Chapter Thirteen

Harry snickered as the wizards simply stared at the woman in confusion, almost forgetting that only he and the other Gods could actually understand Nina. And then someone asked, "Huh?"

Nina blinked when someone had just asked that. She thought everyone would understand her. But she had forgotten one item, Sorry, Nina. But not everyone here is a Parselmouth. It's quite rare for someone to have Parseltongue.

Harry turned to his friends, "She said that Voldemort will now deal with them. When he killed me he had angered Black Tez, since the Potters happen to be of his bloodline."

Hermione was the first to catch onto his reasoning, "You won't have to kill him." When her lost friend shook his head, she squealed in joy.

Ron caught the meaning a moment later. He, too, joined Hermione in hugging their friend in joy. They both knew that Harry never wanted to kill anyone. And now Harry would never have to hurt anyone, he was free to be Just Harry.

Black Tez watched everyone cheer for the young man. While they were distracted he gathered his thoughts, quietly speaking in another language. Hermione caught his lips moving, and whispered to her friend, "What is he doing?"

"Watch." That was all she was given and that made her pout.

Then a sudden flash of bright light blinded them all, even as a single sudden shrill cry of pain followed mere moments later. When everything calmed down, Harry was shocked to see what it left behind, "Malfoy? Severus?"

Two older males, one blonde and the other dark haired,were stunned to be faced with the fugitives of Hogwarts as the youngerblondemale shook his head, "No, not possible."

"Draco!"

The blonde looked up in time to see a dark haired figure fly into his arms, "Harry!" He hugged the smaller lithe body closely, "We thought you were dead!"

"But as all idiotic Gryffindors are, it seems Mr. Potter never could follow directions or make anything easy for anybody."

Harry pulled from the younger blonde to face the sarcastic Professor. Despite the steady growling coming from a now human Sirius Black, Harry flung himself into the one set of arms he truly wished to be. Whispering against the pale throat, "Missed you."

Disregarding the shocked looks he received, save the Malfoys, Severus Snape held the younger wizard tightly, murmuring in the boy's ear, "Obviously, Potter. Otherwise I might be able to breathe." He refused to mention he was holding the boy just as tightly.

Loosening his grip, Harry refused to let go, instead settled for nuzzling the other's throat. "What in Merlin's name are you doing to my godson!"

A dark brow rose in amusement, "Last I checked, I could swear you had eyes, Black. Why don't you shift into that mangy mutt of an outfit, maybe you'll see even better. Use those eyes your mother gave you, Salazar forbid you ever know what you truly see without questioning it."

Sirius growled deeply, "Get away from him, you greasy bastard!"

"Sirius!" Remus Lupin smacked his long time lover against his head. Not caring who's side he was taking.

"Ow! Remy!" Sirius tried to appeal to the werewolf but when feral tawny eyes threatened to retaliate, he shut up.

Black Tez slightly smiled at the sight of two of his children becoming close, "At least now my blood can have a chance."

Severus frowned as he noticed the dark male looking right at him, "Your blood?"

"We have three bloodlines, Severus. It seems we are of the rarest lines, Salazar, Gryffindor, and Mitnal. Well, I have the Gryffindor part while you have the Ravenclaw with Salazar and Mitnal."

Black Tez nodded, "They are very rare bloodlines. There are families with the other founders' bloodline mixed with mine. Normally, those of my bloodline were allies but it seems the Potters and Snapes have lost that alliance until now."

Severus snorted, "At least that explains my hostility on James Potter. I still wonder what his excuse was."