Harry found himself at Godric Hollow and he wasn't sure why as he looked at the ruin. Ry hadn't bothered to get it fixed and the wizarding community had been on to him about it, which just made Ry not want to fix it even more. Harry smiled at that thought, Ry could be a lot like him sometimes.
He looked up at the house that he'd been born in, his parents were killed at, and where his life started in this timeline. He sighed as he bowed his head. He shouldn't be here, he should be behind wards where he was safe, but this is where he had ended up. By the time that he had arrived at the British International Portkey Platform some of the rage had worn off and by the time that he stood where he was now, he was starting to think he had overreacted.
He knew that Severus could be cunning and sneaky but the man wasn't cruel. That just threw up memories of the man that had taught him and the way he had been. Harry always knew that Severus wouldn't be there one day. The same as every other lover and friend he'd ever had in his long life and yet for the man to bring Dracka into this. To ask Harry about a relationship between them, in the belief that he was going to die.
That hurt, it cut deep and yet Harry could see where he was coming from.
Severus had been looking at it from his point of view and the way he had been when Alissa and his children had been murdered. That however, was a lot different than when Severus would pass away. He didn't kid himself into thinking that the man wouldn't, everyone died in the end, even Dracka would. The vampire may have a long life but he could still be killed and he didn't think Severus had thought of that when he put his plan into action.
Dracka was another point for Harry, he loved the man. There was no doubt to that, he loved the vampire as much as he did Severus but in a slightly different way. Yes, he could see a life with him and Severus's offer had opened that up but could he continue a relationship with him knowing what Severus had planned. He sighed and looked up at the ruin before him but it didn't give him any answers.
He ran a hand over his head, before apparating to the Potter house in Blackpool. He could already see that the others had arrived as he stepped over the wards. He felt them run down his back as he opened the front gate and stepped onto the grounds. He knew that Ry would know he was there and he waited for him to appear.
He watched as his son walked out of the house alone and casually strolled down the path towards him. He leaned back on the front gate that ran around the grounds as he waited. The house itself was more a mansion up on a slight hill that overlooked the city around them. Harry knew that they could get a nice view of the bay from the third floor windows on the west side of the mansion. The house was old, very old and the wards ran deep. That's why they had come here, there was no way anything without permission could enter, since Ry and Harry were the last people with Potter blood in their veins.
Ry came to stand in front of him and looked him over.
"At least you were armed," Ry commented.
"Always," Harry replied with a grin.
"Come on," Ry said softly. "Severus made dinner and you look like you need food, coffee and sleep."
Harry snorted and grabbed his son in a hug and the man hugged him back tightly.
"Severus being a Slytherin?" Ry whispered in his ear.
Harry snorted and tightened his hold for a moment before releasing him. The two Potters shared a look before moving up to the house together. Harry looked around the quiet grounds as they walked. The nights were starting to get cold and he would have to start wearing a coat again as he walked along with his son by his side. Ry glanced over at him before taking his hand.
"How are you feeling?" Ry asked, pulling him to a stop.
"Better," Harry replied. "A lot better than I have been for a while…physically."
"If we are going to talk about your mental state," Ry drawled with a grin. "This could take a while."
Harry grinned over at his son.
"Draco is here already and so is Kingsley," Ry reported.
"Sounds like a party," Harry stated dryly.
"More a dinner party," Ry smirked. "You should cook more, Dad."
"Severus likes to cook," Harry remarked and his smile slipped.
Ry grasped his shoulder.
"Have you cooked for him?" Ry asked in interest.
"Um," Harry thought about it. "Probably but not often. Didn't bother much at Hogwarts."
They strolled into the house and Harry heard his stomach growl, when he smelt the food, and Ry smirked over at him. They walked into the dining room and the noise of the people gathered dimmed slightly before picking up again. Harry took a seat next to Dracka, while Ry sat next to him. Kingsley was directly across from Harry with Severus and Draco rounding out the group.
They sat at one end of the long table in the formal dining room that could have sat fifty people with room to spare. Harry looked around before filling his plate as he poured a cup of water from the jug. He felt eyes on him and looked up but Severus looked away before their eyes could lock. Dracka laid a hand on his knee under the table and Harry looked over at him. He gave the vampire a smile as his dark eyes looked him over before focusing back on his plate.
