Warning: Adult situation.
Harry woke with a jolt as he felt a body resting against his back as he curled up around the pain in his side and the pounding in his head. He could feel the dark power of the hallows clawing at his mind but pushed it to the side as he tried to breathe through the pain. The body behind him moved and he could hear a soft voice but couldn't make out the words in his confusion.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and flinched away gasping as the pain exploded in his side. The hand quickly disappeared and he just panted for a while as the voices spoke quietly above him, the odd word making it through to him as he drifted slightly.
He knew he had to move but didn't know why as he carefully opened his eyes to see canvas before him. He frowned unsure where he was. He wasn't sure if he was on another mission for the Aurors or the Department or even after another Dark Lord. It was almost a blessing when the darkness pulled him back down taking his confusion with it.
The next time he woke, it was slower and someone was sleeping next to him. The person's back resting against his in the small space as he blinked his eyes open. His thoughts were still in confusion but he felt safe so he relaxed his body from the tight ball he'd rolled into.
"Blake?" Someone questioned softly.
Harry started at the voice, the pain spiking through his side but it settled into a dull ache that had his head joining it.
"Wha'?" He slurred, unsure if they were talking to him or not
"Severus," The voice called out. "He's awake again. Blake, you with us?"
Harry rolled slightly to look up at the man and jerked back in confusion as he looked up at the vampire. The dark magic of the hallows pushing at his mind.
"Shh," The man said resting a hand on his shoulder.
Harry stared at him, unsure, until his memories started to fall back into place in his mind.
"Dracka?" Harry asked.
The vampire smiled. "That's me."
Harry's eyes slipped closed.
"Hey!" The vampire yelped. "Stay awake. Blake!"
"Potter!"
Harry jolted, his eyes flying open as he tilted his head back to stare at Severus Snape in surprise.
"Fuck, that worked." Dracka swore.
Severus smirked as he looked at the two men.
"Are you with us?" Severus asked softly.
"Was I not?" Harry whispered.
Severus and Dracka shared a look and the pounding in Harry's head increased.
"You were out of it for a bit," Dracka replied. "Your fever spiked."
"Mind's a little confused." Harry confessed, curling around so he could look at both men in the small space. "Having problems putting it in order."
The two men shared a look that Harry couldn't read and he was too tired to ask. He had the feeling that he'd scared them but was unsure how or why.
"Just rest," Severus said after a couple of minutes. "It's still a few hours to sunset. Do you need pain killers?"
Harry nodded and Severus pulled a pill bottle out of a bag and passed it over to him with some water. Harry squinted at the label on the bottle.
"These are pretty strong," Harry said softly.
"Do you want a potion instead?" Severus asked.
Harry shook out two pills and swallowed them down with water in answer before curling up again. He felt a hand run through his hair as he fell asleep quickly.
xXx
Dracka and Severus shared a look over Blake's head as the man slipped back into sleep. The image of those glazed over green eyes staring up at him in confusion, haunting them.
"Will he be able to move at night fall?" Severus asked softly into the silence as he ran his hand through Blake's hair.
"I don't know," Dracka said. "I think holding his magic the way he is, plus the fever is mixing up his head. He didn't recognize me Severus when he first woke up."
"You still can't feel his magic?" Severus question.
"No," Dracka replied. "It's frustrating."
Severus didn't question him about it anymore as they fell into silence to wait out the rest of the day.
xXx
Harry woke to someone stroking his head and he tensed slightly before relaxing. The pain a dull ache in his shoulder and side but not feeling as hot as he uncurled his body. The hand kept moving without stopping as he opened his eyes on darkness.
They had to move but Harry just felt like curling back up and going back to sleep. He cast his mind out to sense if there was anyone else around as picked up on Dracka's signal. He brushed across the man's mind as he sensed out further.
Nothing.
He pulled back, brushing his magic against the link with Severus softly, the hand paused in brushing through his hair before continuing.
"Are you back with us now?" Severus whispered.
"Think so," Harry whispered back. "Sorry."
Severus just smiled slightly and kept running his hands through his hair as Dracka appeared and peered in at them.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Just after nine," Dracka replied.
"We have to keep moving," Harry replied.
He managed to get out of the swag, with help and stumbled over to a large rock and sat down, the other two men watching him carefully.
