A Chance to be Happy

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any associated characters.

Author’s Note: I started this story some years ago but my computer broke I lost contact with my betas yadda yadda so hurray for second chances. Writing is my anti depressant. Of course reviews are always welcome. I love to read about what you think good or bad. But what I’d really like for you to leave in my review box is your favorite song.(I thought I’d try something new)

Warning: Rated NC 17. Pairing M/M/M (Severus Snape/ Harry Potter/ Lucius Malfoy)

A Chance to be Happy


Chapter 1: What’s wrong with me!!!

Privet Drive was a peculiar place, if you didn’t know where you were going it was quite easy to get lost. Not because it was such a big place, that wasn’t it at all; it was because every single house looked exactly the same as the next one. Not one lawn with a single piece of grass out of place all the houses had small well tended to gardens out front and all the driveways had one economy matchbox car, though they varied in color they were still all the same. You see the people on this street prided themselves on being normal and fitting in. They did everything in a boring routine. Get up, have breakfast, go to work, come home… well you get the idea, and they hated anything that went against that.

There was one family that was the worst of them all, the Dursley’s. They lived at #4 Privet Drive and were as boring and normal as you can ever hope to be. But they had a secret to hide one that if it ever got out would ruin their nearly nonexistent lives forever.

To look into their house you’d never know there was another boy living there besides the disgustingly fat beast they called a son. They tried their hardest to ignore his existence unless they were taking turns beating him for the most menial of things.

Today the boy was in the backyard pulling up weeds in his aunt
garden. He had his shirt off muscles glistening in the hot sun. His hair was raven with ebony highlights in the sun and stood up all over the boys head as if he were constantly raking his fingers through it.

It would seem your normal cliché story of a boy in foster care being
mistreated…yes, that’s how it would sound if this boy were anywhere near normal. This was Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived, the savior of the wizarding world, orphaned after a dark wizard killed his parents and left to live with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. The only reason he could survive this time with his ‘family’ was because he was away at boarding school ten months out of the year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to be exact.

Harry was two weeks into his summer holidays after completing his sixth year of schooling and he had already received a fair number of beatings from his ‘dear uncle’.

It was while recovering from one of these beatings that he noticed his magic was acting weird. It would come in powerful bursts or fizzle out completely at the most unpredictable of times and he would feel incredibly drained after each episode. On top of that he noticed he started to get taller and he had way more muscle than he had before he left school, even with playing Quidditch.


And the thing that scared him the most was the fact that since these changes started to occur he had been having dreams…wet dreams…not just the dreams normal sixteen year old boys were notorious for but these dreams were about men. Two men, he could never see their faces clearly but he knew one had fair skin and hair that was so blond it was almost white and it was long and flowing and he could just tell that that hair would be near orgasmic to touch. The other man was the same yet nearly the opposite of the other man in every way. He was pale but in way that spoke of not enough sunlight, instead of the natural fairness of the other man, his hair was shorter too reaching just above the man’s’ shoulders and at first glance looked greasy. Both men were tall and possessed lithe bodies. Harry could never really recall who the men were after he woke up but he carried around a deep sense of being loved and wanted whenever he woke.

Not knowing what was going on he contacted Albus Dumbledore, his mentor and a man he considered the closest thing to a grandfather he’d ever get. Harry told him about everything but the dreams and awaited his reply. That night Harry got his answer Albus was coming to take him away to Hogwarts. Back to the only place he had ever called home.

The next morning Harry was up before sunrise packing his trunk as quietly as possible of course not to wake his uncle or he would receive another beating. Finished packing hours before Dumbledore would arrive Harry was left with nothing to do but sit on his pathetic excuse for a bed his uncle had given him from the garage; it was more like an army cot. Having nothing to do he drifted off to sleep once more only to have be woken by the sounds of his enraged uncle talking downstairs to someone at the door.

“Who the bloody hell are you and what do you want??!!!”


That’s when Harry heard what he thought were the greatest words in the English language. “I am Albus Dumbldore, Headmaster at Hogwarts and I’ve come for Harry.”


