Chapter 7: Saiyans, Slytherins, and Lucius
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Harry/Draco
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WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. If you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
WOW! I can't believe that I stumped all of you about Snape {pats self on the back} ^_~
~A Friend: I'm happy that you're enjoying the fic so far. I've more in store for every one and don't worry I'm planning on finishing this one (not to say that I'm not going to finish my others).
~Escagirl: now, now no need to get violent. Although, that does help with getting the next chapter out quicker ^_~
~LingXiaoyu: You are so welcome! And you're right about Pansy. That's all I'm going to say.
~V: Hey you! Hope everything is going well for you. I was trying to drop hints about Snape being a Saiyan. I guessed it work, huh?
~Red Kasei: I'm sorry to say that no Pansy doesn't quite get the message. However, someone is going to make her see things clearly. Read on and find out who ^_~ Sorry, it won't be Vegeta. He's getting to far along in his pregnancy to do any real damage. However, after he drops the baby, look out!
~Kewla: you're right about Pansy. I didn't turn an unintentional turn with that one. However, the events leading to what's going to happen to her will be interesting to say the least. Read on and find out ^_~
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~oOo@oOo~
The lithe male had been sitting in his study going over some research that he was currently working on for the Ministry, when an owl arrived with a letter from his son's school. The incessant tapping on the window caused him to swiftly cross the room to open the window before the bird chipped a hole in it.
Lucius scanned the letter. His lovely wife was sitting across from him reading a book when she heard him gasp.
Narcissa jumped out of her chair and rushed to her husband's side to glance at the letter. She recognized the neat penmanship of the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Lucius dropped into his chair and buried his head in his hands, hid face contorted with both worry and anger. Someone had tried to hurt his son.
"Narcissa, please call our driver to get the limo ready for me. I will leave as soon as the car is ready - meanwhile I will try to clean up some of this. . ." Lucius' hands made an arc across his paper-strewn, disorganized desk.
"Who could have done such a thing?" she asked, eyes glistening with tears.
"I don't know. It could be someone trying to get to me through him," the tall blonde answered sadly.
Lucius pulled his wife into his arms. She brought her arms around his neck and leaned into him. "Don't worry my dear. I will find out who did it. When I do, they will regret ever hurting a Malfoy," Lucius added, his metallic eyes glinting with fire.
~oOo@oOo~
Severus Snape always known that he was different but never in all his life had he imagined he would be *that* different. The words Vegeta had spoken to him hung heavily in his private chambers, strangling him like Devil's Snare.
I'm a Saiyan? The prince's pregnancy must have affected his brain's ability to think, thank you very much. Yet, the entire time that he had been around both male Saiyans, Snape had felt some confusing impulses.
"I am a wizard, Vegeta. How can I be a Saiyan?"
"For one: Not too many ningens have black hair and eyes. Those are rare traits even for earthlings. Second: Your little display of erotic bliss was another clue when I touched your tail spot." Vegeta smirked and approached the Potions master. "Your tail has been removed."
"And by the shocked look on your face, I'm guessing that it was done when you were young - very young." Vegeta walked around the vast room, looking at everything from the grandfather clock to the fully stocked wet bar without touching anything. "Then there's this. . ." Vegeta drew the sword that Snape hadn't noticed hanging off slightly rounded hips.
Snape's eye's widened for an instant in alarm when he saw the blade, but when he realized Vegeta wasn't attacking he glared back at small male.
"What about it? It's a bloody sword for Merlin's sake. From what Lupin says it ancient and no one knows where it came from or what's written on the damn thing."
The prince closed his eyes and smirked. Snape was being an ass, but that was all right. He was used to dealing with people like him. "You're right - it is very old; about a millennium - maybe more. The rulers of a proud warrior race had passed this sword down through generations. The Royal family of Vegetasei had this sword forged as a rite to ascension. The Wolf says that you've been drawn to it."
Snape remained impassive, his features a blank mask. Vegeta was very familiar with that look.
"It's a fine sword to look at. Just because Lupin has seen me admire the bloody thing doesn't mean that I'm a Saiyan."
"Of course not. Since it is so much closer now, why don't you take a better look at it," Vegeta said, presenting the sword to Snape.
Snape took the sword by the hilt and looked closely at the blade's inscription. The strange symbols seemed to jump out, speaking directly to his mind. Then he *knew * what it said: Vegeta, King and Ruler of Vegetasei. The Potions master dropped the sword as if it had burned him.
"What the devil?" Mirrored obsidian orbs stared at each other.
"Only those of Saiyan blood can understand it."
This was absolutely too much for the teacher to handle. Snape felt himself going for another round of the mind numbing liquid. Yes, this was proving to be the most interesting night of his life.
~*~*~
Vegeta left without another word. He needed to rest, but more importantly he needed to eat. He joined Goku and the other two brats for dinner after talking with the Potions professor.
He left Snape in a good mood. The look on the other man's face was priceless. Vegeta nearly laughed at him. He wondered how the man was going to react when told they were related. The royal decided to wait until Snape had a chance to think about what he had told him. The professor already had enough to deal with in looking after Draco.
Vegeta was wondering about the boy as well. Something wasn't right with the whole situation about the boy's accident. He was going to find out. No one in the school could hide anything from him with the exception of Dumbledore and Snape. Everyone else was fair game.
That thought alone was enough to bring a smile to his face. Soon he would know everyone's dirty little secrets.
~oOo@oOo~
The next morning Harry found himself in the infirmary lying on a bed next to Draco. Dumbledore had granted him permission to stay just for one night. The blonde was still unconscious. Harry quickly got up and sat in a chair next to his boyfriend. He didn't know what to do. He was scared that he was going to lose Draco, his other half. He never got the opportunity to tell him how much that other boy meant to him or how much that he loved him.
Harry realized that the other emotion that he kept feeling was love. It showed in Draco's silver eyes whenever they looked at each other. The feeling was so strong that it almost felt like they could read each other's mind.
Harry had come to that conclusion on the night of the Halloween party. His heart ached badly from not being able to be near Draco. He could feel Draco's sadness as well because of it.
Harry gazed upon the blonde beauty. Harry's eyes filled once more with tears. He wanted desperately to take hold of Draco's hand but he couldn't. Not when there was the slightest possibility that someone could walk in and see such an intimate gesture between the two 'supposed' enemies.
The young Gryffindor sighed and went back to the bed next to Draco's trying not to disturb his rest. Harry closed his dull emerald eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping that the next time he woke Draco would be up as well.
~oOo@oOo~
Three days had passed and Draco was still unconscious. The bond that was developing was taking its' toll on the Boy-Who-Lived. Hermione and Ron came down to see how he was doing after Professor McGonagall informed them that Harry had not eaten the entire time that Draco had been in the hospital.
"Harry, listen to me. You need to eat something," Hermione said, worry in every word.
Harry looked like hell. They could see dark circles underneath his once vivid bright eyes. His face was thinner than before. His school robes were beginning to hang loosely on him. Harry couldn't afford to lose any more weight.
Harry ignored both of them. The only thing that was on his mind was Draco. He wanted the blonde to wake-up and tell him that he was okay and that he loved him. Worse still, Madam Pomfrey said Draco should have already come to - she didn't know why he was still unconscious.
Ron was struggling with his guilt. He saw how his best friend was reacting to Malfoy's injury. The night of Draco's accident Hermione finally told him about his and Harry's bond, and that they were soul mates. At first Ron didn't comprehend what it had meant because Hermione couldn't explain things without giving the literal definition. Once she had broken it down to where a four-year-old could understand it had made sense to him.
The young Weasley understood that he was wrong about his friend and had accused him unjustly. He always let his temper get the best of him. He hadn't thought things through or even tried to put himself in Harry's position.
Strengthening his resolve, and seeing that Vegeta wasn't around he went to his friend. Ron placed his hand on top of Harry's, which were currently resting in his lap.
