Harry woke slowly, alone and sprawled out across the bed with just the soft light in the room for company. He pulled himself out of the bed and headed to the bathroom first feeling a lot better The pain in side just a slight ache and the headache gone. His thoughts clear for the first time in a while.

Severus was nowhere to be found and he reached out to the link with him. He brushed against it and felt the man's amusement back. When he walked back into his main room he noticed a file sitting on the table and clicked the kettle on for a coffee. He ordered up some food from the House Elves before dressing.

He settled at the table with a coffee, bacon and eggs, and flicked the file open. His eyes widened as he looked into the face of a plain looking man in his thirties with brown hair and brown eyes. He was turning away slightly and Harry could see that the photo had been taken from a distance with a muggle camera. He felt a chill in his stomach as he looked into that face.

He knew the man and it made him shiver and reach for the silver knife that wasn't there. He flipped the photo over to see the name Graham Simpson in Dracka's curving script. The letters leading into each other on the back.

He placed the photo to the side, his hand shaking slightly before he curled it into a fist. He turned back to the report of the attack last night. He could tell from the report that the attack had been to find him and he frowned. Why was Simpson so focused on him all of a sudden? What did he do to draw the man's attention?

Harry sat back in his seat in thought and tapped a pen on the table. The photo just threw up other questions. He moved to his office and grabbed up a few more files and a blank notebook. He had to write this all out so he could put it all in order in his mind.

It was around lunchtime when Severus came into his room and looked at the table covered from one end to the other and sighed. Harry looked up with a grin.

"Hey," Harry greeted, sitting back in his seat. "Is Dracka coming down or do I have to call him?"

"Do you have something for us?" Severus asked, looking the files over and the notebook full of Blake's writing in interest.

"I do," Harry replied. "Do you want to call him or should I?"

"No need," Dracka announced, coming into the room and looking at the table. "You've been busy."

"More than that," Harry commented. "I know who Graham Simpson is."

The two men stilled and looked at him in surprise. Harry picked up the photo. Then threw it down onto the table.

"This is the man that tortured me and I killed in my time," Harry said blandly.

Severus and Dracka paled at his words.

"Different name and a large age gap," Harry continued. "But the same man. It was annoying me that I didn't know him. I know every Dark Lord from my time and this man was not one of them. I now know why."

"Why?" Severus whispered, unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"The man I knew never held a horcrux, so could never work out how to become a Dark Lord." Harry explained. "And the fact that I killed him, even if he had been working towards being a Dark Lord, I killed him before that could happen."

"Time difference," Severus muttered.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "Annoying, aren't they?"

Dracka snorted and made coffees for the three of them.

"What is concerning me," Harry continued. "Is this attack last night. It seems like it was focused on finding me. Not to mention those men were looking for me at the station. They may have picked up on you two but they didn't move in, they seemed to have been waiting for me."

"What are you thinking?" Dracka asked.

"I'm not sure," Harry replied with a frown. "But I have a feeling that I have caught his attention for some reason."

"You do tend to cause waves, Blake." Dracka grumbled softly.

"That's me," Harry said, with a grin. "I like to rock the boat."

Severus snorted as Dracka placed the mugs of coffee on the table. Harry having to move a couple of files to make room.

"Now," Harry said, turning serious. "If I am a target than that means you two are in trouble as well, which means we can't leave the school alone, understand?"

The two men nodded in agreement.

"I'll contact Kingsley to put extra protection around the Auror School to keep Ry safe as well," Harry said calmly. "Though he is probably the safest of all of us."

Harry tapped his pen for a few seconds, trying to think.

"You said he didn't go by the name Graham Simpson?" Severus muttered.

"Yes," Harry replied. "But I can't remember what name he went by. I'll probably have to look back into some memories to see if I can remember any more about this man but I'm not holding my breath. We know that Graham Simpson is the man's birth name so the name he may have gone by in my time is kind of irrelevant."

