FAMILY TIES

Chapter Six


Harry woke up feeling somewhat constricted with the arm around his shoulders and the weight on his back. He pulled himself up to lean on his elbow as he looked down at Rider who was smiling up at him. “How are you feeling Harry?” Rider asked.

“Strange,” Harry replied running his tongue over the fangs, tasting a bit of blood from the contact. He looked around on his bed, seeing the shredded bedding. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He worriedly asked.

“No,” Rider said, “you didn’t care for the color I guess,” he joked, picking up Harry’s hand to see the two inch nails. “How is your back?”

“Heavy,” Harry said reaching back to pull the bottom of a wing up. “I suppose I must look like a real freak now.”

“Harry. You’re beautiful,” Rider smiled cupping the side of his face. “How’s the stomach?”

“Burning.”

“You need more blood Harry,” Rider said tilting his neck to the side.

“How do I know when to stop?” Harry asked, his mouth already watering as he saw the pulsing vein in Rider’s neck.

“Trust me Harry, you’ll know.”

Harry nuzzled his nose to the skin, kissing and licking the skin as he pressed himself more closely against him. He placed his open mouth on the dampened skin, then pierced it with his fangs. He moaned as the warm blood slid down his throat, cooling the burning in his stomach. His hips pressed forward as he drank, his erection meeting an answering hardness. He felt hands grip his hips as Rider thrust up against him.

Harry drew back, licking the wound closed before leaning up on his elbows to look down at Rider. He subconsciously retracted his fangs, then leaned down to crush his lips to Rider’s, the taste of blood still on his tongue and lips.

Rider moaned into the kiss as his hands wandered over Harry’s body. His hand slid down the back of Harry’s pajama bottoms, gripping the flexing bottom as it thrusted against him. He broke from the kiss, to kiss his way down Harry’s neck as he pulled Harry’s hips down harder. His arm came up to the back of his head as he pierced the skin with his fangs.

“Oh . . . gods,” Harry moaned as his movements became more frenzied. When he felt the fangs slip into his neck, he cried out Rider’s name as he came, his blood pumping faster into Rider’s mouth. He felt the moan against his neck as Rider bucked up against him, the feel of his pulsing cock emptying between them.

Rider slowly withdrew from Harry’s neck, licking and kissing back up to his lips. “Now, how’re you feeling?” He asked a little breathlessly.

“Good,” Harry smiled then slid his lips over Rider’s. “Still heavy though.”

“How did you retract your fangs?” Rider grinned.

“Just did it I guess. I had thought they’d be in the way to kiss you, so I will them away.”

“Try to do the same thing to your nails,” Rider said holding Harry’s hand. It took a few minutes, but Harry smiled as they shrank down again. “Now the wings.”

Harry kneeled up on his knees as he closed his eyes, willing and picturing his back wing-free. It took about fifteen minutes for them to fold into themselves and disappear into his back. He moved his shoulders experimentally, smiling when the extra weight wasn’t there. “It feels weird . . . like I know they’re there, but I know they’re not. I remember the pain when they came out,” Harry said as he took Rider’s hand to pull him from the bed. “Will it hurt like that all the time, and will it bleed like that all the time?”

Rider led them to the bathroom after stripping both of their pajamas off where he turned on the shower. He stepped in then pulled Harry in under the jets of warm water. “I’m not going to lie to you Harry. The first few times will hurt, like getting hit with a quidditch bludger . . . which I’m sure you can relate to,” he smirked. “The blood will lessen also. Over the next couple of weeks I’ll help you with it, as I want to teach you how to fly, use weapons with your extended nails, and help sharpen your abilities,” he added as he gently washed the blood from Harry’s back.

“What color are your wings?” Harry asked.

“Black like yours, but with a red sheen to them.”

Harry leaned forwards onto the wall with his hands as Rider washed his body. “Rider,” he softly said.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have just molested you like that.”

“Harry . . . you didn’t molest me. I loved every heated minute of it,” he grinned as he kissed the center of his back. “I wasn’t going to refuse such an offer,” he huskily said as his hand slid down the firm stomach to glide over Harry’s hardening cock.

“And who am I,” Harry moaned as he leaned back against Rider, his hand going over Rider’s on his cock, “to refuse your offer.” Their joined hands stroking the length.

Harry leaned his hands on the tiles again as he felt Rider’s fingers glide over the globes of his ass to slip between, teasing the tight ring of muscle before slowly slipping in. Harry pushed back against the finger as his breathing became more ragged. “More,” he moaned.

Rider gripped the base of Harry’s cock, as he slid another finger in. “You have done this before right?” He huskily asked.

“Yes,” Harry hissed between clenched teeth, “oh . . . gods . . . more,” he panted.

Rider slid another finger in, thrusting and twisting them in to loosen the muscle. He said a quick lubricating spell then stroked his length a few times before sliding the tip across Harry’s balls, to slide up to the prepared hole. He eased the head into the warm tightness, and slowly slipped in deeper, his fingers digging into Harry’s hips. He withdrew about half way, then slowly thrust back in. “Gods . . . feels good,” he moaned.

“Nnmm . . . yes . . . gods Rider . . . faster . . . fuck me,” Harry panted, pushing back fast against him.

Rider gripped the one side of Harry’s hip, as he thrust deep and fast inside of him. He reached around to pump Harry’s cock at the same pace as his thrusts. Harry’s hands were on the wall, pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Harry reached up to grasp the showerhead as he threw his head back. He cried out Rider’s name as he came, his grip taking down the showerhead. Rider felt Harry grip his cock tight inside and thrust deep as he shot his seed inside of him. He leaned over Harry’s back, hugging the man to his chest.

