Disclaimer: I don't own, yada yada. I think we all know what goes here. Do I really have to say it? Thank you J.K. Rowling for your wonderfully imaginative characters and the world of Harry Potter.
Also due to the new book HBP this story is now officially AU. I can't believe all that happened in that book everything that we believed was just completely flipped upside down. Won't say much more incase of spoilers for those who haven't finished it.
Okay I know that this chapter is a little late and I'm sorry. But it couldn't be helped. I would also like to say that this chapter is not beta read. My beta reader is experiencing technical difficulties at the moment and won't be able to return to reading until after the beginning of next month. But we have talked and I will just replace the un beta read chapter with the corrected one. So if you find any mistakes those are mine not hers. I must warn you that there isn't as much Harry and Draco in this chapter as in the past two, but I hope you like the scenes.
And now a little Shiverin 101. I'm so sorry if the species is a little confusing so let's see if I can clear it up for you a bit.
There are two type of Shiverin, I'm sure you got this one already, sorry.
Both the dominant and the submissive have spots on their backs. They are basically a way to tell the two apart. A dominant's spots will cover their backs completely, and even sometimes a few will end up on the front of their shoulders and on their stomachs. The submissive's will always cover the backs of the shoulders and about the first three to four inches of their back, then they just run down the spine in about a one to two inch line. No Shiverin has the same spot display. The are always different and you can tell one from the other by their spots. The Dominants are normally a dark reddish brown color while the submissive are a light brown to rose pink color.
They both sprout wings, but the Dominant's are normally larger (Poor Harry.) Both have claws and fangs (Very good for biting as Draco found out. Again poor Harry.) But only the dominant Shiverin ever gets scales. Most of the time these are only on the lower arms, but in times of extreme need they will reach all the way up the arm and onto the chest, stomach and back acting as a kind of armor. And of course their both poisonous but only when provoked. More will be explained later. I hope that helps.
I did have to edit something out of this one but only one short part near the end. Please see the full version under the same title and pen name on Forerverfandom and Adutltfanfiction. The links should be on my profile page.
Harry Potter and the Shiverin Descendent Chapter 3 (edited)
The two of them stayed this way for a while. Draco running his hand lightly up and down Harry's side. And Harry leaning on Draco's shoulder with his face buried in the crook of his neck.
"Draco." Harry mumbled.
"Mmhmmm."
"I'm going to have to leave soon."
The other Shiverin growled softly and pulled his small mate closer. "I don't want to let you go."
Harry pulled back slightly and smiled and Draco. "But if I don't go Hermione and Ron will come looking for me."
The Dominant pulled him closer if that was at all possible. "Fine, I really don't feel like dealing with Weasel and Granger right now. But I'll only let you go if you promise me two things."
"Uhm, alright."
"One, don't use the dreamless sleep potion anymore."
"But Hermione…" Harry tried to argue.
"I don't care find someway to placate her. If you think I was bad this time imagine what will happen if you avoid those dreams all summer. I know where you're staying now and it would be nothing for me to find Granger's address. I don't think you'll want me showing up at her door demanding to see my mate."
Harry gulped. "Yeah you're right, okay no more Dreamless sleep potion. And I won't avoid the dreams but only if you play nice." He pouted rubbing at his neck.
Draco smirked. "Hey that wasn't my fault. It was the Weasels. He should know not to call you that anymore."
The raven haired one couldn't argue with that. Ron didn't know who his mate was, but he did know that there was one. "Okay what's stipulation number two?"
"If you see that guy again, or anyone else that looks suspicious you contact me right away." Draco placed a finger under Harry's chin and pulled slightly so that Emerald Green eyes met Silvery Blue. "I don't know who he is but I think you're right he was up to no good." His voice had become deep and husky. Harry just nodded. "Good." Draco groaned and brought his lips down to other boys. He kissed those full lips lightly and then brushed his tongue along the bottom one requesting entrance.
Harry sighed and opened his mouth allowing his mates tongue access.
Draco pulled Harry's lithe body closer deepening the kiss. He could hear the trilling song start up the hum was added a little bit later. He knew he had to stop soon or he would never stop. If that pinging noise was added to Harry's song he would have no control over what he did to his mate.
Harry groaned in protest as that wonderful mouth was pulled away from his. He grabbed hold of Draco's neck and tried to pull him back.
"Harry, love, we have to end this." The trilling song of his mate dropped drastically until it was just a drone. Draco slid a finger down his beloved's cheek. "Don't do that and don't look at me like that. You know very well what your Shiverin song can do to me? And I know for sure that if the ping joined it I would definitely take you right here and now."
Those beautiful jewel toned eyes widened in shock then filled with shame. He couldn't believe he had just gotten mad at the Dominant for doing what he himself had requested. "I'm sorry Draco. I didn't mean... I really can't control it. I don't even know how I do it."
"I know you can't control it. That's something you'll have to learn. And even then during times of extreme emotion it's not always controllable. And about how it's created it's actually a reverberation of magic.
"Oh, you sure know a lot about our species."