Severus paled at Harry words and he gave him a nod. Looking back on his memories was not going to be pleasant and he was sure it would stir up his nightmares.

"I don't think we had much on him," Harry uttered into the silence. "He was just a man that tortured me and then he was dead. Case closed."

Severus flinched at the words said so casually.

"The hallows," Dracka said suddenly.

"What about them?" Harry questioned.

"When you had that flashback," Dracka reminded him. "You said that the hallows were trying to tell you something."

Harry sat up straighter and moved some files around until he pulled out the ones on Simpson that he'd been reading that night. He looked through them and pulled out the school photo of the man and swore. He placed the two photos together and could see the similarity and yet the differences in age and hair style.

"They were trying to tell me," Harry whispered, feeling faint. "I was just too thick to understand. There is still so much I don't know about the hallows. They are just a bloody children story!"

Severus smirked.

"They are more than that to you, Blake." Dracka pointed out.

Harry froze as a thought came to him and the other two sat up, seeing something in his face.

"Maybe that's it," Harry said slowly. "Dark power has a way of creating their own personality. Their form changed from the wand, cloak and stone maybe when I started using the power, they got a life of their own as well. Since their power is mixed in with mine. A dark power that I was never supposed to hold."

"That's a bit of a stretch," Severus mused.

"Possibly," Harry said, unsure.

xXx

Harry could feel claws digging into his sides as light magic swirled around him. Settling on his skin as a figure moved up his body. He tried to flinch away but the claws dug in deeper holding him in place as a body like steel held him down. He cried out when the claws drew down his sides, the warmth of his blood on his skin as the figure leaned over him and bit into his shoulder, the light magic pouring into him. The hallows burning in his veins and he yelled out in pain and looked up into the icy blue eyes above him.

Harry tore himself from the bed in panic. His stomach rolling as he stumbled through the room with Severus shouting behind him. He crashed through the bathroom door and fell onto his knees, with a sharp crack, in front of the toilet as he threw up everything in his stomach.

His hands were shaking and his body shivered as his stomach rebelled until nothing but bile was coming up. He laid his head against the toilet seat as he tried to get his breathing under control as someone rubbed his back and the coldness of the tiles started to seep into his knees.

"Blake?"

Harry closed his eyes as he tried to get his stomach under control. He could feel the phantom feeling of fingers running down his sides and the light magic brushing against him. The hand disappeared as Harry threw up again. When he could focus again there was a glass of water being held out to him by Severus.

Harry took it with a nod and washed his mouth out as he sat on the floor. He winced as he stretched his right leg out and Severus disappeared. Harry leaned his back against the wall next to the toilet, his head tilted back as he tried to push the dream to the side in his mind as his stomach started to settle. The coldness of the tiles cooling his hot skin.

He started when Severus dropped a pair of pants in his lap, just before the vampire walked in. They both looked down at him as Severus held out a pain potion. Harry took it into his hand and just looked up at them.

They were both dark haired and dark eyed but that's where the similarity ended. Severus was a good couple of inches taller with dark hair that brushed his shoulders and a long nose that he used to his advantage as he looked down at Harry. Dracka on the other hand was always well groomed with short facial hair down his cheeks, under his nose and across his chin. He kept his hair short and in trend. Both sets of dark eyes were focused on him.

"Hey," Harry said softly.

Severus's mouth curled up.

"Hey," He said in reply.

"Did I call you?" Harry asked, looking at Dracka.

The vampire's lips curled up, showing fangs. Harry let his head fall back against the wall with a groan. Severus crouched down in front of him and he felt a cold hand on his forehead.

"You're hot," Severus said in concern. "Is your side infected again? Do you want me to call Albert?"

"Oh god, no." Harry snapped with wide eyes.

Dracka snorted as Severus smirked.

"You are an evil man, Snape." Harry growled.

Severus just smirked and helped him to his feet. Harry slipped into the pants that had been dropped onto him. He felt shaky and his hands shook as he tried to tighten his belt, he gave up and left it with a curse. He picked up a jacket when he moved into the living room and slipped it on.

