Harry woke feeling warm with a body wrapped around him from behind and his arm tightened around the man in front of him. He still felt groggy and his mind felt blanketed in dark mists but he felt like he'd slept at least and more like himself. He could feel Dracka's magic along his skin as he lay there. He drifted slightly until Severus moving, jolted him awake.

He opened his eyes to see the man looking down at him with slightly guarded eyes.

"You slept through the night," Severus whispered. "Ry will be here in about an hour to look you over."

"Shower first?" Harry asked.

Severus gave him a slight smile and his body seemed to relax. Severus moved from the bed and slipped out of his pants and held his hand out to Harry. He grabbed the man's hand and Severus helped him from the bed. He looked around the room with a frown as Dracka slept deeply, still in the bed.

"Where are we?" Harry asked and saw Severus's eyes shut off slightly.

"The Potter mansion in Blackpool," Severus replied and Harry had a feeling that this wasn't the first time that he'd had to tell him that answer.

Harry nodded and they moved to the attached bathroom and Harry unbuckled his pants and let them fall. He'd lost weight, more skin and bone than anything as Severus carefully unwrapped the bandages around his wrists.

"We'll leave these off," Severus whispered. "Ry can rewrap them if he thinks you need them."

Harry's body was a mess of fading bruises and slight red lines from the healings. He glanced in the mirror and could see thin red lines of lash marks down his back. He was reminded of when he'd first been captured and tortured as they overlapped with other memories.

"Blake?"

Harry turned to Severus, seeing the concern in his eyes and he noticed that he was shaking slightly.

"Right there?" Severus asked softly.

"No," Harry replied.

Severus stepped forward, carefully watching him, and Harry frowned as the man took him in a hug. Harry wrapped his arms around him as Severus held him close. Harry could feel the other man shaking.

"Shh," Harry murmured. "It's okay. Sh."

Harry rubbed the man's back as they stood there naked in the bathroom as Severus held him close.

"I've got to pee," Harry whispered in Severus's ear and the man snorted and pulled back.

Harry gave him a lopsided grin as Severus cupped his face.

"Back with us?" Severus asked.

"I have a feeling I've been asked that a lot lately?" Harry asked and Severus barked a laugh that may or may not have been a sob.

Severus leaned down and gave him a soft kiss as Harry let his hands rest on his hips. When they pulled back Harry moved towards the toilet while Severus turned his back. Harry quickly used the toilet before walking to the shower and turning it on while he washed his hands. His eyes caught on the raw and red skin around his wrists. He remember the silver cuffs that had been around them.

"What happened to the cuffs?" Harry asked and glanced over at Severus watching him.

"They are on Scorpius's wrists," Severus answered with a dark look in his eyes and Harry shivered and instinctively stepped back.

Severus held his hands out to the side and didn't move towards him and Harry frowned.

"Did I hurt you?" Harry uttered, he couldn't remember much after Scorpius broke into his mind, everything was just a tangled mess.

"No," Severus replied evenly and slowly stepped towards him. "No, you didn't."

"Did I hurt anyone else?" Harry pressed, unsure about Severus's reactions.

"No," Severus whispered as he closed the gap between them. "Come on, shower."

Harry let it slide as Severus helped him into the shower. He relaxed as the water washed over his head and down his back as Severus worked the soap into the cuts and bruises on his skin. His touch was gentle as Harry leaned back on the tiles as Severus worked and he watched the man with half lidded eyes.

"Don't fall asleep," Severus purred.

"I'm not going anywhere," Harry replied and Severus paused to look up at him, his dark hair limp with water.

Severus reached up and ran his hands through his slightly longer hair and Harry's eyes slipped closed as he worked the shampoo in.

"You still have a nice lump back here," Severus commented.

"Hmm," Harry replied. "Hit a wall."

"Are you two almost done?" Dracka asked from the doorway. "I have to pee."

"God," Harry muttered. "He has timing."

Severus snorted.

"Just use the toilet," Severus growled over his shoulder.

"Ry's in the bedroom, gagging." Dracka remarked mildly. "He said; 'don't bother dressing Blake and for you to put some pants on', Severus. That line didn't work on me."

Harry snorted as Severus glared over at the vampire.

"I'm going out to get some supplies," Dracka told them as he moved towards the shower and looked them over through the glass doors. "With all these people coming and going, we are going through food fast. Right there, Blake?"

