Harry woke alone and feeling better than he had in a while. He moved towards the bathroom and had a quick shower before stepping back into the bedroom. He dressed in jeans, with his flak vest and shirt over the top before picking up his belt and clicking it around his waist. He placed his gun and wand in their holsters before frowning.
'Where is the elder wand?' Harry thought across the link with Severus.
'You will have to call it back to you,' Severus replied. 'We didn't find it with you.'
Harry's frown deepened and he followed the link to find Severus and Dracka in the living room. Someone had tried to clean up with magic and Harry frowned as the magic touched him and he resisted the urge to scratch his arms. It never seemed to bother him at Hogwarts but it did now.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"What?" Dracka uttered while Severus snorted.
"The elder wand," Harry answered. "They took it?"
"Yes," Severus replied.
"I thought you had it," Harry replied.
Harry focused and held his hand out and the wand fell into his palm. He looked at it before holding it out to Severus. The man smirked and took it in his hand while Dracka watched the exchange in confusion.
"Severus holds my wand," Harry commented to Dracka.
"Why?" Dracka asked.
Severus and Harry exchanged a look before Harry sighed and took a seat on the armchair then stood back up and glared at it.
"They didn't spell the floor," Severus remarked in amusement.
"Great," Harry drawled.
He lowered himself to the floor while Severus smirked at him and Dracka looked at them in confusion and slight frustration. The two men were seated on the lounge that Severus and Harry had used as cover the night before.
"What is going on?" Dracka demanded.
"With Blake?" Severus questioned. "Have you got a day?"
"Oi!" Harry yelped.
"Someone fixed the chair by using a spell," Severus explained.
"Makes me itchy," Harry added. "Severus holds my wand for the dark magic of the Hallows has been boosting his magic."
Harry pulled his phone and quickly sent a text to his son. He looked through his emails and texts as he set up what needed to be done. He crossed his legs while he sat on the floor and leaned back against the wall behind him. He let Severus cover Dracka's questions and his lover would understand what he was doing with his phone.
"That's not the whole story," Dracka said quietly.
"No," Severus said in agreement. "We'll explain later."
Harry looked up at Severus sharply and raised his eyebrow in question. Severus gave him a smirk in answer and he let it slide. He was sure that Severus had a reason why he wasn't explaining the whole reason to Dracka now. He wasn't happy that Severus wanted to keep it from him but he would follow his lead for now, there would be time later. Severus would understand that for them to have a relationship there had to be trust, even if their own relationship didn't start that way. Harry had told him as much as he could.
"Ry says he'll be here in ten," Harry reported into the silence as Dracka looked between them. "We'll go to the Potter mansion in Blackpool before Dracka and I will leave for Germany. Miller and his team will be staying with you, Severus. We have a portkey waiting for us at the Portkey Platform."
"You have only just woken up," Dracka stated with a frown. "How did you get everything organised so quickly?"
Harry held up his phone and wiggled it. He'd struggled while he waited for the muggles to catch up.
"Text messages and the internet," Harry replied with a smirk. "Got to love it."
"Blake forgets we are wizards," Severus drawled with a smirk. "And just goes muggle."
Harry just held up his phone again in answer.
"Draco called while you were asleep and we are going to set up a lab at the house," Severus told him, Harry's hand stilled on his phone and he looked up.
"We'll try to get back as soon as we can," Harry said softly. "But you will probably be safer than us behind the blood wards."
'Take your time, Blake.' Severus thought across the link. 'You are still recovering.'
'How are you feeling?' Harry asked.
'I'm fine,' Severus replied. 'Just pick up what you need and come back when you can.'
"Am I missing something here?" Dracka asked as he looked between the two men.
"Ah sorry, Dracka," Harry apologised with a sigh and ran his hand over his head.
"Ready?" Ry asked as he moved into the room and looked them over.
"Yes, Potter." Severus replied and pulled himself to his feet.
"Perfect," Ry exclaimed. "I have to be back at the Auror Department in half an hour. If I take any more time off, I think Kingsley will believe that the Department of Mysteries have stolen me."
