To all those that celebrate it, Happy Thanksgiving! And all those that have a holiday today or around today, happy holidays! As promised, here is an update of Angel's Mate though it's not as long as my last few chapters. Shout out to everyone that reviewed my last chapter! R&R, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Harry stood between platforms nine and ten with a feeling of foreboding. He could feel it in his bones that something was going to happen again this year. After the fiasco of the World Cup, Harry took to listening to what his intuition said. And this time was no different. He almost glared at the brick wall that led to platform nine and three quarters. Normally, he would be happy to return to Hogwarts. Ecstatic even. But Harry just knew something was going to happen.

"Why haven't you gone through yet pup?" Sirius asked with a grin and rested his arm on Harry's shoulders.

"Something is going to happen at Hogwarts this year. Something bad."

Sirius looked down at Harry with a grim look, "Don't worry pup, now you have three adults in the school. We won't let anything bad happen to you."

Harry blinked before looking back at Sirius with large eyes, "What do you mean three adults? I thought only Uncle Vernon was coming to teach?"

"Oh no, you have me and Sirius coming along for the ride as well." Remus said with a grin, Ron and Vernon bringing up the tail end.

"How are you two able to be at Hogwarts?" Ron asked in confusion. "I can see Mr. Dursley, he's a teacher now unless you two are teaching?

"No, we are going as Harry's Family Dominante and Protector with permission from the Headmaster." Remus grinned.

"And here I thought I would get rid of at least two of you." Harry let out a disappointed sigh before taking off with his trolly through the barrier. Slowing as soon as he was through, Harry smiled at the sight of the Hogwarts Express. The students around the station were rushing to board and find a compartment. He could just spot Neville giving his final goodbyes for the school year to his grandma before he stepped onto the train.

"Potter." Turning, Harry gulped at the tall form of Marcus leaning against the pillar right beside the barrier. Hedwig let out a bark in agitation, her feathers ruffling at the sight of him.

"Marcus," Harry said, reaching through the bars of her cage to rub against her beak.

"He's a spunky little thing," Marcus commented.

"Hedwig is a she."

"No, that owl is a he." Marcus walked towards the cage and pointed towards the black flakes, "The way you can tell the difference between a male and a female snowy owl is that only the males have touches of black throughout their feathers. The males also tend to be more territorial and protective of their nestlings."

Harry looked Hedwig over, taking in the dusting of black. Hedwig as he was called nowadays, on the other hand, wasn't concerned about whether he was being called the right gender. He could feel the attraction coming off Marcus and did not like it one bit. His barks were doing nothing to deter him away from Harry nor his show of fluffing up his feathers, so he threw himself against the bars with a hiss so hard his cage almost fell off the trolly. 'He doesn't have the mating gift,' he thought, 'I won't allow my Harry to be tricked with a bit of knowledge and some pretty words.'

Harry was flabbergasted, he had never seen Hedwig in such a state. "I'm sorry Marcus, Hedwig has never been like this before." Harry turned his back to Marcus, focusing on settling him. Marcus knew why he was acting this way. He silently drew his cloak to the side, knowing what would be there and met Hedwig's furious gaze through the bars. He flicked his eyes down to the feather, hoping the familiar would take a look. Hedwig panted against the bars, his beak poking out as he snapped towards Marcus. Seeing the movement, he hissed until he saw it. Puffing up once more he gave one more bark before he fluttered back to his stand and watched him through glaring eyes. Marcus dropped the folds of his cloak, not worried in the least that the feather would fall off.

Harry stared at Hedwig in complete disbelief. "What by Merlin was that about?" Harry mumbled under his breath. Glancing back at Marcus was no help. "I'm sorry about that. Was there something you wanted?"

"Nathan told me about what Gibbon did. What you had to do to save him."


