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"I-" he started, as he interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on his hands, seeing shadows move then turning his eyes on Dumbledore "-am wondering why a fourteen year old boy is upstairs unconscious due to extreme nausea and magical exhaustion?" People blinked, confusion evident, when a cold tenor voice replied to the question.

"That-" Harry started as he leaned on the back of Severus chair, one arm resting on it lazily the other under his chin, as green eyes surveyed the room "Is what I'd like to know."

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27,697 letters of text, not including my pointless rantings. Hehe, ya'll are lucky, I usually have a horrid habit of stopping stories…

Oh, and I edited chapter 3…a bit. Not many things were added, but some key details were changed…go look. Please?

But whatever…So, with further adieu

Chapter Four: Revelations of a Bad Kind

Albus Dumbledore knew he was a powerful man. He also knew he was in the best place for the plans he and a significant other had in place, but in the past few years he had hit a little snag.

One Harry James Potter, the child chosen by the Prophecy of Voldemort's Demise.

Once he had heard the Prophecy leave Trelawney's lips he had devised a plan to get this boy under his control, and had already narrowed the list of families down to three:

The Longbottoms, the family most suited for the Prophecy. Frank was a well-liked Auror, his wife caring and loving, and they stood stand fast against Voldemort, though how many times he did not know. And they were Purebloods.

Then came an obscure family he knew little of, the Arrada, a shadowy family that had mingled with vampires for centuries with few born vampires to show for it.

But a purely human pureblooded couple had almost been killed recently, and the father, one Ixchel Arrada, had fought back, nearly dying for his troubles until his pregnant wife helped. They had survived, but they also had little chance…she had taken a heavy blow to the stomach. But they still must be accounted for.

Then came the trash, the young Potter couple, fresh out of Hogwarts, and very independent. Coy, beautiful, too beautiful, powerful, but Mudblooded Lily Evans was pregnant, her due date also around that time…but they were also suspected to be in league with Voldemort. She was much to outspoken for the things Voldemort said was right, nagging about the inequalities of the Ministry of Magic, and his own flaws. And…

Lily's Adava Kedavra green eyes were too much like that of the once Tom Riddle at his youth…

But then the Arrada woman died in childbirth, giving birth to a stillborn. Frank and Alice were tortured to insanity, their infant son born on July 30th also tortured, the damage still unclear…

Then, completely to Albus' surprise, (as much as he hated that) on the night of Halloween the Potter's were attacked, betrayed by little Wormtail. Fifteen month old Harry James, born on July 31st at nearly 11:59 PM, 'born as the seventh month dies' survived the Killing Curse at point blank with only a silly scar to show for his troubles, and Voldemort reduced to ash and dust.

The boy was young, and even though the child showed an intelligence higher than he should, he was completely open to outside influences.

From that moment on, Dumbledore controlled every aspect of the board.

He let Sirius see his best friends ruined home, didn't let him hold Harry one last time to inflame his anger, and let the man, the only one with the knowledge of Peter's status as betrayer besides himself, leave to run off after the rat and then be quickly be killed. The way it ended up was simply a bonus, with Pettigrew dead and Black jailed. A quick but complecated ritual later had the boy bound and tied, with no knowledge of his true mentality.

He left the Potter brat on the doorstep of the Dursley home with an excuse of blood wards, completely disregarding the Potter Will to leave the baby to the…tender mercies of a muggle that was slowly growing sadistic in nature.

He knew Harry's life would be a virtual hell with Vernon's quick fire anger, nearly buried vicious nature and heavy hand.

He controlled it all. Every year at Hogwarts was planed, and the idiotic, though not by his fault or nature, boy fell right into it. Every little nudge brought Harry more and more under his control so the boy would think to only follow him, and so that he instinctively did as the elder man wanted.

The plans were perfect; the only flaw was the subject.

The boy should have been under his control! After his time with the muggles, he should have clung to the first positive role model he saw, namely him.

But he didn't.

Instead over the years he became increasingly independent, never telling Dumbledore anything until it had already happened and made it so the man could do nothing. And even though the child seemed to live through every experience thrown at him, he not only survived, but also grew stronger, too strong.

