"You know," Harry said softly, breaking the silence in the room. "This makes me feel like a student having a detention."
Severus looked up from the potion that he was making and smirked over at him with a glint in his eyes.
"You are cutting that too thick, Mr Sun." Severus drawled and Harry's knife stilled.
"That is not helping, Severus." Harry pointed out with a smirk. "If you start saying Mr Potter, we are going to have problems."
Severus barked a laugh and looked over at his lover in amusement and Harry gave him a lopsided grin.
"Don't think that will be happening anytime soon," Severus remarked smoothly and looked him over.
Harry gave him a grin as he turned and leaned back on the bench.
"You don't think I look like a Harry?" Harry asked with a wink. "Or is it the Potter part?"
Harry smirked as he could see a shiver ran down Severus's spine.
"You are a Potter all right," Severus muttered. "Just not a Ry."
Harry barked a laugh as Severus stirred the potion.
"Which reminds me," Harry announced. "Ry's commander called me yesterday. It seems like he's taken a liking to a fellow trainee and they were found in a comprising position. I'm still not sure why he called me with this information, the boy is an adult now."
Severus huffed a laugh as he leaned a hip on the bench while he stirred the potion.
"Male or female?" Severus asked.
"Female," Harry replied. "Do you think he might have been making a point?"
"To whom?" Severus smirked in amusement.
"Probably himself," Harry replied with a grin. "Poor boy."
"Well," Severus drawled with a smirk. "You came to your senses."
Harry barked a laugh as he looked at Severus in amusement.
"I can always fall back on bad habits," Harry said with a smirk. "Which also reminds me."
Severus groaned as he looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Harry just gave him a grin.
"I tried to bring up a memory of the light wizard I was fighting, but he seems to have the same spell around him as Simpson does," Harry reported.
"Have you seen that kind of spell before?" Severus asked in interest.
"Ah," Harry replied, thinking back. "I've seen something similar, once people started to use memories more often in legal cases, but not like this one. I would say that he has a grounder like a pendent or ring that holds the charm in place around him. The memory is clear except for his face."
"What are you planning on doing then?" Severus inquired as he stopped stirring and added the powered mint to the potion and the smell filled the room.
"I contacted the London police department and they have allowed me to meet with a forensic artist to draw up an image of the man from what I remember," Harry stated as he went back to cutting up as Severus worked. "With that image, I'm hoping to find out the man's identity. This might explain how Simpson it getting veela on his side."
"I wonder how Simpson swayed a Light Wizard?"
"Could have been many ways," Harry said mildly as he worked.
"Have you seen Dark and Light Wizards working together like this before?"
"Yes, but not often," Harry said shortly. "Light Wizards are just as capable of the same damage as Dark Wizards."
Harry's hand stilled as an image of the bloody body of his lover came to mind and the small bodies of his two children. The pain was still raw to him and the memory vivid.
"Blake?"
Harry looked over at Severus at his name and the man was frowning.
"Dracka mentioned to me, what you told him about before you came here," Severus commented. "About your lover and children."
"Yeah," Harry said and placed the knife onto the counter and ran his hand over his head. "I thought he might. It doesn't matter what kind of magic you hold Severus, you can still cause damage. I'm not sure what Simpson offered to get this man on his side but he is there and we will need to find out who he is and what we can do about it."
"Blake?"
"Severus." Harry replied with a quirk to his lips as he looked at his lover.
"Your lover was killed by a Light Wizard?" Severus asked softly.
"Yes," Harry confirmed, the pain was still raw to him. "She was as well as my two children."
"Why?" Severus questioned.
"I can only guess," Harry answered as he looked down at his hands. "The Aurors were looking into it after their deaths. I wasn't there long enough to find out any more but as far as I can guess it was her dark core. She was a beautiful woman with such life to her. She had long straight black hair down to her waist with striking blue eyes. She could still a room with her presence alone and such a quick mind and wit…"
Harry trailed off as he remembered the woman and the way she would move through a room and everyone would take notice of her. Her smile alone could captivate and disarm someone. Harry smiled softly as he remembered the woman, she was fearless and had passion and strength to spare. Severus's hand taking his, pulled him back from the memories as he looked into his dark eyes.
"She was a lawyer in muggle London," Harry expanded with a grin. "Very high-profile cases both there and in the magical communities."
"That's why you know so much about the legal system," Severus accused.
"Yes," Harry agreed with a smile. "I did spend a while looking up laws when I arrived in this time to make sure which laws were in place and which ones weren't."
"That's why you're not a Professor of this school," Severus added, as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
"Yes," Harry said, his grin widening. "I knew the laws around homosexual relationships between Professors here and found the loop hole in it. You will be happy to know that law is being reviewed at the moment."
"Mr Boulder?" Severus asked with a smirk.
Harry gave him a grin in answer.
"How many changes have you made to this timeline?" Severus questioned.
"Just a couple," Harry replied with a smirk. "Just to get things on track."
Harry gave the man a wink.
"I find that hard to believe," Severus drawled.
"Just a gentle nudge," Harry retorted with a smirk. "I'm never sure if what I do will have the correct outcome until after the fact."
"Did you marry her?" Severus asked, bringing Harry back to the topic at hand.
"No," Harry replied. "I thought her father was going to kill me the first time we met. She was from a very pureblood family and I wasn't. Even if I held the Sun name, which is a very old pureblood family but not here in England, of course. I was still a half blood."
"Did she know who you were?"
"Ah, no." Harry replied. "If she did, her father would have definitely killed me, even if I held the title for the Head of House for the Black family."
"You what?" Severus uttered in shock. "How did you get that? What about the Potter family?"
"I gave the Potter name to my eldest son, James." Harry explained. "When his first child was born. I inherited the Black title when Sirius Black was killed. Alissa came from a dark family related to the Malfoy family and a few other pureblood families, here and in Russia."
