A/N: Righty then, not sure if you're going to hate me or not for the next couple of chapters. *Slinks away*

xXx

Harry groaned as he came back to consciousness with a pounding headache. He'd been placed him on the bed in his cell and he could feel someone sitting next to him. He cracked his eyes open to see Alison looking down at him. The woman had been crying and he frowned at her red eyes. Her dark magic washed over him and he squeezed his eyes closed, he couldn't take any more. He could feel the magic burning in his bones.

"Please stop," Harry begged and the magic lifted from him.

"You don't want me to heal you?" She asked quietly.

"It's the dark magic," Harry gasped.

Suddenly wizard magic washed over him instead and he relaxed as his eyes slid shut. His hands dangling over the side of the bed as the magic worked into his injuries. They both knew that she couldn't heal them all. The cuffs on his wrists were heavy and he could feel how raw his skin was under them. The off-putting feeling of dried blood flaking on his skin making him long for a shower that he knew wouldn't be coming.

He jolted slightly as a hand was placed on his back and fingers ran over the scars there. He had no energy to move as the woman traced the thin lines. He could almost believe it was Severus or Dracka's fingers skipping over the scars as his mind drifted.

"My father is getting frustrated," Alison said suddenly, jolting Harry awake. "You have been babbling nonsense for three days and in many different languages. Calling out people's names in no order. This is the first time you have sounded lucid…He isn't going to get what he wants, is he?"

"No," Harry whispered. "He can't separate me and the Hallows."

"He broke into your mind," Alison said softly. "Something in there made him snap."

"Too many memories," Harry whispered. "Too much pain. Just too much…"

"Yes," Alison agreed, sadly. "It knocked him out for a whole day. He was not happy when he woke up. You haven't been much better."

Harry squinted his eyes open and looked up at the woman beside him. He then noticed the bruise on the side of her face and he wasn't sure if he had done that or her father. He reached out a hand towards her, but it was too heavy and he let it drop. She picked his hand up and ran her thumb over the silver bracelet as Harry's eyes started to close as more magic rolled over him.

xXx

Harry woke with a jolt as the ground shook and he tried to roll from the bed but only made it to the floor with a groan. He felt another boom as he staggered to his feet and was amazed he had that much energy. Suddenly the door flew open and Alison was there with wide eyes. She gasped when she saw him and rushed forward. Harry tried to scramble back, unsure what was going on but she just grabbed his arm and slung it over her shoulders. He was given no choice but to lean into her side.

"They are attacking," She hissed. "Father is making a stand at the front of the house. We have to get out of here."

"Why?" Harry slurred as the world spun.

"The vampires have turned on us," Alison snapped. "They have gone feral."

She pulled him out of the room and he had no choice but to go with her as she half carried, half dragged him. She was very strong and it surprised him as he just tried to hold onto consciousness.

"Get these off." Harry demanded, showing her his wrists.

"You need light magic to get them off," Alison replied. "Remember?"

Harry swore. He couldn't get them off himself, he needed someone else with light magic.

The whole house shook and Harry looked around with wide eyes. It could come down on their heads if this kept up.

"Is he trying to kill us?" Harry gasped.

Alison just looked around with large eyes and kept pulling him. Harry looked over at her and noticed blood on her shirt.

"Are you injured?" Harry asked in concern.

"No," She snapped. "That's your blood."

"Oh," Harry uttered, then fell silent.

His thoughts were scattered and nothing was in order as they made it to the back of the house.

She lowered him to the ground and laid her hands on his chest and he felt her wizard magic roll over him. He tilted his head back and his eyes slid closed. A sharp jolt of dark power, had him opening his eyes again and they rolled over to the woman next to him. What were they doing again?

"Stay awake!" She hissed, looking tired. "If you fall asleep again, you will probably die. It's getting harder and harder to pull you back!"

"Pull me back?" Harry slurred as he looked around in confusion. "From where?"

He wasn't sure where he was.

"Harry!" The woman snapped as she grabbed his face in a vice like grip. "Focus! Your mind is slipping! Stay with me!"

The ground shook under him and he could feel people with magical cores all around him as shouting sounded out on the air. He tried to pull on his magic but something blocked him and he glanced down at the silver cuffs on his wrists. The woman grabbed his arm and slung it over her shoulders and pulled him to his feet.

