Title: Harry Potter and the Shiverin Descendent
Author: Angel Lain
Chapter: 7B
Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: R
As I said in the last Chapter this is the continuation of chapter 7. I do hope that you enjoy this part and the many twist and turns that occur here. This part of the chapter also explains what the relationship is between Harry and Snape and why it is important.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put it here again. I think we all know what it will say. So please go read the story and hope you enjoy.
Chapter 7B
Albus Dumbledore sighed as he fell into the chair in his office at Hogwarts. It had been a very tiring summer for him and Remus. But now he was waiting for probably one of the hardest parts of the summer. Before he had left France he had sent an owl to Severus to meet him in his office at seven o'clock. Now it was almost time to face the Potions master and tell him some news he probably didn't want to hear. Not that Harry would be much happier when he told him. He groaned and stroked his beard. There was a knock at the door. "Come in."
"You wished to see me sir." Severus Snape said as he swept into the room his robes billowing behind him.
"Yes Severus, please have a seat. Would you like a Sherbet Lemon?" He held out a paper bag.
"Albus, must you always offer me those you know I don't eat them.
"Yes, yes I know it's just a habit."
"Sometimes I think you do it to avoid a subject you don't want to talk about." Snape mumbled. "So may I ask what is so important that you had to owl me all the way from France?"
Dumbledore arched a white eyebrow.
"Oh come on Albus. You of all people should know that the Wizarding community still keeps with the ancient custom of considering their European Eagle Owls as Dukes. The one you sent me wore a lovely jewel encrusted gold medal that read 'Oriela le Hibou Grand-Duc' I think it was quite obvious."
"Obviously." The old man said and ran his hand along his beard again.
"So what were you doing in France Albus? Minerva said that you'd be gone for a while but we hadn't expected most of the summer."
"That's actually what I wanted to talk with you about my dear man. You see something has come to light this summer about one of our students and it seems there are things from the past that were hidden from us."
Snape growled and slammed one of his fists on arm of his chair. "Stop talking in riddles and just come out with it. Which student and is it something terribly wrong?"
"No not something terribly wrong, but it might cause some slight problems."
"The student. Albus?" Severus growled again.
"Harry Potter." Dumbledore stated.
"So what kind of trouble has the brat gotten himself into this time?" The black haired man smirked brushing some of his hair from his face.
"Severus my boy it's not nice to assume such things of young Harry. He no more goes looking for trouble as any of the other students at this school."
Now it was Severus' turn to arch an unbelieving eyebrow.
The old wizard smiled. "Alright, I guess he does get into more trouble than your average student. But this time it is not his fault. The truth is there was more to his parents than we originally thought."
"What does this have to do with Lilly and Potter Sr.?"
"Both their blood lines are a little more complicated than we originally thought especially Lily's."
"What are you talking about Albus? Lily was a muggle born."
"No, she was not."
"What, how could that be? I saw her parents in Diagon Alley back then they were definitely muggle.
Dumbledore shook his head. "What you saw was Lily's biological mother and the man she thought was her father."
"You mean that he was not her father?"
Blue eyes sparkling the Headmaster nodded again. "Now would you like that Sherbet Lemon, or perhaps something stronger?" He opened his bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of Fire Whiskey and two small glasses. "I assure you this is a very good year 1905 I think."
"Albus you're avoiding the subject again. And what's with the Fire Whiskey. I don't think I've ever seen you drink."
"I don't, not much at least. Only when the occasion calls for it and believe me this occasion calls for it." He pulled the magically sealed freshness cork from the bottle and filled each glass about half full.
"What can be so bad about Potter's Grandfather, that it requires you to get drunk?" Snape asked taking the proffered glass from his superior.
"Not drunk Severus my dear boy. Just enough to ease the stress away from an old mans body."
"Alright so may I ask why you need it as a crutch so badly?"
"There are things about Harry's Grandfather that if they come to light may cause problems for the poor child. Then of course there are other things that are already causing trouble for the boy because of his heritage."
Snape took a sip and winced but kept his black eyes trained on the headmaster.
Dumbledore took a deep breath and took a sip of his Whisky. "Have you ever heard about a Death eater named Patrick Darvoux?"
Onyx eyes opened wide. "No, it can't be."
"Yes Severus Patrick is Harry's Grandfather."
"But he was a death eater she was a muggle how…how…I don't get it."
"I know it seems strange but it's the truth we have the letters."
"Well it is well known that Voldemort wanted Darvoux dead for betrayal. Having a child with a muggle could be seen as betrayal."
"Oh it was so much more than that. It's quite obvious from the letter she had from them and the ones we found in his vault that he was quite in love." He handed him the music box they had found at Petunias.
He opened it and listened to Brahms Lullaby. "This could cause major problems."
