You - Glad you enjoyed the Harry-centric chapter. Here's another!

Tale of the Three Brothers taken from Harry Potter Wikia, so any differences from movie or book are theirs not mine.

Also there's a blowjob in this chapter if we're still doing warnings.

-YDHP-

"The Deathly what?"

Vlad rolled his eyes fondly, kissing Harry's hairline before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his shrunken backpack.

"The Deathly Hallows. Hang on."

Hunting, Vlad pulled out a book all in runes. Harry couldn't translate a word of it. Vlad however, had no problems it seemed. Apparently it was story time. He quite enjoyed Vlad's voice, so Harry settled in for the duration.

"Three brothers, travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight reached a deep treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learned in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceed to cross.

Halfway though the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit of Death, cheated of his due. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeds to award them with gifts of their own choosing.

The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river. The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to further humiliate death, and asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank.

The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Invisibility Cloak. The three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways.

The eldest brother travelled to a village where a wizard whom he had quarrelled lived. He sought out a duel and fought the wizard using the wand, instantly killing the latter.

Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the eldest brother walked to an inn not far from the duelling site and spent the night there. Taken by his conscience and lust of the Elder Wand's power, the eldest brother boasted of this wand gifted by Death and his own invincibility.

That very night, Death transfigured to a murderous wizard. The unknown murderous wizard crept to the inn as the eldest brother slept, drunk from wine. The wizard slit the oldest brother's throat for good measure and stole the wand. That was when Death took the first brother.

The second brother returned to his home where he lived alone. Turning the stone thrice in his hand the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered.

Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, committed suicide by hanging from his house' balcony so as truly to join her. That was when Death took the second brother for his own.

Death searched for the youngest brother as years passed but never succeeded. It was only when the third brother reached a great age, he took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals."

Harry sat processing for a minute while Vlad took a hearty mouthful of juice, mouth probably dry from the storytelling.

"Ok. I must be being really dense, but what does this have to do with the ring?"

Vlad turned the book, which may as well have been written in Cuneiform for all the good it did Harry. He pointed at a mark partway down the page. A sort of triangle was there, maybe a weird looking eye.

"See this symbol here? It's the same as the ring."

Vlad held the ring up and Harry squinted, seeing how the scratches sort of did resemble it through the crack. Realisation hit Harry with no further explanation.

"This is the stone. The Resurrection Stone. But what's a Deathly Hallow?"

"These three items in the story. They are the Deathly Hallows."

"And?"

"And if what I felt when you held that is right, I know why you're immortal."

"Vlad, you're killing me here!"

His boyfriends mouth quirked slightly in amusement.

"Interesting choice of phrase. When one combines these three items, they make one Master Of Death. Meaning, they control death. I don't know specifically what it means, but I do know that since the three were created to beat Death, it stands to reason that if only one person can combine and control them then a human lifespan is pointless."

"Right. But I only have one."

"Two. You have the Cloak. Which is why I think your dad's family descended from the youngest brother. If it helps, he was the smart one."

"But Solace was a Peverell. So The Peverell line is from Slytherins daughter. Riddle's line is from Slytherins son. I am both sides a Slytherin."

"You're a... what did Samael call it? A dual Slytherin heir. Like your mom."

"Oh. That's true. Not big on the rampant inbreeding in my ancestry."

Vlad hummed to himself, tracing shapes absently on Harry's forearm.

"Not uncommon in magic families anyway. Draco told us about his family remember?"

"Yeah, but-"

"And there have been cases of vampires mated to blood relatives the way I am to you. Harry, you're seeing it from a Muggle perspective rather than a magical one. You aren't even fully human... and it clearly hasn't impacted you the way you're worried it has."

Frowning, Harry had to accept Vlad had a point logically. He compared himself to Morfin and Marvolo Gaunt and found no similarities.

"How did the locket and the Cloak come through differently then if they are all Solace's line?"

"My guess is that somewhere there was a squib daughter who got the locket, maybe even before the Peverell time. The Peverell name was passed through the male line, which means there was a divergence somewhere between a girl who got the locket and a son who got the Cloak. We're talking a millennia here Harry, there are only a handful of creatures alive then and now and the only one I know doesn't know everything."

Harry nodded, feeling his scales prickle in acknowledgement.

"Samael. I need to talk to him about..."

He trailed off, looking at the ring in his hand again.

"The second brother used the stone to bring back loved ones. Could I..."

Vlad understood immediately, knowing what was twisting its way around Harry's heart.

"That's up to you, but you know they can't stay."

Curling his fist around the ring, Harry fought and lost against tears. Vlad didn't take more than a heartbeat to reach out to him, enveloping Harry with cool arms and a sense of safety.

"If you want a minute alone-"

"No. I want you to meet them."

