French kindly supplied by Craounette.
x
Severus didn't know what to do as he held Blake as the man cried. He looked over at Dracka to see his shock mirrored in the other man's face as they looked at the damage to the mirror and Blake's blood on the floor.
Dracka carefully untangled the man's right hand from Severus's shirt and they could see he had cut his knuckles on the glass of the mirror as he stilled in Severus's arms.
"He just cut his hand," Dracka said softly. "It's not too bad."
Dracka stood and cast the reparo spell on the mirror and it joined back together. He looked down at Severus, the man looking pale and knew he didn't look much better as his hand shook.
"Come on, Blake." Severus whispered in the man's ear. "Let's get you up."
Blake got to his feet, his eyes hollow, looking around but not really seeing anything. Dracka ducked back to the bedroom to get some clothes for him as Severus ran the man's hand under the tap and soaped it up to clean the cuts and remove any glass. Blake just stood silent as Severus worked.
Dracka moved into the room and held out the clothing, which Blake pulled on only hissing slightly as he pulled the shirt over his head. Dracka and Severus shared a look of concern.
"Come on, we'll get you some coffee." Severus said gently.
Blake nodded and followed Severus out of the room and to the kitchen with Dracka following behind him. Blake took a seat at the table in the dining room as Severus moved over to the kitchen and flicked the kettle on. Dracka moved up beside him with a jar of coffee.
"Severus?" Dracka asked softly, his eyes locked on Blake in the next room.
Severus kept making the coffee as his mind raced. He didn't know how to deal with this situation and from the look of it neither did Dracka. Blake was always the one to take control of the situation and the man, both of them turned to, when they didn't know what to do next.
"Give me Blake's phone," Severus asked as he poured the water into the cups.
Dracka placed the phone on the bench as Severus pushed two cups towards him and left the other on the counter.
"I'm going to call the Headmaster, then Dr Greenburg," Severus explained. "I'll call Shacklebolt to see if Ry can be released from the Auror program for a little while."
Dracka nodded and moved towards the table with the two cups. He placed one in front of Blake and the man took it into his hands but didn't drink it. Severus moved into the next room but made sure he could still see the two at the table and called the first number on Blake's phone.
"Albus Dumbledore, speaking."
"Albus," Severus said quietly. "It's Severus."
"Severus!" Albus cried. "Did you find him?"
"Yes," Severus said tensely. "We have him."
"Is he okay?"
"Um, no. We are going to make our way back to the school." Severus replied quickly. "We should be there in a day or so. I'm going to call Dr Greenburg to see if he can meet us there."
"Okay, Severus. I'll make up a room for him." Albus said quietly. "Stay safe."
"Thank you, Albus."
Severus hung up and went looking through Blake's phone for Doctor Greenburg's number and he cursed when he couldn't find it. There were too many codewords in the man's contact list.
"Blake?" Severus called out and the man looked up at him blankly. "What have you got Doctor Greenburg's number under?"
"Um," Blake thought for a second. "It's under 'Bear'."
Dracka snorted as Severus pulled up the number and called him.
"Blake!" The man's voice boomed down the phone. "Wie Geht es dir?"
"It's Severus."
"Severus! Is Blake okay?"
"No," Severus replied. "Are you able to meet us at Hogwarts? We should be there in a day or two"
"Yes, yes. Of course, what is wrong?"
"Gunshot wound about four days old," Severus replied. "The veelas tried to heal it but we think a part of the bullet is still in there causing an infection."
"Ja," The man said. "I will be there."
"Thank you."
"Anything for Blake, he is good man! Auf Wiedersehen."
Severus hung up and stared at the phone for a few minutes. The battery was running low again and he couldn't remember if Dracka had a phone cord or not to charge it. He thumbed through the contact list until he came to Shacklebolt's number and rang it.
"Blake! How are you?"
"It's Severus." He told him.
"Snape, is Blake okay?" The other man said with concern in his voice.
"No-"
"Do you need support? I can have a team ready." Kingsley interrupted.
"No," Severus replied, rubbing his face. "We have him but he has been injured. Are you able to pull Potter from the Auror program for a few days? It should take us a day or so to get back to the castle."
"Where are you?"
