Dinaer

AN- OH MY GOD! Writer's Block is the bane of my existence!! I have been dying I swear. Every night I would open up the word processor and just stare at the page for an hour before sighing and closing it, unchanged. I'm still a little unhappy with this chapter, and it's terribly short, but I had to give you all something before I had a torch and pitchfork clad mob outside my window. I hate to leave you all waiting so long, and I am soooo sorry.
So I have to agree with all of you, I love a dominant Harry. Don't get me wrong, dominant Draco is nice now and then, but I never read enough of Harry on top. He is just too powerful of a wizard to always be so compliant. However, I have to say, whenever he's paired with Severus I like him submissive. I can't see ANYONE topping Snape. He's just such a dominating character. I wouldn't mind being dominated by Snape... Oops, going off into errant fanatsies. Anywho. A little bit of plot developtment. Next chapter. The welcoming feast! Whooo's excited!!??

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It was much too late to be pacing the corridors of the dungeons, but that was exactly what Harry was doing. He was internally debating going and talking to his father but he wasn't sure he wanted to risk waking up the temperamental man. He wasn't quite sure why he was awake to begin with. He and Draco had just fallen asleep in each other's arms, Harry feeling more content than he had in quite some time, when his pleasant dreams of fair haired Slytherins had slipped into something much darker.

He found himself standing inside the main chamber of the Dark Lord's castle, where most of the Death Eater meetings took place. He watched as one of Voldemort's loyal followers bowed before his throne, kissing the hem of his robes. What startled him, however, was that Voldemort didn't look like his usual unnatural self. Harry, realizing that this was just a very detailed dream and not a vision, stepped closer to the throne to get a better look. He was shocked to discover that Voldemort was an older version of the man he'd met second year. Just as devastatingly handsome, if a little bit more worn and ragged.

Harry watched as Riddle instructed the person to rise, and he was slightly thrown off to discover that the Death Eater was a woman. 'I bet it's that nut job Bellatrix' Harry thought, moving to face the woman in an attempt to find out.

"Where is your counterpart? You are hardly ever apart, am I correct?" Riddle asked her.

"He is sick my Lord," her voice was slightly familiar to Harry, but he couldn't quite recall it.

"Ahh, pity. I had hoped to speak with my alchemist today, but I'm sure I can rely on you to pass along the message."

"Yes my Lord." She spoke, bowing her masked face slightly.

"Tell him to meet with Lucius, I have a project for them. Lucius has the details already."

"Yes my Lord." Just then Nagini slid up next to the throne, hissing something to her Master. Harry strained to understand their conversation but the words sounded far away to his ears no matter how close he got. Riddle glanced up sharply at the woman.

"Interesting..." He spoke, his eyes narrowed. "How long did you plan to keep this pregnancy a secret from me?"

The woman looked up sharply, body tensed, her hands moving to her stomach protectively. "I only just found out my Lord, I had hoped to tell the father first."

"You should always tell me these things. Why, Narcissa just announced her own pregnancy did she not?"

"Yes my Lord, I'm sorry for not informing you straight away."

"It is forgiven. But only because you are one of my most loyal. Do not betray me again, Lily." His voice darkened with intent.

"Yes my Lord."

Harry had awoken in a sweat, sitting straight up, his mind reeling. Lily? He heard Draco whine at the loss of Harry's arms around him before getting comfortable again and falling back to sleep. Harry pressed a kiss to the blond's forehead before climbing out of bed. He wasn't sure where he was going until he stood outside of his father's door.

He paced before the door, lost in thought. Could his mother have been a Death Eater? Her letter had said that she'd led a life of "dark magic and destruction", is that what she'd meant? But how could his mother have ever been a Death Eater! Harry continued his pacing, his mind a flurry of thoughts when suddenly the door opened. Harry stopped to look at his father, wearing only his pajama pants. While Harry would have found that alone slightly funny, what caught his attention were the dark black wings framing his slender body. In the light spilling from the door Harry could see they were just as large as his, but the color slightly different. While his were so black as to almost appear blue, his father's black appendages gleaned emerald, like gasoline on water. When he shifted the colors shimmered in an almost dizzying effect.