Severus reeled back as Harry smirked.
"It gets complicated," Harry admitted in amusement. "Once you know generations of the same family tree."
Severus barked a laugh as he looked down at Harry.
"How old were your children?" Severus asked.
"About two and four," Harry replied softly. "Ry reminds me so much of the youngest, Sammy. Same green eyes and messy black hair."
Harry folded into Severus as the man hugged him as he looked over to the potion that they were making and frowned.
"Um, I'm not sure that's meant to be green," Harry commented and Severus swore.
Harry smirked as Severus quickly moved back to the potion and quickly started working on it. He watched his lover fondly as he tried to save the potion before it ended up looking like a Longbottom mess. Harry didn't hold out hope for it as Severus cursed.
xXx
"Come in," Dracka called at the knock on his door.
He looked up as Blake collapsed in the seat across from him. The man flicked a piece of paper at him and Dracka picked it out of the air in amusement. He looked down into a face of a middle-aged man with short dark hair and slightly Asian features in interest.
"I had a forensic artist at the London Police department draw that up," Blake explained. "That was the Light Wizard that tried to capture me."
"You couldn't capture the image off a memory?" Dracka asked in interest.
"Nope," Blake replied as he fiddled with his cane. "He has the same spell on him as Simpson. We should be able to track down his identity. I've already sent a copy to the Ministry of Magic in Germany, France, Russia, and I have Kingsley looking it up in the Auror department. I've also sent one to the goblins, this man may be the master curse breaker that we have been trying to find."
"And if they don't find him there?"
"I'll branch out," Blake said with a smirk. "I have contacts in other Ministries, it's just a matter of time really. Well, unless he is American but I didn't pick that up in his accent. I think we'll find he may be German with ties to China or Japan."
"Have you seen him before?"
"No," Blake replied with a frown. "Should I have?"
"You have lived this time, Blake."
"So," Blake said mildly as he looped a leg over the chair. "I don't know everyone, Dracka. I didn't know you in my time."
Both men looked over at the door when a knock sounded.
"Come in," Dracka called.
A sixth year Slytherin came through the door and paused when he saw Blake sprawled out in the seat in front of the desk.
"Yes, Mr Delson?" Dracka asked with a smirk as Blake righted himself in the seat.
"Um," Ben Delson answered, as his eyes flicked between the two men.
"Well," Blake announced with a grin and pulled himself to his feet. "I'll be off then."
Dracka looked after the other man as he moved passed Delson and out the door with a wave over his shoulder. The boy moved towards the seat as he looked back at Dracka.
"What can I do for you, Mr Delson?" Dracka asked.
xXx
Harry yelled out as pain tore through him and he rolled from the bed and landed on all fours with the blanket tangled around him. He grabbed at his chest, his head swimming, as the world rocked around him. He wasn't sure which way was up as the magic of the Hallows flared, eating him alive as it set his bones on fire. He whimpered and groaned in pain as he tried to catch his breath.
"Blake!"
Harry panted and roughly grabbed the dark magic flaring around him. He pushed it down into the stones of Hogwarts, unable to deal with it. The ground under him groaned as Harry's head pounded. The Hallows settled down slightly and Harry was able to get a hold on them. He collapsed to the side with his back against the bed.
"Get to Dracka!" Harry gasped, without opening his eyes. "See if he's okay."
"Blake?"
Harry looked up at the man crouched beside him, looking pale and holding his own chest. Harry quickly laid a hand on Severus's chest and ran his wizard magic over his dark core. Severus shivered at the feeling with his eyes too large as they looked at him.
"Get to Dracka!" Harry snapped as he lay back against the bed, squinting his eyes in pain. "It would have hit him hard."
Severus looked unsure before pulling on some pants and a shirt and ran from the room just as Harry's phone rang. Harry groaned and reached up and fumbled around until he could grab the damn thing.
"Blake," Harry answered.
"What did you do?" Albus asked, sounding breathless.
"It wasn't me," Harry replied. "It was Simpson."
"I'll be right down," Albus replied, hanging up.
Harry laid his head back against the bed with his chest aching and his head pounding. He looked up when Severus walked in supporting Dracka. The vampire looked like shit as Severus dropped him onto the bed. Dracka sprawled out with one arm over his eyes.
Harry reached out a hand to the man and rested it on his arm. He closed his eyes and softly ran his wizard magic over the other man, smoothing out the dark magic as much as he could. The man covered his hand with his own.
"Thanks," Dracka muttered. "Severus do you have a pain potion?"
Severus passed a potion over to both Dracka and Harry and took one himself. Albus walked into the room and looked down at Dracka sprawled out on the bed, Harry tangled up in the blanket on the floor, and Severus leaning against the wall, looking pale.
"What the hell happened?" Albus snapped.
Dracka snorted as Severus smirked.
"You made the Headmaster swear, Blake." The vampire muttered. "Even I haven't done that."
"I didn't do this!" Harry snapped back, his temper flaring.
"My headache says different," Albus remarked dryly.
"Well I may have pushed the dark magic into the stones," Harry admitted. "But I didn't pull on the dark magic."
Dracka pulled himself up. "That wasn't you?"
"No!" Harry replied, holding his head.
"What is going on?" Albus asked, looking around.
"Simpson," Harry stated. "He just pulled on the dark magic. The stupid man! He fucking pulled on the core of dark magic!"
Dracka paled at the words.
Severus knelt down in front of him.
"Explain, Blake?" Severus asked softly.
Harry held his head in his hands as it pounded, feeling the Hallows clawing at him in rage as dark mists crept into his vision. He was having trouble putting his thoughts in order.
"All dark magic is linked, well not linked per say." Harry tried to say, then words failed him. "More like indirectly linked. Like two objects that are the same thing sitting side by side. They are same thing but separated slightly but still the same."
"Blake," Severus uttered. "You're not making sense."