Ry held his hand out to Harry and his son helped him to his feet and gave him a hug.
"Are you wearing a vest?" Ry whispered in his ear when they pulled back and Harry gave him a grin. "Warrior to the core."
Harry's eyes took in the image of his son standing there in his own vest, with his sword and gun hanging from his waist. He raised an eyebrow and the man barked a laugh, the irony wasn't missed on either of them. Severus groaned and walked out of the room while Dracka leered over at the two of them. Harry had an idea of what was on the other man's mind, bloody vampires.
"Dracka!" Severus's voice whipped out and the vampire started. "Get over here!"
The vampire leered one more time before leaving the two Potters alone and Ry chuckled.
"Poor man," Ry sniggered with a smirk. "I don't think he knows what he's getting into."
Harry barked a laugh as he looked at his son fondly.
"Draco took blood from you and Severus which he is running it at the moment," Ry informed him. "He took magic samples as well. He also took samples from me."
"You? What is he hoping to find?" Harry asked.
"No idea, It's Draco." Ry replied. "He's taken over a room at the hospital. Kingsley has been down to have a chat with Lucius as well."
"How did that go?" Harry questioned with a smirk.
"Well, he wasn't cursed."
"Malfoy or Shacklebolt?"
"Ha!" Ry laughed and smiled at his father. "Stay safe, Dad."
"Keep a look out," Harry countered. "If they went for Severus first, they may be after any of you to try and draw me out."
"Yes," Ry agreed and gave him a grin. "Draco doesn't like the Aurors shadowing him around the hospital and the feeling is mutual."
"Oh, god." Harry moaned. "This is going to involve lots of paperwork."
"For you or Draco when he injuries an Auror on duty?"
"And he's a Malfoy too, so he'll get away with it. While I get stuck with filling out the forms and if Dylan gets a hold of it, my ears will be ringing."
Ry and Harry shared a look.
"Potter!" Severus called out in frustration.
"Coming," Ry and Harry called back as they grinned at each other, both knowing that Severus hated it when they did that.
xXx
Harry stumbled slightly as they apparated and Dracka held his arm as he got his feet under him as his stomach protested.
"Are you going to be sick?" Dracka asked softly.
"Possibly," Harry replied and sat on a log close by and held his head as he bowed forward. "You know the way to the house, I'll catch up when my stomach works out where it's meant to be."
Dracka sat down beside him on the log and rubbed a hand up and down his back, instead. They sat there for a while until Harry was sure that his stomach had worked itself out and looked around the clearing they had landed in.
"Better?" Dracka asked quietly as the sunlight fell on his skin.
Harry watched the sun play along the vampire's arm for a couple of minutes. The Daylight pendant that Harry would charge up with light magic combating the normal vampire reaction of the sun from burning his skin. Without that protection, Dracka wouldn't be able to sit there.
"Blake?"
"Sorry," Harry said, snapping himself out of his staring. "Yes, let's go."
Harry stood up and stepped forward with just a slight limp to his steps. They easily walked together towards his house, with just the noise of the birds to keep them company.
"Why is this house so far from anything?" Dracka asked. "Most of your other houses are close to other people."
"This was a Potter house," Harry remarked as they came to the house and they stepped over the wards. "It's the only Potter property that I changed into my own name, all the others are under Ry's name."
"Why?"
Harry stopped and looked at the house, it didn't look like much from the outside. More a cottage than anything but to Harry it still felt like home.
"Too many memories," Harry whispered and moved up to the front door and opened it.
He held the door open for Dracka and waved him through with a grin.
"Welcome," Harry announced with a lopsided grin.
"I've been here before," Dracka pointed out. "Right after you hit a tree, if I recall correctly."
Harry grinned wider as they moved into the living room. It was a small house with just two bedrooms, a small office, kitchen and bathroom.
"Do three gunshot wounds and a stabbing, beat that?" Harry asked.
"Only if you are keeping count," Dracka stated flatly.
"Oh, I gave up on that when I was still an Auror. I think Ron had a notebook that he used to write up all our injuries in, until…"
"Until?" Dracka prompted when Harry trailed off.
