FAMILY TIES

Chapter Twelve


Harry reluctantly got out of Draco’s bed the next morning, smiling as he placed a soft kiss to his lips. They had another bout of lovemaking, with Draco going down on him in the middle of the night. He felt overly energized and decided to jog around the quidditch pitch before he was to meet Bree in the forbidden forest. He never did see the unexpected guest that Draco received as he ran.

After showering and strapping on his weapons, Harry threw his cloak on and made his way to the clearing in the forbidden forest. He reached the clearing, surprised that Bree wasn’t there. She was usually there quite early, and gave him a hard time if he was even a minute late. He felt a tenseness in the air and his heart raced as his hands went to his daggers. He knelt down and looked at the crushed grass on the ground, and the blood, missing the hex that went over his head.

He looked back and waved his hand to throw the death eater against the tree where he slumped down to the ground. He ducked and rolled away from another hex, coming close to another death eater. Harry got up and turned, his dagger blade slicing through robe and skin of the cloaked man’s stomach, the blade coming away tainted with blood.

“Enough!”

Harry turned to face a recognizable pale man standing there among the masked men. As the twenty death eaters threw the ‘stupefy’ spell at him, he was able to dodge some, but a few hits their mark. He was knocked to the ground where the pale man with the pointed ears handcuffed his hands and took his daggers and sword away. They all soon disapparated from the clearing, taking the savior-of-the-wizarding-world with them.

Harry was awakened by an ‘enervate’ spell, bound at the wrists by chains from the ceiling. He opened his eyes to see he was in the middle of a circle of death eaters, with Voldemort sitting regally at the edge, his giant snake Nagini coiled at his side.

“Ah . . . Missster Potter. Sssoo good of you to finally visssit me,” Voldemort evilly hissed. He waved his wand at Harry for the glamour on his ears to come off. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your heritage Missster Potter,” he sneered.

Harry tried to free his hands with magic, but was sent an electric jolt through his body when he tried. “You are wearing magic prohibitor hand cuff’s Misster Potter. You will not be able to use that wandless or wordless magic on me. As for your wand . . . ” Voldemort smiled, holding it up and snapping it in half.

Harry looked Voldemort in the eye. “You will die by my hand Tom. Have you got all your personal business in order before you die?” Harry smirked.

“It is you that will die Missster Potter,” Voldemort sneered, “as well as your family,” he added gesturing to the right.

Harry looked to the side to see Brianna hanging by chains also, her clothes ripped and ragged, blood dripping from the welts all over her body. “Let her go! You have me. You don’t need her,” he pleaded.

“Hmmm, let me think. NO. My faithful sssservant Denan wantssss to play too,” Voldemort grinned to the elf. “A relative of yourssss, issssn’t he?”

“He is no relative of mine,” Harry sneered at his Uncle.

Voldemort laughed, joined by his mindless followers. “Enough. Before you die, I promissssed everyone they could play firsssst. Enjoy Potter,” he added then sat back to enjoy the performance.

Severus stood among the death eaters while many used their whip of choice on the hanging Gryffindor. There were curses and hexes thrown, many which left Harry bleeding and gasping for breath. He hoped Dumbledore and the elves have detected where they are soon. He wasn’t sure how long Harry would last under these conditions. He sighed in relief when Harry’s head lowered to his chest, the torture ending also . . . for now. He was reassured to hear the steady rhythm of Harry’s heartbeat, showing he was still conscious and strong.

Voldemort came forward and had Harry released from the chains, not seeing Harry opening his eyes as he glanced to Bree who was being whipped by her . . . their uncle. “Luciusss,” Voldemort called, “you have another guessst for me?” He gleefully asked.

Lucius bowed lowly to his master. “Yes, my Lord,” he smirked, then had a fellow death eater drag someone in with their wrists tied behind them. “He has openly defied me for the last time. He is no longer my son.”

Harry’s hands clenched when he saw his unconscious mate. He still was able to sense he was alive . . . but barely. With his hands in front, he extended a fingernail, and slid it into one of the locks. He loosened it, and was able to feel the magic course through him again.

“Enervate,” Voldemort said to Harry. Harry groggily got to his knees, his breathing seemingly broken and ragged.

Harry felt the whip a few more times on his back. While they were busy seeing the fresh blood coming from his body, he sent a spell towards Draco and Bree, where an invisible, protective bubble surrounded them. He was tiring out from the abuse, and it was getting harder to hold back his anger. He wasn’t ready to be angry yet.

“I’ve been admiring your ssssword Potter,” Voldemort hissed as he stepped closer.

‘Just a little closer,’ Harry thought to himself, keeping his head down.

“Sssuch a sssentimental fool you are Potter,” Voldemort said as he traced the lilies on the sword.

Harry heard the crack of the whip again to see his uncle hit the bubble. While everyone was glancing that way, he reached for two knives in the hidden sheathes of his boots, and turned and tossed them, hitting his uncle in the neck and between his eyes. Harry smirked as the elf fell to the floor, his smirk not missed by Voldemort.

“Very Ssslytherin of you Potter,” Voldemort grinned. “You would have made a powerful ally, but alasss . . . ” he sighed as he pressed the sword into Harry’s chest, “you need to die.”