"Um, somewhere in France." Severus replied and looked at Dracka and the man nodded. "We are going to move back towards the school."
"Okay, I'll see what I can do." Kingsley replied. "Call me if you need support, Snape."
"Thank you," Severus replied and ended the call.
He moved back towards the table and placed Blake's phone in front of him.
"It's almost out of battery," He said as he took a seat at the table. "Did you bring the charger?"
Dracka cursed in answer.
"I have one in my bag," Blake said softly and pushed the phone towards the vampire.
"Do you need any pain killers?" Severus asked.
"Um, yeah." Blake replied. "Hungry."
Dracka barked a laugh and clapped him on the shoulder as he moved towards the kitchen.
"Don't tell me he's going to cook?" Blake asked, looking after the vampire.
"Looks that way," Severus replied.
"Oh, god."
xXx
Harry woke slowly with the late afternoon light coming through the windows. He was curled along Severus's back with his legs tangled with the other man's and feeling more like himself than he had in days. His side was still giving him trouble and because of his own stupidity, his hand was stiff and sore. He sighed and rolled away from Severus to lie on his back.
He felt eyes on him and looked over to see Dracka curled up on a sofa that the boys had found somewhere in the house.
"How did you get that in here?" Harry asked softly, rolling towards the man.
"It's called magic, Blake." Dracka said with a grin.
Harry snorted and pulled himself out of bed, soft light shining through the curtains of the room. He noticed that he was still wearing his pants. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the vampire.
"How do you feel?" Dracka asked as he sat up and stretched.
"Like an idiot," Harry replied with a lopsided smile.
"So normal?"
Harry smiled but the hollow look in his eyes betrayed him.
"When do we move?" Harry asked softly.
"Nightfall," Dracka replied. "Severus doesn't want to apparate into the Paris International Platform."
Harry nodded he wasn't sure who he could rely on at the moment but he trusted Dracka and Severus. He would feel a lot better once he was back at the school. He needed to work through his reports to see how far Simpson's reach had gone.
"We are not far from your Coven," Harry said, raising his head to look at the man.
The vampire stiffened.
"I'm not leaving," Dracka stated, his voice like steel.
Harry nodded and looked away.
"Blake," Dracka said softly, sitting forward on the lounge.
Harry looked back at him.
"What's running through that head of yours?" Dracka asked softly.
Harry ran a hand through his hair, messing it up.
"No idea," Harry said softly.
Severus snorted behind him and laid a hand on his back offering his support.
xXx
They packed up everything as the sky darkened and Harry looked around the house as Severus and Dracka stayed in the dining room. This house was huge and over three floors with two large living areas and five bedrooms, he managed to get it cheap and in need of repair. He'd put a lot of money into it, to bring it up to the standard it was now as he looked around. He hadn't seen the house in over five years and the real estate agent had kept it well maintained.
"Not your normal type of house?" Severus said as he walked back into the dining area off the kitchen.
"Ah, no." Harry agreed as he took a seat. "Mainly just a rental. I told the real estate agent to hold off renting it again after the last tenant left a couple of months ago. I like to have a house free, just in case."
"How many properties do you have?" Dracka asked.
"I have a list somewhere," Harry replied with a small grin. "Mostly rentals. Ry is always telling me off when I want to buy another one but they bring in good income. Saves me from having to do real work for my money."
Severus snorted.
"Might have to look at some new carpets and paint around here before I rent it back out." Harry said looking around.
"And a longer couch," Dracka muttered.
Harry gave him a grin. "I'm not made of money you know."
Dracka looked around the large dining room and raised an eyebrow.
"This is just one of how many houses?" Dracka noted.
"You live in a mansion," Harry deadpanned.
"Okay, you two." Severus cut in. "We should get going."
Harry agreed as Severus shouldered the backpack and Dracka picked up the swag. They moved to the front door and Harry closed it softly behind them before placing a hand on the wood for a second before turning away following Severus. They walked for a while down the quiet streets, Harry following Severus's lead as the man lead them towards the main centre of town.
"Are we going muggle?" Harry asked in amusement.
"Yes," Severus replied. "Problem, Mr Sun?"
"Nope," Harry replied, wishing he had his cane. "Maybe a stop at a chemist might help."
Severus looked around at him as Harry caught up.