"My parents knew about their blood lines. They had already guessed that I would be a Shiverin so they have made me read tons on them since I was little." He subconsciously traced the edge of Harry's collar with his finger.
"So how come Dumbledore doesn't know?" Harry grabbed the wondering hand and brought it up to kiss the slightly calloused palm.
Draco sucked in a breath at his mate's actions. Was Harry tiring to drive him insane with lust? "Because my parents decided not to tell him. The Malfoy line is very secretive and they decided that if I was just going to find a nice girl and have the blood line go dormant. That there was no reason to involve that meddlesome fool."
Harry sighed. He knew Draco's view on Dumbledore even if he didn't agree with it fully. "So what are they going to do now? I'm not just some nice girl the bloodline won't go dormant this time."
"They still aren't going to tell him. They know that I've found a submissive mate but they don't know who. Not that I'm going to tell them. But even so if they tell Dumbledore you know he will do anything he can to keep us apart. I'm the son of a Death eater he can't have me corrupting his golden boy. My parent's know how unbearable I will be if I'm kept apart from my mate. I think their getting tired of me destroying my room."
This visual caused Harry to laugh.
"Well, I guess you should go." The dominant leaned over and kissed his submissve's cheek lightly.
Harry stood up on his tippi toes and brushed his lips lightly against the blonds then pulled away.
Draco groaned. "Are you trying to throw all my self restraint to the wind?"
"Uhm, no." Harry blushed clasping his hands behind him and ducking his head slightly. This caused him to look up at Draco through his long dark eye lashes.
"Really, then you're failing miserably, because you're turning me on like terrible. And this little innocent look isn't helping any it's actually making it worse." Draco growled.
"I'm sorry." Harry apologized trying to look sheepish. "Well I should go. See you later Draco." He turned and headed around the box. But was stopped when the Dominant grabbed his hand and pulled him back flush against his body.
Draco leaned in and kissed his mate passionately. This was going to be the last time he would be able to do this in person for a while he just had to get one last taste. He pulled away and smiled down at his black haired angel. "I'll see you tonight Love." And he released the Gryffindor so that he could return to his friends. His mate smiled at him one more time and then left their little hiding place. Silver eyes watched that retreating back forlornly and he almost felt like crying.
Harry made his way to Florean Fortescue's to meat Ron and Hermione. He actually felt sorry for leaving Draco. The Dominant Shiverin was obviously holding back by letting his mate go. It was quite obvious that the blond had wanted nothing more than to claim him fully. And he had to admit that part of him was telling him he wanted it too. He had to stop himself turning around and letting the Dominant have his way with him.
"Oi, hey there Harry." Ron waived to his ebony haired friend. "What took you so long?"
"Sorry guys. I had a little problem with one of the owls in there. A little gray one decided that my hair was its nest and it just wouldn't get out." He scratched his head to emphasize his point.
Hermione cocked a honey eyebrow. "Well that would explain why your hair looks even messier than normal."
"Oh, thanks Hermione. I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not."
She laughed. "Why don't you sit down and have some ice cream before my mum and dad get he… Harry what happened to your neck. The Ointment shouldn't have worn off that fast?" She eyed the large purple mark. "And has that thing gotten bigger?"
"Sorry Hermione I had to wash up a little after that owl. I didn't realize that I had whipped all that off as well." His stomach started to churn. He was certain that they could see right through him by now. Well at least Hermione. Ron was undeniably dense but that was just how he was.
She groaned and took out her purse. "We should probably reapply it before my parents and Hildey get back. I really don't want to try to explain that to my little sister. That girl would get the totally wrong idea. She's already been asking if I've ever kissed either of you."
Ron chocked on his ice cream. "Now why would she want to know that?"
"Come on Ron. She's eight years old and there are two good looking guys staying in our house. She's bound to get curious."
Harry laughed as he pulled down his collar and allowed Hermione to reapply the ointment.
"She thinks we're good looking." Ron said. He puffed out his chest and tried to straighten out his shirt.
Draco waited a little and decided he should leave now. He quickly straightened himself out, couldn't look as if he had just gone through one hell of a snog session. Stepping out into the street he headed back towards Florean Fortescue's. He wanted to get one last look at his Harry. And of course that's where his father was planning on finding him. It didn't take long before he caught sight of that familiar licorice hair. He growled when he saw Granger touching his mate's neck. What did she think she was doing? She might mess up his Bureshaw. He had to stop himself from going over there, tearing her hands off that succulent neck, and dragging his mate away. Harry didn't want his friends to know about them yet and he had to respect that. He would just have to hope that her applying the ointment wouldn't mess up his mark. He stood there watching a little bit longer trying to fight the jealousy that rushed through him as he saw Granger and Weasley laughing with his Harry. Growling he turned away to go find his father. Couldn't have him coming here and catch his son staring lovingly at the boy who lived. He was certain that there was no way he could fake hate for his mate with him there in person. And havening his father find out was the last thing he wanted to do. As he headed past Gringotts he was almost knocked over by the same little girl that he had seen in the Magical Menagerie.
"Sorry." The girl smiled and then ran on.