"Harry?" He spoke hesitantly, not quite sure why his son was standing in the dark corridor.

"How'd you know I was out here?" Harry had made sure to keep his mind closed to both men in the dungeons, not wanting to trouble either of them with his worries.

"I can feel your distress. What's wrong?"

"I had a dream..." he started.

"A vision? Was it the Dark Lord?"

"No, no. A regular dream, at least I think." His father gave him a questioning glance before stepping back, allowing Harry entrance.

"Come in then."

They walked into the living room together and Harry sat down while his father summoned a tea cart. They had settled onto the couch and Harry was just about to speak when a soft timid voice called out, "Severus?"

Harry looked at his father in shock, who only shook his head before he called called back, "Tula sinome, Melamin." Harry looked at his father quizzically. He recognized the language as Elvish, he couldn't help but hear it after being around the elder Dinaer the past few days, but he didn't know what it meant.

Just then a young woman entered the room. She was beautiful, her pale ivory skin framed by straight blond hair that hung to her waist. She looked at Harry and he could see her soft blue eyes. Harry half expected them to start twinkling for they rivaled the Headmaster's in clarity. When she raised a slender hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, Harry saw the sightly pointed tips. 'So she's an elf,' Harry thought to himself, his mind still guarded against his father. 'That still doesn't explain why she's here.'

Harry watched as his father reached for her hand, pulling her to sit next to him on the couch. Their hands stayed clasped as his father said "Harry, this is Elenya. Elenya, my son Harry." Her eyes got bright and she glanced at the two men.

"This is your son!" She said excitedly. She spoke with a breathy musical accent Harry had never heard before, but he felt as if he never wanted the woman to stop talking. "Cormamin lindua ele lle Harry, I have been waiting to meet you!"

"Umm..." Harry trailed.

"He doesn't understand you, Elenya." His father spoke for him.

"Oh! Yes I forgot," she giggled. "When I found out Severus had a son I couldn't wait to meet you, but you know Sev, he had to be all cautious and make me wait. The man is a Naugrim, stubborn as a mule." She smiled and Harry couldn't help but smile with her, despite not understanding a word she was saying. When Harry had first spoken with his father about Mates, he had been concerned about the older man. To spend everyday of his life in pain over the loss of your one true love would be enough to drive any man crazy.

"You said you had a dream Harry?" His father spoke, giving the giggling elf a stern look, which only caused her to giggle more and kiss him on the cheek, much to Harry's amusement.

"Yes, it was... disturbing, to say the least." At his father's questioning glance he told them both of his dream, not leaving out any detail. When he finished his father's face was pale, he must have been holding onto Elenya's hand too tightly, because she made a soft gasping noise before disentangling their fingers to rub his back instead. Harry worried his bottom lip as he watch the two seated across from him. His father still hadn't spoken when Elenya said "Melamin, talk to us. Speak to your son Severus."

Severus shook his head as if to bring himself out of his memories. He looked at Elenya pleadingly, who nodded and said "I'll just leave you two to talk. It was wonderful meeting you, Harry." She smiled at him gently and left through the door she had entered. Harry watched her go before looking back at his father.

"She seems nice."

"Elenya is very nice. I don't know what I'd do without her," his voice sounded faraway, he seemed to still be lost in thought.

"You, um, love her?" Harry pried hesitantly.

That seemed to pull his father from his daze because he looked up sharply. "What? Oh, yes, of course. It's not like with your mother mind you, but Elenya's been with me for years. She lives here on and off, so I'm sure you'll be seeing more of her."

Harry nodded, he'd never met an elf before, and couldn't help being curious as to what she was like. Especially one who was in love with his father, Harry chuckled darkly.

"Now about your dream," His father started. "I don't think it was a dream at all."

"You think it was a vision? From Voldemort?"