Taking one more look around to make sure everything was back in their rightful spots, Marcus left the library and softly shut the doors behind himself. Smirking he patted his pocket where he stashed the feathers and Creevey's reply letter. It had made a rather large dent in his savings, but he finally had the information he needed to slowly insert himself into Harry's life. Making his way up the grand staircase, Marcus looked into the parlour and smirked at the sight of the freshly cleaned rug. Wizzle was the best house elf in the manor, smartest one too if Marcus was being honest with himself and he didn't make it a habit to lie to himself. Seeing her pop in to put the finishing touches on the rug, Marcus nodded to her in approval and started up the stairs again. Turning towards the children's wing, he paused at the sight of the healer with his father and mother.

"He must take this twice a day for the next week for nerve damage."

"Thank you for coming so fast. I don't know what we would have done without having a healer of your calibre on call." Jacolyn said, dabbing at the corner of her eye. It seemed tonight his mother was playing the role of a distraught mother with a splash of fawning. Marcus snorted to himself and walked past them without saying a word. He paused long enough to gently tap his knuckles on the door before he opened the door.

"How are you feeling Nathan?" his soothing deep rumbled out.

"Better, the healer gave me a pain potion," Nathan replied with a welcoming smile. He was laying propped up against his pillows, the duvet pooling around his waist. At his side was Elizabeth sound asleep. "The healer gave Elizabeth a Dreamless Sleep. She said that it would help her for tonight and let her rest."

"And why didn't she give you one?" he sat at the edge of Nathan's bed and carded his fingers through his hair.

Nathan leaned into his soothing touch with half-closed eyes, "Because I wanted to see you. I need to tell you something important. Mine is on the bedside table for afterwards."

"What is so important that resting needed to wait." Marcus lifted an eyebrow in a show of curiosity.

Nathan pushed Marcus' hand off his head and sat up with difficulty to lean towards Marcus, "Gibbon did bad things."

"I know he did. It's why the healer was here to see you." Marcus whispered back with a weary smirk deciding to humour him. Nathan had played this game since he was only three years old.

"No, he did bad things to Harry. He said the only way that he would let me go was if Harry came to him."

"Did he see Harry's wings?" Marcus asked, his eyes became intense in an instant. The playful look in his eyes turned hard.

Nathan swallowed as tears welled up in his eyes, "Yes. Marcus, he touched Harry. And he kissed him."

Marcus closed his eyes, he could feel the anger rising. It was a wave of dark, possessive anger. A fury that built in his chest like an inferno with the need of vengeance. 'The bond must already be forming.' Marcus thought as he opened his eyes to peer at Nathan.

"Can I see how he touched him?" Marcus asked, his tone unsteady as he attempted to push down the growl that threatened to escape.

The need to see exactly what had happened was too great to push down. With Nathan's nod of approval, Marcus sunk into Nathan's memories with a silent legilimens. He gently sorted through his memories, feeling affection when he ran across the memory of Harry hiding the twins away before standing in front of the tree. It didn't take long before he found what he was looking for. As the memory played across his eyes as if he was there, Marcus ground his teeth in anger. Jerking his eyes away, he stood and prowled over to the fireplace. He stared into the fire, his pupil constricted to pinpricks. He bared his teeth in pleasure, the scene of Harry impaling both his and Nathan's attacker fresh. Gibbon deserved it. If he would have lived, Marcus would have been sure Gibbon wouldn't make it to see his next birthday. He would have made him beg for death before he even thought about giving it to the man.

"Marcus?"

Marcus composed himself before he turned and went back to Nathan's side. "All is well. Can you take your potion for me? It would be best if you rested now." Marcus said while uncorking the vial and held it to Nathans's lips. He took the potion with a screwed up face at the taste. Marcus gave a thin smile and placed the now empty vile back on the nightstand. Removing the pillows that propped Nathan up, Marcus tucked both sleeping children in and kissed their foreheads before leaving.