Harry looked down the stairs and into the twinkling blue eyes of his surrogate grandfather and flashed him a brilliant smile and dashed into his room for his trunk, already having released his owl Hedwig and shrunk her cage. Before he could get all the way down the hallway he was stopped by his uncle whose face was as purple as he had ever seen it.

He was pushed hard up against the wall with his uncle’s fat hands cutting off his air and his rank breath in his face. “You listen to me and you listen to me good boy. I don’t ever want to see you or your freaky kind near my house ever again you are no longer welcome here. Do you understand?” His uncle said tightening is hands around his neck. “Yes uncle Vernon” Harry said as best he could with his air supply being cut off and all.


Tears welling in his eyes, even though he didn’t much care for his uncle it still hurt that his only family didn’t love him. Quickly wiping the tears from his eyes before going downstairs to meet the headmaster.

“Ah Harry my dear boy, it’s good to see you again. How have you been?” asked the Headmaster.

“Fine, sir.” Harry said with his head down to hide the shame because he felt that he was so worthless not even his own family loved him. “Well then if you have your trunk then we’ll be off.” “Yes sir.” And with a flick of his wrist Dumbledore said the incantation that took them to the gates of Hogwarts.


And a whole new adventure for our hero.

Chapter 2: No More Secrets

‘Home… I’m home…’

These were the words that were replaying over and over in our hero’s head. Looking up through his bangs was a sight it felt like he had been waiting an eternity to see.


Harry stood on an old well worn path that led to the gates of the school.

THIS place was truly home. This was where he had spent the most important years of his life, met his first friends …as well as enemies, and had more adventures than anyone his age could possibly hope to have outside reading a book.

The-Boy-Who-Lived stood reminiscing like this when a firm hand landed on his shoulder, startling him out of his daydreaming.

“I believe it’s time that you and I had a long overdue talk Harry.”

“Yes sir.” Harry visibly swallowed although it was difficult to get around the lump or apprehension that was forming quickly in his throat.

Harry had failed to notice that since the Headmaster’s arrival to Privet Drive the usually blinding twinkle was absent from his deep sky blue eyes.

Up they went through the tremendous wrought iron gates and onwards toward the two massive oak doors that had welcomed students into the warmth and peace inside for centuries.


“Follow me Harry. You may leave your things here. They will be taken care of.”

Doing as the Headmaster instructed Harry left his things by the door and proceeded to follow the man whom he had long since considered a type of surrogate grandfather up to his office to hopefully find out what has been happening to him and more importantly, why?

After a somewhat short journey through the castle they stood outside of the stone gargoyle. With a whispered ‘Laffy Taffy’ the statue jumped aside to allow entrance to the revolving staircase that would take them to the Headmaster’s office.


Walking through the doors the Headmaster sat behind his desk and Harry took one of the overstuffed chairs in front of the massive mahogany structure.

“Tea, Harry?”

“No thank you sir.”

“Lemon drop, then?”

“No thank you sir, I’m fine…”

Harry continued with a hesitant, “Sir? If you don’t mind my asking, what’s going on? Why am I changing? Is there something wrong with me?”

“No…no… Harry. It’s nothing like that,” said Dumbledore leaning forward in his chair indicating the importance of what he was about to say.


“Harry…I’ve done a lot of thinking over the summer regarding you and the time you’ve spent here in the school as a student.”


Harry’s eyes widened considerably and he could feel his heartbeat start to rise and manic thoughts began to pour through his mind at a pace almost to fast to keep up with – ‘Am I going to be expelled for all the stuff I did in the past?’ – ‘Why now?’ – ‘I thought all those things were taken care of…’ – ‘They were accidents. I didn’t mean to break the rules.’ – ‘It’s not as if I do this stuff on purpose. Things just seem to happen to me. It’s not my fault’ – ‘Please, please, please don’t kick me out. Hogwarts is all I have.’ – ‘I’ve got no real family. Who would want a freak like me; after all I’m worthless right?’ –‘What if they snap my wand? How will I survive?’


On and on the thoughts went, nearly causing Harry to balance on the razor’s edge of a panic attack until a sage voice broke through the fog that was slowly enveloping his mind.


“No Harry this has nothing to do with your past history… at least not the in the way you think.”


