Title: Worth the Wait: Part Two
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra (Abby Ebon)
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry/? (Threesome)
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry, Vamp!Kyra
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, Chronicles of Riddick, or Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay.
Summary: Centuries old Harry Potter is has made some sort of life for himself in the Pit of Crematoria with his makeshift Pack. That is, until a man named Riddick looks him in the eyes.
Note (Abby Ebon); A message of mine in the end got through to Serpent in the Shadows, shortly after posting the previous chapter she responded. Her life is just as hectic and stressful as it was when we stopped writing. No one writes well when life is uncertain, so it can't be helped. She is not likely to start writing again. Serpent in the Shadows has the following to say about me continuing this; "I do wholeheartedly agree and am thrilled that you want to continue the story, you have my blessing, and I hope I get a chance to read it myself."
Chapter 25
"How did you know that name?"
There were very few times in Tom's life that he ever felt unsettled. Back when he was a small child living in an orphanage, and before he realized that he had magic; was one of those times. Older kids and the adults that were supposed to be helping look out for him, but instead they turned on him - calling him names, being bullies and others turning their heads away when they saw what was going on.
But then he learned that he was different from them, and things started to look up.
His first few days at Hogwarts left him feeling out of place, and a bit insecure. But even at the tender age of eleven, he knew that he had a clever mind, and he used that to his advantage. It also didn't hurt that years of learning to remain unseen helped him be able to watch and learn without being noticed. So, when he felt like he understood the inner workings of the Slytherin House, and learned that he was also the Heir of the Founder, Tom stepped into the middle of things and took over.
He never felt it again, until he went to visit is Uncle who finally told him of his father. The man was a bit insane as he rambled on about what his daughter had done, and how that 'bastard muggle' and how 'unfitting' the man was to the pure and noble Slytherin blood that ran through her veins.
And now, there were three unknown people - who Tom was sure were nothing but muggles - that had him 'captured', and knew both his horrible muggle name, along with the new one he had fashioned for himself.
He held the man's gaze - those green eyes were devoid of anything - as he waited for his answer. He could clearly see the other man out of the corner of his right eye, watching him with a hawk-like gaze. He wanted to snarl and demand to get his wand back, but he had a feeling that wouldn't go over so well.
Sure, he could have easily called it back to him, but there was something that he couldn't lay a finger on that told him to do so would also mean the end of him. Tom tried to justify it by saying that he just wanted answers and that he wasn't intimidated in the least.
"I know many things about you. But what I want to know is what the date is?"
Though he didn't show it, the question threw him for a loop. Out of all the things to ask, it was the time of year that he wanted to know?
"1945, August – why are you after the book?" Tom could not help but ask, as the question had burned through him since the two had taken it from him. The man smiled in a way that made Tom feel as if he were being compared to someone else. He wasn't too sure he liked the comparison.
"It concerns me. Do you not have somewhere else to be?" He asked, and it occurred to Tom he didn't know the others name, and it might be in his best interest to find out, because – when – not if, when, he was free he could look the man and his companions up. Then he'd take revenge.
"Maybe I do – maybe I don't – it really isn't of your concern, sir. What's your name, as you are so familiar with my own?" Tom demanded then, knowing he could out last the other when it came to patience, but not sure – for the first time in his life, that he could compete on this man's level verbally.
That, most of all, disturbed Tom, for he had always had the upper hand where it concerned adults – save for in the case of Dumbledore. Mentally, he knew he was more then a match for most. But – this man, this man who could hold his life in his hands, seemed far older then he looked though Tom judged he could not be much older then Tom himself – he looked barely nineteen.
"You may call me Harry. I see you have your uncle's ring." Harry's eyes bore into his own, and Tom know Harry knew he had taken it from his uncle's corpse. He had to be magical – there could be no other explanation – but even if he was, how could he know so much? Tom rubbed the ring in thought, turning it, a nervous habit he'd picked up.
"It is my birthright." Tom stated, feeling as if he owed an explanation though he knew he did not.
"Of course it is." Harry's first real facial expression save the smile startled Tom – made him feel cold, a sneer. Harry was mocking him. Tom's eyes narrowed. No one mocked him.
Tom clenched his fist, his eyes darting from the green-eyed man to the bald one, before look at the girl who was crouched down on the ground beside two strange looking creatures - the book no where to be seen. He opened his mouth to retort, but was stopped when the male he had been talking too stood up in one fluid motion.