“Looks like we’ll have to teach you how to control your strength too,” Rider grinned as the water was shooting out at them from the broken pipe. “Happy birthday Harry.”

“Thanks,” Harry laughed shutting off the water.



By the time Rider and Harry dressed and fixed the shower, it was lunch time. When he walked through the archway into the courtyard, he was surprised to see everyone gathered around. Gabrielle came up to them to grasp Harry’s hand. “Happy birthday Harry,” she smiled as she led him to the table.

He was also surprised to see the familiar purple starred robes of the Headmaster . . . Albus Dumbledore. “Professor,” he greeted.

“Hello Harry,” Dumbledore twinkled at him. “I’ve come to see how you are . . . and to bring you gifts and letters from your friends.”

“Did you tell them where I was?” Harry asked.

“All that I told them was that you were training,” Dumbledore replied. “I thought it should be you to tell them.”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll need to get supplies for school, so I can meet them in Diagon Alley.”

“So you will be coming back for your final year?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes,” Harry smiled.

“Good. I was going to miss you if you decided not to,” he smiled.

“Did you know about Snape . . . ”

“Professor Snape,” Dumbledore corrected as his damn eyes twinkled.

“Professor Snape then. Did you know we were related?”

“Yes, I did Harry,” Dumbledore admitted, “but it was for his and your protection that it remained secret. Severus was too close to Voldemort to risk the chance.”

“Anything else that is being kept from me?” Harry asked, crossing his arms at his chest.

“No Harry. No more secrets. Frankly I’m relieved that it’s all out in the open to you now.”

“You’re just keeping secrets from Snape now,” Harry said shaking his head, “but I do realize the risk of him knowing. Not that he would show any brotherly affection or anything,” he added sighing heavily.

“Come on Harry, let’s dance,” Bree said pulling him to his feet as the music started, smiling as she saw a smile appear on his face.

Harry let his melancholy thoughts leave him as his cousins and newfound friends danced with him and around him. The drink flowed freely and the food was a buffet style where everyone ate when they wanted. After a few hours the twins tugged on each arm to sit him on the bench. Rider sat at one side while Bree sat on the other. It was time to open his gifts.

He opened his gifts from his wizarding friends first, pleased to see the jumper from Mrs. Weasley, but not surprised. From Fred and George, an assortment of their new candy, which he closed and kept hidden from his cousins. Ron gave him new quidditch arm guards, while Hermione gave him books on mystical and mythological creatures. He also received a couple cases of butter beer and a bottle of firewhiskey from his other Gryffindor house mates. From the professors, he received a gold chain that when touched was a portkey to Dumbledore’s office. From his family he received mostly sentimental gifts. His grandparents made him a scrapbook about his mother, from the time she was born until she died. He received new clothing from his family, liking especially the leather pants that Bree gave him. Ash gave him a long bow with arrows, as he particularly showed an interest in it with his lessons. He also was given a gentle kiss to the lips by Ash . . . much to the amusement to Bree and Rider who sat beside him.

Josiane came up to Harry with a carved wooden box, kissing his cheek before she stepped back. Inside was a set of six small throwing daggers that would fit in the hidden sheaths in his boots. Kale was next as he approached Harry with another wooden box, and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Inside a set of two daggers, the blades gleaming in the sunlight.

The next gift everyone stood silent as Gaidon stepped forward. “You do us proud Harry. We had to borrow a little something from you for this gift,” he said, then handed him a sheathed sword. The leather scabbard was made with strong dark red leather, with a leaf design etched down the center. Harry gripped the handle of the sword. It felt comfortable straight away. The sound of metal sliding from the scabbard filled the air as he unsheathed the weapon. The blade was made of an elven metal that was strong, unbreakable, but lighter than most other metals. The pommel of the sword was a golden color with the dark red leather wrapped around the base, with white and red colored lilies on it, the red ones dripping drops of blood. The lilies were then etched into the metal from the hilt in a continuous flow. The sword measured about three feet from hilt to tip. In the center of the pommel there was a shard of crystallized glass that was warm to the touch. He gripped it tight and felt the warmth seep into his body from the grip.

“The crystal is from your mother’s sphere,” Kyrian said coming closer to Harry. “We thought it might bring you closer to her.”

Harry looked at the sword, touched beyond words. He slowly sheathed the sword, then looked around him, then to his grandfather. “Thank you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Kyrian’s waist. “Thank you so much,” he softly said as a few tears leaked out from his eyes.

“Kyrian returned the embrace, stroking Harry’s hair as he kissed his forehead. “Your welcome Haden,” he said by his ear.

After the emotional thank you’s, Harry was pulled to the center of the courtyard to try out his new sword. He had been using one of Bree’s the past week, so it felt good to practice with his own. There were also some friendly competitions with target practice using the small daggers and the bow and arrows. Even for fun, the weaponry instructors managed to get the practice in.


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The next three weeks, Harry’s lessons were back to the busy schedule, with flying included at night. Ash and his family helped him adjust with the weapons when he was in vampiric form, and he found it easier than he thought it would be. It took getting used to wielding the sword with his wings and the longer nails. He was able to retract his wings, nails and fangs with ease, and with no pain, like the first few times. He had been a bit hesitant at first to show the other side of himself to his family, but when he did, the family was in awe and did not treat him any different. That in itself was confidence building for him.

He had several feedings of blood, as it helped his strength and his health. He drank from Rider . . . which usually lead to other things, and Blaise so he could get used to it when they returned to Hogwarts. There was also a ready supply of bottled blood that was donated to him from the other elves of the realm. He felt good about himself, more sure of himself with the love and acceptance from his family.



Note: Have you ever seen the cover of the PS2 game ‘Prince of Persia 2\'? That is what I picture Harry looking like, but with the wings, ears, a devilish smile, and the sword on his back.


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