"Dracka," Harry ordered. "We have to move."
The vampire nodded and with Severus help they cleared up the area quickly and had Harry's bag packed and swag rolled up. Severus laid a hand on his shoulder before helping him to his feet.
"Can you hand me that branch?" Harry asked as he got his feet under him.
Dracka handed up the branch and Harry took it in hand as they moved out. His shoulder burning with every step but he needed the support. Severus stayed close but gave him enough space to move.
Harry focused on the steps in front of him as he kept his mind open sensing around him as Dracka moved out. He made sure to keep tabs on the vampire but his concentration kept slipping, as the pain in his side would spike every now and again. They stopped long enough for him to take a couple more pills before moving off again.
When he suddenly stopped, Severus almost ran into him as he looked around. He brushed his magic against Dracka to call him back as he reached further out with his mind.
"What is it?" Dracka asked quietly, eyes darting around. "I couldn't see anything."
"There are people up ahead," Harry replied.
"Can you tell how many and how far out?" Dracka whispered.
"Um," Harry said, unsure. "Give me a sec."
Harry cast his mind out again ignoring everything around him as he focused on the sense of magic up ahead. He was hoping that these were the people he was looking for and not Simpson's men.
"Not sure," Harry said. "We need to move closer."
"Closer why?" Severus asked.
Harry looked at him in surprise then frowned.
"I didn't tell you?" Harry asked.
"Tell us what?" Dracka said slowly.
"I have people in place at the border," Harry commented. "I thought I told you."
Severus looked at him in concern and stepped closer.
"Dracka they are veelas," Harry said making the vampire hiss. "I didn't say that?"
"No," Severus drawled. "We would have remembered."
Harry could feel his head pounding as he looked between the two.
"That's a bit concerning," Harry said slowly.
"Yes," Dracka agreed. "Makes us think what else you have forgotten to tell us."
Harry flinched back then hissed as the pain spiked in his side. Severus placed a hand on his shoulder as he glared at the vampire.
"These people at the border?" Severus asked.
"Um yeah," Harry stuttered, trying to focus while keeping his mind open. "Possibly veela, if I got the direction right, um. Dracka you should have safe passage as long as you are with me."
"Should?" Dracka growled, eyes turning red.
"Um, yeah." Harry said quickly. "Don't worry, but they are pure veela. Severus watch your step but you should be fine too."
"There is a lot of 'Should' in there, Mr Sun." Severus drawled.
Harry tried to give them a grin but his head pounded as he gripped the branch, feeling two sets of unhappy eyes on him.
"I managed to get a message to them," Harry said quickly. "They should…um, have people at the border in case Simpson has tried to block us. I didn't say any of this?"
"No," Severus said shortly, then looked at him in concern. "Blake, are you okay?"
Harry wasn't sure how to answer that as he looked at Severus.
"We should-" Harry swore. "I mean, keep moving."
He turned and started back out. Severus and Dracka falling into step behind him as they hissed between each other. Harry tuned them out as he reached out with his senses, his head pounding even worse as the hallows clawed at his mind and his side felt like it was on fire. He had to push on, they had no other choice.
He stumbled slightly and Severus slipped under his arm and took some of his weight.
"Your fever is back," Severus whispered to him.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, still moving forward.
Dracka stayed close to Harry and he didn't blame him. Veelas and vampires did not mix and when they did. It did not end well. Harry frowned, he was sure he had told them about the people at the border but his mind was still confused with keeping the power of the hallows at bay as it raged. He was keeping it caged and it was not happy.
"The border is coming up," Harry whispered. "A large group to the right, I think I can feel light magic."
"You think?" Dracka snapped, on edge.
"Sorry," Harry apologised. "Best I can do."
Severus glared over at the vampire and he looked away.
"Once we cross the border we should be okay to use magic," Harry told them. "The border spell will protect us."
Severus felt better about that as they moved forward until even he could feel the magic of the border ahead. Dracka's eyes flicked around but the clouds were blocking the moon, making it hard to see too far ahead, even for him. Harry shook Severus off and got his feet under him and stepped over the border, magic racing down his spine uncomfortably and could feel the slight resistance before it let him pass. It was always dodgy passing over the border this way, there was no telling if the spell would stop them.