"I'm really sorry about that young man. Our Hildey is very excited I hope she didn't hurt you." He turned to see the smiling face of Granger's mother.
He had to bite his tongue to stop some biting remarks about muggles. Insulting this women and the Granger clone was probably not the best way to stay on his mate's good side. "No, it's perfectly alright." He tried to smile sweetly.
"That's good." She smiled and headed after her daughter and husband.
Draco was surprised. He had always been told that muggles were uncivilized buffoons that shouldn't be allowed access to the wizarding world. But Granger's mother seemed quite civilized and very nice. He shrugged, who knows maybe this relationship with Harry might change his thoughts of muggles and mudbloods
At Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry Albus Dumbledore waited patiently in his office. Remus Lupin on the other hand was not being so patient. He passed back and forth in front of the headmaster's desk running his fingers through his hair.
"Remus, do sit down." The headmaster laughed.
"How can you be so calm about this Albus?"
"I assure you that Mr. Gripp will be here any time now."
The werewolf plopped down in one of the large overstuffed chairs in the office. "It's not just that. Lilly and James were two of my best friends I thought I knew them."
Dumbledore got up and came to stand next to the younger man. He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You did know them Remus. Every one carries their own little secrets that they wish to keep hidden. Just because some of those Secret's have been brought to light it doesn't mean that they aren't the ones that we cared for before. Is Harry any different in your eyes now that you know he's a Shiverin?"
"No, he's their son and Sirius god son. He's probably the closest thing I have left to family."
"There's your answer. It was the same thing that James went through when he found out that you were a werewolf. But he chose to love you as his friend no matter what."
"So do you think that Lilly and James knew about this?"
"I can't say. I really don't believe that Lily would have. She herself thought she was a muggle born. James might have. Many of the pure blood families like to keep their secrets and don't always tell people there full bloodlines. But I believe that he would have told you guys if he knew. Just as you decided that it was right to tell them about you lycanthropy."
Remus groaned. "So if they didn't know then how is Mr. Gripp going to be able to track their lines."
"Remus my dear boy Mr. Gripp is a master Genealogist. He has been able to unravel many a tangled family tree. I'm pretty sure he'll be able to shed some light on Harry's." Someone knocked on the door. "Yes you may enter."
A small man walked into the office. He was in his late fifties and had a ring of graying light brown hair around his head. The top shone bald and bright reflecting any light that hit it. His eyes squinty and blue and he sprouted a handle bar mustache that seemed to dwarf his small nose. "Albus my old man, how have you been lately?" He took the headmasters hand and shook vigorously.
"Pretty good Herbert." His voice somewhat morose.
The stout man nodded. "Yes, it is very hard for any of us to be really good with the Dark Lords return."
"He does throw a shadow over every ones life, some more than others." Dumbledore's voice was sad and melancholy. "Would you please have a seat?" He pointed to the large chair next to Lupin.
"So?" Herbert hefted his heavy bag over the side of the chair and sat down. "Whose life are we mapping out this time?" He was very excited he lived for this kind of thing. Looking into some ones past trying to figure out who their related to.
"Harry Potter." Dumbledore stated.
Herbert's mouth fell open. "You have to be kidd…" Albus shook his head. "You're not kidding." He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "You do realize how hard this is going to be. Many of the family papers were lost when their home was destroyed."
Those cobalt blue eyes sparkled. "I know. But I also know that the wizarding world commonly creates duplicates of important documents. Or they have recordings of them somewhere. It's going to be a hunt, but we should be able to find them."
"So where do we start?" Remus asked.
Dumbledore's face broke out in a calculating smile. "The Dursley's."
Since Dudley was staying at a friends for the night. Petunia and Vernon were just sitting down to a night in front of the television when someone knocked on the door.
"Now who could that be this time of night?" Vernon questioned grumpily. But he got off the couch any ways and went to answer the door. As soon as he opened it he tried to slam it shut. "What the hell are you doing here? We didn't do anything to the boy!" He grunted and groaned, but the door was frozen part way open. "What the hell do you people want? Why can't you just leave us bloody well alone?"
Remus glared at the large man who was quickly turning purple. "Shut up Dursley we have no intentions of harming you and your wife." He ground out. He really didn't like these muggles. He had heard how they treated Harry in the first eleven years of his life. And it took every ounce of self control he had not to kill the bastards.
"Then why don't you just get the fuck out of my house." The man bellowed.
The old man with a long silver beard stepped forward. "Now, now, you two, there is no need for this yelling."
Vernon moved to stand in there way. "I will not have any more of your kind entering my house."
Dumbledore raised his eye brows. "Really Vernon, you would let us stand out here where we might draw the attention of the neighbors?" He smiled, gazing over the top of his half moon spectacles.
A few quiet moments went by as Vernon just started at them. The he stepped aside to let them in. "Fine, but if you try anything don't think I won't toss you out on your arses."
"Oh you will, will you." Dumbledore said innocently.
By now Petunia had heard her husband's irate cries. She almost sobbed when she saw those freaks walk into her house. What would the neighbors say if they found out? "What do you want?" She asked tersely.