He was steered towards the table and sprawled out in one of the chairs. His files were scattered across the top of it. He looked them over before piling them all up and placing them in the middle of the table. Dracka sat close to him then suddenly leaned forward and sniffed him. Harry's hand froze and he slowly turned his head to look at him.

"Looking for something?" Harry drawled.

"When you called, you sent out light magic," Dracka remarked. "You haven't done that before."

Severus paused in making coffee for them and looked over.

"Um, sorry." Harry said with wide eyes. "Didn't even realise I called you."

"You were yelling in your sleep," Severus said softly as he placed the mugs on the table and took a seat across from him.

Harry looked away as he clenched his hands on the tabletop.

"Blake?" Dracka asked softly. "Was it what happened with the veela?"

"Yes," Harry whispered, the phantom feeling of that light magic making him shiver.

"Tell us what happened," Dracka said softly and curled one of his hands around his forearm gently.

"She tried to claim me," Harry remarked.

Dracka pulled back cursing as Severus brushed his magic against him, making Harry's head shoot up to stare at him. Severus's eyes were dark as they looked at him and his hands were tight around the cup but his magic was soft against him. The man was learning and quickly.

"Blake," Severus whispered. "What does that mean?"

Harry rubbed a hand over his short hair, glad to have it back, as he tried to get his thoughts in order.

"Bound," Dracka said suddenly, startling Harry and Severus. "You said bound after you left. You pulled on your link with Severus."

Harry nodded and Dracka paled.

"You are bound," Dracka whispered.

"No," Harry stated. "I can't be bound to any person with dark or light magic."

Dracka reeled back.

"Why?" Severus questioned.

Harry looked away from him.

"I used my link with you, Severus, to convince Bella that I was bound to you." Harry said instead. "I had to pull on it strong enough to convince her."

"Wait," Dracka snapped. "She tried to claim you? To bind you to her?"

Harry nodded his head and suddenly Dracka was before him. His red eyes shining as he crouched in front of him so they were eye to eye. Harry felt a bolt of fear run through him and he flinched back. Dracka's eyes widened and he gently laid his hand on his knee in apology.

"Can someone please explain this to me?" Severus hissed dangerously.

Harry flinched as he looked up into Severus's dark eyes, filled with rage as he looked at the two of them. Dracka bolted to his feet and flashed his fangs at the man and Severus's eyes darkened even more as he lowered his head slightly.

Harry moved quickly as he lunged at the vampire, bring him down. Dracka yelped in surprise and even Severus looked shocked as Harry pushed Dracka to the floor with his forearm against the man's throat. His legs were clamped around his sides as he leaned his whole weight into the man. His green eyes shining as his magic crackled in the air and along his skin. Dracka quickly tilted his head to the side and Harry let up on the pressure on his throat but didn't get up.

"Sorry," Dracka said softly into the silence.

Harry nodded and pulled himself to his feet and held a hand out to the vampire. Dracka took the offered hand and Harry helped him up.

"What the hell?" Severus cursed.

"You field this one," Harry stated as he took his seat again and grabbed his coffee.

"Gee thanks," Dracka replied. "Sorry Severus, the demon took over for a second there."

Severus paled as he looked between the two of them before taking his seat again.

"I'm going to have to read a book about vampire language, aren't I?" Severus muttered softly.

Harry choked on his coffee as Dracka laughed.

"I'll get you the right one," Dracka said with a grin, his eyes back to normal.

Harry's eyes watered as he finally got his coughing under control.

"I'm still confused here," Severus confessed.

"She tried to bind me to her," Harry said bluntly. "If she had succeeded she would have been able to draw on my magic through the binding. I used the link between us to convince her that I am already bound to you. She tried to block our connection but we broke through it. She took a chance because my dark magic was so low."

Both men paled and stared at Harry as he finished.

"Fuck," Dracka swore and Severus didn't look much better.

