Harry woke with a start with just the feeling of fear a reminder of the nightmare that he'd been having as he gasped slightly with wide eyes. Feeling the sweat on his brow as his breathing slowed.

"Okay?" Severus whispered as he ran a hand down his side.

Harry just rubbed his face, feeling the sweat there.

"Yeah," Harry said softly as he rolled onto his back and Severus looked down at him with dark eyes.

He couldn't remember any details of the nightmare now but had a feeling that he'd been running but he didn't know if he had been running towards or away from something. Severus ran his hand over his head and he closed his eyes as the man curled into his side while Dracka slept on his other side, turned away from them.

"You were mumbling something in your sleep," Severus told him.

"Was I? I don't remember," Harry mumbled as he opened his eyes. "Felt like I was running."

Severus frowned and Harry looked him over.

"What?" Harry asked softly.

"This Melissa Sharman," Severus broached. "She looks familiar but I can't place her."

Harry froze.

"From looking into my mind?" Harry asked.

"No," Severus answered then frowned. "Wait."

Severus's eyes then widened.

"You showed us a memory," Severus reminded him as his eyes locked with Harry. "Dark power, pulls dark power."

Harry shivered at the statement.

"Show me," Harry demanded and Severus locked eyes with him.

Harry opened his mind and felt the connection between them. He looked at the image that Severus had pushed to the front of his mind.

.

Harry Potter stood there in a flak vest on a battlefield with a dragon in the distance and a mansion up on a hill. A blonde-haired woman in her late sixties but still beautiful stood dressed in a red dress with high heels. She had a werewolf next to her as she looked Harry over with bright green eyes.

.

Harry pulled back from the image so quickly that he fell from the bed. He looked up with wide eyes as other memoires rolled over him and he groaned as his head pounded. He felt hands on his shoulders and the link with Severus flared as the man tried to ground him. He let the memories roll over him and didn't try to grab anything. Memories of the woman flooded his mind in no order.

He wasn't sure how long he knelt there with Severus grasping his shoulder as Dracka's arms wrapped around him from behind. He leaned back in the vampire's embrace as his dark magic washed over him. He let the memories settle in his mind and could understand why he hadn't made the connection between the two women and yet had known that she would play a role in his life as his head pounded. The age between the two women had made it harder to understand that they were the same person.

He took the potion Severus held out and passed the empty vial back. He tilted his head back on Dracka's shoulder, baring his throat but Dracka just tightened his hold around his stomach.

"She was a Dark Lord," Harry uttered, the potion doing nothing to ease the pain in his head. "In France."

Harry cupped his head in his hands as pain spiked across his temples.

"Did that potion not work?" Severus questioned in concern as he pulled another and held it out.

Harry took it in his hand but didn't take it as he tried to sort out the memories pushing at him.

"I had left the Aurors and had started my apprenticeship with a curse breaker," Harry recounted with his eyes closed as the pain started to build as he tried to grab a hold of the memories.

"Blake," Severus whispered. "Just let the memories settle."

Harry panted slightly from the pain as he held the potion vial in his hand and Dracka's arms around his waist kept him grounded. He let the memories roll over him, without trying to grab any of them until they started to settle. He squinted his eyes open to look at Severus. The man gave him a soft smile.

"I met her when we went to work at the French branch of Gringotts," Harry recalled then gasped as pain flared across his head and Severus cupped his face. "I thought her power was very dark then."

"Stop." Severus hissed, his eyes locked with his. "Let them settle, stop pushing it."

Harry let the memories go and the pain eased off slightly as Severus slipped the potion out of his hand.

"Just let them settle, Blake." Severus cautioned again.

Harry closed his eyes and could see flashes of memories in no order that he could work out then one memory pushed forward. Taking over his mind.

.

Harry stood in front of the blonde-haired woman with an old man beside him. The woman looked at him with a fond look in her eyes and her lips curled up in a smile. She said something but he couldn't hear the words, then the smile seemed to slide off the woman's face and her eyes widened.

Suddenly she slipped to her knees as Harry stood above her. He knew that she was screaming but there was no sound as her green eyes locked with his in pain. Then dark misty forms of people were all around them and he could feel them pushing on him. He lost sight of the woman but he was sure that she was still screaming even if he couldn't hear anything.

Then as suddenly as it all started, everything disappeared around them and Harry looked down into the staring green eyes of the woman before him. Her make up was a mess and her hair spread out around her head like a demented halo of gold strands. Her bright red dress was torn and bloody and her feet bare. Harry knelt down before her and reached out a hand to touch her throat, knowing he wouldn't find a pulse but having to check anyway.

Harry bowed his head as he closed the dead woman's green eyes, as the old man's hand rested on his shoulder. Both grief and relief flooded through him, it was finally over.