Harry laid his head back against the bed and Dracka placed his hand on his shoulder. The vampire's dark magic brushing him as his own magic reached out.
"I think he is trying to say that we all draw our magic from the same source," Dracka stated.
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed with his eyes closed. "But no. But close enough. Simpson just killed a lot of people to do nothing! He didn't understand!"
Dracka's hand tightened on his shoulder, Harry's head still pounding.
"What do you mean, my boy?" Albus asked softly.
"You can grab the dark magic," Harry tried to explain but it was hard to put the words into order. "But you can't pull it into yourself. It doesn't work that way! It's not yours. You can work it with preparation but not hold it! You can't pull it into yourself! It's not like a Dark Ritual."
"Sh, Blake." Severus cooed as he placed a hand on his other shoulder. "Just take a minute."
Harry just rested his head back and tried to get his breathing and thoughts under control. He was not looking forward to seeing the file of what Simpson had done. The Dark Lord had been so careful and calculating so far, what had made him do something so rash?
"It felt like someone pulled on my magic," Dracka commented. "Similar to what Blake does but they grabbed the whole lot and pulled sharply."
"I felt it as well," Severus added.
"I felt nothing," Albus said. "Until the dark magic was pushed into the ground."
"That was me," Harry admitted. "Sorry, wasn't thinking."
"That's fine, my boy." Albus said kindly. "Warning would be nice though, but I'm kind of getting used to it."
"I had to," Harry muttered. "It was flaring out, angry. Scared. Full of rage."
Silence descended on the room at Harry's words.
"What did he try to do?" Albus asked after a couple of minutes.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up at the Headmaster.
"Without looking at the report," Harry said. "I can only guess."
"And that would be?" Dracka asked as he slipped down off the bed to curl up with other man.
Harry felt comforted by the man's dark presence next to him as the Hallows started to calm as Dracka's dark magic brushed against him.
"I think he used the Dark Ritual that he would have used to become a Dark Lord but he pulled on the dark magic in the earth instead of the magic from the people he killed. He then tried to pull it into himself. To claim it as his own." Harry uttered. "You can't do that. You can't cage a wild animal and expect it to obey you."
"Because you can't take in that magic?" Severus repeated.
"Yes!" Harry agreed. "It backlashed out to anyone with dark magic."
"Because we all hold the same magic," Dracka added.
"Yes!" Harry cried, then amended. "Well, close enough."
"Why can't you hold it?" Severus asked as he sat on the floor.
"You can't," Harry replied simply. "Trust me it would take a long time for me to explain why and I can barely string a sentence together at the moment."
"I'm sure we'll get a report soon enough," Dracka commented.
"Oh, god." Harry moaned as he held his head in his hands. "All those people."
Dracka rubbed his back as Severus sat on his other side. Suddenly Blake's phone went off and the four men looked at it. Blake passed it to Dracka. The vampire took it with a grimace.
"Dracka," He answered. "Yeah, he's here…what is it?"
Harry held his head as it pounded.
"Yeah…we felt it….where?…okay." Dracka said into the phone as he rubbed Harry's back. "Does he need to go there?…okay….yeah, I'll tell him…send the report when you have it. Danke."
Dracka hung up and just held the phone, not looking at anyone.
"Bad?" Severus asked softly.
"Ah, yeah." Dracka said. "Small muggle town. He wiped it out. Everyone dead. They will send the report when it's ready. It's a bit of a mess over there at the moment."
"Germany?" Harry asked. "Was that Conner?"
"Yes."
"Do they need me?"
"No, the dark magic wiped it clean when it flared out."
Harry shivered at the words and leaned back against the bed. Dracka went to get up but Harry grabbed his knee, stopping him and he settled down again.
"You should probably wake the Heads of Houses, Headmaster." Harry suggested. "That would have woken any of the children with dark magic. Callum Genger, check on him, it would have hit him hard as well."
Albus paled at the words.
"I'll just be going then," Albus announced with a hard look in his eyes. "I'll see you in the morning, boys."
"Night, Albus."
Harry's phone rang again and Dracka sighed as he answered it.
"Do you need anything?" Severus asked.
"Bottle of water and my pain pills, please." Harry requested and gave Severus a small smile as Dracka spoke in German next to him.
Severus nodded and moved out of the room as Harry rested back against the bed, his hand on Dracka's knee. Feeling the man's dark magic brushing against him as he spoke. His voice washing over him, calming both him and the Hallows. There was a reason that dark magic, pulled on dark magic. They were a part of a whole.
xXx
Severus looked down at his lover on the floor with his hand clamped on the vampire's knee as Dracka spoke on the phone in German. He was sure that Blake was out. He could still feel the slight tension in his chest and by the state Dracka had been in. He was sure that it had hit Blake even harder. He'd never heard Blake yell out like he did and he shivered.
"I don't think I'm going anywhere tonight," Dracka remarked as he hung up the phone and looked up at Severus.
"Why would that be Mr Dracka?" Severus purred.
"Dark power pulls dark power, Severus." The man replied bitterly.
"I hate hearing those words," Severus swore as he placed the pills and the bottle of water on the bedside table.
Dracka snorted and gave him a lopsided grin.
"You have felt it, Severus." Dracka pointed out.
Severus nodded and looked down at Blake.
"He's holding the dark magic close," Dracka explained. "I think my magic is helping him."
Severus raised an eyebrow in question and Dracka shifted slightly.
"I only have dark magic, Severus." Dracka reminded him. "I don't have any wizard magic. That's why Blake had to ward my classroom, rooms and office so that the Headmaster doesn't yell at me as much as he does Blake for using dark magic."
Severus snorted and said, "Yes, I have seen your dark magic."
Dracka leaned back and looked up at him.
"Do you think we should get him up?" Severus asked.
"Nah," Dracka said as Blake's phone rang again. "I'll probably be up with this thing anyway. You can take the bed."
