Chapter 10: About bonds and rescues!
let's get back to the kiss
"Spike!" yelled Lex in a breath before the eager and dreaming vampire repossessed his mouth. "Humpf," Lex was flying high; never had he been kissed like that before. Spike was the best kisser ever! The champion of the world, no, of the universe, no, the multi-verse dimension time thingy, ...oh god, he taste like the best of all Twinkies on earth?
Spike had been in the middle of one of his best Xander-fantasies, the one where he happily claimed his mate, when it began to feel real. For the first time, he could taste Xan on his lips; feel the sweetness of his skin, the warm body beneath his cold hands as he kissed and kissed the sweet mouth before moving next to his cheek, than following the line down Xan's beautiful jaw and neck to finally arrive at the pulsing point at the junction of his shoulder. He laved it a moment, extorting little moans from the gasping man in Xan's beautiful velvety voice as he felt the brunette moving slowly until he could sense the mouth of his mate matching his movement and sucking his jugular tenderly. Never had his dreams felt so intense, never had he felt his mate so ready. He began to purr, shifting to his game face at the same time, before finally sinking his fangs into the tender flesh, tasting the crimson nectar of pure Xan, marking him as his forever. At that moment, he opened his eyes for the first time as he felt his Dream-Xan biting down and drinking the coppery liquid, thus completing the mating circle and sealing the link between them. "Oh bloody hell, this isn't just another dream" thought Spike as he suddenly realised that his wish had come true. He'd just claimed Xan. For real. Severus was going to kill him.
At the same time, Lex could feel the changes taking place in him, his blood and muscles adjusting to make him stronger, to make him as immortal as his new mate, while transferring some of his own mortal proprieties to the vampire. His father would not have to make a potion for Spike's sunlight allergy after all. He remembered reading about the change process in one of Giles book, while he was searching for information on Angelus. Right after him and Buffy had danced their horizontal mambo. He could also remember reading something about a telepatik link but I was not sure, he would have to ask his Dad about that. A little bit later, he finally let go of his mate's jugular, to look into the blonde's eyes, seeing his own love reflected there. They stayed silent a long time, the first two words to escape them were "love you" and it was said in a whisper. It was like they were afraid to break the dreamy silence.
Unfortunately for them, Severus, who was not even aware of the special moment and was in quite a bad mood, flung open the door with a loud crash to find his son cuddling happily with William the Bloody, on the bed were the vamp a drag Lex when he had tried to awoke him earlier, a fresh claiming mark on his neck.
"ALEXANDER LAVELLE SNAPE! WILLIAM ACONITE MALFOY! What the hell do you think you're doing! William, what did we talk about this afternoon? Were you not supposed to ask me for Lex's hand first, before claiming him? And you Lex, what do you think you're doing, do you know what you have done, do you know that you're now part vampire. NOoooo! Of course no, you…," Severus stopped when he looked for the first time at the couple. They looked like two young children who had just been found with they're hand in a jar of cookies, but their love for each other was shining brightly, surrounding them with an aura of pure happiness. The other thing he could see was the laughing smile on Lex face. "What are you smiling at, Alexander?" he asked with suspicion.
Lex took a good look at his father, before he answered. "I'm smiling, because I know that you're happy for me, even if you are screaming now, and because you've just admitted that you and 'William', as you call him, had our joining planned at one point in time this afternoon. And also because what ever you say, you're happy that I found a mate who's worthy of your son this time and not some nutso, or ex-demon, or mad-slayer, and mostly because I'm one happy newly bonded consort and I love you daddy!" finished Lex with a huge grin before kissing Spike passionately.
"Insolent child," Severus sighed before he finally calmed himself, and smiled at his son. "One day Alexander, I will finally become truly annoyed by you calling me Daddy, and when that day comes you're going to find yourself transfigured into one of Hagrid blasted screwts. But you're right, he will be a good addition to the Snape family, although you will have to bond with him in the wizarding way as soon as possible, and he's going to take our name. You will not become a Malfoy, understood!" and that last sentence was obviously not matter for discussion!