He shivered and stepped further over as Dracka and Severus followed him. He grinned up at Severus until movement on his senses had him turning the other way. Suddenly a blonde-haired man appeared next to Dracka with a rifle in his hands. The vampire flashed his fangs on pure instinct as Harry yelled out everything moving too quickly.
"No!"
Dracka flinched back as the man swung the rifle, missing the vampire as he skipped back, the other man moved with inhuman speed as he swung the rifle around. Harry jumped forward, pulling on his side painfully, as Severus pulled his wand.
"Non!" Harry shouted out, but it was too late as the veela stepped forward and smashed his rifle into Dracka's stomach and the vampire dropped to his knees.
"Il est sous ma protection!" Harry yelled out as he tried to get between the two men. "Parlementer!"
Then he did the stupidest thing he could have done at that moment in time, he flared his dark magic on instinct. The veela turned with a snarl and brought the rifle around and slammed it into Harry's side.
"Blake!" Severus yelled.
Harry dropped as his vision swam, the hallows taking joy in his pain, since he had released them. All he could see was dark mists before him and shouting as hands grabbed him but his world had centred down to pain and pain alone.
xXx
Severus dropped to his knees beside Blake as the veela pointed his gun at Dracka, keeping him on his knees. The vampire's eyes were wide as the moon briefly filtered down to him.
"Blake Sun," Dracka stated quietly to the man above him.
The man frowned.
"Why have you come across the border?" The veela asked, with a thick accent. "You all stink of dark magic."
Severus started as he laid a hand on Blake's head, feeling the heat from the man, he was out.
"Blake Sun," Dracka repeated as he held his hands out before him.
The man shouted out and other veelas started to arrive. Severus looked around in panic. Blake was out. Dracka on his knees and he was unsure what he could do. One man stepped forward and tied Dracka's wrists in front of him and the man didn't fight back, concerning Severus even more.
Two veelas moved forward and grabbed his shoulders. He tried to push them back but the strength in their hold was like steel as they pulled him to his feet and away from Blake.
"Just go with them, Severus." Dracka hissed.
Severus stopped struggling and one of the men picked up his wand, that he'd dropped, and placed it into his pocket. He watched helpless as two other men moved forward and pulled Blake up, the man was completely limp in their hands and Severus could see blood seeping into his shirt from the wound in his side. Severus's hands were tied behind his back as Dracka was forced to his feet. The vampire stood as the veelas eyed him off.
Severus yelled out when suddenly the man smashed his rifle butt into the side of Dracka's head and he dropped where he stood. He couldn't take his eyes off him as two men lifted Dracka up and started moving off with him.
"Where are you taking him?" Severus demanded.
"Not you worry, wizard." The head veela said as he moved forward, his blonde hair flowing around him. "You meet him soon."
Severus gut clenched, as the man behind him pushed him, and it seemed like they had just gone from bad to worse.
xXx
Dracka woke slowly, his head pounding, and he moaned. He felt someone place a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't move," Severus said softly.
Dracka couldn't agree more as he opened his eyes and tried to focus on the stone wall in front of him.
"They hit you pretty hard," Severus whispered. "You've been out for a while."
"Blake?" Dracka questioned.
"I don't know," Severus whispered and he felt the man rub his shoulder. "They took him somewhere else."
Dracka carefully rolled so he could see Severus, the man looked pale but unhurt as he sat next to him with his hand on his shoulder. They were in a stone cell with a simple wooden door and no windows.
"At least they didn't give us a room with a view," Dracka commented.
Severus gave him a crooked smile but it didn't reach his eyes.
"What is it with veelas and vampires?" Severus asked, leaning back against the wall slightly his hand staying on Dracka's shoulder.
"We don't mix," Dracka said, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. "They have too much light power and we have too much dark. I'm a born vampire, Severus."
"What does that mean?"
"You never looked up vampires?"
"Only how to kill them," Severus smirked. "Thought it might come in handy."
Dracka snorted as he rolled further onto his back. Severus laid his leg out straight so he could rest his head on it and he was grateful for that.
"There are two types of vampires," Dracka explained. "Ones that are born from vampire parents and those that are made into vampires. Ones that are born vampires always have a darker magical core than those that are turned."
"So more magic to clash against?"
"Yes," Dracka replied. "And you."
"Me?"