"Blake," Kingsley called. "Adam Calfer still wants to talk to you."
Harry nodded.
"Set it up," Harry ordered softly. "Dracka and I will talk to him."
Dracka's hand tightened on his knee.
"I'll have to draw some of your blood and get a sample of your magic as well, Blake." Draco said calmly as he sat back in his seat. "From what Potter has told me, the potion worked well?"
"Yes," Harry agreed before turning to Kingsley. "I believe that Scorpius's next move will be discredit me."
"How?" Kingsley asked with a frown.
"By telling the wizarding world that I am Harry Potter," Harry stated and the room went quiet.
"Say that again?" Kingsley uttered with wide eyes.
"That I am Harry Potter," Harry repeated as he sat back in his seat. "I believe that he will go to the Ministry to declare himself as Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's son from the future."
"Wait a minute," Kingsley demanded and looked between Ry and Harry. "You two are the same person?"
"Yes," Ry confirmed. "He is me from the future and now a different timeline."
"I'll call Mr Boulder tomorrow," Harry announced as he ran a hand over his head. "He'll get everything ready from his side of things. The Minister of magic and the Department head and a few other people already know. I'm kind of surprised that this hasn't come up before now. We'll have to have safe guards in place if he spills."
Kingsley's eyes were still flicking between Ry and Harry and Dracka gave the man a leer. It looked like the revelation just wasn't sinking in.
"Welcome to the club," Dracka offered and Kingsley focused on him.
"Okay, Draco." Harry commented, turning to the blonde. "Do you want that blood now?"
"Yes," Draco answered and Harry pulled himself to his feet.
"Come on," Harry stated. "We'll do this in the lab."
"Blake," Kingsley called and Harry paused. "You're not going to explain how you can be Harry Potter from the future?"
"I stepped through a time rip which took me to the night that James and Lily Potter were killed," Harry explained mildly as he held the back of his chair. "You know the rest basically from there. Anything else?"
"Um," Kingsley stuttered. "I'm still wrapping my mind around the Deathly Hallows part and that came out five years ago."
Harry gave the man a grin.
"Talk to Miller about it," Harry suggested and looked over at Draco. "Well?"
Draco sniffed and got to his feet and the two men moved out of the room, with the blonde leading the way. Draco kept glancing over at him and it grated at his already frayed temper.
"What?" Harry snapped.
"Did something happen?" Draco questioned.
"When exactly?" Harry asked as he rubbed his head. "The last month seems like a blur."
Draco snorted and looked over at him as they walked into the lab and Harry swore.
"Bloody hell Draco," Harry exclaimed as he looked around. "Do you have to take over everywhere you go?"
Draco sniffed as he looked around.
"Potter owes me," Draco sneered, but Harry could see the amusement in the man's pale eyes before he moved over to one of the tables. "Take a seat, Blake."
Harry did just that and collapsed in one of the chairs in the room and sprawled out. Draco looked down his nose at him and Harry gave him a grin. The man had worked with them for five years while he did his apprenticeship under Severus. The three men had learnt how to work together even if they had still been at Hogwarts. Draco walked back towards him and Harry rolled up his sleeve. Draco tied a rubber cord around his arm tightly as he prepared the needle to draw his blood.
"I mean with Severus?" Draco expanded blandly, but his pale eyes gave him away.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Draco." Harry answered as the man pieced his skin and started to draw his blood into the glass vials.
"I worry about my godfather getting hurt." Draco snapped.
Harry didn't say anything as Draco filled the vials, he frowned as he started to feel a little light headed.
"How many of those are you going to fill?" Harry asked and Draco looked up and swore.
Draco quickly stopped filling the vials and removed the needle as he held his arm.
"Your blood pressure must be down," Draco muttered. "Hold this."
Harry held the cotton ball to his arm before letting his head rest back on the chair he was in. Draco tapped down the cotton ball before pulling his wand. Harry watched him as he took a reading of his magic and he shivered as Draco's magic washed over him. Draco frowned and flicked his wand again.
"Can you feel your light magic?" Draco asked as he picked up a piece of paper and flicked his wand towards it and writing started to covered it.
"Faintly," Harry replied. "It is there."
"Right," Draco muttered, his focus somewhere else. "Do you want me to send in Potter?"
"This chair is kind of comfy," Harry remarked with a grin.
