Severus woke slowly with a smashing headache and no idea what had happened. He groaned softly as his head pounded and he had a feeling that he was forgetting something as he blinked his eyes open.

"Back with us?"

Severus rolled his eyes towards the voice to see Dracka grinning down at him and he groaned.

"What happened?" Severus whispered.

"Blake knocked you out," Dracka said with a wide grin.

"Blake knocked me out," Severus repeated slowly as his head pounded. "Did he have a good reason for doing that?"

"Yep," Dracka replied as he leaned back in his seat. "Knocked you out cold for two days."

Severus groaned again and grabbed his head.

"Draco left some pain potions here for you," Dracka added. "As well as some other ones, you'll have to work out which is which. It would help if he labelled the bloody things! This is how potion accidents happen."

Severus cracked his eyes open to glare up at the vampire but the man just grinned. Severus then frowned, he couldn't feel the link to Blake.

"He broke through the link," Dracka said quickly. "He's fine, still out, but fine."

"What did he do?" Severus groaned.

He slowly pulled himself into a sitting position and looked the potions over on the bedside table. He looked around for Blake but he wasn't there and he frowned even more. He looked at Dracka, when he didn't answer his question.

"Where is he?" Severus asked as he picked up the right potions.

"He's still at the prison," Dracka replied, watching him carefully.

"Prison?" Severus inquired with a frown as he took one of the potions. "What is he doing there?"

Dracka stilled and Severus glanced over at him.

"What do you remember?"

"Kingsley had come around with some papers for Blake to sign and he was standing out in the storm," Severus recalled with a frown.

"That was three days ago," Dracka informed him as he leaned forward. "We went with Blake to the prison to see Scorpius. He had used magic, Blake was going to look at the cuffs. It didn't go to plan."

Severus frowned as his headache eased and the memories started to filter back into his mind and he nodded slowly.

"Remember now?" Dracka asked softly.

"Yes," Severus whispered. "Did Blake flare his magic?"

"Yes," Dracka confirmed then smirked. "You should see the room."

"Why is he still at the prison and not here?" Severus stated as he picked up another potion.

"Ry likes this house," Dracka replied mildly but Severus could see the concern in the other man's eyes. "He's with him now."

"What really happened?" Severus inquired as he fiddled with the empty glass vial.

"It was a set up," Dracka told him as he leaned forward in the chair beside the bed. "We walked him into a trap, Severus."

Severus paled as he looked at the other man.

"Explain," Severus hissed, his tone deadly.

Dracka gave him a soft smile before doing just that.

xXx

Harry woke with a jolt and was out of the bed quickly. The world around him in monochromes of black and white as the dark magic raged in his blood. He could only just hold on it as he stopped it from flaring out. He was pissed and the magic of the Deathly Hallows agreed with him.

"Dad!"

His eyes flicked over to Ry and the man scrambled quickly away from him with wide eyes. So, Harry knew his eyes weren't green as the dark magic of the Hallows howled and burnt in his blood. It pushed on his thoughts and took over his sight. He stalked across the room and smashed the door open with Ry behind him. He set off every alarm in the building and Aurors poured out towards him but they stopped dead, when they saw him. He didn't care, he had only one thought in his mind.

"Let him through!" Ry barked and Aurors scrambled out of his way.

He stalked down the hallway, he knew who he was looking for and where he was. He could hear Ry talking quickly behind him but he ignored it, knowing the man was calling Dracka and Severus. He could feel the dark magic crackling along his skin as a live thing and he welcomed it. The dark magic a comforting fire in his veins as he closed in on his prey.

"Keep the vampire away," Harry ordered, turning to Ry and the man flinched back.

"Blake?"

Harry turned back around to face Kingsley and the man pulled back sharply with wide eyes.

"Out of the way," Harry whispered and the man stepped to the side.

Harry stalked down the hallway until he came to Scorpius's cell.

"Open it," Harry ordered.

"Blake," Kingsley pleaded with him as he held his hands out. "Just calm down."

