A/N: I'm really sorry... I know that this is a very late update despite my promise and commitment earlier T_T. Though this was not a very good reason, I really am very busy, still very busy until today too... BTW, this chapter was halfway beta'ed by borderlinecrazy. so, please thanks her for the good and smooth paragraph in the beginning and expect mistakes in the latter paragraph =P Why it was still halfway? Because I'm impatient to wait for the next repairment and because lots of you already asking I've decided just to post it anyway.

The next stories that would be updated is 30 cm differences. I will try to stay true to my first scheduled, at least a week or 10 days in every installment, just pray that I'm not to busy though T_T

-###_###-

My Broken Mate

-###_###-

Chapter 2. Why Should We Trust Our Heart…

-###_###-

FROM THE BOOK OF RARE GEM IN MAGICAL WORLD. EDITION- MAGICAL BEING.

Bab XXXII Chapter 2. Rahr's characteristic and profile.

-###_###-

Almost all Rahr were dominants, meaning they were bigger than the average Wizard, their bone structure larger and stronger, and covered with bulging muscles. This often making them look intimidating as well as dwarfing their Mate. Even the female Rahr were tall, and although they didn't have the same masculine muscle mass, their power could not be underestimated.

Their signature appearance was their intricate and ornamental tattoos covering their bodies, except for their faces. They also have wings, however unlike Veela, their wings were almost bat-like, with a black leathery surface. They had strong, sharp, poisonous black claws that were said could even melt steel. Some Rahr, if they were powerful, also have horns. These horns are a visual representation of the amount of power each Rahr had. With these tattoos, wings, claws, and sometimes horns; their overall appearance could make Muggles unfortunate enough to glimpse them mistake Rahr for demons of myth in Muggle society
Sightings of Rahr were rare, as Rahr had their own glamour that was impenetrable even by advanced Wizardry, which helped them blend easily into the Wizarding world. Though sometimes, under great duress or high emotional states, this glamour was easily dispersed. This was because the wings and claws were necessary as a defensive and offensive power for the Rahr, and they were useless if covered by glamour.

-###_###-

Sirius had tried the past two hours ago to contact Severus but the floo was closed. He already tried to send an owl, but there was still no answer. He was frustrated and also concerned, he knew that Severus usually had a sleep in after a night full of brewing, but usually, he would answer his owl one hour after he accepted it. Maybe he had gone outside to buy some Potions ingredients…

He sighed again… This was so unfair… He always hated being a middle man, the risk sometimes was always not worth the results. Well, he couldn't complain much, he need to go to Ministry. Since he was an active duty Auror, he had an obligation and needed to attend it. With a heavy heart, he decided to go to the Ministry.

-###_###-

"Do you hear about it?"

"What..."

"Is it about lucius Malfoy."

"Ah, I heard about it..."

"What... What happen..."

"He's dead..."

"...murdered..."

"...suicide..."

"...curse..."

That was the talk around the Ministry, Sirius had just been in for 10 minutes, and he already found out about 20 different theories of why Lucius Malfoy was killed, about how cursed that family was... about maybe how they might be killed by his son, because his son is money hunger person, etc, etc.

But when he met Arthur Weasley in the lift, he was greeted by the cheerily man, "Hello, Sirius..."

"Atta, Arthur boy, how do you do?" He replied back, happy with the familiar face.

"Fine... And you..."

Winked. "Like usual, lacking a night of passion since my man is a cold-hearted man." He joked, though, sadly, it was quite true but he wouldn't change his lover for somebody warmhearted.

Sirius, after Azkaban, was too moody and dark to be approached, he was distrustful of anyone and angry at everyone. And the one person who became his punching bag was Severus, until one night he went too far and hurt Severus. In the end, Sirius tried to mend his relationship. Of course, with a lot of begging, accepting punishments and giving gifts…

"Had you heard it?" He whispered conspiratorially at Arthur, trying to dig into the matter fully, knowing that Arthur, though a good man would be one of the source of gossip. "About Lucius Malfoy?"

"Hmmm, poor lad," Arthur whispered morosely. "Never wishes that kind of death for a Wizard."

Sirius raised his eyebrow questioningly, trying to prod further, "how did he die?" he asked curiously. Right now, he was felt very lucky that the lift was empty except for the two of them, caused he would never comfortable talking about the cause of death of Lucius Malfoy if someone was able to eavesdropping unashamedly.

"Someone had beaten him black and blue and leaved him in Knockturn Alley, killed in Muggle way, without magic, heard his body was filled with hole and when someone had found them he looked so pale, they said his body had lost too much blood..." Arthur whispered conspiratorially.

