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It was a large, dilapidated building that looked as if it was close to collapsing at any moment. It was old, crumbling and smelly. For one Severus Snape it brought back fond memories of finally finding a home. Adderstrike, a collection of abused peoples from all walks of life. Wizard, Muggle, Squib, and even a few magical creatures here and there. Adderstrike was Severus's home for a long time while he was going to Hogwarts, and they had trained him in the arts of Potions and spying. It was here in this old dilapidated crap hole that he had become the man he was with the skills he needed to stay alive. All children, no matter the age, was trained well by the Adderstrike 'elders' and was ruled by a 'King' who was always young and healthy, and always magical. The King was always chosen by 'The Father' or rather, the previous King, to make sure that the King in command of Adderstrike was always fair and compassionate.
When Snape was a child, the King had been Roland. He wondered how the man was now? He was certain to be old, but was he a Father? Or a much revered Grandfather? Or was he dead? Sev would know soon enough. No one speaks when we go in. and do not meet the King's eyes. He will take it as a challenge to his position and he WILL immediately attempt, and probably succeed, to kill you. Snape warned, his voice calm. He himself was safe, he was Adderstrike, and many of the others in the building would recognize him and know that he was one of them. Once an Adderstrike, always and forever, and they looked out for their own. Betrayal was never an issue, loyalty to Adderstrike was like loyalty to a much loved father. He stepped forward and knocked on the door, grimacing as it nearly crumbled under his fist. The door was snapped open immediately and on the other side was a gone toting teenager.
What chu want?! the boy demanded, fingering the handle of his pistol, Snape setting his hand over his heart and bowing to the boy. The Strike of the Adder is Swift... that startled the boy and then he grinned, revealing rotted and broken teeth.
The Fangs of the Adder are sharp. the boy nearly purred. the Venom of the Adder is Pure Snape stated all shall fall before the might of the Adder. the boy chirped and they both finished together. Surrender to the Adderstrike. Snape smiled at the boy. I wish to meet with The King. I request the services of Adderstrike. the boy nodded.
Your Names? the boy demanded. Snape quickly gave his own name and the names of his companions and informed the boy that they where all Wizards. The boy examined them all and then nodded.
i'll see if he can see you. You will hand over your Wands before entering the building. Including backup wands. You will not be able to apparate, portkey, or 'pop' out of the building once you have entered. he wasn't looking at Snape when he said all of this, but rather the other wizards who where with Snape. Clearly the boy trusted Snape but not the others. Snape easily, and without any hesitation surrendered all three of his wands, along with his emergency portkey and headed inside the building, which didn't look much better than the outside did. It was amazing the place hadn't completely collapsed yet. Only once all the wands where surrendered did a young girl appear, maybe six or seven.
The King will see you now. she informed them, her eyes cold and wary as she studied the strangers, the boy with the rotted teeth leading the way down hallways that led into what once might have been a ballroom or a lobby, depending on what the building had been before the Adderstrike had taken it over. The room was filled with people, many of them talking, others playing with various knives and guns and weapons. Some of the older ones where doing various homework, with wands and without. In the middle of the chaos was a massive throne, a young man lounging in it, his hair messy, as if he'd forgotten to brush it, his skin as pale as moonlight, his eyes as green as emeralds and glowing in the dank dimness... it was the Scar though, that told them all who was before them, and Snape felt his blood freeze.
Harry Potter was the King of Adderstrike.
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'Looks like home'the male thought to himself as he approached the large building. Everything was boarded up since it hadn't been in use in a while, that much was clear. Blake was a tall, thin, and attractive male with jet black hair and stark ocean-blue eyes. An air of confidence surrounded him and yet he was here nevertheless. Blake had been raised by his crack whore mother and the several boyfriends she had who had enjoyed having their fun with him when he couldn't fight back. She wouldn't do anything about it most of the time. Half the time she was asleep and the other half she was too scared of being beaten herself to speak up. When he was eight he was out on the street more often than in his house, well, the apartment they were renting that they could only afford because his mother was sleeping with the land lord.
Around his ninth birthday he had started noticing that things would happen without him meaning to, and happen without any sort of reason. He kept it to himself so he wouldn't be sent to the looney bin. He practiced when he was alone, being able to control some of it. It was the worst when he was fourteen, her current boyfriend deciding that he was going to fuck him after dinner. He fought back, though the man was large and overpowered him easily. His mouth was covered but his thoughts were racing, yelling and screaming, cursing and shouting. All of a sudden he was free, there was nothing on, in, or around him. He looked around and behind him was a small toy that looked like the man. He kept it hidden from everyone, especially his mother though she would die in a few months anyway.
When she was gone he left and kept with a few other teenagers who lived on the streets, hitting puberty and growing stronger, mentally, physically, and magically. There were times he did things and didn't even know how they worked but stopped trying to figure it out, taking it as one good thing that had happened to him and leaving it at that. He and a few mates had broken into a shop to grab some things one night and he had tripped on a shelf, falling into a brick wall but hitting a floor instead. He looked around, freaking out as he found that he was in a different shop completely, gone were the rows of food and replaced by little boxes that seemed to he haphazardly thrown around. He walked through the rows, feeling as if he was moving with purpose towards something unknown. It was dark and empty so he wasn't worried about being caught, stopping in front of one of the shelves and pulling out one of the boxes.
Opening it he found a....stick? He turned it over in his hand, looking for something that would make it significant. He stuck it in his back pocket and opened another, and another, and another. All sticks. It seemed warm in his hands though, so he kept the first one as he ran through the wall again, looking behind him with a look of astonishment and wonder. There was no way he would be telling anybody about any of this. He kept the stick hidden though he kept it on him at all times, messing with it when there was no one around. The things he could do became more concentrated and he could actually direct their energy with it, amazed. The best thing? It could open locked doors. Who needed to break in and set off an alarm when you could just let yourself in and help yourself?
It was a few more years living like this until he met Zach. The man knew what he was and how to help him do more with the stick, or wand as Zach said it was called. He taught him things that let him do so many things. With a few words said correctly he could make people do whatever he wanted, writhe in pain and could even kill them. Zach wouldn't let him use that one, he said it left a trace and people would be able to find him if he used that. Zach became his mentor and his friend, and after a while, his lover. They were running. Blake had no idea who or what they were running from but they were constantly on the move. One day they were caught by a group of hooded figures, one hand coming from the cloak, a shock of green light leaving the wand and Zach fell to the ground.
Blake fell to the ground beside him, tears springing to his eyes. He shot curses around the circle, hitting whatever he could before everything went dark, blurring his sight though he did see a dark, long haired man lift him from the ground and carry him away from Zach's body. He remained silent for a long time, refusing to speak to anyone, especially Snape, as he had introduced himself. Eventually he would acknowledge him but call him a murderer no matter how many times they had explained what he had done. He had been a spy sent to infiltrate the opposition. He had been caught and had killed several members, a bounty being put on his head that anyone would kill him for. It didn't matter to him. He believed the man had loved him. He didn't know he was only being used.
After they had determined he wouldn't be a risk to anyone they decided to take him 'there'. It was the only thing he had been told. He had been blindfolded on the trip there with several others who had been picked off the streets, though much later than him. He had seen many come and go before they had let him leave. Black jeans hugged his legs while above he wore a black shirt and black leather jacket, overall looking like a shadow besides the pale skin of his face and hands. That was about the only part of his skin that hadn't been marked and scarred. At the door he handed over his wand, several guns, knives, a couple home-made bombs and then looked down and his black combat boots. They had a switch so that a blade would shoot out from the toe but decided not to tell them about that, preferring to be able to keep his shoes on.
He heard the male speak to him, though he was barely shorter than him by a few inches, he didn't listen much and acted as if he were superior. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he followed him into the large room. It made sense they would try and fit such a large group somewhere like this. It was very well hidden and they wouldn't have to worry about it being taken because it would be in the run down section of the city they would rather ignore than try to make better. He caught the small movement of Snape as he set eyes on the 'King', guessing that he knew the male somehow. Blake was more interested in the others around him, the weapons they were using and the spells they were casting. He didn't have to worry about meeting his eyes as he wasn't at all interested in what he had to say or why Snape had even brought him here. He was doing just fine on his own, well, before they had killed Zach he had been. Since then he had just been angry and lost.
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Harry smirked as he studied the man in front of him. Severus Snape, Harry had heard stories of this man and his amazing skills at Potions. the 'Grandfather' Roland, had been Snape's personal mentor, and Roland was always telling Harry about Severus Snape. "You may look upon me." Harry promised, his emerald eyes examining Snape intently, the man relaxing just a hair, glad to be trusted even though it had been a long time since he had been there. "Roland speaks often of you, and with great fondness Severus Snape." Severus looked astonished by this and Harry chuckled. "yes, Roland is still alive the old bastard, he'll be here tonight if your still around. now speak of what you wish of me." Harry ordered, Snape swallowing down his hatred of James potter. Harry was even more arrogant than his father, but unlike James, Harry Potter ha EARNED the right to be arrogant. he had been chosen to be King, and that meant Harry was powerful, intelligent, cruel, and kind, everything the Adderstrike King needed to be.
"My Lord, this is Blake." Snape introduced, Harry's eyes flicking over to the antagonistic youth standing next to Snape. "he was with Zach..." there was sudden, still, and complete silence as everyone turned to stare at Snape and Blake, Harry's voice going cold. "what did you just say?" Snape cringed and swallowed thickly. "th...this is..." "never mind." Harry snapped with a wave of his hand, turning cold, angry eyes to the crowd of people all around him. "Leave us!" there was instant movement as everyone left, Harry sighing as he sank into his chair, closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Zach, was a traitor to the Adderstrike." Snape nearly choked on his tongue and he jerked in shock, nearly looking Harry in the eyes to try and find the memory of such a horrid thing. "there is no betraying the Adderstrike! no one would..." "Zach kidnapped, mutilated, defiled, and then slaughtered no less than five of out teenagers, all around the same age, body, and appearance as Blake." Harry stated simply. "he was using them in Dark Rituals, he was attempting to bring the Dark Lord Grindelwald back from the dead." Harry's voice and eyes had gone as cold as steal in the arctic. his eyes flicked to Blake again. "the boy is lucky to be alive..."
"i know. i have tried to explain... i did not know that Zach was Adderstrike..." "of course you didn't, that is the purpose of Adderstrike, to be unseen and unknown. you wish for me to take the boy in?" "yes. he is lost and angry, he needs an outlet and the training you provide could help him in his life." "we do not force, Severus Snape. if Blake wishes to stay, then he can stay and become Family. we will not force him to stay here. like all Adderstrike brothers and sisters he will be free to leave whenever he pleases." "i understand my lord, but here is his best hope. if he stays on his own for too much longer, the Auror's will catch on to him, and they will bind his magic and erase his memories..." "i know what the Aurors do." Harry stated as he stood, approaching Blaise and looking him over before nodding. "Blake, please come with me. i will show you what Adderstrike offers you." Harry promised, turning and leading the way out. "this building is old, but it is stronger than it looks. it's crappy on the outside and on the inside so people who are too nosy for their own good don't think to come in here." Harry explained, opening a door and motioning them inside. it was an elivator. "as i am sure you are aware, you are a Wizard, a person capable of magic. you can do things that most people cannot, but you are not alone in the world with this ability. there is an entire world, along side the normal world, capable of what you, and i, and severus are capable of."