It was as if a thunder cloud was forming over him as he left the children's wing and headed for his own. The portraits of past Flints quieted down as he prowled past, and murmured to one another about what could have caused such a show of emotion out of the usual stock and emotionless heir. Gently closing his door behind him, he picked up the first vase he could reach and threw it with all of his might. It shattered against the wall and was soon followed by another and another until Marcus stood panting in the middle of the room surrounded by shattered glass and broken objects.


''Oh.." Harry murmured while flicking his eyes around the station.

Marcus ignored the owl's slight hissing sound as he approached, "I won't tell anyone about your inheritance, I give you my word on that. What you did to save Nathan was a pure Slytherin move and a genius one at that."

"Can we keep that quiet as well?" Harry asked with rounded eyes, "I haven't told anyone else."

"I can do that, on one condition." Marcus said with a smirk, "Help me with Defence, everyone knows you're the best at that subject and I'm failing. It's my O.W.L year and I need a passing grade."

"Are you serious? You're going to blackmail me into tutoring you?!"

"No." Marcus' smirk got wider at Harry's dumbfounded look. He almost laughed at the sight of Harry's slight form puffing up in anger before he deflated. "But I was wondering if you would tutor me. I'm willing to pay for taking up your time."

Harry couldn't believe that Marcus cracked a joke. In all the years he had been at Hogwarts, he had never once heard of Marcus Flint pulling any one's leg. Pulling his wand, yes, but a joke? That just wasn't heard of. Standing there smirking at him, Marcus made quite the sight. Harry smirked his own.

"I don't think you would be able to pay for my tutoring fees." Harry said leaning against his trolly with mischievous eyes, "I'm quite expensive."

"Name your price."

"A case of HoneyDukes finest milk chocolate and an open butterbeer tab at the Three Broomsticks including delivery charges for one hour Saturday tutoring sessions for the rest of the year."

Marcus rubbed his chin as he pretended to think about it. "How about two cases of HoneyDukes finest milk chocolate, a weekly batch of dark chocolate covered strawberries drizzled with white chocolate, the open tab and I bring strawberry treacle tart at every session for two-hour tutoring sessions Fridays, Saturdays and Wednesdays starting tonight after dinner?"

Standing five feet away was Harry's small group. They had just come through the barrier when Harry had hissed at Marcus about blackmailing him. Remus' first reaction was to get his cub away from the one planning on doing the blackmailing. Ron felt the same way, the only thing stopping the duo was Sirius. Sirius managed to keep a level head just barely to see what Marcus would do. It was a make it or break it test in Sirius' eyes. A test that Marcus passed with flying colours without even knowing it.

"That boy does not have a failing grade in Defence." Remus said as he eyed the way Harry was subconsciously flirting with the much larger teen, "Last year he passed my class with an A."

"Did you hear that counteroffer? Boy is he going to make a huge dent in his pocket money." Vernon chuckled.

Harry, oblivious to what was happening with the group, froze for a second before he smiled and laughed a bit, "That is an offer I just can't refuse. You have a deal."

"See you tonight Potter. I'll meet you by the library, we can find an unused classroom somewhere near there we can use." Marcus said, the tips of his lips turning up in a smirk before walking away not giving Harry a chance to change his mind. Marcus strayed as close to Harry as he could without being obvious. He breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass with hints of nutmeg. His smirk widened in anticipation. 'Got you. Phase one complete.'

Harry turned to watch the retreating back of Marcus Flint in curiosity. He was up to something, he just needed to figure out what.

"Done talking to your stud muffin?" Sirius asked with a shit-eating grin.

Harry whorled around, his cheeks dusting with pink. "He's not my stud muffin." Harry hissed as he glanced in the direction Marcus went, "He was talking to me about tutoring him in Defence."

"Oh? And does that tutoring include lessons on kissing?" Vernon nonchalantly asked, "Bringing treacle tart to every session? Now that's a move if I ever did hear one."