"I have to ask you if Voldemort knows."
Severus cringed when his headmaster mentioned the Dark Lords name. "No I don't think he fully knows why Darvoux deserted him. He definitely doesn't seem to know that he is Potter's Grandfather."
"There's more."
"More how can it get any worse than that?"
"Darvoux had Shiverin blood."
Severus almost chocked on his drink. "He was a Descendent?"
"No, not a Descendent just a carrier but he passed it down to Lily. And it would seem that James was also a carrier."
"But…that would make Potter a Descendant." Severus looked as if he was about to cry.
"Yes Harry is a Descendant. It was as much of shock to me and to poor Harry." He took another sip.
"So Potter is a Shiverin, he finds a mate and the blood line goes dormant again."
"Actually no."
"Unless he finds another with Shiverin blood the blood line can't carry on. Do you know how hard it is to find the family's that carry the Shiverin blood lines?"
"If one is a submissive it might actually be quite possible." Dumbledore said and poured another drink.
"A submissive but that can't be. Unless it's a female which that is very uncommon for a Descendent to be a girl since if one is born it's normally a dominant." The man seemed to choke. "A Descendant submissive hasn't been born in over a thousand years. If he is a submissive that means there must be another one. Do we know who it is?"
"No not at all."
"Does he know?"
"Yes I think he does. But he's not talking I think he's worried that we'll separate them."
"But have they bonded, if they've bonded you can't separate them it could kill Harry." Severus' voice sounded agitated.
Dumbledore couldn't miss the Potions Master's use of Harry's first name. "I have no plans of separating them Severus. I just want to know who it is so we don't cause any more problems for Harry. Without knowing the Dominant we take a chance of upsetting him. That could be disastrous. Either way the two of them have a pretty hard year ahead of them."
The tears that were threatening to fall from the normally stoic mans eyes now were running down his cheeks. "Yes, yes they do a very hard time."
Dumbledore got up and stepped around his desk. By now Severus was shaking horribly gripping his glass as if it was the only thing keeping him in reality. "I'm sorry my boy, I knew this would be hard on you. I should have been a little more understanding." His voice was soft and caring. He placed a hand on the younger mans shoulder. "But I was hoping that you of all people would understand Harry's position now." He squeezed lightly trying to send a calming feeling to Severus. "How old would she be now Severus?"
More tears streaked down the man's cheeks and his breath caught in his chest. "If...if she had lived she'd have been one year older than Harry himself." It wasn't a well known fact that Snape had at once been married. Auriela had been a beautiful strong woman with long light brown hair and almond shaped Dark blue eyes. They had met at Hogwarts by literally crashing into each other. And of course being the Slytherin he was he insulted her.
"Why don't you watch where you're going you stupid girl?" He roared brushing off his robes.
"Watch here I'm going? You stupid uncaring bastard, you just landed on a girl on the floor and that's all you can say. No are you alright miss I didn't hurt you or anything, asshole."
"How dare you."
"Oh shut up." She hissed getting to her feet. She stood a good deal shorter than Severus and had to crane her neck to glare at him.
Severus knew that he was about six foot she could only be about five foot four. From where he stood she looked so tiny but determined at the same time. Like an angry shrew. "You don't scare me Kate." He said with a sneer.
"Kate, Kate, what the hell are you talking about you insufferable man? My name is Auriela not Kate."
He smirked. "I'm sorry you just remind me so much of a character from a muggle play. A woman with a biting tongue, shrewd character…"
"And a great wit." It was her turn to smirk.
"Huh?"
"You're talking about Katherina from the Taming of the Shrew. I know the play well it is one of my favorites. So if I'm Katherina what does that make you Petruchio? Or perhaps you are one of Bianca's many suitors. I will warn you if that be so that I have no younger sister for you to court or older for that matter." She smiled mischievously. "But I do have an older brother if you're interested he graduated last year."
"What...you bloody woman I do not like guys that way."
She pushed some of her long hair over her shoulder. "Oh I didn't think so but I just thought that I'd offer Nathanial would have been so excited to know that he was lusted after by the Great Severus Snape."
"Wait you knew who I was the entire time?"
"Of course I know who you are. I might be a Ravenclaw but I'm not totally dense when it comes to the other houses. Severus Snape, probably one of the greatest potions talents to grace Hogwarts in over a hundred years. And forever at odds with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin from Gryffindor oh the horror." She pretended to swoon throwing the back of her hand against her forehead.
"Being a little melodramatic aren't we?" His eye twitched slightly.
She laughed. "Of course why else do you think I know so much about muggle plays? I'm the captain of the Drama club here at Hogwarts."
He quirked an eye brow, "we have a drama club?"