"Harry, I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't' mean to say those things about you. Please don't let yourself go. Hermione and I couldn't bear the thought if you died. Besides, Mal-Draco wouldn't want you to die either," Ron said sincerely.
A small spark of life ignited within the green depths of Harry's eyes. "I'm sorry too, Ron. I didn't mean to try to hurt you and Hermione."
"It's okay mate. Just warn us next time." A smile appeared on the redhead's lips as Harry lunged forward to hug him. Hermione joined them too. The Golden Trio was back together.
Pulling away Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Harry you must eat something. If you get sick or worse Draco might not wake-up."
"What do you mean?" Harry blinked owlishly.
"Draco is connected to you. If you become sick too, he might not wake up. You have to be strong for both of you. Remember, whatever you feel he feels and vice versa."
Harry hadn't thought about how their bond could negatively affect each other. He had only thought about the emotional link, but now that he considered it, there had to be a physical connection too. How could he be so stupid as to let himself give up and not think about Draco?
"You're right, Hermione. I'll see you guys at dinner. First I'm going to get a shower and change clothes."
"That's the spirit! We need to keep you fit. I'm sure Draco wouldn't be too thrilled that you've lost so much weight. Harry you can't afford to lose what little you have now." Hermione was now in her mother hen role.
"I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking."
"Lay off, Hermione. He's been through a lot," Ron chastised his girlfriend.
"Anyway, where're Goku and Vegeta?" Hermione asked.
"Um, I think that they are in their room, but who knows. Why?"
"I need to speak with Vegeta after dinner about some thing. We'll see later Harry." Both Hermione and Ron hugged him one last time before going to their next class.
Harry went to take his much-needed shower before heading to the Great Hall for some food. After that, he would return to Draco's side. He was tired. After two and a half days of worrying he was ready for some serious sleep.
~oOo@oOo~
The head of Slytherin sat down behind his desk but not before he poured himself a strong drink. He had lost count after ten. Now he wasn't sure if he was on his fifteenth or fiftieth glass. The brown liquid burned his throat as he gulped it in one go. He was at a loss for words for the first time in his life. Everything that he knew had all been a lie.
Snape had been holed up in his chambers for two days. He had even missed his classes. Vegeta had flipped his world upside down and inside out, shattering it into a billion pieces.
There was a knock at his door. He answered it.
"Severus?"
The professor ignored his visitor and returned to his previous position behind the desk, another glass of alcohol in his hand. He was trying to drink himself into oblivion but it never worked. His high tolerance to alcohol had been a blessing before, but now it was a curse. He remembered back when he was in school; he could easily drink Lucius under the table and still be able to get up and walk away with only a slight buzz.
"Sev-"
"You knew, didn't you Albus?" he spat.
The Headmaster remained quiet.
"You knew the entire time that I was a Saiyan and you said nothing," he said, his brows drawn down in anger.
"It was best the you were kept in the dark about it. You would have been killed for what you were."
"By whom? Vegeta? His lover?"
"No. You would have been killed by a being who was far more ruthless than Voldemort."
Snape glared at his friend. The man had been like a father to him. "I have risked my life for you and the Order. You could have at least told me the truth about my real parents."
"I'm sorry Severus. Even after Frieza was killed I didn't think it was the right time to tell you. The knowledge would have raised questions that couldn't be answered yet - it would have hurt you, not helped you. I knew that one day someone would arrive who could answer the questions of your origins. Vegeta figured it out rather quickly after I told him about his Father. He knew that you were different the first night of his arrival."
"He told me that he is a telepath."
Dumbledore nodded. "He usually keeps his path waves closed. Too much over flow of emotions and thoughts from other people tends to drain him. Plus, given his current condition, it wouldn't have been good for the baby."
Snape downed more of his drink, then blurted out, "Albus, I know nothing about being a Saiyan."
"You don't need to my dear boy. Most of everything you know is innate. Vegeta is just providing some missing information to you. However, my only concern for you to find a mate." The other man missed that spark of mischief dancing behind moon shape glasses.
"Albus please. I have no intention of taken a mate, husband, or otherwise. I'm far too old and set in my ways to want to change for anyone," he stated as a matter of fact.
"I will not discuss your age and I will definitely not discuss your lack of love interest at the moment. However, being a Saiyan leaves you no choice in the matter. Saiyans have one great advantage over us humans."
"And what's that?" Snape barked, getting ready to refill his glass. Dumbledore gently took the bottle and now-empty glass out of his hands and set them just out of reach on the edge of the desk.
A wide smile was lurking under Dumbledore's long white beard. "Do you know why you are a master at what you do Severus?"
"I paid attention when I was in school - unlike some people who shall remain nameless." He was thinking bitterly of Black and Potter. They had the IQ of hundred candles combined.
The Headmaster chuckled. "You did, but there is more to it than that. You are a genius at potions, Severus. You were able to distinguish all types of aromas from others. You could list the ingredients of potions just by smell alone. That is why you are a Master among a few."
Snape stared at Dumbledore in disbelief. Praise from anyone was rare for him. He knew Dumbledore trusted him, but compliments like this were golden.
"Your sense of smell is one of your special skills. You can use it to find your life-partner, Severus. Saiyans choose their mates by scent, just like many other species on earth."
Dumbledore said no more, pushing the glass and bottle back to Snape, leaving him to ponder what he had just been told. Snape was numb as he went to his bedchambers to lie down. His eyes were already closed as he hit the pillow. He was nearly asleep when Dumbledore's words came crashing back to him and his onyx eyes snapped opened.
There was only one person Snape could think of who he tried to keep his distance from because of the fierce reaction he caused. His senses went haywire every time he was near this magical creature. Snape provoked aggressive arguments just to keep his mind from wandering off. He never wanted to stay in the other person's presence for too long for fear that he might lose himself.
Snape knew just by the scent alone who his mate was.
"Bloody hell!"
~oOo@oOo~
As promised, Harry returned to Draco's bedside after he had tried to eat. He had only been sitting a while when another visitor entered the private room.
"I should have known. You have no right to be here."
"I have every right," Harry said raising out of his chair.
"You're nothing more than a passing fling to him. Do you think that his Father is going to accept you? I can give him everything that he wants and needs. What do you have to offer? He loves me."
"No, you're lying!" Harry hissed.
"Am I? Has he ever told you that he loves you?"
Harry was speechless. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had been afraid that Draco could never really love him. After all, wasn't his father one of Voldemort's strongest supporters? Had this all been some trick?
"No?" Pansy smirked with delight. She had seen that doubt in Harry's eyes. "Why would he when he loves me? Now, leave before he wakes up."
Harry did the only thing that he could do. He fled from Draco's private room with tears streaming down his face. He ran from the castle. He needed to get away. The harsh words were taunting him over and over again: "He loves me," the voice echoed.
It couldn't be true, could it?
Pansy stood with a smug look on her face as Harry fled. Now, nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wanted, nothing at all.
~oOo@oOo~
Ron and Hermione were sitting in Harry's common room with Goku and Vegeta. Actually, it was with Goku since Vegeta stayed on the other side of the room away from them as if they had some type of disease. Hermione figured that Vegeta suffered from some type of phobia because he always wore gloves.
"What did you need to talk about, ningen?"
Hermione ignored the foreign word. "I was wondering if you could tell us about your bond with Goku?"
"Why?" he asked looking at her sideways.
"Well, I want to have a better understanding of how Draco and Harry are. Seeing that you are mated to Goku."
Vegeta contemplated the question. "There really isn't a whole lot to say. We are mated for life. When one of us dies, the other will die shortly after. Our souls shall never be apart even after we die. We are bound by blood. I can never leave Kakarott or cheat on him, for I have pledged myself to him and only him. It's the same for him as well."
"Thank you."
"Hn."