"these people are foolish and stupid, and would seek to use people like you and me. or worse, would seek to seal away the magic that we have, simply because they are afraid of us and our close connection to those who do not have magic. they fear what people might learn from us and our blending of magic and technology. the Adderstrike is a massive collection of people, just like you, who have been used, abused, or abandoned. many people here have Magic, and many people here do not. we work together to create a safe haven for everyone who needs one." the elevator came to a stop and when they stepped out, they where in a crisp, clean hotel like setting. fancy decorations, clean rugs, smooth white walls and the soft scent of food. "this is just one of the many things that Magic is capable of." Harry admitted with a smile as he led the way around. "these are the living areas. the upstairs is a... front, of sorts." Harry admitted. "people expect thieves and assassins to live in squalor, and so we give them that image. when in reality we live very comfortably down below their feet." Snape smiled as he glanced at a door, touching it. "this used to be my room. i shared with Asle and Loan." Harry chuckled a little and opened another door, this one leading into a massive gym complete with boxing ring and exercise equipment.
"we at Adderstrike, work hard to be the best at what we are. every 'hatchling' is assessed to see where their skills, and temperaments lay. some are more suited for theiving, some more suited to killing, some more suited to fighting and gaurding, and some are even best at healing, mixing poisons, or other such things. every person then is trained by out 'elders' senior Adderstrike Family members who have learned from the best, and then become the best. every generation of Adderstrike gets better, stronger, as every new member adds tot he collected knowladge and passes on their skills." Harry turned to Blake. "Adderstrike is for life, it is a new start, a new family, a new beginning where we can teach you to harness your abilities and skills to become the best that you can be. Zach himself learned here, he learned how to be a Wizard here, as did Snape, who learned over five hundred different poisons simply by smell and sight alone. he also learned his impressive spying skills here. being a double, and even a triple agent is deadly, and not many survive beyond their first year. Snape is a legend amung Adderstrike for his amazing capabilities. that he braught you here means he must see something in you, something promising."
Harry smiled as he led the way to a massive Kitchen, where Dozens of house elves and humans where working side by side to make that nights dinner. "you both must be very hungry and tired. i invite you to stay for the night at least, so Blake can think about the offer of joining Adderstrike." he glanced at Blake and then chuckled. "perhaps we will make it a week for him. he can stay for a week, decide if he likes what he sees or not, and then can leave or stay as he desires." Snape nodded. "i would like that My Lord, thank you. do you still teach magic here?" Snape asked, well aware that would catch Blake's attention. "yes, every kind of magic, even the ones not... sanctioned, by those pompous puffbags you call the ministry of magic. all magic is taught here, including how to hide all traces of your magic." "do you still teach martial arts?" "of course, it's no good to a Wizard if they can't defend themselves once their wand is taken away. Adderstrike Family are never victims. we teach them to kill anyone who dares harm them." he smirked a little. "and if they themselves cannot kill those that hurt them, the Family will see justice done." he admitted simply, leading the way to a table. "please, sit, the Cooks will have something done very soon for us." Harry promised, pondering why he thought Blake seamed so familiar.
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Blake hadn't heard much of what had been said between the two of them about some Roland fellow. It didn't involve him and he just didn't care. The place was strange, that was one of the many adjectives he had already tagged it with upon arrival. He heard his name spoken by Snape, looking towards the dark haired man. His attitude in here was completely different than that outside of Adderstrike. Who was this 'King' and how could he be that special for them to all be so afraid and bow down to him? Zach's name was mentioned then. A deathly silence fell upon the room, Blake raising an eyebrow as he looked around him at the kids, many younger than him, some the same age and a few older. With two words they all went scattering, something he already didn't like about this place.
Snape's reaction was amusing to say the least, though he thought back and only remembered the man mentioning it a few times. When Blake had questioned him about it he simply shook his head and said it didn't matter anymore. His jaw clenched and eyes flashed with anger. How dare they speak that way about him! He was dead and there was no way he would have done those things! "That's bullshit. He wouldn't hurt anyone, he wouldn't let me kill amouse" he said angrily. "Yeah, I can talk, so you can quit talking about me like I'm not here and I can't hear you" he added, glaring more at Snape than at the boy that couldn't have been any older than him. Blake turned from them and ran a hand through his hair before shoving it back into his pocket. It was still raw to talk about him, to think about him, and even worse to hear everyone talking so terribly about him.
He bit his lip roughly to keep the tears from springing free right then and there. He still hadn't let himself think about the fact that Zach was gone. If he accepted it then that would mean he would have to start moving on and deal with the fact that he wouldn't come after him and save him from these people. He turned at the sound of footsteps, meeting the gaze of the green-eyed boy steadily. Hell, he was taller than him. He wasn't afraid to die. He was afraid to live without his life meaning something. Zach made him feel worthwhile for once in his life. He hesitated, turning to look at the door though he knew he couldn't leave until he had told them about Zach. They had to be wrong about him. He had to have been framed. They had to be wrong.
Blake followed him until the got to the elevator, staring into it for a while warily before finally stepping inside, holding onto the little railing around the edge. He was the first one out when the doors opened again, sucking in a deep breath and then noticing that he had been holding his breath. The blue eyes moved about the room, taking everything in. He had to hand it to them, it did look nice, not at all what it would seem from the floor above. He walked a few feet away from the other two, wondering if he could see himself here. It made sense that Zach would have been here with everything that he was teaching Blake. He wondered if he was going to try and make Blake his ticket back in so that he could prove to them that he hadn't done what they thought he had.
He would have liked to have a family. There was never a time when he felt an attachment or a feeling of belonging to another person until he met Zach. He had always hated the kids who had siblings. He didn't know what it was like to be able to know that someone had your back no matter what happened. The 'King' had mentioned that he could leave whenever he felt like it, meaning that there didn't have to be any attachments if he didn't want there to be, and with free food that sounded like something he could take advantage of and get off the street for a little while if nothing else. He got sick of eating rats when Zach wouldn't let him steal from houses or shops.
Blake listened to what was said about magic and martial arts, two things they knew he was interested in, and though he was tuned in to every syllable he acted as if he couldn't care less about what they were saying. "Fine, I'll give it a week" he muttered and sat down at the table, putting his hands together and putting them to his face, his eyes closed. It almost looked as if he were praying for a few moments before his eyes opened again and he looked into the green eyes. "He was the kindest, caring, generous man I have ever met. He took care of me and was the father I never had. I loved him" he said softly, his memory shooting back to when he was laying in the mans arms, being kissed like he was Zach's whole universe, the feeling of their flesh together under the stars. He forced himself out of the flashback. He couldn't deal with those thoughts right now.
Snape had gone away to catch up with a couple people so the King was the only one to hear his confession. He shook his head and looked away from him, clamming up again "why am I even telling you this? It's not like it makes a difference anyway" he muttered and sighed deeply. It wasn't long before the food was ready, people flooding the room and taking seats at different tables. No one sat anywhere near him or would even make eye contact with him though when he looked away he knew they were staring and whispering about him. Blake picked at the food and very slowly ate the entire plate, not realizing before how hungry he had been. It must have been days since he had eaten last.
"Can I get my stuff back then if I'm going to be staying here?" he asked, wanting to get his wand and his knives back on him so he'd feel safer again. Currently he felt weak and lost and hated every second of it. What was worse was that he felt scared. Scared of being taken advantage of again without Zach around taking care of him. Zach had never abandoned him, never used him, never hurt him.
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Harry stared at Blake for a long moment and then with words as cold as ice, he spoke. "Zach was the one who rescued me from a lifetime of beatings, starvation, an being locked in a tiny cupboard under the stairs. he nearly raised me himself, him and the rest of Adderstrike. do not think that i do not know exactly the pain that you are feeling with his death." Harry hissed before instantly calming as he led the way to the kitchens. Harry smiled as he was promised a week and he paused as he stared into Blake's tormented eyes. "Blake... Zach was a good... no, he was a GREAT man." Harry murmured softly, emotion in his voice. "he was one of my most trusted advisers after The Father died. yes The Grandfather is still here to give me advice when i needed it but... he was old, and Zach was not. Zach had a way of seeing things the way no one else did... but the fact of the matter is, he did do those things." Harry admitted, closing his eyes. "i wouldn't have believed it myself if we hadn't found the video tapes and the journals... he was hurting boys, and he was trying to resurrect Gellert Grindelwald... a futile attempt since the once Dark Lord isn't really dead, just locked up." Harry admitted, blinking at Blake.
"the fact of the matter is, that while we know he DID do those things we don't know WHY, he did it, or why he chose those boys over others." Harry admitted. "i am trying to find the truth, maybe he was doing a good thing, maybe he was protecting Adderstrike... maybe he was sick? i don't know but until i know without a shadow of a doubt that Zach was bad and a traitor, his name will not be spoken often in these walls, it is forbidden to utter the name or the crimes of the one on trial, to prevent rumors, hearsay, and personal opinions before the trial." he paused. "dead or not, he will receive the proper, and fair trial he deserves, and whether he is guilty or not, he is Adderstrike, and once Adderstrike, always Adderstrike." he shook his head. "there are a lot of journals, and a lot of videos. if you want, i will allow you to search through them. it will be good to have a fresh opinion on things and i think that perhaps you know Zach far better than any of us ever have." he paused as the room was flooded with people and he watched them all take plates of food and start talking, checking to make sure the littlest ones where being taken care of, and making sure that the older ones weren't taking more than their fair share.
"your items are in your room." Harry explained. "along with fresh clothes... not all of them are new but all are clean and without damage. we'll be finding you a toothbrush as well." Harry muttered, clearly in reference to the boy with the rotted teeth. once dinner was done the people left as quickly as they appeared and Harry stood, glancing around and smirking as he found Snape in deep conversation with a man his own age. "stupid old men." Harry grumbled rather affectionately. "please, follow me Blake. i'll show you to your room." Harry assured the other, leading the way down the long Hallways and to a room marked 23B. "this is your room, and this is your key." Harry handed the other a small key. "don't lose that it's the only one we have for this door." Harry muttered as he pushed the door open and let Blake look inside. it was a typical hotel room, there was even a TV. "we don't get cable or any telivision stations, but we do have game systems and movies you can check out from out 'library'... most of it's stolen." Harry admitted with a snicker. "all of the residents of the B corridor are under the watch of Raze." Harry explained, indicating a very tall black boy who was easily in his early twenties. "if you need anything, from extra food, to new shoes, he's the one you talk to. if you have a problem with a neighbor or another person within the Adderstrike, he is also who you talk to. there are very few rules here but the ones that are here are very important. if you break one, you will be punished very harshly." Harry warned.
"The rules are as follows. you do NOT Steal, hurt, or kill another Adderstrike." Harry stated this so firmly that it was clear anyone breaking those rules would probobly have their hands chopped off or worse. "Never harm an innocent. that means no children are to EVER be hurt and pregnant women are completely off limits. do not cause purposeful damage to the property, especially tot he upstairs, we have a hard enough time keeping that damn place standing." he paused, checking to make sure that Blake understood. "and finally, respect your betters... there aren't many. just me and whatever teachers we've cobbled together." Harry admitted, shaking his head. "if they are over their twenties, then you usually need to be respectful. they are giving up their valuable time to come and teach us." there was another pause as Harry stared at the other, frowning. "you look so familiar for some reason..." he muttered softly, his head tilted. "i know i should remember you..." he mused, his emerald eyes staring at Blake for a long moment before shaking his head. "never mind. in any case, every night at about seven, there is a late night snack in the kitchen as well if you get hungry. so long as you aren't too messy, your more than welcome to keep packaged or canned food in your room. you can either get it from the cooks, or you can buy or steal your own." Harry assured the other. "i'll leave you here for now, remember to talk to Rave if you need anything. he's a bit of an Insomniac so he's almost always awake." and with that, Harry left Blake to examine the pile of clothes left for him, as well as his new accommodations complete with his own bathroom.
