A/N: So yeah, I was a little iffy about this chapter. Hope you enjoy.
xXx
Miller watched Blake as the man sat at the table while they waited for Dogwood to arrive. Kingsley sat next to him with a few files spread out across the table and was reading through one. Miller's eyes as drawn back to Blake again, the man wasn't doing anything except sitting there but he knew him well and could see the tiredness in him. Blake looked up and caught his eye and he gave the man a soft smile, but Blake just looked away. He was concerned about him and what he had been through. The mess with Scorpius at the prison wasn't helping and it was also the reason they were here today.
The men looked up when Dylan Dogwood, Head of the Department of Mysteries, entered the room with a paper in his hand and slammed it down in front of Blake. The man tensed slightly before glancing at the headline. He gave a sigh before pulling his left leg up onto the edge of the seat and wrapped his arm around it. Blake looked small and harmless as he sat there but everyone in the room knew different. Miller reached out and snagged up the paper as Dylan took a seat at the table and looked Blake over.
'Blake Sun, Harry Potter's father or a future Harry Potter?
Blake Sun, the holder of the Deathly Hallows and Harry Potter's father or is he just a liar? A concerned wizard has contacted this paper with information that Blake Sun is a future self of Harry Potter…'
"We are unsure where the leak has come from," Dylan announced as he looked at Blake but the man wasn't looking at them. "We believe that it may have come from the Auror Department."
"Not from my Department," Kingsley defended. "And the prison has a spell on it to stop anyone from speaking about what happens there to anyone without authority."
"They don't bring up Scorpius's name in here," Miller commented as he looked over the article. "Not really much of any real facts, in fact. I would say that someone is trying to make a connection."
"That is not the reason we are here," Dylan growled. "We are here about what happened at the prison."
Miller looked over at Blake but the man was still just sitting there with his arms wrapped around his leg. He wasn't used to the man being so quiet.
"What the fuck were you thinking!" Dylan suddenly shouted, standing up.
Blake slipped his foot off the chair as he pulled back slightly, but Dylan wasn't shouting at him. He was focused completely on Kingsley.
"You are the Head of the Auror Department and the Death Eater Prison falls under your command!" Dylan yelled. "You let one of my men walk in there and be assaulted! You didn't even think to call me!"
"Blake agreed to come," Kingsley bit back as he stood as well. "We had Scorpius subdued, we had no idea that he had a mind link with Blake."
"Is your memory so short, Shacklebolt!" Dylan roared, his eyes flashing. "Or did you forget the fact that that man had tortured Blake!"
Miller glanced over at Blake and could see the man had turned his head away and was staring down at the floor. Dylan knew how to hit the mark and he felt concern for Blake even if Dylan's anger wasn't directed at him.
"Blake is a member of the Department of Mysteries, Shacklebolt!" Dylan snapped. "He is not an Auror!"
"I am aware of that, Dylan!" Kingsley barked. "We had everything in place. I asked Blake to come to the prison to boost the cuffs. We believed that we had all the bases covered."
"I've read the report, Kingsley." Dylan stated, calming down and his eyes flicked over to Blake. "You should have killed the son of a bitch!"
Blake didn't look up as the three men turned to him.
"Blake?" Miller prompted softly and the man looked up with empty green eyes.
"It's done now," Blake retorted. "He can't do it again."
"He'll fucking rot!" Dylan hissed. "I've asked the Minister to give him the death penalty. You could have saved us the trouble."
"And confirm what they are saying?" Blake uttered.
"What!" Dylan spat and snatched the paper off the table and gave it a shake. "That the man that helped bring down Voldemort and killed a Dark Lord, may have a different name? A man that has done more for this Department and Ministry than any other person before him? A man that has stood up for everyone's rights regardless of blood? That holds Dark Magic and uses it to protect and not destroy!"
Dylan slapped the paper back down onto the table as he stared at Blake. The other man just looked away and the three men shared a look. They could tell that Blake still hadn't recovered. This quiet man concerned them all and he had withdrawn even more since the incident at the prison.