He gasped as the pain spiked through him and his vison greyed slightly as the woman cursed.

"Come on, Harry!" She snapped. "Move. The vampires will pick up on your blood!"

He couldn't feel any vampires close by as the woman pulled on his arm and they staggered out the back door and onto the porch. They used as much cover that they could as they stumbled towards the forest surrounding the house. Harry just leaned into her as he started to feel heavier and the woman swore louder at him as he stumbled.

"Stop!" A voice barked.

They stopped and Harry would have sighed in relief, if he weren't having so much trouble just getting breath into his lungs. Harry leaned heavily into the woman's side as he panted. Men and women with guns and wands surrounded them.

"We have him," A woman said into a radio. "Blake?"

Harry looked around with wide eyes as the woman held him up.

"Blake!"

His eyes flicked from one person to another, his memories scrambled. He had a feeling that he should know the people around him, he just couldn't place them.

"Lower him gently to the ground," A woman with the gun ordered sharply. "And step back. If you go for a weapon, we'll shoot you."

The woman holding him, slowly did as she was ordered. Harry slid to his knees as the woman stood back and Harry held his hands out before him on his thighs, to show them that he wasn't armed. Unsure what was going on.

Two people moved towards them and Harry watched them warily. A short heavy-set man with blonde hair and sharp eyes walked to the woman as a dark-haired man with blue eyes and a rifle slung over his back stepped towards him.

"Blake?" The man asked as he knelt down in front of him and Harry looked at him in confusion. "Did they give you something? Do you know who I am?"

The man slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around his arm as Harry just panted slightly. The man lifted his arm up and looked at the cuff locked around his wrist. His blue eyes looking it over as he frowned. Harry could see the man's wand and gun on one side of his belt and a sword on the other. This was a man in command and Harry's eyes took that in, instinctively assessing the situation. He couldn't fight his way out of this, if it came down to that.

"Blake?" The man questioned with concern in his eyes.

Other people started to arrive and his eyes darted to each one. No one looking familiar to him until a man with black hair and green eyes arrived. His eyes locked on him.

"Albus," Harry whispered.

The man holding his arm looked over his shoulder in confusion, before looking back down at him. There was a frown on his brow as he looked at him.

"I think he's been given something," The man said. "He doesn't recognize us."

The man that looked like Albus moved closer until he was kneeling in front of him, beside the other man. They didn't seem to want to hurt him as Harry's head pounded, making it hard to think.

"Dad?" The man whispered, reaching forward to lay a hand on his other arm.

Light magic washed over him and his eyes slipped closed at the feeling. He started to shake as the burning started and he could do nothing to stop it.

"Use your wizard core," A woman's voice ordered sharply and wizard magic washed over him instead.

He opened his eyes and looked at the man before him. His eyes darted up to the thin line on the man's brow as his green eyes looked at him in concern.

"Harry?" He whispered and the man grinned at him.

"What are these?" The other man questioned, holding up his wrist.

"They are suppressing his magic," The woman behind him answered.

Suddenly the ground shook and Harry jolted. He tried to twist out of the men's grip. They clamped down on his arms, hard, to keep him in place and Harry's eyes widened as he tried to pull away.

"Settle down, Blake." The man said calmly as he held him.

Harry twisted around trying to break free as the men held him. Pain spiked through him at the effort as other hands tried to grab him and he yelled out as he struggled.

"Harry, stop!" The woman called and Harry stilled as he looked over towards Alison being held back by the blonde-haired man. "Scorpius tore into his mind. He's confused."

Harry panted as the two men held his arms and he could feel the pain bitting at him and a warm wetness dribbling down his neck and bare back. He shivered at the feeling as the Hallows burned softly in his veins, almost a comfort. Like a fire on a cold night.

"Harry?" A smooth voice called and Harry looked over with wide eyes.

A tall man with his black hair pulled back into a tail at the back of his head and intense black eyes, stepped closer. He squinted at him, he looked familiar but he couldn't place the man's name. Dark eyes, full of concern, landed on him and he got a flash of an image of those same eyes burning in hatred. He shook his head slightly as the two men holding him eased up and he struggled back to his knees, his jeans bloody and torn. His eyes darted around, where was he again?

"Harry," The man repeated, as he knelt down in front of him.

