Summary: Remy get a birthday present and….more

Disclaimer: BLAH BLAH BLAH

Warnings: nope….but soon…..I hope?

I think this chapter really bites, but I could find no real excuse for further procrastination. I wish I could just skip to the good parts. sigh

Well here it goes…….

Victor led Remy around the grounds, double backing a few times just to confuse Remy. As they reached their final destination, the smell of straw and manure alerted Remy of their location. The Stables thought Remy, What in Merlin's name? Just inside the doors, Victor quickly pulled off the blindfold. Remy gaped at the sight if front of him. The entire staff was there sporting smiles and a magiced banner that read "Happy Birthday Remy" in sparkling gold letters. Then they moved to reveal a large black stallion, a powerful horse, tethered.

"He's yours Remy. Happy Birthday!" beamed Victor. Remy smiled and then his face fell.

"Master, I can't accept this, slaves can't own property."

"But your not a slave anymore, as of early this morning, you are free, I got the papers while you bathed."

Remy stood there shocked for a few seconds, before his face regained its smile and then he bowed and said "Well in that case, thank you Ma….Sir." Beaming Remy walked to the horse and laid his hand on the beast's warm velvety nose. Staring into the horse's eyes Remy felt a deep mental connection form. "Valiant, his name is Valiant." Declared Remy with finality and then Valiant tossed his head as if in consent to the applause of those gathered.

"Thank you all for your time, please go ahead to the castle for refreshment, I must speak with Remy alone." Said Victor confidently. Everyone took his or her leave and left Remy and victor alone with Valiant in the large barn.

Once everyone had gone, Victor turned to Remy,

"Walk with me, we have much to discuss"

"But what about Valiant?"

"The stable boys will give him a stall and some feed for now, you can visit him later, perhaps we will go riding this evening after the party."

"Ok, what did you want to talk about? Asked Remy as he followed Victor out of the barn and into the spacious meadows, still lugging the picnic sack. Victor led Remy to a bench located in the shade of a large tree that hid them from the almost high noon sun. Setting the sack down by the trunk of the tree Remy moved to sit opposite Victor on the bench.

Once Remy was seated, Victor turned to Remy and asked, "Remy how much do you know about the resistance?"

"Not much, I guess, just that they are aurors engaged in guerilla fighting against the Dark Lord."

"Well that's just part of it. The guerillas are called the Second Order and are mostly the family and friends of the members of the Order of the Phoenix that were killed in the final battle. There was a prophecy spoken about 20 years ago that stated that the one to defeat the dark lord would be born on July 31. Everyone thought it was Harry Potter, but as he is dead, it is now obvious it wasn't him. But there was another, a Neville Longbottom, now spearheading the resistance. What most people don't know is that many Death Eaters and Vampires also have joined the resistance. They believe that Voldemort and his bigotry is wrong, that slavery is wrong" smiling apologetically.

"You know, I did it to keep you safe, So many of the others would have just added you to their harem or kept you as a bauble" Victor said with disgust. "I vowed to myself that I would free you as soon as the opportunity presented itself, and now it has. Voldemort has decided to reopen Hogwarts as a school for Dark Wizards. The resistance needs a spy inside the school to see what the next batch of Death Eaters will be like, and to recruit new members among the young and open-minded. It is your choice Remy, you can join the order and be once such spy in addition to becoming a true Sagoicci, or you can choose to be obliviated of this conversation and set free to do as you please."

Victor paused for a moment to look at Remy whose mouth was hanging open in unveiled shock. "Wh-Wh-What you speak is treason!" gaped Remy. "I can understand your shock, but if your look at the situation from a different direction you will see that it is RIGHT. Voldemort's followers killed your father; He ordered them to track down your mother and siblings and they slaughtered them like cattle just because they were in the family of an auror. They killed them all, even the children. How can someone like that be allowed to govern the lives of so many people. Could a group of people striving to protect the weak and ailing from a tyrannical and power-hungry leader, be the egotistical bastards they are made out to be? Ask yourself that.