"It probably would have happened anyway." Blake said into the silence, and the three men weren't sure what he was referring to.
"And this Mellissa Sharman?" Kingsley questioned. "There is nothing in her file to send up red flags, but you still have to talk to the goblins to get her file released there."
"It's on my 'to do list'," Blake drawled.
"Push it forward," Dylan ordered. "We need to know more about her."
"I'll do that," Blake replied and Dylan sighed.
"Blake," Dylan barked and the man looked up. "You also need to recover."
"Recover what?" Blake uttered, his green eyes hollow. "My memories, my health or my sanity?"
The three men stilled as they stared at Blake as he looked at each one of them. The man looked beaten down, an age to his eyes. In some ways, they would forget, just how old Blake was until moments like this.
"I don't think you had much sanity to begin with," Dylan growled into the silence. "Not with the plans you have come up with and that fuck up with Miller's team that time. Once someone starts throwing dark magic around and taking over department teams, while just being a curse breaker, their sanity does come into question. I'm just glad you didn't want to take over the whole Department. I like telling people what to do…or where to go."
Blake's lips twitched up at those words and a familiar glint came into his eyes.
"He wouldn't do that," Miller remarked with a smirk. "Too much paperwork."
Dylan barked a laugh as Kingsley smirked.
"Now, Shacklebolt," Dylan stated, turning to the man. "The Minister is writing a statement to the papers as we speak. I need to you lock down Scorpius and get this mess sorted with his daughter. Miller, I want you working with Kingsley to get this sorted as quickly as possible. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." Miller said.
"You do remember that I don't fall under your command, Dogwood." Kingsley reminded him mildly.
"You do, when it involves Blake," Dylan growled and Miller noticed that Blake had looked away again. "Blake, I want you to go home until you can bite back again. I feel like I'm kicking a puppy every time I go to yell at you!"
Miller smirked but Blake just nodded.
"Right," Blake said quietly. "I'll be sure to inform the Puppy Kicking Department that you won't be needing them for a while."
"Get out, Sun!" Dylan barked. "Miller, take him back up."
Miller got to his feet as Blake stood. The man could easily disappear into a crowd as he stood there in his black jeans, blue shirt and jacket. Blake glanced over at him before moving to the door to the room with a slight limp. It was still odd to see the man walk without his cane but it didn't seem to matter to Blake. They walked out into the main room of the Department. A few people looked up and gave them a nod but Miller was more focused on watching Blake. He reached out and grabbed the man's arm and Blake turned to him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes?" Blake asked.
"We have stood by you through everything so far, Blake." Miller whispered. "We'll stand by you in this as well."
Blake sighed and rubbed a hand over his head before focusing back on Miller, a little more life to his green eyes.
"Thank you, Bob." Blake offered with a small smile.
Miller then smirked.
"Puppy Kicking Department?" Miller questioned.
"I won't tell the RSPCA," Blake said with a smirk.
Miller gave the man a grin and Blake returned it as Miller felt the tension in his shoulders ease.
"Hey and if you weren't around," Miller mused. "I would be the puppy he would be kicking."
Blake huffed a laugh and clapped a hand on the shoulder.
"Can't have that," Blake replied and they turned back toward the lifts to take them back up to the foyer.
xXx
Harry sprawled out in the armchair over-looking the garden as Severus and Dracka watched something on the television behind him. They spoke quietly and he let the noise roll over him as he closed his eyes. It could have gone so much worse at the Ministry and he was lucky to have such good people on his side.
The mess at the prison could have ripped down everything that he'd built but instead it had pulled them closer together. His mind kept coming back to Alison Malfoy and the puzzle of her birth. He let his mind wander as he brought up memories of what Scorpius had told him and their links. He placed them into order in his mind and something still didn't add up.
He was sure that time magic had something to do with it just not in what way. He opened his eyes and pulled out a notebook and a pen and started writing as he pulled up conversations in his mind. He shifted through memories over time in no order until he paused.