And Albus Dumbledore hated when he was powerless.

He had thought that the escape of Black and letting the boy return to the Black Ancestral home would mellow the boy out, giving him something else to think about and slip him up on his near Slytherin-like maneuvers.

But, now…one look at the conniving smile on Harry wore on his face, and Dumbledore somehow knew one thing…

He was in some deep shit. No plans would help him with this one.

Albus blinked his thoughts away, and then took in what the child was wearing, mouth falling open as Molly shrieked like a banshee. Before the words even left her widened mouth, people had plugged their ears.

"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING??" Harry rolled kohl-lined eyes and pulled black lips into a deceptive innocent smile disarmingly as he saw Remus Lupin smile softly at him from Sirius side. The Black Lord was looking…angry- murderous, dangerous, furious, glaring fiercely at the once noble Headmaster with thinly veiled fury…and Dumbledore didn't look very happy either.

In fact he seemed to be seething in his seat, his powerful magic held in check, barely. Blue eyes were hard, no twinkle in sight, and seeing the old coot act the way he did seemed to make a surge of satisfaction run through his veins.

Do not get cocky. That voice whispered it's warning, the words a caress in his mind.

Whenever he is around things are harder to manipulate. You know this, Harry James. Harry mentally grumbled, and then winced when he felt a ringing slap echo through his head

Ooookaay! He shook his head, and then turned back to the Weasley Matriarch pressing a finger to his lips, before tapping them as he answered innocently

"Why, much more than I arrived in Molly-dearest." He said blithely. Snape snorted while Sirius shifted his glare away from the Headmaster, turning to a wall. Remus blinked in surprise. Indeed Harry had on clothes this time, even though no one knew that he was naked before hand.

He had on a thin silk blue shirt under a darker blue tunic that at the back fell slightly past his knees; at the front, it was level with his knees- with it he wore a sliver sash. He had on black slacks, no shoes that revealed black painted toenails, matching everything else. Heavy, anchor locked glamours covered what he didn't want the adults to find out covered his skin thickly, hickeys all over his body, everywhere.

One pale arm rested on the back of Severus chair, the elder man scowling at any who glanced at him, the other held Harry's head, chin nested in his palm, and they could see light blue half sleeves matching his shirt perfectly, that started right under his elbow, and ended at the base of his thumb, both held in place by black strips of leather that letting the cloth bag slightly, the finger still tapping his lips painted a dark silver-ish blue.

Molly didn't seem to understand sarcasm so early in the morning.

"W-w-w-what are you wearing??" she repeated shrilly.

Harry James sighed, dropping his head behind the chair then whispered.

"Oh dear Merlin is she a broken record or something?" He heard a snigger and smirked before raising his head as let his voice sink to a monotone, shifting his loose hair out of his face.

"Clothes. Duh." Molly turned bright red clenching her fists as her twins laughed at her.

Dumbledore seemed to finally snap out of his startled state of seething…confusion…daze… Harry blinked, brow wrinkling in amazement.

Can… wait…Dumbledore…was…stunned? …?

The voice chuckled and he felt a finger slip down his spine, forcing a shiver. Don't do that! The voice chuckled again. Why are you awake now anyway?

Hush child. I can watch as I please. Pay attention to things you can not control, like this conversation, instead of me.

Harry sighed and shook his head; the guy was talking again.

"Why where you at that apartment, Harry?" Harry twitched. Everyone, well nearly everyone in the room, gasped while several people finally caught on and shouted aloud.

"WHAT?"

"THAT'S HARRY??" A girl, Emiline if Harry knew correctly, screamed. "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!?"

Harry clapped his hands over his ears, and bent behind Severus' chair as the Potion's Master waved his wand abruptly cutting the grown woman's screams off.

That…hurt. Harry shook his head, shaking.

"Yes, this is Harry. When we went to get him from his Family's house-" A voice rose over Dumbledore's, tone oddly gleeful.

"They are not my Family!" Remus and Sirius were looking at their young godson, eyes wide. Both could tell something was off.