"Don't tell me I've been gone that long that you've forgotten?" Harry asked in amusement.
Dracka snorted as they moved closer to town stopping briefly at a chemist for Harry to pick up a cane and more pain killers as Severus kept watch out the front and Dracka kept a watch on him. He didn't take offence at that as they moved further into town. The streets getting busier and Harry found it harder to keep up with Severus's longer strides.
The pain killers helped with the headache and the pain in his side as he kept Severus and Dracka in his sights. He kept his mind open to anything else but it had been a while since he was around so many people and he'd had to pull back on his sense of magic or be overwhelmed.
Severus and Dracka slowed down for him when they noticed he was lagging behind.
"Do you need to stop?" Severus asked in concern.
"All good," Harry replied.
"The train station isn't much further," Dracka said as he glanced around.
"Okay," Harry replied. "Keep going."
The two men set back out as Harry followed them as they kept an eye on him. The men weaved through the crowds on a busy Friday night in town. Harry kept an eye out and it was what saved him when he noticed a man near the station with an unlit cigarette in his fingers and eyes that were too sharp. Harry fell back in the crowd allowing Severus and Dracka to get ahead of him and slid further to the side as he kept an eye on the man and Severus's tall frame.
The man looked Severus and Dracka over as the men got closer and pulled out a mobile phone, which rang alarm bells for Harry since the devices were still uncommon. Harry slipped through the crowds with skill so he wouldn't draw attention to himself. He watched as Severus stopped and looked around. Dracka grabbed his arm and gave him a slight push to keep him moving and Harry was grateful to the vampire. The man had picked up on something as well.
He quickly assessed the rest of the crowd but the man seemed to be working alone but that didn't mean people weren't watching him from a distance. Harry moved closer to the man and picked up a hat from one of the stores lining the street and slipped it on, pushing as much of his hair into it. He winked at the storeowner who blushed as he paid her and moved off, losing his cane near a bench with regret. He tried to walk as normally as he could and his leg was not happy with the arrangement but he ignored it.
He paused next to a group of teenagers and exchanged words with them before weaving further through the crowds. He noticed the gun at the man's belt, tucked to the side, under his coat. He picked a man's pocket as he walked passed and pulled out a cigarette from the packet he had nicked and moved towards the man.
"Vous avez du feu?" Harry muttered and held the cigarette up to the man, keeping his face tilted away.
"Nein French," The man replied in thick accented German.
"De feu?" Harry asked again wiggling the smoke.
The man smiled and reached into his pocket. Just at that moment a teenager bumped into Harry and he stumbled into the man.
"Pardon," Harry muttered then yelled over his shoulder. "Fais attention!"
The man smiled and lit the cigarette for him as Harry turned back to the man.
"Merci," Harry said and disappeared into the crowd moving into the station passing a bill to the teenager that had bumped into him as he did so.
He weaved through the station as he pocketed the gun and man's wallet. He quickly ditched his hat as he swiped another man's cane and coat from off a bench and kept walking, leaning into the cane heavily. Stooping his walk as he moved further into the station as the man looked around for him.
Harry paused and rubbed his hands over a piece of white chalk in his pocket and ran his hands through his hair messing it up and adding a couple of years to his age with the white chalk. He hunched down in the stolen coat that was two sizes too big for his frame and flicked the collar up.
He spotted Dracka moving through the crowd towards him with his nose in the air and circled around the vampire making him frown. Moving towards a group of old people waiting for a train.
"It is too busy here today," Harry remarked in French to an old lady sitting on a walker.
"It is my dear," The woman replied also in French. "These young people just don't know how to respect their elders."
"That they don't." Harry agreed softly as Dracka stopped as he looked around. "Where are you headed this lovely night?"
"Oh, Paris." The woman announced brightly. "My daughter has just had a little baby."
"Congratulations," Harry said with a grin. "Boy or girl?"
"A little girl," The woman sighed. "You must see the photos I have of my other grandchildren."
"I would love to see them," Harry replied and quickly wrote a note on the back of a receipt. "Just give me a minute, I have to give this to my friend before the train comes."
"Of course," The woman cried and Harry slipped off.
The man was watching Dracka as the vampire moved through the crowds. This was going to be the hard part. Harry brushed his magic against the vampire and he flicked his head around towards him. Harry ducked down and moved to his right as Dracka moved towards the place he had been.