"Aged every year," Harry muttered as he tapped his pen on the notebook. "He aged every year and everyone had grown old."
Harry looked over to Severus and Dracka and noticed Severus's hand on the vampire's knee as they watched tv.
"How old would you say Alison Malfoy would be?" Harry asked the two men.
Twin dark eyes looked over at him.
"Thirties," Dracka replied.
"Late thirties," Severus guessed.
"Scorpius said that time magic got mixed up in the Dark Ritual and he jumped forward in time but aged every year," Harry recited and the two men started. "But that doesn't add up because of his daughter. He didn't have a daughter before the ritual and if he jumped forward in time than why would he say that everyone aged around him except me?"
Both men just looked at him and Harry frowned.
"What?" Harry questioned.
"You just remembered this?" Severus asked carefully.
"Yes," Harry replied as his frown deepened.
"I think you need some sleep, Blake." Severus suggested.
Harry stilled as he looked at the two men, he could see concern but also doubt and it hurt. He could see where they are coming from as he rubbed a hand over his head and nodded. He also knew that Severus's words were true, he needed sleep to allow his mind to recover.
"Yeah, okay." Harry uttered.
He pulled himself to his feet and walked out of the room, leaving the two men behind.
xXx
"Did you understand any of that?" Dracka asked.
Severus just sighed and rubbed Dracka's leg.
"I think the memories just come to him," Severus replied with a sigh. "But without context, it's hard to work out what he means."
Dracka shifted around until he was straddling the other man's thighs and Severus grabbed his hips.
"He just needs more time," Severus whispered.
Dracka cupped his face before leaning forward and kissed him. Severus grabbed the other man's ass and pulled him close as he deepened the kiss.
xXx
Harry had just made it back to the bedroom they shared before he remembered the notebook that he'd been writing in. He walked back to the room that he'd been in on the other side of the house. He stilled as he hear a soft growl before he crept forward and glanced into the room. Dracka was sprawled out on the rug with Severus between his legs. He could feel the slight magic in the air as he crouched down at the side of the door.
Severus still had his dress shirt on as Dracka had his legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed into the vampire. Both men focused on each other as Dracka growled slightly and Harry felt his own reaction to the sound as he watched the two. The magic around them taking more notice but he could see Dracka pushing it to the side as Severus roughly pushed into the man below him.
Suddenly Dracka looked over and their eyes locked as Severus bit down on the vampire's neck. The man cried out as he came, tipping Severus over the edge. Harry stayed where he was, frozen to the spot. Dracka opened his eyes and nudged Severus. Severus looked over as he panted. Harry looked down and noticed that his hands were shaking slightly.
"Blake?" Severus whispered as he untangled himself from Dracka.
Harry bolted.
He didn't know why, he just had to get away. He skittered through the house, slipping on the wooden floors slightly, out the back door and onto the slightly wet grass. He slipped and he tried to get his feet under him but he wasn't fast enough. Arms like steel wrapped around him from behind and a naked body was pressed against his side. All the energy left him and he went limp in the vampire's grip as a hand ran over his head. He was gently lowered down as Dracka whispered to him as he held him.
"Blake?" Severus gasped.
He felt a hand on his back as Dracka held him, the vampire tilted his chin up to look down at him in concern.
"Are you okay?" Dracka questioned. "What happened? Did you forget?"
Harry just shook his head, unable to speak. Unsure of his own reaction, he was just so tired. Dracka looked up at Severus as he knelt down beside them.
"Come on, Blake." Severus encouraged. "Let's get you to bed."
Dracka pulled him to his feet then let him stand on his own as both men looked at him. He turned away and started to walk back towards the house.
"Blake?" Severus called after him.
He kept going, he felt like a child as he walked into the house and towards one of the bedrooms. A hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping him.
"Blake?" Severus whispered and gave his wrist a slight tug.
Harry turned back to him, the man stood there in just his open shirt with Dracka behind him. Both men looking at him in concern.