Sirius was really surprised, it was amazingly rare for someone to be killed in Muggle way given that Wizard since a long way ago had invented spell to prevent this. Especially for a pureblood who never went anywhere without their wand, it was almost impossible.."Really?"

"Yup, really, this is an ironic way to die for a man who hate Muggle with compassion." Arthur spoke softly, afraid that someone might heard. "Aah, that's my floor. Bye, Sirius, gave my regards to Severus and Harry."

Sirius gave a weak nod toward the hurried Weasley. Inside, he was numb…

Lucius Malfoy was dead? Is that why Severus had been so hard to be contacted? Is this why Harry got those symptoms? He really needed to find Severus...

-###_###-

Ironically, it was Severus who had found him first, at lunch time when he filled his stomach with chicken and mayo sandwich in the Ministry's cafeteria. The presence of the dour man had roused quite a gossip since he was rarely seen although he was one of the War Heroes and especially after Lucius's death rumor in the office. Like a fire, Sirius watched helplessly, one by one, they started gossiping madly.

"Follow me..." The usually sour man said curtly, didn't caring about the whispers surround him, already accustomed at being a source of gossip. And Sirius already familiar with his lover's temper followed him obediently.

They found themselves in Sirius's office again, his Auror partner was still in his lunch. Making him and Severus alone... If the situation didn't seem so somber he would attack his lover there and then, actually he already prepared to just do that but when he saw the seriousness in his lover's eyes and the complicated ward he was weaving into Sirius's office. He chose to listen what the pale haired man would say.

"You must be already heard what happen to lucius..." That sentence was said in finality, not a question but a statement.

The Auror nodded his head warily, thinking what would his dark somber lover across him wanted to say. He saw the thin and pale man swallowed with difficultly, "I need your help, Siri..."

-###_###-

Severus knew when Sirius groaned that he was already halfway to the winning path. Sirius groaned only when he knew Severus would ask him something he might be couldn't refused.

Inwardly, he smirked triumphantly, the Gryffindor, was truly a puppy in his hand, who would had though that someday, they would be in this position. Sirius although the dominant one, was someone who couldn't refuse Severus almost anything, something that truly delight the said Slytherin. Sometimes, especially at the first time they dated, he would ask ridiculous quests or wishes that made the Animagus lose his hair.

"I know you're smiling, right now, and stop it before you went ahead, Snivellius."

"Siri..." He whined, yes, he Severus Snape, the cold bastard and talented potion master whined toward his lover. But he would play hard to win.

"I know I wouldn't like this..."

"Draco... Is just a child..." He added softly, nuzzling his head at Sirius's chest.

"Wait... This is about the Malfoy kid?"

Severus nodded his head somberly then he stare unblinkingly at the ex-Marauder, making the other man fidgeted nervously, "Poor boy, he had just lost his mother but now he also lost his father... He doesn't have any close relative either..."

"I thought that all pureblood are related..." He asked suspiciously.

Ah, an opening... "Well, he is..." Then he added again, when Sirius only raised his eyebrow. "To you..."

The Auror seemed deflated after that, he could only sighed. "Severus..."

Severus then cut him off before Sirius could complained further. "I'm the boy's godfather...and..." He added ashamedly. "I don't have a good home." He knew that the Spinner End was truly disaster but it was the only inheritance he had and he would never sell it.

Sirius knew that Severus was always conscious about their status, a halfblood vs pureblood, a richman vs poorman. Severus was quite sensitive about this matter. And he had never told it quite literally, so for him to admit it was a surprise and also told Sirius something the Potion Master wouldn't admit, that he cared about his Godson more than he thought.

"Draco needs a home before he was 18, and he had fallen under my guidance... I... I want to give him a good and stable home."

" Severus." Sigh... "Grimmauld is not a good place for a growing boy, besides, Harry is there... You know his relationship with Draco was not… err… in the best conditio..."

"I will move to live with you..." He interrupted the ex-Marauder suddenly, the other man could only gaped at him widely. "Please..." And for the last weapon, he dropped his glamour.

Severus knew he would never be pretty, but under his glamour, his nose was not so hooked and big, his hair was curly and soft, and his skin gleaming pale. And he knew if he stared at Sirius with his deep, large, onyx eyes, his lover would melt.

"Damn it, Harry would kill me..." And that was the last thing Severus heard before his mouth was attack by veracious dog, something he gladly surrendered.