He heard Vlad's heart beat a little harder in response, but he didn't shy away from something that would probably scare off most - "hey wanna meet my dead parents with this one of a kind magical artifact?" - and Harry loved him all the more for it.

"So, what do I do?"

"Turn it thrice in hand. Focus on who you're calling back."

Harry closed his eyes and took a few deep, steadying breaths. His usually dry scales were allowing his palm to sweat, nerves building as he clutched the ring so tightly the stone dug into his skin painfully. He pictured his parents.

One.

Two.

Three.

Vlad shook him gently, prompting Harry to open his eyes. His heart almost stopped as he looked up into the faces of his parents. They were faded, ghostly apparitions but so clearly, beautifully them.

"Harry?"

"Mom? Dad?"

He stood, finding he was just above equal height with Lily and a touch shorter than James. Perfectly between them. They both looked as hungry as he to drink in their features.

"Look at you!"

"Almost a man now aren't you son?"

Their voices coiled around his scaled skin like a hot bath, comfortable like soaking in a warm summers day. Lily's sweet lilt and James' firm yet gentle baritone. They were there and not there at all at once.

They died for him.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh Harry" Lily reached for him, her hands not corporeal but he could feel them all the same "you have nothing to be sorry for."

"I never wanted you to die for me."

"Son" James placed a ghostly hand upon his shoulder, and Harry felt that too "we would do it a thousand times over. A million. It was worth it to see you now. Strong and grown and, dare I say, in love."

Harry turned to Vlad, who had stayed out of the moment until then. He held out his hand, Vlad's clasping it in response instantly. He stood at Harry's side, the tallest of the group but looking infinitely smaller faced with such an intimate, personal and unique situation.

"Mom. Dad. This is Vlad."

Vlad bowed his head to each of them, as if being introduced to some pureblood suitor. Nervous and reverting to how he would have been taught to react to vampire royalty. Before he became it, that was.

"Lovely to meet you Vlad."

"Are you taking good care of my boy Vlad?"

James Potter came over stern, unsettling Vlad slightly but his answer was clear, solid.

"Always."

Lily smacked him anyway, apparently able to gain purchase on him as another apparition.

"Don't scare him James!"

"I had to be sure what with the undying thing."

"That's no excuse!"

Harry couldn't help it; he started laughing. Vlad turned to him, faintly bemused but smiling.

"What's funny?"

"How much my mother reminds me of Hermione. My best friend is basically my mother."

Vlad grinned, nodding.

"I quite agree."

They sat and talked with Lily and James for hours, exchanging school stories and Harry heard memories of the first year of his life. He heard confirmation of what Remus and Sirius had said about Pettigrew and the Fidelius Charm. The betrayal.

In turn they told the stories of facing up to Voldemort and the struggles that came with it. It was cathartic; Harry had never expected he could say so much to his parents faces. Would never hear their voices other than a scant memory or two from when he was barely a year old.

Dawn began to break before they moved.

"We have to go now. We've stayed longer than we should have outside the Veil."

Harry wanted to protest, not done absorbing them.

"But-"

"Harry my love" his mother touched his face, a ghostly whisper on his skin "you can call us again if you need us. But remember son"

"We're always right here."

His father placed a hand over Harry's heart, and Harry could have sworn pressure appeared over his clothing. They stepped back, waiting.

"What's wrong?"

"You have to send us back. Turn it back."

Turn it back... Harry realised they meant the stone, still held in his hand. Somehow he knew the connection could break if he put it down; he called them to him, he had to hold them.

"I love you. Both of you."

"And we love you too son."

Tears rolled freely as his father spoke, falling faster when his mother joined.

"Go on Harry, it's alright."

Harry turned the ring over.

One.

Two.

Three.

They faded from sight, and Harry cried openly. Vlad let him, held him and murmured comforting noises but didn't try to talk him out of his emotional outpouring of sobs. It felt like hours before Harry sensed his tears slowing, face hot and head pounding. He pulled himself together just enough to sit up, noticing Vlad's skin was reddened where Harry had been crying.

Of course. His tears carried his venom.

"Sorry. That must hurt."

Vlad looked down for a second, then shook his head.

"Nope. Maybe my phoenix side protects me."

Samael had been insistent that his own Basilisk side wasn't a threat to Vlad. The scar on Vlad's neck said as much. Harry played his fingers through the colourful glow around Vlad's skin, his magical aura pulsing away in response to Harry's own. It was strange, literally seeing how Vlad sensed him there.

"It's almost breakfast."

Vlad shook his head, sitting up properly.

"You aren't going anywhere. Except a shower and sleep. You've got Quidditch practice this evening and you need to rest."

"What about you?"

"I don't need as much sleep as a human, nor do I need the energy to fly for three hours later."