Severus sighed as Dracka answered the phone. He pulled another blanket out of the cupboard and spread it out over the bed. He slipped out of his shirt but kept his pants on. He ran his hand through Blake's hair and nodded to Dracka before curling up on his side. Dracka's soft voice sending him back to sleep.
xXx
Harry started awake when someone shook his shoulder. Severus held out his pill bottle and the bottle of water with a smile. He took the pills and water in his hands with a soft 'thanks'. He shook two out and washed them down.
"Minster of Magic called." Severus reported. "You have to be there in about an hour and a half. Dracka is getting ready now, he will stand for the Council."
Harry rubbed his face, feeling stiff from sleeping on the floor.
"From all reports," Severus continued already dressed and ready to go. "The Ministry has descended into chaos and the Minister has set up a press meeting. Dracka will probably throw your phone at you as well, once you are up. You might want to look out for that."
Harry smirked and got to his feet slowly. He moved to the cupboard and started dressing in his suit.
"Am I standing for the Treaty?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Severus replied, then gave him a twisted smile. "And the Department of Mysteries."
Harry froze as he pulled his dress shirt on.
"Really?" Harry asked in surprise. "Dylan didn't want to come up? He normally likes yelling at idiots and the Ministry is going to be full of them today."
"Mr Dogwood called this morning and very politely stated 'You can deal with the pack of idiots'," Severus replied with a smirk as passed him a few pieces of paper with Dracka's curling writing on them to him. "I could hear an alarm ringing in the background and he didn't sound happy."
"Are you coming?" Harry asked as he looked through the notes. "Why the hell did he write this in three different languages?"
Severus smirked as he looked at the papers.
"Because it's Dracka?" Severus smirked.
"So, are you coming Severus?" Harry asked again looking up at Severus.
"Of course," Severus answered. "Panicking politicians and reporters are always amusing."
Harry grinned and buttoned up his shirt and slipped into his suit jacket. He patted his jacket and pants down. Picked up his cherry wand and placed it in the special pocket in his jacket. His slipped his Department badge into his other pocket.
"No other weapons?" Severus asked. "What about your other wand?"
Harry looked over at the elder wand sitting on his table. Just the thought of touching another dark item after last night had him turning his head away.
"I have all I need." Harry said with a smile up at Severus.
"We don't have time," Severus rumbled with a smirk.
Harry's eyes darkened as he stepped closer and slipped his tie around Severus's neck and pulled him close. Severus smirked and kissed him quickly. Harry grinned and stepped back.
"Where is Dracka meeting us?" Harry asked as he picked up the notes again, reading through them.
"Great Hall," Severus answered. "Meeting is at nine. Just enough time for you to have a coffee before you face the chaos."
"Right," Harry remarked as he looked up the clock, they had less than an hour. "Does Dracka have the file yet?"
"First reports came through this morning," Severus stated.
They moved out to the main room and Harry picked up the file on the dining table. He glanced around but that was the only one there. He walked over and closed his office door before using the bathroom. The two men walked out into the hallway, side by side.
They walked into the Great Hall to lots of noise as owls flew around. Harry was reminded of the time Voldemort came back to power.
"Oi!" Harry yelled and the hall went quiet. "Enough noise you lot!"
Severus smirked next to him as Harry glared out at the children.
"Thank you, Mr Sun." Albus stated from the Head Table. "Some of you might have been woken last night, I assure you that you are safe here. I know today's newspaper may be distressing and if any students have any problems or questions my door is open or you can go to your Head of House. Please eat and keep the volume down."
Harry moved through the hall and nicked a paper off a student as he passed. Severus's smirk widened at the student as they moved passed her.
'Magical Europe in chaos.'
"Straight to the point," Harry remarked as he flicked his wrist and the paper sailed back to the student he'd stolen it from.
Dracka flicked his phone at him as he got closer and Harry caught it just as it rang.
"Blake," Harry answered the phone.
"Blake!" A female voice came down the phone in Chinese. "You finally answer the phone. Your assistant doesn't speak Chinese."
"Ms Chin," Harry answered also in Chinese. "My apologies, my dear."
"What is going on over there?" Ms Chin questioned, primly.
"A Dark Lord in Germany pulled at the core of dark magic," Harry explained quickly as Severus pushed a mug of coffee in his direction. "He failed, that is all I know at this stage."
"Thank you, Blake," The woman said softly. "We'll bring the Ministry up to red alert and inform those that need to be told."
"I'll call once I know more," Harry promised. "Good day, Ms Chin."
Harry hung up and looked over the hall before placing the papers on the table. He stole Dracka's pen off him and wrote a note at the bottom of the paper before him.
"'Chinese Ministry on red alert'," Dracka read. "That's just about all the Ministries now. They will probably close the Borders next, once they know what is going on."
"Yes," Harry replied. "In one night, Simpson has managed to alert every magical community in the world to his presence. I have no doubt he has gone to ground very quickly after he failed to pull in the dark magic he was after. He had probably been hoping to become the most powerful wizard in history and has now become one of the most wanted."
"So, he won't attack?" Minerva asked, looking pale.
"Oh no," Harry replied, looking over at the woman. "He'll be hurting. His big move has failed and everyone is aware of him and they would have known it came from this way. You don't do what he did and get away with it unscarred."
Harry sat down and placed his phone on the table and flicked the file Dracka had left him open. He removed the photos and spread them out on the table as he picked up his coffee.
"This is interesting," Harry muttered as he picked through the photos.
Minerva leaned over, paled and pushed her plate away.
"You call that interesting?" The woman asked faintly. "That's disturbing."
"That it is," Harry agreed. "What is interesting is he used magic to kill his victims. It looks like he placed a barrier spell around the area then used the magic in the ritual like a wide scale killing curse before he pulled on the dark power in the earth. I wonder where he got that idea from? But these things are not for the breakfast table."