"Well, it's not a very well known club and there are only six of us in it. But it is an official club sanctioned by the Headmaster. Professor Dumbledore thought it would be a great idea to help the creativity of the students but alas so far only me, two other Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs, and one Gryffindor have joined. It doesn't seem that many people are interested in performing plays. And since we only have six members and all but one are girls we have few choices of plays we can perform."
"And how come I've never seen any of these plays."
"We haven't actually performed any yet. We just recently got started so we hope to work something out soon." Her face lit up suddenly. "Hey, you seem to like plays, would you be interested in joining. We could always use a Slytherin member."
"Hey wait." He threw his hands up and backed away from her. "Who said that I would be interested in joining your little circus?"
Her face fell and her bottom lip started to tremble. "Oh." She said with a sniffle. "I guess I was wrong about you. I thought that perhaps you might be willing to help us spread the word of how many great play writes are out there, not only muggle but magical as well. We were hoping that our first play would be The Hollering Banshee by Henrietta Hysteria. But we still need the dark and sinister evil Count Vanderwin. I thought that you'd be perfect for the part. But I guess if you don't want to." By now she was crying. She gave one more heart wrenching sob and buried her face in her hands.
He could feel his heart clench at the sight of this small young woman crying her eyes out in front of him. But why was this affecting him so, he was a Slytherin and she was a Ravenclaw why should he care if he hurt her feelings? But for some reason he did. He sighed. "Alright, alright, I'll join your little club. It should make Professor Dumbledore happy he's always saying I need to get myself out of the Potions lab at times.
"You will!" She cried and started to jump up and down. "Oh that's great, absolutely wonderful. I can't wait to tell everyone else." She turned and started to run off but stopped and turned back around. "Oh, meet us in the Great Hall tomorrow after dinner." She smiled, gave him a hug and then ran off down the hall.
He stood there shocked for a couple of minutes longer. What had just happened here why did he feel like he just got bamboozled? She had been crying just a moment before but when he agreed there was no sign of tears at all. She couldn't be that good of an actor, could sh?. And how in the world did their argument turn to this. Yes he had definitely been tricked. She had played him so easily almost befitting a Slytherin. But if he'd been played why didn't he feel angry like he should have. No instead he had this tingling feeling starting where her arms had wrapped around his waist and slowly traveling through the rest of his body. He could feel a goofy grin spreading across his face and he knew that what ever had started here tonight was forever going to change his life.
A little over a year later.
"Oh Severus, I don't want you to leave." Auriela cried throwing her arms around him.
He ran a finger down her cheek and smiled. "Kate." He murmured using the nick name he had unknowingly given her when they first met. "Oh my lovely Kate I will never leave you I'm just graduating. I'll still be around." He leaned over and kissed her lips lightly.
She sobbed. "I know, but you won't be here where I can see you everyday. I want you to be around me forever I love you Petruchio." She also had a nickname for him.
"I love you too." He kissed her again. "And I don't plan on being without you ever." He took her hand and fingered the diamond ring on her finger. "I have given you my word that when you graduate we will be married and I have not intention to back down on that."
"Yes, I know. I can not wait to call my self Auriela Snape." Then she smirked. "Or would it be Katherina Snape?"
He laughed. "Which ever you like my love which ever you like."
A year and a half later.
Auriela lay on the bed in a silk and lace night gown staring up at Severus who was now officially her husband.
"Love, are you happy?" He asked uncertainly. He had wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams. The day had been almost perfect in his book all except for one thing. The ever foreboding presence of Lord Voldemort. The dark Lord had not been at the wedding but he still affected it anyways. Severus couldn't stop thinking that he had lied to Auriela. He had said that he loved her and trusted her but he had never been able to tell her that he had been talked into joining the Death Eaters. He wasn't even really sure why he'd done it. True the Dark Lord could be rather persuasive. Or was it because Potter, Black and Lupin were fighting for the other side? Either way he had joined and was hesitant to tell Auriela in case she didn't agree with their ideals.
"Severus love, are you going to join me?" She purred and held her hand out to him.
He smiled and took it lowering himself next to her. "I love you so much you know that."
"I love you too." She kissed him then smiled. "And I'm sure that the others are now happy they can court my younger sister Bianca." Then she tapped her chin with a slender finger. "Or was that my older brother Nathaniel." She shrugged. "You know I can never keep those two straight."
"You don't have a younger sister dear."
"That's alright, I don't have an older brother to keep straight either since Nathaniel is about as gay as they come. Didn't you see how he was eyeing you in your wedding robes? I swear he was about to drool."
He could feel his stomach start to churn. It didn't bother him that her older brother was so flamingly gay it was his preference. But he didn't like the idea of being eyed by the slightly older wizard. "That is kind of sickening you know that?"