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Blake couldn't believe the fact that Harry had said he was so close of Zach. That he was a close advisor and friend, that he had raised him and saved him from whatever hell-hole he had been in before. If that was true there shouldn't be a way to persuade him that he could be accused of doing what they claimed. A sigh left his lips. This was all just so much to take in at one time. At first the name Grindelwald hadn't seemed familiar to him, though when his first name accompanied a quick glimmer of recognition sparked in his eyes though he tried to make sure it wasn't noticed by the other. He didn't really feel like going through an interrogation by them just yet. If they were saying he had done such bad things why weren't they more wary of him? How did they know that Zach hadn't brainwashed him to follow in his footsteps and complete his mission?
He remembered the initials 'GG' somewhere. Where had it been? It was on something in Zach's things and he had asked about it once, Zach saying it was someone from the old days he needed to return a few things to. Surely he would know that he wasn't dead if he spoke about the man that way. Blake kept his questions to himself, thinking that if Adderstrike trained double agents he could do a little of his own spying right under their noses. He would go along with them but he had to prove that Zach hadn't done the things they had claimed, no matter the evidence they said they acquired. Blake nodded at the King "I would like to look them over. I knew him well, I like to think I could see something that may have been overlooked" he said, smiling sadly. It was a far reach but he still had a glimmer of hope and he would cling to it until it proved itself or he squished it.
They were the first to come and the last to go, the King seeming to take interest in all of the children there. They all regarded him highly, that much was clear. It didn't seem as though they took advantage of the position they were in. They may have if Harry hadn't been there watching but somehow he doubted it. He stood and followed him through hallways, glad that they wouldn't be taking another elevator. He didn't think his heart could take having to ride one everyday he was there. Blake glanced down at the key that had been pressed into his hand, it was old and worn as well as small, wondering why they still even used keys. Surely they could just use their magic on the locks. He stuck his head in and looked around the room quickly, taking note of what was in there and where they were placed. For some reason he was surprised at their generosity to a complete stranger. If he hadn't had anything to do with Zach they wouldn't have any reason to speak to him at all, let alone give him a room, food, and clothes.
The black boy was fairly large. Magic or not he didn't particularly want to start something with him. Probably why they had him doing it. Blake didn't have a problem with the rules. They were simple enough and wouldn't be hard to follow. He knew how to follow rules from his childhood when he had been punished for no reason, and then Zach who had few rules, similar to Adderstrike, and he wouldn't be happy if Blake even came close to bending one of the rules. He looked back at the King as the man stared at him, not saying anything until the other spoke. Nothing about the green-eyed male stuck out about him. Sure, he looked like others he had met before but all street kids had the same aura about them, they could recognize each other easily, it was a sort of protection instinct they all had somehow learned.
Blake had lost the other's words in his own thoughts, not realizing that he had finished speaking until he was walking away "wait! Can I ask you something...in private?" he asked, biting his lip a little. There was something about this King that made his dominant, arrogant nature to calm, very similar to the way that Zach could handle him. Once the door was closed he looked to the other "were you....romantic....with him?" he asked nervously. He didn't know how much older they were than him, if any. He knew Zach was a few years older than him but he wondered how close their relationship had gotten, if it had progressed in a similar way to Blake's. He didn't know what this information would give him emotionally but he felt inclined to ask. He didn't even know if it was something that he would even care to share with him. "And what is your name? Snape didn't know if they had changed Kings or not so he never shared any names" he explained. Did they go by their names or did they only respond to 'my lord' as Snape had used.
Once Harry was gone Blake paced in the room a little, touching the clothing and the other surfaces. He wasn't anywhere near tired just yet, going into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, exiting and letting his jacket slide off his frame. He examined it to make sure nothing had happened to it, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply to get some of the scent of Zach to calm him down. "What would you think if you knew I was here? I didn't come willingly, just so you know, and I'm only staying so that I can prove you didn't kill anyone. God I miss you" he whispered and set the jacket on the bed. He put the wand in his back pocket, hiding the knives in various locations, no matter what the rule was about no stealing. Zach's jacket already had a spell on it to burn whoever tried wearing it other than Blake, something he had come up with on his own, very proud of it.
Though he didn't know what their rule was about 'lights out' he still decided that he didn't really want anyone knowing where he was going, stepping out of his room, a spell keeping his footsteps silent. He moved quickly through the halls, finding a stairwell and going up, up and up again. He quit when he reached the top, opening the door onto the roof of the building. He went out onto the open area, looking around to see where the building was actually located at. It wasn't far from where he had grown up as a kid, he had actually probably run by this building before, not even realizing that it could have ended his misery. He laid down on the ground, looking up at the stars and thinking about what he was doing. Is this all his life would come to? He closed his eyes and ended up falling asleep there on the roof, not stirring until the morning when the sun came up, rubbing his face and watching the sun rise over the decrepit buildings. He headed back downstairs into the throng, unknowing what would come of him. He wondered to himself if anyone had even noticed his disappearance through the night.
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Harry paused as he was asked for a question and he nodded, stepping close so that no one else could overhear them. he jerked in surprise at the question, looking rather baffled. "Romantic? gods no the man was like a fa... well no he wasn't very paternal... we'll call him an over indulgent uncle to me." Harry decided with a grin. "he loved to flirt, with everyone, men, women, boys, girls, it didn't matter... but as far as i know, he was never romantic really with anyone. i doubt the man had sex at all, no matter the amount of money he managed to pull in doing whatever he did for that weird government of his." he chuckled a little. "as far as i know, only one person has ever had sex with Zach and that was Roland and it was more desperation on both of their parts... it was fuck or die id the stories are true... honestly i think their talking out their asses really." he admitted with a shake of his head. "and i am Harry." he introduced himself. "and frankly, i'm astonished Snape managed to be polite to me at all, according to sources, Severus Snape and my father, James Potter, hated each other so badly i just assumed Snape would pull Wand on me, Adderstrike or not..." Harry admitted with a small snicker. "please enjoy your night and sleep well and be free to alter anything you like in the room and use magic to secure your belongings. i know i said stealing is against the rules but being that your new to Adderstrike, paranoia is expected." he assured the other. "all floors are open to you, just stay out of other people's rooms unless they invite you in."
with that Zach was left alone. no one was around when he slipped free of his room, and everyone seamed to have gone to bed, a few late nighters did spot him, but other than a nod in his direction they left him be. no one followed him, no one troubled him as he stepped out of the building and onto the cool roof. as he headed downstairs there was a loud crowd gathered in the area that he had first come into, angry, loud voices. before Zach could come to a decision, the door to the stairwell opened and Raze, the 'mentor' or corridor B poked his head in. "oh! THERE you are! i went to check on you this morning but you never opened your door. thought you where sleeping in maybe." the man admitted. "sorry about the noise, it's not usually this bad before breakfast but some upstart little shit thought he could come in here and make demands, His Highness is putting the little bastard in his place, come see." Raze offered, his eyes twinkling. "oh, and never call Harry 'His Highness' to his face, he gets all bent out of shape about it." which was clearly why Raze did it.
inside the huge 'hall' a man of about thirty was glaring at Harry, who was on his feet, a furious gleam in his eyes and his teeth bared like a feral animal. "You dare come in here, unannounced to make demands of ME!?" Harry hissed, his voice held power, magic so thick you could taste, and feel it was filling the room as the man finally fidgeted. "Do you have ANY idea of Who. I. AM!?" Harry demanded, advancing on the man, the crowd of watchers cheering, egging Harry on with phrases like 'teach him a lesson' and 'break him Harry! break him hard!' and even a few 'Kill the arrogant bastard!' the movement was swift, Harry had a knife in hand and in a split second the man's throat had been slit, much to the delight of the crowd. Raze decided to explain. "that man there is a... employee of a local Crime Syndicate. they've been Trying to put pressure on Adderstrike for about a year now. that man, Carlos Santez, came in here about twenty minutes ago, unannounced. didn't even knock on the damn door. as soon as he saw Harry he started listing demands and warned Harry that if he didn't obey, 'misfortunes' would start befalling all the Little Uns... Harry's damn protective, and he'll beat the shit out of any of us who picks on a kid, in Adderstrike or not. he has a particular hatred for Child Rapists. about two years ago, he 'took the crown' and led a city wide sweep of every known child rapist in the city. slaughtered every last one of them, including a woman who was part of Adderstrike. she was a crack head who was letting her 'boyfriends' and 'dealers' rape her son for money and drugs." well, didn't that sound familiar?
"Someone remove this filth! send it to Santago! make it a message!" Harry snarled, his eyes flashing. "get me Shadow Squad!" there was a movement and three young boys moved and knelt in front of Harry. they couldn't have been any older than eleven. "i want you to rig the bastards house! Blow it all to hell! no one fucks with Adderstrike and it's time we gave this man a lesson!" Harry snarled before turning on his heal. "and someone get me a cigarette and a god damn cup of coffee!" Blaze snickered as he glanced at Zach. "Harry's always a little grouchy in the mornings." he admitted. "anyway, breakfast will be soon, don't be late or you might miss the food. we've usually got plenty but sometimes food is a little lean and the little ones always get the most over the older ones. they need it more." he paused, looking Zach up and down. "mmm as Malnourished as you are, we better make sure your getting your fair share of it too." he decided.
"come on, i'll show you a short cut." and in moments they where the first one in the dining area, waiting for the others to show up. "now, breakfast is always served at seven. if your late, or sleep in you might go without. lunch is served at twelve, and dinner at five with a snack at seven. we usually spend the time in-between lunch and dinner hanging out up in the 'throne' room, playing games and teaching each other things. lessons are usually between breakfast and lunch. that's when we teach math and reading and whatever else we can teach them at the time. the older ones, that's you, usually take that time to learn more... developed skills, like pyrotechnics, which is Team Shadows forte. they can rig anything into a bomb i think." he admitted with a grin. "keep in mind that not everyone here is magic, so don't go around casting spells willy nilly on people, muggles and squibs don't react well to magic sometimes and the last thing we need is for another person to get blown up, we still haven't cleaned the bloodstains out all the way." he grinned at the other boy. "Harry asked me to be your personal tour guide today. he seams to think i'm good at setting the new kids at ease or something, which is totally ruining my image of bad-ass around here." he complained playfully. "i mean honestly, what's the point of being a super scary assassin if children don't run screaming in terror from you?"
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Blake let out a relieved sigh at the knowledge that Zach hadn't been with anyone, though he didn't know why he would expect for him not to be with someone before Blake. It wasn't a surprise to him to hear about his flirting. He had already known that he was extremely flirtatious. At first it had bothered him but it was clear that it was just the type of person he was. It actually made him wonder why hehadn'thad sex before Blake. He watched Harry walk away before shutting the door and locking it before his little adventure to the roof and back again. Raze startled him, thinking he was in trouble before the man started speaking, noticing about how little they cared about what they did with their time, as long as they were following the rules of the house.
The dark-haired boy seemed fairly uninterested as they moved through the halls, seeing the crowd gathered and was glad he was tall enough to see over most of the others gathered around Harry and an adult he had never seen before. He watched the man intently, jaw clenching a little as blood spilled from the gash and onto the carpet. A miserable way to die. Harry was just putting on a show to keep everyone in balance and had obviously grown numb to the killing. Zach had been so adamant about killing, part of the reason he didn't believe that he could have tortured anyone. Blake wondered what Harry would be like without the pressure of being a 'King' and having to take care of a bunch of kids when you were a kid yourself. The crowd cheered as the elder male fell to his knees and then on his face, Harry still putting on a show. It did seem like he cared about all the kids, especially since the only rules were centered around them pretty much, that much he could tell was real.