Dracka snorted and slid another file his way as his phone buzzed on the table.
"Blake," Harry answered.
"About time you answer your phone!" A woman's voice purred down the line in French.
Harry's hand froze as he looked at the photos.
"Bella," Harry greeted and could feel Severus and Dracka tensing beside him. "What can I do for you?"
"We are getting disturbing reports, Blake." Bella stated.
"Yes, yes we are." Harry agreed. "Nothing to fear. He failed in his task."
"You know you have our support through the Treaty, my love." Bella reminded him and Dracka tensed beside him and started to growl.
Harry laid his hand on the man's arm in warning.
"Thank you, Bella." Harry replied. "There may be dark and light creatures fleeing from Germany over the Border. If they fall under the Treaty they have safe passage."
"Of course, Blake." Bella purred.
"That means you let them through, Bella." Harry said sternly. "Without trouble."
"Yes, yes." The woman agreed. "I will have my men out at the Border."
"They will be scared, Bella." Harry pointed out as he tightened his hand on Dracka's arm. "I'll be in contact with the Ministry and the Covens to pick them up."
"I will not have vampires here," Bella spat and Dracka growled louder.
"While the Treaty stands," Harry hissed, his voice deadly. "You will and they will pass without any trouble."
Silence greeted him on the other end of the phone.
"Of course, Blake." Bella replied, reluctantly. "Until I see you again, Love."
Bella hung up the phone and Harry placed it on the table. His hand shaking slightly as he went back to his reports but not before patting Dracka's arm. He picked up his coffee to try to get the bitter taste out of his mouth. Dealing with light creatures could be just as hard as dealing with dark ones, just in different ways.
"Blake?" Dracka questioned.
"Leave it," Harry snapped in French, steel in his voice. "We have other things to worry about here. If your men or any of the Covens run into trouble with her. You will tell me, understood?"
Dracka gave him a red eye stare before giving him a nod. Harry held his eyes evenly.
"If you give her any trouble," Harry hissed, not in the mood to deal with this now. "There will be trouble, understand?"
Dracka flashed his fangs at Harry before nodding his head sharply.
"We cannot afford to have infighting," Harry warned him. "Not now."
Dracka gave him a long stare before looking away and Harry sighed. He patted the man's arm before looking back at the reports. Once he finished with the reports he pushed them over to Dracka. He finished his coffee before placing his notes away in his pocket and stood. Dracka and Severus stood with him. The hall went silent at his move.
"Good luck, my boys." Albus said quietly.
"And you, Albus." Harry added. "I'm not sure how long we are going to be. We'll stay at my house in London if it's longer than today. Call me if you need me."
"I will," Albus confirmed and shook his hand.
Harry nodded and they moved off out of the hall, the students' eyes on them the whole way. They made it to the entrance hall before Harry fished out a pendent from his pocket and held it out to the vampire. Dracka grinned as he leaned forward.
"You owe me a hundred Gallons," Harry muttered as he slipped the cord over the vampire's head.
"I'll take it out of what you owe Severus in cauldrons," The vampire replied with a cheeky grin and a wink.
Harry grinned as Severus snorted before they moved across the grass to the front gates. Harry apparated them to the Ministry then sighed as he looked around at the chaos around him. It was going to be a long day.
xXx
Severus sat back in his seat as people yelled at each other in the large hall, they were in. Blake sat next to him with a notebook out and talking into his phone, the calls hadn't stopped. Dracka was across the room talking to a couple of vampires with some space around them. He kept an eye on the vampire and the room in general, the atmosphere in the room putting him on edge. He imagined that this is what the Ministry felt like when Voldemort first came to power.
"Severus."
Severus looked over his shoulder to see Lucius Malfoy behind him and he stood up. Blake glanced at him and Malfoy before focusing back on his notebook as he spoke into his phone in French.
"Still alive, Lucius." Severus sneered. "What a shame."
"I am a Malfoy, Severus." The blonde snapped back as he looked down his nose at the other man. "A Malfoy always lives on."
"How is Narcissa?" Severus smirked.
Malfoy tensed.
"She is well," Lucius said evenly. "As is Draco, your corruption of the boy is far reaching. He has been talking about nothing else but becoming a Potion Master. Perhaps we were a little hasty when we named you his godfather. Narcissa's idea, of course."
Severus smirked with a glint in his eyes.
"He has the talent," Severus remarked. "And the intellect that is lacking in some of the Malfoy line."
Lucius tensed as he glared at his fellow Slytherin, they both knew they had come to an impasse. Lucius's pale eyes bore into him as he held his cane to his side in a white knuckle grip.
"I'm sure that my son will be in contact," Lucius sneered.
"I'll be sure to keep a look out for my godson," Severus replied mildly. "You know, I'm surprised they let you in here."
"I was pardoned of all crimes, Severus." Lucius snipped at him.
"Let me guess," Severus drawled. "Under the Imperius?"
"How did you guess?" Lucius questioned in fake surprise. "I see you are on the right side this time?"
Malfoy's eyes flicked to Blake which made Severus grit his teeth. Lucius lips twisted up knowing that he'd hit a sore spot.
"What?" Severus asked sweetly. "Not running away to another Dark Lord?"
Lucius paled and Severus took satisfaction in that.
"Oi!" Blake snapped, his eyes hard. "Take it outside if you are going to swing fists."
Lucius smirked as Severus clapped a hand on Blake's shoulder. Lucius nodded to the two of them and stalked off as Blake went back to his phone call. Severus smirked and retook his seat as the room quieted. The Minister of magic made an appearance. Dracka moved back towards them with a grin on his face and Blake raised an eyebrow at the expression. Dracka just flashed his fangs at him and Blake went back to his notebook and phone.
"Thank you everyone for coming on such short notice," Minister Rufus Scrimgeour called clearly as he stood at the front of the room.
