FAMILY TIES

Chapter Seven


Harry lay in bed after everyone else retired for the night, feeling restless. He found he didn’t need as much sleep as before, and often used the time to study or practice with his weapons. His thoughts were on the next day as he was going to Hogwarts to meet Ron and Hermione, then to Diagon Alley to get his school things. Then he was spending the last two days with Bree at her place. Turned out that she owned a nightclub in Muggle London.

Harry sighed, flung the covers to the side and got out of bed. He pulled on a pair of drawstring pajama bottoms and grabbed up his bow and arrows. He liked to come out at night for target practice. It was quiet except for the night creatures that moved about by the lake and trees, it helped relax and soothe his mind and body. He set the arrows at his side and looked to the tree with the target set up on it. He raised the bow, his arms bent as he pulled the arrow back. He lined up the shot, then let go, smiling to himself when the arrow imbedded pretty close to the center of the target.

He was lining up the next shot when he felt a presence behind him. He lowered the bow and turned. “Ash. What are you doing up?” He smiled.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Ash grinned. “Don’t let me stop you,” he motioned. Try for the middle next time.”

“What do I get if I do?” Harry grinned, turning to line up his shot.

“What do you want Raven?” Ash whispered by Harry’s ear, using the name he had given him during his training.

Harry had let the arrow go in surprise when he felt the warm breath at his neck. “Not fair Ash,” he said turning his head, “you distracted me.”

“You’ll have many distractions in real situation’s Raven,” Ash smiled. “Try again.”

Harry lined up the arrow again, taking steadying breaths as Ash moved closer behind him. When he felt warm lips on his neck and hands at his hips, his hands started to lower. “Ash,” he sighed as he leaned his head sideways to give Ash more room.

“Shoot Raven,” Ash whispered against his neck.

Harry straightened his head and lined up his arrow, ignoring the shivers that ran down his back as Ash licked up his neck to his ear. He let go and looked to see the arrow imbedded right next to the first arrow.

“Not bad,” Ash said, looking over Harry’s shoulder. “Raven . . . why haven’t you come to me? I’ve seen and felt your gaze on me several times since you arrived.”

“Didn’t think you would want me, especially after my birthday,” Harry softly replied.

“Raven, you are very desirable to me,” Ash said, wrapping his arms around Harry’s stomach and chest, pressing his body to Harry’s back where he could feel the erection at his backside.

“Merlin,” Harry moaned as he pushed back. His hand dropped the bow to then grab Ash’s hip behind him.

Ash moved his hand down Harry’s stomach, slipping into the pants. “Are you hard for me Raven?” He huskily asked by Harry’s ear as he wrapped his fingers around Harry’s cock, his thumb sliding over the leaking head.

“Yes,” Harry panted as he thrust his hips forward while guiding Ash’s other hand to his nipple.

Ash continued to stroke Harry’s length as he pinched a nipple to a hardened peak. He was suddenly in Harry’s arms, his lips being devoured by Harry’s as their erections ground together. His back was pressed against a tree as Harry pulled down his pants. It was Ash’s turn to moan as Harry knelt before him, engulfing his cock in his mouth, a tongue swirling around his shaft and head. He felt Harry’s hands cup his balls, then move past to finally slip a slickened finger inside of him, deep and fast. “Harry,” he moaned as his fingers grasped a handful of Harry’s hair. He pushed down on the finger and was rewarded with another, then another joining the first. When the fingertips brushed against the nub inside, he cried out into the night as he filled Harry’s mouth with his cum.

“Want inside . . . now,” Harry panted coming up to press his body to Ash’s. Harry pressed his lips to Ash’s as he grasped the blonde’s legs to bring them up to his waist, thrusting his cock in deep. “Gods . . . you feel . . . so good,” he panted as he plunged in fast and deep again, and again.

Ash held onto Harry’s shoulders as his body was raised from the thrusts. He broke away from the kiss and tilted his head back, guiding Harry’s head down. Harry looked into Ash’s eyes. “Are you sure?” He hoarsely asked.

“Yes. Drink from me Raven,” Ash whispered.

Harry leaned in to kiss the racing pulse, feeling the blood flowing against his lips. He licked the area as he held still inside Ash, then pierced the skin with his fangs as he thrust deep.

Ash’s hands went into Harry’s hair, pulling him closer as Harry drank deeply. His legs tightened around Harry’s waist as the heat spiraled down his body to his cock. Around the third hard nudge against his prostate, he reached between them to stroke his cock as his cum splattered on their stomachs. Harry moaned against his neck as he too came, the warmth spreading inside of him. Harry let his legs slide down as he licked the puncture wounds closed, and couldn’t help the small wince of pain as he moved.