"Yes."

"Why would I see that? It's not even real. Right?"

"What did your mother say to you about herself and I in the letter you received on your birthday?"

"She didn't even mention your name. She said she fell in love with someone she shouldn't," his father smirked at that. "And that they led a life of "dark magic and destruction."

"Well both of those things are true. Harry, " he looked directly into Harry's emerald eyes. "Your mother and I were Death Eaters together."

Harry noticed the stinging pain in the palm of his hand before he realized it was his own finger nails digging into the flesh. A low keening noise escaped his throat as he fought to hold back his tears. 'Why is everything I've ever been told a lie?' He tried to keep the though to himself but he knew that his father heard it when the older wizard's hand found his.

"I don't know Harry. No one has ever been fair to you, and for that I'm so sorry." Harry looked up into glittering black eyes and nodded dumbly.

"Tell me everything." He whispered. His father looked at him for a second longer before nodding.

"Your mother and I were never friends at Hogwarts. She was best friends with Sirius Black, whom I'm sure you know, I did not get along with. I left school to become a Death Eater and although I did not know it, she did also. When I asked her about it later, she told me she hated being Muggleborn. She said that her family made her feel like a freak, that they were scared of her." Harry could easily see where his aunt had picked up her attitude towards him.

"We met at a meeting one night. We didn't even know who the other one was, we both had on our masks; but our magics were pushing us together. Before I knew it, she had pushed me into a closet and I had her pinned to the wall." He blushed slightly at his confession. "She pulled off my mask as I pulled off hers and it wasn't until after we kissed that we realized who we were kissing.

"Well, as I've said, I spent about a week denying the bond before we eventually found ourselves back in the same closet. We had been together for a year and four months when she left me." He trailed off, his eyes becoming foggy in remembrance.

"Why would I see that dream though?" Harry broke the silence.

"I don't think it was an accident. He showed you that encounter to throw you off, upset you, and also, to warn me."

"Warn you? How?"

"I asked him before if she had told him why she was leaving me. She was her favorite and he knew more about her than even I did. Her betrayal hurt him almost as much as it did me. It's the reason he killed her and James, and attempted to kill you."

"But how would that be a warning to you?"

"Because all this time, he has known you are my son. He withheld the information from me for seventeen years. Obviously he has learned of my true allegiance and is trying to frighten me. A sort of 'Father-knows-best' lesson."

Harry sighed. It felt as if in only a week's time his entire world had been turned upside down. 'If only someone had told me the truth!' he thought furiously. His entire life had been a lie. He looked at his father, who in turn studied him. His father. Those words alone brought a slight flutter to his stomach. He finally had a father to call his own. It may not have been the person he expected, but it was the most welcome change in his life by far. Before he could rethink it he pushed into his father's arms and hugged the man that had, at one point, been the bane of his existence. They stood like that for some time, not noticing the bright blue eyes that watched them from the bedroom doorway.

Eventually the elder Dinaer led him to the doorway and bid him goodnight. He watched his son walk down the corridor towards his rooms and couldn't help the feelings of pride from welling within him. His son. If only he'd been able to be there for him growing up. 'I promise to be here for him now' he thought gruffly.

He started a little when he felt warm slender arms come around his waist. Closing the door, he turned around to face the blonde elf looking up at him lovingly.

"He looks just like you." Her musical voice always made his heart lighten.

"Yeah, poor kid," he said, drawing her into a tight embrace as she laughed heartily.

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Elvish Phrases-

Tula sinome, Melamin- Come here, my love.

Cormamin lindua ele lle- My heart sings to see thee.

Naugrim- Dwarf (Stubborn in nature, like a mild insult or tease)

Melamin- My love.

Elenya- Monday (There is no particular reason her name means monday, I just thought it sounded pretty, haha)

All Elvish is based on the version created by J.R.R. Tolkien. All translations can be found at the grey-company.org. It's a wonderful site if you want to use it in your stories or everyday life, although I'm sure it'd be hard to learn haha.


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