He got close enough to stumble on a step and bump into the vampire. Dracka glanced at him then did a double take but before he could grab him, Harry slipped the note into his pocket and palmed his phone before apologising and disappearing into the crowd.
Dracka looked stunned for a second before placing his hand in his pocket. Harry smirked as he worked his way around to the old lady as he kept an eye on the vampire and the man he'd taken the gun from.
"Now, dear." Harry said softly as he moved towards the woman. "My name is Blake Sun and I would love to see the photos of your grandchildren. My son is all grown up now so hopefully grandchildren are in my future."
The old woman grinned and pulled a picture wallet out of her bag as the train pulled into the station.
xXx
Dracka cursed Blake as he moved back towards Severus. He'd taken the wrong bloody phone. Severus shot to his feet when he saw him, their bags on the ground at his feet, the smell of the bags alone giving them space.
"Did you find him?" Severus asked.
"No," Dracka grumbled. "But he found me, the slippery bastard. Picked my pocket as well."
He held Blake's note out to Severus.
'You and Severus were made.' Was written in Blake's hand. 'Keep a look out and I'll catch the next train to Paris, Blake.'
"He stole my phone as well," Dracka growled. "The bugger."
Severus smiled in amusement and took his seat again as Dracka looked around the busy station feeling on edge.
"He always finds a way," Dracka muttered.
"Try living with him," Severus replied with a sigh.
Dracka snorted as they picked up their bags and moved towards the train.
xXx
Harry was starting to think he would have been happier to ride with the animals in the back. Then look at another photo of a smiling child but he just nodded and said the right thing, at the right time, as the woman chatted away.
He ducked down lower in his borrowed coat and was very happy to hear the announcement that Paris station was five minutes away.
"Well," Harry said softly, getting to his feet. "This my stop, my dear. Thank you for showing me your lovely family."
"Oh," The woman smiled. "You are very welcome."
Harry nodded and moved with the rest of the passages, towards the doors and flipped the collar of the coat up and readjusted everything in his pockets as he moved off the train and onto the platform. He spotted the man, the minute he got off the train, his magical signal strong. He turned to his left and fell into step with a man near him.
"Do you know where the taxis are?" Harry asked in English.
"Oui," The man said with a smile. "I'm heading that way."
Harry smiled and walked with the man looking out for anyone else.
"Thank you," Harry said with a grin. "This is my first time in Paris."
"I work here," The man replied, unsure.
"Any good places to eat?" Harry asked lightly with a grin and the man launched into broken English about what to see and where to eat as they moved towards the taxi rank.
"Thank you," Harry said as the man took a cab and he waved as the man moved off.
He turned away from the taxi rank and blended into the crowd standing straighter and curling his collar back down as he pulled a smoke from the packet. He walked up to a man smoking on the street and asked for a light. The man passed him the lighter and Harry leaned back against the wall and watched the entrance of the station.
He spotted Severus first, about ten minutes later, the man standing out in the crowd due to his height with Dracka beside him. They seem to be arguing about something since people were giving them a bit of space and would look over their shoulders as they passed. His boys were not made for this kind of work, Harry thought fondly as he sighed.
"Waiting for someone?" The man next to him asked in French.
"Oui," Harry replied also in French and took another smoke from the packet. "She is always late."
The man laughed as Harry lit the smoke and passed the lighter back.
"They are always like that," The man said with a smile. "But if you are five minutes late you cop the blame."
"Oui," Harry agreed taking a drag on the smoke as he watched the two men.
They seem to come to an agreement and set off down the street. Harry watched them while he kept an eye out for a tail. He couldn't spot one and he thanked the man beside him and moved off, keeping to the other side of the street as he kept pace with them.
They came to a phone box and Harry grinned as Dracka stepped inside. Severus folded his arms over his chest and stood in the doorway with the two bags. Harry could see the scowl on Severus's face from where he stood.
"Yes?" Harry answered the phone with a grin as he leaned up against the wall and pulled a smoke from the packet and held it in his fingers. He only had two left.
"Save me from Severus," Dracka begged and Harry watched in amusement as Severus whacked the other man's shoulder.