"Hermione, have you seen Harry?" Goku inquired.
"Not since dinner, but knowing him he's probably with Draco," she answered.
"I'm going to bed Kakarott." Vegeta left without even a goodbye to his guests.
Once the door shut, signaling to the group that the prince was tucked away in his room, Ron asked, "Is he always like that or is it just because he is pregnant?"
Goku smiled like there was no tomorrow and said, "Oh, his always like that."
~oOo@oOo~
Harry sat on the rocks near the lake. How could he be so foolish to think that Draco wanted him? He fell for everything that the Slytherin said. Although, he just couldn't understand why would they be connected if they didn't feel anything for one another, but then again Parkinson was a girl.
She could give Draco a loving home, a family, heirs. What did he have to offer? Harry had nothing except his family fortune. Heck, he wasn't even too sure about what Hermione had said about being able to have kids. That aspect of wanting to be with Draco was enough to send him off and running.
Harry wanted kids but being male and gay was definitely against him in the baby-making department. In addition too that it was very important for Draco to produce an heir. That was another problem. How could Draco ever tell his father about them?
Harry could not deny the truth of what Parkinson had said. Draco never told him that he loved him. That was enough to convince Harry that they were not meant to be.
Tears spilled down his cold face as shoulder-racking sobs took hold. The stars glittered in the dark sky twinkling down upon him. Harry's heart was heavy, he could do no more than just cry. He gingerly got up making his way back to his tower.
He was going to talk with Dumbledore and see if he could be moved back to the Gryffindor tower. He wanted to be away from Draco.
~oOo@oOo~
Breakfast in the Great Hall was the same as any other morning, noisy. Harry was sitting quietly across from Hermione and Goku while Ron was seated next to him. Vegeta stayed in his room with a bout of morning sickness. He told them to go ahead without him and that he would meet them for lunch.
Harry barely touched his food. The most that he did was push his food around on his plate taking small bites here and there, nothing substantial. This was starting to worry his friends, including Goku. The earth-raised Saiyan wished that Vegeta were here. The prince would be able to tell what was bothering the teen.
The Headmaster also noticed from his position at the high table that something was bothering one of his favorite students especially by the far away look in Harry's jade eyes. He knew what was wrong, and had tried to convince the boy to reconsider but Harry refused. Dumbledore had no choice but to inform the only person that might be able to get through to Harry.
The double doors suddenly burst opened. All chatter stopped for a minute, then low murmurs of voices now filled the Hall. The former Slytherin stalked straight to the head table. Everyone knew who it was. There was no mistaking the long flowing hair, aristocratic nose, smooth alabaster skin, and gleaming sliver eyes.
Sirius nearly choked on his food when he caught sight of the ex-Slytherin. He pushed his plate away, his stomach starting to rebel. He reached into his robes and wrapped his hand around his wand. Neither Sirius nor Remus knew that Lucius was on their side. As far as they were concerned Lucius was Voldemort's lackey.
"Hello Lucius."
"Dumbledore," he greeted with a slight sneer. Lucius had to keep up appearances, just in case he was being watched.
The old wizard rose. "This way please. I've been expecting you. Minerva, could you please send for Severus? Sirius. Remus. If you will."
Once the wizards left the loud chattering started again. This was serious if Lucius Malfoy had been summoned.
~oOo@oOo~
The elder Malfoy paced in front of Dumbledore's desk. He was agitated. No one could tell him how in the hell something like this could have happened to his son. Worse still, Harry had moved back into the Gryffindor tower.
"Well?"
"This probably for the best Malfoy," Sirius said, secretly jumping for joy, but that was short lived.
Lucius turned a venomous glare at Sirius. "Black, you don't seem to understand the seriousness of this. If Draco and Potter are not together my son will die. Then what do you think is going to happen to your godson?"
"Are you threatening Harry?" Sirius was giving rise to his infamous temper.
"I'm stating fact. Potter and Draco are-"
Severus stepped into the office, effectively cutting off Lucius, followed by McGonagall. All eyes widened at the Potions master. "What the hell happened to you, Snape?"
"None of your bloody business, Black."
"Fine, be that way. Although, it doesn't do much for your greasy git persona," Sirius mocked. McGonagall gave a disapproving look at her former student.
"Severus, it would not do to have a professor such as yourself to be lacking in appearance," Dumbledore said quietly.
Indeed, Snape was looking deplorable. His hair was unkempt. His skin was more pale than usual. Even his overcoat and robe were wrinkled. Remus moved to the other side of the office because Snape smelled like he spent the last few nights in Three Broomsticks. Whatever Snape had consumed it was potent.
"Now, to the matter at hand. Someone has attempted to do bodily harm to young Draco. Not only has he remained unconscious Harry has moved back to his old dormitory."
"It's about bloody time," Sirius whooped.
"Quiet you four legged mutt," Snape hissed.
"I'll be careful if I were you Snape. You never know when this mutt will take a chunk out of your as-"
"Boys please." Dumbledore still referring to the grown men as children because they still acted like they were in school.
"Where's Potter currently?" Lucius asked. He needed to talk with him.
"He's just left the Great Hall for classes," Minerva informed them.
"Why do you need to know where Harry is? Obviously, he has seen the truth about your son and doesn't want to have anything else to do with him."
Lucius rounded on the ex-convict. "Listen Black. I know that you don't care much for me. Frankly I don't care but my son is nothing like me. Harry will make himself sick if he isn't by Draco's side."
"Harry seemed fine, other than the loss of appetite," Sirius said, but somehow he didn't sound so sure himself.
"That's because he's rejecting the bond." Lucius sounded offended, disbelieving Black's attitude. He couldn't bear the thought of losing his Dragon.
"Lucius what will happened to Draco if Harry does not accept the bond?" Remus questioned, although he had a pretty good idea what the wizard's answer would be.
"Both of them will die."
"You can't be serious!" Again Sirius was not taking the news about his godson and Draco well.
"I assure you Black, I am."
"Wait, I left Potter with Draco two nights ago. Something must have transpired between then and now," Snape said.
The door opened before any thing was resolved. Goku entered with Vegeta by his side. The occupants in the circular room could see Goku's tail securely wrapped around Vegeta's wrist.
Goku blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Oh, man! When was the last time you bathed?" The wizards were around the room stifled their laugh by coughing. Even Lucius had to turn around momentarily to hide his smile.
"Thank you Mr. Son for the update. What do you need?" Snape sneered. The quicker this meeting was over the quicker he could get back to his chambers and make himself more presentable.
"I've seen the boy," Vegeta said.
"And?" Lucius asked. Something about the short male bothered him.
"It seems that the onnanoko has told him to stay away from the blonde."
"His name is Draco."
"Like I care."
Lucius whipped out his wand from his cane. He pointed it at the prince, but before he could speak a curse a flash of gold filled the office. He was thrown against one of the many book selves in the office.
Severus stayed rooted to his chair. Sirius was just looking as if this went on all the time, which it did. He was just surprised that they hadn't killed anyone yet. McGonagall sipped on her tea ignoring all of them. She mused to herself that there was way too much testosterone floating around in the room. Dumbledore was holding back from laughing as they again proved his point about acting like children.
As Goku spoke the books rattled on the shelves. The floor quaked as he tried to keep his energy from rising any higher. "I wouldn't Malfoy," Goku growled, baring sharp bone breaking teeth.
Lucius was speechless.
"Calm down. Lucius, put that away. Goku, please change back," Remus called from his position from far behind the Headmaster's desk. Snape's body odor was killing him and he just knew that if he was dying from the lack of air with his sensitive nose then Goku and Vegeta must be too. Not too surprisingly, the Saiyan couple joined Remus.
Coming back to the matter at hand, Lucius said, "What's onnanoko?"
"I was referring to that bitc-. . .Ow!" Goku kicked Vegeta. The prince glared. "I meant that girl, Parkinson."