"Let me introduce you to my companions," Harry stated, holding one of his hands out towards the girl. "Kyra, my childe," and Tom froze when those green eyes flashed cold vampire black. "And Riddick," this time they went to a brilliant gold – a werewolf. "My mate."
Tom managed, just barely, not to stumble backwards a step – normal eyes – not even wizards eyes, did what the man's had. Now that he was stranding Tom realized just how intimidating the short black haired boy was – he didn't have the muscle mass of the bald man- Riddick, nor the lithe and dangerous figure and mind of the woman – Kyra, but he was clearly more magically powerful then either of them if what even a fraction of his own magic was relying back to him proved true.
"W-what are you?" Tom managed not to sputter or stammer too much, but the grin on Riddick's face told him all the same that it had been noticed – not for the first time, Tom realized how out of his depth he was with these three.
With a mixture of anger and fear, Tom silently called his wand back to him, but as he opened his hand up to retrieve it as it went flying through the air, it suddenly turned and flew straight into the palm of Harry's outstretched hand. While he knew a bit of wandless magic and even more silent casting, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get away from these people without it. And at the moment, he could do nothing more than just watch as Harry rolled it around between his fingers.
"Phoenix feather - how did you manage to get a feather from Fawkes, a bird of Light? - and yew wood." Harry continued to roll the wand around. "It would be so easy to snap it and end everything before it ever really got started...."
Hearing those words, Tom stepped forward while calling on his magic, intending to get his wand back and apparate out of the area. But he got no more than two steps in when he was suddenly pushed to the ground by something large and a low rumble of growling in his ear as a heavy weight settled on top of him.
It's too late. Tom realized, he'd have to abandon his want and leave – Harry had already said he should snap it – he most likely would, for it was rare that someone would threaten a wand of a wizard and not mean to do just as he had said. Pulling his power to him, he shut his eyes and told himself he could deal with Riddick later if the man managed to follow along when he apparated.
He felt his magic curl along his spine, settling over his body – and when it reached his navel he prepared himself for the lurch – but…but there was nothing. Stunned, he opened his eyes – meeting Harry's solemn green ones.
"I have set up wards – I did so when you arrived and I realized what my mate and childe had brought to my door. There is no magical escape you can dream up that I can not stop you from using and the muggle way…well the muggle way is pointless as it should be obvious my mate is physically superior to you – and my childe…she is not long turned, and it would be most unwise to run. She might mistake you for prey and do not think I would stop her – I have no reason to interfere, and every reason to let her feed. So, do not mistake me Riddle – you can not leave, you are trapped at my leisure." Harry purred the last words out, the green fading to black – and Tom was disturbed – at the color change, and that as it did so, the humanity dripping away revealing the true monstrous power beneath the frail form, desire stirred within Tom. Desire to touch that power that made him quiver and weak in the knees all at once – desire to be touched by that power, possessed by it – dominated by it. At the realization of his feelings Tom inhaled sharply, turning away from Harry.
If he wanted it or not, he was drawn to the power the other wielded, still Harry had made things quite clear – Tom was a prisoner, and Harry was practically challenging him to escape. Tom had never met a challenge he could not eventually win, but what scared him was that he almost did not want to leave Harry, the sheer power in his magic made his skin crawl – but there was something else, something dark beneath it all that clenched his gut and made him shiver in need, his groin hardening beneath him, he was ever so grateful for robes.
"Okay – I'm trapped, now tell your mate to get off of me." Tom hissed the words out, a bit breathlessly, though he could excuse that to having the breath knocked out of him and not the desire that heated his blood.
With a glance to Riddick, Harry seemed to jerk back to himself, the black fading to gold and green, with a gesture that consisted of a jerk of his head, Harry silently told Riddick to get off of Tom.
Riddick did so, ruffling the boy's hair as a reminder to who was older and in control. Narrowed navy eyes watched as the two stood near each other for a moment before the smaller male suddenly shifted into what Tom knew without a doubt was a black werewolf. Eyes now wide, he scrambled up to his feet, his heart thumping even as they both disappeared into the dense woods.
Quickly, he turned his attention to the girl to see her watching him with suspicion, even as she petted the two cat-dog creatures that she was kneeling beside.
"What is he?!"
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Kyra spread her new senses out so she could see just where Harry and Riddick went even as she kept her eyes on the one she now knew as Tom. To her, he looked like a spoilt kid but there was an underlining of something that called to her new side and that made her wary - not only of him, but herself too.