She giggled. "Yes I know my own brother eyeing my husband is kind of gross." She kissed him again. "Never you fret my love I won't let the big bad Nate get you. Anyways he wasn't eyeing you at all he had his sights set on Lucius's ass."
Lucius Malfoy had been his best man. He laughed now this would not sit well with the Aristocratic dark wizard.
She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down so that the top part of his body was lying on top of hers. "But let us not talk about this now. There are more important things we could be doing.. It is our wedding night after all." She took his lips with hers and started to kiss him passionately as she fought with the buttons on his shirt.
He knew where this was going and he took his wand and muttered a spell in between kisses and the curtains around the bed closed.
Four months later
Severus started down at the paper in front of him. He still couldn't believe it, in five months he was going to be a father. This child was definitely a Honey Moon baby it had been calculated that she had been conceived on their wedding night. She would be a true and wonderful blessing in their lives.
He thought that it would be nice for his little girl to know where she came from. So not long after finding out about the pregnancy he had taken it upon himself to start looking into the history of his and Auriela's families, and create a family tree. He hadn't found anything to surprising so far except that Auriela was distantly related to the Sforza family from Milan. A line of Dukes in the fifteenth and sixteenth century. He laughed and wondered if she still had any claims to their lands.
He turned the page and ran a finger through the many lines of immaculate hand writing. Auriela's ancestors seemed to have a thing for perfect hand writing. He had to admit that even his lovely wife had impeccable penmanship. He froze his finger resting on one particular word. Wait no that couldn't be? He reread it again. But sure enough it was there right before him. He started to feel sick. He had known for quite a while that there was Shiverin blood in his family, very ancient blood supposedly descended from one of the now extinct Shiverin Royal family's. Of course since he was only a carrier being related to royalty meant nothing to him. But if he was to have a child with someone else who was a carrier then that child would be the next in line for the head of that line of royalty. That was considering if the child was a submissive. Even though the Shiverin society of these days prided themselves on the Dominants being in control, in the past the submissive had a much more active role. It was through the submissive and through the submissive only that the royal line could be handed down. The dominant that bonded the submissive would be the next to rule. He had thought that this was all unimportant to him. The possibility of him finding another carrier was very rare and even if he did it was unlikely that they would have a submissive since most Shiverin born in the Wizarding world were Dominant. There either had to be another Shiverin born around the same time also very rare or he would have to sire a female. He now felt very sick and he read the page before him again. Why of why did the fates see fit to torture him and his family. He had to go and merry another Shiverin blood line carrier. Not only that but against all odds they had somehow created a girl, a submissive to carry on the Royal family line. Even though she was a mixed blood she would be a target for any over zealous Dominant that wished to get their hands on the Royal title.
He growled and slammed his fist down on the table. If anyone thought that they could get their hands on his little girl they had another thing coming. He was one of Voldemort's inner circle some of the most feared Wizards and Witches in the world. There was no way in hell he was going to let anything happen to his little girl.
Four months later
But he had not thought that his own Lord would be the one that wanted to use his little girl. And not for her blood line but for what she was and the abilities she would have to enchant others.
"NO!" Severus cried trying to pull at the restraints that held him.
Another loud cry echoed through the air.
"AURIELA!" He yelled he pulled again at the iron shackles that held him to the wall. He stopped when someone pointed a wand at his throat.
"Don't be a fool Snape." He recognized the voice of Merkentil Nott. "The will of our Lord takes precedence over everything in our lives including our families."
Snape growled and lunged for the man causing the cuffs around his wrists to bite into his skin.
Someone grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. "I suggest you don't do that Severus." Lucius Malfoy drawled. "You Nott, go check on the other preparations." He ordered.
"Yes sir." Nott sputtered and quickly walked off. He like everyone else knew that it was not a good idea to piss off Lucius Malfoy. It was very well known that the man was the Dark Lords second in command.
Lucius waited until Nott was out of hearing range and then leaned in very close to the younger man. "Severus my dear friend I suggest you calms down."
"Calm down, calm down, Lucius how can you tell me to calm down? The black haired man seethed he tried to pull away from the wall.
The blond shoved him hard against the wall again. "Because there is absolutely nothing that you can do." He hissed. "I know you want to stop this but you will only be forfeiting your life and he will still get what he wants."
Severus sneered. "What he wants is my daughter, my little Erina. He know what she is Lucius, you know what he intends to do with her. He'll raise her and use her to bewitch everyone into doing his bidding. I won't let him use my child in that way."
"And how may I ask do you intend to stop him. I can not set you free Severus it is not in my power to do so. He has charmed these chains so that only he can take them off. So how do you intend to stop him?"
"I was thinking that my best friend, the man who was the best man at my wedding not all that long ago would come to my family's aid. But I can see that I was a fool for getting my hopes up."
"Severus what would you expect me to…" He was interrupted by the chained man.