"I can't be bound to anyone with dark or light magic," Harry continued, his eyes hollow. "I hold both light and dark power, something that is very rare and never heard of in the amount I have. I've worked on balancing the two types of magic over the years so that I am able to draw on both. If I was bound to someone with either magic the other half would turn on me."

Dracka paled even more at the words.

"I was not born with both types of magic," Harry confessed. "Ry's core is pure light magic…"

Harry paused as he tried to gather his thoughts, his hands shaking.

"The Hallows tainted my core," Harry explained softly. "They have become a part of me after all the years that I have held them. I didn't realise until after the battle with Dark Lord Voldemort that Ry's core was just light magic meaning mine was the same when I was born. Before then, I always thought I was born with some dark magic which was just boosted when I took up the Hallows…I was wrong."

He clenched his hands into fists to stop them shaking and wouldn't look at the other two men. Dracka and Severus looked at him in shock unsure what to say.

"The link I had with Ry at the final battle was the closest I have come to being bound," Harry said softly. "And Ry and myself were born the same person. That link almost killed me…it would have killed me."

Severus wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to his feet as Harry buried his head in his chest as Severus rubbed his back. He could feel Dracka close by, his dark presence brushing against him.

"Blake?" Dracka asked softly after a few minutes and Harry pulled back from Severus to look at him.

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"How do you know so much about vampires and our ways?" Dracka said with a frown, it was something that had been bothering him for a while. "Before, you acted as quickly as a full vampire would have."

"Um," Harry uttered and stepped back from Severus.

Severus raised an eyebrow in question, also wondering about the other man's answer.

"Well you see," Harry replied nervously. "I lived in a Coven for a while."

Dracka started at that.

"That would have meant…" Dracka trailed off.

"Yes," Harry confirmed. "I had a relationship with a vampire."

"Humans don't live in Covens," Dracka countered.

"I'm special," Harry replied with a grin.

Severus clapped him on the shoulder and shoved him towards the bedroom.

"You're special alright," Severus muttered and gave the man another shove when he went to say something else. "See you in the morning, Dracka."

The vampire smirked as the two men disappeared into the bedroom as more questions than answers ran through his head. The biggest one was whether Blake had known him from before he came to this time and it wasn't until a couple of weeks later that he got his answer

xXx

"Blake?" Dracka asked.

The man looked up at him from some files they were working through in his office for a change, instead of Blake's rooms. The man was looking a lot better than he had before. He wasn't so pale and he had slipped back into teaching the students again and his eyes weren't looking as hollow. Severus had told him that he hadn't been calling out in his sleep or waking up from nightmares as much either. He had also started working with his sword again. It looked like Blake was moving forward, like he always seemed to do.

"What?" Blake asked, as he tapped a pen.

"Did you know me?" Dracka blurted out and the pen paused. "From before you came here?"

Blake's eyes widened as he stared at Dracka.

"Ah, no." Blake replied, his eyes guarded. "No, I didn't know you."

Dracka sat back in his seat, a cold feeling in his stomach.

"I knew your brother very well," Blake mumbled, tapping his pen as Dracka started.

A stab of hurt went through him at the thought of his brother even after all these years. His hand tightened on the pen in his own hand as he stared at Blake. The man that had killed his brother.

"You knew him?" Dracka asked, his demon close to the surface.

"Um, yes." Blake replied, stilling. Everything about Blake closed. "I was in and out of your Coven for over a year in negotiations."

"The Treaty?" Dracka asked, sitting forward in his seat in interest.

"Ah, no." Blake replied. "I was just a desk jockey from the Department at that time. I could speak French and knew vampires so I was a go between with the Ministry and a few different vampire' Covens around France and the UK."

The coldness in Dracka's stomach increased as he looked at Blake.

"The Treaty?" He repeated.

"Didn't exist," Blake said calmly. "There was no Treaty, there were arrangements and agreements, but no Treaty."

