In a study where the sunlight was shining through large double windows, there paced a worried Dark Lord. Back in forth in front of those same windows, with a glance every 6th step to the fireplace expecting it to flare up and a certain annoy and rambunctious son to step through with that annoying smile of his. Ever since Voldemort took in that calculating 14 year old, Voldemort's life hasn't been the same. Every year his son grew more confident and devious, the more Voldemort's life continues to change. He had never expected to be a father or actually worry and love someone, but Harry had managed to snake his way into Voldemort's heart. Hence the reason for his pacing, that same son, should have been back by now.
Voldemort was already furious that his son had been attacked and vulnerable for three days. He doesn't think he hasn't slept since that first night Harry didn't call and each day it was worse than before. He was worried but knew Harry could take care of himself, and that he could just be busy, but the leather band with white woven in it that was on his wrist has been just barely warm, indicating he was at least alive. It usually radiated at least some heat depending on how active and happy Harry was. It was tied to Harry's life force. There were four others who have the same band with the same white strip but a different band that coordinates with the colors on Harry's band. It had been Voldemort's idea about having something to know that Harry was ok, after the first attack he suffered and didn't show up for three days. But Harry had design and discovered a way to make it happen. Harry created the bands himself and only gave them to his family, those he trusts with his life since the bands not only told how full of life Harry was but it could also take you to his location and vice versa. Unfortunately Harry made them all make a wizards oath to not take action until the fourth day, since Harry usually need 1 to 3 days to recover from an attack. It didn't matter where he was recovering, his magic and his inheritance kept him protected.
So yesterday when the returned to its usual warmth, Voldemort gave his son an hour to contact him before he took matters into his hands, which meant he called Harry. Pulling out the phone Harry had magically altered for him, he called his son.
"Don't you hello me Harrison! Are you alright?...What happened?...You what? Did you kill them or do I need to?...Perhaps I should go there and make sure you are alright since you can't call…*sigh*Have you talked the Volturi yet?...Are you talking to them right now?...Something happened then, Alright when are you coming home?..." Lucius, Severus and Fenir, they also had bands that Harry had made and while they had been worried, they knew as long as it had some warmth that Harry would make a comeback. They entered the study and Voldemort thoughtfully looked at them, "Instead of me, perhaps your uncles should come get you…Then maybe this will hurry up and end and you can be safe once more…,"Voldemort frowned, "What did you?...Harrison! You didn't kill them did you?...Did you use your elemental powers? You know you shouldn't be using them especially since you destroy half of Potter Manor when you started…Fine you're right, ok be good….Hurry Home, and I'll talk to you soon." Voldemort ended the phone and placed on the desk and look at the three worried men and said, "He should be home tomorrow."
Which brings us to the fact that it is now tomorrow and it's afternoon and Harry still hasn't show up. Hence the pacing.
"My Lord, Harry will be alright. He has survived worst things than this," Lucius said calmly sipping some scotch.
"Exactly the pup has more spunk and instinct than most give him credit for," Fenir added picking his teeth with a toothpick.
"I'm not worried about him being killed," Voldemort received eye rolls and amended, "It's not the only thing I'm worried about, I'm also worried that he could kill the whole coven of vampires and we won't have an allies! Damn his brash temper!" Voldemort complained as he rubbed his temple.
"My lord as much as it pains me to admit, Harry has lost his brash temper in favor for a more calmer approach before he loses it. He has taken to point out when he is near his limit and gives fair warning," Severus corrected.
"Damn Gryffindor tendencies," Voldemort muttered sitting at his desk. The fireplace lit up and pale man with long black hair came stumbling through and had managed to catch himself before falling. The man looked up and around his burgundy eyes widened before they were back to normal and he was composed and unmoving.
Voldemort looked the others with confusion and asking, "Who are you? And where is Harrison?"
Fenir took sniff and growled, "Vampire," before stopping and looking at the vampire in confusion before a huge canine smile spread across his face.
"What Fenir?" Voldemort asked as he had seen the action.
"my, my, didn't figure the pup like frigid," Fenir chuckled to himself, confusing everyone including the vampire.
"I'm not like you Uncle Fen, at least I have class," Harry teased stepping out of the floo with ease, it had taken Lucius and Severus three whole days of practicing and Severus muttering, 'flys with grace and learns everything else fast except floo.'
"Come on pup just because that one tried to seduce doesn't mean they are all like that!" Fenir told him, hearing a soft, bare noticeable growl that came from the vampire, Fenir knew Harry heard it as well.
Harry lifted an eyebrow and Fenir conceded, "Fine it's five times, but its your fault walking around without a shirt on in the early morning when they are trying to leave!" Fenir smirked when he heard the same growling again.
Laughing Harry turned to his father, "Hello father, have you met Marcus?"
"Is Marcus the vampire that's standing near you?" Voldemort asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes he is, he is a guest till the end of the war," Harry answered and softly whispered, "hopefully forever too." But only Marcus and Fenir heard it. Marcus was shocked but managed to keep his mask in place and Fenir expression soften and thought, 'its about time, pup. Good luck!'
"I see. This is Marcus from the Volturi then. This is what you meant when you said you were changing it. Very Slytherin," Voldemort said with a bit of pride in his voice, he may not have heard but he could read lips.
"Thank you Father, if you don't mind I'll show Marcus to his quarters then a father/son talk?" Harry asked with a questioning tone.
"Perhaps the master guest room in the east wing third floor? After Marcus is settled we'll talk here, " Voldemort suggested knowing full well that Harry was already planning on that room.
"You! My father is a genius!" Harry exclaimed with a knowing smirk. Sometimes it is scary at well Harry could read and think like his father and vice versa.
Severus and Lucius were slightly confused, why would they place Marcus, a political guest, in their nephew's wing?
"If you will follow me Marcus," Harry said walking towards the door. Marcus followed just silent as he had been through-out the conversation. He had been observing the people in the room as they conversed and talked with his angelic devil. His father, Lord Voldemort, was not what he had predicted. He had expected him, as a Dark Lord he would have guess someone who would be cold and distant even to his son, but then the apple hardly falls far from the tree, it seems. Then there was Fenir, a wolf if he ever saw one. It was interesting that his devilish angel would have a wolf for an uncle. The other two in room seemed as stiff as any vampire and if it hadn't been for their beating hearts, Marcus would have guessed that they were vampires.
As they rounded a corner and started up the stairs to the third floor, Harry started a conversation.
"So Kitten how did find floo?" Harry asked flashing him a grin.
"Floo? Do you mean traveling through the fireplace?" Marcus questioned looking straight ahead.
"Yep," Harry answered.
"It is not my favorite way of traveling and would appreciate an alternate route," Marcus stated with a straight face.
Harry stopped for a moment before a smile appeared and Harry caught back up with Marcus and said, "My poor kitten , were you less than graceful coming through?"
The silence that followed was enough for Harry to smirked as they continued their walk to the master guestroom.
It was only a few more steps before the guestroom door appeared and Harry opened it for Marcus then following him through. After shutting the door, Harry advanced upon Marcus causing Marcus to back into a chair.
"You won't have to travel by yourself again, if you wish it kitten," Harry said running his fingers down Marcus's face.
Marcus gasped an unneeded as Harry continued to run his fingers over Marcus's face.
"Let me be there for you always Marcus," Harry whispered dangerously close to Marcus's lips.
Marcus was frozen, not even remembering to breathe the unnecessary air. With one last brush against Marcus's face, Harry placed a chaste kiss across his lips before withdrawing with a soft smile and left the room, leaving Marcus still frozen against the back of a chair.
AN – So…what did you think?
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