"What would you do Lucius?"
"Huh?"
"What would you do? I know that Narcissa is pregnant she's due the middle of January. What would you do if it were her and your child in there? Would you stop him would you even try?"
Lucius' face fell. "If it were Narcissa and my child in there I would be in the same position as you. And then you would be in the same as me trying to talk sense into me. I know what you want to do, and believe me if I thought that it would do any good I would go in there right now and try to stop him. But all that I would accomplish is most likely being on the receiving end of a killing curse."
Only Snape who had been very close friends with Lucius for so long would be able to catch the glimpse of feeling the filtered across the man's ice blue gaze. It was only there for a moment after he mentioned the man's wife and expectant child and was almost unreadable but he could have sworn he saw fear there.
Another scream rung through the building, fallowed by an ear piercing shriek.
Severus started to shake and a vase exploded near by. "AURIELA, AURIELA." Then everything was quiet. "Auriela." He called tentatively. "Auriela? Why isn't she screaming anymore? Lucius what's going on?"
The blond just kept his eyes trained on the stone floor tears rolling down his cheeks.
"No, no, it can't be." Black eyes shot from his friend to the room down the hall. "Oh gods, please no."
Bellatrix Lestrange exited the room wiping her hands on a towel. She walked up to them keeping here eyes focused on her stained hands. She looked up and met the tear filled obsidian orbs of Severus Snape. She smiled sweetly. "You'll be happy to know that your darling wife is no longer feeling any sort of pain. Of course that could be because she is feeling nothing at all anymore." She laughed nastily.
"BELLATRIX!" Lucius yelled and back handed her sending her flying down the hall way.
She got up wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Connase." He hissed in French.
"Oh, so now I'm the bitch." She scoffed. She stepped closer to him and sneered. "Of course it takes one to know one. You've been our Lord's little lap dog for so long I'm surprised you can still walk straight."
"I have never…"
"No of course not you never. You know I don't see why you two are his favorites. It's not like you have ever done anything for him. I on the other hand have given him everything and more." She held her hand over her stomach. "I have given up so much for him so much."
Snape growled anger filled him and hatred a deep hatred for this detestable woman before him. "So that's it, jealousy, you were jealous. You figured because you lost the ability to have children of your own because you became his whore that gave you the right to take someone else's family away from them. Is that why you let it slip that my Auriela was carrying a submissive female Shiverin?"
"Yeah so why should you be favored you who keeps secrets from our Lord. He should have known. Anything we have that can help our Lord should be given freely. I gave my self freely in hopes of producing an heir. But it back fired the spell made me barren instead. I gave up the one thing I wanted most for him. So should you and so you have."
"What?" Severus asked in disbelief.
"I am sorry to say that neither mother or daughter made it through child birth. Of course our Lord is very distraught." She stated a cruel smile on her face.
All the color faded from Snape's face and he was even paler than normal. "No, no, no. Auriela." He sobbed. "Erina." He started to sob even harder with the mention of is now dead daughter's name. "Why…why…my wife and beautiful baby girl too."
"Yes life's such a bitch isn't it?" She laughed maniacally.
"SHUT UP!" Lucius yelled bring up his hand to hit her again.
"Ah, ah ah Lucius. I suggest you watch that temper of yours. Wouldn't want me to let some interesting things about our family slip to our Lord now would you. It might become very interesting to him especially after tonight."
The tall mans hand fell and he looked positively green.
"Well I really need to get back in there, as I said his Lordship is very distraught he might need some comforting." She swung around and sauntered back down the hall way.
Lucius stood there for a little longer before he turned around and threw his arms around his still chained friend. "Oh Gods Severus, I'm so sorry so sorry." He started to cry as well.
The younger Death Eater couldn't answer. She just continued to cry, cry and plot. Oh yes his Lord would pay for what he had done tonight, he would pay dearly.
Snape started to shake as the memories of those time washed over him in a drowning wave of emotion. He had tried so hard to keep them hidden to shove them to the back of his mind. In all reality he should have place them in his Pensive a long time ago. Just remove them so he wouldn't have to think about them any more. But he couldn't do that, he didn't want to loose the memory of the family that he had for only a short time period. Before fate reared it's ugly head in the guise of Bellatrix Lestrange and took it all away from him. He had never gotten a chance to kill the bitch, to pay her back for what she had done to him Auriela and little Erina. No he figured that her rotting in Azkaban prison with the Dementors was bad enough. But now she had escaped and returned to her precious little Dark Lord. And as for the Dark Lord he had worked hard to get back into the man's good standings after not telling him about his daughter. But he had kept his word from that day. The man had paid and he had paid dearly. As soon as he was back being one of Voldemort's favorites again he had gone straight to Dumbledore and offered his services as a spy and a teacher. He would do anything to bring down the Dark Lord to see the man suffer the way he suffered. And teaching the next group of Wizard's and Witches that would stand against him seemed like the best option available. But he had to take on the roll of head of Slytherin house to keep up appearances. He needed to make his Lord believe that hew was still working against the headmaster and secretly training the Slytherin's to be the next league of Death Eaters.
