FAMILY TIES

Disclaimer: The plot is mine, the potterverse characters you recognize belong solely to one very talented witch J.K. Rowling. Elven and Vampiric characters are mine.


A Draco/Harry Romance. Harry is going through some changes in his life, trying to get used to a family he didn’t know he had, new abilities, and the need to taste the blood of his mate.


Warning: This story is slash, meaning male/male relationships.
Don’t like it. Don’t read. Oh....and HBP never happened. Wrote this before I read it.

Beta: Morgain (chapters one & two), punkababe (all) - Thank you so much for the assistance in fine tuning the story.

Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations and profanity

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Chapter One


The bass was pounding through the club, barely dressed bodies writhing and grinding on the crowded dance floor. The smell of sweat and sex permeating the air. In a far corner booth there were two men in a sexual embrace, oblivious to those around them. The blonde was straddled on top of the dark-haired man’s lap, their mouths latched onto each others as the blonde impaled himself over and over again on the dark-haired man’s cock. The music overriding their moans. “Harry,” the blonde cried out as he grinded down hard, shaking as his climax ripped out of him, his cum splattering on Harry’s bare chest from where his open shirt lay open.

“Jaz,” Harry hissed between his teeth as he came, tight inner walls milking him dry.

Jaz looked down at Harry, smiling before leaning down to place a kiss on the lips. “Not bad for a farewell fuck, hey Harry,” Jaz smirked.

“It had to end sometime, didn’t it? We knew you had to move this year, and we knew that this wasn’t serious,” Harry said wiping his chest and stomach with some paper towels.

“Do you want to have one last dance before you go?” Jaz asked cleaning himself up, then pulling his jeans up over his hips.

“One more, then I should get going.”

They went onto the dance floor where a slower song began to play. Harry loosely wrapped his arms around Jaz’s waist, pulling him close. He happened to glance over Jaz’s shoulder to see that a red head woman was staring at him from the bar. He met her gaze, then turned his back on her, ignoring her. Still feeling eyes on him, he looked over his shoulder, but she was gone. That was the third time in about two weeks that he’s noticed her. On the street, or in the mall . . . okay, but in a gay dance club . . . that was just a bit too coincidental for his state of mind.

Harry liked coming here when he could. Here he was not Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived or the savior of the wizarding world. Here he was just Harry, where he could let loose and be himself, dancing with whoever he wanted, drinking whatever he liked, and shagging whoever was willing. Not even Ron and Hermione knew of how he spent the past few summers, and they were two of his closest and dearest friends. They knew he was gay, but not that he could be voyeuristic about it. This club was popular among the gay community with its erotic dance music, and atmosphere. It was common sight to see couples, and sometimes threesomes, snogging or shagging in the darkened corners or in the bathrooms. It was a place where he could just be him, and he loved it.

The dance with Jaz was over. He kissed the blonde goodbye, then slipped out of the side entrance to walk back to Privet Drive. During his past walks he found that his senses were more alert, more heightened. Last week he had woken up and found that he was able to see perfectly fine without his trademark glasses, if not better than before. What really amazed him was his hearing. He could easily hear the cats howling to each other in between the closely knit houses, a dog scratching from about a block away, or someone lighting a cigarette outside of the back of their houses. He knew that some wizards and witches went through some changes at a certain age, but never heard of someone going through what he now is. He made a mental note to himself to ask Remus Lupin, a family friend and Professor, about it the next day.

When he came to the white picket fence of #4 Privet Drive, his steps slowed as he saw his cousin Dudley sitting on the porch step. Although his cousin had pretty much left him alone since he got home from Hogwarts at the end of his sixth year, he was still wary about approaching the larger teen. He remembered too many times his cousin used him for a human punching bag, or when he and his buddies went ‘Harry hunting’ to torment him.

“‘Bout time you got back,” Dudley quietly said, “have fun at your pouncy club?” He sneered.

“What do you want Dudley?” Harry asked, brushing off the insult.

“Lost my key. Knew you were going to try sneaking back in sometime this morning,” Dudley said.

“And I should help you, why?”

“Because you’re scared of me Potter,” Dudley smirked evilly standing up to face Harry on the bottom step. “And if you don’t I’ll tell mum and dad.”

“Why haven’t you told them already? You had plenty of opportunities. And as for scaring me . . . you no longer pose a threat to me. I fight back now. You are the least of my problems right now,” Harry replied.