"You are not sleeping in here, Sun!" Draco snapped. "I have work to do and I'm not tripping over you."
Harry chuckled and Draco gave him a grin and held out his hand. Harry took it and Draco pulled him to his feet.
"Thanks, Draco." Harry said as he patted the man on the shoulder and went to turn away.
"What was I like in your time?" Draco asked suddenly.
Harry looked back at the other man.
"A pain in the ass," Harry responded with a grin. "Stubborn, headstrong, always got his way and a Malfoy to the core. So, pretty much the same as you, except you are willing to work with anyone. You make friends easily. He had a dark past Draco and I don't think he ever really got past that."
"You knew him well?"
"Sometimes I think I did," Harry answered. "Sometimes not so much. He helped a lot after the war with Dark Lord Voldemort. He was a good man."
Draco frowned then his eyes widened.
"He was a Death Eater." Draco stated more than questioned.
"He was," Harry confirmed. "And yet, I was the one that almost killed him."
Draco paled as he looked at Harry.
"All due to my own stupidity," Harry added as he looked around the lab.
"So, you didn't grow out of that?" Draco smirked.
Harry barked a laugh and patted his shoulder before strolling out of the room. He stepped a few doors down and pushed the door open before moving into the bedroom. Finding a room in this house wasn't a problem, it was more trying to find your way around without getting lost. Harry stripped down and quickly had a shower before towelling off and crawling into the bed and was out quickly.
xXx
Dracka looked over at Severus while the man stared into his coffee. He could almost taste the sadness rolling off him as he sat next to the fire in one of the lounge rooms. Blake hadn't come back after leaving with Draco and even Dracka was concerned that the man hadn't come back for a coffee. Dracka made his way to his feet and Severus's eyes darted over to him before looking away. Dracka stepped closer until he stood in front of him before he crouched down. He reached out a hand and laid it on Severus's knee.
"Severus?" Dracka said softly and the man's eyes locked with him, but Dracka could tell his mind was somewhere else. "Was your fight about me?"
Severus covered his hand with his own.
"No," Severus whispered.
"I've never seen you have a fight with Blake before," Dracka commented.
Severus nodded and looked away.
"Can I ask what it was about?" Dracka asked.
Severus looked back at him and Dracka could see the pain in the man's eyes.
"I did something stupid," Severus uttered and Dracka snatched his hand back. "Go find him."
"No," Dracka stated.
Severus leaned forward with his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his face.
"Come on," Dracka encouraged as he rose to his feet and held out his hand. "Let's go to bed. I'm sure that we'll be up early tomorrow."
Severus looked up at him for a few minutes until he pulled himself to his feet and followed Dracka out of the room.
xXx
Harry sighed as he pressed the end button on his phone as he ran a hand over his head. He'd been on the phone for well over two hours and it was only ten in the morning and he felt tired already. He had a meeting with Adam Calfer at twelve and he would have to find Dracka somewhere in the bloody house first.
His phone rang and he sighed again before answering, they weren't leaving him alone today.
xXx
Dracka frowned when he hadn't seen Blake and it was heading towards eleven thirty and they were due at the meeting with the vampire at noon. Severus had headed to the lab after he had taken a shower and Dracka had been left with the books that Blake and him had picked up at his house in Germany. Dracka sighed and grabbed up a mug of coffee and went to find Blake. He picked up the man's scent and followed it to the back of the house.
He could hear the man talking and he was sure he was on his phone as he moved out to the back porch. Blake was sprawled out in one of the chairs, overlooking the garden as he spoke on his phone. The man sounded frustrated as he spoke and Dracka frowned. He moved closer and Blake looked over at him and Dracka held the mug out. Blake gave him a grin, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Okay," Blake said into the phone. "…no…yeah I know. Can you get it in place?"
Dracka took the seat next to Blake and looked out over the yard to the fence and the busy street. He watched the cars driving passed through the tall hedge which blocked most of the view of the street
"Yes," Blake stated. "Yes…I have to go, I have a meeting to attend to."
Blake tilted his head back on the chair as the person on the other end kept talking.
"I'm going to hang up now," Blake growled and did just that.
Dracka smirked as Blake slipped his phone back into his pocket and gulped down half his coffee in one go.
"Have you eaten?" Dracka asked.
"I'll get something out," Blake remarked as he finished off his coffee and looked at his watch and cursed. "We should go."