Then Harry Potter had entered the school. And Snape had again kept up appearances by being inexplicably rude to the poor boy. Of course it wasn't so hard at first. The boy more resembled his father at the young age. And Snape used his hatred for James Potter to his advantage. Harry needed to know that not everything was easy out there. And if all the Professors coddled him it might make the boy become complacent. This would not a good characteristic to have in the Savior of the Wizarding World. But as the years went on the boy began to look more and more like his mother. And being cruel to him had become harder and harder. He hadn't been blind back in his school years. He knew full well that Lily Evans had stoop up for him even against her own friends. She was truly a brave woman. What was it that the headmaster had said during Harry's first year? Oh yes 'It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.' Yes Lily had shown that quite well. He respected her and that was why it was becoming harder to be cruel to her son. And now things had become even more complicated. He could not be cruel to Harry this year. The poor boy had just come into his inheritance on his Birthday. That meant he would still be going through his birthing cycle when the new school year started. And if the boy had indeed found his Dominant it was most likely that he was a student here at Hogwarts as well. Upsetting his submissive would cause many problems that he did not want to deal with. Yes he would have to be very careful indeed. Just like he would have wanted people to have been with his Erina if she had lived.
He sniffed and brushed the tears form his eyes. "I will keep an eye out for Potters dominant Albus. But I suggest you explain this to the other's as well. Everyone will have to be careful around the boy at least for the first month."
"I will tell the others Severus. I wanted to speak to you first since you have a personal connection to this kind of case. But there is something else that I wanted to talk to you about by dear man."
"And what is that Albus."
"You had a Great Great Great oh I don't know many, Aunt named Wendy did you not?"
"Yes, but she fell out of favor with the family when she ran off and Married an American Muggle."
"Yes and she had a son and daughter with that muggle. The son died at the age of ten of tuberculosis. But her Daughter a Marie Sanderson moved to France and married a wealthy landowner by the name of Sinjon LeChat. Then they had a daughter named Deja LaChat and she grew up and married a man named Chandler Darvoux. One of their Sons names was Patrick."
"But it can't be he can't be related to me."
"Sorry Severus, but it's all right here." He handed Severus the Darvoux family tree. "Harry Potter is related to you no matter how distantly."
Beetle black eyes ran over the paper fallowing the many lines from Harry all the way back to his father and then back from there. And there was no mistaking it. There she was Maiden name Wendy Snape, married name Wendy Sanderson. "Oh Gods this is not good, not good at all." He had never told Albus about his being related to Shiverin royalty. But with Harry being a submissive it now became important again after all these years.
Draco ran his hand up and down Harry's side and kissed the top of his head. "See Harry, they don't hate you everything will be alright." He tried to soothe. "You don't have to worry they're not going to separate us." He kissed the top of his head.
Ron cringed but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Harry sighed and cuddled closer to Draco.
"They are really kind of cute." Hermione whispered in Ron's ear, her breath dancing across his ear, leaving Ron slightly flushed.
"Uh, yeah. If you say so." He wasn't so sure what he thought about his best friend being together with a Malfoy yet but cute was probably not how he'd described it. "You know you guys we really should be getting back to mum and dad. They're probably getting really worried by now and I don't think that you want them coming to look for us."
Harry groaned and just clutched Draco tighter. He wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with the other Weasley's at the moment. He knew he wasn't ready for them to find out about him and Draco quite yet.
"As much as I hate agreeing with the Weasel," Ron glared at the blond, "You really should be getting back to the others. I know you don't want them to find out about us yet, beloved."
Harry shook his head slightly, not lifting it from where it rested. "No, no, they don't need to find out." He mumbled. "But I don't want to leave you Draco."
The Slytherin smiled and kissed the top of his mates head again. "It's alright, Harry. Everything will be alright. I'll see you tonight, I promise."
Hermione smiled and tugged on Ron's arm a little harder than necessary. "We'll just head back to Flourish and Blott's so that you two can say goodbye to each other. Harry, we'll meet you there later." She started to pull Ron down the alley.
"You wait right there, Granger." Draco said forcefully. "I will not have Harry walking around Diagon Alley by himself— not after what happened the last two times he was here alone."
At this she froze and turned her attention to the Dominant Shiverin. "What do you mean? What happened?"
Draco blinked a couple of times, disbelief shining in his silvery eyes. How could this be? Granger and Weasley didn't know about the people that were following his mate? Suddenly everything clicked in his mind, "You didn't tell them?" He practically yelled at his mate.