Raze began speaking again as if everything was normal and nothing had happened out of the ordinary, Blake pretty much tuning him out until he mentioned the brutal murders of any child rapist, something Blake didn't necessarily have a problem with given his background. Then a woman was mentioned. It felt like a rock was stuck in his throat that had cut off the air from his lungs and left him stuck there for a few moments before regaining his apathetic front, glad that Raze hadn't noticed his momentary falter. His head was spinning, and if he thought he wasn't listening before now he wouldn't even be able to tell if the other was speaking English if asked. They were in line for food and he looked up at the man "you know what? I need to run back to my room to grab something, thanks for the tour or whatever, I'll come and check back in with you later" he told him, walking through the room right past Harry without looking at him.
It didn't take him long to get all his things on his person, having all his belongings and putting the jacket on, taking the advantage of it being meal-time to leave without being noticed. When Raze would go by the key would be taped to the outside of the door, along with a note hastily written on parchment. It was addressed to Harry. 'It surprises me that you would blame someone for a murder when you are one yourself, slaughtering a woman and leaving her child an orphan to fend for himself without anyone to look out for him. It probably didn't cross your mind if that man you slaughtered today had children either. Children that will never get to see their father again because you wanted to make an example and prove you were a 'leader'. Compassion is a more remarkable trait by far to violence. I'll be visiting her apartment where she was murdered if you'd care to pay your respects.'
Blake wouldn't expect him to come, he probably had much better things to do but for some reason he felt like he needed to include where he was going in some lost sense of hope that someone else could care about him even if they weren't fucking him. He climbed the fire-escape up to the window, opening it and stepping inside the apartment, a rush of memories flooding him. He hadn't been here since he'd seen her body laying there on the floor. There were few good memories from here, a birthday when he had gotten a cake and she hadn't been strung out and it was just the two of them and he was actually able to sleep the whole night through. The smell was just the same, except maybe a little stale. A squeak sounded and the male backed up, looking as a man came up behind him. He moved away and others came into the room, looking at him without saying a thing, they just kept him from running away.
A one-legged, one-eyed man approached. He was very ugly, with a strange fake eye in his other socket that flicked around strangely. There was a tall, burly black man as well as a woman with neon pink hair. There were others as well but they weren't nearly as remarkable as these three. Aurors, he knew that much. Zach had spoken about mad-eye before. His eyes glanced up at the ceiling and then towards the kitchen, though his body language was relaxed and he seemed bored. "Don't worry about the roof caving in or the kitchen exploding. Zach's magic wasn't very well hidden, though traps had never been his specialty" the man began, looking at Blake for some sort of emotion to flash upon his face, disappointed when he was given nothing. Blake had learned well to keep his thoughts off of his face, saving him more than once. "Where is Zach by the way?" Blake regarded him for a moment before speaking "he's dead. Died a few days ago" he remarked apathetically.
The man almost seemed angry and the knowledge that he was dead, gritting his teeth as he looked at the arrogant boy in front of him. "Why are you in my apartment?" he asked the Auror, a little angry they would just break in. "We were waiting for you to come back. We didn't think it would take this long. We knew your mother was Adderstrike though someone had gotten to her before we could and then when you disappeared we knew they had gotten to you as well." Blake feigned confusion well enough that Zach would have been proud. "I have no idea what you're talking about" he lied smoothly, not even making the movement to reach for his wand, knowing the people behind his back would have theirs at the ready. "Don't lie to me boy. I've grown tired of being in this shit-hole looking for you. I know you know something" he growled. Blake shrugged "well since you're here and aren't planning on gang-raping me, I'm going to fix some tea for you guys since I don't expect you'll be leaving anytime soon."
Mooney grabbed him by his thick hair, throwing him into the wall with a dull thud. Blake fell on the ground, groaning as he rotated his shoulder, making sure it was still where it was supposed to be. "That was unnecessary" he muttered "That is just the beginning if you decide to keep fucking with me" he threatened and pushed Blake into a chair. Ropes were tied around his legs and arms, securing him to the chair. He was stripped of his wand, knives and guns, glaring up at the Auror. He didn't have a chance of fighting back or running so he decided against that, thinking that maybe he could cut a deal with them so they wouldn't kill him or wipe his mind and take his magic. The end of a wand was pushed against his temple, suddenly feeling as if someone was trying to squeeze his head, slightly uncomfortable but bearable. The woman spoke "he's been trained." Mooney shook his head "Even after death he's still looking out for his little orphan bitch." Blake giving him a look filled with pure hatred.
"Tell me what you know and this will be quick and painless," Blake looked him up and down "Well, you're a dumbass and clearly don't know how to do your job very well if all you could come up with is hiding out here until I decided to show up. I'm sure your boss wasn't too happy about that" he said, the smart ass remark earning him the cruciatus curse. The pain flaring up in every cell in his body. He yelled out in pain, his body jerking tense until it stopped, sagging in the chair and panting a little. He had never felt anything like that before. It wasterrible. "Let's try this again, shall we? What do you know about them Blake? What do you know about your boyfriend?" Blake was looking down, taking in a deep breath before looking up "Fuck you." Screaming soon followed his words from his lungs. It was probably only seconds though it felt like minutes the pain coursed through his body, feeling like flames were licking along his skin and poured through his veins.
Blake swallowed and enjoyed the oxygen flooding into his lungs once again. "What did Zach say about the Adderstrike?"Shit, now he would get slammed for giving them the truth "nothing, he never said anything" well, it was pretty much the truth. "Aaaahhhhhh!!!" His voice was already straining as it was being overused. "You don't have to keep doing this to yourself Blake, you don't owe them anything. They killed your mother." He did have a point, but for some reason he was much more willing to protect the people who gave him food and protected young children than adults who wanted to torture the truth out of him. "My mother was a crack-whore who pimped me out for money. If they killed her I should send them a gift basket" he said though it was the furthest from the truth yet. He braced himself for the pain, though it was shorter that time, guessing that his answer hadn't pissed him off as much as the others.
His breathing was labored and it was getting difficult to hold his head up on his own. He could take getting fucked in the ass and he would take that any day over this excruciating pain. "Who is the King of Adderstrike?"Harry Potter, not that you'll ever find out"They have a monarchy? That's a little twelfth century, don't you think?" This one was much, much longer than the others. His throat was getting raw, head rolled back against the back of the chair. The others were fairly quiet up until this point, only his speech stopping the onslaught of knives slicing him open, or so it felt. "Moody, this is not our way" the man said, looking at the poor teenage boy and back to mad-eye. "Do you realize how many of us they have slaughtered? Even if he knows nothing he may be a good bait to lure them out to help him, giving us the chance to find them." Blake had grown tired, wanting nothing more to do with this. He wanted to pain to stop and it wouldn't take very much more for him to spill just to get it to stop. "Please" he begged, his voice hoarse and raspy. "What, your buddies decided not to come and rescue you? And they're supposed to be so loyal." he mocked, looking at Blake and giving him about ten seconds, watching as the boy screamed out, his body taking more than most. Many would have already passed out before now, slightly impressed at his pain tolerance.
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Raze looked a little puzzled at Blake when he dashed off but shrugged and let the other go. he never realized the other didn't come back but Snape did. he even found the note, panic seized him for a long moment, his heart slamming in his throat as he realized exactly who Blake was, and that there where people waiting for him in his apartment. grumpy people and a werewolf who was a day away from the full moon. shit. he ran straight to Harry, showed him the note and explained why Blake was in danger. he didn't even get to explain, all that came out of his mouth was 'Blake is in danger' before the world started to rush around as Harry started snapping orders. just as Blake started to scream again the front door slammed open and Snape walked in, his eyes brimming with rage. "What the FUCK are you doing to MY charge?!" Snape demanded, his voice filled with rage as he glared at Moony and Mad-Eye. "you blasted imbeciles!" he snarled, flicking his wand, sending Remus into the wall, just because he hated him and glared furiously at Mad-Eye pointing at a Camera. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS!?" it was a video camera, the feed leading directly to Adderstrike, who had been watching the 'Order of the Phoenix' and the Aurors for some time now.
"Adderstrike has been watching this place ever since the Boy disappeared!" Snape snarled. "They are no doubt sending a copy of the tape to the Aurors! your all FUCKED for torturing a young boy! what the hell where you THINKING using a Cruciatus on a child?!" Snape demanded, shaking his head. "your in trouble for this one Mad-Eye and not even Dumbledore will be able to save you now!" he stalked over to Blake and gently stroked the boy's hair out of his face. "are you alright Blake?" he asked softly, his eyes meeting Blake's, using a more refined Legillemency than 'the woman' had used. 'This might not work, if i get attacked, don't try to help me, Harry is on the way, he had to make a pit stop for something, he'll get you out, and get you fixed up in no time. they won't kill me, they need me too much.' the thought was in Snape's voice, in Blake's mind. Zach had done this on occasion when he and Blake where hiding and needed to be completely silent. he looked up as there was another click, and in walked Harry Potter, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, a gun in one hand and a wand in the other.
"So, i hear you are looking for me." Harry stated, his eyes narrowed. "i also know that you have tortured a child, and that really pisses me off." Harry snarled, his emerald eyes looking around the room, flicking his hair out of his face, revealing the lightning bolt shaped scar. "i am Harry James Potter! King of Adderstrike, and i have already named my successor should i die. you will never win over Adderstrike..." he smirked at the people gathered. "are you the Aurors today, or the Order of the Phoenix? oh and don't bother destroying my Video Camera, i already sent the tape to your ministry, the lot of you are as screwed as a whore on extacy." he smirked a little, his Gun coming up when one of them tried to come closer. "i only want the boy, i've been looking for him for a while you know. i had been under the belief that his mothers cracked up boyfriend had killed him... that's what she told me anyway." he paused. "now that i think about it, she might have been trying to protect him, Adderstrike doesn't make it a habit of punishing families for a single person's misdeeds but she was never really Adderstrike in more than name, and probobly didn't know." he mused. "i stopped looking for him when i realized there wasn't a trace of him left in the city. it occurs to me now that his magic was probobly shielding himself from anyone actively looking for him. which is why you couldn't find him either."
there was a long pause and then Harry's eyes narrowed. "and this thing about Zach... what do you know about Zach?" he asked, his tone... strange. Harry was beginning to realize that these people had been after Zach as well. Death eaters, Aurors, and now the Order of the Phoenix had wanted Zach... just what had the old man been up to? it troubled harry. he felt as if he was missing something very important. something that he needed to know about Zach. he wanted to think that the other wasn't a traitor but... what if he was? a four way spy maybe? and simply let the wrong information slip out on accident? Harry could easily forgive that and have Zach's name put up on the Wall. maybe he'd been tricked? or tortured? or drugged? and why where these people going after Blake of all people? because he had known Zach or because of his mother? Harry needed to know these things, which was only half of the reason why he had come himself. Snape was carefully untying Blake, and pulled a potion out of one of is pockets, uncorking it and gently settling it to Blake's lips. "Drink this, Son. it will make the pain ease... it won't go away but it will hurt less." Snape murmured softly, carefully helping Blake to drink.