"Ah, Petunia just the woman I wanted to speak to." The wizened wizard said cheerfully.
She glared at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I have nothing to say to the likes of you."
Remus clenched his fist and growled. These people were getting on his nerves. He so wished he could just rip their throats out. But by the look on Albus' face he would be the next in line.
Blue eyes became hard and the old man stalked towards the swallow woman. "I do not care if you wish to talk to me or not. We have a very pressing matter concerning your nephew and you possibly have information we need."
She sneered. "What sort of information could I have on him?"
"Family papers perhaps." He said in a matter of fact way.
She jumped slightly and looked unnerved. "I don't have any of Lilly's family papers. They were all in their house when they got themselves blown up."
This time Remus did jump forward. How dare she talk about his friends like that when she knew very well what had happened to them. The only thing that stopped him from slapping the bitch was the headmasters arm.
Dumbledore glanced at the werewolf and then turned stern eyes to the muggle. "I suggest Petunia, for your better health, that you desist speaking about Lily and James like that and start to cooperate."
"You can't do anything to me." She stuck her nose in the air and tried to look self assured. But her voice was quavering.
The man's lips quirked slightly. "You're right. But an angered werewolf is not a good idea." He motioned towards Lupin. "And I'm not sure how long I'll be able to restrain him."
This caused the woman to gulp.
"Don't you dare threaten my wife." Vernon said gruffly as he came to stand next to her. But his arguments were cut off by a deep guttural growl coming from the werewolf.
Dumbledore just kept staring at Petunia. "I'm certain that Lily's and your mother kept some sort of family history, photo albums, journals, legal documents. I also know that when your mother died. You saw fit to go and confiscate all these. Lilly was most upset."
"And why shouldn't I what did Lilly do to help mother? Sure she was there with her. But with all these great things she had supposedly learned at that damn school why couldn't she have saved mother?" Tears streamed down Petunias narrow face as she openly cried. "She wasn't even there when mum died."
Remus was flabbergasted. Part of him felt sorry for this woman but he also felt resentment. How could she be mad that her sister didn't save their mother? She was a witch, not a goddess. There was only so much magic could do. And not only that but she was mad that Lily had not been there the day their mother died. Of course she wasn't there that day. It had been about three months before Harry was born. Their world had just suffered another attack by Voldemort and his Death eaters. One of Lily's friends Melanie Hilldegard had been killed right in front of her. The stress had been enough to push poor Lily over the edge and she had gone into premature labor. They had rushed her to St. Mungos. Her Medi-wizard had decided that it was just too early for Harry to arrive yet. After a couple of emergency spells and some potions the labor was abated. But they said that she had to stay for a couple of days so that they could monitor her and the baby. Her mother had died the next day.
"Petunia, there is nothing Lilly could have done to help your mother." Dumbledore tried to console. "I don't know if she ever told you what happened that day, and why she couldn't be there."
"No." Petunia sobbed. "I wouldn't let her."
The wizard sighed and then explained what had all happened over that short couple of days.
By the end the woman was crying even harder. She had no idea. She might resent her sister, but no one should go through that amount of loss in such a short time period. First her friend and then their mother, and compounding everything was the possibility that she had almost lost her child. Petunia couldn't even imagine how it would have been if she had gone through that with Dudley.
Vernon reached out and pulled his wife to him, and rubbed her back.
She stood there a little longer, her tears soaking his cotton shirt. Then she sniffed and wiped her eyes. "They're in the cellar. It's this way." She led them through the kitchen and out the back door. Down the steps into the small back yard and then around the side of the house where there was a old wooden door. She pulled on the handle a couple of times before it creaked open. Reaching in she flicked on a switch and led them down the stairs. "They're over there." She pointed to a pile of old boxes in the corner. "I can't promise what condition they're in though. I haven't looked at them in a while. Now if you don't mind we'll leave you." She turned and without another word left the cellar.
"Let's see what we can find." Dumbledore waved his wand and all the dust and cobwebs were cleared off the boxes. "Come one Remus. Each of us should take one."
Abut five hours later there were piles of paper every where and one very upset werewolf. "Albus, I don't think we're going to find anything here that is going to shed a light on anything else. Except that Lily was a muggle born like we thought." At that moment he was looking through a photo album that had some pretty old pictures. "Wait a minute. Who is this?" He held up the book and pointed to a black and white picture of a woman that looked like Lily with her arm around a tall handsome man, and in her arms was a small bundle that was no doubt a baby. But from all the other pictures he had seen that man was not Lily's and Petunia's father.
Dumbledore looked up from the journal he had been reading and smiled. "I believe that would be Patrick Darvoux. A young man that Mrs. Evens met while on a business trip with her new husband. She writes here that he was a tall and very handsome French man. She was feeling rather lonely one day since her husband had been in meetings all day. And had forgotten their plans. Patrick had treated her to lunch, and a sight seeing trip of the city of Paris. And then as muggles say one thing led to another. She decided not to tell anyone, and was very shocked to find out that she was pregnant a month later."