Harry jumped slightly and tried to pull away from the taller boy. "I… I…"
Draco pulled back sharply, trapping Harry in his arms. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere. I can't believe you didn't tell them. Harry, I love you, but sometimes I wonder just how dense you can be." The moment the words left his mouth he knew that had been the wrong thing to say. Yelling at his mate like this, especially during his birthing cycle, was not a good idea. The submissive would probably get the wrong idea and it would cause an unnecessary amount of stress on the small man. He felt hot tears soaking the front of his shirt and the desperate squirming of his mate as Harry tried to escape his grasp.
"No… n-no… oh gods… I… no," Harry stuttered incoherently. "Hate… y-you… hate… me." He sobbed in despair. "You… you… going to leave."
"Harry, I don't hate you and I'm not going to leave you." Draco stated firmly.
"Yes… yes… you—"
Draco was tired of this. He knew that in the state Harry was in now there was no way he was going to get through to his love. In one swift motion he turned Harry around and bit down on the back of his neck. The small Gryffindor went limp in his arms almost instantly.
"What the hell are you doing to him, Malfoy?" Ron bellowed, stepping forward in an attempt to drag his friend away from the biting fiend.
"Ron, no." Hermione grabbed her taller friend and pulled him back. "Look."
Every muscle in Harry's body relaxed and his tears stopped falling. He took in a deep breath and let his eyes slide shut.
The red head was shocked, if not a bit repulsed.
"It's a calming function." Hermione quietly stated.
Draco pulled Harry up so that his chest rested against his mate's back and removed his mouth. He placed a feather light kiss on his mark and rested his chin on his small love's shoulder, pressing their cheeks together. "I don't hate you Harry, I can't. You are everything to me and I love you more than anything. I'm sorry I yelled at you, I shouldn't have done that. But you really should have told Weasley and Granger about the full blooded Shiverin. I'm sure that at least Granger, being the book worm that she is, would be willing to help you."
Hermione pouted. She wasn't sure if she should feel honored that Draco had probably just given her a veiled compliment or upset that it was also an implied insult. Well, alright, maybe not-so-veiled on the insult part given that he had called her a book worm. At least it wasn't Mudblood.
Harry's eyes stayed closed but he brought his arms up to hold onto Draco's. "I know; I'm sorry. I should have said something but I just didn't want them to worry. I thought that I could take care of this myself."
"I know, love, I know it's hard. But sometimes we must allow ourselves to depend on others."
"Harry, what is he talking about?" Hermione asked.
His eyes opened and he looked at his friend, "I-I… I." But again his words failed him. He turned around so that his face was buried in Draco's shoulder. "Could y-you, could you tell them Draco?"
The blond sighed and rubbed his cheek against his love's ebony locks. "I don't know all of it but perhaps if I get him started. It would seem that my reluctant mate here has been being followed by full blooded Shiverin."
"What? But why?" Hermione asked shocked.
Harry shook his head. "I don't know. The first time was here at Diagon Alley when we came to get some books on Shiverin. Then the same guy showed up at your house Hermione, that's why I was out that night, to meant Draco and talk about that."
"Talk?" Draco asked, lifting an eyebrow suggestively.
"Oh, shut up you." The submissive swatted him lightly. "The one today was different though; he wasn't the same guy from the last two times. And he had a different feeling about him, I'm not sure what it was but he seemed to be much more confident." Then Harry remembered what Vaaku had called him. "He called me something… the Nuinath. Brinan called me that too but what is a Nuinath?"
"I don't know." Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders. "Ron, close your mouth." She ordered sternly, putting her hand under his chin to click his mouth shut. She just huffed and shook her head. The boy hadn't said anything since Draco started talking lovingly to their best friend. "I suppose it's another one of those old Shiverin words, but I don't' remember seeing it in any of our books."
"Well, Granger, I suppose the books you got aren't very thorough. Over the many years my parents have acquired quite a library when it comes to the Shiverin species. I guess that there's at least one book there that mentions something about a Nuinath. When I get back home I'll be sure to look it up." He pulled away from Harry so that he could look him straight in the eyes. "Now Harry, I want you to make me a promise." He heard his beloved groan and saw him roll those beautiful green eyes. "Don't you roll you're eyes at me, love, I only do this because I care."
The smaller of the two just scowled and stuck his lip out in pout.
Draco fought the urge to lean over and bite at that lip. What was it about his mate's pouting that turned him into a molten ball of lust. Maybe it was because it made The Boy-Who-Lived look so adorably innocent. "Don't look at me like that, Angel, you know what it does to me."
Harry smirked; he knew exactly what it did to his Dominant and that's why he did it. He had to get some semblance of control in some where when it came to this relationship.