"And here I thought you two were getting along very well," Harry replied and shoved his other thoughts of the two of them aside.
"Blake, where are you?"
"Across the road."
Severus's head shot up and scanned the street, it took him a little while to find him and Harry held up the smoke.
"It's safe," Harry replied and hung up the phone.
He asked a passing smoker for a light as the two men moved through the crowds before him and took a drag as Dracka and Severus moved in front of him. He blew the smoke out and passed Dracka his phone and held his hand out for his.
Dracka growled and swapped phones. Harry took the phone and moved off down the street as he kept his eyes open as they moved through the crowds. He stepped into a coffee shop and waited in line. Severus and Dracka behind him in line.
"Blake?" Severus asked softly.
"Oui," Harry answered as he stepped forward in line.
Dracka placed a hand on the man's arm and Harry turned back to the front as his turn came. He stepped forward and ordered a coffee in French with a big smile for the woman behind the counter. The woman blushed as he brushed his hair to the side. He turned to Dracka and Severus behind him.
"Coffee?" Harry asked, in very heavily accented English.
The two men nodded.
"They are new in town," Harry said in French, with a smile turning back to the woman. "Boss told me to show them around. They don't even speak French!"
The girl on the counter giggled and Harry took a wallet out of his pocket and passed over a couple of bills making sure his hand brushed against the woman's. She blushed deeper and Harry took his number and weaved through the tables until he got to a table near the large window so he could see the street.
He took a seat with a sigh, gabbing his bag as Severus placed it on the ground and picking out the water and pills. Severus and Dracka just stared at him.
"What?" Harry asked with a grin.
The woman from the counter stepped over with their coffees and Harry smiled up at her.
"Merci," Harry purred and slid an extra bill across the table.
The woman smiled and tucked the bill away, walking away with a sway to her hips. Harry watched her before turning to Severus and smirked.
"It looks could kill, Severus." Harry drawled as he took a sip of coffee.
Dracka snorted as Severus turned his glare towards Harry.
"So, the man that spotted you is this man." Harry said and placed a wallet on the table. "The man that used to own his coat and cane was this man." Another wallet joined the first. "Got these off some other guy and a kid is ten euros richer tonight."
He placed the smokes on the table then hung the cane from the edge of the table with a grin.
"Also got a nice little weapon off the man watching at the station." Harry finished.
The two men just looked at him as Dracka reached for the wallet.
"You never cease to amaze me," Severus drawled.
Harry gave him a grin and a wink as he sat back in his seat.
"I've had lots of time to perfect my skills." Harry said with a wink. "We used to take it in turns to see what we could get away with, before someone would call the police."
Harry looked at the napkin and the number written there and held it up for Severus to see. The man's eyes darkened.
"All types of skills," Harry replied, as Dracka barked a laugh. "There was a wizard when I got off the train, he was keeping a look out but no one followed you. Simpson has managed to get a spy network working here as well as in Germany."
"Yes," Dracka agreed. "This wasn't just set up recently either."
"Yes," Harry mused, sitting back in his chair. "He was probably working on it while we were working against Dark Lord Voldemort. This is a concerning development. I've never faced a Dark Lord that has gotten this kind of support, so quickly. They normally like to work slow in building up their networks and gathering power. He is working like someone that already knows how to use his dark power."
"Could it just be that we were distracted by the Dark Lord?" Severus asked. "We didn't notice what Simpson was doing?"
"Yes," Dracka agreed. "It could be possible."
"The Council were focused on Dark Lord Voldemort as well," Harry remarked, as he slipped a couple of extra pills out of the bottle and swallowed then down. "Simpson could have slipped through the cracks, he was probably hoping we were too focused in England to come to the Council aid, when he attacked. I'll have to look back through some old reports to pick up where and when he started. I'm sure this started before he was exiled from the states."
Harry took a sip of his coffee, his side burning, his leg sore and the headache brought on from looking at way too many pictures of children was making itself known.
"The question is," Harry announced after a couple of minutes. "Do we stay here or move on?"
Severus and Dracka shared a look.
"We go to Hogwarts," Severus replied. "You are still injured Blake."
"I am aware of that," Harry said softly. "I meant do we move to the Portkey Platform tonight or wait until tomorrow night."
