The Lord of The Fae

Chapters 8-15 newly betta’d

It came later that afternoon; he knew he was not going to be able to avoid talking to his godfather for long. He knew a confrontation between him Sirius and Snape was bound to happen, he just wished at had come when he was still cold. Since being engulfed in flames the day before he had found that cold was the last thing his body was probably ever going to feel again. He was charged with something, the world seemed brighter colors deeper. This morning he had looked at Ron and for the first time in weeks he had felt something. Most of it was pain, looking at Ron reminded him too much of Ginny for their not to be.

But a lot of it had just been relief, relief that his friend was alive and still standing by him. However seeing his godfather alive and well and in the presence of one Severus Snape was going to be a conversation full of anger and pain, he wished he could have his cold indifference back. When he had come down from Draco’s room he had run into Hermione and Ron on their way to practice.

That meeting had been awkward, Hermione and Ron had both flinched as if they expected him to lash out at them in a fit or something. Harry had stood their staring at his feet while they stared at theirs. There was a lot to be said between them, to much for words. None of them could seem to find any, what was there to say. Hermione had spoken first.

“Don’t be to mad at Malfoy I hate him as much as you do Harry but I’d welcome Voldemort himself if he brought you back to us.”

This had been met with a round of laughter from both Harry and Ron. Ron and Harry watched each other with wobbling grins on their faces until Harry had rushed forward clasping the red head in a firm hug. His sudden movement caught Ron off guard so for a moment he just sat their unmoving. Then he was laughing, a brilliant smile on his face as he clasped Harry to him. They had broken apart rather abashed at such a display of emotion neither wanting to look the other in the eye. Hermione rolled hers, but a slight smile played on her lips as she blinked away tears.

They had walked into castle library and had spent most of their morning there. Hermione had filled him in on all she knew about what had happened to Sirius sensing that that was what was topmost on his mind right now.

“So you see that’s how he survived and why he was with Snape and Draco” She finished glancing at him inquiringly. Harry nodded, but was not completely satisfied.

“He’s still Sirius right, he can’t have changed that much. And the Sirius I knew would not waltz in with Snape like they were mates! He’d have dragged Snape in by chains!” He said, and he was right he knew he was. Sirius had acted yesterday as if he belonged at Snape’s side and that wasn’t Sirius at all.

“You have to remember Harry,” Hermione advised “That Sirius’s did actually die that night; he just made sure he would be reborn before he did it. He has all his memories from before true but his new self has been raised by Snape, and he’s more dog then man and a dog is loyal to its master. It must be hard for him, part of him is loyal to you but another part feels loyal to Snape. ”

Behind them a door opened, but only Ron noticed, he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Harry’s heated reply. “Then I wish he hadn’t, When he started the rebirth he didn’t think he’d end up with Snape. I bet you if he would have known he wouldn’t have bothered. Why bother having a new life if it means giving up who you are and what you believe in. The old Sirius would have rather died then be in the same room with Snape! Now he tags along after him like a puppy. What he is now isn’t Sirius!”

“I’m sorry you feel that way Harry.”

The sound of Sirius’ voice had Harry and Hermione whipped around to face the Library door where he stood. He was tall, fit and for Harry it was like seeing an image in Snape’s pensive come to life. Sirius looked not much older then Harry himself at nineteen. Some where in his twenties, he was a young man in his prime. Not at all the lanky and sunken adult that he remembered.

He didn’t begrudge him his new health; it was good seeing him with a healthy glow on his cheeks and some life in his eyes. He had missed Sirius so much after his death that it would be a mockery of that grief not to feel some joy now just because of how he looked. However he looked so different it was hard for Harry to believe that this really was Sirius standing before him. He looked like he could be Sirius’ son, not Sirius himself.

“It’s true; I didn’t expect to land in Snape’s room of all places, I tried to orchestrate it to be Dumbledore’s tower but fate, however, intervened I suppose. I’m sorry I have a bond with him. That was inevitable, something I hope one day you’ll understand.” Sirius said.

Harry looked at the older man with trepidation. He wanted to be happy that Sirius was alive, and part of him was. But another part insisted that he had lost his godfather and it would be better if he had stayed lost. “Your not you though. The man I called friend and godfather would not have bonded with Snape no matter what!”