"Snape?" Harry whispered as his head pounded.

"That's right," Snape confirmed softly. "How do we get these cuffs off?"

Harry looked down at the cuffs on his wrists. Snape reached out and grabbed his hand. He could see blood slowly dribbling down his hand from his wrist but Snape didn't seem to care as the blood slowly ran over their joined hands and Harry was distracted by it. Watching as it slowly dripped to the ground.

"I don't think he knows what's going on, Severus."

"He's a mess, I've healed what I can. With his magic blocked, I can't do much else."

"Should we just give him a potion?"

"I wouldn't risk it."

A loud boom startled him and he tried to twist away but the men had a tight grip on him this time and he couldn't move. He looked up into Severus's dark eyes with wide eyes of his own.

"We should get him out of here," Severus stated.

"I agree," The other man, Miller, his mind suddenly supplied as he looked at the man.

"What about Scorpius?" Harry, no, Ry said. "He's still not down."

Harry glanced over towards the house and his eyes flicked to Alison, some clarity coming back to him as he looked at her.

"Light magic?" He whispered and the conversation around him stopped.

"Yes," She replied as…Robbie held her.

Harry turned back to Ry.

"Light magic," He uttered, looking at Ry.

"I don't know what you mean, Dad." Ry said softly, almost in a whine.

"Light magic," Harry repeated.

"Dad?" Ry questioned, and Harry could see the hurt in the man's eyes.

Harry turned his hands until his palms were facing up, one of his hands still being held by Snape.

"Light magic," He repeated, his mind too scattered to come up with any other words to explain. It was taxing him just to get these words across.

Ry turned his hands to mirror Harry's and called his light magic. The white mists swirling in his palms. Severus released him and he reached forward with a shaking hand. His head pounded as he placed his palm on his son's and light magic danced across the silver cuff on his wrist. Harry panted as he grabbed the light magic and his eyes slipped closed.

"Blake!"

He felt hands on his shoulders, holding him as Ry grabbed his hand. He heard a soft click as one of the cuffs slipped loose and dropped to the ground as he nudged it. Ry quickly grabbed his other hand but he didn't have the energy as he leaned into the person holding him up. He felt light magic flowing around his hand and opened his eyes slightly to look up at Ry.

"Key," Harry gasped. "Lock."

Ry nodded and his light magic brushed over the cuff until with a click it opened and fell to the ground. Harry gasped and almost passed out right then as magic flooded back into his body. He went limp as the power raged for a couple of minutes until he could open his eyes again and look up at Ry.

"Dad?" Ry whispered.

"Light magic," Harry muttered as he held out his hand.

Ry grabbed it in confusion and Harry pushed all his light magic across the link with Ry. The man jolted at the feeling as Harry's eyes started to slip closed.

"Finish it," Harry whispered, before everything spun away from him.

xXx

Ry looked down at the limp body of his father, feeling the light magic in him blazing like never before as Severus held his father close. Ignoring the blood and dirt covering him as he cradled Blake's head against his chest. Pain clear in the man's eyes as he looked up at him. They would protect him now.

Ry stood, feeling the magic dancing over his skin. His father's magic tangling with his own. The same and yet different, but both he could work with.

"Miller form up," Ry ordered. "We finish this."

Miller quickly barked out orders as Ry moved towards the front of the house, his father's voice echoing in his mind.

"Ry!" Dracka called. "She said they need dark magic to lock."

Ry turned to Dracka, he was holding out the silver cuffs that had been around his father's wrists. Ry took them in his hands and slipped them into his pocket as he nodded to the vampire.

"Keep him safe," Ry ordered.

"Don't need to tell me twice," Dracka said with a flash of his fangs as he dashed back to Severus and Blake.

Ry pulled his wand and with a whispered spell a roar split the air as a light magic dragon burst forth from his wand. His eyes widened as the beast swung its huge head around to stare down at him with large black eyes. The beast curled its lips back from its teeth as it shook its grey body before turning towards the front of the house. Ry sent an image of Scorpius across the link with the beast and planted the idea in the creature's mind. With a roar it took off with Miller and his team at his back.

xXx

Scorpius laughed as another Auror fell screaming to his spell as he cast out his dark magic. He held so much dark magic at his fingertips that he could see it crackling along his skin. The vampires, still by his sides, snarled and their red eyes flashed as more Aurors closed in.