"We should move on," Severus insisted but Dracka was thinking it through.
"An extra night and day could give us time to scope out the Portkey Platform," Dracka said eventually. "Just in case he has men in place there."
Harry nodded and Severus just glared at them.
"I do have an apartment in the city," Harry said softly. "But I think a hotel might be a better idea."
"I agree," Dracka commented.
Severus sat back in his seat, unhappily.
"Severus?" Harry asked, turning to his lover.
"If you think it's best," Severus replied slowly. "But I'm not happy about it."
Harry was torn as he looked around the coffee shop and out the window at the people passing on the sidewalk as they worked through their coffees.
"We move on tonight then," Harry said softly.
Severus started and stared at him, Harry gave him a small smile as he pulled himself to his feet, gritting his teeth as he put his weight on his bad leg. Severus picked up the bag and placed the items on the table inside it before swinging it onto his shoulder as Dracka picked up the swag.
"Give that here," Harry held a hand out for the swag and the vampire passed it over.
Harry gave a wink to the waitress as they moved out of the coffee shop. The first homeless person that Harry spotted he placed the swag down without breaking stride as he followed after Severus and Dracka.
xXx
They made it to the entrance to the Paris International Portkey Platform without a problem. It looked like Simpson didn't want his men too close to the French military as they moved into the entrance.
"Ah, fuck." Harry swore. "Do either of you have my badge?"
Severus smirked and pulled the leather bag from his jacket and passed it over. Harry took it in hand and slipped the badge out before placing the rest of the bag into his stolen coat.
"Bonjour," Harry said to the security guard.
"Bonjour monsieur," The man replied.
Harry held out the badge with a grin and the man's eyes widened.
"Please wait here, sir," The guard replied in French and moved off to speak into his radio.
Harry grinned at the other two men and slipped the badge into his pocket.
"Perks with working for the Department," Harry said with a smile.
"You couldn't have used that in Germany that time?" Severus asked, looking down his nose at Harry.
"Ah, yeah." Harry replied, rubbing his head. "I didn't have it with me."
Dracka snorted as a man in a military uniform made his way towards them.
"Badge?" The man demanded in French.
"Oui, sir." Harry replied and stepped forward showing the man the badge.
The man took in in hand and flipped it over with a raised eyebrow.
"Please come with me, Mr Blake Sun." The man announced in English.
"Thank you, sir." Harry replied with a grin. "We have come a long way."
"Yes, yes." The man huffed and waved his hand. "It has been a busy night tonight."
"People coming or going?" Harry asked in interest.
"More people leaving," The man replied stiffly. "Here we are."
The man passed Harry's badge to the lady behind the counter and he gave Harry a nod before disappearing.
"Hello," Harry said to the woman with a smile.
"Bonjour, sir." The woman replied. "Where are you going tonight?"
"London please," Harry commented, leaning on the counter and slipping the badge back into his pocket.
"Have a nice trip," The woman said with a smile and passed over a piece of steel with a ticket.
"Thank you," Harry said and turned towards the portkey room on the ticket with Dracka and Severus behind him.
"Bloody hell," Dracka swore. "How do I get one of those?"
Harry laughed and stepped into the room and held out the portkey.
"I'm just special," Harry said with a grin.
Severus and Dracka shared a look which Harry ignored.
xXx
It was nearing dawn when they arrived at the castle and Dracka slipped away from them to hurry up to the castle as Harry and Severus lingered. Harry sighed as he looked up at the castle. Severus wrapped his arms around him from behind and leaned back into the man's embrace.
"Home again," Severus purred.
Harry grinned and tilted his head back to look up at the man behind him.
"Over two months gone and it's still standing," Harry muttered.
"You know that Minerva and Albus have a bet that you are going to destroy a part of the school," Severus whispered as the sun rose.
"Which one thinks I'm going to do that?" Harry asked in amusement.
"Both," Severus said with a smirk. "They are betting which part of the castle and they aren't alone in that bet."
Harry barked a laugh and together they moved up to the school.
"Dad!"
Harry looked up to see Ry running towards him with a big grin. Harry grinned, his eyes shining as his son came towards him. The boy skittered to a stop, looking him over before giving him a hug. Harry tightened his hold on his son, ignoring the pain in his side. Ry patted his father's back before pulling back and shaking hands with Severus with a grin.