Severus watched in horror as the wizarding’s world last hope sunk to his knees, gripping the hilt of the sword at his chest. He stealthily moved to be able to see Harry’s face, trying to see an opening to take him and apparate away to save him.

Voldemort was laughing maniacally as he looked around at his followers, so he didn’t see what Severus was seeing. Harry’s magic was pulsing as he looked up. Severus watched in amazement as Harry got to his feet, and grasped Voldemort by the neck to lift him off the ground.

‘What the hell!’ Severus thought to himself, as Harry looked up, the green of his eyes almost black, the fangs gleaming in the firelight of the dungeons. There was a tearing sound heard in the silent room as large black wings sprouted through the back of Harry’s shirt.

“I will not be the one to die today Tom,” Harry sneered as he took the sword out of himself to point it at Voldemort’s heart. Harry smiled at the look of disbelief on Voldemort’s face, then heard the hiss of pain when Harry’s fingernails grew, sinking into Voldemort’s neck, a nail sinking into a main artery. He then whispered a spell as he sheathed the sword through Voldemort’s cold heart.

Severus noticed that several curses were thrown at Harry, for them to be rebounded off the wings. The room was then stormed by Ministry Aurors and many elven warriors, to either fight, apprehend, or kill the death eaters. Severus noticed Lucius slink away and was about to go after him, when Harry collapsed to the floor, his sword clattering to the stone floor beside him.

Severus went to Harry, sensing the faint life still within him. He gently picked him up, careful to tuck the wings in underneath him. With a nod to Dumbledore, he disapparated straight to the Hogwarts infirmary, knowing that his godson would be following soon after when Kyrian had picked him up.


The Hogwarts infirmary was soon bustling with activity. Severus came with Harry where Madame Pomfrey immediately came to guide him to Harry’s usual bed. Draco was brought in with Kyrian, and Bree was carried in by her father’s Kale and Julien.

Madame Pomfrey did a quick check on the other two, but diagnosed that Harry needed the most help. Blaise worked with the elven healer on Draco and Bree, while Severus and Kyrian helped Madame Pomfrey. She levitated Harry a couple of inches off the bed to make room for the wings. As Harry was unconscious, he wasn’t able to retract his wings or his fangs. “We will need to undress him, so I can heal these wounds,” she quietly said.

“His sword was run through in the chest area,” Severus said, “I would suggest healing that one first.”

“Do not tell me my job Severus,” Pomfrey scolded. Severus took no offence as that is the way it was for them. “Evanesco,” she spelled for Harry’s clothes to disappear.

“Oh dear,” Pomfrey sighed, a she saw the welts, cuts, burns, and the hole in his chest. She ran her wand over the chest. “Thank Merlin,” she sighed in relief, “the sword missed any major organs.”

As Pomfrey was doing spell after spell to heal the internal bleeding, Severus and Kyrian were wiping down the blood from Harry’s body, healing what they could. The more serious were left for the medi-witch to heal. Severus was wiping the hip area, when his hand stilled, holding the bloody cloth. He threw the cloth in the wash basin, then stalked out of the ward, Gaidon taking his place. Severus had seen the mark.


Dumbledore had just come back from the Ministry, where he confirmed Voldemort’s death. He just popped in a much needed lemon drop, when Severus barged in the door. “Ah . . . Severus, how are they?” He asked.

“They will be fine,” Severus hissed through clenched teeth.

“That is good,” Dumbledore sighed in relief. “I will go down there later. Would you like some tea Severus?”

“No. I do not want any bloody tea Albus. Did you know?” Severus asked calmly.

“Know what Severus?”

“That Potter has the Snape mark.”

“Ah . . . that,” Dumbledore smiled, “yes I did.”

“He is a relation to me then?”

“Yes,” Dumbledore simply replied.

“How? Lily was ever faithful to that Potter idiot,” Severus grimaced.

“She was raped by a death eater.”

“Please don’t tell me he is my son,” Severus sighed, sitting heavily in a chair.

“He is not your son Severus,” Dumbledore said. “Do you really dislike the boy that much?”

“He’s no longer a boy Albus, and I don’t dislike him. He’s just a pain in the arse,” Severus grudgingly admitted. “So who is he then?”

“His name is Haden Potter. You know he came to know he was elven during the summer, but what you didn’t know was that he came into another heritage on his birthday. He became a daywalker . . . a Snape vampire. Do you remember when Lily was abducted while she was an Auror with James?” Dumbledore asked.

“Vaguely,” Severus quietly replied.

“Her death was interrupted by you before she was killed by draining her of her blood. You saved her that night Severus.”

“She was a friend Albus,” Severus said, “I couldn’t let her die.”

“Do you remember who you interrupted?”

“Yes, my father,” Severus replied thinking back to that night. “Oh Merlin,” he groaned.

“Yes. Congratulations Severus, you now have a younger brother,” Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling in that maddening way of his. “Maybe that’s why you saved him over and over again during the past years.”