"Pansy? You're telling me that she's behind my son being in the hospital wing?"
"Hai."
"What?"
"Yes," Vegeta sighed.
"Oh."
"Well, then. I see no other choice. I will have to announce Harry and Draco's relationship. Miss Parkinson must have found out about them and she is lashing out at young Malfoy to get to Harry. I was hoping that they would be the ones to tell everyone." Dumbledore eyes lost their shine.
Lucius didn't hear a word of what his former Headmaster was saying. He was going to deal with Pansy. How dare she do something like this, but first he was going to help his son. "I would like to speak with Potter."
"Of course Lucius."
Snape was the first one out of the office. He didn't want to stick around just in case his intended mate wanted to be civil and talk, Merlin forbid! He would prefer the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
Lucius followed Professor McGonagall to Harry's next class: Divinations. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why the school was still offering such a horrid class. Lucius prayed he wouldn't have nightmares from thinking about that class.
~*~*~
Trailing behind Goku and Vegeta was Remus and Sirius. Goku was pulling his mate along with his tail. Vegeta was tiring out.
"So, do you know what you're having?" Remus asked curiously.
"Nope, we want to be surprised," Goku said with abandonment.
"Hn. Speak for yourself. The witch in the hospital can tell us next month."
"What would you like?" Remus asked, genuinely interested.
"Girl!" Goku shouted over Vegeta's "Boy!"
Sirius snorted. The couple acted like teenagers.
"I don't care really. Just as long as she or he is healthy and strong, that is what's important," Goku said.
~oOo@oOo~
Harry was dozing off in class when Professor McGonagall entered. She searched around the room until she found her victim. "Professor, I need to talk with Mr. Potter."
"Go ahead. I'll give Mr. Weasley the class assignments for him."
Harry felt his stomach drop. Was he in trouble? He doubted that. He hadn't done anything so far that would qualify as trouble but that didn't necessarily mean anything. He gathered his books and supplies and followed the Deputy Headmistress to his unknown doom.
What Harry found was not what he was expecting. Waiting in an unused classroom was Lucius Malfoy. Known Death Eater, big supporter of Voldemort, and Draco's father. His stomach lurched and he felt a splitting headache coming on.
"It is all right Mr. Potter. You are in no danger. Mr. Malfoy cannot harm you while you're in this room. He only wants to talk with you," McGonagall explained, knowing of Harry's previous experiences with Lucius.
Harry numbly nodded his head in agreement, then entered the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, Harry could feel the magical protection wards arm around the room.
Harry eyed the older Malfoy. He noticed that his movements were graceful and sleek much like an exotic animal. It reminded him of Draco. Damn! His thoughts always ended back to the Slytherin prince. Harry would think about how they would kiss or how they would hold each other.
Alas he pushed those thoughts from his mind as he concentrated on what the older wizard had to say.
"First, Po-Harry please know that I will not harm you in any way."
"Okay, so if you're not here to take me to your Master then why am I here?"
"My son is dying, as are you. I don't know how long you have but seeing as how Draco is already in a coma I'll say a month or two at best."
"How can we. . .? I mean. . .it's not possible," Harry was flabbergasted.
"Your bond that you have with my son is the reason. Did you know that he wrote to me on the day of his accident?" Lucius asked.
Harry shook his head in mute silence. Without saying another word Lucius removed a scroll from inside his black cloak. He handed it to Harry.
Harry opened the parchment. He recognized the neat handwriting.
{Dear Father, today is my first game of the season against Ravenclaw. I was hoping that it would be against Gryffindor, so I could be able to beat the Golden Boy. The truth of the matter is that I followed your advice.
I swallowed my pride and came to terms with Harry. Yes, Harry Potter. I wasn't sure on how to tell you so I'm just going to come out and say it. Harry and I are together. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want him. I had always felt something for him but I couldn't give it a name because I didn't know what it was, yet I did. I had to search myself to find out what it was.
Father please do not think ill of me when I say I'm in love with Harry. I've always been in love with him. I just realized it this morning as I watched him sleep. Now, I understand what you see in Mother. The way you look at her. Even when you don't talk to her, you seem to know what she's thinking or how she's feeling. I feel the same with Harry. I know that he doesn't want me for my wealth or what the Malfoy name brings. He wants me for me: the blonde who enjoys Potions and playing Quidditch.
You were right about Dumbledore. The meddling old wizard must have known that Harry and I would end up together.
Oh, before I forget, could you please bring me my package from my safe deposit box, I would like to give it to Harry. Yes, I'm sure about this. If everything goes how I want it to go I will be the happiest man on earth. Tell Mother that I miss her and that I love her.
Your son,
Dragon}
Harry had to reread it to make sure the letters would not disappear. He slipped into a dusty chair as tears fell on the parchment. Again he felt stupid for not having more faith in Draco.
"Oh, god! I'm sorry. . .I didn't know. . ." Harry whispered.
"Harry please tell me what happened and why you are not with my son?" Lucius asked in a low soothing tone. He sat down in the chair next to Harry. He didn't want the boy to be intimidated by his height.
Lucius saw the uneasiness in Harry's eyes. "Anything you say to me will be kept between us," he assured.
The young Gryffindor retold about what happened and why he went back to his old dormitory. He also told the older Malfoy how they had been getting along. He told everything because God only knew that he couldn't go to Sirius with his problems - not when they involved Draco.
Harry found out that talking to Lucius was almost like talking to Draco. He never interrupted, he waited until he was finished to ask a question. Lucius was patient and didn't rush him when he had a difficult time trying to explain what he did or why he did it.
By the time Harry finished, Lucius' silver orbs became dark like storm clouds but his voice still held its' smoothness. "Harry why don't you go and visit Draco for awhile. Talk with him, don't just talk to him. Ask him questions - it will help him pull out of the coma. I will take care of Miss Parkinson. Off you go."
Harry slung his book bag over his shoulder. He paused at the door turning back to the older man. "Thank you," he said before running all the way to the infirmary.
For the first time in Lucius' life he openly smiled.
~ TBC ~
A/N: I was going to write more but decided to wait to have it for the next chapter ^_~ So, what tell me what you think.
I would love to know how everyone felt about Snape being a Saiyan. Any votes on whom should be his mate. You only got two choices and I'm not telling you who they are. Process of elimination should work ^_~ Vegeta's was something else to bad Goku kicked him that would have been interesting to see everyone's reaction to what he would have said.
Pansy's was just plain mean. And I guess she thought that she was doing something when she made Harry cry. Well, Lucius is on the scene is going to make everything all better. How do you think everyone's going to take Dumbledore's announcement about Harry and Draco? Hmm, better yet how is Snape going to react when Vegeta tell him of their relations. Dunno, well stay tuned to find out in the next chapter ^_~
~oOo@oOo~
Teaser for Chapter 8: Promises and Lies
"So Lucius tell me when will your son and Potter be bound?"
"I don't know my Lord. Potter has not agreed to it but my son is determined," Lucius answered. He slowly released his breath once he realized that the wizard wasn't going to curse him.
"Severus?"
Snape knew what his Master wanted. "If nothing else happens between now and Draco's next birthday they should be bound after graduation."
"Good. We will remain low with minimal activity. I want Potter to think that I've given up. I want everything to go as planned then I will possess the greatest weapon of all. Leave me. I'm in a good mood," he hissed.
Snape and Malfoy didn't need to be told twice. They apparated right there on the spot. Both returned to the Malfoy Manor.
"This isn't good Lucius," Snape said taking the drink that Narcissa had offered him.
"I know."
They knew without a doubt what the evil wizard wants. Hopefully, they can do something to prevent that from happening. If not then the world was in danger. Once Harry and Draco bound they would be a force to reckon with.
Nemesis ^_~
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I own nothing means I collect nothing
WARNING: This is about male/male relationships. If you have a problem with that then I suggest that you go elsewhere.