"Well, don't you want me anymore?" Harry demanded, wondering why they where all staring at him like that, feeling unease curl in his belly. why where they looking at him as if they knew him? "Ha... Harry Potter?" one of the few unvoiced people asked, stunned. "you... but your dead. everyone knows it..." "No, i'm not dead. i would have been if Adderstrike hadn't found me. and how DARE you use my name! i neither know you, nor like you!" "no you don't understand! your the Chosen One!... what do you mean you would have died?" Harry stared at the woman, a sharp nosed little bitch of a bint. "oh, i get it." Harry growled. "i know what's going on now. i remember Zach telling me once that i was a celebrity. oh he knew all about me, and how i ended up with that... FILTH!" Snape grimaced a little. Harry was starting to get angry, he could see the paper and the lighter things littered about the house starting to shake. "i was left on a doorstep in the middle of one of the coldest months of the year with nothing but a blanket and a letter. i was lucky i didn't fucking freeze to death before that bitch of a woman found me! i spent the next five years after that, living in a cupboard under the stairs. from the time i could walk i was expected to cook, clean, garden, paint, and be a whipping boy. i suffered more beatings before the age of seven than any of you have the collection of your lives combined! when i turned six, they moved me out to the shed, because i was 'taking up valuable space'. it was winter, i had no heat, no blanket, no bed, just cold, hard ground." his hand raised, this time pointing at the woman who had spoken. "you people, you...Magiabandoned me to the worst sort of filth and now you torture innocent children. is it any wonder i refused to go to your filthy schools and live in your filthy world?!" Snape was glad that Harry was being such a distraction, because it gave him time to scoop Blake up into his arms and start backing away towards the window, hoping to escape before everything turned into a massive clusterfuck.
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The pain suddenly stopped and Mad-eye wasn't even paying him any attention, the yelling coming from someone else entirely.Was that Snape?Blake turned his head enough to see that it was, his fingers stretching as if reaching towards him for protection from these others. They might not have been torturing the boy themselves but they certainly weren't preventing Moony from doing it either. The man looked slightly embarrassed that he had been caught by Snape though the anger was far more visible when he learned that his actions had been taped and sent to the Ministry."You had him and didn't tell us?"He asked angrily"How did you even know he would be here Severus?"The man asked him, and how would he have known about Adderstrike having the video camera and then not relaying this information to them?
Blake's eyes fluttered closed as Snape's hand gently brushed the hair from his face, his fingers still moving though he didn't have the energy to try and pull at the restraints on his wrists. His eyes opened back up as Snape spoke in his mind. For a while he had thought only Zach was capable of this, especially when he had been the only one to ever do it and then when the one woman tried getting into his mind she was easily blocked. His head nodded minutely, saying that he understood, though he didn't think he would be able to do anything to help him even if it was needed. What the hell was Harry doing that was so important that he was going to leave them here by themselves very easily outnumbered. Hell, even if Blake was feeling up to fighting he didn't have the knowledge or experience to fight an Auror.
And then Harry came in. Blake could sense the change in the atmosphere when he entered the room, his magic radiating off of him in waves.Ahh, he was getting the suit,noticing it. He would have appreciated it a little more if his mind was a little clearer and would have made a mental note to mess with him later about how he got so dressed up to come to a fight. Harry mentioned his mother and he knew then that it was his letter that had gotten them here, but how did they know about the Aurors? So Harry did remember his mother, and had been looking for him all this time and was right under his nose.
Zach's name came up yet again and Blake fought the unconsciousness to listen to what they were saying."Zach was a member of the Order until we found out he was leaking our information to someone. We don't know who."Well clearly it wasn't Adderstrike so Zach just seemed to be in everybody's business without hardly anyone knowing. The Aurors gathered there were just in so much shock that they couldn't even do anything to even raise a wand against Harry, so surprised to see that he was alive and doing magic, the King of the Adderstrike no less. The potion was put against Blake's lips, glad that Snape helped him to drink it. It was cold as it slid down his throat, soothing the soreness. It worked quickly, making him at least partially mobile though not by much.
Blake had to admire the power and presence Harry acquired. Everyone was silent when he spoke and without even trying things in the room were moving, papers flying around the room, mirrors cracking. What was more was the fact that he didn't send someone to come and get him back. He came himself, if he was alone he didn't know, though it wouldn't surprise him."Harry, we looked for you for years. There was absolutely no trace of you. There was a huge outrage when people even suggested they give up the search for you and pronounce you dead"a woman said to him. She wasn't the idiot who had piped up earlier and was sickened by the fact they were torturing a child.
Blake sagged in Snape's arms as he was lifted from the chair, his arm closest to the man going around his neck to help with the awkwardness of carrying dead weight. Everyone was far too busy watching Harry to even notice that their 'prisoner' was being carried out the window by one of their own. Once they were away from the room he started fidgeting "you can't leave him there alone" he told Severus, his voice coming out almost as a whisper he was so hoarse. He wouldn't be having Harry killed just because he was stupid and rushed off when he got a little hot-headed. No one needed him but there were so many kids that depended on Harry to keep them safe and fed and to be a great leader.
Blake didn't think he would be able to live with himself if it turned out that Harry ended up being killed because of him. Partly because of his role in Adderstrike, also because he believed Zach was good, too, and he could talk with him about the man without having the other think of him as nothing more than a murderous monster. All of a sudden his eyes started closing, finding it was harder to think and put words together, not knowing if it was the potion or if Snape had used a spell on him to put him out so he wouldn't fight with him or just to stop the pain altogether. It would be almost a full week before he woke again, parts of his sleep uninterrupted and others he would almost be conscious and could hear people talking, though much of it sounded as if he were underwater and he couldn't understand them that well. Even before his eyes had opened he was asking about Harry, needing to know that he was alright and nothing bad had come of him, not knowing that he had been out for so long and they would be more worried that he was going to be okay.
Moony glanced towards where Blake had been, noticing his disappearance and knowing then that he wasn't on their side. Snape could claim that he had simply taken him to a hospital and then the boy was taken by Adderstrike and everyone would believe him since Snape's record was crystal clear. However, Mad-eye knew and even though he would be in Azkaban he knew better than to believe that Severus wasn't involved with the Adderstrike secretly."Zach was really paranoid right before he left. It was really out of character, he kept mumbling things about Grindelwald and Josiah. I've never heard of a Josiah but it was clear Zach was scared of him."This was the woman again, Moony telling her to shut up before looking at Harry. He didn't understand why they were all spilling their guts to him, they didn't know what agenda he followed and he happened to know a little something about why Zach was acting so strangely but wanted to keep it to himself.
After Blake had been safely returned to Adderstrike, Shadow Strike was sent in as they had been ordered, throwing in several smoke bombs and tossing a gas mask to Harry. All of the Aurors rushed out of the room, choking on the smoke, trying to get to wherever the oxygen was. After they got Harry out and far enough away an explosion was heard and a huge smoke cloud entered the sky where the building was. A couple Aurors had been killed but it would only take moments more for the Ministry to get there, taking the rest of them into custody and took them back to try them immediately for using the unforgivable curse and using it on a defenseless subject and a child above that. They would be sent to Azkaban in the short future, there was no possible way that anyone could argue any other option.
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Severus looked up at them and shook his head. "he left a note, as silly children are want to do. i did not know this was the boy you where looking for, i just found him wandering the streets and took him in.... he has a foul mouth." Snape was an effortless liar of course, he was a three way spy after all. everyone thought he was working for Voldemort, or The Order, but he wasn't. he was loyal only to Adderstrike. Harry paused for a long moment and then. "no, you stupid bitch... where where you the FIRST five years!?" Harry demanded. "Albus Brian Wilfric Dumbledore left me abandoned on a doorstep to be abused and no one ever once checked up on me." he growled, his eyes flashing. "no one thought to make sure that MAGIC HATING MUNDANES, where taking proper care of a Magi!!!" the stupid woman flinched but didn't try to talk again as Harry ripped open his suit, the effect even more dramatic because he'd torn apart a suit, instead of the crappy stuff he normally wore. "This is what you subjected me to!"
there was a massive burn on his chest, like someone had braided metal clothes hanger's together, and then bent them into the shape of words that where then heated like a branding iron and pressed into his flesh. even after ten, possibly twelve years, the word 'Freak' was easily visible, and easily read. Harry knew this would disturb everyone in the room, and that was why he did it. Snape nearly choked on his tongue when he saw the damage that the Muggles had done to The-Boy-Who-Lived. he carried Blake out before the boy called attention to himself, and shook his head at Blake's protests. "Harry is Adderstrike, and Adderstrike is never alone." Snape stated simply. "i'm going to have to lie out of my ass to convince Dumbledore about all this though..." he muttered softly. "if anyone asks, you where injured for a week and i was healing you." not unlike the truth. "i was taking you to a man named Dumbledore when Adderstrike ambushed us. they won't use Veritiserum on a child so long as their a decent sort..." he muttered before realizing Blake was asleep and sighing a little. "ah well... i'll just claim that Adderstrike took you again." he murmured, amused.
"Zach was a part of the Order?!" he asked, looking rather stunned. "why that little shit..." but Harry wasn't really angry, anyone could see that, he looked more thoughtful than anything else. "Josiah?..." Harry frowned, trying to place the name. "i knew he was getting worried about Grindelwald, according to my theories, he was trying to bring the man back from the dead." Harry smirked, well aware this next part would knock them off their feet. "a shame that Grindelwald isn't dead. just locked up in Nuemengaurd." he turned his emerals eyes to Moony and it was suddenly clear why they where all talking. those emerald eyes, so much like Lillie's, where filled with a deep inner pain and misery that the people there, well the one's with souls, wanted to help heal. he smiled at Moony and caught the Gas mask in a well practiced move and made certain to cover the one female who had protested, and Moony with a shield so that they wouldn't die, and left to check on Blake. when the day of the Trial's came, the woman, and Remus would be shocked to discover that a top o the line Lawyer had been provided for them, only those two got off from going to prison, the others in the group would be spending at least a year for letting Mad-Eye torture a child. Mad-Eye would die in Azkaban, a life sentence, however long that might be, a year, twenty, two hundred.... Mad-Eye was never getting free and Dumbledore hadn't even tried to save him.
the woman was left alone, Remus on the other hand, was grabbed as soon as he stepped out of the Ministry, and was immidiatly bound around the wrists, a cloth bag was placed over his head and with a POP, he was someplace new, shoved into a chair, ad his feet where tied to the legs while his bound wrists where connected to the back of the chair. very uncomfortable, but at least he was alive. there was a small sound next to Remus, a sound that Remus would easily be able to identify as Snape's 'pain' sound. Remus had hears Sev make it often enough after recovering from the Cruciatus. the bag was removed by a House Elf, and Remus was allowed to look around the bare stone walls... and look at Severus who was missing most of his clothes and looked like he'd had the shit beat out of him. it was Snape's cover of course, and an explanation as to why he'd been gone for so long. he made his Pain noise again and shuddered as his left arm jerked, it was obvious he was moaning about the dark mark, not about the probable broken bones and internal hemorrhaging. leaving them both tied up and alone the house elf left to tell Harry, who was sitting with Blake, waiting for the boy to wake up, that the prisoner had arrived.
"Thank you Mippy. i'll be there in a while." he muttered examining Blake's face, his head tilted a little as he gently smoothed the others hair out of his face. "Snape is a very brave man you know." Harry muttered, not sure if Blake could hear him or not. "he risked death to bring you here. and then you go and do something so stupid... why didn't you tell me you where Molly's kid? you must have known she was Adderstrike. i can't tell you how long we've looked for you. i'm not entirely sure myself, time passes in strange ways when your a member of Adderstrike." he sighed. "Zach must have known who you where... that's why he was so protective, he's the one who originally discovered the Auror's in your apartment and set up the surveillance." he admitted. "for some reason, Zach was very protective of you, i think he met you once or twice, when he issued warnings to Molly." he sighed a little. "i've made many mistakes in my life but that day was one of the biggest." he admitted. "i should have found you first before dealing with your mother... i should have killed the boyfriends, i should have done a lot of things but i was only fourteen and it was my first act as King... i made a lot of mistakes back then..." he glanced at the clock. "well, i'll leave you to rest, i have a prisoner to interrogate."
