Sorry this took a little longer than expected. I almost got abducted and raped, so that's my excuse. It's not as bad as I make it out to be. Actually it was quite a hilarious situation. And hey I got kissed by some old guy on drugs. Yes!

Anyway. I really should have thought about what Arienette and Vasily looked like before I started writing, but I have been now. I imagined that Vasily would have Harry's hair and eyes but with more of Draco's face, if that makes sense.

And BeautifuEnigima thanks. This one isn't as good as chapter 2, but I'm gonna try to make the next one especially good for you.

It's slightly short, like all the others. But I am planning on sitting down and writing a huge one for you.

Vasily held onto his long-last father during the entire walk home. It wasn't until they were at the large front gatesof the house that felt a warm wetness through his shirt and realised Vasily was crying. He signalled for Ron to go on without them. He pulled Vasily into a hug.

Vasily was desperately clinging onto his shoulders.

"Please don't leave me. Please!" he cried manically.

"I never will. I promise." The tense boy relaxed, depending on his father's strength to hold him up.

"Come on, I want you to meet your sister." Harry had his arm around Vasily. He was going to keep his promise and never let the boy go. Not again.

Arienette was smiling. She felt comfortable just sitting here with her father, She didn't need to hide here, Hermione was gone. He was muttering and randomly, occasionally asking her a question or two.

"So what…," he sighed, "things do you like doing?"

"I like muggle movies. Uncle Remus and I go every Sunday. I also love music." She mentally scolded herself, she'd sounded like a baby.

"Your brother's a muggle lover too. Always listening to that stupid muggle contraption. Horrible music, all they do is scream." She smiled and he smiled back.

He could grow to love this kid.

A knock at the door interrupted them. They both turned, shocked by the disturbance, to stare at the door. Arienette was the first to get up, twisting the door knob agonizingly slow. Her hands were shaking from nerves/shock/excitement/anticipation.

Harry entered with her brother.

Arienette watched him closely. He was pretty, very pretty. She was jealous, but also proud.

.her brother.

.his sister.

This was Vasily's sister. She was pretty. Very pretty. We're you supposed to think of your sister as pretty? He didn't know. He wasn't really experienced with family.

"Vasily, this is Arienette. We should leave you to get to know each other, I have something to talk to Draco about." They left, leave brother and sister alone.

.vasily had no idea what to do.

"Why did you run away?" Arienette had no idea where her sudden burst of confidence was coming from.

"I didn't run away, I just had to get away for a few days."

"I get like that sometimes, but I'd miss my father too much. I mean our father," She corrected.

"I like him, a lot." They both smiled knowingly.

"I like Draco a lot too." Arienette continued to smile as Vasily's smile faded.

"He said you liked muggle music. What kind of bands do you like?" The boys mood immediately changed.

"Do you know why he ran away?" Harry asked, softly.

"He does it all the time, for attention probably. He is a teenager."

Harry smiled. "We were horrible teenagers."

Draco returned the smile.

"I never stopped loving you, Draco," Harry blurted out stupidly.

"I'll never stop loving Severus," he replied, amazed by Harry's bluntness. He wanted to change the subject, desperately.

There was no going back. He had to tell Draco exactly how he felt now.

"I'm not asking you to stop loving Severus; I could never make you do that. But couldn't you love both of us. Just tell me you love me too?" He was making a very poor argument.

"I can't."

Harry nodded.

They were silent for a moment, until Harry finally spoke up.

"I was thinking I could take Vaily tonight and you could have Arienette, then we could all go out tomorrow. Will you be sober?"

Draco death stared him. "Shut up Potter. You think you're a bloody saint. I fucking hate you."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to offend you."

"Shut up and take the fucking brat with you!"

Harry decided to leave, he didn't want to fight for the sake of his children.

The night was uneventful for Arienette and yet it was the most exciting night she had ever experienced.

A dinner was made and there was silence as they ate. The only noise came from the clatter of cutlery and the strong wind outside. It was a strange melody of comfort. There was no hint of awkwardness.

A tour of the house followed. I was huge and Draco gave her her own room. Her family was complete, full, real. She had a room, two fathers and a brother. There was no way Arienette was leaving.

The hotel was nice, but just nice. It wasn't grand as his father's house, that's what attracted Vasily to it. They ordered pizza, watched movies and everything was perfect. It was 11pm; they'd run out of movies.

Harry turned to his son. "We should talk, you know, get to know each other. I'm interested it what you've been doing."

"Not much." Vasily looked at the ground, he knew what was coming next.

"Look Vasily, I'm just going to come out and say it. Why did you run away?"

"I just needed to get away. I've done it before and no one cared." He continued to keep his eyes focused on the ground. He felt his father staring intently at him.

"How many times have you run away like this?"

"It's not running away. I just needed to get out." He was slightly angry and annoyed. He was stressed. The fabric on his hoodie was rubbing againt his arm and making the cuts sting. It felt like he was being beckoned back to his switchblade.

"Sorry. What did you need to get away from?"

The questions were getting too much. His father was probing into his life too much. No one knew him and that was the way he liked it. But there was always this thought of telling his father everything and being saved. It was a fantasy. As soon as he told his father he'd be locked away. He couldn't stand being locked away.

"Draco, he was hassling me. The usual teenage angst."

"Hassling you? About what?" Harry knew there was something going on. Vasily never wanted him to find out. He had to get out. Now.

"I have to use the bathroom." He got up and shot to the bathroom, making a detour to the room his things were in. He grabbed his switchblade and wallet.

He quickly locked the bathroom door.

The switchblade was still in his hand. He thought for a second and decided he would leave his father a message.

He flicked open the switchblade and held to his arm.

Harry waited five minutes. He didn't want the boy to think he didn't trust him. They had to start off on the right foot so they could build a proper relationship. He wanted Vasily to trust him, tell him what was wrong.

He started to get nervous at 10 minutes and walked to the bathroom. He could pretend he needed the bathroom too. Then he wouldn't think he didn't trust him.

He knocked once.

Then again.

He called out.

He knocked and called out.

He opened the door, worry causing his brow to sweat.

Vasily wasn't there, but a message was. On mirror.

.leave.me.alone.

That's all it said. He walked over and swiped his fingers over the liquid. He stared at it.

It was blood.