“I saved him because he was the wizarding world’s last bloody hope . . . not because I sensed he was some kind of family,” Severus sneered. “I. Am. Not. Treating him any different,” Severus finished before stalking out of the room.

“We shall see Severus,” Dumbledore grinned, popping another lemon drop into his mouth.

It was several hours later that Brianna and Draco were able to leave their beds, their injuries either healed or bandaged. They went to Harry’s bed, joining the others that were seated around the still Gryffindor. “How is he?” Draco worriedly asked.

“He will be fine,” Kyrian smiled. “The sword missed his major organs when he was stabbed through. He lost a lot of blood that he will need more of soon.”

Draco nodded and linked his fingers through Harry’s limp ones. “He was stabbed?”

“Yes,” Kyrian replied.

“What exactly happened? And I don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but who are you?” Draco asked.

“I am Lord Kyrian of Silvenwind, Harry’s grandfather. As for what happened . . . we will be seeing part of Severus’s memory of the events.”

Severus then came into the room, avoiding the bed that his . . . brother lay in. “You requested a pensieve memory?” He asked looking at Kyrian.

“We’d like you to put the events into this sphere instead, where we can all see what happened,” Gaidon said, stepping forward, holding up the clear blue glass sphere.

Severus used his wand to extract the silvery strands of memory to transfer it to the sphere, where it swirled around inside. Once done, Gaidon activated the sphere, where it appeared to all that they were standing in the dungeon like room. They all watched as Brianna was first hung up and whipped, then Harry when he was brought in. Draco flinched as each lash and curse was laid upon Harry, seeing all those sly little moves he did to protect them. They watched as Harry threw the knives, killing his Uncle, then the sword coming through Harry’s back. Draco watched in awe as Harry transformed into his full vampire form and killed Voldemort.

Once it ended, there was silence then a whoop of joy from Brianna. “He did it! He killed Denan, and . . . Voldemort. I am so proud of him,” she grinned.

“He hasn’t woken up yet,” Draco said. “It’s not time to celebrate yet.”

“He will be fine Draco,” Gaidon reassured, placing his hand on his shoulder. “He will need blood, then be good as new.”

“Preferably from a relative or his mate for it to hasten his recovery,” Severus spoke up.

“As the relative isn’t ready to admit it yet, we can ask his mate,” Kyrian said looking to Severus then Draco.

Draco saw that the elves were looking at him expectantly. “His mate? He has a mate?” He asked sadly.

Kyrian motioned for everyone to leave, leaving Severus and Draco standing before him. “Yes, he has a mate Draco, and is extremely happy with him.”

“Me?” Draco asked.

“Yes.”

“How is he going to drink from me if he’s not awake?” Draco asked, looking to his lover . . . his mate.

Severus held back his surprise and came forward. “Draco, I’m going to levitate Harry while you lay down beside him on the bed.” Draco nodded and did as he was told and put his arm around Harry’s back, stroking the silken wings while Severus adjusted Harry’s body to lie partially on Draco, his face by his neck. “Are you sure about this Draco?” He quietly asked.

“Yes, Severus,” Draco replied, “I want Harry back.”

“Very well,” Severus conceded, then placed a small cut on Draco’s lower neck. He let his finger slide over the cut, coating his finger with Draco’s blood, then brushed his bloody finger over Harry’s lips. He waited until he saw Harry’s tongue slowly dart out to lick the blood, then stood back.

Draco watched as Kyrian and Severus left the ward, then stroked Harry’s hair away from his face. “Come on Harry. You need to drink,” he whispered. “Please . . . I need you with me,” he hoarsely pleaded.

It was several minutes later when Draco felt Harry’s lips move against his neck. He tilted his neck and pulled Harry closer to him. He sighed when he felt the prick of the fangs sink into him. Draco watched as the wings retracted and then smiled when he felt an arm go around his waist, to pull him on his side, his body pressed against him.

Harry withdrew his fangs, kissing his way up the neck. “I need you too, Draco,” he softly said by his ear.

Draco moved his head down to meet Harry’s kiss. The kiss was slow and sweet, Draco tasting his own blood on Harry’s lips. He gave a small shiver when he felt Harry’s tongue brush against his lips. He parted them, letting Harry probe gently into his mouth. He moaned into the kiss when he felt his clothes disappear, the feel of skin on skin making him achingly hard. Draco shifted to lie on top of Harry as he thrust his hips forward, Harry’s hands running down his sides.

Draco put his weight on his arms as he looked down at Harry, moving his hips against the others. He watched both of Harry’s hands glide down his chest, stomach, then moaned when he felt lubricated hands wrap around both of their erections.

“Tighter Harry,” Draco moaned as he thrust faster into Harry’s hands. “Gods . . . feels so . . . good.”

Harry arched his neck back as he bucked his hips up, their hardened cocks sliding against each others. “Cum with me love . . . so close,” Harry panted, looking up into the stormy grey eyes.

Draco’s thrusts quickened into Harry’s hands. “Mmmm . . . Harry . . . Now!” he cried out as he erupted, his cum blending with Harry’s as their cocks pulsed against each others.

They spelled themselves clean and lay side by side, front to front, soon drifting to sleep as their arms tightened around the other’s backs.

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