"You mean that Lily was conceived from an adulterous relationship?" Remus was surprised. He had never known this. He didn't believe that Lily had even been aware of this.
"Mrs. Evans hadn't been so sure at first but when her daughter Lily was born with bright almond shaped green eyes she knew for sure. They were the same color and shape as Patrick's. But even so she put her husband down as the father. It was about a year later that she was able to get a hold of Patrick again. That picture you have there was from their meeting so that he could meet Lily."
Lupin squinted his eyes and pursed his lips thinking hard. "So how does this spread any light on Lily not being a muggle born?"
"I really don't know. I think we'll have to do a little more reading to find out. But I have an idea."
Another couple of hours later Dumbledore all of a sudden let out a breathy "Oh dear."
"What, what is it Albus?"
He held up a piece of parchment. "This is a letter from Patrick delivered by delayed owl post five years after Lily's birth."
"Owl post, then you mean?"
"Patrick Darvoux was a Wizard. He actually wrote the letter not long after meeting Lily for the first time. But it was charmed to be sent after his death." The man started to read the letter out loud
My Dear Clair Evans and Lily Evans,
I am sad to say that if you are receiving this then I have passed on. I wanted you to know that the two of you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me in my life and I just wish I could be there for you now. I would love to have seen Lily start her first year at Witch Craft School. I hear that Hogwarts is one of the best. But my past has finally caught up to me.
Many years ago I made a terrible mistake. I was young and very confused. Being from a pureblood wizarding family I have been brought up to believe that we were better than muggles. It was just after I graduated from school that I was initiated into the Death eaters. We were a loyal group of witches and wizards that served under the Dark Lord Voldemort. I progressed quickly through the ranks and was soon included in his inner circle. But not long after I became disillusioned with his teachings. He was an insane loony that wished to purify the wizarding world. He believed that no one but pureblood magical families should be in control. And that all muggle bourns should be destroyed. What he wanted was genocide. No matter the age of the muggle born they should be killed. I think I finally had enough the night I saw him kill a small baby just because he was a muggle born. He was only a baby for Merlin's sake. Not even old enough to talk or walk, much less wield a wand. But Voldemort had said that he could feel the child's magic so he must be destroyed. I just could no longer swear my allegiance to this monster.
Of course this was also around the same time I met you Clair. The most beautiful and amazing woman I had ever met just happened to be a muggle. You brought something into my life I didn't even realize was missing, love. And to think if you hadn't crashed into me on the Champs-Elysée I might still be suffering under that dictator. You opened my eyes to the beauty that had been void from my life. You made me realize how wonderful the world really was. I treasure every moment we spent together. And wish I could relive them all over again. I know I was wrong for kissing you that day in the park you were married after all. You told me that the first day we met. But you had been so upset earlier that day. Since your husband had broken his promise to go with you to the Jardin d'Acclimatation. I just wanted to make you happy. I don't think you know how happy I was when you decided to go with me. The smile on your face as we rode the La Rivière Echantée was so lovely. I just wanted to keep it there forever. Little did I know where that one kiss would lead? But I was certain that I loved you from that moment on. It didn't matter that we couldn't be together. You were always in my heart.
Sadly I lost track of you when you returned to England with your husband. But a day didn't go by that I didn't think of you. I was surprised when I received a letter from you about two years later. I wasn't sure how you had found me. But I was elated that you wanted to see me again. You said that you had something very important to tell me. I couldn't imagine what that could be after all these years. But I made the arrangements to meet you in England while your husband was in America. What awaited me was the shock of my life. I was a father, I couldn't believe it. But her eyes confirmed it. I thought then and still do that she is the most beautiful child in the world. I only wish that I could have spent more time with the two of you. I left you with the understanding that you would keep in touch and update me about Lily. I could not be a major part in your lives. Since your husband believed that she was his. I understood and didn't want to cause you any problems in your marriage. But I still loved you with all my heart.
I knew what I had to do after that. I had to break off any connection with the Death eaters. So I went into hiding. Knowing full well that they would never let me be I decided to get affairs put in order. I opened a vault with the French branch of Gringotts bank. My dear Clair, enclosed with this letter is the key to that vault. I have left explicit instructions that if anything was to happen to me. That you and Lily were to have all that was in that vault. There are some important papers that you might want to look at since they will explain some things about my background that could affect Lily later on in life, or at least her children. When you enter the bank do not be scared of the Goblins. They will not harm you if the vault rightfully belongs to you. They will know by my initials that are engraved on the key.
I love both of you so much. You two are my greatest treasure and I could not wish for anymore. Please keep yourselves safe in the dark times that are to come.
With Eternal Devoted Love
Patrick Darvoux
Remus blinked wide eyes. That was unbelievable. Patrick had known there was no chance that he would ever be with Lily's mother. Yet he still devoted himself to her entirely. "Albus, do you think that Lily's mother already visited the vault?"
The old man shook his head. "I don't think so Remus. I believe that we have gone through all these boxes and have found nothing. But the pressing matter is where is the key that was supposed to be in this letter?"