.

Harry started as Severus shook him hard and his eyes focused on his black ones. Severus slipped the potion into his hand and Harry looked down at it blankly, feeling drugged already.

"Take it," Severus whispered.

Harry looked at the potion in his hand before taking it and passing the empty vial back to Severus. He relaxed back into Dracka as the potion took hold and the headache started to ease off.

"Better?" Severus asked.

Harry felt sluggish and his mind was a little confused.

"What were we talking about?" Harry slurred.

"Blake?" Severus questioned grabbing his cheeks and locked eyes with him. "Do you know where you are?"

"Dracka's mansion," Harry replied, feeling heavy.

Severus relaxed and gave him a small smile.

"That's right," Severus cooed. "That was the third potion that I've had to give you. How's your head?"

"Floaty," Harry remarked and Severus smirked as he felt a rumble of laughter behind him.

"I'm not surprised," Severus intoned. "Have the memories settled?"

Harry frowned and focused on the memories, they had settled but not in order.

"Melissa Sharman?" Harry asked, the name bringing up an image of the woman in his mind but he knew that it wasn't the right one.

"That's right," Severus answered. "You said you met her in France?"

"Yes," Harry recounted. "My Master and I had gone there to help with a case with Gringotts. She was a Master Curse Breaker and my Master thought I could learn something from watching her work. Her power was very dark, I thought it was strange."

"How?" Severus asked.

Harry's eyes rolled up slightly and Severus shook him, startling him back. His eyes locked with Severus's eyes, filled with concern.

"Right there?" Severus asked.

"Is he slipping?" Dracka questioned.

"More tripping on pain potions," Severus replied. "Blake?"

"Hmm," Harry hummed

"Still with us?"

"Think so," Harry muttered as the potions ran in his system.

"Should we get him up?" Dracka asked, his voice rumbling through Harry.

"I'm not sure if he's going to throw up from the potions or not," Severus warned. "Do you feel sick, Blake?"

"No," Harry said, as another memory pushed forward.

The room disappeared around him.

.

He looked down into the green eyes of the woman below him as he pushed forward and she gasped as her legs wrapped around him tightly. He gave her a grin as he slowly moved, just slightly rocking his hips and the woman grabbed his sides and dug her nails into his skin drawing blood and he gasped.

"Faster, harder." The woman hissed.

He grinned as he braced himself and complied until the woman under him was moaning loudly and had lost all control as their magic whipped around them. Harry moaned at the feeling as he tried to push it to the side so that it wouldn't bond with him.

The woman suddenly rolled them and was above him, riding him hard and Harry groaned at the sight. She would pull almost off him before impaling herself hard as her hands locked around his wrists, the cock ring holding him back from coming as she rode him. Both pleasure and pain running through him as he was held back as she came again and again. He was painfully hard and loving every minute as the pleasure rolled through him.

He didn't beg, he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere as the woman looked down at him with bright green eyes and a blush to her cheeks. She came again and he moaned at the feeling. She pulled back and looked down at his still hard cock with a sly smile. She grabbed his cock and pulled it as his eyes rolled back.

"Harry?" Melissa purred and Harry focused on her.

She laid out on her back and Harry eagerly settled between her legs and she pulled the cock ring off. He pushed forward into her and with two hard thrusts was coming hard with a grunt as he braced his arms. His hips thrusting forward a couple of times as he came down, panting hard. The woman pushed him to the side and he sprawled out completely spent as their magic settled around them.

Melissa looked down at him as their dark magic swirled around them and Harry knew that she was seeing the magic around them as her eyes widened.

"Is this what you see, Harry?" Melissa questioned softly.

Harry nodded as he untangled her magic and his as he felt a slight pain in his chest.

.

"Blake!"

Harry started as pain flared across his head. He was sprawled out on his side with Dracka behind him and Severus shaking his shoulder. He felt heavy and slightly sick as the pain in his head spiked. A migraine had nothing on how he was feeling.

"I can't give you anymore," Severus whispered.

Harry could feel that from the churning in his stomach and the heaviness in his limbs as the ground rocked.

"Are you going to be sick?" Severus asked as he laid a cold hand on his forehead. "You feel hot."

He felt Dracka sniff his neck and rolled his eyes slightly to look at the man but his dark eyes were filled with concern.

"Wha' 'appened?" Harry slurred.

"You blanked out," Severus informed him. "I would say you got lost in a memory. Do you remember it?"

"Yes," Harry uttered.

"Was it a good one?" Dracka asked and Harry could hear a leer in his voice.

Harry looked down at his naked body but he wasn't hard or had come and he couldn't feel the magic of a cleaning charm.