WOW! I can't believe that I stumped all of you about Snape {pats self on the back} ^_~
~A Friend: I'm happy that you're enjoying the fic so far. I've more in store for every one and don't worry I'm planning on finishing this one (not to say that I'm not going to finish my others).
~Escagirl: now, now no need to get violent. Although, that does help with getting the next chapter out quicker ^_~
~LingXiaoyu: You are so welcome! And you're right about Pansy. That's all I'm going to say.
~V: Hey you! Hope everything is going well for you. I was trying to drop hints about Snape being a Saiyan. I guessed it work, huh?
~Red Kasei: I'm sorry to say that no Pansy doesn't quite get the message. However, someone is going to make her see things clearly. Read on and find out who ^_~ Sorry, it won't be Vegeta. He's getting to far along in his pregnancy to do any real damage. However, after he drops the baby, look out!
~Kewla: you're right about Pansy. I didn't turn an unintentional turn with that one. However, the events leading to what's going to happen to her will be interesting to say the least. Read on and find out ^_~
Thank you all for giving a review! If I didn't answer any of your questions hopefully they will be address when you read this chapter. Now enough of my endless chatter on with the story.
Enjoy!
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~oOo@oOo~
The lithe male had been sitting in his study going over some research that he was currently working on for the Ministry, when an owl arrived with a letter from his son's school. The incessant tapping on the window caused him to swiftly cross the room to open the window before the bird chipped a hole in it.
Lucius scanned the letter. His lovely wife was sitting across from him reading a book when she heard him gasp.
Narcissa jumped out of her chair and rushed to her husband's side to glance at the letter. She recognized the neat penmanship of the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Lucius dropped into his chair and buried his head in his hands, hid face contorted with both worry and anger. Someone had tried to hurt his son.
"Narcissa, please call our driver to get the limo ready for me. I will leave as soon as the car is ready - meanwhile I will try to clean up some of this. . ." Lucius' hands made an arc across his paper-strewn, disorganized desk.
"Who could have done such a thing?" she asked, eyes glistening with tears.
"I don't know. It could be someone trying to get to me through him," the tall blonde answered sadly.
Lucius pulled his wife into his arms. She brought her arms around his neck and leaned into him. "Don't worry my dear. I will find out who did it. When I do, they will regret ever hurting a Malfoy," Lucius added, his metallic eyes glinting with fire.
~oOo@oOo~
Severus Snape always known that he was different but never in all his life had he imagined he would be *that* different. The words Vegeta had spoken to him hung heavily in his private chambers, strangling him like Devil's Snare.
I'm a Saiyan? The prince's pregnancy must have affected his brain's ability to think, thank you very much. Yet, the entire time that he had been around both male Saiyans, Snape had felt some confusing impulses.
"I am a wizard, Vegeta. How can I be a Saiyan?"
"For one: Not too many ningens have black hair and eyes. Those are rare traits even for earthlings. Second: Your little display of erotic bliss was another clue when I touched your tail spot." Vegeta smirked and approached the Potions master. "Your tail has been removed."
"And by the shocked look on your face, I'm guessing that it was done when you were young - very young." Vegeta walked around the vast room, looking at everything from the grandfather clock to the fully stocked wet bar without touching anything. "Then there's this. . ." Vegeta drew the sword that Snape hadn't noticed hanging off slightly rounded hips.
Snape's eye's widened for an instant in alarm when he saw the blade, but when he realized Vegeta wasn't attacking he glared back at small male.
"What about it? It's a bloody sword for Merlin's sake. From what Lupin says it ancient and no one knows where it came from or what's written on the damn thing."
The prince closed his eyes and smirked. Snape was being an ass, but that was all right. He was used to dealing with people like him. "You're right - it is very old; about a millennium - maybe more. The rulers of a proud warrior race had passed this sword down through generations. The Royal family of Vegetasei had this sword forged as a rite to ascension. The Wolf says that you've been drawn to it."
Snape remained impassive, his features a blank mask. Vegeta was very familiar with that look.
"It's a fine sword to look at. Just because Lupin has seen me admire the bloody thing doesn't mean that I'm a Saiyan."
"Of course not. Since it is so much closer now, why don't you take a better look at it," Vegeta said, presenting the sword to Snape.
Snape took the sword by the hilt and looked closely at the blade's inscription. The strange symbols seemed to jump out, speaking directly to his mind. Then he *knew * what it said: Vegeta, King and Ruler of Vegetasei. The Potions master dropped the sword as if it had burned him.
"What the devil?" Mirrored obsidian orbs stared at each other.
"Only those of Saiyan blood can understand it."
This was absolutely too much for the teacher to handle. Snape felt himself going for another round of the mind numbing liquid. Yes, this was proving to be the most interesting night of his life.
~*~*~
Vegeta left without another word. He needed to rest, but more importantly he needed to eat. He joined Goku and the other two brats for dinner after talking with the Potions professor.
He left Snape in a good mood. The look on the other man's face was priceless. Vegeta nearly laughed at him. He wondered how the man was going to react when told they were related. The royal decided to wait until Snape had a chance to think about what he had told him. The professor already had enough to deal with in looking after Draco.
Vegeta was wondering about the boy as well. Something wasn't right with the whole situation about the boy's accident. He was going to find out. No one in the school could hide anything from him with the exception of Dumbledore and Snape. Everyone else was fair game.
That thought alone was enough to bring a smile to his face. Soon he would know everyone's dirty little secrets.
~oOo@oOo~
The next morning Harry found himself in the infirmary lying on a bed next to Draco. Dumbledore had granted him permission to stay just for one night. The blonde was still unconscious. Harry quickly got up and sat in a chair next to his boyfriend. He didn't know what to do. He was scared that he was going to lose Draco, his other half. He never got the opportunity to tell him how much that other boy meant to him or how much that he loved him.
Harry realized that the other emotion that he kept feeling was love. It showed in Draco's silver eyes whenever they looked at each other. The feeling was so strong that it almost felt like they could read each other's mind.
Harry had come to that conclusion on the night of the Halloween party. His heart ached badly from not being able to be near Draco. He could feel Draco's sadness as well because of it.
Harry gazed upon the blonde beauty. Harry's eyes filled once more with tears. He wanted desperately to take hold of Draco's hand but he couldn't. Not when there was the slightest possibility that someone could walk in and see such an intimate gesture between the two 'supposed' enemies.
The young Gryffindor sighed and went back to the bed next to Draco's trying not to disturb his rest. Harry closed his dull emerald eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping that the next time he woke Draco would be up as well.
~oOo@oOo~
Three days had passed and Draco was still unconscious. The bond that was developing was taking its' toll on the Boy-Who-Lived. Hermione and Ron came down to see how he was doing after Professor McGonagall informed them that Harry had not eaten the entire time that Draco had been in the hospital.
"Harry, listen to me. You need to eat something," Hermione said, worry in every word.
Harry looked like hell. They could see dark circles underneath his once vivid bright eyes. His face was thinner than before. His school robes were beginning to hang loosely on him. Harry couldn't afford to lose any more weight.
Harry ignored both of them. The only thing that was on his mind was Draco. He wanted the blonde to wake-up and tell him that he was okay and that he loved him. Worse still, Madam Pomfrey said Draco should have already come to - she didn't know why he was still unconscious.
Ron was struggling with his guilt. He saw how his best friend was reacting to Malfoy's injury. The night of Draco's accident Hermione finally told him about his and Harry's bond, and that they were soul mates. At first Ron didn't comprehend what it had meant because Hermione couldn't explain things without giving the literal definition. Once she had broken it down to where a four-year-old could understand it had made sense to him.
The young Weasley understood that he was wrong about his friend and had accused him unjustly. He always let his temper get the best of him. He hadn't thought things through or even tried to put himself in Harry's position.