Harry gave a glare in Vernon's direction before he boarded the train with what seemed like a group of laughing hyenas. Vernon headed off for the teachers with Sirius and Remus tagging along with promises of meeting up after Vernon got his things settled. Harry and Ron started looking for seats for everyone. Every compartment that they ran across seemed to be full, or just didn't have enough room for their group, plus Hermione when she showed up. At the back of the train, Harry opened the very last compartment door. There was only one person in the compartment, the only problem was that the single person in the compartment was Marcus Flint. Just before Harry went to turn around, Ron was bumping into his back.

"What's the hold-up?" Ron asked as he peeked over Harry's shoulder, "Oy Flint! Any of these seats taken?"

"No."

"Well, you heard the man!" Ron said as he nudged Harry into the room, "Want help getting your trunk up?"

"No, I got it," Harry grumbled. Ron nodded before he started on his trunk. The weight of the trunk itself didn't bother Harry, he could easily lift it. He ran into problems when he couldn't quite reach the rack to put it on. Harry grumbled under his breath as he glared up at it. Standing on his tip-toes, he stretched as far as he could with no luck. A set of large hands appeared in his peripheral vision followed by equally large arms on either side of him, gently taking the trunk out of his hands and set it in its place.

Harry turned around, intending to offer his sheepish gratitude when the train lurched forward causing him to lose his footing and fall against the seat behind himself. Harry wasn't the only one to lose his balance, the only thing that stopped Marcus from landing fully on top of Harry was that hand he managed to partially catch himself with. Harry laid there in shock. Harry would have sworn that Marcus planned it if it wasn't for the slight widening of his eyes. Harry could feel the blush starting to creep across his cheeks as the position he was in. Upclose, Harry noticed that Marcus' eyes weren't just black as he had thought; there were flakes of grey and molten brown swimming in the pools of onyx. Marcus rolled off of Harry into the seat beside him with a mumbled apology. Harry scooted up in the seat beside the window, clearing his throat in embarrassment. He looked towards Ron expecting him to help with the awkward feeling that was building, except Ron was looking out the window trying to hold back his snickers. He narrowed his eyes. Nudging Marcus, Harry nodded towards Ron before looking up at him. Marcus could see the devious gleam building in Harry's emerald eyes and his lips curled in anticipation at the plan he could see forming.

"Hold him down."


Sirius was striding down the hallway towards the end of the train, it was taking longer than what they had thought to get Vernon situated. Remus had thought to check in with the boys and let them know instead of leaving them wondering. Sirius had jumped at the opportunity to get out of it for a bit.

"HELP! SOMEONE HE-" Sirius heard Ron shout before he broke into a sprint. He looked in every compartment he came across, worry unfurling in his chest. Harry told him something bad was going to happen, and now he was kicking himself for leaving him alone. Slamming open the door to the last compartment, Sirius stood there panting, his wand held loosely in his fingers with a dumbfounded expression. The Flint boy stood holding Ron's arms to his side with one arm wrapped around him while using another to cover his mouth with a devious smirk. Tears were running down his face as he shook with laughter. Harry was wrapped around Ron's legs to keep them still; only his back was touching the floor. His socks and shoes were scattered around the small room, Harry tickling his bare feet with no mercy.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?"

Harry froze for a moment and tilted his head back to look at Sirius trying to formulate a reply.

"Lord Black," Marcus tilted his head in acknowledgement, "While I was helping place Potter's trunk on the rack, Ronald pushed me just as the train started leaving the station; putting Potter and me in a very compromising position. Potter thought it would only be fair to return the gesture. I quite agree with him. After all, what if someone had walked in, it might have ended up on the front page of the Prophet." Ron tried to frantically shake his head, but the grip Marcus had on him wouldn't allow it.

"Harry is that true?" Sirius raised an eyebrow as he walked into the compartment and closed the door.

Harry snorted and he went back to tickling Ron's feet, "As soon as the train lurched I ended up sprawled on the bench with Marcus on top of me. Ron here had his head turned while snickering to himself if that tells you anything." Harry tightened his legs around Ron's when his legs almost escaped the hold he had on them.