"What's wrong?" Severus asked softly. "Was it Dracka and I?"
Harry tugged on his wrist but Severus didn't let go and he felt the whisper of hands grabbing him.
"Did you forget?" Severus questioned.
"No," Harry whispered as he tugged on his wrist again but Severus just tightened his hold.
"Then talk to us?" Severus implored. "Did you panic? Was it the mixed magic? You have to talk to us, Blake."
Harry tried to pull on his wrist but Severus just grabbed his other wrist, holding him in place. Dracka stepped up beside the taller man and looked at him with dark eyes. The feeling of hands increasing as Severus held his wrists in place, stopping him from stepping back.
"Blake?" Dracka whispered. "We've had sex before and you haven't reacted like this."
Harry pulled back but Severus wasn't letting go. He could feel their mixed magic running over his arms and he shivered slightly at the feeling. He looked down at the man's hands wrapped around his wrists.
"Blake!" Severus snapped.
Harry slipped to his knees before them and Severus released his wrists like he'd been burnt. Harry looked down to see the slight red rings around his wrists, over the scaring he knew was there. He flinched when he heard Severus swear as the other man dropped to his knees in front of him and gently picked up his hands.
"Fuck," Severus swore. "Sorry, Blake?"
He felt hands on his shoulders and hands cupping his face and tilting it up to look into Severus's dark eyes. He felt a slight brush against his mind and his eyes widened as Severus looked at him. He wasn't sure if the other man knew he'd done that or not. He was just so tired. He could feel Dracka at his back and with a sigh he let his barriers down and stepped back in his mind. The world sliding away from him as Severus sucked in a breath.
xXx
Severus's hands shook slightly as he looked into the dull eyes of his lover. Unsure if the man had let his guard down intentionally or not. He shifted slightly to a more comfortable position and glanced over at Dracka, holding Blake up.
"What?" Dracka uttered, looking pale. "What is it?"
"He dropped the barriers around his mind," Severus whispered before turning back to the man in front of him. "Blake?"
The man didn't react and Severus grew concerned, he slipped his hands down to the man's shoulders and shook him.
"Blake!" Severus snapped, but the man still didn't respond. "Get him up."
They got him up and he was completely limp and unresponsive between them. His mind gone, even if he was still physically with them.
"I'll call Ry," Dracka whispered.
He slipped his phone out of his pocket as he held Blake's arm over his shoulder. Between them, they got Blake to the bed and laid him out. Glazed over green eyes watched them as Dracka spoke on the phone and Severus knelt on the bed with the other man and looked down at him.
"Ry can't get here until tomorrow morning," Dracka reported.
Severus nodded and brushed his mind against Blake's, but it was like the man had just left his mind open and stepped back. He carefully looked into his green eyes. Why would he just step back? He reached forward with his mind and touched on Blake's. Confusion was what he felt first and he pulled back sharply.
"What are you doing?" Dracka hissed.
"He must have dropped his barriers for a reason?" Severus muttered. "Something made him do it."
Severus gently touched on the man's mind again, seeing flashes of memories. He frowned at the slight lines and connections around him. It was unlike the last time he'd entered Blake's mind after Simpson had been killed. This was something different. He touched on one of the links and memories spread out before him, linked together by common threads. He gasped as he viewed what Blake had been doing. He touched on a memory of them at Hogwarts and could see other ones crowding around, some connected and other not and he frowned. It was like looking at an incomplete puzzle, some pieces made up the picture while others still needed to be slotted into place.
Then he grinned, he knew how he could help the other man.
He tapped into his own memories and picked them up, doubling them over the ones that Blake had linked. He felt Blake take an interest in what he was doing and he sent the man love and trust. He brought forward his memories and strengthened the ones of this time. Why had they not thought of this before? Why had they let Blake struggle under the weight of his own memories?