"-He was not there." The Headmaster continued on. Harry laughed making an Auror sign behind Dumbledore's head that translated to 'No harmful combatants' but some knew it as 'Dipshit in here,' as he stated "Duh." before adding on meaningfully

"Assholes they are." He smiled innocently. Sirius started to snigger. Remus snorted as Dumbledore flicked his eyes over to Harry in an obvious command of 'quiet' Harry grinned; hiding his hand as people looked at him in confusion.

Molly was slowly turning a bright shade of red and the voice sighed

You can be such a child sometimes, Harry. Harry chuckled,

Why thank you.

Kingsley, Snape, and Mad-eye, were all silently laughing. Kingsley was having some problems, head buried in the wall were he stood not to burst out in mirth. But he was behind the Headmaster's back so it was alright.

"-Said he had left the moment they had gotten to the house-"

"Lie!" Salis interrupted drawing the syllable out, and ignored the look Dumbledore threw at him "I left a week in and went home."

Dumbledore put a sickly sweet smile on his face.

Wow, I never thought he could get uglier. The voice sniggered, then he felt a finger flick his foreheadsoftly. What! It's true.

Harry couldn't help cringing back as the old man opened his mouth, and with udder conviction in his tone, as he stared at the fourteen-year-old, he spoke, voice gentle

"But Harry, your home is with the Dursleys." Snape snorted, and Kingsley rolled his eyes as Harry looked Dumbledore in the eye, glare frigid and said

"You have got to be shitting me, Dumbledore." The loss of the title was only caught by a select few "My home? With them? Only you want that. Despite only being there for a week I knew the time I'd have under Vernon Dursley's loud mouth would increase tenfold. Do you even have any inkling how loud that man can get?" Kingsley, Snape, and Mad-eye turned to Dumbledore in an instant.

"Fist?" The grizzly old Auror asked

Don't you dare tell them a word! The voice snarled Harry mentally flinched.

"None of your business Moody." He snapped out, then turned back to Dumbledore, missing the narrowing eyes of the Aurors in the room "And how did I know? Because the second day I was there, he saw the scar on my forearm, and decided he didn't like the pink color it had." His tone was lofty with a frigid under current. "So… he cut the scar open, made it look like the snake Crouch Jr. had cut in, but much deeper, then to top it all off, he bathed my arm in multiple chemicals-" Harry cut off as he unclasped the leather buckle on his left arm at the elbow. "-making it a shiny snake color. Nice of him, hm?" the cloth fell to his wrist revealing a scar for them all to see.

"Holy fuck." Sirius breathed. It didn't look like a scar; it looked like a tattoo.

A small emerald snake was carved into his forearm, scales and eyes in perfect detail, red tongue touching his wrist. Harry stroked the scar lightly, eyes glazing over, before he spoke.

"Looks like the warning you gave didn't help. At all." He voice was bitter, as mocking as the gaze that pinned Dumbledore to his seat.

"Well…" Mad-Eye started "It's been a while since I've put an Artistic Child Abuser in Azkaban." He cracked his knuckles, and Harry flinched, caught up in his contemplations. Snape felt the child's movement and sighed.

Was that flinch fake? Black eyes gazed at the table as he breathed out.

"Snap out of it Potter. I know you can act better than that." Harry started, then pulled the sleeve back up.

And there, is that idiotic Gryffindor temper that always gets you in trouble. Harry ignored it.

"Now see here, Alastor, you have no proof of child abuse-"

"Other than the chemically altered scar on his arm, very close to his wrist, and the fact that he flinched when I cracked my knuckles?" Harry glared at that. Moody shot him a glance and the boy turned away.

"Besides, Harry needs to go back for the reminder of the time, and then maybe he can go to the World cup? I heard that the Weasley's got a significant number of tickets?" The Weasley Twins snorted.

Quidditch? Voldemort is truly alive once more, and he worries about a stilly sport? The voice was livid, it's tone edging to a frozen purr.