He felt relief wash over him so strongly it was all he could do not to faint.


The emerald eyed teen sat up straight in his chair once again, having slumped down during his recent episode, willing himself not to fidget. He had been through enough talks with the seemingly eccentric wizard enough to know that he would start the explanation when he was ready and not a moment before.

“Harry I’m afraid that in my own misguided, however unintentional, way I have endeavored to shield you from the more gruesome atrocities and heinous acts of this war and at the same time I have tried to instill in you the necessary attributes it will take to carry a burden that admittedly should have never been yours.”

“Ahh…,” cried Harry as he pulled his face into a pained expression with the heel of his hand pressed against his temple.

“Harry… are you all right?” said the Headmaster with concern coloring his words.


“Fine, sir…” and with a charming grin “it’s just that I think I’ve overloaded my brain trying to translate what you just said into English.”

Dumbledore sat back in his seat with wide sparkling eyes and let a a hearty laugh. “Indeed, my boy.” He said through the chuckles. “Why don’t we go to a more comfortable setting, I have a lot to tell you and being comfortable might make it a little easier to take in some of the information.”

Dumbledore stood up and walked around to an ancient looking bookcase and began to whistle the school song and it would seem, to someone who looked but did not observe that the Headmaster was perusing the various titles. However, to Harry who was a self-made master of noticing his surroundings, he noticed the bookcases’ image flicker the tiniest bit before it stilled and appeared as if nothing had happened that is until the Headmaster proceeded to walk headfirst into it.

“Come along my boy there’s nothing to fear for those whom have nothing to hide.”

Harry took a deep breath and plunged into the hidden room that put him at ease so quickly he almost lost his balance. It had a fireplace that was not too big but still managed to fill the room with cozy warmth. The mantle was decorated with various baubles and pictures. In one, much to Harry’s surprise, was a very young very happy and very handsome Severus Snape who looked to be about 17 wearing Slytherin Quidditch robes with the snitch in one hand and a racing broom in the other with an equally young and beautiful grinning Lucius Malfoy who’s arm was slung around his shoulders. Harry made sure to memorize the faces of the two men feeling an intense need to protect and claim them for his own, only in the back of his head was his subconscious putting these faces and features to the men that met him each night in his dreams. Turning his attention back to the room as a whole Harry saw to chocolate leather reclining chairs situated around a small dark mahogany coffee table. There was also a small desk in the corner piled high with scrolls. Other than that, bookcases lined every wall gorged with ancient tomes that seem to call out to Harry to read them, learn their secrets, and use them wisely. All of this sat on a wonderfully plush cream colored carpet.


Startling Harry for what seemed to him the millionth time that day Dumbledore placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder and then motioned towards a chair in the sitting room.

“Sir this is brilliant,” said Harry in awe, sitting across the Headmaster.

“Thank you Harry I took the idea from Severus. You won’t tell him will you?” asked the older man looking at Harry over his half moon glasses with an expression of mock seriousness and a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Your secret is safe with me sir.” Harry rejoined using the same expression Dumbledore used.

Chuckling under his breath and stretching back the wizened old wizard looked at Harry and continued with “Good, good my boy. It does have a remarkable calming effect doesn’t it?”

With a sigh Harry sat back in his chair. “Yes, sir it does. I feel like I can forget all my troubles and for the first time in a long time my mind feels like it’s in order.”

“Really… then we’ll have to see what can be done about getting you one of your own.”

The man child’s head sprung up. “Thank you, sir.” He said reverently unable to believe he would soon have his own place to get lost in without abusive relatives, and sometimes overbearing dorm mates to interfere in his peace.

“No problem my boy, you deserve that and much more now, on to more pressing matters.
As I said before I have forced you to grow up before your time. I have also realized that in keeping things from you, even though I thought I was protecting you was not the best course of action.” Looking straight into the emerald eyes of the wizarding worlds only hope he said “That stops today.”

Harry opened his mouth to make some kind of reply to what his mentor was saying.

“No… please just let me finish, this is hard enough as it is.”

With an audible click Harry’s mouth closed, narrowly missing his tongue.