"I was tortured," Harry finished. "Didn't seem as much of a joke after that."
Dracka's eyes turned red as they looked at Harry but he just gave him a grin.
"Coffee?" Harry asked and turned towards the kitchen before the other man could answer.
xXx
Harry woke to the feeling of someone running a finger over the scars on his back. He felt a feeling of Deja vu as he rolled onto his back and looked at Dracka. The vampire just leered at him.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he ran a hand over his face.
"What do you think?" Dracka asked.
Harry groaned and pulled himself out of bed and grabbed some pants from his bag as Dracka's eyes roamed over his naked form as Harry dressed.
"We should get the books we need and head back," Harry said softly.
Dracka pulled himself from the bed and calmly strolled over to Harry. He turned towards the other man when he drew even with him. The vampire stood there naked and looking interested and Harry sighed.
"Dracka," Harry said, drawing the man's name out.
Dracka's dark eyes rested on him and he raised an eyebrow in question. Harry ran his hand over his head as he blew out a breath.
"Blake?" Dracka stated in the same tone. "I know how Severus feels about this…"
"Yes," Harry agreed.
"Did he want this?" Dracka asked with a frown.
"Yes," Harry confirmed as he sat down on the bed and pulled one of his feet up onto the edge of the bed. "And so do I Dracka, it's just I know vampires. Being selective is not always a priority."
"The vampire you had a relationship with?" Dracka prompted as he sat next to the man.
"Lucas," Harry expanded. "His name was Lucas. I made it clear to him when we started a relationship that it would take time and that it would just be us."
"Born or turned?" Dracka asked quietly.
"Turned," Harry replied. "We were in a relationship before he was turned."
Dracka growled slightly and Harry laid a hand on his bare knee.
"He wanted to be turned," Harry explained. "He had vampire blood due the fact that his father was a vampire and his mother a witch. He had the right to ask and being a half-blood, the process should have been straight forward. It still carried risks of course but he seemed to take to it well and even held on to his magic after. I think the fact that it was his father that turned him that made the difference."
"What happened?"
"As you know, due to my work, there has to be a lot of trust." Harry answered, remembering his own thoughts of Severus and Dracka. "I can get called away for weeks at a time. Lucas didn't seem to mind before he was turned but after, it became an issue. I decided to stay at his Coven, which worked out well for about ten years. Then it started to feel like a collar around my neck."
Dracka snorted and grabbed his hand.
"Can't keep you caged," Dracka muttered and gave him a grin.
"No," Harry replied in amusement. "I got a call one day. A friend needed my help."
"Lucas didn't take it well." Dracka stated more than questioned.
"At first, he was okay about it," Harry continued. "I was gone for about a week or so. The problems started when I came back. He had decided while I was gone that my standing was below his."
Dracka growled and tightened his grip on his hand.
"The Coven leader?" Dracka questioned.
"Respected me," Harry stated. "Everyone else treated me the same except Lucas, he pulled back a bit and would only reinforce where I stood when we were alone. I got called away again…"
Harry stopped and rubbed a hand over his hair until Dracka took both of his hands. He looked down at their joined fingers and the familiar touch of Dracka's dark magic on his skin.
"When I came back," Harry recounted. "He tried to put me in my place. I didn't let him, it was not pretty. He bowed out in the end but it was a close fight. The Coven was surprised with what he'd done."
Dracka tugged on his hand and Harry looked over at him. The man's eyes had a red tint as he stared at him. The demon at the forefront of his mind. Harry wouldn't admit to Dracka as he felt a bolt of fear at the look in the other man's eyes.
"What happened?" Dracka whispered.
"I didn't know what to do," Harry admitted. "I had lived with them for over ten years. Had made a place for myself but I couldn't deal with Lucas's betrayal."
"He'd been with others?"
"Yes," Harry confirmed. "In the end, I left. He tried to come after me. To apologise and say that the Coven needed me. I didn't even pause."