Hey! Quidditch is fun! And it is a good way to get a load off the shoulders…

"Why are you/trying to change the subject?" Fred, then George asked, identical grins on their faces. Harry looked closer, and then let out a smirk. There was a hardness in their eyes now, they could truly see the world and not just a sugar coated fabrication their mother created for all her babies.

They have seen first hand what you have been through, remember? I doubt Ronald does, but they are more cunning than they rest of the family, that I know of. Harry nodded.

They were having second thoughts on Dumbledore's sincerity.

"We had-" George started

"-already asked about that-"

"-strange fat man before, remember?"

"And you said he was ok-"

"-despite the slight problem we had-"

"-seeing as we had to brake him out of his own room-" Harry hissed and Fred cut off rolling his eyes "Shush Harry." George waved at the younger boy good-naturedly, but Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Go on." Moody grunted the three teens turned to him "You had to wha-?"

"Stay out of my business!" Harry snarled out, waving a hand upward to point at the grizzly auror "This has nothing to do with you Mad-eye, so shut up!" Alaster raised an eyebrow leaning back as if physically hit from the force of Harry's snarl. "Just get them away from me, and I'll be fine."

"We will not be sending your last living relatives anywhere, Mr. Potter!" Dumbledore thundered. Harry rounded on him incredulously, green eyes glaring. "And after we find out why you were not at that house, you will be going right back." Harry raised an eyebrow pinching his lips together, and then filtered a hand through his hair, his eyes darkening as indigo streaks started to swirl in the orbs.

Enough. Harry flinched. He had never heard the voice use this sinful sly hissing tone before, laced with hatred and anger. Then slowly the words formed in his mind. He smirked, eyes narrowing as he replied tone lofty.

"And just who said you had such control over me, Headmaster?" The room went deathly quiet. "You are not my Guardian." He continued on, pulling away from Snape's chair, one hand lightly stroking the hardwood.

"When we are at school then you can say what ever the hell you like and I might go with it but here, during the summer in my Godfather's home you have no right to try to order me around like a little pawn in one of your games." He let his hand drop and started to curl a finger in his hair. Sirius and Remus off to the side flinched, that voice letting out a dark chuckle that brought a menacing smile to his face.

"I may not be of age yet but you may find that I don't have to do a damn thing you say." Dumbledore's left eye twitched and he opened his mouth as Harry glared then turned to leave the room.

"Harry James Potter you return here right this instant!" Harry froze, turning his head around to look at the old man with one eyebrow raised. Then scoffed waving a hand in an obvious dismissal "This is not the time for some childish tantrum!" Dumbledore continued. Harry flinched and then spun about in outrage, green eyes blazing as his temper ran free. A sibilant, incoherent hissing filling his mind and ears.

"'Childish Tantrum'?" He repeated tilting his head to the side; silver indigo swirls visible in green orbs. "After all this time-" He cut off looking down for a second then snapped his gaze, back up to lock eyes with the elder man.

"After all the rants, arguments I had with you about how I have lived these past 13 years and now I don't even get to have a childish tantrum? After Voldemort-" He ignored the flinches of most the room nearly sneering in disdain "-returns, the starking raving maniac after my blood and you don't even tell me a damn thing to help me survive? I don't even get to complain? You have done nothing in the quest of training me so a can live past all this, and now you say I can't even dictate what goes on in my own life!" He let out a hollow bitter laugh his magic braking free.

The lights began to flicker as the air becoming heavy, saturated with his power, and a strange smirk formed on Harry face. He crossed his arms, the let out a sentence that would stay on the minds of the men and women in the room for days.

"I have lost any and all faith in you as a man, Albus Dumbledore." Those eyes flashed black as they narrowed, and then just as fast as his anger hit… it was gone. Harry sneered, then turned waving a hand.

"I'm leaving in a bit today so if you want me to know anything, tell me soon." And he left, door slamming closed behind him.

Sirius turned to Albus, gray eyes furious.

"What does he mean Dumbledore?" He snarled out. Remus held a hand on his shoulder to keep the convict in his seat "What about his home life is he talking about?? You told me he was well taken care of and loved with the Dursley's! I told you if there were any problems he could live here, and you said he was fine! What the hell is going on??"