"Did I have a hard on?" Harry questioned with a frown.

"No," Severus replied, with a glare at the vampire.

"Should you have had one?" Dracka leered. "You smell slightly of pleasure but also pain."

"Good memory," Harry muttered and closed his eyes as pain flared across his head.

"Sh," Severus cooed as he ran a hand over his head. "Just relax."

Harry rode out the pain as he curled up on his side and Severus ran his hand over his head. He could feel memories pushing against him as the pain increased despite the drugs in his system.

"Sleeping potion?" Harry requested.

He tried to push the memories to the side, without much luck. He felt like he was drowning, that they were pulling him down. He didn't know what was going to crack first; his head or sanity.

"Here," Severus offered and Harry squinted.

He grabbed the potion and swallowed it down, his eyes rolled up as the memories rolled him. He could almost feel the edge of sanity before him.

xXx

Severus looked down at Blake in concern as the man twitched slightly and his eyes flicked under his eyelids. The potion should have knocked him out completely. He pulled out another sleeping potion.

"Help him up," Severus ordered and Dracka lifted him up slightly.

Severus forced the second sleeping potion into Blake and the man went completely limp. Dracka lowered him down to the floor as Severus placed the empty vial next to the other four. That many would have been an overdose in anyone else but Severus knew Blake's resistance to potions.

"Can we expect this when he meets other people from before he came here?" Dracka asked softly.

"I don't know," Severus uttered, his heart still beating hard. "His mind is still recovering. I think Blake and this woman had a strong connection."

"What set him off?" Dracka asked.

"I remembered where I had seen the woman before," Severus replied. "He showed us a memory of her after Graham Simpson became a Dark Lord. I showed him a mental image from that memory."

Dracka's eyes widened as he remembered.

"That's right!" Dracka exclaimed. "The woman with the werewolf."

"Yes," Severus agreed as he touched his fingers to Blake's throat and counted out his heartbeats as he looked at his watch. "He's fully under now. He won't be happy when he wakes up."

Dracka leaned forward and gave Severus a sniff then leered.

"Need a hand there?" Dracka asked.

"No," Severus snapped. "It bled across the link from Blake. I think we can confirm that he had a sexual relationship with this woman."

"There was pain there as well," Dracka pointed out softly. "Should we move him to the bed?"

Severus frowned down at Blake and grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head before grabbing a blanket and conjuring a bucket. He placed a slight marker on it for Blake.

"Probably best that we leave him there," Severus commented. "With that many potions in his system, he'll probably wake up feeling sick."

Severus and Dracka settled back in the bed and were woken to Blake throwing up a few hours later. Severus quickly slipped from the bed and laid a hand on the man's back as he threw up again. He glanced over to Dracka, still on the bed, with his nose wrinkled up. Blake threw up a couple more times before collapsing to the side and Severus laid a hand on his forehead.

"Is he out?" Dracka asked, dispelling the vomit.

"Yes," Severus confirmed as he held his fingers to the man's throat.

Once Severus was happy that Blake was okay he settled him into a comfortable position before slipped back under the covers. Dracka wrapped himself around him and he sighed.

xXx

Harry sat sprawled in his chair out in the hall the next morning with a slight headache. He watched a few vampires still awake as a group of children ran around the hall with a couple of hellhounds watching them. They were a mix of werewolf children, since the vampires had moved all the fledglings to the other side of the mansion or into the village. One of the vampires was strumming away on a guitar as the children danced and Harry watched them with an amused smile.

"Mr Sun?"

Harry tilted his head to the side to see Melissa Sharman looking at him.

"Take a seat," Harry offered.

"You don't look well?" The woman remarked with a frown. "Have you been sick?"

"A few times," Harry replied in amusement. "Must have been something I ate."

Harry chuckled as one of the older werewolf children tackled a hellhound and the beast yelped.

"Are they vampires?" Melissa asked as she filled her plate with food.

"Ah, no." Harry answered. "Werewolves mostly with a few half breeds and one fully human."

"Why are they here?" Melissa asked.

"They don't have anywhere else to go," Harry stated. "Dracka takes them in and the vampires or the people from the village protect them."

"They are orphans?" Melissa questioned in interest.

"Some are," Harry said sadly. "Some are dropped off here after they are bitten."

"What about when the full moon comes?"

"That's what the Wolfsbane potion and the hellhounds are for."

"I've seen the work you have done on the Wolfsbane," Melissa commented. "A man of many talents. I suppose holding the Deathly Hallows has helped with that."

"Time and lots of it," Harry drawled as he glanced over at the woman. "What do you want, Ms Sharman?"

"The goblins mentioned that you might be interested in taking me on as an apprentice?" Melissa answered, looking unsure for the first time. "Bill has nothing but good things to say about you and the way you work with magic."