“Is that right Potter?” Dudley sneered as he grasped the front of Harry’s shirt in his beefy fist.

“Yes. Now take you hands off me before they grow into hoofs to match the tail that you had removed six years ago,” Harry said, his wand tip at Dudley’s neck.

Dudley reluctantly removed his hand and took a step back. “You can’t do magic outside of the freaky school of yours. You’ll get expelled,” he smiled confidently.

“You really want to take that chance Duddikins?” Harry smirked. He wasn’t going to tell him, or his aunt and uncle that he got permission from the Ministry of Magic to use magic during his holidays, unless it was necessary to do so. They were pretty much ignoring him and he wanted it to stay that way. At the beginning of the holidays, he was given a list of chores to do around the house, like expanding the back deck, re-shingling the roof, and the daily bit of yard work. Not that he minded. The chores helped him forget his pivotal role in the wizarding world, not to mention keeping him tanned and in shape from being outside most of the day.

Harry unlocked the door with a wave of his hand, and slipped inside, leaving Dudley to make his own way in. He was tempted to lock his cousin out and let him deal with his parents the next day, but knew that Dudley would blame him, so why bother. He silently crept his way to his room, stripped down to his boxers and got into bed, drawing the thin sheet over his lower body, and succumbed into a restless slumber.

Sharp clear eyes watched the dark-haired wizard tousling in the tangled sheets, his body glistening with sweat. The stranger got off the desk where she sat and edged closer to the bed as whimpers and moans came from Harry as he slept. The stranger was indecisive as to whether or not to wake him. The decision was made for them, when Harry bolted up in his bed, a cry escaping his parched lips.

“Merlin . . . why can’t I get a full nights sleep,” he mumbled, drawing his knees up to his chest, resting his head on them.

“You need to think of more happy things before you go to sleep Haden,” the stranger spoke up from their cross-legged perch on the desk where they went after Harry suddenly had woken up.

Harry was instantly wide awake, with his wand directed at the stranger. “Who. Are. You?” He asked swinging his legs around to stand up to face them, “and what did you call me?”

“Do you always sleep with your wand under your pillow?” The other smirked, also standing to their feet.

“Yes. Now who are you? And what are you doing in my room?” Harry repeated turning on his bedside lamp. “Wait a minute,” he said, taking a closer look at his guest, “you’re the one that’s been watching me . . . following me,” he realized, then held up his wand higher. “What do you want?”

“I mean you no harm Harry. I am Brianna. You can call me Bree,” she smiled, coming closer to sit on the bed. “I am your cousin. And Haden is your birth name.”

“What?!” Harry exclaimed, “my family is dead . . . all dead,” he added, and then took a closer look at her. There was a slight resemblance to some of the pictures of his mother he noticed as he took in some of her features. His ‘guest’ had short cropped strawberry blonde hair, green eyes that twinkled back at him that were so much like his own. She was about the same height as him and wore some kind of suede pants and a button up shirt that clung to her curves. He looked up again to see her smiling green eyes looking at him, where he then noticed her ears. “But . . . you’re an elf,” he said lowering his wand to sit on the bed facing her.

“Noticed that, did you?” She smirked, “yes, I am elven. As are you.”

“But my mother was a witch . . . a muggle born.”

“She was a witch . . . a very good witch. But what not many knew is that she also had elven blood in her . . . more so than wizarding blood.”

“So why don’t I have the pointy ears?” He asked, sensing that she was telling the truth about him.

“I expect you do, but you have a very powerful glamour charm on you right now,” she replied.

“Why did you come now? And not when I needed family . . . after mum and dad died?” Harry asked irritably.

“We didn’t want any of our enemies to know who you were until you came into some of your powers,” she sighed, “you may have noticed some subtle changes about yourself. Those changes alerted us that you were going through them.”

“We? You said we. Do I have other family?” Harry asked, trying to grasp this new information about his life.

“You have a grandmother, grandfather, aunts, and uncles back at home.”

“So why wasn’t I aware of this?”

“For your own safety,” she replied. “In our land, there are those that oppose our family. Some that want you for their own evil purposes.”

“Great . . . more out to get me,” he sarcastically said, “so why now?”

“You will be going through more changes in the next couple of weeks. There are people at home that will help you through some of them.”

“What kinds of changes?”