“Did I hurt you?” Harry worriedly asked after doing a quick cleaning spell on both of them.

“No, it felt amazing. I don’t remember ever cumming that hard before,” Ash grinned, picking up his shirt that had slid to the ground.

Harry grabbed the shirt before he could put it on after seeing Ash’s back. “Is that why the wince of pain?” He asked seeing the deep scratches along the smooth pale back.

“Just twinges a bit,” Ash smiled, “that’s what will happen when you’re taken against a tree.”

“Come on,” Harry grinned, “I’ll put some healing salve on it.” Harry picked up his long bow and arrows then led Ash to his rooms. “Lay on the bed, I’ll be right back,” he said, giving a brief kiss to the blonde’s lips.

Harry quietly made his way to Blaise’s rooms, then to his bed. “Blaise,” he softly said, giving his shoulder a slight nudge.

Blaise groggily looked up at his cousin. “What’s the matter Harry? Did you need to feed?” He asked sitting up to lean back on his hands.

“No. But thanks,” Harry smirked. “I need some healing salve for scratches.”

“What kind of scratches?” Blaise asked getting up, heading towards his bathroom.

“Scratches made from a tree,” Harry grinned.

Blaise looked at the smug, satisfied, and just shagged looking Harry. “I won’t even ask,” he smirked, shaking his head. He reached for a vial of greenish potion. “This should do it.”

“Thanks Blaise,” Harry said, “see you later.”

“Damn Gryffindor,” Blaise affectionately muttered as he went back to bed.

Harry went back to his rooms and gently applied the salve to Ash’s back. When Ash went to get up, he was pulled back down and instantly had his arm’s full of Harry as he snuggled against his side. Ash magicked the thin cover over them, then followed Harry into sleep.


~*~


As Harry was bidding farewell to his family and friends, a small group of witches and wizards were assembled in Albus Dumbledore’s office. “Do you know why he wanted to meet here first Professor?” Ron asked Dumbledore.

“Yes, but you’ll have to wait for him to tell you,” Dumbledore replied mysteriously.

“And is there a reason why we have to be here?” Severus sneered, indicating Professor McGonagall and Remus Lupin.

“You shall see,” Dumbledore grinned, then all looked to the green flames in the large fireplace.

The first to come through was Brianna in leather pants and a green ‘Godsmack’ T-shirt that clung to her curves. Her hair was messily tousled with the point of her ears showing through the strawberry blonde locks. Around her waist was a belt that had her daggers sheathed at her sides. She walked towards them, grinning impishly as she looked at the faces around her. “Hello Professor,” she greeted to Dumbledore, then looked to the others, “hello, I am Brianna.”

“Hello Brianna. Welcome,” Dumbledore said, “and where is Harry?”

“He’ll be coming.”

“Better stand back,” Ron grinned, “he never lands on his feet when he’s flooing.

Just then the flames roared to life for Harry to gracefully walk through, his elven ears concealed for the moment. “I may just surprise you Ron,” he smirked to the surprised redhead. He moved aside as Kyrian came through next.

“Harry, it’s so good to see you,” Hermione happily said as she hugged him tight. “You look well.”

“Very well,” Remus smiled coming over to hug his surrogate godson.

“I’ve been busy, training and stuff,” Harry shrugged.

Kyrian came forward to then shake Dumbledore’s hand, and gave a slight bow to Professor McGonagall. “Gaidon and Julien bid you greetings,” he smiled.

“And how are they?” McGonagall asked remembering the eldest of Kyrian’s family and his closest friend.

“I am a great-grandfather now with Gaidon’s kin,” he smirked. “Kale and Julien have the one daughter whom I believe you have met,” he motioned to Brianna who was leaning her hip against Dumbledore’s desk.

“Professor Flitwick would love to hear about Julien. He was a very memorable Ravenclaw,” McGonagall smiled.

Harry stood back, seeing everyone’s reaction with his family. Dumbledore’s eyes were twinkling devilishly, McGonagall was blushing from the attention his grandfather bestowed upon her, Snape was glaring at the lot of them, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there, and Remus was smirking at him knowingly. Harry raised a brow at him, then cleared his throat to get their attention. “Professors, Remus, Hermione, and Ron, I’d like you to meet some people that have become very special to me,” he said standing beside Brianna. “This is Brianna, better known as Bree, a hard task master . . . and my cousin.”