-###_###-

Harry knew something was wrong when suddenly Sirius asked him to have dinner in Glassfry, a new high class wizarding restaurant in elite area of London.

He had been waiting for Sirius for 15 minutes when the said Auror came, although he looked disheveled, he was still quite neat, for Sirius anyway.

He raised his eyebrow at Sirius's attire, somehow this must be not a good news. "Sorry, I'm late," he said sheepishly from this distance, Harry could see a crooked tie, untucked shirt and... Is that a hickey?

"It's okay..." He replied boringly.

The older man, took a seat in front of him, and quickly asked for the menu, something unusual for Sirius since usually he started dinner with talks, so much, that sometimes Harry needed to remind him to eat instead of talking.

"So... What's the event?"

"Err..." Sirius under his scrutiny could only fidget behind the restaurant menu, not a very good cover.

"And please don't lie, you know that I hate liars..."

Harry saw Sirius deflated and seemed surrender into fate…He sighed heavily…

"It"s about Malfoy..."

Harry tensed.

"His father died last night, murdered." Harry could sympathized with that, losing a father, no matter how bastard Lucius Malfoy in Harry's eyes, was not someone he would want for someone, especially his mat… no his classmate... "His only guardian is Severus..." This Sirius said softly and quietly, liked he was scared with Harry's reaction.

"Well, thank God then, they like each other quite well... At least we won't expect another murder in our hand."

"Hmmm..." Sirius was acquiescing him but clearly he was troubled with something.

Harry stared at his absentmindedness, suspiciously. "So..." He added, "What do you want..."

"Err..."

"And like I said before, don't lie to me..." He added again. "And don't stall, Sirius." Since he was quite used with the Marauder and his escaping plan when something was wrong.

"Err... It's like this, Harry..." Sirius fidgeted on his seat. "About Draco... Severus asked for my help..."

Harry only answered with a raised eyebrow. "And..."

"Well, you know how shambled his home is and..."

"NO!" He cut off before Sirius could continue it. Sirius looked surprised, his eyes filled with trepidation and fear since all of Harry's tattoos almost appeared in his face and his fangs glistened under the lamp.

"Harry..." he whispered soothingly, trying to placate the enraged boy.

"No," he growled protectively. "You know I can't stand to be near him."

Sirius only stared at him hopelessly, "Harry..."

But the tense atmosphere was destroyed by the melodious voice from the Waiter. "Your order, sir..."

So, on the long hour of awkward silence they spent their dinner.

-###_###-

"You seem surprised..." A head came from the floo system, though the fire distorted his appearance, you could tell that he was a handsome man. His true appearance was a dark haired skin man with a red hair and baby blue colored eye.

"It's not that but he should know that I can't be near him for a long period of time..."

"And whose fault is that?" the voice reprimanded gently but firmly.

Though Harry flinched at the reprimand he boldly asked, "Are you blaming me, Rhaey?"

"Harry..." the voice that was called Rhaey sighed. "Whether it is your fault or not, it's a fact that you don't want him as a mate."

Harry scowled further."You don't know him like I do..." Just remembering the blond had made his blood boil.

"I don't." Rhaey's voice had become stern. "But, we as a Rahr, always took our Mate in highest regard, the one who complete us mind, body and soul."

And Harry had heard it so many times, almost all of his Rahr relatives thought of his Mate as a treasure or jewel with unparallel price, especially his mentor, Rhaey since he had gone to find his Mate for almost 30 years and still didn't find them. People even joked that his Mate was still unborn because all Mate would know when their Mate had died. Since the death would stole something from the Rahr's soul.

"Even if your mate is a bastard? Someone who is not only arrogant and but also only care about wealth, blood purity and status?"

"Is it true?" His mentor asked again, probing further.

"What do you mean?" he wondered puzzlingly.

Rhaey sighed at his student's stubbornness. It was true what those Wizard said about Gryffindor and their hardheadness. "We won't have a mate that is disagreeable with our personality, Harry. If that quality is truly something you hate from someone. I don't think that your mate would have that kind of personality."

Silence.

"Tell me, Harry, do you really know your mate? Truly?"

Silence.

Since, Harry seemed in shock with his question and still need a time to mature. Rhaey decided it was time for his student to decide for himself. "Why don't you use that time to know your mate better?"

With that said, the floo connection was closed abruptly; it looked like his Rahr mentor was angry with his un-Rahr decision. Harry could only stare at the silenced of his fireplace, too stunned with his Mentor's words.

And the next day, he said to Sirius that he conceded and accept Draco to life in Grimmauld Place.

-###_###-