“Your hearing and eyesight have already improved, and will get better. Your body will change, and it could be a bit painful.”

“Did you know my mother?” He softly asked.

“I met her briefly when she brought you to us after your birth. I was more or less five years old at the time. That was when the glamour charm was placed on you.”

“Did my father know she was an elf?”

Bree hesitated before answering, standing to her feet again. “If you come with me, you’ll have some answers to some of the questions. We should have already left by now.”

“Just like that?” He asked. “I’m just supposed to trust you. I believe you are family, but how do I know that you’re not the one out to kill me?”

“Yes,” she smiled. “Harry you can trust me . . . I’m your cousin and I would fight till my death to protect you. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you.”

“All right. I must be bloody insane, but I believe you,” Harry sighed. “Am I coming back here?”

“No, so pack everything. Even the things under the floorboard that you keep hidden from the Dursley’s,” she smiled, then shrugged her shoulder mysteriously at Harry’s questioning look.

Harry pulled his trunk from the hall closet and began to pack his meager belongings. He looked over to Bree to see her writing on a piece of parchment that she had found in the desk drawer. She handed it to him quietly. “Is there anything you would like to add?”

He unrolled the parchment to see it was a letter addressed to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore. Brianna had written that it was time for him to return home and that he would be at school at the beginning of the year. “He knew about this?” Harry asked, angry that there were more secrets that were kept from him.

“Yes, Harry, he does know about you,” she said taking the parchment back and attaching it to Hedwig’s leg. “And do not be angry with him Harry, he was spelled to not tell anyone . . . including you. He helped put the protective shields around this house to safeguard you.”

“Anyone else know?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” she shrugged. “We should get going, we were expected a couple of hours ago.”

Brianna looked around the room to make sure there was nothing being left, then reached out for Harry’s hand. “Hang on,” she smirked before the two of them disappeared from the barren bedroom on Privet Drive.

They reappeared in large room, Harry hanging onto Brianna’s arm until the dizzy feeling passed. Once he got his equilibrium back, he looked around the opulent room. The room was rather large and oval shaped with high windows that domed up to the ceiling showing the over bright stars in the blackness of night. At one side of the room stood a large marble fireplace with a couch and several chairs situated around the homey hearth. Several candles lit the room, chasing away the shadows. He looked to his left where large glass doors stood open, letting in a cooling fresh breeze. Also by those doors stood two regal looking elves, looking at the two of them expectantly, the woman clutching the man’s sleeve as they stepped into the room further.

“You’re late Bree,” the woman sternly said, the corner of her mouth lilting up, softening the reprimand.

“Your pardons, your highness,” Brianna replied, bowing her head respectively, her smile widening when the man wrapped his arms around her. “Easy there pops,” she laughed.

Harry stood uncertainly with his hands in his front jean pockets, observing the easy comfortable relationship among the three of them. The woman came forward. “Haden, I’ve waited so long to meet you,” she softly said as she brushed the hair from the side of his face. She saw the questioning look on his face and smiled warmly at him. “I’m sorry. You are probably wondering who I am. I am your grandmother Gabrielle, and this,” she tugged on the man’s sleeve to have him come closer, “is your grandfather Kyrian.”

“Grandmother? Grandfather? Haden?” Harry softly said looking to the two. “Why . . . ”

“Come and sit Harry. We’ll explain some things to you,” she kindly said leading them in front of the fireplace.

Harry sat dazed beside Bree, looking at the older elves sitting across from him. “Why don’t I look elven?” He asked.

“Our family is an old family Harry. Many races, as well as our own unfortunately have tried to destroy us. When your mother was younger, she was sent to live among non-magical people . . . muggles as the wizards call them. It was for her own safety and was one of the hardest things we had to do. Her elven heritage was well concealed, but her magic blossomed when she was sent to Hogwarts,” Kyrian said.

“Was her heritage hidden from her also?” Harry asked.

“ No, it was evident for all to see, until an attempt on her life when she first started Hogwarts,” Gabrielle softly said.

“Why would someone try to kill her?” Harry asked.

“Because . . . she is . . . was our granddaughter,” Kyrian replied.

Brianna saw the confusion in Harry’s eyes. “Harry, Grandfather and Grandmother are Lord and Lady of this elven realm,” she grinned, “you dear cousin, are part of the Lord’s royal family.”