“Harry?” Hermione questioned, “but Brianna is elven.”

“My . . . she is the smart one cousin,” Bree teased.

“Ron . . . Hermione,” Harry started, then took the glamour off, “so am I,” he grinned.

“It’s about time you found out,” Remus smirked.

“You knew?” Harry asked.

“I knew Lily was elven, as did Severus here. She was an amazing woman Harry. She only told the ones closest to her,” Remus said. “Plus . . . back in third year I could tell you were part elf by your scent.”

“So why didn’t you tell me?” Harry asked, feeling a little bit betrayed.

“I was sworn to secrecy Harry from Lily. I tried to tell you a few times, but Lily was a smart witch, as she was an elf. We could not say anything,”

Kyrian came to Harry’s side, seeing his body tense. “Haden, it had to be done,” he reassured him.

“I know,” Harry sighed, then smiled up at his grandfather. “Everyone, I’d like you to also meet my grandfather Lord Kyrian of Silvenwind.”

“Lord? Haden?” Hermione asked, and then noticed the royal pin on Kyrian’s robes. “Then that would make you a. . . . ”

“Prince,” Brianna interrupted, smirking at them.

“And Haden?” Ron asked.

“That was the name my mother gave me when I was born, but it was changed when they had died and I was placed with the Dursley’s,” Harry replied, “just like mum’s was when she went to live with the Evan’s.”

“Merlin, something else for Potter to get preferential treatment,” Severus sneered.

“Now what just . . . ” Harry began.

“Harry,” Dumbledore interrupted.

“I didn’t ask for any kind of special treatment,” Harry angrily said.

“There will be a few changes to Harry’s last year here, but he should be treated no different,” Dumbledore said. “If anything it will be harder on him.”

“How so?” Ron asked.

“Harry will be taking extra lessons on top of the lessons he’s taking already,” Dumbldore said, handing Harry his revised schedule of classes.

“He does have several years of elven lessons to catch up on . . . not to mention his continual training with weaponry,” Brianna said looking at the schedule over Harry’s shoulder.

“But Harry . . . when will you be sleeping,” Hermione asked also looking at the parchment.

“And what about Quidditch?” Ron asked, not seeing any time for that.

Harry looked to Brianna. “I’ll see what I can do,” she smiled.

“I gotta have some fun Bree,” Harry grinned, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“Also, Harry will be given his own rooms near the dungeons with a training room connected to it,” Dumbledore stated, then held up his hand when Severus was about to speak out. “He will be coming and going at all hours, in and out of the school. This is for the best as he won’t be disturbing other student’s when he comes in.”

“But Headmaster . . . the dungeons?” Severus protested. “My students will not welcome him.”

“Harry will have his own entrance from the main floor of the castle to his rooms. There’s no need for the other students to know that he’s so nearby,” Dumbledore said.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, then a dark head of hair peaking his head in. “Uh . . . hello Professors. I was just looking for Professor Snape,” Blaise said coming into the room. “You weren’t in the dungeons so I thought I’d take the chance you were up here. We were to meet today to discuss me tutoring some of the younger years . . . weren’t we?”

“Yes. Yes we were Mister Zabini,” Severus said. “Was that all then Headmaster?” He asked as he stood up.

“Yes, I believe so Severus,” Dumbledore smiled, “we’ll talk later.”

Blaise looked around the room, his eyes falling to Harry. “Potter,” he sneered, his eyes smirking to belie the sneer.

“Zabini,” Harry replied, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Come then Zabini,” Severus said.

“What’s with them?” Blaise asked. “Some kind of Gryffindork meeting?” He asked as they were going down the spiraled stairs.

Brianna and Harry exchanged looks, then burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ron asked.

“Blaise,” Harry laughed, “is an idiot.”

“And your cousin,” Bree added.

“Your cousin?” Hermione asked.

“He’s been keeping an eye out for me,” Harry said. “That information is to not leave this room. He’s been giving us information on the Slytherin’s and Voldemort for quite a few years now.”

“Any other relatives here Harry?” Ron asked, trying to take all this in.

“No. There’s no other elven people here,” Remus said, then touched his nose, “I’d smell them.”

“Does Snape know?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Remus replied.

Harry looked around the room at his friends. “You guys better sit down. I need to tell you something else. If afterwards, you want nothing to do with me . . . I’ll understand. It will hurt, but I will understand.”