"He is fine." Dumbledore answered sternly.

"Then it seems that the word 'fine' has a different meaning to you than to me, you senile old man!" Sirius burst out. Many turned to him, voices raised in anger, but a glare cut him off as he shrugged Remus hand off and stood, slamming his fists into the table. "Did you not see that scar on his arm? A man would not just suddenly go out and harm someone! It's a gradual build up and if he did that in just one week, what has he been going to Harry in the years before?" Dumbledore did not get a chance to respond. Remus beat him to it, his voice deceptively calm.

"You told me after his third year that he was just a small child." He started, voice soft, remembering, "I can recall it vividly, being startled at his height; he was just so small. But you said it was ok, he must have gotten his stature from his mother, and then you sent me on my way." His voice rose in volume, a rough quality seeping through his control "But it could be that he is so small simply because his abuse was so severe his magic had to kick in to save him, stunting his height." Hazel eyes shifted to tawny amber.

"There is no mercy from a werewolf when his pack is involved, Headmaster. You know that." The growl in his voice made most shiver. Severus sent Kingsley a look and the big black man nodded.

Moody looked Sirius and Remus over then let out a chuckle.

"Well spoken lads." Sirius glared at him, and Remus turned away. Moody glanced at Dumbledore, then told him "I am starting an investigation on the Dursley family, and if I find that you have been hiding things for them, you will be just as guilty of their crimes, Albus." The old Auror stood then clopped out the room, closing the door as he did so. Harry looked up from his perch on the steps and sighed, clasped hands shaking.

What should I say? You that I can't…

Then don't. Harry sighed looking away.

"I…I can't testify with this against them…you understand?" Moody's single black eye narrowed as he made his way for the door.

"Yes, I do."

Harry waited a moment when the adults were deep in discussion, and then simple walked out the door.

No one stopped him.

The other teens were asleep, except the twins, all the adults in the kitchen, Harry nearly laughed as he slammed the door shut.

Once free from the wards, he appearated to the main dressing hall of the Red Court's highest quality strip club, the Bloody Silver, and entered his private dressing rooms closing the door behind him with a sigh, clenching his hands in his hair.

My turn? Instead of gleeful, the voice just sounded tired.

Want me to deal with your fans? The voice chuckled, then the door opened.

"Been waiting for you, boyo." Harry turned, easily moving his scar from view as the janitor of the club showed himself from the shadows.

"What is it, Jameston." The elderly man raised a hand to Harry's shoulder, touching a small gem embedded into his skin, and Harry felt warmth spread through his body, eyes widening. The old man smirked, reveling a small device in his hand.

Shit. Slow down and filter the flavors carefully or you'll be overwhelmed.

"Finally finished it." He stated proudly, pulling away. Harry was shaking as the sudden rush of energy finally settled, then took a deep breath.

"T-thanks." He whispered. The man nodded,

"I'll put it in the main hall, when bring it in here, when the day is done." Then the man vanished. Harry let himself slide down to the ground gasping, and then released his metamorph, feeling long locks cascade down his back to the floor, and gems surface on his skin. Those fingers slithered down his arms, his spine, and he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he let himself be cloaked in the warm darkness.

Get a grip. He berated himself. you have a show to perform.

And the show was all that mattered.

Lucius Malfoy sat in a private booth of the Bloody Silver quietly sipping on a shot of Alar'Culth, the closest thing you could get to pure alcohol and Menerti, a brew devised to calm the body. Both together were nearly fatal in large doses, but sophisticated bars have found ways to mix the two without death, as long as you did not have too much.

They never cared how much you ordered…so he got fall down drunk.

A small yellow vial appeared beside his hand and he blinked at it, uncomprehending as he raised his shot glass back to his face. It disappeared before it could get there and he blinked cocking his head back.

"Stupid blondes." A voice cursed quietly. Lucius chuckled drunkenly, watching amusedly as a goblet appeared and a pale hand poured the vial into the cup, pushing it into his hand.

