Chapter Seven
Day 11
1:00 p.m.
Voldemort's Lair
"It's okay Spike, Angel. They're friends." Spike allowed his demon face to recede, but only after Angel had backed off. Harry smiled thankfully at him and gave a small, reassuring purr.
"Harry? Is it really you?" The shorter black-haired man stepped away from the group, wand lowered but ready to use.
"Yeah. It's about time you guys got here." Before Spike could do anything, Harry was gone from his side and in this strange man's arms.
"We tried! Go we tried Harry, but this place was so well hidden!" The man said, hugging the boy fiercely. Spike shifted uncertainly and growled softly. Harry twisted his head around, not leaving the man's embrace.
"Oh quit it Spike! He's my godfather." Spike turned to his Grandsire.
"We should probably be getting you back to Hogwarts." The sandy-haired man said. Spike sniffled in his direction and wrinkled his nose.
"Werewolf." Spike said Harry was released from the man's grip and launched himself at the werewolf. They hugged fiercely, and Spike bit back a growl. Harry pulled away from the werewolf and the taller black-haired man made himself known.
"Potter." Spike curled his lip at the man's distasteful tone, but was ignored. "We should get going." Spike studied the man carefully. The pale skin and the odd scent that clung to the man just screamed vampire, but he also smelt of human and Spike could hear the man's heart beating.
"First I want to know what happened." The older of the red-headed men said. His eyes had been glued on the vampire's the whole time. Spike flashed a bit of fang and smirked gleefully when the man flinched. Harry shot a look at Spike and returned to his side.
"The short version then. I got captured. I got tortured. Then I was thrown in here to die, I suppose, with Si-Spike and Angel." Spike tilted his head, frowning at his childe's sudden change of his title.
"And yet you have very few marks on you." The man said. Harry lowered his head and Spike piped up.
"When he said nearly to death, he meant it. He was bleedin' out and would have died had he been alone." All eyes but Angel's and Harry's turned on him.
"You healed him?" The vampire-like man said. "How?" Spike rested a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder?
"I turned him." There was dead silence in the small cell, but for the beating of the human's hearts. "I had too or he'd have died." The werewolf sighed and the smaller man tilted his head and studied Harry. The other dark-haired man scowled. The two red-headed men shook there heads but didn't do anything more. The stranger turned and left.
"Siri?" Harry asked meekly. "Are you mad?" The man let out a breath.
"No. It wasn't your fault kiddo, and it wasn't theirs." He motioned to Spike and Angel. "It'll take a while to get used to but I'll manage. I mean, I accepted Moony here right?" The man grinned. Harry turned to the sandy-haired man that Spike knew wasn't given the name 'Moony' by his parents.
"Remy?" He asked.
"Not mad." 'Remy' said. Amber eyes turned to Spike, who squared his shoulders. "Protect him."
"With my unlife." Remy nodded and Harry turned to the two red-headed men.
"I'm with you." The younger of the two assured. But the older man sighed.
"Give me time." Harry nodded sadly. The other black-haired man stepped up with a scowl.
"Let's go."
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3:00 p.m.
"OUCH!" Harry giggle at his Sire as the Hogwarts medi-witch rubbed some salve over the open sores on the vampire's back thus enticing some rather childish exclamations.
"Sit still." The woman ordered as he wriggled on the bed. Angel, being treated by a second nurse on a bed next to Spike's, snorted.
"Shut up Peaches! And that bloody hurts woman!" Poppy Pomphrey flicked his ear with a finger.
"Watch your language." She warned. Spike's petulant glare earned another giggle from Harry and an eye roll from Angel.
"But it hurts! And who are you to tell me what.."
"Spike." Angel piped up. He was in a pair of sweats and a tee shirt, and already relaxing under the covers.
"What?"
"Language." Harry laughed out loud as a shocked look spread over Spike's face, and quickly choked it back as Spike turned to pout at him.
"All done." Poppy declared after securing the last bandage. Spike waved away the sweats and shirt and huddled under the blankets in a huff. Harry shook his head, hopped off his bed, and crawled into Spike's despite Poppy disagreeing babbling.
Spike wrapped an arm around his childe and offered a wrist. Harry vaguely heard Angel explaining things to the baffled nurse as he let his demon take over. He sank his fangs into his Sire's wrist and drank deeply.
TBC