Silver Wings

Chapter Three

A family that's what they had offered him. He had never had a real family before. Yeah sure there were the Weasely's and his godfathers but eventually they were never allowed to actually be a family. Could he live here till he had the strength and power to destroy Voldemort? I mean yeah sure people will die but they would die anyways if he did. He needed a safe place to train and they had offered. Harry looked around the small bedroom they had given him. It was a nice sized room with a nice queen sized bed and a desk off to the side. They had also recently taken him shopping so his new clothes where in the large dresser near the closet. He also had two book cases filled with magic books he had Dobby bring him from the black and Snape manor, along with his trunk of special belongings and equipment.

The desk already had an entire potion station set out on it with a supply cabinet hanging on the wall next to it. He also had his invisibility cloak and broom hung up on his wall for display/ fast access. His trunk now lay at the foot of the bed in a comfortable manner. However the one thing that caught anyone's eye when entering the room was the large sword hanging to the left of the bed. The blade glowed a faint red and the hand was encrusted with gold and rubies. Gryffindor etched along its blade.

The Sword of Gryffindor was the only thing he had left from Dumbledore and he prided the fact that he was now an expert swordsman and would begin sparring with Wyatt, after he got done settling in. Of course no one in the family had yet to see what he had done with the room they had given him. Harry had decided to use just a bit of magic when making it over; turning the walls a dark blue and the ceiling a soft green touch. The wooden floors had been replaced with a softer plush carpet that was a dark chocolate brown. In one corner was Hedwig's cage empty yet ready when she returned from her last errand.

He turned as a knock came at his door, "Come in" He called as he sat up carefully on his bed. Wyatt came into the room pausing to look around giving an apprehensive whistle. Stepping into the room Wyatt slowly examined everything from the sword to the potion equipment on the desk, before turning to Harry.

"Mom wanted me to inform you that she wasn't going to come home tonight and that Chris is staying at a friend's house therefore me and you have the house to ourselves."

Harry grinned playfully before standing, slowly walking over to the book shelf picking up a text on the dark arts in Parseltounge, "Good then I can practice some of the darker magic while she is gone and not able to lecture me. I need to prepare."

Wyatt sighed and stepped behind the naga placing his hands on the younger mans shoulders, "Harry listen I know you want to train, but working too hard will only tire you out. Not to mention me and my family have sworn to help you get rid of this moldywarts character. You just have to give it time. When it finally comes, he will die and by my hand not yours. I will not have any more blood spilt upon your hands." Wyatt wrapped his arms around the younger mans waist tightly.

Harry leaned back against the half angel's warm chest sighing, "When are you going to tell your mom that we are mates?"

"When, I am no longer scared that she will kill me for the fact that we didn't tell her earlier."

Both of the men laughed lightly thinking back to the day that they had found out they were indeed mates.

FLASHBACK:

Harry sat out at the small local park. He had been with the Halliwell's for a little over a week now and already they had given him his own room and taken him shopping for his own clothes. Right now though; he was swinging back and forth slowly on the small metal swing. He was trying to understand why he felt the way he did around Wyatt, but for the life of him he couldn't figure it out. "Why can't I stop thinking about him?"

"About who Harry?"

The small man jumped up and whirled around; only to see Wyatt standing right there smirking at him. The sun shimmered across his golden locks playfully. Harry took a small step backwards, "No one Wyatt, I was just thinking out loud"

Wyatt laughed lightly, stepping closer to him. "Well who were you thinking out loud about?"

Harry blushed slightly; he didn't understand why he felt like this. Why, when he was around Wyatt it was as if the war had never happened. It was as if he was simply free from all of his restrictions. He looked up at the taller man, "No one you need to be concerned with."