"It's not there?" Lupin questioned franticly. Without that key they had no chance of getting into that vault. Harry deserved to see what was in there. Patrick was his grandfather after all. He deserved to know about the man. His eyes wandered down to the picture again. The corner of it was slightly bend and noticed that there was a little bit of blue writing in. He carefully pulled it from the paper and flipped it over. "Wait a minute Albus. I believe that we might have our answer." He handed the photo to the Headmaster.
In blue ink and a nice neat hand it read. 'Probably the greatest love of my life, Patrick Darvoux.' But then under that in black was written 'Angel Music Box.' "Remus, did Lily have an Angel Music box?"
"Not that I can remember. But I hope not, because that would mean that it was in their house and was destroyed."
"Then perhaps we should ask Petunia again. I sure hope that they are not asleep. I would hate to have to wake them."
Petunia was just finishing the dishes when a knock came to the back door. What could they want now? She opened the door and glared at them. "What now?"
"Petunia my dear, but would you by chance own an Angel Music box?" Albus Dumbledore asked.
She blanched. "I uh, why?" She croaked.
He smiled. "I would take that as a yes."
She was so pail now and was visibly shaking. "I…I…" She couldn't find the ability to form words.
The old wizard fixed her with a knowing look. "There is no reason to explain. Will you please just take us to it?"
She stood still and rigid for a while and then bowed her head in defeat. "Fallow me, but be quiet, Vernon is already asleep." She led them into the living room and a Curio cabinet that stood next to the fireplace. Opening the glass door she reached in a removed a midsized blue porcelain box. As she turned to face them they could see an angel painted on top of it. It was beautiful. She had soft pale features, a light blue dress and long flowing dark red tresses. Her silvery wings spread wide behind her. She handed it to Dumbledore.
He turned it upside down to see that something was painted on it. "Never forget the songs sung by the heart." P.D. "You knew didn't you?"
She nodded. "Yes, I knew. I've known for quite some time now. I used to catch mum listening to this music box for long periods of time when I was younger. She would always cry, but she would smile at the same time. The day that Lily received her letter she listened to it for one of the longest times I can remember. One day when I was home alone I was able to get a good look at it. I couldn't help but think how much the angel on top reminded me of Lily. But I had no idea who P.D. was. It wasn't until Lily announced that she was engaged that I found out. Mother closed herself up in here room and listened to this music box for so long. One time as I was walking by I over heard her talking. She was talking to someone named Patrick. But it was more like he wasn't there. She said 'you won't believe how beautiful she's gotten' and 'you would be so proud of her.' Then I over heard her say something about wishing that he could be there for her wedding, and I knew she was talking about Lily. But it wasn't until I received her papers that I found out the entire story. It wasn't until then that I knew that Lily and I were actually half sisters." Anger filled her eyes. "I don't know how she could have done it. Father loved her so much and deep down she was in love with another man the entire time. She betrayed him and me, but I just couldn't hate her for it."
"So instead you hated Lily and then Harry because of it." Remus stated.
"No, I didn't hate Lily because of that. It wasn't even hate at first, I was jealous. She was always the special one. She was so beautiful and everyone loved her. Even though we were only one year apart in school she was always the one with all the friends. And I always had to live up to her scores. I hated it when I got the same teacher she had because no matter what they compared me to her. Then on top of that she was a witch. I didn't think it was fare, that's why I hated her. I figured if I berated her and down plaid the great things she could do that it might make me feel better. It didn't." She sat down on the couch looking totally dejected.
Remus was still skeptical. "So then why do you hate Harry so much? What has he ever done to you?"
"He was a reminder about how special my sister was. Don't get me wrong, I love my son very much, I think he's the most perfect boy in the world. But even I have to admit that Harry was a beautiful child. But with those eyes he was a constant reminder of Lily and how special she was. Not only that but he also reminded me that my mother had loved another man. Harry looked nothing like my father, nothing. Instead he was a constant reminder that she had another mans child. Even as a small boy I could see that he hadn't just acquired his mothers eyes, but her nose as well, his nose."
Remus looked at the picture. She was right. Patrick had a nice slim nose that anyone would love.
"He reminds me of her so much. Even as he gets older, I thought that his face would mature and become more angular like his fathers. But instead he just looks more and more like her all the time. He has her high cheek bones, and oval face. He even has her more slender build." She sighed. "I don't know why I kept the music box. I know that mother wanted it to go to Lily, and I know why. You should take it now, it really belongs to Harry." She kept staring at the floor.
"Thank you Petunia. I know that this has been hard for you. I'm sorry that we have inconvenienced you."
She raised her head. "May I ask one thing?"
"Yes."
"Is something wrong with Harry?"
Remus was shocked. She actually seemed concerned.
"Not really my dear. Some things have been brought to light this year. And we need to look to the past for answers."
By the time they left the house the sky was already starting to lighten.
"So is the key in there Albus?" Remus questioned shuffling the stack of papers and books he had in his arms.
Dumbledore opened the box and peered inside. A soft version of Brahms Lullaby played as he investigated the inside. After a little bit he reached in and touched a small rune that was etched into the metal base. It glowed slightly and a plate slid aside to reveal a secret compartment. Slipping in two slender fingers he removed a slip of paper and a key. He opened the paper and read it. "I love you Lily, and tell little Harry when he's born that Grandma loves him too."