"I resent that, Uncle." The first voice snorted.

"I'm your Godfather, not your Uncle Brat." Lucius stared at the new liquid, positive it was not alcohol, or his beloved Alar'Culth so he wasn't going to drink it. He started to put it down, when that hand appeared again, stopping him from doing he deed.

"For the love of all that is Dark drink it, Luc. I do not need to see how you react to the next show drunk." Lucius frowned, turning to the big black blob beside him.

Where did it come from?

"Drink it!" He shrugged, and downing it in one go, nearly gagging it back up in the process.

"Thanks Professor. I really hate it when he gets drunk, he just… gets so stupid." Everything snapped back into place, and then Draco and Severus Snape came into view and then everything made sense

"Ah. Thank you Severus." The dark man simply crossed his arms and leaned back into his seat, an eyebrow raised. Oh, that.

"What is it?" he asked playing the fool. Severus rolled his eyes, and then waved to the large display before them.

It was closed off at the moment, thick heavy red curtains hiding the stage from view.

"Hmmm." Lucius gazed at it, then turned back to his best friend.

"I was told to come here, at this time, to speak with a new acquaintance of mine." Draco snorted.

"He met my friend Salis, who is very popular- Uncle Severus?" The dark man's mouth had dropped after the fourth word

"Y-your friend?" Severus spat out. The blondes turned to him, startled. He…stuttered. The man said to have a silver tongue, able to talk his way out of nearly every problem, couldn't seem to find the words to express his disbelief. Severus glanced at them, then elaborated.

"You, Draco Lucius Malfoy, are friends with Salis Vinvajun, Prince of the Red Court?" Draco blinked, and then nodding slowly. Severus let out a sigh, and fell back in his seat, covering his eyes with one hand. Draco snorted.

"I think-" he started, a broad grin growing on his face "That this is the first time I've ever seen you so flus-" the lights went dark. The three looked up to see the curtains moving away.

The show was about to begin.

"Hey all." A smooth and deeply sensual tenor voice called out over the crowd. A boy calmly walked to the front of the stage hips swinging invitingly with every step, and let out a darkly alluring smile. "Sorry for the wait, loves." The crowd sent out cat-calls and the boy raised a hand, and then turned on his heel, dragging a black nailed finger down his tongue as his other hand slowly pulled cloth apart to revel creamy, milky white flesh. Severus felt himself slowly fluster, and quickly Occulated his mind, detaching his emotions from what he saw–barely.

But the crowd screamed in delight and the boy laughed aloud, finishing his spin quickly, long black locks spinning about his body as he smirked. He wore skintight black pants, long rips down the sides starting just below the elastic at his waist down to the floor, with a fishnet shit covered by a black robe. The robes had rips and tears in the cloth, showing flesh every time he moved. Inky black hair hung to his waist, framing his face, and showing clearly intelligent Slytherin green eyes. Full red lips quirked into a purely sexy smile and Severus found himself wanting to see just how soft those lips were. Then he saw the small single earring the boy wore, a serpent coiled around a sword.

Lucius was completely entranced, and Draco was watching them both, chuckling all the while.

"You all must have waited so long for me, eh?" He called out mockingly "Then I won't disappoint!" The middle part of a long strand of red cloth suddenly fell to the ground beside him, the ends still at the roof, and he stepped onto it, twining his barefoot into the cloth.

As they watched the cloth lifted into the air, and the boy bent himself backward, and then started to dance, using the cloth to hide and revel smooth flesh to the crowd. He rose halfway into the air, then a heavy beat of energy echoed threw the room and Lucius gasped.

That same magic from before shot through his senses, stirring his body awake. Draco watched him closely as he struggled alowly loosing ground, and then sighed, holding up a small metal device. The pressure lifted in their booth and Lucius breathed deeply, glancing at his son with gratitude. Severus continued to watch the boy seemingly writhe in the cloth, then three others dropped from the ceiling.