Sirius glanced between the trio and shrugged, "Well, I was just swinging by to let you know that it's taking longer than expected. We should be here within the next fifteen-twenty minutes at the most." Sirius said as he left, closing the door behind him.

Harry gave his feet a few more flicks before he released them. Standing, Harry sat down with a laugh as Marcus tossed Ron on the bench opposite him. Marcus sprawled on the bench beside Harry, the smirk never leaving his face.

"You bloody pricks!" Ron wheezed out, "All of those books lied! You lied to Sirius!"

"No," Marcus almost purred, "I lied, Potter told the truth. He just never said whether I was lying or not. It's not his fault if Lord Black never picked up on that," his eyes gleamed in pleasure.

Ron paused and looked between the two, "Does he..?" he left the question hanging.

"Yeah, he found out during the Cup; with everything that was happening I wasn't too concerned about keeping it hidden."

Ron sat up in the seat, suddenly serious. "How do we know that you won't tell anyone about his inheritance?"

Marcus looked at Ron, his expression blank, "If I was going to leak it, wouldn't it have been across the front page of every newspaper by now?" he asked.

Ron's ears turned red as he became flustered, "You gotta understand, this is my best mate. He's as good as my brother and I would do anything for him."

Marcus looked Ron over. His school robes were second hand, made of some of the lowest quality material that the wizarding world had to offer. The shoes on his feet had seen better days if the scuff marks had anything to say about it. Ronald Weasley was not someone he would normally find himself answering to, there was nothing that put him on the same standards as himself. The Weasley family had been known as blood-traitors for the last five generations, their fortune had been gone for three. Their families ran in very different circles in the sense of magic, wealth and social standing. Marcus smirked, "I have already given my word to Potter that I would keep it to myself. I am many things, but I am a man of my word."

The conversation lulled to nothing, the gentle sway the train had Harry leaning against the window. His eyelids felt so heavy that he could hardly pry them open. With a yawn, Harry kicked off his shoes and tucked them up onto the bench while curling into himself. At the sound of a loud snore, Harry peeled his eyes open and glanced around with a frown. Ron was stuffing his face with some chocolate frogs, looking over at Marcus he snickered at the sight of him with his head resting against the back, mouth hanging open and snoring like a freight train. Resting his head back against the window, he allowed himself to fall asleep.


Marcus grunted at the sound of an argument going on. Growling in agitation of having his sleep disturbed, he pried his eyes open and looked around for the source of the fervent whispers. Through bleary eyes, he caught sight of Ronald with his head close to their bushy head friend.

"Would you two shut up?" he growled, voice rough with sleep, "Or do you need to be taught manners when someone is sleeping?" Marcus frowned when he felt movement against his lap, he glanced down and caught the sight of small legs. Following the curve of the legs, he swallowed at the view of the shapely arse nestled against his hip. Flicking his eyes the rest of the way up the body he almost huffed in amusement that it was Harry using him as a footrest.

"You're talking to us about manners when you're telling us to shut up?" Hermione frowned at Marcus, "What are you doing with Harry on top of you like that?"

Marcus sat up in his seat, his eyes narrowed as his nostrils flared in anger, "If you didn't see just a few moments ago I was sleeping until you two decided it would be a good idea to start an argument."

"Not us two," Ron shot Hermione a glare, "I tried to calm her down, but she was all for waking Harry up and finding a different compartment when I told her that there's no other place with enough room for our group!"

"Ronald Weasley there are only three of us!"

"Wrong! There are us three and then we have Vernon, Remus and Sirius!"

"Then what does it matter if we find a different compartment or not?! There still is not enough room for everyone!"

Marcus stiffened when Harry moved again. Clenching his teeth, he stared hard at Hermione and made up his mind, "Get out."

Hermione drew herself back in shock, "Excuse me?"