"You don't want to tell Severus and Draco that we are leaving?" Dracka asked in surprise.
"They know where we are going," Blake snapped and Dracka reeled back. "Sorry."
Dracka got to his feet and Blake led them around to the front of the house and towards the front gate. Dracka could pick out the tension in the man as he walked, with only a slight limp. Blake paused at the front gate to grab his hand as they stepped over the wards and apparated. Dracka's hand tightened on Blake's as they landed but the man had braced himself and didn't stumble as he looked around. Blake went to step forward but Dracka didn't release him. Blake turned to him with unreadable eyes.
"We'll talk after," Blake offered with a small smile.
Dracka held his eyes before nodding and releasing his hand. Blake turned and Dracka fell into step with him as they moved down the slight alley and onto the main street. They followed with the crowd until Blake stopped out the front of an apartment building and slipped a key out of his pocket. He opened the door and held it open for Dracka. Blake closed the door behind him before moving to the lift and pressing the button. Dracka glanced over at him but he was giving nothing away as he stood calmly waiting for the lift. Dracka moved until he brushed his shoulder with him and Blake slipped his arm around his waist.
Dracka wrapped his arms around the shorter man and Blake fell into his embrace. Dracka could feel the demon in him taking notice as he sniffed the man's neck and took in his scent as his arms tightened around him. Dracka kissed his neck as he held him and the lift pinged next them and opened but they ignored it. Blake pulled back slightly and pulled Dracka down for a kiss as his hands moved into his hair. Dracka's eyes slid closed as he took in the taste of the man before him and the feel of his body against his. Dracka slipped his hands under Blake's shirt feeling the roughness of the scars on his back before they pulled back.
Dracka let his forehead rest on Blake's as he looked into the man's green eyes. Blake gave him a soft smile before pulling back and letting his hands rest on his hips. Dracka looked him over, from the tired eyes to the way that he held himself.
"Was your fight about me?" Dracka asked softly.
"No," Blake replied just as softly. "It was not about you."
Blake pulled back and pressed the button for the lift and Dracka felt a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. They moved into the lift and Blake pressed the button for the third floor. They walked out onto plain looking hallway and Blake led him to room thirty-one and pressed the buzzer. The door opened on a blonde-haired vampire with piecing blue eyes in his thirties but Dracka was sure the man was over fifty as he looked them over. Looks were very deceiving when it came to vampires. There were other signs that gave away a vampire's age.
"Adam Calfer?" Blake greeted with a smile as he held his hand out. "This is Rolf Dracka and I'm Blake Sun. You wanted to meet with me?"
"Yes," Adam responded as he shook their hands. "Come in."
They moved into the comfortable room and Dracka looked around. All the curtains had been drawn and the vampire had set up in the living room with his computer and phone on the coffee table. The tv played some old show in the background and Dracka was sure that this was the only time that Adam would have been alone like this before. The sounds from the tv was probably more to calm the demon in his mind than the program.
"Coffee or tea?" Adam asked as he moved to the small kitchen.
"Coffee please," Blake answered.
Dracka could pick up the scent of the other vampire and a couple of other background scents, including Kingsley.
"The Aurors have been here," Blake whispered. "I have the report but I haven't had time to look it over yet."
Adam walked back into the room with a tray and set it down on the coffee table next to his computer. The other vampire was nervous and scared, Dracka could pick that up easily. He wore dark jeans and the blue collared shirt and his blonde hair was cut short and slightly spiked up with hair gel as his blue eyes darted between them.
"Please take a seat," Adam offered politely and Blake threw himself into the armchair.
"He'll never leave now," Dracka muttered. "You have given him a chair and coffee."
Blake grinned over at Dracka as Adam looked put out, the younger vampire would soon learn that Blake was not like normal wizards. Dracka took a seat in the other armchair as Adam sat on the lounge.
"What can I help you with, Mr Calfer?" Blake asked.
Adam looked between them.
"I want my family back," Adam whispered and Dracka growled softly.
Adam looked over at him but Dracka could only see sadness in the other vampire. To Dracka he was still a teenager, just past the age of being a fledging, and probably didn't have much experience away from a Coven. He was now shoved into a world that he had heard about but didn't know and he was scared.
"Do you know why he attacked your Coven?" Blake questioned.