Harry just looked at the vampire and he gave him a leer, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'll be back in an hour or so," Dracka carried on, when Harry didn't say anything. "Your son should be finished torturing you by then."

"Dracka!" Severus snapped and the vampire paled at his poor choice of words.

Harry's lips twitched up in a smile as Severus glared at the other man. The situation felt familiar to him and he grabbed a hold of that.

"Sorry," Dracka muttered. "I meant, healing you without invoking pain besides with his sharp tongue."

Harry barked a laugh and both men turned to him as he gave them a grin and they relaxed.

"Coffee?" Harry asked softly.

"Oh!" Dracka cried. "We've stock piled that but I'll pick you up one of those fancy ones that you like."

Harry gave him a grin and Dracka's eyes softened.

"You better get out of there before you start to wrinkle up," Dracka remarked with a wink.

"Get out!" Severus snapped and the vampire gave them a leer and a once over.

"Severus is already wrinkling up."

Dracka strolled out of the bathroom and Harry could hear his son shouting after him as he let his head rest back against the tiles and chuckled.

"Something funny, Mr Sun?" Severus purred in his ear and he shivered.

Harry just leaned up on his toes and kissed his neck and Severus pulled back sharply. Harry gave him a grin and Severus leaned forward to kiss him.

"Are you done yet?" Ry shouted from the bedroom.

Severus and Harry looked over to the open doorway and Harry pushed Severus back gently so that he could step out of the shower. He wasn't completely stable on his feet but he hadn't fallen on his ass yet so he counted that as a win. He towelled himself off and wrapped it around his thin waist. Severus did the same before pulling on a pair of pants that Dracka had left for him. Harry stepped into the bedroom and looked at the man seated on the bed.

And froze.

The man looked up at him with a smile, which slowly started to slip as Harry stared at him. Images overlapping themselves on the man's features and Harry wasn't sure who he was looking at as he tried to focus on the green eyes.

"Blake?" Severus whispered.

Harry jolted when he realised that he'd braced himself and his hands had curled into fists. He looked back at Ry and his eyes were drawn to the thin line of the lightning bolt. Ry slowly got to his feet with his hands out to his sides. Harry frowned at the gesture.

"Dad?"

Harry rushed forward and grabbed his son in a hug and the man wrapped his arms around him tightly. One of Ry's hands held the back of his head gently as Harry buried his face into his son's chest.

"Sh," Ry said softly as he held him and looked over at Severus. "How's he been?"

"He seems more like himself this morning," Severus whispered. "Has his moments but otherwise I think his memories are coming back."

"Scrambled," Harry muttered.

Ry pushed him back slightly to look him in the eyes.

"What was that?" Ry questioned.

"They are scrambled," Harry explained. "Like someone gabbed a box of all my memories shook it up and tipped them out, scrambled."

Ry looked over to Severus and he sighed, Ry turned him and gently made him to sit on the side of the bed. Harry watched as Ry knelt in front of him and adjusted the towel slightly before looking up at him.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Ry asked, as Severus sat beside him.

Harry frowned, he remembered pain and reaching out for Severus and Ry but he had been blocked. He looked down at his wrists and Ry grabbed his hands, pulling him back.

"Do you remember us finding you?" Ry asked.

"No," Harry replied.

"How you were captured?"

"Vaguely," Harry uttered. "Alison?"

"Yes," Ry confirmed. "She used me to get to you."

Harry tilted his head to the side as he looked at Ry and could see the anger and guilt in the man and it made him wonder why.

"We have her memories of your capture," Severus explained. "She gave them up willingly, as well as her father's plans. She says that she's from your time but we have no evidence that that is true."

"I didn't know her," Harry countered. "I don't think I did."

"She seems to know you," Severus remarked. "She called you Harry and you followed her orders."

"I don't remember," Harry muttered as he grabbed his head as frustration ran through him.

"Sh," Severus cooed and carefully grabbed his arms and pulled his hands away from his head.

"You might remember more once the swelling goes down," Ry remarked. "You hit your head at some point and it's taking time to heal. We didn't want to risk healing magic there while your memories were unstable."

Harry looked down at his son and tried to focus.

"Scorpius broke into your mind, Blake." Severus explained and Harry was sure it wasn't the first time. "We don't know what he got out of your memories."

"I remember him breaking through my barriers then it gets blurry from there…" Harry trailed off.

He caught snatching of memories and he flicked his eyes to the side as faces and events flickered into his mind, too quick to grab. Like a tape on fast forward.