Turning Harry went to walk away only to be stopped by a large, strong hand on his shoulder gently turning him to face Wyatt. Looking up at Wyatt he blushed lightly and what happened next he never expected. Lips descended upon his; warm to the touch they lit a fire deep inside of him. Almost immediately he shifted into his naga form, wrapping his tail firmly around Wyatt's leg. Wyatt smirked and gently ran a hand along the tail, sending spikes of pleasure through the small man. Harry keened lightly in pleasure as the lips descended upon his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. That's when he heard the voice whisper in his ear, "I am sorry I have neglected you for so long my little mate. I doubted myself and our connection. I only caused you pain and for that I am sorry. You are the most beautiful person in this universe and I will treasure you as both your mate and King of Magic. You are my treasure and no one shall touch you again."

Harry's emerald green eyes met Wyatt's dark blue eyes and he saw the truth. Wyatt was his mate. That is why he always thought of him. Why, when he was around the man he knew he was safe and couldn't think on his hardships. Even as he thought of it fear set in and he pulled away from Wyatt quickly, "I am damaged and unfit to mate… find another I am useless to you."

Wyatt turned Harry to him growling before pulling the young man in a crushing hug, "You will not speak like that about yourself. You are not damaged and are far more than fit to mate. I don't care if you lost your wings for they were not your fault. You are not useless and I will not let you go. You are my mate! No other can replace you. Please, please do not refuse me my mate, my love."

Harry looked up at the man only seeing the truth in the deep blue eyes of his mate. Smiling he pulled him down kissing him soundly upon the lips. It was the only answer he could give but he knew it was the right one.

END OF FLASHBACK

Wyatt smiled down at the small creature in his arms knowing that it was his. They had taken it slow since that day and from the looks of it; they weren't going to move any faster till after the threat of the war was over. He knew Harry wouldn't be ready till after then, for he feared losing everything he had. Harry looked up at Wyatt before growling and slipping from the taller mans grip. Placing the book on the bed he curled up next to it opening it to the page he had left off at. He felt Wyatt crawl up behind him reading over his shoulder even though he probably didn't understand a word of it. He heard Wyatt sigh lightly and felt as the man began to trail light kisses along his throat. Harry moaned, leaning his head to the side allowing more room for the hot mouth against his throat. The book fell to the floor as Harry was pinned lightly beneath Wyatt's larger frame. The lips ran up his neck and along the jaw bone to finally consume the other set of rosy lips.

"I love you Harry, never forget that."

"Wyatt I know you want me to return those words but I just need time."

"I know and I am going to give you that time", Wyatt smiled and kissed him softly before sitting up, "Now come on I promised you a spar."

He looked up and smiled brightly at the half-angel before grabbing the Sword of Gryffindor before following him out the door and into the backyard. There was already a small arena set up were they could spar and both situated themselves on the opposite sides of the arena. Wyatt summoned Excalibur twirling it gracefully before placing a non-cutting spell on both swords as to not cause permanent injury. They slowly circled around watching the other carefully. Harry shifted his left foot slightly to the right before making a sweeping upper slice with the sword. A loud kling was heard as the two metals struck. Sending magical sparks through the air. Wyatt grinned before twirling his blade down only to collide with the other sword. The dancing of blades continued till both shirts of the men were shredded and discarded off to the side revealing two equally muscled chests, glistening with sweat. Finally a gleaming sword rested against Harry's pale, slim throat. Sighing the younger man surrendered and was then pulled against the strong chest of his love. Lips met and a low moan left the naga's throat. Swords were discarded much like their shirts; as hands went to hair the kiss deepening. Tongues danced a less deadly battle as a growl left Wyatt's throat.

"What the hell is going on?"

Both boys broke apart abruptly turning to see Piper. Wyatt quickly recovered, "Mom! I thought you weren't coming home tonight?"

Piper put her hands on her hips giving him a motherly glare, "I forgot my cell phone and came back for it only to find my oldest son KISSING our much younger guest!"

Harry stepped forward placing his smaller hand in Wyatt's much larger one, "Ma'am…Piper I would like you to meet my mate… Your son."