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The sound of Harry's voice brought him to the surface of consciousness, fighting hard to keep himself there to try and hear what he was saying. Even laying there beat up Blake was still willing to argue and come back with some smart ass remark. 'Yes Harry, its my fault that I find out you kill my mother and didn't know there were Auror's at her apartment. I should have been more prepared. I'll work on that next time.' An eyeroll would have accompanied the words had he been able to but he knew Harry was just upset and worried about him, which touched him greatly. After Harry had mentioned it Blake seemed to recall a man who had come in a couple times to speak to his mother, she had called him Zach. Why hadn't he ever remembered that? He had always loved when Zach came over because he was always so nice and would talk to him like he was important and special.
Only Harry would be able to turn his rage at the boy into guilt. He wished he could wake up and say something to him, but he was getting up now 'Harry wait! Don't leave me here.' With the silence he was sucked back into darkness and moments together with Zach. Times when they would just sit by each other and talk about nothing and everything at the same time. Two moments especially stuck in his mind, one was when Zach was explaining the Imperius curse, what it looked like and what it felt like. He had always assumed that he was just guessing but what if he actually knew? He always seemed so somber when he spoke about it, as if he were ashamed of something. The second was the code. Zach had taught him a code, playing with letters and numbers to say one thing but mean something else entirely. They used it all the time, whether they were apart or together so Blake would know it inside and out, whether Zach was there or not.
Hours later, around two or three in the morning Blake's eyes opened and he started moving. His hands pushed away the blankets on him and he rolled onto his side, kicking his legs over the side of the bed. The man looking after him kept telling him where he was and that he needed to relax "I know where I'm fucking at you dumbass, I need the journals" his voice was rough with non-use, and he kept pushing at the man even though he was weak now. The doctor didn't know what to do, usually he would just put them to sleep and wait for him to wake up when they were calm but this one was special with how much time Harry had spent by his side. "I need the journals, need them" the doctor shook his head and yelled out to a woman"go tell Harry he's awake and keeps asking about journals, he's still interrogating Lupin."That was really the only reason he would leave Blake was to go torture more information from the wolf.
Remus had been shocked to find out that he wouldn't be going to Azkaban along with another woman. Who could have pulled strings this big to get a judge to overlookthis? Normally he would be relieved but there was something not right about this situation and when he stepped outside he found out why. He looked at the man next to him, so this is where he had been when he'd been missing for so long. He didn't like the man but right now they were in the same position. He didn't have to wait long before someone came in the room. He couldn't see anything but a figure until the man stepped into the light, looking surprised at finding Harry there. "Harry Potter? What do you want with me?" He asked the man, not knowing what he could even tell him that he wouldn't know if he were the King of Adderstrike. They seemed to find out everything, they must have a double agent feeding them information. He'd have to look for them when, if, he got out of here.
"Harry, someone was sent to your house every year to make sure you were being taken care of and they brought you a birthday gift. They always came back saying you were find and growing up well, now to think of it, it seemed like their answers were too perfect, like magic was making them say that whenever someone mentioned you" he said, thinking back. Why hadn't any of them thought it was strange and went to check themselves? Who wouldwantfor Harry to suffer so much as a child? Nevertheless, he knew the boy wasn't one for talking, he knew that much, especially after looking at Severus. It was going to be a long night, that was for sure. What Remus was really confused about was why Harry wantedhim. There were plenty of others privy to more information than he who could take less pain than him.
A while later a young woman came to the edge of the room "Sir, the boy has woken and keeps going on about some journal and won't be calmed. Would you like for the doctor to put him to sleep again?" she asked timidly. Harry's temper was mercurial. One moment he could be so gentle and soft and the next he could slice you open without blinking and you never knew which you would get with him. It was generally accepted that you didn't interrupt him when he was interrogating but this was a special circumstance, otherwise he would be disturbed until he was done and had been fed something since the sessions generally lasted hours if not longer.
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Harry snarled at Lupin, his emerald eyes flashing. "there are a few reasons why i want you, Remus Lupin... once known as Moony." he paused for a moment, studying the werewolf as Snape cried out in pain again as the Dark Mark flared into life again, a small little smirk playing Harry's lips. "ah... the Dark Lord is calling you, isn't it Traitor?" Harry asked, lifting Sev's chin, the man whimpering as he flinched away from Harry's touch, as if he expected more pain. "this one is strong... not many can withstand my temper." Harry admitted simply before dropping Sev's head, all part of the act really, but Sev was in pain, and a great deal of it. emerald eyes turned back to Lupin. "No one checked on me Remus." Harry stated simply as he pulled the neck of his shirt down, letting the other see the hideous scar again. "and if they did, no one gave a damn about me." he stared at Remus. "i never had anything, i wore clothes that where hand me downs from my fat whale of a cousin. i barely got table scraps, and that was only if i was good and did all of the chores... chores that a full grown man couldn't complete in the hours that i was allowed to be out of the Closet." he studied Lupin and then settled his hand almost gently on the others cheek. "you harmed a child Lupin." his fingernails where suddenly digging into the mans face and with a harsh tug, he had scratched open Remus's face, leaving four, long, ragged and bleeding grooves along the side of the werewolf's face, lifting his bloody fingers to his mouth he gave a few licks. it wasn't the blood of a werewolf that turned you after all, it was the saliva.
"still, hind sight is always twenty twenty isn't it Lupin?" he asked, his head tilted a little. "i suppose i can forget my anger over being abandoned for now, that i suppose isn't your fault, and this one here.." he kicked Severus's leg, who whimpered. "said you knew my parents. it was really the only useful information he gave me. the bastard nearly bit out his own tongue rather than take the Veritiserium." he smirked a little. "it's a shame i'm going to have to kill him." Sev just whimpered again and shook his head slowly. "please... god, please..." Severus whimpered, choking back a sob as Harry laughed in delight before ignoring Snape and Remus both as he turned his attention to the young woman. "DO NOT CALL HIM BOY!!!" Harry roared before taking a deep breath, calming himself. "his name, is Blake, and you will address him as such." Harry demanded before pondering. "tell Blake i will be there in a few moments... i must... dispose of this." he kicked Snape again who groaned and muttered another few broken pleads. Harry just grabbed the back of the chair and started dragging him out, Snape's eyes opening and looking at Lupin, the black eyes filled with a Terror that told the world he knew he was about to die. the door clicked shut and Remus was left all alone in a room with no escape.
Harry untied Snape, and with a few well placed spells, Harry had a split lip, a black eye, teeth marks imbedded in his neck and scratch marks all over his face and arms. more parts of the plan, now it would look as though Snape had managed to wrestle himself free. with that taken care of, and Snape on his way to Madam Pomfery and Dumbledore, Harry went to Blake, taking with him the thirteen journals, the two notebooks, and the many videotapes of Zach's 'studies'. "Blake." Harry chirped, looking ever so pleased as the healer gaped at Harry's wounds. "don't worry about me." Harry ordered, waving the doctor off. "they are necessary." he admitted simply as he set all the things down. "this is everything we found in Zach's room. when your feeling better i'll take you there as well, but for now you have to be content with the information here. you where damaged badly in that little torture session you had." he admitted softly. "many of your nerves are going to take a bit of time to heal so you'll only get these things if you promise to stay in bed." Harry ordered, extracting the promise from Blake before handing everything over. "Sev wanted me to tell you something as well, he would have come himself but there wasn't time." Harry admitted. "he hopes you settle well and that you recover, and promises that he'll come back as soon as he can ad teach you how to do that weird mental thing he does." he scowled a little. "i don't get it but he said you'd understand." he shrugged. "now, eat some food, rest, and read the journals... and here's an empty notebook to write in if you discover anything you need to write down. i have to go deal with a werewolf. i think he knows something about Zach." Harry admitted simply. "and i intend on finding out what."
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Lupin watched Hary interact with Snape, the man seeming like he was close to death already, looking worse than he had ever seen him before. Harry just seemed so...dark. Completely the opposite of his father. His mother couldn't even be seen in him, he was so broken and hurt from the abuse of his childhood. The hand landed on his face and he flinched slightly, expecting something different, gritting his teeth and growling as the nails dug deep into his skin.There it was. Yes, he knew Harry's parents, though what could he possibly tell him that Snape didn't know? Unless he wasn't talking. It would make sense. Snape hated James with every fiber of his being, partly because of the beatings he himself endured and partly because of his love for Lily. It was sad really, how much pain that Severus had endured, so similar to Harry and yet the boy couldn't see it, or Remus thought he couldn't see it.
The small woman shook with fright as she was yelled at, not daring to even speak until she was completely sure he was finished, bowing slightly "yes sir, I'm sorry my lord" she said softly and left quickly before he could grow any angrier. Lupin watched as Snape was dragged away, turning his head from the man looking so afraid. There was nothing he could do for him otherwise he would. It was times like these he wished he could change like Sirius was able to, then he might be of a little more help to him. They had never gotten along well but he still didn't want him to end up dead at the hands of the Boy-Who-Lived. It was a little while until Harry came back, dreading what he was going to do if Sev looked the way he did when Harry was done with him.
Blake was still arguing and pushing against the healers hands when Harry came in, turning when he heard his name, frowning "finally, this idiot wouldn't get me the journals and Ineedthem" he said plainly, looking at Harry "you look like shit, by the way" he said. His voice was coarse and it would be a while until he was fully recovered but at least he seemed to be in better spirits than before. "Oh, Harry, I'm alright" he protested, moving to take the journals and winced a little, leaning back again "fine, I promise I'll stay here if you'll come by when you can to talk to me, he's not very much fun" he admitted. The doctor had already left the room to give them room to talk freely. Blake looked at the leather-bound journals, turning them over in his hands "are they in order?" he asked, flipping the cover open on one to see if they were numbered.
He looked up at Harry again when Snape was mentioned, nodding at the fact he'd come back when he could. He knew he had to be back wherever he was to keep up the act of being on thier side, smiling as he was told Severus would teach him what he knew, finding it funny that Harry didn't know what it was or how to do it. He took the notebook and set it down beside him, frowning when he said he already had to go back. The urge to dive into the journals was strong but he wanted to talk to Harry more, feeling a sense of ease with him that he had only felt with Zach, even though Harry was tempermental Blake wasn't really scared of him. He pulled Harry to him and wrapped his arms around his chest, giving him a hug and closing his eyes for a moment "it's okay Harry, we'll figure it out." He told the boy gently.
"Please don't beat him up too badly, he really didn't do anything. He wasn't even in there half the time and he looked sick when he was. I think they were all too scared of the ugly man to try and fight him about it" he told Harry, looking into his eyes. "You don't need to yell at the girl either, and before you go yelling at her about telling me what you said, everyone could hear you. I think when you get really angry your magic gets really strong and it makes your voice really loud. She didn't know my name, she had only been here for a little while before Doc sent her down to you." Blake looked at Harry for a moment, his eyes kind and forgiving towards Harry and Harry alone. "Thank you for coming to get me and my stupid ass" he smiled a little and moved to kiss Harry on the cheek lightly. "Go find out what the werewolf knows, butgently, he may be more willing than you think." He was being uncharacteristically thoughtful and forgiving, thinking it was because of the hope that he would be able to show Harry and everyone else that Zach was a good man and hadn't done those things.