"Blake."

He caught memories of him fighting, children, lovers and events. Two sets of memories of the same person and felt a pain spike across his head and he winced.

"Dad!"

Harry started and looked down into green eyes, so much like his own.

"Sorry," Harry muttered and Ry gave him a smile.

"Severus," Ry suggested. "How about you get some food for Dad, while I look him over?"

Severus nodded and moved to his feet, still holding his hands. Harry looked up at him and Severus gave him a small smile.

"Coffee?" Severus whispered.

"Coffee," Harry agreed and pushed other images of Severus to the side and focused just on the man in front of him.

Severus left the Potters alone and Harry focused back on his son. Ry stood and slowly pulled out his wand.

"Can you stand up?" Ry requested and Harry got to his feet, holding the towel. "Just let it drop and I'll look you over."

Harry's eyes darted to the side as something caught his attention, but nothing was there.

"Are you seeing something?" Ry asked and he focused back on the man. "Were you given something? A potion?"

"I don't know," Harry replied as he let the towel drop.

Ry ran his wand down his body and Harry shivered slightly at the feeling. The man would pause at certain spots to go deeper into the healing or would place his hand on an area as he worked.

"I'll ask Draco to take some blood and magic samples, just in case," Ry told him as he focused on the left side of his stomach. "What we took when we found you, we couldn't use due to the amount of healing magic that had been used on you."

Harry nodded and tried to focus on the wall across from him but memories kept trying to push forward. He needed time to sit down and just try and put them back into order.

"Dad?"

Harry's eyes flicked back to Ry and noticed that he was standing there holding out a pair of jeans.

"You can dress now," Ry offered, as he watched him with concern in his green eyes.

"Thank you," Harry replied as he pulled the pants on.

"You need more sleep," Ry suggested. "Severus mentioned that you haven't been sleeping more than a couple of hours before waking up. I want to give you some sleeping potions."

"No," Harry snapped and Ry stepped back.

"Just for a night or two," Ry amended.

"No," Harry stated, more firmly.

"Okay," Ry conceded. "Come on, let's get some coffee into you."

xXx

Severus watched Blake carefully as he sat next to Dracka at the dining table, a couple of nights later. They had worked out that Blake could focus better with the vampire in the room and Severus had a feeling it was the simple reason that Blake had only one set of memories for the man. He would still zone out and stare off into nowhere but they were able to bring him back with a touch or to call his name. Severus was still concerned but it was still early days.

Severus looked over when the door opened and Kingsley walked in and his eyes flicked back to Blake but the man hadn't noticed him. That behaviour concerned him the most, Blake was always hyperaware of people around him. Kingsley walked towards Severus with a couple of files and a phone in his hand. Blake looked over without any expression and Severus shivered at that.

"Hey, Blake." Kingsley greeted with a smile. "Your phone."

Kingsley placed the device on the table and slid it over towards him. Blake placed his hand over it as he looked at Kinsley and the man shifted slightly under his stare.

"Thank you," Blake intoned.

"I don't think Scorpius got into it," Kingsley remarked as he took a seat at the table and placed the files down. "Not sure if there was anything in there for him to find?"

Blake pressed the home screen button and the phone lit up with the passcode screen. The man just looked at it and the table seemed to hold its breath before Blake entered the code, opening the phone and pushed it towards Dracka. The vampire picked it up and Severus was reminded of other times that Blake and Dracka would work closely together.

"Doesn't look like it," Dracka replied to Kingsley's question as he looked through the phone and history. "Pretty tame really, you could have looked up some interesting internet pages at least, Blake."

"Not everyone's internet history needs to be eased every day, Dracka." Blake snapped back and Severus could feel Kingsley relaxing slightly next to him.

Kingsley slid the files towards Severus.

"More files from the battle and what we have found," Kingsley explained. "Also, Alison Malfoy's statement."

Severus took the files and flicked the first one open, to see a close-up photo of the silver cuffs on Blake's wrists and a photo of the runes on them.

"We're still working them out," Kingsley mentioned as his eyes flicked up.

Severus looked up to see Blake watching them.

"The silver cuffs," Severus told him and slid the two photos over the table towards him.

Blake picked up the photos and looked them over.

"Do you have a pen?" Blake requested and Dracka pulled one out. "They are magic suppressors."

"Do they block his magic completely?" Kingsley questioned.