"Please tell me that Blake explained about your dark magic," Dracka pleaded.
"He showed me," Severus said softly, looking away from the vampire.
Dracka barked a laughed. "Sex?"
"Only in your dreams, vampire." Severus snapped.
Dracka leered up at him but it was offset by the pain in his dark eyes. The two men fell into silence after that. Only looking up as someone pushed a tray of food through the gap in the door, neither man moved.
xXx
Harry was floating on a river of white light. He wasn't sure where he was but something in him was screaming out to him but he couldn't work out what it was saying. He felt an urgency to do something but was powerless as he floated unable to move or speak. He had never felt this way before and it put him on edge.
He tried reaching out with his mind but something blocked him. He tried the ring next but nothing. He couldn't feel Severus and he started to panic. He tried hard to reach out and the light around him started to pull him down. He wasn't floating anymore he was drowning. White light pouring into him as he pushed harder to reach Severus without any luck.
He tried calling on the magic of the hallows but every time he reached for it, it would slip away as he was pulled further under. All he could see was white and he shivered.
xXx
Severus started, waking Dracka.
"What is it?" Dracka asked looking up at the other man.
"I thought I felt Blake," Severus whispered. "Was just briefly but it felt like he was panicking."
Dracka sat up, ignoring the pounding in his head.
"Can you reach out to him?" Dracka questioned.
Severus closed his eyes and focused to the link with Blake. He couldn't feel the man. He tried harder and got a slight connection but something was blocking it and it was just making his head pound, he shook his head and opened his eyes.
"Feels like something is blocking him," Severus said softly.
"Does it feel like light magic?"
Severus glared at him.
"How the hell should I know!" He snapped.
"Sorry," Dracka apologised. "Headache."
"I'm not surprised with how hard he hit you," Severus muttered. "You do have a hard head though."
Dracka grinned showing fangs as he rested against the wall next to Severus, their shoulders touching as they watched the door and waited.
xXx
"Blake Sun."
Harry started at the voice, his side a dull ache and his shoulder stiff. Otherwise he felt warm and was in a large and very soft bed. A beautiful woman with solid black hair, pure white skin and icily blue eyes sat next to him on the bed in a thin sliver dress. She smiled down at him when she saw he was awake.
"I must apologise for my men," The woman said in French, her voice had a musical quality to it as she glazed down at Harry. "You brought dark companions with you. Not to mention your own dark magic, though it does feel faint at the moment, love."
"Bella," Harry whispered. "Where are Dracka and Severus?"
"They are safe," Bella replied.
"Unharmed?"
"The vampire will probably have a headache," The woman replied, with no feeling in her voice. "The dark wizard is unharmed."
Harry sagged in the bed in relief as the woman smiled and reached out with a hand and placed it on Harry's forehead and pushed back his hair.
"If only that dark stain didn't taint you, faint as it may be." The woman whispered turning on the bed so that she knelt beside him.
"Already taken," Harry whispered, reaching out to Severus but he was blocked.
"The dark wizard or the vampire?" Bella asked as she moved closer, the dress hanging low showing off her breasts.
"The dark wizard," Harry replied, feeling tried as he tried again to reach out to Severus.
"A connection can always be broken," Bella whispered in his ear and Harry felt a chill. She pulled the blanket back exposing his naked body and pushed him back into the bed as he tried to sit up. "The dark wizard and the vampire are very close. Some would say too close?"
An image Severus in a stone cell with Dracka resting his head on his leg came to Harry's mind and Harry felt his heart clench at the words and images. Bella smiled down at him and slipped the straps of her dress down her arms, revealing her breasts and perfect body. Harry looked up at her in surprise, still trying to reach for Severus.
"Bella," Harry growled in warning.
The woman ignored him as she saddled his waist, her legs feeling like steel around his hips. She smiled as she leaned forward over him.
"Yes?" She purred as he rocked her hips.
"I am bound," Harry said softly.
The woman snarled her nails digging into his skin at the words before drawing back leaving scratches on his sides, leathery wings sprouting from her back as she looked down at him.
"No," The woman hissed.
Harry brought the power of the hallows forward but it was faint as he brought up a barrier between them. The woman glared down at him. Naked from the waist up as the wings disappeared as she calmed down and slowly licked his blood off her finger nails.