"You have a contract with Gringotts for twelve months," Harry pointed out.

"After that," Melissa said with a smile.

"Is that why you came here?" Harry asked as he sipped on his coffee.

"I thought it might get your attention," Melissa conceded. "You didn't reply to my phone calls or messages. I knew you had a connection to the Coven leader here."

"I've been busy," Harry remarked with a smile.

They both fell into silence as they watched the children playing until Dracka walked in with Severus beside him. They both looked over at him and he gave them a grin as he held up his coffee cup and Severus smirked. They moved over to the table at the front of the room and Harry noticed the other vampires watching them carefully. Severus didn't have a standing in the Coven yet, he was Dracka's lover and had a connection to him but he hadn't been placed in the hierarchy of the Coven.

Dracka would have to do that and as the vampires looked them over, he wasn't sure if Severus would like that much. Severus being a wizard did put him a little out of the hierarchy and with the Treaty Harry held, which defaulted on Severus that might be enough. Harry glanced at Melissa to see the woman looking at both Dracka and Severus in interest.

"My lovers," Harry admitted and the woman looked at him in surprise. "Severus Snape and Rolf Dracka."

"I knew about Mr Snape," Melissa said carefully.

"New development," Harry added in amusement.

The woman gave him a nod and didn't say anything on the matter, even if Harry could see she wanted to.

"Now," Harry announced as he sat up in his chair and reached for the coffee mug to refill his cup. "I want to see how you work with wards until I make any decision on whether I take you on as an apprentice or just a student. I already said that to the goblins."

"Does that mean you want to teach me?"

"I was a teacher for over twenty years, Ms Sharman." Harry commented in amusement. "What is one more student."

Melissa gave him a true smile.

"Thank you," She said softly.

"I called Bill yesterday," Harry added with a smirk. "And informed him that you didn't just disappear on him."

Melissa blushed, making her look her young age and Harry gave her a smile.

"I did leave him a message," Melissa muttered.

"Yes," Harry replied in amusement. "He did mention that as well. Luckily, he's used to working with me. He wants you back at the London branch at eight in the morning the day after next, which is Thursday."

"Yes, sir."

"My name is Blake," Harry told her as he held out his hand. "Get used to yelling it at me when I do something stupid."

Melissa gave a laugh that reached her green eyes and Harry smiled.

"I'm not joking," Harry remarked. "Just ask those two up there. I know I'm in real trouble when they start using my last name."

Melissa's eyes glanced up at Dracka and Severus and the vampire flashed his fangs at her and she shivered.

"And you'll get used to those two as well."

xXx

Severus watched Blake as he spoke to Melissa and shared a look with Dracka.

"You wouldn't think that he'd taken, three pain potions, two sleeping potions and had been up most of the night being sick, looking at him now," Dracka complained. "And he talks about vampire healing. That is a Sun miracle, like drinking enough alcohol to knock out a football team and still be standing."

Severus snorted and looked at the vampire in amusement.

"I thought that you would be used to it by now," Severus drawled as he filled his plate. "You two have spent enough nights out on the drink for him to wake up without a hangover and with the energy of a five-year-old on sugar."

"The day he stops surprising me is the day that I've lived too long," Dracka muttered and Severus snorted. "I'll have the hellhounds take the children away."

Severus watched in interest as the hellhounds looked up and over to Dracka before nudging the children and getting them moving. A few vampires wandered over and picked up the younger children and they all filed out of the hall. A few people drifted through the room, clearing up the plates and Blake stood up to help them.

"He always does that," Dracka muttered. "Ever since he came here, he always helps wash up."

"I know he worked on the wards…" Severus let the sentence hang.

"Yes," Dracka replied. "He would come into the mansion with some of the other vampires and sit at the lowest table."

Severus looked over at him and Dracka sighed.

"I didn't like it much," Dracka admitted. "But he interested me, even then. He would come back every couple of months or longer to work on the wards. He interested a few vampires, they let him into the mansion. I made accommodations for him due to the work he did on the wards. It was good for the younger vampires to have a little contact with a wizard as well, especially the born vampires that had never been around one before."

"Like when Ry and I came here the first time?" Severus reminded him. "You weren't happy to see him."

"That was a long time ago," Dracka said as he leaned back in his chair. "My demon was always interested in him, it was my other side that wasn't."

Severus started at that and looked over at him.

"Which was confusing since he did kill my brother," Dracka admitted. "He could have taken this Coven that day, Severus. He just finished the wards and walked away, it then fell to me. I wasn't really happy with that either."

Severus reeled back from that and looked at Dracka in shock.

"Good to know I can still shock you as well," Dracka remarked with a leer.