Blake wrapped around him and he smiled slightly at the feeling. They dived into the memories together. Blake building up the connections as Severus overlapped them with his own, knowing which memories were of him and which weren't. He could understand why Blake had gotten so confused as other memories of him would flash up and he cast them to the side. It was no wonder his talk with Draco had helped him so much, it had given him a foundation to work off.
Neither man knew how long they worked like that until they came to the memory of Severus and Dracka that had set Blake off and he paused. He hadn't realised how much Blake had been a one only person until he picked up on the memories of the three of together and the confusion that Blake had felt. He hadn't thought it through since Blake had been happy with the relationship before his capture and after but as he put that out there. He noticed other linked memories and he frowned. It was never the three of them together. Yes, the three of them were there in some of the memories but it was always just the two of them when they would engage in sex or similar.
He pulled back from that for now and looked back to see so many other memories behind him. He gasped as he saw the time stretched out and could understand why Blake would say that he focused on the now. The shear amount of memories and lives that Blake had lived was staggering. He looked at that bundle of time and started to get an understanding of just how old Blake was. They had always believed that he had lived close to two hundred years. However, as he looked back, that estimate might had been on the light side and he felt amusement from the other man.
'They will fall back into place in time,' Blake whispered. 'They are not important at the moment. They are my history but not the life I live now.'
Severus pulled back from the man's mind and looked down at the shining green eyes of the man on the bed. He glanced over to see Dracka watching them carefully from where he was sprawled out on his stomach on the bed, still naked.
"He didn't know how this had come about," Severus explained. "He was confused."
"That's one way to put it," Blake replied and rubbed his head.
"That was three hours ago," Dracka remarked. "Do you need me to call Ry again."
"Might be a good idea," Blake answered as he sat up and Severus handed him a pain potion. "It's all good now. We don't want him worrying, if he is on a mission."
"Dracka," Severus ordered. "Go get dressed and grab two of Blake's steel swords."
Dracka frowned before leaving and Blake looked over at him with a frown.
"You need to move," Severus told him as he cupped his cheeks and looked into those clear green eyes. "Come on, we'll use the dining room."
Severus eased off the bed and held out his hand to the shorter man. Blake gave him a once over and Severus gave him a leer.
"I feel overdressed," Blake quipped with a grin and Severus pulled him close.
"Better?" Severus murmured in his ear.
"Yes," Blake sighed. "Thank you."
They looked over when Dracka came to the door and Severus gave Blake a push towards the vampire.
"Play nice," Severus drawled.
Blake gave him a lopsided grin as he followed after the vampire, leaving Severus alone in the room. Severus could feel the connection between them strongly and he sighed. He brushed the mixed magic off his skin before heading back to their rooms to dress and watch the show.
xXx
Dracka fondly looked down at Blake sprawled out across the bed, dead to the world. Severus hadn't been wrong when he'd said that Blake had needed to move. He hadn't seen the man hit back so hard before. He rubbed his ribs as they mended and looked up when Severus slipped into the room.
"I don't think we'll be moving him," Severus muttered as they both looked down at Blake. "How's the ribs?"
"Like a mad man went crazy with a sword and fists," Dracka replied, dryly. "Head isn't too great either and I think he was still holding back."
"You'll live," Severus remarked with a smirk. "As Blake always curses; vampire healing. I'm sure you'll be feeling better than he will tomorrow."
Dracka gave Severus a leer and the other man just raised an eyebrow and gave him a slight nod. Dracka flashed his fangs at him and knew that he would be receiving more than just sex tonight. It wasn't often that Severus shared his blood with him. He focused back on Blake.
"What really happened?" Dracka inquired as he took a seat on the bed stiffly and ran a hand over Blake's head.
"He had linked up all the memories in his head," Severus explained. "He just needed help with the connections and to confirm which ones were from this time. I think he would have got it all in order in time but there was a lot of confusion and frustration there."
"Is it all worked out?"
"He still needs time, Dracka." Severus replied. "Scorpius ripped through, not just his mind, but all the connections he'd built up to keep everything in order. I can understand why he would say it's hard to see people he knew before coming here. Like ghosts in his mind."