The man's gold eyes rolled over everyone and Severus shivered as they focused on Blake whom was still on the phone before moving on. Dracka took a seat next to Severus and flashed his fangs at him which Severus just gave him a smirk back.
"We are getting reports in now," The Minister continued. "Of a mass murder of a muggle town in Germany. Some of you may have felt the attempt on your magic and we are under the understanding that Dark Lord Graham Simpson failed in his task."
Blake finished his call and slipped his phone into his pocket as he focused on the Minister.
"One hundred and fifty-three people were killed in the attempt." Scrimgeour announced.
Noise drowned out the Minister and the man clapped his cane to the floor. A loud bang sounded in the room, silencing everyone.
"Silence!" Scrimgeour growled.
"Has he been taking lessons from you Blake?" Dracka whispered and Blake grinned over at him.
"Reports are still coming in as we speak," Scrimgeour continued. "This man has been on our watch list for some time and we have specialised teams working on finding out more information."
"Is he really a Dark Lord?" Someone yelled.
"Enough!" Scrimgeour growled. "All questions will be answered in time. Yes, this man has been confirmed as a Dark Lord."
The room erupted back into chaos as Blake sat back in his seat. He crossed his ankles in front of him as he looked around. Scrimgeour banged his cane against the floor a couple of times until silence fell again.
"I will hand over to Head Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt for his report," Scrimgeour announced into the silence as Kingsley stepped forward.
"Thank you, Minister." Kingsley replied.
Noise erupted again and Blake sighed.
"This is going to take a while," Blake muttered.
Severus couldn't agree more. A man slipped through the seats and held a note out to Blake.
"Thank you," Blake told him before he hurried off without a word.
'Meeting after in room six, level four. Dylan.' Was written on the paper.
Blake past it on to Severus whom passed it to Dracka. Blake then grinned and flicked his cherry wand and the room fell into silence as he cast a spell across the crowd. Kinsley stalled until his eyes locked with Blake's and he nodded his head in thanks. The press meeting went quicker after that since everyone was reduced to speaking in whispers. Severus smirked as he looked around, it still surprised him the little trick spells that Blake knew.
"Mr Sun, you are standing in for the Department of Mysteries." Kingsley called. "Do you have anything to add?"
Whispering stated up around the hall as Blake got to his feet and walked through the crowd to the front of the room. Blake didn't look like much as he limped to the front with his cane tapping on the floor and yet Severus could see the respect for the older man.
"Thank you, Auror Shacklebolt." Blake said, his voice rolling over the crowd and silencing the whispers. "We can confirm, one hundred percent that Simpson failed in his attempt. We can also confirm that we are taking every precaution we can at this moment, to not only keep Britain safe, but also France, Germany and our allies."
Whispers started back up again.
"The Council of Magical Creatures also stands with us." Blake continued. "As they did against Dark Lord Voldemort."
Even with Blake's spell the noise around the hall increased.
"Enough!" Blake barked and the room fell silent.
A man stood at his seat and raised his hand into the air.
"Yes?" Blake called.
"Can you guarantee this?" Journalist asked, his voice carrying.
"Yes. They have stood beside us before." Blake remined them. "They have died beside us in the last war. Is your memory that short, Mr Clarkson? I'm sure that Mr Rolf Dracka would be happy to stand up here and confirm my words."
The man blushed and sat as Dracka leered over at him as people glanced in his direction. Severus noticed more than a few people pale and look away from the vampire.
"We are working on keeping everyone as safe as we can make them," Blake continued. "I will not stand here and lie to you. I have no doubt there will be more deaths before this war is over. Simpson has shown he has no regard for life and that he will take whatever steps he can to get what he wants. That attempt last night is just one example of this."
Severus shivered at Blake's words and he could see others shifting around him.
"If we work together," Blake stated softly. "If we stand as one, regardless of blood or magic, we will be stronger."
Complete silence greeted him and even Severus was surprised at Blake's words. He didn't normally bring politics into his statements. Blake looked around at everyone gathered for a couple of minutes before he smirked and Dracka groaned at the look.
"That attempt," Blake called with a glint in his eyes. "Pulled on everyone with dark magic. We are all in this together and he could have quite easily have pulled on anyone with light magic. Remember that. We are not that far apart."
"The bugger," Dracka muttered. "He just had to say that."
Severus smirked.
"Minister Scrimgeour," Blake said calmly, turning to the man. "I leave this in your capable hands."
"Thank you, Mr Sun." Scrimgeour rumbled, his gold eyes wide as he stepped up and Blake made his way through the crowd back to his seat.
"Holy fuck," Dracka swore as Blake took a seat and looked over at him.
"I think I've used that speech a few times now," Blake admitted as he stretched out his legs and crossed his ankles. "It always amazes me how easily people forget. History repeats and all that."
Severus snorted as the meeting rolled on.
xXx
Harry placed his phone and notes on the meeting room table and looked around. The Minster stood to the side taking to Kingsley while Severus spoke to Dracka and another man. Dylan Dogwood, Head of the Department of Mysteries was already settled at the table. He had some reports before him along with a few other people he knew in passing.
Harry tapped his pen on the table as he looked through his notes, checking that he had covered everything and called back whom he had to call. His phone rang on the table and he sighed.
"Blake," Harry answered as he tapped his pen and missed the days of caller ID.
"Blake," Albus's voice came down the phone. "Remus should be meeting you soon to stand in for the Order."
"Thank you, Headmaster." Harry replied. "Does he know where we are?"
"Yes," Albus replied. "Kingsley already called."
"Okay," Harry replied as his phone beeped. "I have to go. My phone is almost out of battery."
"Okay, my boy. Good luck."
Harry hung up and looked around the room for a power point. He spotted one in the corner of the room and walked over. There was always one in just about every room in the Ministry, it was just a matter of finding the buggers. He was sure that they had used one too many memory charms on the electricians that set up the Ministry and they had just started placing the power points anywhere. He pulled a cord out of his pocket and plugged it in and sat the phone on the small table that he nudge over.