Strengthening his resolve, and seeing that Vegeta wasn't around he went to his friend. Ron placed his hand on top of Harry's, which were currently resting in his lap.
"Harry, I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't' mean to say those things about you. Please don't let yourself go. Hermione and I couldn't bear the thought if you died. Besides, Mal-Draco wouldn't want you to die either," Ron said sincerely.
A small spark of life ignited within the green depths of Harry's eyes. "I'm sorry too, Ron. I didn't mean to try to hurt you and Hermione."
"It's okay mate. Just warn us next time." A smile appeared on the redhead's lips as Harry lunged forward to hug him. Hermione joined them too. The Golden Trio was back together.
Pulling away Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Harry you must eat something. If you get sick or worse Draco might not wake-up."
"What do you mean?" Harry blinked owlishly.
"Draco is connected to you. If you become sick too, he might not wake up. You have to be strong for both of you. Remember, whatever you feel he feels and vice versa."
Harry hadn't thought about how their bond could negatively affect each other. He had only thought about the emotional link, but now that he considered it, there had to be a physical connection too. How could he be so stupid as to let himself give up and not think about Draco?
"You're right, Hermione. I'll see you guys at dinner. First I'm going to get a shower and change clothes."
"That's the spirit! We need to keep you fit. I'm sure Draco wouldn't be too thrilled that you've lost so much weight. Harry you can't afford to lose what little you have now." Hermione was now in her mother hen role.
"I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking."
"Lay off, Hermione. He's been through a lot," Ron chastised his girlfriend.
"Anyway, where're Goku and Vegeta?" Hermione asked.
"Um, I think that they are in their room, but who knows. Why?"
"I need to speak with Vegeta after dinner about some thing. We'll see later Harry." Both Hermione and Ron hugged him one last time before going to their next class.
Harry went to take his much-needed shower before heading to the Great Hall for some food. After that, he would return to Draco's side. He was tired. After two and a half days of worrying he was ready for some serious sleep.
~oOo@oOo~
The head of Slytherin sat down behind his desk but not before he poured himself a strong drink. He had lost count after ten. Now he wasn't sure if he was on his fifteenth or fiftieth glass. The brown liquid burned his throat as he gulped it in one go. He was at a loss for words for the first time in his life. Everything that he knew had all been a lie.
Snape had been holed up in his chambers for two days. He had even missed his classes. Vegeta had flipped his world upside down and inside out, shattering it into a billion pieces.
There was a knock at his door. He answered it.
"Severus?"
The professor ignored his visitor and returned to his previous position behind the desk, another glass of alcohol in his hand. He was trying to drink himself into oblivion but it never worked. His high tolerance to alcohol had been a blessing before, but now it was a curse. He remembered back when he was in school; he could easily drink Lucius under the table and still be able to get up and walk away with only a slight buzz.
"Sev-"
"You knew, didn't you Albus?" he spat.
The Headmaster remained quiet.
"You knew the entire time that I was a Saiyan and you said nothing," he said, his brows drawn down in anger.
"It was best the you were kept in the dark about it. You would have been killed for what you were."
"By whom? Vegeta? His lover?"
"No. You would have been killed by a being who was far more ruthless than Voldemort."
Snape glared at his friend. The man had been like a father to him. "I have risked my life for you and the Order. You could have at least told me the truth about my real parents."
"I'm sorry Severus. Even after Frieza was killed I didn't think it was the right time to tell you. The knowledge would have raised questions that couldn't be answered yet - it would have hurt you, not helped you. I knew that one day someone would arrive who could answer the questions of your origins. Vegeta figured it out rather quickly after I told him about his Father. He knew that you were different the first night of his arrival."
"He told me that he is a telepath."
Dumbledore nodded. "He usually keeps his path waves closed. Too much over flow of emotions and thoughts from other people tends to drain him. Plus, given his current condition, it wouldn't have been good for the baby."
Snape downed more of his drink, then blurted out, "Albus, I know nothing about being a Saiyan."
"You don't need to my dear boy. Most of everything you know is innate. Vegeta is just providing some missing information to you. However, my only concern for you to find a mate." The other man missed that spark of mischief dancing behind moon shape glasses.
"Albus please. I have no intention of taken a mate, husband, or otherwise. I'm far too old and set in my ways to want to change for anyone," he stated as a matter of fact.
"I will not discuss your age and I will definitely not discuss your lack of love interest at the moment. However, being a Saiyan leaves you no choice in the matter. Saiyans have one great advantage over us humans."
"And what's that?" Snape barked, getting ready to refill his glass. Dumbledore gently took the bottle and now-empty glass out of his hands and set them just out of reach on the edge of the desk.
A wide smile was lurking under Dumbledore's long white beard. "Do you know why you are a master at what you do Severus?"
"I paid attention when I was in school - unlike some people who shall remain nameless." He was thinking bitterly of Black and Potter. They had the IQ of hundred candles combined.
The Headmaster chuckled. "You did, but there is more to it than that. You are a genius at potions, Severus. You were able to distinguish all types of aromas from others. You could list the ingredients of potions just by smell alone. That is why you are a Master among a few."
Snape stared at Dumbledore in disbelief. Praise from anyone was rare for him. He knew Dumbledore trusted him, but compliments like this were golden.
"Your sense of smell is one of your special skills. You can use it to find your life-partner, Severus. Saiyans choose their mates by scent, just like many other species on earth."
Dumbledore said no more, pushing the glass and bottle back to Snape, leaving him to ponder what he had just been told. Snape was numb as he went to his bedchambers to lie down. His eyes were already closed as he hit the pillow. He was nearly asleep when Dumbledore's words came crashing back to him and his onyx eyes snapped opened.
There was only one person Snape could think of who he tried to keep his distance from because of the fierce reaction he caused. His senses went haywire every time he was near this magical creature. Snape provoked aggressive arguments just to keep his mind from wandering off. He never wanted to stay in the other person's presence for too long for fear that he might lose himself.
Snape knew just by the scent alone who his mate was.
"Bloody hell!"
~oOo@oOo~
As promised, Harry returned to Draco's bedside after he had tried to eat. He had only been sitting a while when another visitor entered the private room.
"I should have known. You have no right to be here."
"I have every right," Harry said raising out of his chair.
"You're nothing more than a passing fling to him. Do you think that his Father is going to accept you? I can give him everything that he wants and needs. What do you have to offer? He loves me."
"No, you're lying!" Harry hissed.
"Am I? Has he ever told you that he loves you?"
Harry was speechless. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had been afraid that Draco could never really love him. After all, wasn't his father one of Voldemort's strongest supporters? Had this all been some trick?
"No?" Pansy smirked with delight. She had seen that doubt in Harry's eyes. "Why would he when he loves me? Now, leave before he wakes up."
Harry did the only thing that he could do. He fled from Draco's private room with tears streaming down his face. He ran from the castle. He needed to get away. The harsh words were taunting him over and over again: "He loves me," the voice echoed.
It couldn't be true, could it?
Pansy stood with a smug look on her face as Harry fled. Now, nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wanted, nothing at all.
~oOo@oOo~
Ron and Hermione were sitting in Harry's common room with Goku and Vegeta. Actually, it was with Goku since Vegeta stayed on the other side of the room away from them as if they had some type of disease. Hermione figured that Vegeta suffered from some type of phobia because he always wore gloves.
"What did you need to talk about, ningen?"
Hermione ignored the foreign word. "I was wondering if you could tell us about your bond with Goku?"
"Why?" he asked looking at her sideways.
"Well, I want to have a better understanding of how Draco and Harry are. Seeing that you are mated to Goku."
Vegeta contemplated the question. "There really isn't a whole lot to say. We are mated for life. When one of us dies, the other will die shortly after. Our souls shall never be apart even after we die. We are bound by blood. I can never leave Kakarott or cheat on him, for I have pledged myself to him and only him. It's the same for him as well."