Harry turned to the man and the Auror held his ground but his expression gave him away.

"Open it," Harry repeated. "Or I will."

Kingsley paused for just a second before pulling the door open. Harry stalked into the room and towards the bed. He grabbed Scorpius's arm and jolted him awake with the dark magic crackling along his skin. The man woke with a gasp and Harry pulled him roughly from the bed, his magic giving him added strength. He half dragged/half marched the man down the hallways as Aurors scrambled out of his way, his vision still in grey tones.

He hauled the man out into the courtyard at the back of the building and flung him out onto the grass. The light rain fell in a soft mist around them as Harry followed the man out. Scorpius landed hard and quickly scrambled to his knees as he looked up at him with wide eyes as Harry stood over him.

"Going to kill me, Harry?" Scorpius scoffed. "In front of all these Aurors? Going to hang for killing a Malfoy in cold blood!"

Harry crouched down and let the dark magic at his fingertips touch the ground. As the magic hit the ground, it burnt into the grass under him and Scorpius paled.

"Did you think that your plan would work?" Harry asked softly, feeling the magical signals of the people behind him and Kingsley barking orders. "That I would let what you did go unpunished? The last person that tortured me, I killed him…twice."

Harry lips twisted up in a parody of a smile and Scorpius scrambled back across the ground, Harry let him. Watching him as the rain ran down his back and face, plastering his hair to his forehead, his vision in shadows. The dark magic at his fingertips hissing slightly as it hit the ground and brushed his skin. A fire burning at the core of him, spurring him on.

"So, you would kill me!" Scorpius shouted as his eyes flicked around, but no one stepped forward to help him.

"In front of all these Aurors?" Harry questioned.

"Yes!"

"Without a second thought," Harry replied mildly, ignoring the whispers behind him.

He paced slowly towards Scorpius and called his elder wand to his hand. The blonde's eyes widened at the act and he started to tremble slightly. Harry's memories were nothing in comparison to the man before him. From those glimpses Scorpius should know what he was capable of, what he was willing to do.

"Would any of them stop me?" Harry continued, his voice just above a whisper and yet heard by everyone. "No, they wouldn't."

Scorpius jumped to his feet and stood up with his arms out to the side, with a slight mad glint in his eyes. Harry smirked as fear entered the man's eyes as he stalked closer. Scorpius had nowhere to go with the brick wall of the neighbouring property, caging him in.

"Then do it, Harry!" Scorpius yelled. "Kill an unarmed man on a Ministry property! Prove to everyone that you are a Dark Wizard with the power of a Dark Lord!"

"No one in the wizarding world is in doubt that I am a Dark Wizard, Scorpius." Harry said softly as the man looked at him with wide eyes. "No one doubts that I am capable of murder, I did kill a Dark Lord after all. Shot him right in the head. He was not the first Dark Lord that I have killed, nor do I think that he will be the last."

Harry took another step closer.

"Dad!" Ry yelled from behind him but no one moved forward to stop him.

Harry kept moving until he stood within arm's length of the other man and looked him in the eyes. Colour started coming back to his sight and Scorpius paled. The dark magic still dancing across his skin as the rain washed over him and dribbled down his face. His lips twisted up into a goading smile.

"Do it!" Scorpius hissed. "You don't have the guts, Harry Potter! To kill in cold blood."

"My son is Harry Potter, Scorpius, and a better man than I am." Harry stated softly but his voice carried. "I am Blake Sun, a man you should fear more than Harry Potter. Do you know what Blake Sun is capable of? You hold some of those memories…"

Harry moved quicker than any eye could follow as he grabbed Scorpius's wrist and with a pull and twist had the man pinned to the ground. He planted his knee into Scorpius's back and pushed the other man's face into the ground. He twisted both of the man's wrists behind his back and Scorpius cried out in pain. Harry grabbed the silver cuffs as dark magic crackled in the air. He glanced up to see the Aurors being held back by Kingsley, Ry and Severus.