"My brother…" Dracka trailed off.

"Was a good man," Blake said softly and Dracka could see the hurt in the man's eyes. It had never crossed his mind that Blake would have known him, had never given any sign that he'd known him. "Had one hell of a temper but was a good man. We would spar together sometimes and amuse the rest of the Coven. The man didn't hold his punches."

Dracka smiled as he remembered his brother as he looked at his brother's killer sitting in the seat across from him.

"We worked well together," Blake continued as he nervously played with the pen in his hand. "He wanted more rights for vampires and I was helping him get them."

"And me?" Dracka choked out.

"Ah," Blake stalled. "You had died."

Dracka's stomach dropped at the words.

"Many years before I met your brother," Blake continued. "He would speak of you sometimes when he'd had too much to drink."

Blake smiled softly in memory before looking back to Dracka.

"I still have nightmares of that night," Blake confessed, after a few minutes of silence. "I should have realised where I was. When I arrived but I wasn't in the right state of mind to be working on wards. Which is no excuse for what happened."

"You had a right," Dracka said softly. "He attacked your team first before turning on you."

"No," Blake disagreed. "No, I didn't."

The two men lapsed into silence and they remembered a man that had meant so much to both of them but in two different times. Blake still remembering the feeling of the man's blood on his hands and another vampire on his knees before him, red eyes glaring up at him in pure hate. That night had gone so wrong, so quickly. Dracka remembered the coldness around Blake and the bodies spread out around him. He had feared for his life that night as Blake had held his silver sword so close to his throat.

"I had buried my partner ten months before that," Blake said suddenly into the silence, making Dracka jolt.

The man didn't talk much about his personal life, especially before he stepped through the time rip.

"Before you came here?" Dracka asked.

"Yes," Blake agreed. "She'd been murdered."

Dracka started. "What happened?"

Blake ran a hand over his head and down his face, his green eyes distant.

"I was out of the country," Blake said softly. "China, I think, they had a problem with a ghost dragon."

Blake lapsed into silence and Dracka waited him out. The vampire could tell the other man was caught up in his memories. It reminded him of very old vampires and the way they would drift off in their memories.

"I got the call that they had found her," Blake whispered. "It was not pretty. A Light Wizard had killed her."

"What!" Dracka yelped.

"You don't think a Light Wizard is capable of murder?" Blake asked him.

"No, just surprising." Dracka replied.

"She had a dark core," Blake continued. "This Light Wizard had tracked her down and he murdered her…and my two young children."

Dracka's stomach dropped in horror.

"I didn't take it well," Blake said with a humourless smile. "I stepped through the time rip about a month later without knowing what was on the other side. Didn't much care what was on the other side either."

Dracka shivered.

"Before I knew it," Blake said softly. "There was a baby laying in my arms, looking up at me with bright green eyes. My mind was a mess, completely shattered."

He tapped the pen on the table a couple of times. When he looked back up Dracka could see the pain in his eyes.

"How did you come to work for Gringotts and get the contract to come to my Coven?" Dracka asked, then shivered as Blake smiled darkly.

"The goblins," Blake replied. "It doesn't matter what time you are from, they know who you are and what jobs you have worked. I got the feeling their dreams had come true when, Master Curse Breaker came up against my name. They offered me work and contracts. I took them. I had my son to support. I was hoping that the work would help to pull my mind out of my depression and looking after Ry helped as well. I mostly worked overseas when Ry was younger before taking more contracts here when Ry started Boarding School, the Department would send me work as well."

The room fell into silence and Dracka eyed the other man off. He could tell the other man's mind was seeing something that the vampire couldn't.

Suddenly Blake tilted his head to the side and smirked.

"Severus is pissed off at something," Blake said with a soft smile. "Probably second year potions."

Dracka grinned as Blake fiddled with the ring on his finger.

"Severus," Dracka said slowly and Blake stilled.

"Yes?" Blake asked, his eyes guarded.

"Is a man," Dracka finished.