"You think you can hide behind your dark magic?" Bella asked, a smile curving up her red lips.
She leaned down her bare breasts, rubbing against his chest as she moved her face close to his. Harry wiggled his arms loose and grabbed her around the hips already feeling her magic brushing against his skin. Trying to draw him in, pulling on his own light magic, preventing him from pushing her away.
"Bella!" Harry hissed, as the woman dipped down and placed a kiss on his neck as her nails dug into his skin as she held him down.
He tried to grab the link with Severus, harder, straining to touch the other man. Faintly he felt something as the woman above him rocked her hips and his cock hardened in response, betraying him. He grabbed the weak link and then suddenly Severus was there and the woman jumped back as Harry crawled to the side of the bed and threw up as his head swum as the connection in his mind made the world spin.
"No!"
Harry was suddenly grabbed in hands like steel and slammed up against the wall, his head cracking against the stones painfully. Harry grabbed the link with Severus harder and the woman dropped him with a hiss. Harry panted on the floor in a heap as he gently eased back on the connection.
"Take them and leave!" The woman spat, her wings wide in rage.
Harry looked up at the veela, her eyes cold as she stared down at him completely naked. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and spied his clothes, gear and Severus and Dracka's wands on the table. He quickly pulled on his pants and shirt as Bella glared at him the whole time.
"My men will bring them to you outside." The woman spat. "Leave!"
"Bella?"
"Leave."
"The Treaty?"
"Still stands," Bella snapped as her wings faded away.
Harry nodded and stuffed the two wands into his bag and placed it over his left shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Harry said softly.
The woman's expression eased and her eyes warmed.
"So am I, Blake." Bella whispered.
Harry turned to the door and made his way out, a guard on the door showed him to the front door. He stepped into the night and glanced at his watch, he had lost three days. He shivered and waited, the guards watching him closely.
The door opened and Severus and Dracka were pushed out, hands tied behind their backs.
"Blake!" Severus called, as he was held back.
Dracka just reeled back from him, his eyes wide.
"Release them," Harry ordered, not meeting Dracka's eyes.
The guards cut through the ropes and Severus quickly moved forward as Dracka hesitantly moved towards him as well.
Harry turned on his heels.
"Blake Sun."
Harry turned back to see Bella standing there, a smile on her ruby lips and her dress back in place and Harry tensed. He stepped between the two men and the woman. Keeping them behind him.
"Yes?" He asked carefully.
"Until next time, love." Bella said softly with a smile.
Harry couldn't contain the shiver that ran down his back and nodded. He turned, not meeting the two men's eyes as he grabbed their arms and apparated them away.
Harry braced his feet as he landed and quickly stepped away from Severus and Dracka. The vampire already reeling back from him as he moved towards the front door of the house.
"You have permission to enter," Harry called over his shoulder as he placed his hand on the door.
He flinched away when Severus placed a hand on his shoulder and the man quickly removed it.
"Blake?" Severus whispered.
"Severus give him a minute," Dracka said softly.
Severus stepped back and Harry just laid his hand against the door, not pushing it open. His shoulder and side still hurting. The healing magic of the veelas only going so far and he was sure that the gunshot wound was still infected. He sighed and pushed the door open and moved inside. This was one of his bigger homes.
He moved into the house as the two men stayed near the front door, unsure.
xXx
"What is going on?" Severus hissed to Dracka.
The man looked pale and shaky.
"He is covered with light magic, Severus." Dracka whispered, checking to make sure Blake couldn't hear. "And it's not his."
Severus paled.
"He flared the connection," Severus said softly. "I've never felt him hold it so tight before."
Dracka nodded. "Let's hope it was enough."
Severus paled.
"You don't think…" Severus couldn't finish the question.
"I don't know," Dracka replied.
They moved into the house and found Blake sitting at the dining room table with his head in his hands. The scent of the light magic, making Dracka scrunch up his noise in distaste.
"I'm going to get some supplies," He announced, stepping out of the room.
"Be careful," Blake called after him.
Dracka didn't reply as he slipped out of the house, leaving the two alone.
Severus moved forward and stood unsure at the side of the table.
"Sit down Severus." Blake said softly, looking up at him with pale green eyes.
"Are you okay?" Severus whispered.