"Thank you."
"Hn."
"Hermione, have you seen Harry?" Goku inquired.
"Not since dinner, but knowing him he's probably with Draco," she answered.
"I'm going to bed Kakarott." Vegeta left without even a goodbye to his guests.
Once the door shut, signaling to the group that the prince was tucked away in his room, Ron asked, "Is he always like that or is it just because he is pregnant?"
Goku smiled like there was no tomorrow and said, "Oh, his always like that."
~oOo@oOo~
Harry sat on the rocks near the lake. How could he be so foolish to think that Draco wanted him? He fell for everything that the Slytherin said. Although, he just couldn't understand why would they be connected if they didn't feel anything for one another, but then again Parkinson was a girl.
She could give Draco a loving home, a family, heirs. What did he have to offer? Harry had nothing except his family fortune. Heck, he wasn't even too sure about what Hermione had said about being able to have kids. That aspect of wanting to be with Draco was enough to send him off and running.
Harry wanted kids but being male and gay was definitely against him in the baby-making department. In addition too that it was very important for Draco to produce an heir. That was another problem. How could Draco ever tell his father about them?
Harry could not deny the truth of what Parkinson had said. Draco never told him that he loved him. That was enough to convince Harry that they were not meant to be.
Tears spilled down his cold face as shoulder-racking sobs took hold. The stars glittered in the dark sky twinkling down upon him. Harry's heart was heavy, he could do no more than just cry. He gingerly got up making his way back to his tower.
He was going to talk with Dumbledore and see if he could be moved back to the Gryffindor tower. He wanted to be away from Draco.
~oOo@oOo~
Breakfast in the Great Hall was the same as any other morning, noisy. Harry was sitting quietly across from Hermione and Goku while Ron was seated next to him. Vegeta stayed in his room with a bout of morning sickness. He told them to go ahead without him and that he would meet them for lunch.
Harry barely touched his food. The most that he did was push his food around on his plate taking small bites here and there, nothing substantial. This was starting to worry his friends, including Goku. The earth-raised Saiyan wished that Vegeta were here. The prince would be able to tell what was bothering the teen.
The Headmaster also noticed from his position at the high table that something was bothering one of his favorite students especially by the far away look in Harry's jade eyes. He knew what was wrong, and had tried to convince the boy to reconsider but Harry refused. Dumbledore had no choice but to inform the only person that might be able to get through to Harry.
The double doors suddenly burst opened. All chatter stopped for a minute, then low murmurs of voices now filled the Hall. The former Slytherin stalked straight to the head table. Everyone knew who it was. There was no mistaking the long flowing hair, aristocratic nose, smooth alabaster skin, and gleaming sliver eyes.
Sirius nearly choked on his food when he caught sight of the ex-Slytherin. He pushed his plate away, his stomach starting to rebel. He reached into his robes and wrapped his hand around his wand. Neither Sirius nor Remus knew that Lucius was on their side. As far as they were concerned Lucius was Voldemort's lackey.
"Hello Lucius."
"Dumbledore," he greeted with a slight sneer. Lucius had to keep up appearances, just in case he was being watched.
The old wizard rose. "This way please. I've been expecting you. Minerva, could you please send for Severus? Sirius. Remus. If you will."
Once the wizards left the loud chattering started again. This was serious if Lucius Malfoy had been summoned.
~oOo@oOo~
The elder Malfoy paced in front of Dumbledore's desk. He was agitated. No one could tell him how in the hell something like this could have happened to his son. Worse still, Harry had moved back into the Gryffindor tower.
"Well?"
"This probably for the best Malfoy," Sirius said, secretly jumping for joy, but that was short lived.
Lucius turned a venomous glare at Sirius. "Black, you don't seem to understand the seriousness of this. If Draco and Potter are not together my son will die. Then what do you think is going to happen to your godson?"
"Are you threatening Harry?" Sirius was giving rise to his infamous temper.
"I'm stating fact. Potter and Draco are-"
Severus stepped into the office, effectively cutting off Lucius, followed by McGonagall. All eyes widened at the Potions master. "What the hell happened to you, Snape?"
"None of your bloody business, Black."
"Fine, be that way. Although, it doesn't do much for your greasy git persona," Sirius mocked. McGonagall gave a disapproving look at her former student.
"Severus, it would not do to have a professor such as yourself to be lacking in appearance," Dumbledore said quietly.
Indeed, Snape was looking deplorable. His hair was unkempt. His skin was more pale than usual. Even his overcoat and robe were wrinkled. Remus moved to the other side of the office because Snape smelled like he spent the last few nights in Three Broomsticks. Whatever Snape had consumed it was potent.
"Now, to the matter at hand. Someone has attempted to do bodily harm to young Draco. Not only has he remained unconscious Harry has moved back to his old dormitory."
"It's about bloody time," Sirius whooped.
"Quiet you four legged mutt," Snape hissed.
"I'll be careful if I were you Snape. You never know when this mutt will take a chunk out of your as-"
"Boys please." Dumbledore still referring to the grown men as children because they still acted like they were in school.
"Where's Potter currently?" Lucius asked. He needed to talk with him.
"He's just left the Great Hall for classes," Minerva informed them.
"Why do you need to know where Harry is? Obviously, he has seen the truth about your son and doesn't want to have anything else to do with him."
Lucius rounded on the ex-convict. "Listen Black. I know that you don't care much for me. Frankly I don't care but my son is nothing like me. Harry will make himself sick if he isn't by Draco's side."
"Harry seemed fine, other than the loss of appetite," Sirius said, but somehow he didn't sound so sure himself.
"That's because he's rejecting the bond." Lucius sounded offended, disbelieving Black's attitude. He couldn't bear the thought of losing his Dragon.
"Lucius what will happened to Draco if Harry does not accept the bond?" Remus questioned, although he had a pretty good idea what the wizard's answer would be.
"Both of them will die."
"You can't be serious!" Again Sirius was not taking the news about his godson and Draco well.
"I assure you Black, I am."
"Wait, I left Potter with Draco two nights ago. Something must have transpired between then and now," Snape said.
The door opened before any thing was resolved. Goku entered with Vegeta by his side. The occupants in the circular room could see Goku's tail securely wrapped around Vegeta's wrist.
Goku blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Oh, man! When was the last time you bathed?" The wizards were around the room stifled their laugh by coughing. Even Lucius had to turn around momentarily to hide his smile.
"Thank you Mr. Son for the update. What do you need?" Snape sneered. The quicker this meeting was over the quicker he could get back to his chambers and make himself more presentable.
"I've seen the boy," Vegeta said.
"And?" Lucius asked. Something about the short male bothered him.
"It seems that the onnanoko has told him to stay away from the blonde."
"His name is Draco."
"Like I care."
Lucius whipped out his wand from his cane. He pointed it at the prince, but before he could speak a curse a flash of gold filled the office. He was thrown against one of the many book selves in the office.
Severus stayed rooted to his chair. Sirius was just looking as if this went on all the time, which it did. He was just surprised that they hadn't killed anyone yet. McGonagall sipped on her tea ignoring all of them. She mused to herself that there was way too much testosterone floating around in the room. Dumbledore was holding back from laughing as they again proved his point about acting like children.
As Goku spoke the books rattled on the shelves. The floor quaked as he tried to keep his energy from rising any higher. "I wouldn't Malfoy," Goku growled, baring sharp bone breaking teeth.
Lucius was speechless.
"Calm down. Lucius, put that away. Goku, please change back," Remus called from his position from far behind the Headmaster's desk. Snape's body odor was killing him and he just knew that if he was dying from the lack of air with his sensitive nose then Goku and Vegeta must be too. Not too surprisingly, the Saiyan couple joined Remus.
Coming back to the matter at hand, Lucius said, "What's onnanoko?"