While Severus watched, the boy glanced up, eyes glazed, and their eyes locked. The look shot straight through him, and Severus gulped, his grip on the seat under him tightening as his heartbeat loud in his ears. The boy smiled slowly, then turned, twisting his body, cocking his hips in what seemed to be an obvious invitation. Severus swallowed thickly and the boy smirked, green eyes seemingly seeing into his soul. Words slowly became heard in his mind, incoherent, but the intent clear. A hand gripped his shoulder and he turned suddenly.

"Easy, Professor." Draco locked eyes with him, and slowly reason returned. He released the breath he held and closed his eyes, falling back into his seat.

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you before you came." Draco whispered softly removing his hand "But…you don't seem to be effected by Salis like the others."

"That is the Prince?" Severus gasped out, opening his eyes. His heart still thudded in his chest, but his mind was his own.

"That is Salis." Draco confirmed. "And that energy you felt was his own. He can control it, to an extent. Though even standing in his presence is hard for those without any control." Draco then gave him a confused look.

"You didn't seem effected by the pulse, but looking him in the eye was a bad idea." Severus gave him a dry look then stood. Draco shot him a look back, a smirk growing on his face, and Severus rolled his eyes quickly leaving the bar to take in fresh air.

It was so strange…that young boy, still a teenager had such sway over grown men…and that energy, that pure sexual magic that radiated from him…the concept seemed familiar to him, the answer laying on the outskirts of his mind…

"Having problems?" A soft melodic voice called out. Severus spun about, wand half out its holster, then froze.

A tall dark skinned woman stood at the door, a single hand to the smooth wood. Severus backed a step putting his wand away, but did not reply. The woman smiled, half-lidded turquoise eyes gazing at him calmly. Then she blinked, her eyes opening wider and Severus flinched back, a hand going to his chest to rest right over his heart. It felt as if his soul was being read.

"Stop it!" her head tilted, eyes falling back to their dormant state, and her smile grew.

"So powerful, yet so... ignorant." She whispered "And so young… you have seen my son perform, and were not effected by the Drain." She stated this act, while Severus processed what the woman said. Then his mind ran a blank when she finally stepped into the moonlight, turning her head to the side slightly.

Her skin was dark, like pure chocolate, the odd eyes still locked on him. Long silken black locks hung about her shoulders, covering a deep amber dress that fell to the floor. Gold painted nails glittered as she raised a hand to her face to hide a smile.

And her aura seemed to pulse with pure power; sexuality radiating from her sultry smile.

This was the Queen of the Red Court, Rhianna Rianae Vinvajun,

Lady of the Underworld controlled by drugs, lies and sex.

Severus felt himself blink rapidly as the dots connected, and Lady Vinvajun laughed softly.

"You would be so much better than him." She mused quietly. Severus kicked up an eyebrow, and Lady Vinvajun waved a hand, her eyes holding quiet amusement and regret.

"You would love him." Severus rolled his eyes.

"Him? Your son?" He snorted "Why would anyone love him, when he is sex on legs? They'd be too busy shagging their brains out to love him." Severus blinked as the thought continued, and he whispered unconsciously "Why would anyone love me?" The Lady Vinvajun laughed again, the sound like soft bells and she held a hand out.

"Why are you lying to yourself? And to me?" Wind blew about them, and then Severus felt an old spell around him tremble then drop, and pure power erupted, flashing white-hot through his veins. He fell to his knees and the Queen pressed a hand onto his head.

"The time will come when my Child will rely heavily on you, Lesser Heir. You Must to be prepared for that time." Then she was gone.

Salis breathed deeply as he reclined back in his velvet and silk seat, the gems on his body flashing as they took the energy in and stored them to the max, the rest flowing in his body, calming him from his heightened senses. Thinking of the show he let out a smirk, memories flashing of the performance.

Who would have thought that Severus Snape would be here during his dance, and lock eyes with him?

During that time, the man's mind was completely open to Salis to scan, and what made that strange man tick, but those details fled his thoughts the moment black eyes pulled away from him.

Pity.

"You had fun tonight." Salis spun about, and smiled. Lady Rhianna was at the door dressed in her normal gold attire, turquoise eyes flashing with thinly veiled amusement. Salis laughed as he stood from his perch, holding his hands out.