Marcus leaned forward, a growl forming low in his throat, "Do I need to spell it out for you? Get the fuck out! You already woke me up, you show absolutely no manners, and from where I'm sitting the only thing you want to do is argue."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

Marcus had enough of her and he had only been awake for three minutes. He had no idea how Ron and Harry could put up with her day in and day out. Gently lifting Harry's legs and setting them on the bench; he turned and looked down at Hermione with glowering eyes. He didn't give her a chance to pull her wand before he was throwing her over his shoulder and grabbing her truck. "Get the door, Weasley."

Ron jumped up and slid open the door on autopilot, shocked at the sight of Marcus stormy expression with a kicking Hermione over his broad shoulders. Marcus passed him and paused long enough to nudge the Remus out of the way of his path. Putting her down, he blocked the way for her to get back in. "Hurry up and get in, I want to get back to sleeping." Marcus sent a scowl over his shoulder. Hearing the sound of feet moving into the room, Marcus turned and followed after them and shut the door behind himself, locking it as soon as the door was shut. Marcus resumed his spot beside Harry with his feet in his lap. Slouching in his seat, he was sleeping within moments.

Vernon looked between the now locked door and the two sleeping teens, "What in the world was that about?"

"Hermione wasn't very happy about sharing a compartment with Flint, we started arguing and it woke him up." Ron grimaced, "He is not a morning person. When she wouldn't stop arguing, well you saw what happened."

"And those two?" Remus asked with glowing eyes, "What does he think he's doing? He has no right at this moment to be curled up with my cub."

"That happened by accident the first time, I promise. I don't think he realized what he was doing this time."

Remus stared at the two, not liking the situation at all. Nodding to himself, he silently walked towards them. Gently taking Harry's legs he started to lift them until a hand wrapped around his wrist in with an iron grip. Looking up he met the eyes of Marcus; the glow of his eyes intensified the longer Marcus held them. The corner of his lip raised as a growl started to rumble in his chest. Marcus wasn't bothered by his show, his grip tightened to the point bones was almost heard rubbing against each other. "Leave him," Marcus said in a whisper, not looking away from his eyes.

"You have no rights to my cub," Remus growled.

"I have every right to him," Marcus answered softly, and pulled out a feather holding it up at eye level, "You know what this means. I have one for every encounter I have had with him since his inheritance. If I truly wished I could go to the DRCMC and push for a completed bond or a marriage contract. With my name, status and wealth he could easily be mine by the end of the day tomorrow."

Vernon's face turned red with hints of purple, "He would never forgive you." he said with a hoarse voice, "If you took him away from his family, he would never see you as anything but as his enemy."

Marcus' eyes were hard enough to cut through diamonds, his grip just as steady and strong. Remus' warning growls became more pronounced and ferocious at the implication that his cub could be taken away from him again.

"I know. But it seems as if you were not listening to me, I said that I could. I never said that I would. I asked him to tutor me in defence so I could get to know him better to court him. I know what his favourite colour is, his favourite dessert. I know that he likes a dash of cinnamon in his hot chocolate. I know that he is kind and funny, but can be bullheaded and stubborn. But I also know that he would do anything, risk anything to save or help someone because he did for me and my siblings.

"Tell me, how much have you read on the submissive angel's dominant mate? Did you know that the bond starts first in the dominant if they are human?" Marcus chuckled darkly, "You see, the moment he ran into me at the cup, the bond began tying myself to him. While he feels nothing, I feel the overwhelming need to see him. And the more that I see him, the stronger the bond gets. He can walk away at any time. Me? I would go insane without him. You can growl all you want but if he wants his feet on my lap then that's where they will stay whether you like it or not!" Marcus said leaning forward, going nose to nose with an almost feral Remus. "The way I look at it, you have two options. You can accept that I will be apart of his life or I will manoeuvre you out of my way because I don't plan on letting him walk away without a fight. Which will it be?"