"I was referring to that bitc-. . .Ow!" Goku kicked Vegeta. The prince glared. "I meant that girl, Parkinson."
"Pansy? You're telling me that she's behind my son being in the hospital wing?"
"Hai."
"What?"
"Yes," Vegeta sighed.
"Oh."
"Well, then. I see no other choice. I will have to announce Harry and Draco's relationship. Miss Parkinson must have found out about them and she is lashing out at young Malfoy to get to Harry. I was hoping that they would be the ones to tell everyone." Dumbledore eyes lost their shine.
Lucius didn't hear a word of what his former Headmaster was saying. He was going to deal with Pansy. How dare she do something like this, but first he was going to help his son. "I would like to speak with Potter."
"Of course Lucius."
Snape was the first one out of the office. He didn't want to stick around just in case his intended mate wanted to be civil and talk, Merlin forbid! He would prefer the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
Lucius followed Professor McGonagall to Harry's next class: Divinations. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why the school was still offering such a horrid class. Lucius prayed he wouldn't have nightmares from thinking about that class.
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Trailing behind Goku and Vegeta was Remus and Sirius. Goku was pulling his mate along with his tail. Vegeta was tiring out.
"So, do you know what you're having?" Remus asked curiously.
"Nope, we want to be surprised," Goku said with abandonment.
"Hn. Speak for yourself. The witch in the hospital can tell us next month."
"What would you like?" Remus asked, genuinely interested.
"Girl!" Goku shouted over Vegeta's "Boy!"
Sirius snorted. The couple acted like teenagers.
"I don't care really. Just as long as she or he is healthy and strong, that is what's important," Goku said.
~oOo@oOo~
Harry was dozing off in class when Professor McGonagall entered. She searched around the room until she found her victim. "Professor, I need to talk with Mr. Potter."
"Go ahead. I'll give Mr. Weasley the class assignments for him."
Harry felt his stomach drop. Was he in trouble? He doubted that. He hadn't done anything so far that would qualify as trouble but that didn't necessarily mean anything. He gathered his books and supplies and followed the Deputy Headmistress to his unknown doom.
What Harry found was not what he was expecting. Waiting in an unused classroom was Lucius Malfoy. Known Death Eater, big supporter of Voldemort, and Draco's father. His stomach lurched and he felt a splitting headache coming on.
"It is all right Mr. Potter. You are in no danger. Mr. Malfoy cannot harm you while you're in this room. He only wants to talk with you," McGonagall explained, knowing of Harry's previous experiences with Lucius.
Harry numbly nodded his head in agreement, then entered the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, Harry could feel the magical protection wards arm around the room.
Harry eyed the older Malfoy. He noticed that his movements were graceful and sleek much like an exotic animal. It reminded him of Draco. Damn! His thoughts always ended back to the Slytherin prince. Harry would think about how they would kiss or how they would hold each other.
Alas he pushed those thoughts from his mind as he concentrated on what the older wizard had to say.
"First, Po-Harry please know that I will not harm you in any way."
"Okay, so if you're not here to take me to your Master then why am I here?"
"My son is dying, as are you. I don't know how long you have but seeing as how Draco is already in a coma I'll say a month or two at best."
"How can we. . .? I mean. . .it's not possible," Harry was flabbergasted.
"Your bond that you have with my son is the reason. Did you know that he wrote to me on the day of his accident?" Lucius asked.
Harry shook his head in mute silence. Without saying another word Lucius removed a scroll from inside his black cloak. He handed it to Harry.
Harry opened the parchment. He recognized the neat handwriting.
{Dear Father, today is my first game of the season against Ravenclaw. I was hoping that it would be against Gryffindor, so I could be able to beat the Golden Boy. The truth of the matter is that I followed your advice.
I swallowed my pride and came to terms with Harry. Yes, Harry Potter. I wasn't sure on how to tell you so I'm just going to come out and say it. Harry and I are together. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want him. I had always felt something for him but I couldn't give it a name because I didn't know what it was, yet I did. I had to search myself to find out what it was.
Father please do not think ill of me when I say I'm in love with Harry. I've always been in love with him. I just realized it this morning as I watched him sleep. Now, I understand what you see in Mother. The way you look at her. Even when you don't talk to her, you seem to know what she's thinking or how she's feeling. I feel the same with Harry. I know that he doesn't want me for my wealth or what the Malfoy name brings. He wants me for me: the blonde who enjoys Potions and playing Quidditch.
You were right about Dumbledore. The meddling old wizard must have known that Harry and I would end up together.
Oh, before I forget, could you please bring me my package from my safe deposit box, I would like to give it to Harry. Yes, I'm sure about this. If everything goes how I want it to go I will be the happiest man on earth. Tell Mother that I miss her and that I love her.
Your son,
Dragon}
Harry had to reread it to make sure the letters would not disappear. He slipped into a dusty chair as tears fell on the parchment. Again he felt stupid for not having more faith in Draco.
"Oh, god! I'm sorry. . .I didn't know. . ." Harry whispered.
"Harry please tell me what happened and why you are not with my son?" Lucius asked in a low soothing tone. He sat down in the chair next to Harry. He didn't want the boy to be intimidated by his height.
Lucius saw the uneasiness in Harry's eyes. "Anything you say to me will be kept between us," he assured.
The young Gryffindor retold about what happened and why he went back to his old dormitory. He also told the older Malfoy how they had been getting along. He told everything because God only knew that he couldn't go to Sirius with his problems - not when they involved Draco.
Harry found out that talking to Lucius was almost like talking to Draco. He never interrupted, he waited until he was finished to ask a question. Lucius was patient and didn't rush him when he had a difficult time trying to explain what he did or why he did it.
By the time Harry finished, Lucius' silver orbs became dark like storm clouds but his voice still held its' smoothness. "Harry why don't you go and visit Draco for awhile. Talk with him, don't just talk to him. Ask him questions - it will help him pull out of the coma. I will take care of Miss Parkinson. Off you go."
Harry slung his book bag over his shoulder. He paused at the door turning back to the older man. "Thank you," he said before running all the way to the infirmary.
For the first time in Lucius' life he openly smiled.
~ TBC ~
A/N: I was going to write more but decided to wait to have it for the next chapter ^_~ So, what tell me what you think.
I would love to know how everyone felt about Snape being a Saiyan. Any votes on whom should be his mate. You only got two choices and I'm not telling you who they are. Process of elimination should work ^_~ Vegeta's was something else to bad Goku kicked him that would have been interesting to see everyone's reaction to what he would have said.
Pansy's was just plain mean. And I guess she thought that she was doing something when she made Harry cry. Well, Lucius is on the scene is going to make everything all better. How do you think everyone's going to take Dumbledore's announcement about Harry and Draco? Hmm, better yet how is Snape going to react when Vegeta tell him of their relations. Dunno, well stay tuned to find out in the next chapter ^_~
~oOo@oOo~
Teaser for Chapter 8: Promises and Lies
"So Lucius tell me when will your son and Potter be bound?"
"I don't know my Lord. Potter has not agreed to it but my son is determined," Lucius answered. He slowly released his breath once he realized that the wizard wasn't going to curse him.
"Severus?"
Snape knew what his Master wanted. "If nothing else happens between now and Draco's next birthday they should be bound after graduation."
"Good. We will remain low with minimal activity. I want Potter to think that I've given up. I want everything to go as planned then I will possess the greatest weapon of all. Leave me. I'm in a good mood," he hissed.
Snape and Malfoy didn't need to be told twice. They apparated right there on the spot. Both returned to the Malfoy Manor.
"This isn't good Lucius," Snape said taking the drink that Narcissa had offered him.
"I know."
They knew without a doubt what the evil wizard wants. Hopefully, they can do something to prevent that from happening. If not then the world was in danger. Once Harry and Draco bound they would be a force to reckon with.
Nemesis ^_~