"I'm not sure how to answer that," Blake said shakily, the tone chilling Severus. "My injuries have been looked at. So yes, feeling a lot better. They didn't hurt you?"
Blake's eyes flicked over to him before looking away.
"I'm fine," Severus replied. "They kept us fed. Blake?"
"Okay, good." Blake said. "Sorry, if I grabbed the link too hard."
"It's fine," Severus told him and reached across the table towards the man's hand.
Blake pulled it away and Severus paused, his heart clenching.
"What happened?" Severus whispered.
Blake wouldn't meet his eyes and Severus grew concerned. The man ran a hand through his hair, messing it up and making Severus smile.
"Already missing your short hair?" Severus asked instead.
Blake snorted as he leaned back in his chair.
"I feel like I'm Harry Potter again." He said. "All messy hair, just need the glasses."
Severus grinned but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Why do you cut it so short?" Severus questioned.
"I had a wizard grab it once and he was able to take me down," Blake answered. "One of the other soldiers laughed and told me to cut it like man and I wouldn't have that problem."
Severus snorted and Blake gave him a small smile.
"The way he said it was more politicly incorrect than that, of course." Blake said. "And involved more swearing but by that time, the curse scar had faded so much, I didn't mind about cutting it back."
"You didn't like to show the scar?"
"I didn't like the staring," Blake said softly. "I got used to it eventually. I didn't much like being Harry Potter. I was happy to let that name go."
Severus started at that confession.
"They always expected 'great things' from me," Blake whispered. "Then they would look disappointed when I failed."
"Where did you get your name from?" Severus asked, sitting back in his seat.
"Blake Sun?" Blake asked.
"Yes."
"I had a teacher in Japan," Blake replied with a far-away look in his eyes. "Called Asahi Sun. He used to get flak about the fact that his name basically meant Sun Sun, his father was Korean and he wanted a Japanese name for his son. One day he got fed up with me-"
"-As you do," Severus interrupted.
"-And he yelled at me," Blake continued as if he wasn't interrupted. "'If you think it's so funny you can call me Blank Sun.'"
Blake smiled as he remembered the brilliant man fondly.
"Other students over heard him and thought he said Blake Sun," Blake said. "It stuck. When he died, I carried on his name."
Severus grinned and this time when Severus reached for him, Blake took his hand with a small smile. The moment was broken as Dracka walked in and dropped a couple of bags on the table and Blake pulled back. Severus glared up at the vampire but the man just showed his fangs. He dumped a shirt and pants on the table in front of him with a bar of soap.
"You stink," Dracka said to Severus.
"Thanks," Severus said dryly.
"Off you go," Dracka announced and waved his hand at the man.
Severus looked over to Blake, the man looked back in amusement, easing the tension in his shoulders. Severus got to his feet and picked up the clothing before moving out of the room to find a shower. Dracka looked back at Blake.
"You stink as well," Dracka said, but without any bite.
"I know," Blake agreed. "It will fade, I'm too tired to remove it."
Dracka bared his teeth at him, his eyes red. Blake looked away until he felt a hand on his arm. He started and looked up.
"My turn to be ordered to the shower?" Blake said faintly.
"More like the bedroom."
Blake flinched badly at the words and Dracka cursed.
"Sorry," Dracka whispered and took a seat next to him. "The demon is too close to the surface, right now."
"No, no." Blake said softly. "I deserved that."
"Blake," Dracka whispered and grabbed his hand.
"Nothing happened," Blake said softly.
"The magic coating you says different, Blake."
"Nothing happened," Blake repeated, staring Dracka in the eye.
The vampire let it slid but didn't let the man's hand go.
"How's your head?" Blake asked instead. "She said something about a headache?"
"Rifle butt to the head," Dracka replied. "Healed up now."
"Wish I had that talent," Blake replied.
"Hey," Dracka stated, showing his fangs. "Always an option."
Blake barked a laugh.
"No, no it's not." Blake replied, with a smile.
"If you need to talk, Blake?"
"I think I talk enough," Blake broke in. "As I keep being told by many, many people that I talk too much."
Dracka grinned and turned to the bags and pulled out some dark jeans and a blue shirt.
"Shower?" Blake asked.
"See," Dracka grinned. "I don't need to order you anywhere, you know where to go."