"Oh Merlin." Remus gasped.
"I think we should get back to the castle." Dumbledore spoke in grim determination. "We can't do anything else till tomorrow and I believe we both need sleep after this. I also need to talk with Herbert."
The werewolf had to agree with him. This had been one emotionally trying day. And it was probably just the beginning for them and for Harry. He was certain that they would find out that the Shiverin blood from Lily's side came form his Grandfather, but what else would they find. They had already discovered that Patrick had been a Death eater. What else could be more surprising than that?
The two of them apparated to Hogsmeade.
Harry sat in between Draco's leg's leaning against the taller boy's chest with his eyes closed.
The blond ran his fingers up and down Harry's arm as he kissed the back of his neck. He purposefully stayed away from the spots so as to not set off his mate. He was enjoying this nice quiet time.
Harry almost purred and leaned his head forward to give Draco better access.
"You like that?" The dominant asked quietly letting his other arm snake around that slender waist.
"Mmmhmmm," Harry sighed. "It feels so nice."
Draco snickered quietly but didn't stop.
"So Draco, why is it you can mark me in our dreams, but I can't get pregnant?"
Warm lips moved to tease the side of the other boy's neck. "I already explained that Harry. The mark is actually a rather simple reaction. And since both the Dominant and the Submissive have some of both the chemicals that are needed to start it. Your body just automatically reacted the way it thought it was supposed to. But it was a week reaction, that's why I had to strengthen it more than I should have had to when we met in Diagon Alley."
"Mmmhmm." Harry answered his head lolled to the side.
"But getting pregnant is much more complicated. The same chemicals that help to form the Bureshaw are needed, but there's so much more to it than that. The physical touch is a major part of it. The reason the book says that most Dominants mark their mates on the neck is because the bite causes the submissive's body to react and produce the genetic material that is need to mix with the dominants sperm to create the baby."
"In other words the egg."
"Yes, in a way, even though it is a bit different. And since there are other chemicals that are released by the dominant only during intercourse that the submissive does not create, we have to be together physically for anything to happen. Anyways it's very hard to transfer actual sperm to you in a dream. Why do you think I have to clean myself up every morning?"
Harry laughed but then chewed on his bottom lip thinking for a moment. Then he tilted his head back to smile at Draco. "Okay, I think I get it now."
Draco smiled and kissed his lips lightly. "I can't wait till I can actually make love to you for real. This dream stuff is good but I don't think it will hold a candle to when I make you mine permanently."
"Are I not already yours?" Harry asked offhandedly. He reached up to wrap an arm around Draco's neck to pull him in for another kiss.
But the blond resisted and looked at his mate questioningly. "Are you?" He knew that he had told Harry many times since that day in Diagon Alley that he loved him. But his mate had never returned the sentiment. Did Harry love him? He liked to hope that the Gryffindor did. Surely he wouldn't have allowed Draco to do half the things they've done if he didn't. Perhaps he was just scared to say it?
"What do you mean Draco?"
"It's nothing I'm sorry." He tried to kiss his mate's lips. But Harry moved his head so he only hit his cheek.
"No it's not, I can tell. What's wrong Draco?"
The dominant Shiverin sighed. "I'm sorry Harry, it's really nothing. I shouldn't question how you feel about me."
"What?"
"Just forget about it." He pulled at Harry's waist and tried to kiss him again.
"No, Draco, it's alright. Your right we need to talk about this." The submissive sighed. He knew that this was going to come up some time. But he still wasn't ready for it. "I know how you feel. You tell me every night that you love me. It's been an entire week since that day in Daigon Alley and I've never felt so loved in all my life. Sure Hermione and Ron love me but it's more like a brother and a sister. I know that Sirius loved me, but he was like my father. I've never had someone that loved me like you do. And I know that you're hoping that I feel the same way about you. But I don't know if I'm ready to voice my feelings quite yet. I do have feelings for you I just can't put them into words, I'm sorry." Tears started to stream down his face and he closed his emerald eyes. He almost died when he felt his mate pull away from him. He was certain that Draco hated him now. But suddenly someone was in front of him pulling him into strong arms and the unmistakable smell of Draco consoled him.
Draco hooked a finger under Harry's chin and brought his face up so that he could face him. "Harry, open your eyes, please love for me open your beautiful eyes." He smiled as his mate's eyes opened. "I understand that you can't tell me quite yet. I think if I had gone through what you have in your life I too would find it hard to voice my feelings." He kissed those soft lips lightly. "I'm patient, I can wait, and when you do finally tell me it will be one of the most wonderful moments in my life." With that he crushed his lips to Harry's and kissed him hungrily. It wasn't to long after that their clothes were in piles on the floor. He ran his hands up and down Harry's trail of spots causing the boy to scream and shutter. One hand trailed down to a nice round rear and used it as leverage to pull them closer together. Soon they were ridding wave upon wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.