Dracka sucked in a breath as his eyes bleed back into black. To walk away from a Coven like that, without offering support was a breach, unless you asked permission of the Coven leader to leave. There were rules to follow and Harry hadn't followed them but he was a wizard and not a vampire. It had been a sticking point between him and Lucas.
"Did you ask permission to leave?" Dracka asked.
"I am a wizard," Harry stated mildly.
Dracka's eyes widened and silently cursed at the man's words.
"While in a Coven I fall under their laws," Harry commented. "A wizard surrounded by vampires."
"But when you leave, you don't." Dracka finished for him. "You know that isn't the same for my Coven."
Harry looked over at the vampire beside him but just felt tired. He still hadn't recovered enough to deal with everything going on at the moment. The worry he felt for Severus was clouding his judgement as he sighed and looked away.
"When you are ready, Blake." Dracka offered. "Time has a different meaning for us."
Harry nodded and stood from the bed, but stopped when Dracka didn't let his hand go. He turned back to the vampire as the man stood. Dracka grabbed his other hand and pulled him close. He laid his hands on his hips before running them softly up his sides. He cupped his cheeks as Harry watched him silently.
Dracka looked down at him with dark eyes as Harry looked back, slightly tense under his hands. Dracka leaned forward and kissed him, more a brush of his lips than anything else before pulling back. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. Harry tensed under his hands, he couldn't help it, before wrapping his arms around the other man and took in his familiar scent.
"Severus?" Dracka whispered.
"Wants a relationship with you," Harry replied, pushing aside his own feelings on that for the moment.
"And you?"
"Agree with him," Harry answered easily.
Dracka tightened his hold slightly before stepping back and looking down at him. The other man's eyes were unreadable as they looked at him and Harry forced himself not to look away.
"We should look through the books I have here to work out what we need," Harry declared, breaking the silence.
"Do you know what happened to Lucas?" Dracka questioned.
"No," Harry answered quietly. "I moved back to England and the Department had work for me. If any of the Coven were in London they would look me up. Used to scare the shit out of some of the teams I worked with, but they got used to vampires finding me."
"They could track you?" Dracka asked with a frown.
"Sure," Harry confirmed. "I didn't have a problem with owls and tracking charms until I came here. Not sure if it was the time magic or the fact there are two Harry Potters or something else that makes it a problem."
"Could we use a tracking spell or potion on Scorpius then?"
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at Dracka.
"Possibly," Harry mused in thought. "I'll call Kingsley and Miller and see if they can get someone onto that. He is Draco's son, so there is a blood connection there that we could use."
"You would have better luck with your magic," Dracka suggested with a frown.
"Not with the levels the way they are at the moment," Harry drawled with a snort.
Dracka's eyes flashed red and Harry gave him a lopsided grin.
"Come on," Harry offered. "I'll make the coffee."
xXx
Dracka looked up from the book he was reading, about time magic theory. To see Blake sprawled out in the chair across the desk from him with a book in his hands. His head was tilted slightly back with his eyes closed and he grinned. He'd been surprised that the man had lasted as long as he had before falling asleep. He could tell that Blake was still recovering but also knew that if he'd told him to go to sleep, it wouldn't have worked as he looked the man over fondly.
They had been working through the books for the last couple of days. Blake had gotten more and more frustrated and edgy when they couldn't find anything that could explain how Scorpius had gotten to this timeline. Dracka could also see the worry in Blake, the man was very good at hiding his emotions but he had worked and lived closely with him for a long time. He could pick up on the worry and it concerned him.
Suddenly the book Blake had been holding banged as it fell against the table and Blake started awake and looked around. His green eyes assessing if there was any danger before they settled on Dracka.
"I think I'll head to bed," Blake muttered. "No point reading this page for the fourth time."
"I don't know," Dracka smirked. "It could have changed while you were asleep."
"Ha!" Blake barked and pulled himself to his feet. "I doubt that."
Dracka watched the man in amusement as he moved out of the room. He went back to the book in his hands for the next hour or so until he threw it on the table and stood with a groan. He looked around the tasteful office and moved over to the large book case. He ran his fingers over the titles until one caught his attention.