"No," Adam replied. "We don't know the man. He walked in and challenged my father."
Dracka sucked in a breath and the demon in him rushed to the forefront of his mind and Adam looked at him head on. By their law, Adam should have become the leader after the death of his father. Since he was the second in command, despite his young age.
"Did your father stand in?" Dracka asked.
"No," Adam replied. "He had my older brother stand in. The wizard killed him, then killed my father."
Dracka hissed, it wasn't against their law but the fight did not need to end in death. Most times a bow out was enough, then they would come to an agreement between the old leader and the new. Once the new leader was worked out the members of the Coven would be given an option to stay or leave. With the leader's death, those rules changed slightly.
"Did he bow out?" Dracka questioned.
"Yes," Adam replied. "The wizard didn't care."
"You are the Second in Command?" Blake asked and Adam flashed his fangs at him.
Dracka let it slide but gave a soft growl in warning. Adam's eyes flicked to him before focusing on Blake again as a slight red tinge came into his blue eyes.
"Yes," Adam confirmed. "I took care of the Coven's needs but my brother was the best fighter."
"What were the terms?" Dracka questioned.
"By the sword," Adam said. "No magic. First blood."
Blake sat forward in his seat, his green eyes intense.
"Only first blood?" Blake asked.
"Yes," Adam agreed.
Blake flicked his eyes over to Dracka and he flashed his fangs at him. Blake raised an eyebrow to which Dracka tilted his head slightly. Dracka looked back to Adam to see the other vampire watching them closely, picking up on their silent conversation. Adam was a born vampire and knew the language well.
"I do not have the skills to take back my Coven," Adam commented sadly. "I would have to find someone to challenge the wizard on my behalf."
"Is that why you wanted to meet?" Blake asked.
"I wanted to thank you," Adam amended. "For offering me a safe place to stay while I look."
Blake sighed and looked down at the carpet as he ran a hand over his head.
"We have already come up against your Coven," Dracka told him. "There have been deaths."
Adam covered his face with his hands as he whined softly and Dracka felt for him. A Coven needed to be strong and to be strong they needed each member to fill a roll. Scorpius had come in and taken over and dashed that order to pieces. They were bound in a way to follow him and Dracka had felt the man's dark power. He knew how hard it would be for the younger vampires to fight back against that. It made it that much harder for a smaller Coven for the members would be close and probably more family groups, then larger Covens like his.
"He has strong dark magic," Blake remarked. "Dark power, pulls dark power."
Adam's head shot up with wide red tinged eyes as he looked at the other man. Dracka shifted with a low growl and Adam tilted his head slightly but didn't look over at him. Vampires were not used to those words from a wizard.
"All I can say," Blake continued. "Is that we will try."
Adam looked away and down at the carpet and Dracka moved to his feet and stepped closer. He crouched down in front of the younger vampire and let his hand rest on the man's knee. Adam turned his head towards him and gave a slight whine. Dracka moved to sit next to him and he pulled the other man into his arms. Adam curled into his embrace as Dracka lowered his head and scrapped his fangs across the younger man's neck and he tilted it to the side. Dracka slid his fangs into the man's skin and tasted his blood on his tongue as he swallowed his blood down. The man had no magic to give as he gently sucked on his neck for a couple of seconds before pulling back and licking the wound.
He left the two small puncture marks as he held the man as he cried into his shirt for the loss of his father and brother and the other members of his Coven. He glanced over at Blake but the man was looking into his coffee cup as Dracka ran a hand down Adam's back in comfort. Dracka gently laid the other man out on the lounge when he'd run out of tears and fallen asleep. Blake moved to the bedroom and came back out with a blanket and held it out to him. Dracka spread it out over the vampire before turning to Blake.
"He's safe here," Blake said softly as he pulled a card from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. "Scorpius may have known how to take a Coven but he doesn't know about vampires. He will muck up and they will turn on him."
Dracka looked over at him sharply but he could see the rage in the other man's eyes and relaxed. He had to remind himself that Blake knew vampire's very well, the words he had spoken had not been a slight against vampires. The wizard was looking at this from the point of view of a vampire Coven and the rules they lived by. If Scorpius did not look out for the Coven, as a whole, they would remove him but that could take years and they didn't have that kind of time. The other man gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand.
"Come on," Blake offered with a grin. "How about lunch? I'll even take you somewhere fancy."