Blake barked a laugh.

"I have noticed that," Blake remarked with a smirk. "The penis gives it away."

Dracka grinned.

"You have only mentioned female lovers," Dracka pointed out.

"Have I?"

"Yes."

"Oh," Blake replied, sitting back in his seat. "It doesn't really matter to me. Sex is tricky enough with me so whether they are male or female doesn't really come into it until a lot later in a relationship."

"So, you have no preference?" Dracka purred.

Blake sat forward in his seat, his green eyes intense as he looked at Dracka and gave him a wink.

"Not in the least," The man purred.

Blake dangled his hands between his knees as he leaned forward slightly as he looked up at Dracka. His green eyes shining as he licked his lips slightly. Dracka jolted back and Blake grinned at him in amusement.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," Dracka muttered and Blake grinned wider.

Blake sat back in his seat with a smile.

"We should get back to work," The man said after a few more minutes.

Dracka couldn't agree more before his mind went wandering off somewhere it shouldn't.

xXx

Harry held his sword casually in his hand as he looked around one of the unused classrooms on the second floor. He had moved all the tables and chairs to the sides as he stood in the cleared area in the middle.

He took a breath and blew it out before falling into an easy stance and held the position with his eyes closed. Feeling the muscles straining with the added weight of his steel sword. Memories, of the man that had given him the sword, running through his head. He had just been lucky, the day he stepped through the time gap. That he'd had the sword on him as well as the few other items like the silver knife.

He sighed as he started to move, not opening his eyes as he let his body dance with the sword. His teachers used to tell him that he had been born with a sword in his hand and yet the Japanese were quick to remind him different. Normally while they were knocking him to the hard ground.

He moved through the stances and adjusted his movements slightly when his leg would twinge. He needed to flow through the movements.

"It works better if you have someone to work with, Blake."

Harry opened his eyes to see Dracka standing there with a steel sword in his hand and his dark eyes filled with amusement.

"Well, come on." Harry called and moved back to give them room. "Did Severus sell me out?"

Dracka barked a laugh and stepped forward with his sword held out. Harry flicked his sword forward and steel rang out on steel. He danced to the side and pushed forward but Dracka was ready. He pushed him back with his taller frame. Harry flicked his sword to the side then slipped the other way and kicked out at the vampire's side.

"Oi!" Dracka yelped and he jumped back. "That's cheating!"

Harry grinned and circled back around the vampire as Severus slipped into the room. Dracka flicked out with his sword while Harry was distracted. He quickly ducked as the sword passed over his head. He dropped his sword and lunged forward while Dracka was over balanced. He barrelled into Dracka's side and his sword dropped from his hand as Harry pinned him to the ground with a grin.

Harry rolled away grabbing up Dracka's sword as he came to his feet. The weapon felt off balanced in his hand as Dracka skipped back. Harry passed the sword through the air a few times to get the feel of it as he kicked his sword to the vampire. It was heavier and longer than his sword as he brought it up.

"Why do you have a Katana?" Dracka questioned.

"My Master gave it to me," Harry replied as he flicked out with the sword and Dracka brought his sword up.

Dracka pushed forward his advantage and Harry skipped to the side. Wincing slightly as he came down on his right leg at the wrong angle. Dracka grinned as he saw that and pushed forward again. Harry quickly whipped out with the sword then danced to the left, the sword moving with him but Dracka was faster. He blocked him and pushed him back with a swipe of his sword.

Harry stumbled slightly with the heavier blade and jumped back as Dracka swung his sword. Harry took care to land on his left before his right and twisted to the side, bringing the sword up to block with both hands holding the hilt.

"You studied under a Master Swordsman?" Dracka questioned and he moved forward and Harry circled around.

"Yes," Harry replied and moved the sword to his left hand so he could move his weight to his other leg.

"In Japan?"

"Yes," Harry confirmed with a grin.

