When Harry found himself waking up the next morning he felt extremely safe for some reason. Not really thinking about it he chalked it up to being at Hogwarts and burrowed further into the bed to go back to sleep, until he felt something solid against his back. He felt an arm pull him tighter. He figured that it was Ron. His friend had taken to sleeping in his bed around the middle of their 6th year to make sure that Harry would have someone there with him after his nightmares got worse, since Hermione couldn't sleep in the boy's dorm. It helped Harry to not feel so alone.

But the arm around him and the body behind him were different; they were bigger, more muscular. He didn't know anyone like that.

'Oh fuck!' he thought as he stiffened.

Angel felt his mate tense up, so loosened his grip and moved back a little. As Harry turned around, Angel could smell his fear and apprehension.

"Uh…hi. We should probably get up and get dressed. Albus will be here soon," said Angel getting out of bed. He missed the look of complete disbelief that crossed Harry's face.

"Who are you and why am I not in my bed," demanded Harry jumping out of bed. 'What the hell is going o, damn it! And why is he talking about Alb…' "Why don't I feel better knowing that the barmy old man knows about this."

"I'm Angel and as to why you're here… are you good in your Defense class?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What do you know about the call?"

Automatically Harry answered"

When a Veela, Vampire, or a Werewolf's mate turns 17 the call is sent as a power surge…and holy shit you're a vampire! Why the hell am I here alone with you?"

"Because I have a soul" Angel walked over to Harry and pulled him closer. Harry, without thinking, leaned into the embrace. "And both Angelus and I would do any thing to keep you with us," whispered Angel into Harry's ear.

Harry couldn't deny that he felt the pull towards Angel. He brought his face close to the vampire's and said softly, "You don't even know anything about me and I only know three things about you."

"And what would those be?" He could smell arousal coming from the boy and he, too, could feel the pull that wouldn't go away until they mated.

"You're a vampire with a soul and you seem to know Albus." He could feel Angel getting hard as he was pulled in tighter by the larger man.

"What's the third," asked Angel, his lips dragging down Harry's neck.

Harry pulled back enough to see Angel's face and grinned unrepentantly.

"My family and friends are going to be all over you like snow in a blizzard. I'm sorry, but they won't take this lightly."

"Yes, Albus mentioned that you and Neville were well protected."

"Yes they - wait! Neville has a mate too? Do you know who? Are they Dangerous? What are they? How did-," he fired out, upset that something might happen to Neville, before Angel could cut in.

"Yes he does have a mate and yes I know them. I'm his Grandsire. He and Neville are in the other bedroom now."

Harry let out a breath he had been holding. Then something occurred to him. He looked up and smiled widely at Angel. "At least it's not just me this time."

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'Mmm. He's nice and warm. Don't wanna move, but since Dumbles will be here soon we get ready.'

With a sigh, Spike looked down at his mate that was sprawled out across his chest. He started purring to wake the young man. He laughed when he heard, "Mmph…go…Pomphrey…fix nose…Ron."

That was all it took for Neville to shoot up into sitting position.

"Who the hell are you," exclaimed a wide eyed and awake Neville.

"William the Bloody, Master Vampire. You can call me Spike though, luv. Don't worry, I'm not evil anymore. Well, sort of." Seeing the odd look he was getting from his mate he asked, "You want the long or short of it, luv?"

"Short."

"You are my mate. You sent the call and I came with my Sire, Angel, who has a mate here, too. We both have souls, so, no killing. You are mine, wouldn't hurt you if I didn't have a soul."

"Who is the other mate – wait never mind. It's Harry. I swear everything always happens to him," he said as he got out of bed to start getting ready. Spike just watched as the boy started undressing, enjoying the show.

"Not very shy, are you? 'Not that I'm complaining about the view," he said as he took in all the smooth, creamy skin that was all his.

"After some of the things that have happened to me and that I've done in the war I'm not the walking stutter that I was anymore."

"What do you mean you've done?"

"It was a war. You do what you have to do." He sat on the bed leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "I've fought with Harry since we were 15 when we broke in to the department of mysteries. We almost lost his godfather that night. I've been a target since the first war from what Harry's told me. He said that I could have been him. I killed the insane death eater that took my parents from me. She tortured me that night too in the department and she was the one who almost killed Sirius. Killed my Gran last September after school started. She deserved worse than what I did to her." His voice held a coldness to it that spoke volumes. The demon in Spike loved it.

"If it makes you feel better Peaches has really been to hell. Came back almost dead but the Powers That Be cemented his soul. He's a champion. He's pretty complicated."

"Two peas in a pod those two," said Neville with a laugh as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

While he was gone Spike began to smell lust coming from the other side of the bedroom door. He felt himself start to get hard when he had seen Neville in his boxers, but smelling lust from the other two was enough to make him want to pounce his mate when he came back.

So he did.

When Neville came back he found himself pushed up against the door he just closed with Spike doing wonderful things to his ear. Spike raked his nails across the boy's chest causing him inhale sharply through his teeth. Showing his enthusiasm, Neville yanked Spikes hips closer and ground against him. Moaning in pleasure, he latched onto the neck in front of him wanting to leave some kind of mark before he had the time to make a proper one. Wanting release, he freed the two of them of what ever they had on, both groaning loudly and the feel of the other skin against their own. After wrapping his mate's legs around his waist he ground harder against Neville. They could feel could feel their orgasm getting closer and collapsed to the floor panting after they came harder than they had before.

After he felt Neville's heart stop hammering Spike began to untangle the two of them. "Come on luv. We need a shower before we go. If Angel and I are goin' to face the firin' squad, I'm pretty sure we don't need that werewolf smelling what we've been up to."

"No, then Mrs. Weasely would raise hell. It wouldn't be pretty," chuckled Neville.