Remy sat in silence for a while before looking up at Victor with tear stained cheeks, "I'll do it" he finally whispered, "For my family for the others."

"Thank you Remy, I am so proud of you. Welcome to the Resistance!"

"Sir, may I ask a question"

"Why of course Remy, ask away"

"Wh-What exactly does it take to become a Sagoicci?"
"Oh, nothing much….just a little blood." Said Victor with a smirk, flashing his fangs at the now very pale Remy. Remy shifted nervously around his seat. "Oh stop your fidgeting. It won't hurt all that much, some even find it pleasurable" Said Victor with another smirk, earning a vivid blush from Remy. "Oh, such a prude" Victor commented with another smirk.

Victor leaned over and slowly pulled Remy up onto his lab. "It's only going to hurt for a moment, and then it will be worth it in the long run." And with that Victor sank his fangs into Remy's neck. Remy gasped, tensed and then as the pain faded, an odd sense of calm flowed over him. He felt safe hre, safe in his lord's arms. As the blood ran out of him, Remy sank closer and closer to unconsciousness, till with a blissful sigh he went limp. Victor struggled with himself before finally pulling himself away. Using one of his own fangs to slash open his wrist then he offered brought the limb to Remy's mouth. With the subconscious grip of a bulldog, Remy latched on and sucked greedily. After a time, Victor had to wrench his arm away or Remy would have sucked him dry.

Seconds later Remy began spasming violently, Victor quickly dropped to the grass, grabbed Remy's head and arms and help him close until the tremors ceased. They stopped just as quickly as they started. Victor tentatively loosened his grasp and allowed Remy to stand. Wobbling a bit on his seizure weakened legs Remy leant on Victor and they got back on the bench. "How do you feel?" asked Victor nervously. "Weak like I ran a marathon" replied Remy weakly looking up at Victor. "Your eyes are no longer purple Remy, I hope you aren't mad at me." "Why would I be, you have given me so much more. Now do you have anything that will make me feel better, I am parched." "Ah, silly me, here, have a canteen." Said Victor sheepishly as he fumbled around in the picnic sack. Accepting the canteen from Victor, Remy drank greedily, and with the intake of the sustaining liquid his knees stopped wobbling and he became less and less light headed. When the container was empty he handed it back to Victor who took it and put it back in the sack.

"Well, I guess we should forget about the picnic and get back to the castle and celebrate with the others." Sighed Remy. "Yes, I am sure they all can't wait to congratulate you, and many people will want to meet the newest member of the Sagoicci clan, Remy…..Sagoicci," as Victor finished his sentence a shocked look passed over Remy's pale-ish complexion. "But, sir, I thought that only the heir to the clan could have that last name….and…..you can't mean me……can you? I mean, I am just a…."

Victor saved Remy from finishing the sentence because he knew that it would end with slave and that was not pleasing for him to hear Remy down talking himself.

"Yes, that's right Remy, it is a surname for the heir alone, but you are mistaken when you think I don't mean you." Victor took a shaky breath then continued. "I know this day has been a real shock to you, I mean, your surprise birthday, your turning, and now….well, Remy, I would be delighted to have you call me father, that is, I would like to...adopt you. If you don't want that, I will understand…."

"Are you kidding!" gasped Remy, "Would I? Of Course! I would love to have a family!"

" Thank you Remy, you don't know how happy this makes me feel. A Father." A very happy looking vampire lord leant over and gave a very dazed looking young vampire a big bear hug. "Thank you sir," Remy said quietly "shouldn't we be getting back."

"Oh…yes, sorry, I got carried away with…being a father. Who would have guessed." Then together, Victor with his arm around Remy's shoulder and the unused picnic sack in his other hand they made their way back, elated to the Sagoicci castle where a party was waiting to begin.

Well, there it was, tell you me what you thought I guess, please be nice, I will try to update ASAP.