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Warning: if you are not above the age of 17 this material may not be suited for you. Back the hell off now if you think you may not like it. You are warned. If you go farther than this point and decide LATER that you do not like this that problem rests solely on YOUR shoulders. These stories, along with every single one of my fics, are slash of male/male and fem/fem varieties. There are also some Trans with gender bender thrown randomly in some of them. I will not change how I write because some prudes cannot read a warning and heed it. Then complain. Otherwise…. I hope you enjoy it.
A/N as you can guess I am not happy with the new policy floating around. And will be very vocal about it. Seeing as I have copies of everything I write I will continue to post as long as my account is not deleted… I just found a copper quarter….hmmm…. random. Anyways. I won't stop writing. I love it too much. But if it comes to a choice of writing strictly PG or my way I will choose my way and I will leave. I am sorry about this. But enough of my rant. Here is the next Ebony Jade chapter….
Previously…
Harry turned and looked at the elf. The house was much cleaner now that they had been working on it. "Yes Kreacher, I will be leaving. Keep this place clean will ya? I will call you if I need you but I need to go train. And I cannot do that here. But I will be back." Kreacher wrung his hands in the dirty towel.
"Kreacher will wait for master then." With a nod the elf looked up at Harry.
"Thank you Kreacher. I want you to look clean too. We are the house of Black. So find yourself a new black towel to wear." He grabbed the door handle and stepped into the night.
"Potter…"
Currently…
The moon peeked through the shutters, leaving pale pools scattered among the students desks. The shadows crept along the walls of the potions classroom, masking the slumped over figure of the potions master. He held his head in his hands; his hair creating a curtain that surrounded his face. An empty glass sitting within reach, amber liquid clung to the lip.
"Potter." No matter how many times he seemed to repeat the word it wasn't just a dream.
Pale slim fingers grasped the cool glass before it was flung against the wall. Light fragments bounced on the stone wall as the shattered shards flew in every direction on impact. The man clenched his hands in his long dark hair. It had been a month. A month since Harry had left. a Month he had searched, a month since he had chased off his one.
It had been a month. And he felt emptier then he had before.
/elsewhere/ (didn't think I would make it that easy would you? =P)
Right foot.
Jump.
Swing.
Block.
Left foot.
Duck.
"Sectumsempra!"
Dodge.
Shield.
"Expelliarmus!"
Run.
Duck.
Dodge.
Left.
Jump.
Crash….
"Pathetic."
Harry Potter rose from against the wall. "Again."
3 years later. (Don't hate me….I am just too lazy and don't want to write 3 years worth of training.)
July 31st
"Kreacher."
"Yes Master?" the old elf bowed towards the man inspecting the mirror. The eyes flashed to the elf before turning.
"I will be returning home. I will need the house to be in top shape and stocked. I will be visiting Gringotts before I return this evening."
The elf gave him a critical eye. "Will there be guests master?"
He waved his hand in vague manner and looked back at the mirror. "It's bound to happen. That will be all Kreacher."
The old elf bowed before turning to leave. Wringing his bony hands. Before stopping and looking back at his master.
"Yes Kreacher?" The eyes trained on him.
"Master, it is good to be returning home."
The man smiled through the mirror. "Yes it is." And the elf popped out.
He inspected his appearance. His logic was it had been three years; he needed to make sure he looked good. And this has nothing to do with the potions master that has been keeping you mind running in circles for that time. He grimaced at his reflection. No nothing at all.
Turning he made his way to the open bag next to him. He pulled out a pair of black briefs and black straight slacks. Pulling and doing up the slacks he turned back to the image. They hung comfortably on his hips, allowing plenty of movement if need be. Pulling the belt closed he picked up the grey silk and pulled it on. Reaching to do the buttons he paused for a moment to inspect the snake that curled around his bicep and rested on his shoulder. He skimmed his fingers over the reptile as it hissed at him. A shiver went through his body at the contact. His hand travelled to his collar. An intricate Celtic knot tattoo formed a collar around his neck. The raised skin of the black ink changed to a heated purple before his hand travelled again to his torso where the markings from the latest ritual. The opal ink shimmered against the pale canvas of his skin. Reaching up he started on the buttons, covering the markings and tucked the shirt into the waist.
He pulled on the black waistcoat pulling his hair from the collar before grabbing a black tie to bring it up out of the way. Finishing the buttons on the waistcoat he pulled on the black trainers. Standing he arched a brow. A black spike glinted with it. It stood out more now that he had gotten rid of his glasses. It flashed behind the loose hair. Trailing his tongue along his lips he looked down at his appearance. He pulled the silver ball between his teeth and rolled it against his lip in concentration.
"You were not so vain when you first came to me."
He spun around, wand already in hand before bowing his head at the other man, releasing the tongue ring.
"My apologies master." He slipped the holly wand back into his sleeve before running his thumb over the two rings on his right hand.
The man waved his hand. "There is no need for the master business now."