Sirius flinched, a flash of hurt in his eyes. He stared at Harry, and Harry felt a slight chill as his godfather’s eyes flashed blue for a moment. Then he spoke in a determined and slightly sad voice.

“I thought you knew me, and I thought I knew you better. You know if it had been you Harry that had died, I wouldn’t have cared if you came back bonded to Malfoy! If it meant you were alive I couldn’t bring myself to care.” With those stinging words he departed as quickly and silently as he had come.

Harry stared after him, a hollow place deepening inside him, when Sirius had died; it was like a hole had been torn inside his heart. He had been desperate enough to hope that Sirius would come back as a ghost. And he wouldn’t have minded either that he would have been different. So why was he resentful now? Sirius was alive and whole and he remembered Harry. He could even touch him without going through him, and could enjoy food and life. He had his godfather back and in better condition then before and he rejected it.

Harry leapt from his seat racing for the library door, throwing it open seeing that Sirius was halfway down the hall he called after him.

“Sirius Wait!”

Sirius stopped and turned. Harry walked forward resisting the urge to run into his arms like a child. When he reached him he stood facing him biting back the emotion that was gathering in his throat threatening choke him with it.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that he killed Dumbledore and I may be mad at that meddling old man for hiding things from me but me…I loved him. He was the first person to care about me. And Snape killed him; he took him away from me. And seeing him with you, it’s just hard. But your right if it means having you back I don’t mind you working with him. I can live with that, having you here means a lot more to me then discomfort.” He said gulping back tears, he was acting like a baby and he knew it but he couldn’t stop the tears. They where pouring down his cheeks and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Sirius didn’t say a word just clasped Harry to him in a tight hug, holding back his own tears. Both of them turned around in surprise at the sound of Snape’s icy voice.

“Well isn’t that nice of you, Potter. He betrays you and because he cheats death he gets your forgiveness. I always thought you thought of yourself as some sort of God, you have proved me wrong. Most deities don’t play favorites with forgiveness.”

Sirius flinched, and Harry balled his fists in frustration. Snape was a sort of parent to Sirius now and having Snape for a father well, Harry would take the Dursley’s any day. He wasn’t going to allow that bastard to do that to Sirius! “Shove it Snape, it’s not his fault he got landed with you. Whatever he feels for you isn’t natural and once I take care of Voldemort; I’ll take care of you! Just like I promised.”

Snape sneered at Harry, and tossed Sirius a heated stare of rage. “To do that you’ll have to work with Draco and I don’t think you’re up to it Potter. Griffendor’s are notorious for saying one thing and meaning another.

“Your being a Jackass Snape.” Sirius snapped through their mental bond. Coal eyes meeting eyes dark as midnight.

“No, we Slytherin’s simply state the truth whether it’s ugly or not.”

“You wouldn’t know truth if it slapped you on the face Snape!”

“The only truth I know is that you are a liar Black, and always have been. When you want a good fuck its “I’ve always wanted you” but when it comes to loosing people’s opinion of you its “well I just happened to land there!” I may be the devil here but at least I don’t change just so people respect me!”

Harry was fuming staring at Snape with blazing eyes, not noticing the emotions playing back and forth between both men. He stepped forward hands braced on hips. “When I promise something I mean it, if I have to chain Malfoy to my side I’ll do it but I’m ending this!”

“If that’s so Potter then you better get to the practice field, Hizen is waiting for us. Our first training session together.”

Draco’s voice was so unexpected Harry jumped a little then turned to glare at the blonde leaning against the wall not to far away. “No need for chains either, I’ve watched Granger and Weasels sessions and I’d like nothing better then my sword in my hands and you begging me for mercy. I’ll teach you how a Fae really fights, never you worry. Unless you’re scared…”

Draco could have sworn those emerald eyes of Potters caught on fire; they blazed so bright with anger at that moment. He could feel the tension rolling off him from a mile away.

Harry gritted his teeth and bit back at him, “Oh I wouldn’t miss it for anything Malfoy, and I’m going to enjoy it when you’re flat on your back with my sword halfway up your arse.”

He had meant that as a taunt and literally, Draco knew that but he got an entirely different image in his mind and suddenly he was flushing and his body was heating and the Dragon in him was roaring. His eyes where charged he knew that; he could feel the heat in the room escalate. He saw Potter shiver and knew he felt it too. He smiled; this was going to be one battle to remember.