"Are you okay?" Ry asked his father, looking him over. "Doctor Greenburg is here to see you and Auror Shacklebolt pulled me out of training."
"Whoa," Harry said holding up a hand and the boy grinned. "I'm fine."
Severus snorted and two sets of green eyes looked at him and he shivered.
"Oh, God." Severus moaned. "You really need to cut your hair, Blake."
Harry laughed as Ry wrapped an arm around his shoulders as they moved up to the castle. Ry grinned and started talking a mile a minute about his training as they made their way up to the castle. Severus falling back with a soft smile, this was just what his lover needed.
Albus, Albert, Dracka and Minerva stood waiting on the front steps of the castle as Ry stepped away from his father and Minerva gasped.
"My god, Blake." The woman gasped. "No one is going to think you're not a Potter looking like that!"
Harry grinned and ruffled his hair, spiking it up even more, before rubbing the hair on his face.
"You don't like it?" Harry asked as he moved up the steps.
"You look just like James," Minerva said fondly. "He could never tame his hair either. I was at their wedding you know."
"Really?" Ry piped up.
"Yes," Minerva said with a soft smile. "Did you ever meet him, Blake?"
"Um, no." Harry answered. "I never met him, I was just unlucky enough to get the Potter hair. My father had the same mop of hair. The Potter curse it is."
Harry shared a look with Severus and Ry before reached up and ruffling Ry's hair.
"Like this one." Harry laughed as Ry tried to push his hair back down. "I think a date with the shaver is in order."
"After I look you over, Blake." Albert rumbled, stepping forward.
Dracka smirked.
"No way out of that?" Harry pleaded with a grin.
Severus clamped a hand on his shoulder.
"No," Severus said shortly.
Harry coughed and stepped forward.
"I'm all yours then, Albert." Harry said holding his hands out to his sides.
The large man laughed and gently clapped a hand to his shoulder, steering him away.
"Um, Albus." Harry called over his shoulder.
"Yes, my boy?" Albus asked.
"If I'm not seen in twenty-four hours, please send in reinforcements."
xXx
Severus carefully opened Blake's door and looked around the edge of it. Albert sat at the table and grinned at him when he saw him.
"Severus!" The big man cried. "Come in, come in!"
Severus hesitantly closed the door behind him and sat down at the table.
"Were you injured as well?" Albert asked loudly. "I've already seen to the vampire."
Severus's eyes flicked to Blake's bedroom door.
"Don't worry about him," Albert said with a dark grin. "He has enough drugs running through his system at the moment to take down an elephant!"
"How is he?"
"He still has a fever but I got the last of the bullet out and cleaned up the wound. It was mess. Too dirty when it was closed." Albert calmly told him. "Those veelas have no idea! The shoulder should heal up nicely. The head wound was a little tricky but he should be fine."
Severus paled. "Head wound?"
"Ja," Albert replied.
Severus frowned. "He was having problems remembering things and keeping things in order. We thought it was the fever or the way he was holding his magic."
"It is possible, but the wound was newer than the gunshot." The big man said. "He is good at hiding injuries but he can't hide them from me!"
"Do you want a coffee?" Severus asked.
"Nein," Albert said, getting to his feet. "I need to be going. Look after him Severus."
The man clapped a hand to his shoulder and Severus staggered.
"Thank you, Albert."
"Ja, ja." The man said with a grin. "Any time, Auf Wiedersehen."
"Good bye, Albert."
Severus finished making up his coffee before moving into the bedroom. Blake was sprawled out across the bed on his stomach with the blanket over him, snoring softly and completely boneless. Severus smiled softly as he looked at the man and stepped forward to pull the blanket up higher and run a hand over the man's head before leaving.
He looked up when Dracka peeked around the door.
"He's gone," Severus said with a smirk.
"Thank god," Dracka cried coming into the room. "If he was going to poke my head one more time, I was going to snap."
Severus huffed a laugh as Dracka peeked into the bedroom before pulling the door closed and moving to the table.
"What did the doctor say?" Dracka asked.
Severus placed a mug in front of him as he took a seat himself.
"That Blake had a head injury that we didn't know about," Severus said blandly. "And that he had given him enough drugs to take down an elephant."