“Do I have other family? And what about Petunia? I was told I was safe there with family blood.”

“Harry,” Kyrian said, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Yes, you do have other family. You have two aunts, four uncles, four cousins, which you’ve met one,” he motioned to Brianna, “you also have three second cousins. You will meet them in a couple of days.”

“Petunia is not actually your aunt by blood. The Evans family was the ones that took Lianna into their homes, which was Lily’s elven name here. The wards around Privet Drive were placed by Professor Dumbledore and myself. The blood protection is still there, but from me instead of Petunia. We have been keeping tabs on you over the years Harry,” Kyrian added.

“So why didn’t anyone come when I was almost killed every bloody year at Hogwarts?” He calmly asked. “Did you know the Dursley’s treated me like a slave . . . that I slept in a cupboard under the stairs until my second year at Hogwart’s . . . that I was Dudley’s personal punching bag for years?” He stated, his fists clenched at his sides. “Did you know that I have a power hungry, deranged dark wizard trying to kill me?”

Brianna placed her hand on Harry’s back, “Harry, you don’t understand . . . ”

“Understand?!” Harry exclaimed shrugging her hand off his back. “Do you honestly think I was going to welcome this . . . you with open arms? It’s just one more thing for me to deal with. One more thing for people to think of me as a freak.”

“Harry,” Kyrian said coming to sit beside him. “We did not realize that the Dursley’s treated you that way. The wards around the house were to make sure no one could enter that meant you harm. It was not set up for in the house. For that I am sorry. If we had known, we would have brought you here sooner.”

“And at school?”

“We had a cousin of yours in the school helping you when he could,” Gabrielle said.

“Great! More secrets,” he muttered under his breath.

Gabrielle looked to Kyrian with worry in her eyes, then back to Harry. “Harry. There is much that you will learn in the coming weeks. There will be no more kept from you . . . ”

“That sounds great, but how am I supposed to believe you, or anyone for that matter. My life is a lie. First I’m the boy-who-lived, a boy whose life was not his own . . . next I find out that I’m an elf, have a family, am grandson to a Lord. Merlin . . . what does that make me?” Harry sighed looking at them.

“A Prince,” Brianna smiled.

Harry glared to the elf . . . his cousin, then leaned his head in his hands on his knees, his fingers combing through his hair. “Fuck, I’m tired,” he mumbled to himself.

“Bree, show Harry to his rooms,” Gabrielle softly said. “We’ll talk more when you wake Harry.”

“Yeah . . . sure . . . whatever,” he tiredly said, following Bree out the room, not noticing the worried looks his grandparents shared.

“He’s going to hate us Kyrian,” Gabrielle said as he took her in his arms.



Harry was mentally and physically exhausted, so he did not notice the grandness of the rooms as he passed, or looked out the windows to see the sun set in the horizon, or the other members of the household talking quietly amongst themselves as he walked by. He let Bree lead him to his rooms, to his bed where he heavily sat, his mind in a myriad of emotions.

Bree looked down at her cousin, sorry to see pain and anguish in his body language and eyes. She waved her hand over him for his jeans and ratty sweatshirt to change into loose-fitting pajama bottoms. She then took one of three vials of potions from the bedside table. “Here Harry. These will help,” she quietly said handing it to him.

“What are they?” He sighed.

“The first one is a potion to fade the glamour on yourself. The second is to help the pain during the transformation . . . ”

“Pain?” Harry asked getting his attention.

“Your body structure will be different Harry, and you’ve had the glamour in place almost your whole life. It’s used to it.”

“What if I decide not to drink the potions?”

“You would be just delaying the inevitable,” she shrugged.

Harry nodded, and then downed the first two vials. “And the third?” He asked.

“A dreamless sleep potion.”

“That doesn’t work for me Bree. Believe me, I’ve tried,” he sighed.

“This one will,” she reassured him.

“What if I don’t want to change Bree?” Harry asked as he downed the dreamless sleep potion then lay down. “What if I just want to be me . . . just Harry.”

“You will be you Harry,” she smiled. “Even without these potions you will still change. Just not as easily.”

“Bree,” Harry called out as he opened heavy lidded eyes. “Can you stay . . . just until I fall asleep?” He timidly asked.

“Sure Harry,” Bree warmly smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed. She took his hand in hers and softly caressed the knuckles as he drifted into sleep.

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