Dracka shivered at the other man's words as Blake rolled over in his sleep and curled up on his side.
"His age…" Severus trailed off and Dracka looked up at him. "I can understand why Blake calls the Hallows a curse, they give him a long life and the ability to remember it. Scorpius came up against the Hallows and his mind magic."
"So that's what drove him mad?"
"Between the dark magic of the Hallows and some of Blake's memories," Severus answered then winced slightly. "We both know what Blake is capable of."
"Seeing us?" Dracka inquired.
"Was a tipping point," Severus intoned. "He knew the three of us are in a relationship but didn't know how that had come about. From his memories, Dracka…"
"Yes?"
"He ties himself to one person only," Severus stated. "Our relationship is hard for him and I didn't realise it until then."
Dracka laid his hand on Severus's knee.
"Should we stop this then?" Dracka broached and Severus could see the pain in the other man's eyes.
"No," Severus said with a smile. "He loves you."
"Like a lover or a friend?" Dracka stated.
Severus didn't know how to answer that and Dracka looked up at him with dark eyes.
"Blake would have to answer that."
xXx
Harry woke stiffly the next morning and slowly crawled out of the bed to the floor. Severus and Dracka were still asleep and curled up together. He was relieved that he didn't feel the conflicting emotions that had plagued him for the last few of months as he made his way to the shower. His mind finally settled and he felt a weight off his shoulders as the water rained down on his head.
He left the two men sleeping as he headed to the kitchen to start breakfast and make coffee. He was well into making up some pancakes when Ry walked in and he gave his son a smile.
"What do you feel like?" Harry asked as Ry looked around. "Pancakes are almost done."
Harry gave him a wink as Ry looked him over with assessing green eyes. He was still dressed from the mission that he'd been on last night as he took a seat at the table.
"Pancakes will do and bacon," Ry replied mildly but his eyes were intense.
Harry opened the fridge and pulled out the bacon before heating up a pan on the stovetop.
"After the panic call last night, I wasn't sure what I was going to walk into." Ry admitted. "How are you feeling?"
Harry threw the bacon into the pan before looking at Ry.
"Better," Harry replied.
"More like yourself?"
"More like myself."
"I'll warn Kingsley then," Ry stated with a grin.
Harry barked a laugh and stepped back to the pan.
"The Minister is calling a press meeting this afternoon," Ry told him as he dug into the food already on the bench.
"About?"
"You," Ry remarked and Harry glanced over his shoulder.
"I hope they have booked the whole afternoon then," Harry mused with a lopsided grin.
Ry gave a laugh and gave him a big grin.
"He's sticking by you in this," Ry expanded. "He has already chewed out the Auror Department, especially the ones that were on duty at the prison. Even Kingsley has been surprised by the man's reaction."
Harry leaned back on the kitchen bench as he picked up his coffee.
"I saved his life," Harry announced mildly and Ry started.
"You what?"
"I saved his life." Harry repeated. "He would have been tortured and killed if he'd kept going the way he had been. I worked very hard to not let that happen, including telling him and showing him memories of my time. Once he started to act like an Auror instead of a politician. He was the man we needed when Dark Lord Voldemort was on the rise. The fact that he is still in office proves that the magical world agrees."
Ry stared at him with large eyes and Harry gave him a grin.
"Can't say the man really likes me," Harry added. "We came to an agreement, once he worked out that I didn't want to take his position."
"You never thought about it?" Ry inquired in interest.
"Minister for Magic?" Harry asked with a crooked grin. "God, no."
Ry barked a laugh as he looked his father over.
"It's good to have you back," Ry whispered.
"Worried about your old man?"
"Yes," Ry said seriously and Harry paused. "Very worried but in as manly way."
Harry barked a laugh and reached over and ruffled his hair and Ry gave him a grin. Severus and Dracka strolled into the kitchen, the vampire with his nose up slightly. Both Potters looked over at them with matching grins and they paused.
"Blake's back," Dracka muttered. "Where's the bacon?"