"It is your title though." The man gave an irritated grunt.
"Yes but it would be odd if we were both to address the other as master." He pointed an accusatory finger towards him. "Especially you. Master Harrison Potter Black is already a mouth full."
He bowed his head again. "Point. Then I shall address you by your surname. So Carle, why have you deigned yourself to visit me?" he stepped out of the path of the handed trying to cuff him. A chuckle passed between them as the other man looked around the room.
"So you are packed?"
He let out a sigh. "Yes I was going to leave in a few moments."
A hand was stretched to him as he picked up the bag and slung it over his shoulders. He grasped it. "Congratulations young one. None of us believed you could do it. You were such a scrawny young lad when you came to us." they released and he smiled.
"You have survived us masters for 3 years. In this family of vampires a mere mortal can defeat us. It is truly amazing. We may be masters of our trades. But you, you are something else."
Turning his head away. "There are only about 100 of you."
"But even our Born is no match. Whatever insecurities you have, forget them." He thought for a moment. "You would make a truly exceptional vampire. And any of us would be honored to have you as our mate."
The blush spread across his cheeks. The vampire spread his arms in a dramatic shrug. "Alas! It is not to be. You have another. He is a truly lucky bastard."
Harry laughed and smirked at Carle. "Well then I should be getting to him then."
Carle bowed dramatically. "Farewell Lord Harrison Jamie Potter Black, your three year apprenticeship to the dark, defense, charms, transfiguration, and potions arts are now complete. Master Potter Black, if you ever are in the need of this family we will come to you."
With a wink and two fingered salute Harrison 'Harry' Potter Black apparated home.
September 2nd
"Are all you reprobates really that dimwitted? Must I always reiterate the simplest of instructions? Get out! If I so much as have to look at another atrocious attempt at this you all will find yourselves lucky to be out of this class breathing. Now remove your pathetic excuses of being from my presence."
The 3rd year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw class practically flew from the class, apologizing to the headmistress as they passed.
Minerva sighed and walked up to the door which had slammed shut after the last student had fled the room. The sound of glass shattering as she pushed open the door stilled for a moment as the man breathed deeply before turning towards her.
"I SAID LEAVE, YOU…"
"Severus Snape!" another glass was thrown against a wall as the man turned from her. "You need to compose yourself. You cannot take your hurt out on these children. "The man breathed for a few moments for falling into his chair, His head falling into his hands. A place he found himself in everyday.
"Minerva leave me."
"No Severus, you are going to come with me to dinner. We have a guest showing up today and I want the entire staff to be there."
"I take it you have already informed the Malfoys then?"
"Yes but now you need to come with me." She held her arm out as she waited. The dark man stood making his way across the dimly lit room and led her from the room.
"And who is this guest?"
"He is a member of a family. That is all I know." Severus froze.
"A member of an unknown family is coming here and you did not think to inform me?"
"There is the Severus I know and think fondly of. Come now lad. To dinner." He shook his head.
"Madame did you even think of why this member is coming here?"
"His Born informed me that he is here for business but not what. He asked me to watch his charge. Now come. You need food."
"Minerva I will be there but I must get to my quarters before I meet you there."
He turned on his heel before she could answer and left her to continue on her own, a small smile on her face.
The staff sat at the table as the students murmured around them. Severus sat next to the headmistress and the Malfoys next to him. Bellatrix sat next to her sister. Two years ago the Black sisters had all received a missive from the Lord Black. They needed to leave the dark lord or they would be removed from the bloodline. The two sisters had taken Malfoy senior and junior with them, as Lestrange was now dead, becoming neutral in the war. Their lord told them to reside at Hogwarts as it was the only safe place.
Minerva only allowed it because the Lord also contacted her. And she agreed with smiles.
The rest of the staff sat on the other side of the headmistress. Dinner had already started and Severus was wondering if this stranger was going to show up or not.
"Severus, why are you wearing your suit?" Lucius asked him without taking his eyes off the student body. The headmistress may have welcomed them but the students were another thing.
"Our guest is from an unknown Family. As a Born I must look as one." the blonde smirked into his wine.
The doors to the hall opened and the candles flickered. A figure stood in the entry wearing black slacks, trainers, and waistcoat; the grey silk underneath moving slightly against the breeze. His dark hair hung to mid back and swung slightly to the side. He held in one hand a ebony intricate can as the other pushed the door closed. His green eyes sparkled up at to the head table his eyebrow raised questioningly before a wide grin spread across his face as he met the familiar, stunned faces, of comrades.
"Honey I'm home."
A/N so sorry about the delay. I knew what I wanted to write and I started it I really did… but attention span was not that long. But here it is! Let me know what you think. And yes Harry is wearing the same outfit…. I don't know why but it was decided. Born are obviously vampires that come into their inheritance they are also what the family call their leaders. A Family is like a coven. Only 1 Born or a Borns family is allowed in a family. This is why Severus is all by himself right now.
So let me know what you think. Until next time.