Blake grinned as he walked out of the room heading to the bathroom.
xXx
Harry opened the bathroom door just as Severus was finishing up and got to see him at just the right moment. Harry paused as Severus stepped out of the shower, water still running off him.
"Hey," Harry purred as he moved closer.
"No," Severus stated as he grabbed the towel. "You stink."
Harry nodded but didn't move to take his clothes off. Severus frowned and finished towelling off as the man leaned back against the wall as the steam settled along the ceiling.
"You're not getting undressed," Severus said softly.
"I know," Harry replied with a lopsided grin.
"Why?"
"Someone said I had no shame," Harry said. "So, I'm waiting until you leave but enjoying the show while I wait."
"Or you don't want me to see what's under them," Severus pointed out.
Harry looked away but didn't move as Severus moved closer to him. He'd pulled on his pants but was still bare-chested. He placed his hands on Harry's waist and when he didn't pull away, Severus gently raised the fabric up and Harry ducked out of the shirt.
Severus eyes hardened when he saw the scratches on his sides and across his ribs in groups of four. Harry couldn't meet his eyes as Severus ran his fingers over the gunshot wound, which was still looked red and slightly puffy.
"You still have a bit of an infection here," Severus stated mildly. "How's the shoulder?"
Harry's eyes shot to his, instinctively brushing across the link, as Severus met his eyes evenly.
"Stiff," Harry replied slowly. "Severus?"
"Hurry up and have a shower," Severus replied. "I'm not kissing you when you stink this much."
Harry didn't know what to say. Severus Snape had just rendered him speechless. He grinned as Severus pushed him towards the shower. He quickly showered, washing away the dirt and blood from his hair and body. Working the soap into his wounds trying to scrub away the two weeks from hell from his skin.
Severus waited for him, sitting on the side of the bath, his dark eyes watching as he stepped out and quickly dressed. He stood and moved closer as Harry finished and waited. Harry looked up at him and Severus reached down and cupped his cheeks. They met in the middle for a kiss as Harry's arms wound around his waist still holding onto the connection he had with Severus, having not let go of it from the second it was made.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Dracka growled from the other side of the door.
"There are other bathrooms!" Harry snapped back, not moving.
"But only one bar of soap!"
Severus snorted as Harry laid his head on his chest.
"That I brought with my own money!" Dracka added.
xXx
Dracka knocked softly on the door that Severus and Blake's scent was coming from a few hours later. He pushed the door open quietly when neither man bid him to enter. Blake was asleep on his side as Severus sat next to him, wide awake as he leaned back against the headboard. Gently running his hand through the man's messy hair.
Severus nodded at him and he came further into the room, the light scent from Blake not as strong but still there. His demon was close to the surface as he looked down at the man. Severus flicked down the covers and Dracka flinched back as his demon rushed forward when he saw the scratches on the man's skin.
His eyes flicked to Severus and the man didn't even flinch at his red eyes, as his own rage was clear to see. Dracka turned back to Blake and knelt down beside the bed to get a better look.
"His side still looks infected," Severus said softly.
Dracka could see that, it looked like they had missed a piece of the bullet and the veelas had tried to heal over it. He placed a shaking hand to the man's forehead and could feel the slight heat. Blake mumbled something, which had Dracka paling as he snatched his hand back.
"Lié?" Dracka repeated louder. "Blake, Lié?"
Blake frowned in his sleep but didn't wake.
"Dracka?" Severus hissed.
"He said 'bound'," Dracka said. "In French."
"What does that mean?"
Dracka gave a shaky laugh.
"Bound is not a term thrown around lightly in our circles," Dracka explained.
Severus eyes locked with the vampires as he calmly kept stroking Blake's hair but Dracka could see he would rather be strangling Dracka with those hands instead.
"It is hard to put into words," Dracka said. "And it may not be what he means. Can you feel him through the ring?"
"Yes," Severus said, without a doubt. "He hasn't let go of it since I could feel him again."
"He may have used your connection to him to confirm to the veela that he is bound to you then," Dracka said, looking down at the man. "Let's hope that's what it means."
The sight of the scratches had a spike of rage flowing through him again. He grabbed a hold of his demon tightly so he didn't do anything, Blake stupid, like go back and kill the veela that did that to him.
"What's our next move?" Severus asked softly as he covered Blake back up.