"That was quite a speech, Mr Sun."
Harry looked up at the Minster as the man looked down at him with golden eyes. He stood up and faced him as he leaned back on his cane. The irony of the man mirroring him with his own cane didn't escape either man.
"Was that a compliment or sarcasm?" Harry asked.
The man grinned, the expression twisting up his face and making him look like a lion barring his teeth.
"You may hold some power around here, Mr Sun," Scrimgeour consented. "But I am still the Minister of Magic."
"And I wouldn't dream of taking that away from you," Harry stated calmly. "I already have my hands full with more than I can handle."
The man's brown hair curled around his face like a mane as he looked at Harry. His gold eyes unreadable as he looked him over.
"I'm glad we are on the same page, Mr Sun." Scrimgeour rumbled. "I would hate to have friction between us."
"Not at all, Minister." Harry said sweetly. "Not in these times. A united front is always a better defence than a fractured one."
Scrimgeour nodded his head in agreement before he turned and moved towards the large table.
"By the way, Minster." Harry called.
"Yes, Mr Sun?" The man asked, turning back.
"You won't mind me placing wards around this room, would you?" Harry questioned as the room started to take notice of them.
The man's golden eyes flicked around, before that smile was back. A barring of his teeth with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Of course not, Mr Sun." Scrimgeour growled. "I wouldn't turn down free work from a master curse breaker."
"Thank you, Minister." Harry replied.
Remus Lupin slipped into the room at that moment and nodded over to him. Harry moved to the door and quickly placed silencing and a few other wards around the room. He sliced through all the wards the Ministry may have placed and sent a white noise charm over the room to confuse any muggle listening devices. He made sure to cover both muggle and magical ways of spying on the room before retaking his seat at the table.
Three hours later they were still working through reports and Harry's patience was starting to slip and he wasn't the only one. He could see that Dylan was ready to snap and he sent a smirk in the man's direction. Dylan's glare picked up a notch and he opened his mouth.
"I think that's all we can do at the moment," The Minster called. "I'll owl or call you with anything else, thank you everyone."
Harry wrote a few phone numbers and names on a scape bit of paper. He slid it across the table to Scrimgeour whom nodded and everyone broke up and floated off.
"I need coffee," Harry muttered and Severus snorted.
"Couldn't agree more," Remus added as he moved over to the other men.
"Just be lucky you weren't at the press meeting," Harry pointed out as he gathered up his notes and Severus grabbed his phone and cord.
Harry took the phone from the man and slipped it into his pocket without looking at it. He was sure he would have missed calls.
"I think we might head off," Harry said to the others. "There's not much more we can do until more information comes in."
Remus clapped a hand to his shoulder.
"I can understand that," Remus laughed. "I was just happy to get away from Teddy!"
"Ha," Harry grinned. "It's fun, isn't it?"
Remus groaned, "They are little terrors!"
"Try teaching them," Severus muttered darkly.
"What Severus really means," Dracka butted in. "Is try torturing them."
Severus pushed the vampire as Remus and Harry snorted and stepped back.
"You try teaching for as long as I have!" Severus growled.
"Hey, I'm a vampire and students don't fear me as much as you!"
Harry rolled his eyes and stepped away from the two men with Remus. It was a familiar argument between the two.
"How have you been going?" Harry asked the werewolf.
"I've been very well," Remus replied.
Harry had to agree with him as he looked him over. The dark curse around him seemed more content and Remus didn't look as thin and worn.
"You may want to think about a bib when feeling the baby though," Harry stated as he pointed out the mark on the man's shirt.
Remus cursed as Harry clapped a hand to his shoulder and looked over at Severus and Dracka standing toe to toe.
"So, yeah." Harry muttered as Remus looked over and smirked. "I think we should be going. Oi, you two!"
Severus and Dracka turned twin glares on him and Remus stepped back. Harry just grinned.
"Shall we go?" Harry asked politely. "Or should I borrow two swords from the Department for you?"
xXx
Dracka looked around the townhouse that Blake had apparated them to in interest. The apartment was money and Dracka was surprised by it as he wandered through the many rooms. Blake seemed to choose small houses or apartments but his place could easily stand with Malfoy Manor or one of the other pureblood houses in money value and he frowned.
He moved into the large kitchen to find Blake making a coffee.
"How much is this place worth?" Dracka asked as he looked around.
"Not as much as Hogwarts," Blake answered with a smirk over his shoulder and Severus snorted as he moved into the room.
"He used the same line on me," Severus commented as he sat at one of the bar stools as Blake finished making the coffee and pulled out three cups.
"The Sun name is a pureblood family," Blake remarked as he leaned a hip on the bench.
"This isn't a Potter property?" Dracka asked in interest.
"No," Blake replied as he shared a look with Severus.
"Then you must have brought this place?" Dracka inquired.
"I did…I used to live here before I came to this time."
Both men looked at him and Blake raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"You used to live here?" Severus asked softly.
"Yes," Blake confirmed. "Why are you so surprised?"
"Just not your style," Dracka remarked.
Blake gave them a grin with a glint in his eyes.
"And what would my style be, Mr Dracka?"
"Not this," Dracka deadpanned.
Blake barked a laugh as he looked the two men over.
"We have to be back at the Ministry tomorrow," Blake said instead. "Dylan wants me to come down to the Department. It's going to be another long day."
xXx
Harry woke the next morning curled up along Severus's back as he flicked the alarm off and groaned. He kissed Severus's shoulder as the man woke up and gave a soft groan and Harry had to agree.
He rolled onto his back and ran a hand over his face, just enjoying the feeling of the soft bed under him. Severus rolled into his side and flung his arm over his chest and Harry gave it a pat. Severus lifted his head and kissed his shoulder as Harry watched him. He pulled himself up and pulled the blanket back as he looked down at him with dark eyes.