"No," Blake answered as he started to write on the back of one of the photos. "In most witches or wizards, they do, but more powerful magic users can still use a small amount of magic."

"They are on Scorpius's wrists, now." Kingsley added.

"They will not completely block his power," Blake replied distractingly as he filled the back of one of the photos with writing and flipped the other over. "These ones are a key and lock style. Locked with dark magic and opened with light. It's a fail-safe. These are an early type, basic really."

Blake ran out of space and looked around. Kingsley pulled out his notebook and slid it across the table.

"Thank you," Blake said, focused on writing. "They need to be set to one person, to stop anyone that has light magic from taking them off his wrists. If you boost them up, it should stop him from using any magic without a wand. I've written the instructions out here and the runes that need to be added into them."

Blake finished writing and looked up at the three men looking at him.

"What?" Blake uttered and looked around, his eyes unsure.

"Nothing, love." Severus purred.

"Um, Blake." Dracka muttered into the silence.

"What?" Blake asked, looking at the vampire who was holding up the photo that he'd written on the back of.

"Were you aiming for English?" Dracka inquired.

Blake looked at his writing with a frown.

"For fuck sake," Blake swore. "Get Ry to translate it. I'm going to bed."

Blake flicked the notebook over to Kingsley as he got to his feet with Dracka a step behind him. Severus reached out and snagged up the photo as Blake strolled out of the room, leaving the other two alone at the table. Severus looked down at the swirls and curves of the writing and smirked.

"What is it?" Kingsley asked as he stared at the writing.

"Parseltongue," Severus replied in amusement.

"How's he doing, Severus?" Kingsley inquired.

"He's getting better," Severus replied with a sigh. "His memory is a little hit and miss. He gets distracted and zones out. The head wound is still healing, Ry believes that once the swelling goes down completely that it might make the difference. Then he has moments like before where he acts like normal, well, his normal."

Kingsley placed his hand on the file on the table.

"I'm surprised he's doing as well as he is," Kingsley sighed. "That report is not pleasant reading. I've also seen what it did to Scorpius. He may not have been held for long but Scorpius made use of the time."

"He's strong, Kingsley." Severus stated as he picked up his coffee.

"Alison Malfoy wants to see him."

"Why?"

"She just made the request," Kingsley replied. "We have her at the Death Eater Prison. She goes on trial next month. Closed court, of course."

"I'll talk to him about it," Severus conceded, reluctantly. "Next week, we'll give him time to recover first. Something doesn't add up with that woman."

"Yes," Kingsley said in agreement. "I agree completely."

xXx

Harry woke with a start without knowing what had woken him. He glanced over to find the Vampire curled up around his lover and he frowned, unsure how that had come about. He pulled himself from the bed without waking them and looked down at the two men. They both faced away from him and he shifted until he could see Severus's sleeping face.

An image of the man's face twisted in rage as he threw a spell at him flashed into his mind and he flinched back. He ran a shaking hand through his hair before turning away from the bed and heading towards the door. He walked out into the hallway and just kept walking, unsure about where he was going. It just felt good to move.

The mansion looked both familiar and yet strange to him as he wandered. The shadows creating shapes as the moonlight flittering through the windows. He would start every now and again, thinking he would see something but when he turned. Nothing was there and he knew it was his magic sight playing games with him.

"Blake?"

Harry started at the voice and spun around to see a blonde-haired man standing there in tailor made black pants and a dark blue dress shirt with black robes over the top. He could see two sets of memories fighting over the man's features and his hand came up to his head ached.

"Blake?" The man asked again as he stepped closer.

"Malfoy," Harry chocked out as the memories tried to settle, but he knew they weren't in order and may not be about the man before him.

"Draco," The man amended with a smile. "Malfoy is only for when you catch me drugging your coffee."

Harry shook his head slightly as the pain eased off.

"What are you doing up so late?" Draco asked after a few seconds. "I was working in the lab and was just going to get some food, are you hungry?"

Harry looked back at the blonde as his memories started to sort themselves out and Draco waited him out.

"You wanted blood and magic samples?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Draco said with a soft smile. "In case they gave you a potion. I'm not sure I'll find much, after all this time, since it has been almost three weeks since you were captured."

"You want to take it now?" Harry added.

"If you want." Draco replied, with an odd look in his eyes. "The lab is just back this way."

Draco led the way and Harry followed him as he looked the blonde over. Draco held the door open for him.