Blake turned in his sleep, moving further onto his side before settling, arm stretched out towards Dracka. The vampire took the man's hand in his, feeling Severus's dark eyes on him. Severus's hand paused briefly before continuing to move through Blake's hair. The demon in Dracka calming with Blake's hand in his but the light magic scent was still putting him on edge.
"We have to get him medical attention for that wound," Dracka replied. "I know a safe place but Blake might have a different idea in mind when he wakes up. We will just let him sleep for now."
"Stay here," Severus said softly.
Dracka looked up in surprise.
"This is a big house, Severus." Dracka said with a smirk. "I'm sure I can find a room."
"No," Severus answered. "Stay here."
"Why?" Dracka whispered, feeling tense.
"He needs our support," Severus replied. "And you know that he will sense you out the minute he wakes up anyway."
Dracka chuckled. "You are getting better at picking up on that."
"I have a good teacher," Severus said fondly, as he looked down at Blake.
xXx
Harry woke feeling safe with an arm wrapped around his waist and Severus's legs tangled with his own and he relaxed back against the man. He still felt too hot but the dark magic of the hallows was working through his body as he dozed for a while. Movement of someone else close by had Harry's eyes flicking open to look into Dracka's red ones.
"Fuck," Harry swore, pulling back.
Both men quickly looked over at Severus but the man was sleeping deeply for a change and didn't wake. Dracka gave him a leer as he lay out on the bed in his shirt and pants.
"Not the reaction I was hoping for," Dracka whispered.
"Your demon is showing," Harry pointed out as he tried to untangle himself from Severus without waking him.
He didn't have much luck as Severus's arm was locked around him and Harry gave up as Dracka grinned at him, showing fangs.
"What are you doing there?" Harry asked quietly. "Does Severus know you are there?"
"He asked me to stay," Dracka replied, his eyes sharp watching for his reaction.
"Really?" Harry questioned, with a look over his shoulder.
"Yes."
Harry frowned unsure what the men had in mind and the words of the veela came back to him, making him shiver. He flinched when Dracka reached forward and the man paused.
"I was only going to check to see if you're still running a temperature," Dracka said lightly, but the red eyes gave him away.
"I'm fine," Harry replied, as he gently pushed Severus until the man rolled away in his sleep.
Finally free, Harry pulled himself from the bed and padded out the door towards the bathroom. To his annoyance the vampire followed him. He sighed and turned on the man, making him pull up short and step back.
"What is this about?" Harry demanded. "Because, I don't feel like having an in-depth conversation in just my underwear. I need to pee, vampire."
Dracka flinch back this time and Harry sighed and rubbed his head.
"Headache?" Dracka asked softly.
Harry just turned on his heels and limped towards the bathroom without answering. Closing and locking the door behind him. He sat on the toilet and just held his head for a while. He could feel that Dracka had gone back to the bedroom with Severus and he felt his heart clench at the thought. The image of his lover's face after he had killed those men came back to him as well as the words spoken by Bella.
His head hurt too much to try and muddle his way through what the vampire and his lover were up to and he was too wrung out emotionally to even touch on anything else. He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He looked a mess but he just couldn't seem to care as he eyes locked onto the scratches. Rage suddenly spiked through him and he lashed out at the mirror smashing it with his fist then cursing as pain shot through his hand.
"Blake?" Severus questioned softly from the other side of the door.
Harry cursed again and leaned forward with his hands on the sides of the sink as his blood fell to the floor from his right fist. He looked into the mirror, a spider web of cracks and breaks from where he'd hit it and his own blood from where the glass had cut him. He was no use to anyone in this frame of mind as he rinsed off the blood on his hand, feeling the two men at the door.
He had work to do but Bella's attempt to claim him, just felt like betrayal sitting like a stone in his stomach. Her words floating back to him as he looked at his fragmented image. He didn't realise he was crying until the first drops landed into the sink as he hung his head. He wasn't even aware of Severus and Dracka coming through the door until Severus gently took him into his arms.
He slipped to the floor as Severus rocked him, glass all around them as he broke down. Silently crying into the man's shoulder as Dracka supported him from the other side. The vampire's dark presence a comfort to Harry's fragile mind. The dark power of the hallows burned in his blood as Severus whispered in his ear and rubbed his back.