He pulled the book out, feeling the slight magic on it before carefully opening the front page, just in case it decided to bite him. He had almost gotten it open when it growled. Dracka quickly dropped it as he pulled his wand but it just fell to the floor with a thump. When it didn't do anything else, he reached forward and carefully picked it up. He frowned when something fell out from the pages.
It was a golden-red feather and a picture. He picked up both and looked down at the photo in interest. He easily picked out Blake and Ginny Weasley grinning up at him. The young girl in the photo must be Blake's daughter, Lily, she looked a lot like her mother. Two other boys were in the photo, the oldest had dark brown hair and had his arm around Lily. The other boy looked just like Blake and Ry. With messy black hair and green eyes and Dracka could understand why so many people didn't blink twice, once Blake said he was a Potter.
The boy stood slightly away from his mother while Blake had his arm around Ginny and his eldest son. He could see the lightning bolt scar on the man's brow and the carefree smile on his face. There was still a shadow in his green eyes, but nothing like he could see in Blake's eyes now. He looked back at the boy that must be Albus Potter and could see the guarded eyes and the slight smile on his face as his mother looked down at him. While Blake looked over at James and ruffled the boy's hair.
He flicked the photo over to see the words. 'As the phoenix rises. Ginny, Lily, James, Albus and me.' Written on the back in a slightly messy hand and he frowned.
The writing wasn't Blake's but the inscription implied that he had written it. He flicked the photo over again and looked down at the family. He would guess the photo had been taken close to James leaving school. Blake looked younger than he was now and he couldn't see any scars on his arms. He wondered if he had any idea of what was to come in his future.
He picked up the book again and flicked through the pages until he came across another photo of Severus and Blake and he smiled. Blake was leaning up against the wall in the hallway with a grin on his face as Severus glared down at him. He watched as Severus turned his head and looked over towards the person that had captured the image and smirked as Blake's grin widened. He flicked the photo over but there was nothing on the back and he slipped the photo into his pocket.
He picked up the book and flicked the pages until he found another photo and was surprised to see a photo of himself. He was seated behind his desk at Hogwarts, slightly frowning as he looked at something before him. The picture him looked up and sat back in his chair, his dark eyes soft as they looked at him. He was sure that Blake had captured the image.
He turned it over.
'Rolf Dracka, trying to be a teacher.' Was written in Blake's hand. 'Working out better than Severus.'
Dracka snorted a laugh and placed the photo with the Potter family one. Before picking up the book again. There was one more photo in the book and he frowned as he looked down at it. It took him a little while to pick out Blake from the three men in the photo. He had light brown hair in a shaggy mess, but not long enough to get in his eyes. He had his arm over the shoulders of a young man that looked so similar to Ry that he frowned. The last man could have been Blake's older brother with streaks of grey, shot through his dark hair. He flicked the photo over.
'Al, Harry and I,' Blake had written neatly.
He flicked it back over and looked the three men over. He didn't realise how strong the Potter line was until he was looking at three generations of them.
"Snooping?"
Dracka started, dropping the photo as his head flicked around to Blake standing in the doorway, looking at him in amusement. Blake moved forward and picked up the photo he had dropped and looked down at it. There was no expression on his face as he looked at his son and grandson in the photo.
"I thought that you were going to bed?" Dracka pointed out
"Miller called," Blake explained as he leaned on the table and picked up the other photos. "One of the prisoners broke. Scorpius took a Coven."
Dracka hissed as his eyes turned red.
"Where?" Dracka asked.
"A small Coven near Wales," Blake replied then held the photos up. "I think I have a few more of these around here somewhere. Might even have one of Scorpius, when he was young, that Draco might find interesting."
"I've never seen you have personal photos before?" Dracka asked.
"Too risky," Blake answered as he picked up the book and flicked through it. "In case they fell into the wrong hands. Now, are you coming to bed?"
Dracka started again and looked up at the other man and he grinned.
"It's late," Blake stated. "And I don't want you waking me when you come to bed."
Dracka barked a laugh.
"What an invitation," Dracka drawled with a smirk.