"Take a seat," Draco offered.

"Draco," Harry stated and the blonde looked back at him. "Tell me your story?"

"Story?" Draco echoed as he picked up what he needed.

"How do I know you?" Harry inquired.

"You don't remember me?" Draco questioned and Harry could see concern in his pale eyes.

"I know two Draco Malfoys," Harry confessed as he sprawled out in the chair, making Draco's lips twitch in a smile.

"Well," Draco started as he moved over to Harry. "Your son and I started school together…"

Harry closed his eyes as Draco told him his story as he took his blood and magic samples. While the man spoke, he picked out the memories that he wanted of this man, placing them in order and looking for other memories connected to them. Like wards, memories were linked in his mind and he just had to work out how they were connected and bring them back into order. He pushed the other ones not related to Draco's stories to the side, he would deal with them later. He smiled softly as Draco spoke about living with them at Hogwarts while he did his apprenticeship and how much trouble Harry would get into with Albus and the rest of the staff.

How the Department of Mysteries would give him toys to bring back to the school and how he had taught classes in magic that even adult witches and wizards hadn't seen before. He slitted his eyes open and watched the blonde as he spoke about his work and the hospital and how Ry owed him for his last batch of potions.

The door of the lab opening, sometime later, startled both of them. They looked up to see Severus standing there in just his pants and with his dress shirt open. His eyes locked on Harry sprawled out in the chair and he sighed in relief.

"Severus," Draco greeted with a smirk. "Join us."

Severus stalked into the room and closed the door behind him just as a loud bang and swearing sounded from the other side.

"And the vampire as well," Draco conceded with a smirk. "You two are starting to become a tag team."

Severus glared at Draco before he pulled the door open and Dracka stumbled into the room with a glare at Severus. The man just gave him a smirk while Harry watched them.

"I was just telling Blake about the time that he accidently changed the wards on the school, which made everyone that was an Animagus get stuck in their forms until he could work out what he'd done wrong," Draco commented lightly.

Dracka barked a laugh.

"Oh, god." Severus moaned. "Minerva gave us the 'professor look' for a month. I don't know how I also got the blame for that."

"By association," Dracka stated with a grin.

"How did you not get blamed then?" Severus snapped.

"Fast talking," Dracka replied. "Very fast talking and possibly some cat nip from Blake's supply."

The three men looked over at him and Harry got the feeling that he should say something but didn't know what. Severus's eyes flicked to the glass vials full of blood and he shared a look with Draco.

"Right there?" Dracka asked, looking at Harry.

"Me?" Harry uttered as he sat sprawled out in his chair.

"Yes," Dracka replied as he stepped smoothly towards him.

"Think so," Harry replied, but he got the feeling he didn't say the right thing as the others watched him. "Why?"

Dracka crouched down beside him and reached out a hand.

Suddenly Harry got an image in his head of blood on his hands and the feeling of a sword's hilt. Of dark magic swirling around him, angry red eyes blazing in the night and bodies laid out around him. His chair crashed to the ground as he bolted out of it and stumbled back.

"Blake!"

He froze, standing there, panting as he looked at his clean hands. He glanced over to see Dracka standing very still as Severus and Draco watched him carefully.

"I…" Harry started to say as he looked at Dracka.

Other images crowded around in his head, before he could focus back on the vampire.

"Blake?" Dracka whispered.

"I killed your brother." Harry whispered hoarsely. "I killed him."

Severus took a step closer but Dracka held up his hand.

Harry fell to his knees as he looked at his hands as the night replayed in his head. Overlapped by the images of the man he had known, a man he had killed and also a man that had been his friend in another time. He started slightly as Dracka knelt next to him, he looked over at the vampire with large eyes and whined softly.

Dracka grabbed him gently and pulled him close. Harry tucked his head into his chest as Dracka ran his hands up and down his back as he tried to sort out the memories. He felt the man sniff his neck and he tilted his head to the side, but Dracka didn't bite down and he whimpered.

"You have just given blood," Dracka whispered in his ear. "I can't take any more while you are recovering."

Harry went limp in the vampire's hold as the other man held him. He started to feel sleepy as Dracka's skin warmed up.

"Is he out?" Draco asked softly.

"Almost."

"I'll run these tomorrow," Draco replied. "Hopefully there is nothing there and we can rule out any poisons or potions, once and for all."

The room fell into silence as Harry slipped into exhausted sleep.