When Harry had left the room he opened the journals, finding the first book and flipping through it until he found where the coding started. They never used the very begining to keep it hidden better and sometimes had random strings of nothing in case someone could figure out the code. He found where it started 'If you're able to read this it means I am probably gone and you've been taken in by Adderstrike and hopefully Harry will still be King, he's a good one. I must have trusted you with everything to let you in and give up all my secrets. Good for you, you must be a keeper!' Blake laughed though tears were in his eyes as he read the words. Zach couldn't hardly stand being serious for too long, he had made Blake laugh sometimes until his stomach hurt. 'All right, here's the important part: you will be in danger. You were close to me, closer than anyone else and they'll use that against you. Harry is your best bet at staying alive.' Blake sighed and shook his head "Zach, what did you do?" he muttered softly and closed his eyes, his body taking advantage and pulling him into the sweet embrace of sleep.
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Harry snorted at Blake and shook his head. "you need to calm down." he ordered the other boy. "jeez, your going to give the doctor an Aneurism." he stated simply as he watched Blake. "you've thought of something?" he asked as he watched the other look through the journal. "yes, their numbered." he admitted. "i looked through them a little but... well it's all numbers and big words and i just don't understand any of it." he admitted with a small sigh. "i'll come and talk to you often and as soon as we're certain your not in danger of sliding back into Ill health we'll have you moved back into your own room so you can be more comfortable." Harry promised. "but you have to take anything the doctor orders you to. if i have to do it, so do you." he went completely still, frozen as he was hugged, as ridged as a statue as if he wasn't sure what was happening and he stared at Blake with wide, rather astonished eyes and blinked at Blake for a long moment before.
"...what was that?" he asked, looking rather baffled. "did you just... attack me?" he looked so stunned one almost wanted to laugh before you took into account that Harry didn't know what a hug was. "well, if it was, it was a piss poor one and just more evidence that you need more rest." Harry stated simply, loftily and with a superior sniff. he shook his head as he was chastised and he grimaced a little. "Boy is... what they called me." Harry explained. "i was already riled up and when i heard that i just... sort of exploded a little, i will apologize to her later." Harry promised Blake. "Remus is a werewolf you see, it was the day before the full moon so i don't think he had the strength, or the right mind, which is one of the reasons i kept him out of prison." he admitted simply. "he wasn't really in control of his own actions that night." he smiled at the other. "and of course i saved you, you are Adderstrike now, your Family, MY Family, and i will always protect my Family." he promised Blake before flinching at the kiss and pausing as he realized what it was and a bright red blush went across his cheeks and down his neck. he shook his head, stood up, hesitated a moment. "rest, Blake, i mean it. i don't want you falling into another coma..." and fled.
He went to Remus, looking a lot calmer and a lot more baffled and rather dazed as he walked in, shut the door and blinked at the werewolf for a long moment before approaching the other, gently setting his fingers on the others face and healing the marks he had left. "it was suggested to me that... torturing you was a.. bad decision." Harry admitted, looking rather sulky. "the boy you helped torture, has asked me not to hurt you." he admitted simply as he stepped back, crossed his arms and examined the other. "he said i might get more information if i was..." he wrinkled his nose. "Gentle." he made a small scoffing noise before grabbing a chair, dragging it over to Remus and sat down in front of the werewolf. "so, in the... wishes, of my newest Adderstrike, i will ask you a question, you will answer, and in return, you will be allowed to ask a question of your own." he decided, pondering. "it seams to me, as if you have bee looking for Adderstrike for a great deal of time." he admitted simply. "the man with the peg leg, Mad-Eye-Moody... a bit of a crappy name don't you think? he claimed that we slaughtered people of... yours. care to explain that interesting little detail? it must have been before the last few years, a previous Kings vendetta perhaps?" he mused, frowning a little. "i also desire to know everything you know about Zach and this... Josiah. i saw your eyes. you recognized the name. tell me what i want to know, i will give you information, and i will let you go without another injury." he smirked. "you might even be happy to know that the traitor, Severus, managed to escape with his life. i should never have untied him before i slit his throat, he had a bit more strength in him than i thought he did."
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Blake listened to the other without saying much at all, even though he had slept for so long this amount of being awake and verbal had already worn him out and he knew Harry was busy speaking with the werewolf and trying to help find out about Zach. If he was surprised Harry didn't know what a hug was he was even more surprised at his reaction to the kiss. It almost hurt his feelings before he realized Harry might not have ever had someone do this to him before. It almost broke his heart. It made him want to give even more attention and gentle displays of affection, something he was seriously lacking that wasn't difficult or time consuming and simply made someone feel better. Had Harry ever kissedanyone? It would be hard to believe that he had with his reaction to the one he had received.
The man flinched again when Harry touched his face, this time healing him, though this was more surprising than the last time. Wow, he was really serious. Who was this boy? A half hour ago Harry was stone-cold and unyielding yet after ten minutes with the boy he had given up his whole plan of action. What did Harry owe him to warrant him such influence over him? Was it debt or was it his emotions, something pointing towards this as he looked confused with himself as well as the other. Remus shook his head at the mention of Mad-eye "he is an imbecile and willing to punish anyone socially acceptable to try and frighten others into keeping them in line. We did lose a few a short while ago but we're certain that was due to death eaters and not Adderstrike, it was in a method that would suggest the dark lord."
"Zach...Zach was a strange one. His background was minute though he was extremely knowledgable. He was so interested in codes and secret messaging that it almost got him in trouble one time. He never did anything remarkable until Josiah came. I never liked him. He always seemed to be up to something and would stick his nose where it wouldn't belong. He obsessed over the Grindelwald incident. Wondered why we killed him instead of getting information first. Always talked about it. Soon Zach was the only one who would tell him to go away and he started acting strange, doing things that were completely out of character. Bodies were found in Zach's apartment though he swore up and down they weren't because of him. Before the ministry could get to him he was gone and Josiah fumed for days, weeks even, going on about how he left him there with such a mess and a half finished assignment. He would explain if someone asked him about it though."
Lupin nodded at the mention of Snape's escape, not actually caring that much. He was glad to know he hadn't been killed but the world would not have suffered a great loss losing him. "I have no issue telling someone the truth Harry. I'm sorry you've had the experiences that would warrant you to believe the worst in people. If you had been able to be with your parents, I would have given anything, as would Snape, to have that be your reality so that you might have known love and compassion. Would you also thank the....Blake for being so forgiving. I would not have expected that amount of kindness from one so young. I know what I did was wrong and I should be punished for that, it is not fair that I should get out of my punishment though I do not think anything you could do to me is worse than how I already feel. I do admire your cause Harry Potter. It is much more just and equal than the way magic has been set up for so long. The wealthy able to be overlooked while the poor are punished harshly for hardly anything." He stopped talking and waited for the boy to ask him something else, expecting many more questions to test his story and to get everything the wolf knew.
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Harry nodded a little. "codes, yes i remember him talking about Codes. he loved to make new ways to leave hidden messages..." he paused, his eyes flashing with sudden realization and he nodded. "that is why he wanted the journals... Blake knows the secrete codes... finally, we're getting some proper information." he muttered softly, almost eagerly. "i never thought that Zach could be capable of hurting children... he loved children, protected them with his life..." he muttered softly before shaking his head, rather amazed at how much information he was really getting. "Josiah was a member of the order?" he asked curiously. "we know about the Order of course, Adderstrike has orders to aid when possible. Voldemort is one of the worst kinds of bastards that exist, he's the top of the list on Adderstrike's 'shit list'... i have decided not to let this single incident... cloud my decision to continue to aid the Order." Harry admitted simply. "though i doubt we will be assisting Aurors anytime soon." he admitted, his eyes going hard and cold. clearly blaming moody and the stupid aurors who had let Moody get away with it. "an assignment... is Josiah still alive?" Harry asked hopefully. "i have a feeling that Zach might not have been the one to kill my children after all."
"you see, those boys you found where from here. they where Adderstrike, they where mine to protect and i failed them, and i must see that their deaths are avenged. whether that be killing this Josiah for his crimes against them, or listing Zach as a traitor, his name forever tarnished, their deaths WILL be avenged." he took a deep breath as Remus continued talking and he looked at th other. "i never knew my parents. wishing i ha lived with them is a pointless endeavor, one that can drive a person into despair, depression, and misery. i would have killed myself long ago if i had dwelt on such impossible things." he smiled a little. "in all honesty... i may have... 'accidentally' let Snape's hands free first on purpose." Harry admitted simply. "he risked his life getting Blake to safety... twice now. while i do have to keep order in this place, good deeds are always rewarded." he admitted simply. "Snape was rewarded with his life, though he does not know it. so i do know compassion, and i understand many kinds of love... they are just not at the same levels as you." Harry admitted simply. "your ministry is corrupt, and your school is only compounding the problem." Harry admitted simply as he took on a pondering look.
"that Snape... he told me some... interesting things." he muttered, looking at Remus. "he told me that i was 'Chosen', that i had a 'Destiny.' that i had a duty to the Wizarding world to destroy the Evil Voldemort.... what do you know about this? My Parents, i have always been told, died in a car crash when my father was driving drunk." he admitted, reaching up to trace the scar on his forehead. "that is where i got this. but from what few 'true' wizards i have met in the last week, this is not a true story. i want to know exactly who i am to you Magi and why you apparently looked for me after i was rescued from... 'Them'." apparently, the Dursley's didn't even warrant a name. "i also want to know why your people were looking for information on Adderstrike." he admitted simply, crossing is arms. he wondered if Remus would ever notice the truth spell that had been placed on the room before he'd even been dragged in there. so long as Remus told the truth, he might never even know.
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Lupin looked surprised "Blake understands it? We've spent weeks looking through his things after he left trying to figure out what it was talking about. We got nowhere" he said, guessing Harry hadn't gotten any further than they had with Zach's scribbles, nonsense, and random numbers. "Hewasa member, he left soon after Zach disappeared when he was asked questions about Zach's personal life and if they ever did anything together. He always acted kinda shady" he muttered. Harry didn't surprise him when he said they wouldn't be assisting the Aurors, he could have guessed that much. Harry seemed possessive over him enough as it was, something that didn't really fit with his personality. Harry seemed like he would be one to care about all of his charges but wouldn't let one get too close to him for fear of getting hurt like he had been in the past.
"I understand your need for justice, the mutilation of children is one of the most terrible things I can imagine and to have a mind capable of reasoning those actions would have to be broken, which Zach certainly was not." Lupin said softly. Remus didn't think that Harry dwelled on the fact that he should have been with his parents anymore but as a child you have the imagination and hope to have a better life, especially when your life was hell because your parents were dead. "Why would Snape risk his life for him? He isn't Severus's son or anything is he?" he asked, the action making Snape sound uncharacteristically generous and altruistic, something that didn't fit his personality at all. It would fit if there were something in it for him, like winning his life back from Potter for whatever their grievances had been before.
Lupin shifted in the chair a little, trying to re-situate himself a bit. He looked shocked and then almost angry "who told you that?" he asked sharply, sounding irritated. "There is no way your parents could have died in a fuckingcar crash" he said angrily, pissed that someone would even tell their son that, not even having the decency to tell him the truth. He was usually better about hiding his anger but for some reason he couldn't contain it, shocking himself a little. "Harry, your father was one of my best friends, I would have given my life for them in a heartbeat. They weren't in a car crash, they died trying to protect you from Voldemort." The werewolf paused, waiting for it to sink in before speaking again "There is a prophecy that you will be the one to finally kill the devil and he found out about it and resolved to kill you and eliminate the problem. He came to your house when you were still a baby, a man we called Wormtail ratting them out to the dark lord. He got to your father first, who was trying to protect you and Lily. Lily threw herself in front of the crib and he killed her as well. Their sacrifice did something and when Voldemort went to kill you as well the spell backfired on him, almost killing him, it should have, no one knows why it didn't.Thatnight was the night you got that scar."