"So, he might be awake soon?" Dracka asked with a grin.
"Knowing Blake?" Severus drawled with a smirk. "He will probably be at the door asking for coffee."
Dracka barked a laugh. They both looked up when Ry peeked around the door, his eyes flicking around.
"Come in, Ry." Severus said with a smile. "He's already left."
"Thank god," The boy cried, coming into the room. "He bailed me up in the hallway to talk about birth control and you know how loud he talks! I had third year girls giggling at me."
Dracka snorted into his coffee as Severus smiled.
"It's an important conversation," Severus remarked with a straight face.
Potter's face screwed up, making Severus smirk.
"Ugh," Ry gagged. "How's dad?"
"To quote Albert," Severus said softly. "He has enough drugs in his system to knock out an elephant."
"So, he will be up soon?" Ry questioned with a cheeky grin.
"How's training going?" Severus asked the boy, sitting back in his seat.
"It's great." Ry said excitingly. "Ron and I are having so much fun! More fun than Hermione is at the Ministry!"
Severus smiled and sat back in his seat as they listened to the boy talk. Severus seeing the man that Harry Potter was going to become and he felt proud to be part of the boy's life, a feeling he didn't think he would ever have.
"Did you want to stay with him, Ry?" Severus questioned, some time later. "While Dracka and I go up to the Headmaster to give our report?"
"Sure," Ry replied and took a small book out of his pocket. "I have reading to catch up on and he will probably be awake soon anyway."
"I'm sure Blake has some other books you can read through," Severus said with a smile. "Some of them might bite though."
Ry barked a laugh. "I know what his books are like. You get bitten by a book at five and you remember to check them after that."
Dracka grinned and clapped a hand to the boy's shoulder as they made their way out of the room.
xXx
Severus was surprised that Blake slept through the day and was still sleeping when he went to bed that night. He looked down at the man sprawled out across the bed. He may not be tall but he knew how to spread out. Severus looked down at him while he snored quietly before stripping down and climbing under the covers. He pushed the man gently until he rolled over onto his side and curled up facing away from Severus.
He could feel the bandages around the man's waist as he curled up along his back and carefully placed an arm around his chest and was quickly asleep.
He jolted when a hand shook his shoulder and he looked up at Dracka. He glanced over his shoulder to see Blake still curled up asleep. The vampire moved out of the room and Severus pulled on some pants before following him out.
"What is it?" Severus asked.
He looked at the clock to see he had only been asleep for about four hours.
"Simpson attacked a village in Germany," Dracka reported. "The Council and Ministry came to their aid and he pulled back. Blake's wards kept them back until we arrived."
Severus frowned and sat down at the dining table.
"Do you think he was looking for Blake?" Severus asked.
"I think you may be right," Dracka agreed. "It was the closest magical village to where Blake was made. We made a good dint on his forces at least, it was one of the villages that Blake had linked."
"Linked?" Severus asked with a frown.
"He linked a few villages with a type of Portkey so that we could get support in and people out," Dracka replied. "He was hoping to get more done but the Dark Lord here started making moves."
"Is Simpson making a move?" Severus asked.
"I don't think so," Dracka said. "I'm still waiting on reports but we finally got a photo of the man!"
Severus started, for some reason getting photos of the man had been the hardest thing. They had school photos and a couple of side profile shots but the man didn't come to the main battles and getting a full photo had been hard. Not to mention he had some kind of spell on him that made taking images from memories or magical means impossible. The only way to get his photo was with a muggle camera.
"It should be in the file they are sending." Dracka announced and looked over to the bedroom door.
Severus looked over his shoulder but it was still closed, he half expected Blake to be standing there.
"Is he still sleeping?" Dracka asked with a frown.
"Yes," Severus replied. "I don't think he's woken up since Albert left."
"Should we be concerned?" Dracka asked.
"Albert didn't say anything," Severus said. "He must have just given him some strong drugs or he just needed the sleep. You know he has been living rough and may not have been getting sleep before we got to him."
"That's true," Dracka conceded as he stood. "I'll leave you to it."
"Thanks."
Severus sat at the table for a little longer in thought before turning back to the bedroom. He walked in to see Blake sprawled back across the whole bed and sighed.