Harry frowned.

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"And I don't want to let you but both of us being absent will attract attention."

A sudden throbbing blackness shimmered through Vlad's magic, and Harry knew what it was before Vlad reached for his chest with a deep groan of pain.

"Is Riddle calling you?"

"Not me specifically. He's in a bad mood and calling a meeting, presumably for target practice. Go shower, then we'll eat and you can take a little Dreamless Sleep."

"Do you need to go?"

Vlad shook his head

"No. He knows I wouldn't skip class for him."

"Coming?"

His boyfriend quirked an eyebrow, realising what he was asking when Harry indicated the bathroom. Vlad never had to be asked twice. He scrambled up to follow Harry, shifting between phoenix form and humanoid to dull the ache of his Mark. Harry spent the time admiring the dark yet brilliant plumage of his boyfriends feathered side, wondering how Samael and Fawkes couldn't be comfortable close yet Vlad and Harry could.

Though for that moment, all Harry cared for was that they could. Vlad knew Harry disliked the Mark, which darkened when active and stood out more starkly on Vlad's scarred chest. So once he was done washing Harry's hair for him - one of those things he adored doing - and bubbles were swirling the drain, Vlad took to his knees with a clear intention.

Harry let his head fall back against a tiled wall as Vlad's mouth surrounded him, eager and a little clumsy still but Merlin it felt amazing all the same. Harry had no basis for comparison, obviously, but it was Vlad and it was incredible to feel a nimble tongue under his glans, wet suction and Vlad's hand squeezing the base of his shaft. He moaned softly around Harry's cock, a glance down against eyes wanting to close showing Harry Vlad had taken himself in hand.

It was an image Harry found almost unreasonably erotic, obscene and beautiful all at once. Vlad's hands were pale against Harry's fading tan - the sunshine was disappearing rapidly at this time of year - and he appreciated the contrast, then Vlad dragged his mouth further down and Harry's mind went blank with bliss.

Clean enough to get out of the shower at last, Vlad called them an elf to bring breakfast while Harry attempted to get his hair to lie flat. He was stalling really; emotionally fried after the long night talking to his dead parents. Vlad had been right back in front of the Mirror of Erised, Harry couldn't dwell too long with them but oh he had needed that. And he could call them back again to see them if he needed. They would always be waiting.

The smell of everything he liked hit Harry all at once - piles of meat and mushrooms and black pudding. Vlad's bloodied appetite had calmed again that morning, displayed by how he was eating porridge and jam on toast with barely a look at the mountain of bacon and sausage Harry fell to. There was even a pot of blueberry jam.

"You done?"

Vlad asked as Harry rolled the last bacon rasher into a cylinder before popping it into his mouth. Chewing and swallowing, Harry nodded.

"I'm gonna go wash the bacon grease off me though before you drug me."

He waited patiently to push Harry toward a bed. Normally an appealing thought, but since he was going alone just to sleep it was considerably less so. Harry swallowed the halfdose of Dreamless without argument, settling into plush covers.

"I'll tell everyone you're sick, Madam Pomfrey can't confirm or deny."

"Mmmkay."

Harry was already drifting to sleep, hoping not to have any bad dreams despite the potion supposedly blocking them. It had failed him a couple of times after all.

Luckily, Harry woke just before lunch feeling hungry and surprisingly refreshed. His sleep had allowed time to process subconsciously, allowed time for emotions to stabilise somewhat so he could feel some happiness rather than loss and grief for his parents. He had little doubt Vlad knew he was awake with those uncanny senses of his, and by the time Harry made it to lunch to feign a minor stomach ailment Madam Pomfrey had cured, Vlad had a clear space next to him for Harry to take.

"Feeling better?"

"Yep. How much trouble am I in with Hagrid you reckon?"

"He was a little put out but you'll be forgiven I'm sure."

Harry grinned, starting on his steak pie and a wonderfully mushroom heavy lasagna. George had lasagna too, but she was currently adding garlic mayonnaise and crushed barbecue crisps to the top...

Vlad had a weird sister. Two weird sisters, Harry corrected himself, thinking of the self titled Ice Queen at the Slytherin table. The one who cared more for Vlad than she would ever admit to, up to and including accepting his half human status.

"Hey, when's the next meet up?"

One of the Weasley twins gently enquired under the guise of reaching for a fresh bottle of ketchup near Harry.

"Well we have Quidditch tonight, so tomorrow. I'll set the coins after I eat."

"Excellent!"

Harry nodded, stirring a spoon of sugar into his cup of tea. He was thankful tea was served all through the day, which Romanian-born Vlad said was clearly because British people needed tea at all times.

"Says the one who's blood type is pumpkin juice!"

-YDHP-

Probably not an all- Harry chapter again soon but hey it was a change I guess.