He moved forward quickly darting in towards Dracka's left then skipped to his right. He brought his sword around and smashed it into Dracka's sword putting the vampire off balance but it wasn't enough as Dracka recovered quickly. The vampire's hand darted out grabbing Harry's wrist and twisting it. Harry cursed loudly about vampire speed as his sword clattered to the ground. Dracka just grinned and pulled him forward with his added strength. Harry crashed to the ground with a yelp as he landed hard on his right side.

"Yield," Harry gasped, his leg blazing in pain.

He panted as he let the pain wash over him until it was just a throbbing as he silently cursed. It looked like his leg was getting worse again or he was just pushing himself too much.

"Blake?" Dracka asked softly from beside him.

"All good," Harry replied, as he pushed the pain to the side.

Working through pain had become his life after that snake had bitten him.

"How long have you worked with that bite?" Severus asked softly as he passed him a bottle of water.

"About forty years," Harry said casually as he looked up at Severus. "It used to be a lot worse."

"The Hallows?" Dracka said softly.

Harry barked a laugh.

"Is a curse," Harry spat as he sprawled out on the stone floor. "It loves pain. At its core it's still dark magic but at least it likes me."

"This is it liking you?" Dracka hissed and Harry looked over at him.

Harry gave him a lopsided smile.

"It healed me enough to walk and saved my life, Dracka." Harry said softly. "Others were not so lucky. We lost two people that day."

Harry saw a shiver pass down the vampire's back at his words.

"Is there lead in that sword of yours?" Harry asked instead.

Dracka barked a laugh and picked up the two swords. There was a big size difference between the two. He looked at the writing on Harry's katana.

"What does the writing say?" Dracka asked.

"'The Dragon who chases the Sun'," Harry replied with a grin as he sat up. "My master was being a smart ass."

"Blake Sun," Severus said softly.

Harry gave him a grin and a wink.

"That's the one," Harry agreed. "Master Asahi Sun."

Harry took the sword in his hand and looked down at it. Feeling the spell work under his palm as he looked at it fondly.

"They were not happy when I turned up on their doorstep to study there," Harry commented.

Harry smirked at the memory.

"You changed their minds?" Severus said with a smirk of his own.

"They realised I wasn't going to take no for an answer," Harry retorted with a grin and Dracka barked a laugh. "I went back there after the snake had bitten me and they helped me relearn how to work with the sword again."

"You must have impressed them," Dracka said softly. "Having a Master Swordsman take you on, when you are not Japanese."

Harry gave the vampire a smile.

"My reputation had preceded me," Harry explained with a smirk. "Plus, I did a lot of warding work around their village and houses."

"Blake Sun," Severus repeated and Harry looked over at him.

"Me or my Master?" Harry asked in amusement.

Dracka barked a laugh.

"You took his name after he died?" Severus clarified.

"Correct," Harry replied. "His family was happy for me to take his name and make it mine. My last name had run its course."

Both men shivered slightly at that and Harry frowned.

"Is that what will happen one day?" Severus whispered.

Harry stilled as he looked up at the two men.

"One day," Harry admitted softly. "People will notice, that I am not aging. Takes longer when I'm around wizards, but people will notice and then they will ask why. That's when the trouble starts."

"They have worked it out before?" Dracka commented.

"Yes," Harry confirmed. "The chance of an immoral life is a strong pull. Even if they don't understand the curse that it is. For what it gives, it also takes."

"I can understand that," Dracka smirked. "They come to us for the same reason."

"Yes," Harry agreed softly. "I imagine they do and leave disappointed or a few pints lighter in blood. They don't understand the price they have to pay."

Dracka barked a laugh as Harry gave them a grin and pulled himself to his feet with the help of his sword as Severus picked up his cane and passed it over. He could feel the dark power of the hallows working in his leg and grinned up at Severus as he held out the sword in return.

"I'm sure Dracka would be happy to give you a couple of lessons," Harry said with a smirk. "I've already given him a warm up."

Dracka barked a laugh as he held his sword up and Severus paled.