"Why you cheeky little bastard." Draco muttered before sighing, "I'll have to deal with that later. Right now you need to go with your friends but I want you to promise me that you won't go wondering off on your own from now on."
"But Draco—"
"No, Harry. It's quite obvious that whoever's after you is not going to give up and I don't want you to go off alone anymore."
"But Draco…" Harry whined. He really didn't like the idea of someone following him where ever he went but deep down he knew that his mate was right. These full blooded Shiverin weren't just going to give up.
"No more buts, Harry. This is the way it's going to be or I'm going to have someone put a tracking charm on you."
"You've already done that." Harry said pulling the necklace from his shirt.
"Oh Harry, that's beautiful." Hermione commented, "Serpens Lacrima isn't it very good for protection though. Have you met any of the full blood Shiverin's since Draco gave that to you?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well, it's supposed to glow when you're in danger and I'm guessing people following you falls under the category of danger. Have you seen it glowing at all?"
"No, but I've kept it hidden under my shirt."
She nodded in understanding, "Well you might want to leave it out from now on. It might help to warn you if those full blooded Shiverin come after you again. Ron and I will help you think of a way to explain where you got it. Won't we, Ron?"
The red head finally broke out of his stupor at his friend's insistent question. "Oh, yes. Of course, Harry, whatever Hermione said."
Harry couldn't help but giggle softly. Ron didn't even know what he was agreeing to; anything to escape the wrath of one Hermione Granger. Either that or he just hadn't been paying attention at all and was too out of it to even realize what he was agreeing to.
"Oh yes, the brightest prancing pixie in the bunch that one is." Draco whispered snidely in his mate's ear.
"Draco." Harry hissed.
Draco kissed his cheek lightly, feigning innocence. "What is it, love?"
Harry just shook his head. "Never mind."
The blond kissed him again. "Come on, you should go. When I get home I'll be sure to look up what a Nuinath is. I'll see you tonight in your dreams." He brought his lips very close to his beloved's ear. "And believe me we're going to finish what we started in that bathroom."
A strong shiver of anticipation ran down Harry's spine; he didn't think he could ever get enough of his mate. And if it was this bad now, how would it be when they bonded for real?
In a large manor in a secluded densely forested area a tall figure paced back and forth in front of an imposing throne.
"L'ukkai, how nice to see you; you haven't come to visit me in quite a while."
"Shut it Gramèn!" The young man spat, his maple colored eyes flashing in anger. "I don't care about this family bonding crap! Where is he, where is my mate?"
Gramèn knew he should say something to the young Shiverin Yasnaque. After all he would never have thought of talking to is Yasanè that way. But chastising L'ukkai was not a good idea— the young one had no sense of family honor. He wouldn't even think twice about attacking the one that sired him. The man had killed his own brother Rek for his mate and then soon after— without even mating with her— killed her and his brother's children as well. With the slaughter of his older Yasnaque brother's line he officially became the next in line to be the family head.
It was quite common for one Yasnaque to kill another to claim their mate. More often than not they would kill the children of the other Yasnaque to propagate their family line. But L'ukkai was known for being brutal. The boy had never even taken a Kerta and hadn't kept a mate for more than a month. That could possibly be due to the fact that he had his sights set on one Kav and one Kav only, the Nuinath. Ever since he had seen a picture of the boy he had been utterly obsessed with him. This was most likely the reason that he had killed his brother. The Nuinath was to be bonded to the next in line for the head for only then would the royal title legally be theirs.
"Where is he, Yasanè?"
"We don't have him yet, L'ukkai."
The young yasnaque bellowed, his wings appearing as blood red appendages stretched out behind him. The wind circulated around them, causing his flaxen shoulder length hair to fly around his face. "These servants are useless… I should just go find him myself."
"Calm down, my child. Everything will be just fine. I have sent Vaaku out to find him."
"Vaaku?"
"Yes, he is my greatest tracker. He should be able to find the Kav."
"Yes Yasanè, I know perfectly well who Vaaku is. I also know what he is. If I find out he has so much as tried to kiss my mate I will tear his wings off and then dismember him slowly in front of his mate. Then I will take his mate in the most painful way possible." With that he turned and stomped out of the room, doors slamming loudly behind him.
Gramèn sighed and massaged his temples. Talking to his son always gave him the worst headaches.
Well I hope that everyone enjoyed that and again I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas. And now I'm going to go and try to enjoy my birthday even though it's a pretty crappy day to have a birthday on. Oh and no I'm not going to tell you how old I am but I'm betting up there. And before anyone says any thing about my discrepancy about having Draco born in January I posted this chapter originally before J.K. Rowling announced that his Birthday was in June and when I asked people if they thought if I should change it most said no. So I'm sorry.