The group were quiet as they looked at him as the rain ran down his back and he gave them a grin that had them shifting. Harry taped into his light magic and it mixed with the dark magic already sliding across his skin.

"Kingsley," Harry called out and the man took a step forward but no more. "Are you keyed to his cuffs?"

"Yes," Kingsley replied, his voice thin.

"Come here," Harry ordered.

Kingsley hesitated slightly before Ry gave him a push forward. The man glared over his shoulder at Ry before moving to stand next to Harry. Harry rocked back and between him and Kingsley they got Scorpius to his feet.

"Try to escape and I will kill you," Harry hissed in Scorpius's ear. "Kingsley hold his wrists over the cuffs."

Kingsley followed his orders as Harry stepped in front of the man. He looked Scorpius in the eyes and broke into the man's mind roughly, making him cry out. He would have fallen if Kingsley hadn't had a grip on his wrists. Harry roughly built up a block with his wizard power around the man's core to stop him from pulling on any dark or light power. It wouldn't stop him from accessing his wizard core but that's what the cuffs were for.

"What are you doing?" Scorpius snarled.

Harry grinned, making the blonde shiver. He finished the block and moved to the man's side and placed a hand on the silver cuffs and pulled his elder wand. He taped into his dark magic and the Hallows burned as his sight dropped back into black and white before tapping into his light magic. He groaned softly at the burning in his veins, each type of magic fighting the other before he could find a balance between them.

"Blake?" Kingsley whispered.

Harry ignored him as he poured magic into the cuffs both dark and light, tangling them together. He picked up Kingsley's magical signature, tying it all together as he wrote out the runes in the air with his wand as he worked. Scorpius started yelling and struggling and Ry and Severus rushed forward to help hold him. Harry tuned him out as he continued to work but he couldn't block the man's words completely.

"You know that he will kill you all!"

"He's just as much a dark creature as that vampire he fucks!"

"That dark magic has twisted his mind and he will snap!"

Harry finished up and pulled back to look the blonde in the eyes as he yelled abuse at him.

"Anything else you want to say?" Harry asked calmly and colour came back to his sight as he let his magic go.

"Plenty," Scorpius hissed. "How would the people around you react if they knew what you have done?"

"Who's to say I haven't told them?" Harry said blandly as he looked at the blonde. "I don't hide who I am."

"Ha!" Scorpius barked. "They don't even call you by your real name, Harry!"

"And you do?" Harry countered as his eyes flicked to the three men holding Scorpius.

"Yes!"

"Does it really matter what they call me?" Harry asked as he cocked his head to the side. "Or is a person's name everything?"

"Yes!" Scorpius yelled.

"Let him go," Harry ordered.

"Blake?" Severus whispered.

"Let him go," Harry repeated.

The three men released Scorpius and the man rubbed his arms as his eyes darted around.

"Please try to escape," Harry offered with a smile. "I need an excuse."

Scorpius sneered.

"Brave with your minions backing you up," Scorpius snarled.

Harry sighed and turned his back on the man and started to walk back towards the prison's door.

"Harry!" Scorpius yelled behind him.

Harry kept walking.

"Potter!"

Harry shivered as rain ran down his back.

"He made one hell of a mess when he killed your lover!" Scorpius yelled and Harry paused. "And your children! The blood from one side of the room to the other! He torn them apart!"

Harry turned slowly to face the blonde. Kingsley stood to the man's right while Ry was being held back by Severus to his left.

"I wasn't aware you had a death wish." Harry hissed, his eyes flashing. "I see that you missed out on your father's intelligence."

"I bet she screamed as he ripped into her!" Scorpius yelled, with a mad glint to his eyes. "She probably died calling out your name and you weren't there! You were never there for anyone but yourself!"

Harry felt rage flood through him and it seemed like everyone held their breath around him.

"What was her name again?" Scorpius asked. "That's right…Alissa."

Harry's eyes narrowed on the blonde.

"Do you think that they won't find your lovers now?" Scorpius asked. "That they won't be killed in the same way? Just meat and rivers of blood!"