But she didn't see a reason not to answer him - it might even make him turn away from that brief flash of arousal that she had smelt coming from him. Even though she had been against Harry and Riddick being together in the first place, she wasn't about to let some brat think he had a chance.
"Half werewolf, half vampire." Kyra answered calmly, her attention on the darker cub as it rolled on its back testing its hide against the forest floor.
"Impossible," his snapped out reply cut her through her thoughts – for she felt his mind, a mix of disbelief and fascination, her upper lip curled as she looked back into the boys eyes, "you can be a werewolf, or a vampire – but you can't be both at the same time, vampires are dead – like you, werewolves are living – their natures repel each other." Kyra gritted her teeth as she stood up.
"It's the truth." She couldn't help but notice the indecision that flashed through his dark hazal eyes, but he also had a stubborn set to his jaw that told her that he wouldn't believe anything she had to say about the matter. Even if she brought up the fact that she was a vampire and walked in the daylight – he would likely counter that the sunlight was blocked by the shade of the trees above.
"What are they, then?" The boy asked next, as he was pointing to the two cubs that had remained silent and by her side through the whole ordeal. You certainly are a curious one, I do not see why he keeps you alive – we have what we need from you. Kyra thought, hand on her hip as she watched him – when he started to fidget, she let him speak, if only to learn what so fascinated Harry that he would spare the boy rather then kill him.
"They aren't like anything I've ever seen before." He continued, obviously he thought he was owed an explanation and Kyra inhaled deeply scenting Tom's arousal – and the now familiar entwined scent of arousal of Riddick and Harry towards each other. It had been why the two had left – Harry, and possibly Riddick, had not been as unaffected by Tom as they had pretended. It bothered her that the boy could affect her sire and his consort so.
"Hellhound cubs. What they are exactly made of, though, I couldn't tell you. Harry might, if he's willing to share the information." Kyra stated her nose curling as Tom's scent flared at the thought of Harry. She bit back a growl, and knew her vampire saw the boy as a threat to her place in Harry's eyes – it annoyed her, this vulnerable child thought to seduce Harry.
What she feared was that Harry's own vampire had taken an interest in the boy – as another mate, a place her vampire had thought would be hers. He was a threat to her – but he didn't seem to realize his danger as he looked after where Harry and Riddick had gone, his expression was blank, his eyes narrowed – but Kyra knew he was still aroused and it had begun to irritate her.
"Stop that." Kyra hissed at him, arousal dark hazel eyes looked to her, startled at the sight of her suddenly threatening presence, her teeth sensitive as they met the air and she scented his mix of fear and arousal.
"S-stop…what?" Tom sputtered to ask while he had been attracted to Harry's darkness – in the face of Kyra's own he found fear, his heart pounded in his ears – he was in danger, but he did not know why.
"Stop lusting after him…" Kyra growled, the blackness of her eyes shining as she stepped closer, unbothered by the sunlight that highlighted her brown hair. Tom scrambled to his feet, not taking his eyes off her as he did so, recognizing the danger she represented.
"…my childe…she is not long turned, and it would be most unwise to run she might mistake you for prey and do not think I would stop her – I have no reason to interfere, and every reason to let her feed…" Harry's words rung in the silence of his mind, as Kyra stared him down, her lips curled to show her fangs and the black eyes gleaming hatefully at him.
Note (Abby Ebon); in other news, this is why you review. Or it's as good of a reason as any. I do not have any sort of favorite and/or alert list for part one of "Worth the Wait", so I've contacted all of the readers and reviewers listed beneath, to let them know this story will be continued here, further I want to thank them all for reviewing (both "Worth the Wait", and this) and for everyone being so encouraging in continuing this.
I've done all I can to contact everyone who reviewed to let them know what's happening. Sadly, there are those who list no stories, no email, and do not allow PMs/Review Reply.
So, I have tried to get everyone, but it isn't perfect. Some of you probably got the message twice. So all I can do now is cross my fingers and hope they find it again, if they're still looking.
Or hope that Serpent in the Shadows comes back and we continue on with Part Two alongside Part One of "Worth the Wait". Other then Adultfanfiction (at where the story appears to be hiding; and therefore the reviews are no where to be seen) and HP Fandom (where I know nothing; but that's where the sex scene is in Chapter 10, Part 1 is, and where reviewers were mostly anonymous and where Serpent in the Shadows called herself Crimson Dragon)… so, there is the LIST of reviewers I've contacted, perhaps – on accident – twice. But can you blame me? I'm starting to see your names in my sleep….
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