"You think you can take me!" Scorpius yelled, drunk on the power flowing through him.

He could hear the whispering in the back of his mind of spells that he had never learned and yet knew how to use as he twisted his magic around and spun it out on the night air. He may not hold the Hallows but Potter's mind had held something so much better than he could have imagined. Hundreds of years of magic theory at his fingertips, of future magic that he had never seen before.

Aurors shouted trying to bring up shields to block him but he just smashed through them. They couldn't touch him as he tapped into the dark magic in the ground at his feet and laughed. The power flooding his body and mind. A sudden roar on the air made him pause and swing his head around. His eyes widened as a huge beast appeared, its grey scales shinning in the soft light from the moon as it focused on him with large black eyes. He knew only one person that could call such an animal.

"Potter," Scorpius hissed, how could the man have escape and broken the magic suppressors.

He sent a bolt of dark magic towards the creature but a green shield flew up and absorbed the magic into the earth and he screamed. The vampires around him reeled back and scattered.

"Cowards!" Scorpius yelled after them as he stood alone before the beast, then he grinned.

He pulled on the dark magic and it crackled and bit at his hands as he held his wand and waited.

"Come out, Potter!" Scorpius yelled as the beast lunged towards him and he summoned a dark magic sword and lashed out towards it.

The creature screamed as it reared back and Scorpius lashed out again. He could feel the magic sliding through his fingers and he laughed as he pushed the beast back. He called on more dark magic until it was spinning around him and the dragon retreated.

A dark-haired man walked forward calmly and Scorpius grinned.

"Come on, Harry!" Scorpius called.

"My name is Ry," The man hissed, his voice carrying on the air. "My father is Blake Sun."

"Ha!" Scorpius shouted. "That man couldn't even raise his own children! Are you saying he did a better job raising himself!"

Ry stalked closer and Scorpius could see a slight green glow to the man's eyes as he stopped before his beast.

"Yes," Ry whispered. "He raised me the way that he should have been raised."

"He is a scam!" Scorpius yelled. "Work before everything else in his life. Neglected his children! He hated Al, he was too Slytherin for the perfect Potter family and his wife! She was even worse, she would write articles about his job in the papers. Called it the 'Life of an Auror!'"

Ry paused and Scorpius could tell he'd hit a soft spot.

"Has he told you what he used to do?" Scorpius called. "The lives he has taken and the blood on his hands? Has he told you what you could have been, what he has stopped you from becoming, Harry Potter?"

Ry stepped forward, his wand in one hand and his sword in the other.

"You could have taken everything!" Scorpius laughed. "He took that from you, he took what could have been yours. Don't you understand? He takes everything he wants! The famous Harry Potter."

"What are you talking about?" Ry drawled. "You lot are all the same, you talk about power being everything."

"It is!" Scorpius shouted, his voice cracking slightly. "He stole it from you!"

Ry stepped closer with the beast backing him up.

"What did he steal?" Ry asked with a frown.

"The power that should have been yours!" Scorpius hissed. "He took it away from you! The same as he did to Albus!"

Ry snarled and a bolt of pure light magic spun towards him. Scorpius laughed as he danced to the side and spun a dark spell back at the man as the power built around them. The dragon roared as it took flight, throwing up dust as the storm of magic raged. Scorpius kept pulling on the dark magic and could feel the ground groan under his feet as a boom echoed over the grounds.

He just kept pulling at the magic.

The dragon flew down towards them and opened its jaw as light magic splashed around them. Scorpius threw up a shield as Ry stood there calmly as the magic washed over him. Scorpius's eyes widened as the man grinned, his green eyes shining and he wondered if he had been too hasty with his words. He reached out and grabbed up more dark magic, but he was starting to feel the strain, he had to reach further to find more magic in the earth. The whispering in his mind became yelling and he wondered if that voice was leading him astray. What had Potter done?

He screamed as he threw more dark magic towards the man but he just brought up a strange circle barrier around himself, its green dome shining in the night before becoming clear. He snarled and sent more magic towards the figure. He could take the other man with amount of magic at his fingertips. A sudden roar above him had him looking up just as that dragon appeared and smashed down to the earth in front of him. He yelled out as the beast swiped a clawed foot towards him and he brought up a barrier charm just as it smashed into him sending him tumbling across the ground.