Severus paled as he held Ry, who looked ready to kill the blonde himself.

"Don't you remember, Harry?" Scorpius hissed with a sneer. "Don't you remember what took you to the edge of madness? What you walked away from?"

"No," Harry replied. "No, I don't."

Scorpius tapped his temple, "I do."

Harry stepped forward until he was even with Severus and grabbed his hand.

"Kingsley," Harry said roughly. "He's all yours."

Harry tugged on Severus's hand and his dark eyes locked with him. Harry gave him a small smile before looking over at Ry. The man was focused on the blonde and his eyes were blazing green.

"Harry!" Harry snapped and his son started and looked at him. "Let's go."

Ry must have seen something in him for he hurried towards him and slung his arm over his shoulders as they turned away.

"Potter!"

Harry ignored the man as Ry shifted his hand to rest on his back. Severus falling into step behind them. Harry trusted Kingsley to have their backs as they walked back towards the prison and the Aurors.

"I bet she screamed as he took her!" Scorpius yelled and Harry tensed but Ry kept them moving. "Harry! You're a coward, walking away from all your problems!"

Severus laid a hand on his back as the Aurors parted before him as Scorpius continued to yell after him. They turned back when they heard a thud to see Scorpius sprawled out on the grass and Kingsley flicking his hand. It looked like the man's patience had run out as a few Aurors rushed forward to help him. The three men strolled into the prison as Harry started to feel light headed as the adrenaline wore off.

"Are you going to pass out?" Ry uttered.

"Haven't made my mind up yet," Harry replied.

Severus snorted, Harry stopped them in the hallway and looked the taller man over. He was pale but his dark eyes glinted as he watched him back.

"Sorry," Harry apologised. "I tried to block it as much as I could."

"Still knocked him out for two days," Ry remarked from beside him. "He can yell at you later. You need to get out of here."

"I'll get our wands," Severus offered and hurried off down the hallway without a word and Harry sighed.

Ry lead them through the hallways and out into the main reception area of the prison, Harry could feel himself slipping. Both mentally and physically from the amount of magic that he'd used and the memories pushing at him. Ry grunted as Harry stumbled into his side.

"Dad?" Ry whispered.

"Slipping," Harry muttered.

"Severus!"

Harry shook his head as the Hallows raged in his blood. The colours faded around him as he felt someone else get under his other arm as his head dropped.

"He said he's slipping," Ry hissed.

"In what way?" Severus asked

"I don't know," Ry replied. "Let's get him home."

Suddenly a darkness came over his vision and he went limp. He could hear cursing as his mind slipped. He'd pushed too far, now he would pay the price. For there was always a price to pay.

xXx

Dracka paced back and forth at the front of the house in frustration. It took everything in him not to apparate to the prison, when he'd heard the fear in Ry's voice. The only thing keeping him at the house was Blake's order. If the man didn't want him there, then there had to be a very good reason. His head whipped up when Ry and Severus apparated with Blake slung between them. He dashed down the lawn then pulled up sharply at the smell of magic around them as the demon pushed forward roughly. He scrambled back from them, almost slipping on the grass, as Severus looked over at him with a frown.

"You sink!" Dracka snapped as he kept his distance.

"Dad's magic," Ry explained.

"Are you sure?" Dracka asked, keeping his distance.

"Yes," Ry answered. "His mixed magic."

"Ah," Dracka stuttered. "Is he out?"

Dracka looked at Severus for an answer.

"I don't know," Severus uttered. "The link isn't there."

"Nothing?" Ry questioned with a frown.

"Nothing," Severus repeated and Dracka could see the pain in the man's eyes.

They towed Blake through to the bedroom and laid him out on the bed. His eyes were closed and he looked pale. Dracka stepped closer as the demon growled softly in his mind. The man didn't smell right and it was putting him on edge as the urge to feed off him to confirm it was Blake pushed at his mind.

"His eyes turned black?" Ry half said, half asked as he looked at Severus.