“Harry the things I am about to tell you are for a fact going to change your life and I understand if after this you want nothing else to do with me then I will of course bow out of your life.”


Harry’s mind was racing to figure out just what the man had to tell him that could change his perception of the man he considered a mentor.

Dumbledore settled further into his chair and looked off into space and began his story.


“Many years ago a little before the time when Grindlewald’s tyranny held precedence over the world, I had a wife, a Beautiful woman by the name of Corrine. She could light up the room with her presence alone and she was kind and gentle, cared about everyone she met and so very understanding. Out of our love was born a daughter. As gorgeous a little girl that has ever graced this world, her name was Caroline. When she was born it was as if my whole exploded and rearranged itself into perfection. We lived happily for many years; my little girl had grown into a dazzling woman and had married with a little boy of her own. I was teaching here at the school until I was called upon to take up the mantle to save this world from the evil that Grindlewald would have it swallowed in. Not many people know it but a lot of wizards know but there were a lot of good men that died to help me save this world. But I guess history chooses to consume them as if their sacrifices meant nothing, I suppose such is the lot of a Slytherin in life, to always be cast as the villain.” This was said with contempt at an unfair world that would condemn good men simply because they didn’t fit into their own biased opinions of what a ‘good’ wizard is. “Anyhow, it was a long fierce battle when he was finally defeated with much loss and suffering to all involved. I thought that surely my obligation was done and I could now live my life as I saw fit in peace with my family. Until…”

“Voldemort…” Harry said barely above a whisper.

“Yes, a new evil had arisen to threaten the peace that we all had fought so hard to bring to this world. This new evil was much more dangerous than Grindlewald, he had no honor. Grindlewald had views and however misguided we believed them to be he stood by them and fought for them although he was not above torture and killing he never took the life of a woman or child and when we fought it was an honest wizards duel with dark magic yes but with no tricks we knew that whoever won it was under their own skill and not through trickery, lies and deceit. Voldemort made it clear to everyone that he would stop at nothing to see his goals accomplished. On his rise to power he saw me as a threat and naturally sought to destroy me. Since he was too weak to do it physically to do it at the time he sought to bring me down mentally.”

Dumbledore heaved a great sigh a continued on. “It was at a family gathering. We were having dinner at my daughter’s house when the attack happened …I was…unprepared. My wife and child were taken from me that night.” A single tear could be seen making its way down the man’s face and into his beard.

With the remembered events the Headmaster lowered his head a moment to collect him self.


A hand reached out and rested on his knee offering him support. He looked up into eyes that poured concern and sadness over his lost family. “I’m so sorry sir.”


“It’s quite alright Harry it wasn’t your fault, but thank you. The time has long since come and gone where I can remember Cara and Corrine with love and joy instead of pain.”

Harry gave a firm nod of his head and Dumbledore took a deep breath to continue.

“All I had left was my grandson who was thankfully off attending Hogwarts and chose to stay behind to spent time with a charming young girl whom he was attempting to woo at the time. Things relatively settled down until about a decade later my grandson had graduated and was settling down with his beautiful new wife and newborn son. Voldemort decided that the piece was not to last and opted to strike again. He killed my grandson and his wife but because she gave her life to protect her son he was unable to kill the child…”

Harry’s eyes began to widen in realization.


Dumbledore looked at Harry with tears in his eyes that had yet to fall. “Yes, Harry. Those were your parents. Your father was the son born to my daughter and you … you Harold James Brian Potter are my great-grandson.”


Harry felt his world spinning madly out of control. With the darkness enclosing his vision he let out a hoarse “I have a family,” before the unconsciousness rushed to claim him.




As he surfaced through the darkness ruling his mind he could feel himself being held. The only thing he could think of was WHY??? He turned his head to look up into the blue eyes that were no longer sparkling with merriment but with tears and profound anguish.

“Why?” came out the chocked whisper. “Why did you leave me to suffer? Why didn’t you check on me? Why wasn’t I good enough?” said so quietly it could barely be heard.