"It is so much fun to play about with lesser minds so." He confessed dropping his robes to the ground as he spun to glance at himself in the large mirror that adorned the side of his dressing room. "And you know that." The Queen chuckled, ghosting a hand across his shoulder blades, Salis glanced at her reflection, a hand raising to press agaisnt her own at his shoulder.

"You're still high from the Feeding aren't you?" She asked as he pulled away from her touch, skin highly sensitive. Her caress was enough to make him wish he could go back home, but that would lead unwanted people to his sanctuary.

"Yess." Salis hissed out softly, throwing out a smile. The Queen did not seem so happy.

"Your mate should be here, to help you with the distribution of the energy." Salis sighed.

"I know-"

"Yet you continue to let that bond grow, even as he doesn't treat you right. You seem to only be a little doll on his hip." The words sent a flinch through him. The Lady beckoned to him and started to the door.

"I…can't help it. I love him, the bond is already formed, what could you think I do now?" Salis stood, then slipped his robes back on, following her into a secluded area in the bar, her private quarters. Lady Rhianna looked him over, holding her fan alof as he picked up a Wizard made cigarette and attached it to a long straw like device as he lit it. (Think of Cruella Divel from 101 Dalmatians her pipe thing.)

One puff had him relaxed and he sighed, falling back into silken pillows as he got confertable, proping one foot up onto the couch to rest his arm over his knee as he released a haze of smoke. Lady Rhianna snapped her fan open to idily fan the smoke away and Salis laughed.

"You know the smoke smells good!" She rolled her eyes.

"I really don't see how-" she fell silent and Salis turned to the side door as a tall gaunt man stumbled through.

"Ah." Lady Rhianna breathed, snapping the fan close to hold the fan to her lips "Do you feel better now?" The man nodded, odd, silver-gray eyes quickly searching the room, before falling back on his host.

"Just one question though...where am I?"

Severus Snape quietly slipped into the dojo area of the Black Manor three hours later, watching Harry James flash through complicated moves, a live blade in his hand.

"What brings you down here, Professor?" Harry asked, not even winded as he landed at a crouch one hand to the ground for balance, and then stood, resting his blade on his padded shoulder.

Severus blinked; the boy was holding the blade with his left hand, even though Professor knew the boy to be right handed

"I heard your blade and came to see who was using the dojo." Severus answered softly. Harry raised an eyebrow and the other elaborated "I had come to believe that I was the only one who knew of the Art of Blades in the Order." Harry nodded.

"And you still do." Severus raised an eyebrow at the reply and Harry laughed "There is a public Dojo near my relative's house and when I was small I used to go there for self-defense lessons." Something in that sentence sent sparks of warning off like flashes of red before his eyes …Self defense? Why would he need that when he has the Bloodwards protecting him? "When I hit Ten the Master of the Dojo decided he wanted to pass his knowledge of the Blade on to me." The teen let out a self-pitying smirk.

He was dressed in simple casual clothing compared to earlier, a black wife beater, with black trousers, ankles bound in bandages and bare foot. Black sleeves identical to the light blue ones from earlier were on his arms, shortened hair barely touching his shoulders. On his left shoulder was the pad were his blade rested

Harry glanced at him, then let out a sly smile.

"You're probably wondering how I could change so much, aren't you?" Severus glanced at him, and then conjured a sword, holding the blade horizontally from the ground, his arm out-stretched. Harry raised an eyebrow, backing a step to fall into a defensive stance.

"No…though that is a mystery…no I want to know why I can see mind webs, and sense mental masks on you." Harry started, then leapt back to avoid the swing at his abdomen.

"But…that can wait." Severus continued, a smirk growing on his face "Right now I want to see just how good you really are."

Sorry for the long wait!! At least I made up for it, I think this is the longest Chapter I have ever done, 22 pages? I an quite proud of myself, even if it took me an uncounted amount of time to do it…sweatdrop

Hehe.

By the way, would you guys like it if I started to respond to your reviews, if you ask questions? I usually let the Chapter do the talking but… eh?