"Yes," Severus confirmed then shivered.

Dracka crept closer to Blake, the smell of the man's mixed magic on the air. He wasn't sure what he thought of that as his demon started to settle. He was so used to Blake's dark magic that this more equal mix was different and felt wrong to him. Severus watched him carefully as Dracka eased himself down on the side of the bed and reached out to touch Blake's hand.

Ry had pulled his wand and was slowly run it down Blake's body, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"He isn't out," Ry reported. "More zoned out, similar to magic shock. It's probably best we just let him rest and recover in his own time."

"What did he do?" Dracka asked softly.

Ry and Severus shared a look, this was going to take a while to explain to the vampire.

xXx

Harry woke slowly with a pounding headache and a burning in his blood. He slowly blinked his eyes open and couldn't feel anyone with him in the bed as his eyes caught on his hands before him. He groaned softly as he rolled onto his back as what he'd done and what Scorpius had tried to do came back to him.

He slowly slipped out of the bed and looked around the bedroom that he was in before stumbling towards the bathroom. He laid his forehead on the cool tiles as the water ran over his back, loosening the tight muscles. He knew he had used too much magic, too quickly and his pounding head was telling him how much of an idiot he'd been.

"Blake?" Severus called from the doorway.

Harry looked at him through the glass before straightening up. He let his hand rest on the tiles to keep himself standing. Severus cursed as he rushed forward. The man opened the glass door and turned the taps off as he looked him over.

"Can you move?" Severus asked.

"Slowly," Harry slurred as Severus grabbed a towel.

Severus quickly towelled him down before getting under his arm and helping him back to the bed. Harry just focused on his steps, feeling the burning in his veins as a soft heat, like a fire on a cold night. Severus sat him down on the bed.

"I'll get Ry," Severus announced before leaving the room.

Harry gently flopped back on the bed with the towel still wrapped around his waist and closed his eyes. Harry started awake and grabbed the wrist belonging to the hand on his shoulder before recognising Ry and releasing him quickly.

"Gee," Ry grumbled with a slight grin as he rubbed his wrist. "You have a tight grip."

Dracka barked a laugh and gave the man a leer and Ry blushed.

"Sorry," Harry said softly. "Fell asleep."

"You could sleep anywhere," Ry muttered in amusement as he looked at him with his legs still over the side of the bed and the man held his hand out to him.

Harry took his hand and the man pulled slightly to help him sit up and his head pounded. He grabbed his head and Severus held a potion out to him. He squeezed his eyes closed as his grip tightened on his head as he waited the pain out. When he opened his eyes again, it was to Severus's dark eyes looking up at him as the man crouched before him with his hands on his knees and Dracka's dark power at his back.

"Back with us?" Severus whispered.

"For now," Harry replied and Severus gave him a soft smile.

Severus picked up the potion and held it out. Harry took it and passed the empty vial back as the potion worked slowly to ease off the headache. He looked up at Ry to see his son looking at him with an odd look in his eyes.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Your eyes turned black," Ry said, nervously.

"Yes," Harry agreed.

Ry sighed a breath and Harry could see the tension ease out of him.

"Why?" Severus questioned as he sat down next to him on the bed. "I've never seen them turn black before."

"The dark magic took over," Harry told them and Dracka sucked in a breath. "It was pissed and so was I."

Ry snorted but his eyes were still intense.

"You are due at the Ministry, the day after tomorrow at four," Ry remarked. "I was under orders to call Kingsley when you woke up and Dogwood has set up the meeting down in the Department."

Harry sighed and grabbed his head as Severus rubbed his back and shoulders. He knew he would pay a price for what he did. It looked like his magic wasn't the only thing taking a piece of him.

"Sorry, Dad." Ry apologised. "I was under orders or in Dogwood's words under threat of castration."

"Not your fault," Harry replied as he looked up at Ry. "Can't blame you for my stupidity."

"After everything that you have been through, Blake." Severus said. "No one could blame you, even if you had killed the bastard."