“Harry, whatever you need to tell us, it won’t change our friendship. I know we’re not as close as we were, but you are still our friend,” Hermione reassured.

“Thanks ‘Mione,” Harry said, then sat down across from them. “It all started over the summer when Bree came to get me......”

As Harry told of the first life-changing month, they sat in silence with Brianna putting the occasional input in. When it came to his birthday, he stood up. “You think being an elf would be monumental in my life, but on my birthday, I had another heritage bestowed upon me. Oh . . . and thanks for the gifts by the way. They were brilliant,” he grinned.

“Harry . . . you were saying?” Ron prompted.

“Yes,” Harry smiled, “I’ll show you first, and then I’ll explain.” He stepped more into the open floor, then took his robe and shirt off in front of them.

“You have been busy,” Hermione said looking at the defined muscle tone on his upper body.

Harry just smiled, then looked down to the floor as he willed out his fangs and wings. He then looked up, giving a toothy smile to the group. “Did you smell that Remus?” He grinned.

“No, I didn’t,” Remus said coming closer.

“Mum put some powerful charms on me when I was born. Another vampire wouldn’t even be able to sense me,” Harry said extending his wings out.

“Do you have to drink blood? And how are you supposed to play quidditch in the sunlight? Can you actually fly?” Ron questioned.

“Yes, I do need to drink blood, but I won’t be mental about it. I need to have a good feed at least once a week, if not more if I feel strained or weakened. I do not need to kill to feed either,” Harry smiled. “As for the sunlight . . . I’m okay with it. I’m a daywalker. On really sunny days, the sun bothers me, but sunglasses help. And yes, I can fly,” Harry grinned.

“Wicked,” Ron exclaimed coming over to feel the black wings.

“Why did Professor Snape need to leave?” McGonagall asked.

“I don’t want him to find out yet,” Harry replied, retracting his fangs, then his wings. “I don’t think he’ll take it well,” he sighed, putting his shirt back on.

“Why not?” Hermione asked.

“Because he would find out The-Boy-Who-Lived, the bane of his existence is actually his brother,” Harry quietly said.

“But Lily would never . . . ” Remus began.

“Mum loved James very much, but I was conceived when she was raped during a death-eater raid. Severus actually saved Mum from being killed or turned by his father,” Harry said. He looked to the shocked expression on Remus’s face. “Remus, please don’t hate me for not being James’s son,” he softly pleaded.

“Oh gods, Harry,” Remus said looking at him with tears in his eyes, “I could never hate you. Lily was one of my best friends.” He wrapped his arms around Harry. “You are still the closest thing to family for me, Harry. This doesn’t change anything.”

“You being a werewolf won’t make you hate the vampire in me?” Harry asked.

“No. There have been many conflicts between vampires and werewolves over the centuries, but our species’ have learned to accept one another,” Remus smiled.

Harry,” Ron said placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “if you need a donor, I’ll be there for you.”

Harry turned to face him. “You’d do that?” He asked surprised at the offer.

“Yeah,” Ron shrugged, “you’re my best friend . . . a brother to me.”

“Me too, Harry,” Hermione grinned. “Do you have others?”

“Yes. There’s Blaise, pretty much all of my family, Ash, and Rider.”

“Ash? Rider?” Remus asked.

“Friends and instructors,” Harry replied off handedly.

Brianna crossed her arms and shook her head in amusement. “Good friends,” she smirked.

“Okay then,” Harry grinned, diverting the others from his cousin’s remark. “Should we go to Diagon Alley?”

“I’d like to take you somewhere I know by my place Harry for some other shopping,” Brianna said. “You two are welcome to come tonight if you’d like,” she added looking to Ron and Hermione.

“Bree owns a club in muggle London,” Harry said. “I’ll be staying with her for the few days before we come back here.”



While Harry and Brianna said their farewells to their grandfather, Hermione and Ron floo-called their parents to get permission to spend the night with some of Harry’s family. The four of them then flooed to the Leaky Cauldron where they then proceeded to shop the rest of the day. Brianna had just as much bags as the other three, mostly with the Flourish and Blotts logo on them, filled with new and dusty ancient books. Brianna and Harry had left Hermione and Ron for a bit while they slipped over to Knockturn Alley, checking and purchasing some battle gear. They met up with the other two for dinner at the Leaky Cauldron where Harry went into more detail of what happened to him over the summer.

Once they were all done eating, Brianna led them to the large fireplace. She grasped a handful of the glittery powder and threw it down to the floor of the hearth. “Pandora,” she said clearly for the others to hear.

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