"Yes?" Harry purred and Severus gave him a grin.
The man dipped forward and kissed his collar bone as he moved to settle between his legs. He kissed up his neck and Harry tilted his head to the side. Severus rocked his hips slightly and Harry gasped as the man captured his lips in a kiss.
Harry brought his legs up on either side of the man as he tilted his hips slightly and Severus's eyes darkened. He reached over and opened the bedside table and scrambled around in there for a little while.
"It's in there," Harry insisted in amusement.
"Need a bloody search party," Severus muttered.
Harry sat up and grabbed Severus around the hips and started kissing and nibbling down his side as the man tried to find the lube. He finally pulled back with the glass vial and Harry fell back to the bed with a grin.
xXx
Missing scene.
xXx
Severus dipped forward and gave him a kiss as Harry unhooked his legs and let them rest against the man's sides. He could see that Severus was watching the magic around them in interest but he didn't grab it as it settled on their skin.
Harry gave him a smirk and grabbed the combined magic and gave it a slight pull and watched Severus's eyes follow it to his hand. He tapped into his core and a strand of rainbow coloured cord flowed forward. He shaped a spell in his mind with the magic in his hands and cast a cleaning charm.
Severus eyes widened and he shivered slightly as the magic settled.
"Show off," Severus muttered as he moved to Harry's side.
"I'll show you how to brush the magic off," Harry said with a chuckle.
Harry curled his hand slightly as he grabbed their combined magic and gave a slight tug before brushing it to the side. He watched Severus's eyes following it.
"You can do it next time," Harry said in amusement. "I'm guessing you never bothered before and just let it wear off?"
"Yes," Severus replied as he curled into his side. "The magic sight?"
"What you can see now?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Severus said. "Can anyone see it?"
"Yes," Harry replied. "It takes time, like working with your dark magic. It's better to ease yourself into seeing the magic. You can do it, once you centre yourself."
"Why do I see it after sex?"
"It flows over from me," Harry replied as he laid back on the bed. "I can call it anytime until all I see is the magic around us. When we have sex, the magic is closer to the surface for both of us. That's why I have so much trouble in holding it back from connecting to yours, since you still have to learn to hold back your own magic or push mine to the side."
Severus frowned as he looked up at him.
"I focus more on holding the magic to the side than the magic sight," Harry expanded. "That is why you can see it. I can help you connect to it, like we did that time on the beach. Just remember that you can get lost to the sight."
Severus shivered as he remembered the way the beach looked and the dark cloak of magic around Dracka.
"To do curse breaking you need to see at least the shadows of the magic," Harry continued. "To become a master curse breaker, you need to be able to see all of the magic. To submerge yourself into the world of magic completely. You need to train your mind to work between the magic and the real world."
"And when you couldn't pull back from the magic sight?" Severus asked in interest.
"I am not born to the sight, Severus." Harry replied. "It would have eventually fallen away from my sight."
"And if you are born to the sight?"
"Life is hard," Harry uttered. "You have to focus your mind to pull back from the magic. Most people born to the sight, go mad. They wake to the sight and have to learn to pull back from it. My sight sits between the two worlds when I wake but it takes very little thought to see the real world. People born it, see the magic world completely the minute they wake."
Severus shivered at the thought.
"When you look into that world, Severus." Harry said softly. "It's alive, things seem to live in there. They brush passed you and you can see the life and magic in everything."
Severus looked around at the magic and Harry reached out to their connection and strengthen it before grabbing their magic and pulling slightly. Severus's eyes darted to him.
"Don't pull on my magic," Harry warned.
Severus nodded and Harry pulled the magic sight forward completely and let it flow across the connection. Severus gasped as the world of shadows and rainbows took over his sight. Harry gently evened out the connection as he grabbed Severus's magic. Severus wouldn't be able to see the full extent of the magic but just an idea.
Severus's eyes looked over towards something and Harry turned his head to see a patch of light that shouldn't be there. It moved slightly as if floating.
"What is that?" Severus whispered.
"Wild light magic," Harry explained. "Just a small patch."
Severus's eyes darted as something flicked and moved through the room quickly and he started. Harry grinned as he watched the other man looking around with large eyes as he held the connection between them, feeling it blazing.
"Why can't I grab your magic?" Severus asked softly.
"If you grab my magic and pull on it, while I hold it like this." Harry stated. "You will bind my magic with yours."
Severus flinched back at those words and Harry quirked his lips.
"A connection once formed, can be broken, Severus." Harry reminded him. "I want you to touch on the connection."
Severus reached out his hand and touched on the connection and Harry watched him in amusement. He didn't need to physically touch it but when learning it helped.
"Can you feel the magic?" Harry asked and Severus nodded. "I want you to pulled back on the connection until only the connection with the ring reminds."
Harry let go of the connection and let Severus grab a hold of it. He watched him fondly as the man frowned as his sharp eyes looked at the magic cord in his hand.
"As you ease back, the magic sight should fade." Harry whispered and Severus nodded.
Harry placed his hands behind his head as he watched Severus and the connection. He didn't nudge him with his magic as Severus felt it out with both his hand and magic. He let him work at his own pace.
"I can still feel it," Severus said smoothly. "But I can't see it."
"That's right," Harry replied. "I can teach you to bring that sight forward without our connection if you want?"
Severus nodded as his hand still held the connection, he ran his fingers along the cord until he touched Harry's chest. He laid his hand there with his fingers spread over the spot.
"If you need to," Harry said. "You can break that connection."
"Why would I need to do that?" Severus drawled as his dark eyes looked down at him.
Harry gave him a grin.
"You never know what the future my hold," Harry remarked with a wink. "Now, should we face the day?"
A/N: About five more chapter to go. Hehe. Excited much?