He rolled as light magic smashed into the ground where he had been before and he scrambled to his feet as he stared at the man before him. How can he be throwing around so much light magic? He didn't even look tired as he stepped closer with glowing green eyes. He felt the fear in the pit of his stomach at the look in the other man's eyes.

He tried to apparate, but a ward kept him in place and the man grinned. He hadn't even felt the ward go up.

"Like my ward?" Ry asked, his voice carrying on the night air. "My father taught me that. Like my dragon? My father taught me that as well."

Ry pulled his sword from its scabbard and Scorpius laughed as he pulled his own.

"Your father teach you the sword as well, boy?" Scorpius mocked.

"No," Ry stated with a smirk. "An elder vampire did."

Ry lashed out with his sword with speed Scorpius had never seen before and he only just blocked him. The man didn't pause as he danced with the sword, pushing Scorpius back as the dragon roared. The two silver swords flashing as Ry danced and it took everything Scorpius knew to keep the man back as light magic danced along the other man's skin.

Scorpius flicked his sword up then jumped back as a silver knife suddenly appeared in Ry's hand, flashing out towards to stomach. The man had skill and youth on his side and Scorpius quickly flicked his sword around, but he was too slow and with a flick Ry sent his sword flying. Ry quickly moved in and smashed the hilt of his sword into his side and Scorpius gasped before flaring his dark magic. Ry grinned as he sliced through the magic with his knife and into his stomach, making him tumble back.

Everything froze.

"Now!" Ry ordered.

Suddenly there were small hands on him and the soft pulse of a vampire near him. He felt something cold lock around his wrists as Ry held the knife, keeping him pinned to the ground. His eyes widened as suddenly his magic was gone and he gasped. He twisted his head around to see the young vampire girl leering at him with blazing blue eyes and red hair.

"We take back what is ours," The vampire girl hissed as she bared her fangs at him.

"Miller!" Ry barked.

Ry jumped back and Scorpius snarled until four guns were pointed at his head and he stilled. He looked passed the gun to see Ry looking down at him with a lopsided grin as he leaned on his sword.

"Are you sure that my father took my power away from me?" Ry asked as he looked down at him.

"Do you think that these cuffs will hold me forever?" Scorpius sneered.

Ry knelt down until he was on eye level with Scorpius.

"Blake Sun will make sure of it," Ry said with conviction.

"Ha!" Scorpius barked. "He didn't even know who he was the last time I saw him!"

Ry flinched back and Scorpius laughed harder as he was pulled to his feet and bound up.

"He was lost to madness and talking in tongues!" Scorpius yelled over his shoulder. "And you think he will be able to make sure that I can't escape! He will probably turn on you all! A Dark Wizard and murderer to the core that one!"

Scorpius laughed louder as Ry's face paled and a shiver ran down his back. Scorpius's laughter tipped into a mad cackle as he was pulled away.

xXx

Harry woke slowly with no idea where he was but he felt warm and comfortable so he wasn't too concerned. He rolled slightly and pain flared through him but he was used to that. The dark presence next to him, he wasn't.

With a shout, he scrambled from the bed and across the floor to shouting as he crashed into the wall and slid down. The dark-haired vampire was before him and Harry tried to crawl away but a hand wrapped around his wrist and he cried out as pain shot up his arm. The vampire released him instantly and he was running. He crashed into the door and quickly had it open.

"Blake!"

He tumbled into the hallway, only dressed in jeans, as he tried to get away. Suddenly the vampire was there and grabbing his arm.

"Sh," The man muttered as all the energy left him and he slid to the floor against the wall. "Blake, calm down. It's okay."

"What happened?" Another voice questioned.

"He just panicked."

"Blake?"

Fingers on his chin, tilted his head up and he was looking into Severus's eyes and he started to calm down.

"Severus?" Harry asked, unsure.

The man smiled at him, his dark eyes soft.

"Hey," Severus whispered.

Harry's eyes darted to the vampire and he noticed how pale the other man was. Severus cupped his cheek and turned his head back towards him. Harry could feel himself slipping as the Hallows burned softly, almost like being warmed by a fire and he felt comforted by them.

Severus held a potion out towards him and he frowned, they were talking but he couldn't understand what they were saying before everything went dark around him.