"What? He's bloody well going to take my name, you..." interrupted Spike furiously; Spike was furious. Just what was wrong with his name, it was a proud name with a long heritage of pureblood tradition and his mate bloody well would have his name! Eyes flashing with anger, he started to protest when Severus cut him off with a sharp gesture. (OH god! That paragraph is perfect!)
"No, William, at this time, the Malfoy family is following the dark lord and I think that it's more secure if he ignores who you are for your, Lex and Dawn's sake. Beside that, the Snapes are the true heirs of Salazar Slytherin. And as one of the last heirs of the Slytherin line and of the four founders, Alexander can't let go of his name which for your information is Lord Alexander Lavelle Salazar Snape-Slytherin. I am currently Lord Severus Lente Salazar Snape-Slytherin, Dawn is Lady Dawn Margaret Salazarine Snape-Slytherin, and when you officially bond with Lex, you will become Lord William Aconite Malfoy-Snape-Slytherin." Severus stated with a tone he only used on the most imbecilic of the Gryffindor, while looking at his new son-in-law with determined iron eyes. And Spike could only nod at that argument. "Now, if you have finished, could you get out of that bed, we need to go fetch the Potter brat, and plan what I'm going to tell Dumbledore tomorrow morning. So let's go," finished Severus with an icy tone. "NOW!"
Same time 4 Privet Drive
Harry was once again relegated to his beloved cupboard under the stairs. The summer had been a living hell and his body hurt in places he never knew could hurt. Both his eyes were decorated in different shade of black and blue, and his left arm was broken when he failed to cook an egg mimosa like his Aunt wanted it done. He was now the proud owner of a lovely if not painful necklace made of bruises around his neck, thanks to Dudley's newest game called "Play with the Doggie", Harry being the doggie, of course. Dudley had bought a too small dog collar and leash set and would force Harry to wear it as he led him around the house, under the proud look of Vernon who encouraged him in his dressing attempts. He already had bruised, and broken ribs from his Uncle treatment earlier in the summer. He had lost so much weight that one could now see his bones under the translucent white of his skin. It had begun five minutes after his Uncle had picked him up at the station and for the first time in his short live, forced him in the trunk to made the trip to Privet drive, before throwing him in the closet, when they finally arrived home.
He had had his last decent meal that first night after they let him out and took him to the kitchen to wash the dishes. At first he had though that it was chicken, and he had eat it not knowing when the next meal would be. It was only when he had finished, that Aunt Petunia had came to fetch the plate, asking him if he had enjoy Hedwig as much as they had. It took him a couple of minute to fully understand that he had just eaten his beloved owl, before he emptied his stomach on his Aunt foot. A fact which had cost him a week without food and a blow to the head, which had broken his glasses. After that, everything became a reason to punish him, but tonight had been the last straw, and he could almost feel death at his door. He had been alone with Uncle Vernon, since Petunia and Dudley had left earlier for a sanatorium in Sussex, so Dudikins could loose his fat, thanks to their miracle cure. An hour later, the beast had come to him, and had taken him in the garden to see all of his belongings, his trunk, photo album and wand burned to ashes. Then he began to touch him in a way no uncle should touch his nephew. As Harry struggled vainly to deflect his Uncles disgusting attention and failed, he began to cry, before feeling some relief when he finally understood that his uncle wasn't going to go further since his most precious male parts stayed limp and uncooperative. His relief was short lived as his uncle flew into a murderous rage and began to kick and beat the defenseless boy. Dragging him back to his prison, his Uncle spotted a knife on the kitchen counter and in his rage, stabbed the Boy-Who-Lived in the chest, puncturing his lung before throwing him into the dark closet.
It was maybe ten minutes later, that Harry heard the sound of the doorbell ringing, and Vernon's footsteps. The door was opend, and he could hear his uncle screaming that he had had enough, and that no other freaks would come inside his house.
When he heard a freezing spell uttered and identified the sound of two or three people searching, for a brief moment he feared that it was a Death Eater attack, but after reflection even that was better then dying in a broom closet. He braced himself as he heard footsteps halt outside the locked door of his prison and a voice opened the door with a softly uttered Alahamora. Closing his eyes, he tensed as he waited to hear Avada Kedavra cast. When nothing happened, he opened them to look into the kindest brown eyes he had ever seen in his life.