“Oh Harry. My dear, dear Harry no excuse is good enough for what I did to you nothing I can do can ever replace the pain of what you went through in that place but I will tell you this…I was afraid. I was afraid that since I was bordering on the edge of sanity that I would be an unfit guardian. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to care for and love you the way you deserved. And I was afraid that with Voldemort back and all signs pointed to you to be the one to defeat him that the pressure of the press would be too much for you. I was scared I didn’t want you to die Harry I couldn’t lose the only family I had left it would’ve killed me.”

“Did you know what they were doing to me?” another whisper came from the boy that took up a considerable space in his heart.

“No, I didn’t the wards were set only to tell me if you were alive or dead or if the presence of dark magic was around you. It wasn’t until I went to go get you that the wards informed me of what was going on.”

“Why didn’t you do anything?” said the meek voice.

The-Boy-Who-Lived looked up at the mirthless chuckle that came from his grandfather.

“I didn’t do anything then Harry because if I would’ve started in on them I most likely would’ve killed them and although I have no problem going to Azkaban for it I wanted to tell you these things first. I don’t want you to labor under the illusion for one minute that those miserable excuses for muggles will escape punishment.”

Without warning Harry threw himself into the headmaster’s embrace and wrapped his arms around his neck and through his tears of joy looked into the eyes of his grandfather and with a bright smile said, “Does this mean I can call you Papa?”

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Chapter 3
What a Day!
It was a lot to take in. Learning that the Headmaster was your estranged great grandfather on top of everything else that had been revealed that day was enough to make anyone want to volunteer to be put into a magically imposed coma.
*****The rest of the conversation*****

Overwhelmed with emotion at Harrys acceptance Dumbledore took a moment to embrace his grandson and offer up a quick prayer to whatever omnipotent being that saw fit to let him reach this moment in his life.
After the two had released each other from the heartfelt embrace Dumbledore replied,
“I would be honored to have you call me anything you wish Harry. But I must of course ask that you limit it only to the times when we are alone. I don’t want to keep things from you any longer but no one outside of a handful of people knows that you’re my grandson and I don’t want unnecessary attention brought to you because of it.”
“I understand sir,” Harry put his hand up to stall his grandfather when he saw him about to respond.
“I know what you’re going to say. But I want you to also remember that you’ve been ‘Sir’ for the majority of my life and it’s going to take me some time to get used to the idea. But don’t worry granddad” he said with a smirk. ”I’ll get there”
To this Dumbledore let out a hearty chuckle.
Resuming their previous positions before Dumbledores’ earlier revelation the atmosphere took on a somber feel once more.
“Alright then Harry I think it’s time we addressed the reason I came to get you so soon after you wrote me in regards to the changes you’ve gone through.”
“Al- all right sir”
“To be perfectly frank Harry the pureblood propaganda in our world is completely unfounded. It’s just something wizards made up long ago to once again separate themselves from their peers. The rumor that purebloods are the strongest is just that. The truth is unless there is something new is introduced into the blood line the longer the line lives the weaker the magic becomes throughout the generations.”
“So you’re saying that muggle born children are more powerful than the children that have two magical parents?”
“Not necessarily. I’m saying that if a magical blood line is mixed with anything else it provides the perfect opportunity to create magically superior generations. ”
“Okay I think I’m starting to understand. I mean look at Hermione she’s the most brilliant witch of our age and she’s half muggle. But sir…what does this have to do with the changes that I’ve been experiencing?”
“Well as I said there are more than just wizard/muggle pairings. There are also a number of creature/wizard pairings as well as creature /muggle and so on… The point is Harry that you are a descendant of an extremely rare race known as the Ceasuri (pronounced sea-ah-sue-ree) it’s roughly translated as ‘The Fallen Ones’. Not much has been recorded about them and in fact most wizards are brought up to believe the Ceasori are nothing more than a nice bedtime story.”