Harry just sighed and said nothing as Severus rubbed his back.

"I think I'll go back to sleep," Harry whispered. "I'm not feeling well."

Severus's hand paused on his back.

"Do you want anything?" Severus asked.

"No…thank you."

"Dad?" Ry uttered and Harry looked up at his son.

Ry just looked at him and Harry was sure that the man was having trouble finding the right words. Harry saved him from finding them.

"I'm tired," Harry stated. "Can you wake me for dinner?"

"Sure," Ry said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Ry grabbed his shoulder before leaving the room.

"Blake?" Severus questioned.

Harry turned to him and dark eyes locked with his.

"Are you okay?" Severus asked in concern.

"I'm tired," Harry uttered.

Severus nodded and stood up as Dracka moved so that Harry could wiggle under the covers. Severus grabbed up the towel as Harry curled up in the bed and turned away from the two men. He started slightly as a cool body slipped under the covers with him and wrapped an arm around his waist and he relaxed back into Dracka. He closed his eyes as the potion helped pull him down into sleep.

When he woke two hours later screaming, Dracka didn't say anything, he just held him as he shook.

xXx

Severus looked over at Blake in concern that night. The man had barely said two words since he'd woken up. Dracka had reported that he hadn't slept long before nightmares had woken him and he was concerned. He wasn't zoning out or anything like that. He was just quiet and he was concerned with the words that Scorpius had hurled at the other man, had hit him hard. Not to mention that they didn't know what had gone on when Scorpius had had a mind link with Blake.

"Coffee?" Severus asked.

Blake looked over at him with hollow eyes.

"No, thank you." Blake replied and Severus's gut clenched.

Dracka paused with his fork halfway to his mouth at Blake's words. Severus couldn't even use the connection with him, due to the fact that Blake hadn't picked it up, and that concerned him even more. His eyes caught on the ring on Blake's finger as the man played with his food more than ate it. Dracka and Severus spoke quietly as they ate but both their thoughts were on the silent man beside them.

"Hey," Draco greeted as he wandered into the kitchen with a box in his hands, which he placed to the side of the table. "Potter wanted me to drop these off here. The Aurors are now taking it as a challenge to get through my charms to get into the box."

Blake picked up a pen on the table and pulled the box close. The other three men watched him as he started to write a few runes on the cardboard.

"Place your hand there, Draco." Blake ordered.

Draco placed his hand where Blake indicated.

"State your name," Blake told him.

"Draco Malfoy," Draco stated with a frown and Blake added another rune next to his hand.

"And who the box is for," Blake whispered.

"Harry Potter."

"Done," Blake announced as he laid the pen on the table. "Give them that for a challenge."

Blake got up from his seat and walked out of the room without a word. The three men looked between the box and where Blake had gone. Draco removed his hand to look over the runes that Blake had drawn and frowned.

"These are not as neat as he normally writes," Draco pointed out as he turned the box for the other two to see.

Severus had to agree, Blake was normally very careful with how straight and how far apart each rune would be placed. The characters on the box were just roughly placed there and some were even overlapping slightly. Dracka reached forward to touch the box but his hand stopped an inch before it.

Severus frowned and reached out but seemed to hit a barrier just before his hand could touch it. It felt like there was a glass dome over the box as he slid his hand down the side and tried to push it but it wouldn't budge.

"Interesting," Severus muttered. "He always seems to have some kind of trick up his sleeve."

Draco just picked up the box without a problem before placing it back down and taking a couple of potions out and passing them to Severus.

"He won't take them," Severus told him as he looked at the sleeping potions that Draco had given him.

"He needs the sleep," Draco replied mildly.

"We know he needs the sleep," Dracka snapped in frustration.

"Blake even knows he needs the sleep," Severus added. "He won't take them."

"There is always slipping it into his coffee," Draco smirked.

"He didn't want one when I offered," Severus uttered and Draco started.

"Because he didn't want one?" Draco questioned. "Or because he thinks that we had drug it?"

Severus just waved his hand, either was a possibility.