After what seemed like hours of incredible love making. The two satiated Shiverin lay next to each other. Harry was facing Draco with his leg draped over his dominant's thigh. He was tracing light patterns on that beautifully chiseled chest. He noticed that even though they both plaid Quidditch that Draco's physique was much more defined, and much more masculine. He on the other hand, even though he still had some muscle tone, was more lean and slender. He couldn't help but think that he was almost feminine in his build.
"Wow." Draco said breathily.
"Yeah."
Draco tried to pull his mate closer and placed a kiss on the crown of that silky midnight head. "Oh God's, if that was that good here, our first time we make love for real will be mind blowing."
Harry giggled. "You just want to get me pregnant."
Again Draco kissed the top of his head. "That's only the icing on the cake. The chance to hold you in my arms, to feel that soft skin, and to actually be inside you for real will be just amazing. And if you do happen to get pregnant, all the better. I for one believe that you will look unbelievable carrying my child." He slipped his hand in between the two of them to rub Harry's stomach. "I can't wait to see you all nice and round with our beautiful children."
Harry chocked. "Huh, wait, Children?"
"Didn't I tell you?" Draco smiled joyfully. By the look on his Harry's face he could tell he hadn't. "Oops, I'm sorry must have forgotten. It's very common for Shiverin to have more than one baby at a time. I don't know, maybe it's because the submissive is only capable of getting pregnant three months out of the year. Either way it's very possible that we may have more than one or even two children the first time out."
"Oh." Harry's head fell forward so that it lay on his Dominant's chest. "I'm going to get so fat."
Draco laughed. "Don't worry beloved, I'm sure you'll be just as beautiful and as sexy as ever. No I know you will be. You'll be the most stunning expecting submissive ever. You'll be drop dead gorgeous with your stomach all nice and plump positively glowing. And all mine."
Harry groaned. "You make me sound like I'm a fruit that you're checking for ripeness."
"Oh Harry." Draco laughed and kissed his mate.
It was still dark when Harry awoke in the room he was sharing with Ron. Getting up quietly he headed down stairs to get a drink of water. Not really feeling like going back to sleep quite yet he made himself comfortable in the living room looking out the large picture window. He started to think about Draco and about possibly becoming Pregnant. Sure he wanted a family it's what he always wanted. He just never expected that he would be the one to give birth to the children. He chewed on his bottom lip. Then of course there was the topic of his feelings for the Dominant Shiverin. How exactly did he feel for Draco? Sure, the blond said that he loved him. But could he love his mate back in return. He did have feelings for the slytherin but exactly how deep did they go? It wasn't all that long ago that the two of them hated each other but all that seemed to be disappearing as if it was just a bad dream. Draco still couldn't bring himself to be completely nice to his friends. But that could very well be the jealousy speaking. The Dominant was very possessive. And even though Harry had tried to tell him that Hermione and Ron where only his friends, practically family, it didn't seem to matter. The other Shiverin was still jealous and probably would be until they were completely bonded.
The sun peaked up over the horizon and he sighed as he got up to head back up stairs. But suddenly he noticed something. There was something moving in the bushes. Was it an animal? Could it be Crookshanks? No, he was inside. Maybe it was just some birds or a stray from the neighborhood. But it would have to be an awfully large stray to cause that much ruckus. He kept his eyes trained on the bush a little longer when he saw it. A human form jumped out of its hiding place and ran off down the street. He might have thought it was just a member of the Order again but they had no reason to hide. He gasped when the rising sun glinted off of familiar brown hair. No, it couldn't be, how did he find him here? Fear raced through his body. And he wanted nothing more than to be in Draco's arms right now. Racing into the kitchen he placed the glace on the counter and ran up stairs. He knew that Hedwig was out for the night hunting. So he would have to wait till tomorrow to send Draco a letter. He couldn't trust the hyper Pig not to cause suspicion when he arrived at Draco's home. Perhaps if he could get back to sleep quickly enough he would be able to tell his dominant tonight. And then he would just through himself into his mates open arms and let him take all his fears away.
At the end of the block the brunette stopped and gazed down the street. "I can't believe how lucky I am. I really didn't expect to find him tonight. But there was no mistaking it was him." He closed his eyes and grabbed a blue stone that hung around his neck and disappeared from Hermione's street. A little while later he arrived at a large house that was lavishly decorated. He made his way down a beautiful marble Hallway, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He stopped as he came to a set of large carved wood doors.
"State your reason for being here." One of the guards that stood next to the door ordered.
"Come on Mi-cla. Just tell him that Ti'anfal is here to see him."
The guard disappeared into the room and came out a bit later holding the door so that he could enter.
Ti'anfal passed by him and made his way across the large meeting hall to the large raised dais at the end. Once there he fell to the ground and bowed to man sitting on a large throne. "My Lord, I have found him."
Okay, I know another cliff hanger. Please don't kill me. Falls to floor begging, Please, please, please. I do apologize for the lack of Harry and Draco in this story. But I hope that the sweetness of the scenes make up for it. I know that Petunia is a little out of character, but I just can't believe that she absolutely hates Lily.