“How is that no one knows about them? If you’re my grandfather then doesn’t that make you a Cea…Ceas…”
“Ceasuri Harry.”
“Umm yeah a Ceasuri. Aren’t you a Ceasuri too?”
“Well yes Harry I am a descendant of the Ceasuri . The only things I can tell you for sure is that the Ceasuri blood manifests itself differently in each person. When my blood matured it came in the form of being a seer. I could see the outcomes of every choice I made. Unfortunately it came to later than I would’ve liked…” Dumbledores eyes became glassy and he looked away.
“Papa?”
“Forgive me Harry” he said clearing his throat that had become tight with the remembrance of a painful past. “ What was I saying?..ah yes. Your fathers blood manifested itself in the form of charisma I guess you could call it. He had a way about him that called people to him. He could get anyone to follow him no matter how old or magically mature he could mold everyone around him to his will. I don’t yet know how your blood will manifest itself Harry.”
“What about my body? Why is it changing?”
“Your body is changing because soon you will reach your magical majority. This is perfectly normal and happens to all witches and wizards when they come of age. Your body is changing to be able to accept the new influx of magic you’ll soon be getting. I think that the reason you’ve changed so much is that your Ceasuri blood is somehow magnifying the changes you’re going through. Now Harry in your letter you spoke of how your magic would feel like it came in a surge and then fizzle out like a candle wick. Is that right?”
“Yeah. I’d always feel so drained afterwards . It’s strange.” Harry said rubbing his head with the palm of his hand.
“I need you to try and explain how it felt Harry.” replied Albus as he leaned forward to get a better look at his grandson
“Okay. It’s like my magic is like a raging river but before it can get to me it’s blocked by a giant impenetrable wall. And there’s no way around it or over it. And then the magic that’s already inside of me seems like water in a cup pushing and pulling against itself until it all splashes out over the edge of the cup leaving me empty inside. Ugh!!!” he cried. Throwing his hands up in despair falling back to slouch on the sofa looking up at the ceiling. “I know none of this makes sense Sir but that’s the best way I can explain it.” He said turning to face his grandfather.
“No Harry. I think I know what’s going on and I think I might even know how to help you but I need you to be completely honest with me about what I am going to ask you next.”
With those words left hanging in the air Harry’s hands started to sweat and his heart began to pound in his chest.
“O-okay” he replied
“Harry have you been having any dreams to go along with the rest of the changes that your body has been going through?”
The bomb had dropped. What was he supposed to do now? Tell his estranged grandfather that he was having wet dreams about not one but two people and if that wasn’t deprived enough they were grown men!
With all the famed courage of his house Harry took a deep breath and took the plunge.
“Ivebeenhavingdreamsabouttwomenthatcomeintomyroomatnighttohavesexwithme” was mumbled out from under the hands he used to cover his face and hide his embarrassment.
Dumbledore chuckled. “I know this is hard for you Harry but maybe I can help.”
At this Harry peeked from under his hands looking at his grandfather with curious round green almond shaped eyes.
“Are these dreams sexual in nature?” with a nod from his grandson he continued.
“Do you have more than one partner?” the nod was repeated.
“Harry those dreams are telling you who your mates are.” At this Harrys head shot up “Mates?” he squeeked “I have mates?” But in his heart he felt something settle into place at the rightness of having that confirmed. He felt the same thing each time his mates visited him in his dreams.
“Yes Harry you have mates. People that carry Ceasuri blood dream about their mates who they are and how many they will have. I have heard tale that a Ceasuri can have up to six mates.”
“Six?!,” Harry interrupted “Why would a person need six mates?”
“Well Harry the mates of a Cesuri are there to 1: complete the Cesuri. Where you are weak they will be strong. When you are hurt they will care for you. When you cannot defend yourself they will do so for you. And the same goes vice versa. 2: and I assume this is the reason for so many is that they act as conduits for your magic. Due to the harsh environment in which you were raised your body has suffered and cannot accept the entirety of your magic which is why you have that feeling of a river being blocked by a wall. Yes your body has developed very rapidly over a short period of time but I think that the amount of magic you will soon wield your body is unable to handle it all. Your mates will act as a type of storage for all the magic that your body can’t handle. To only have two mates they must be very powerful Harry. I must admit I am curious as to their identities.”
Harry sat in shock.
“There is something else I need to tell you Harry. Your body is not ready to accept the full force of your magic. If you have not found your soul mates and consummated your union by your 17th birthday the influx of magic will kill you.”

As he was slipping into unconsciousness Harry absently wondered if passing out was going to become a habit.