Shiver

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Shiver


“Hn?”

“Oh! Harry! You're awake!” Layla softly climbed back onto the bed, leaning over Harry. He looked confused.

“Wha?” Layla gently kisses his forehead.

“It's ok, love, it's ok. You just fainted, is all.” he still looked confused.

“Fainted...?”

“Don't you... don't you remember?”

“Remember.... what?” he was getting annoyed.

“Well... after Madame Pomfrey and the Headmaster told you....”

“Told me what?” now, he was irritated.

“Ah, I see he isn't remembering, love?” Layla looked up at Severus as he came into their bedroom.

“Nope.” he sighed.

“I figured as much would happen. Here. Have him drink this.” he haned her a vial filled with sickly looking liquid.

“Oh, ew, no! I'm not drinking that!” Layla rolled her eyes and rolled on to Harry, straddling his waist.

“Oh, yes you will, Harry.” She plugged his nose and waited. Harry held his breath.

He started to fidget a bit, his face turning a slight blue. Layla smiled at him and he glared back.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore and sucked in a huge breath. Layla took her cue and poured the liquid in his mouth, holding his mouth shut.

“You have to swallow it, love.” Harry glared at her and reluctanly swallowed. He turned a nice shade of green.

“Oh, I think I'm going to be sick....”

“No, not sick. Just wait a few minutes, and you'll remember what happened last night. Trust me, it works.”

Harry glared at his older mate and threw an arm over his eyes dramatically. Layla giggled.

“No fair! You're not supposed to giggle at me after you've just given me something that makes me sick!” he whined. Layla giggled again. Severus rolled his eyes. Harry conintued to whine to himself quietly when he stilled. He slowly removed the arms from over his eyes and looked at Layla and Severus.

“Yes, love?” he prompted. Harry looked confused and started moving his hands slowly as he talked.

“So, my magic... is... making a gene... a dormant gene.... become..... not dormant?” Severus nodded slowly.

“Yes.” Harry still looked confused.

“Um.... why?”

“Because your magic, on it's own, is having trouble dealing with the fact that you have two mates, Severus and I. So, your magic, in an effort to help restore some balance to itself, is making a dorman gene... not dormant anymore.”

“So, what am I supposed to be?”

“Well, love, you will either be a Vampire or an Incubui. We'll know in about...” Severus waved his wand, “two hours.” Harry sighed.

“I knew something was going to happen to me, I just knew it!” Layla giggled then squealed when Harry tackled her to the bed and tickled her. Severus smiled softly and shook his head, watching the two in amusement.


~*~


Harry was lying on his side, next to Severus, one leg thrown over his mate's hip. Layla was behind Harry, arms wrapped around his waist as Harry laid his head on Severus' chest. Severus had one arm wrapped around Layla, pulling Harry and her closer, the other one gently stroking Harry's chesk.

“Are you ready, love?” he shook his head.

“I dun wanna. S'gonna hurt.” Severus smiled.

“Yes, it will hurt, love, but there's nothing we can do to help make it less painful fo you. Now, there's something you need to know, love.”

“What?” Harry whined.

“If you turn into an incubus, then you need to bite both Layla and I hard enough to leave your mark. Your insitcts will help you.” he nodded into his chest.

“Mmhmm.”

“But if you change into a vampire, then you'll need to drink our blood. Not a lot, but enough so that you leave a mark on us, claiming us. We're both giving you our consent ahead of time, so it'll make things easier.”

“Thank you, Sev.” he ksised the top of Harry's head.

“It's no problem, love.” Layla kissed the back of his neck.

“I hope it doesn't hurt too much, sweets.” Harrys sighed and tried to relax and ignore the fact that any moment he was going to change. He hoped his stomach would stop tying itslef into smaller and tighter knots.

“Take a deep breath, Harry. A few seconds to go.” she stroked his back soothingly. Harry squeezed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

He twitched and spazed violently when the tempused time clicked to midnight. He shivered and whimpered in pain, digging his nails into Severus' chest. Layla sat up and kept rubbing his back.

He gasped and arched his back in pain. His nails grew sharper, his hair longer and darker, and his eyes turned a darker forest green. He roughly pushed off of Severus quickly pinned Layla to the bed, biting her neck harshly, making her mewl in pain. When he finished with her, he turned to Severus, growled and lunged at him.

He let himself be pinned to the ground, turning his neck to the side, giving Harry better access. He gasped sharply as he felt Harry's fangs penetrate his flash and draw blood. His own nails digging into Harry's hips.