Lex was looking at the saviour of the wizarding world with pity. After searching the different rooms throughout his designated part of the house, he had finally found the boy in the closet under the stairs. The poor child looked like a bloody rag doll, with eyes like two pools of emerald despair looking at him with resignation. "Hello, you must be Harry, I'm Lex, don't be afraid I'm here to help you child." He said with a gentle tone, before fetching three little bottles of potion in his robes. "Drink this Harry, you'll feel better after."
After Harry had drunk the offered potions and closed his eyes letting the sandman take him to a better world, reassured by the gentle presence of Lex.
At the same moment, his new protector healed him as much as he could and cleansed him, before calling for his mate and his father. It took them only seconds to find a white faced Lex, who was carrying a broken Harry in his arms like he was made of crystal, his eyes promising hell for the one who had harmed the child. "Father, would you be kind enough to wake up our host, I would like to know who has done that to Harry, and Spike, my love, can take care of them for me after that. I will be in the dungeons, attending to young mister Potter's injuries." His voice was cold, like the metal of a deadly blade, before he disappeared in a pop with his charge.
Severus took the time to give Mister Dursley a dose of veritaserum, before waking him up. He had been shocked by what he had seen a minute before, and had deduced, from the Uncle's earlier reaction, who was responsible for the child current state. He only had to ask a couple of questions to confirm that he was right, and he felt no culpability, when he left Vernon in the capable hands of a really pissed Spike. Severus knew that whatever you could say about his new son-in-law, there was one thing that the vampire had never done, and that was hurting a child.
By the look of the vampire right now, the demon was in charge and Harry's uncle was going to know why it earned the name Spike. After a last look at the living room, Severus departed to the kitchen and to make himself a cup of tea, while he waited for the new Snape to finish with the disgusting Muggle. It would be quite a while before that.
Severus was cleaning the last remains of his tea three hours later, when he could hear the screams diminishing and finally dying. He entered the living room to look one last time at the empty shell of one bloody and dying Vernon Dursley, before departing the house with a grinning Spike.
One had been punished tonight; the two others would pay later. William had made sure to write that prediction with Vernon's blood in gothic letters on the wall, taking his time to make his work of blood art.
Much later in the dungeons
"So, we agreed, this is how we're going to deal with this," said Lex, who was facing his Dad, while cuddling on the couch with Spike. He had put Harry in Spike's room, when he had arrived earlier and had finished healing him with Dawn's help soon after arriving. When he had been sure that the boy would sleep until morning, he had brought his mate's belongings to his own room. So, Harry could have the bedroom for himself, the child would probably want some privacy and since he and Spike were as good as married. That thought alone made him smile, yesterday he was asking himself how to seduce the damn vamp, and a letter and a dream had made all of his wishes come true. After that, he had waited for his Dad and mate to come back, falling asleep on the couch. Later Spike had woken him up, and had told him a revised version of what had happened to the uncle. Then they had discussed what to do with Harry and what to tell the old fool Dumbledore.
"Yes," said Severus "Tomorrow morning, I will make an 'altering DNA' potion for Harry, who's going to genetically become Dawn's twin brother and your son Lex. At the same time you will make a potion to alter his looks, we must do them at the same time and finish them at the same time if we want them to work. When that is done and Potter is changed, you and William will go to the ministry to be formally bonded, while I go see Dumbledore to tell him your husband will take the DADA Position, and your children will finish school here. If he asks questions about the twins, I will explain their age by telling him the story about a time-turner accident and you falling in love with their mother in the past. If everything goes as planned, we will take the time slowing potion after supper." After telling them that, Severus took his leave with slow steps and a glass of fire-wisky.
A moment later, Lex turned his head to ask Spike if he wanted to go to bed, only to find him sleeping deeply, a contented smile on his face. Not wanting to disturb his love, he summoned his comforter to cover them. As soon has the cover was put on his master, Draconis the comforter dragon began to purr and breathe little flames to keep them warm and cosy. Today had been long; full of joy and sorrow, but Lex had the feeling that tomorrow would be longer and full of surprises too.