"Serious is your Godfather and should have gotten you but was thrown in Azkaban for something he didn't do. I was the only one left and I couldn't take you or I would have. By the time we had managed to get Serious out you were already gone and though we looked for a while you had just disappeared without a trace." Remus hadn't tried lying to Harry yet, thinking after all this time he deserved the truth and he would try to ease any pain that he could in memory of his friend. "Serious would still want to meet you if you wanted. He would understand why you wouldn't though" he said, knowing he had to throw it out there for Black's sake. "We were looking for Adderstrike because there is a group of people who think that a group of wizards and witches, or those coming from magic, should be in the wizarding world and integrated into their society" he told him.
"I don't agree. I think our world is far too regulated and there could be a way to let magic and muggle and beast live without all of the homicide. However, I am aware that I am an idealist and prefer to see the better side in people even when the ugly side rears its head." Lupin's muscles were starting to ache with the awkward position they were in, trying to move a little though the ropes were tight enough to restrict almost all movement. "How did Blake come to be with Zach? He was never mentioned when he was at the Order, probably a good thing for his sake at the time, although they found him eventually. Poor boy. Terrible about his mother" he said, not even realizing that it was Adderstike that had gone through the city and killed so many child molesters and rapists and those who simply let it happen.
Blake was laying on his bed and flipping through some of the journals, just reading what Zach had written and touching his script. His handwriting had always been very nice, though there were places where it got sloppy, which wasn't like him at all, he had always stressed the importance of neat handwriting, spending more time looking over them until he found the double message within the first. Thank God for Zach and his riddles, saving his own skin after he was already gone. His eyes flicked upwards as he saw a few younger boys peeking his head inside the door, ducking as they saw Blake looking at them, hearing their soft whispers. He put the journal down "Doc isn't here if you want to come in and actually talk to me" he told them. One of the braver ones ventured inside and looked at him as if he were going to leap out of the bed and bite him.
"Did you really fight the Aurors?" The small boy asked, looking up at him nervously. "Sure did" he replied, the boy looking amazed and intimidated at the same time. He told him to climb up on the bed, carefully moving Zach's things to the side table that was overflowing with the journals, tapes, papers, and quills. Two others came out and wanted to climb up as well, sitting and looking at him like he was a different species or a story book character who had come to life. They were impoverished and beaten like he and Harry had been but their hope and bewilderment was still intact. "What did they do?" One asked "they tied me in a chair and used an unforgivable curse" he told them, one making a noise "but they aren't allowed to!" The point making Blake smile a little "I know, that's why he got in trouble afterwards." "What did they do it for?" The first boy asked, wondering if Blake had done something terrible for it "they thought I knew something about someone they were looking for" he said gently, "well why didn't they just ask you?" "I don't know, I guess they were just angry and didn't know what else to do." "That doesn't mean they can hurt you" "you're right, what is your name?" he asked the boy "M-a-x" he said proudly, Blake laughing a little for the first time in a long time.
"I'm Billy and this is Michael" the other said, pointing at the boy beside him "we're twins," he added as if the fact they looked exactly alike didn't give them away. "Well I'm Blake, and I don't really have any friends here so if you guys want to come by sometime you can" he told them as Doc was walking in "nope, boys it's getting late and you're going to miss curfew if you're down here and I am not taking the blame for it" he said firmly, the boys groaning but leaving quickly, Max waving as he left. "I don't want you moving around, you might hurt something worse and then you'll be stuck in here for even longer and I know you're already wanting out. I want you out" he said, laughing a little "and I mean that in the best way possible" he teased, Blake sighing as he laid back again, trying to keep himself awake for a little while in hope that Harry would come visit before he fell asleep again.
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Harry pondered that and then nodded "Snape has led a very hard life. he was Adderstrike once, though it was such a long time ago that any information he has on us now is obsolete." Harry admitted simply. "no doubt he saved Blake as a way in with the Adderstrike, or simply because Blake reminds him of himself... Snape is a bitter, bitter old man but who can blame him? his father was a bastard... if we hadn't rescued Severus, he would have died just like his mother, beaten to death. then there was that school of yours. hated by everyone, tormented by the people he called 'the Marauders' and betrayed by his only freind. Regulus as i recall, that life of pain drove him straight to the Dark Lord, who promised him power, and the strength he needed to keep going on in life. that is why Snape is no longer a member of Adderstrike, because he joined that sick bastard. the King at the time was most unhappy. he has redeemed himself though, i think, risking his life and sanity afterwords, and again now in his double agent role against the Dark Lord..."
"TheyTold me that. they told me my father was a drunkard and jobless and that my mother made her living as a whore." he admitted simply as he let Remus tell his tale, reaching up and stroking his scar. "no... not Harry... please not Harry... Take me instead..." Harry mumbled, his eyes fogging over a little as he realized that the strange 'Green Dream' wasn't really a dream. "fuck, it's pretty messed up i guess..." he muttered. "Sirius?" he asked rather curious before he stood up and drew a blade out of his pocket, playing with it for a moment "Adderstrike has many wizard, half wizard, and squiblings in our midst." he admitted simply. "many people here who have magic, never received letters from schools due to lack of magic. many where abandoned to the streets after their pureblood families kicked them out. most here are from Mundanes who simply didn't understand why their children where freaks, thought them demon or devil possessed or just unnatural. no one here owes the wizarding world anything, and we certainly will never be joining their...civilization." he said that with a sneer as he put the blade away.
"i don't actually know, i think Zach just picked Blake up off the street after he took off. he probobly didn't know Blake while he was still in the Order." he admitted, pondering a little before moving over to Lupin with the knife, and with a quick movement Remus's arms where free, and untied, though his legs remained tied to the chair as Harry slid his knife back into place, pondering what best to do now. "i will meet with your Order." he decided. "provided you do not get your silly government involved.... i have met a seer or two in my time.." in fact he knew one right now. "this sounds like a self fulfilling prophecy, i cannot simply ignore it and i certainly can't allow for Voldemort to continue hurting children and innocents." he muttered, pacing back and forth. "i will need Zach's things of course, all the journals he had... and a picture of this... Josiah as well. i will have him tracked down, whether Zach is innocent or not, i am certain this Josiah is involved. he hurt MY children, and therefor he will face MY law." he ordered Lupin before, with a twitch of his fingers, the werewolf's legs where also freed. "your Order, will come to me." Harry ordered, moving over to the door and shoving it open. "Annie!" in an instant there was a full grown woman there. "you will escort Mister Lupin out of the building, he is to be unharmed and unbound, he will need to find this place again. make sure his things are returned to him." Harry ordered, glancing at Lupin again. "you will bring this... Sirius with you. i wish to learn more about my parents." and with that, Harry was gone and Annie was leading Remus to the entrance of the battered up building, he was still on the ground floor. then he was simply left on the steps to find his own way home.
in the morning Harry was walking into the little hospital area with a plate of steaming food, gently settling it on Blake's lap. "how are you feeling this morning?" he asked, his head tilted before cutting straight to the chase. "we have new information." he admitted. "apparently Zach was not working alone, he was working with a man named Josiah, he is apparently a bit of a creeper. i have the feeling that he is the one who broke Adderstrike law and not Zach." there was a bit of hope in Harry's voice. "the werewolf, Remus, will be bringing over his journals and such that he left at the Order." there was a pause and then. "he had BETTER be bringing them in any case, it will be a pain in the ass if i have to get around that fidelious charm to get them myself. he will be bringing the Order here at one point, i don't know when, but when they are here, i will have you hidden where they won't be able to find you, with guards so they can't get anywhere near you." he promised, shaking his head a little. "did you find anything in the journals?"
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Lupin watched the knife appear, watching it warily. He had thought they were getting along just fine, Remus hadn't lied to the boy about anything so far. "I wouldn't expect for any of you to want to become part of our world. I personally wouldn't want to be in their system if I didn't have to be so I push the boundaries a bit, especially with the werewolf bit, the ministry isn't much a fan of that" he admitted to the boy. He stiffened a bit as Harry came closer, expecting something much worse than what he got. Sighing, his arms fell forward, his muscles complaining from the extended awkward angle they had been in. His fingers rubbed at the creases where the ropes had been, all the while looking at the golden boy.
"I'm sure they'll be more than willing to come and talk to you" he told him, especially now that they knew the King of Adderstrike was none other than Harry Potter himself. "There would be no need. They do not authorize our movements and we do not answer to them. I assume there are many who pretend we don't exist for their own peace of mind" he said, thinking of no reason good enough to tell the ministry about the group and their children who were being raised just fine. "I'll have to talk them into giving them up but sense we've had no luck deciphering them and you know someone who can I'm sure they'll compromise. They would probably like to know the contents of the journals in case something is relevant in solving things of our own."
Lupin glanced down as the binds were broken around his calves, waiting until it was clear he was done directly speaking to him, moving towards the door when he heard the boy speak again "of course, Harry" he responded, though the boy was already moving away from him. Remus tried nothing as he was walked out of the building, stepping out and the door slamming shut behind him. "Pleasant lot they are" the man muttered under his breath as he began walking, needing to know where this place was at so that he could apparate there later with the Order to meet with the King again as he had requested. The fact that Harry was still alive and breathing was astounding in itself, and not only was he alive but the King of an underground society for misplaced and mistreated children, taking care of the ones their society would rather forget about than try to help.
Blake smiled as Harry came in, sitting up a bit straighter and pulling his legs in closer to his torso. "Pretty good, I didn't sleep much last night, kept having nightmares." He said simply, tearing off a piece of toast and putting it into his mouth, laughing a little at Harry's straightforwardness. "Alright, no small talk this morning then" he teased, looking up at the other as he started talking about Zach not being alone, something he figured from the beginning. A look of recognition passed on his face and he ran a hand through his hair "hand me that journal right there, careful, no. over one, down. Yeah, that one!" He took the journal and started flipping through it as he began talking about Remus, glancing up at him and shaking his head at the others attitude about the whole thing.
"Wait....why do I have to be hidden away? I want to talk to them to. I actually know what are in these" he countered, closing the book and looking at Harry sternly as he was told he would be on the sidelines for this one. "What are they going to do Harry? They're in your territory and I'll be in a wheelchair or something so they'll feel bad for the cripple. And you'll be there. They wouldn't do anything against you" he told him, simply trying to convince him to give Blake his way. "Imighthave found something. It depends" he said stubbornly, looking into the green eyes with piercing blue. "I guess you'll never know" he added, putting a grape into his mouth and opening the journal again to the page he had just been at, reading with obvious understanding of what was on the page, just to irritate him. Blake may have been in pain but he still knew what he wanted and how to get it.
It wasn't that he wanted to defy Harry, he just wanted to hear first-hand what was going on without having to have it relayed to him through Harry. If he had a decent reason as to why it would actually be bad for him to be there then he would be much more accepting of the situation and Harry's wishes. "Well, Josiah is mentioned a couple times in this one, which is the first time he comes up. This is the third journal by the way. It really just mentions that he had just met the man and that he seemed to be somewhat of an extremest and didn't have very good coping skills when things didn't go exactly his way. 'Josiah went on for an hour about the fact that Remus hadn't let him go out looking for one of Grindelwald's followers. He's obsessed with the man. I swear he spends all his time reading and re-reading those papers on him, looking for a possibility that he could be alive and the Aurors had just missed him....' it keeps going a little from there but isn't really relevant.
He knew the name Grindelwald because Harry had mentioned it and he knew the initials from Zach's things so figured that was slightly important. He ate a little more of the bread and a bite of ham, not really hungry from the constant pain he was in. He had gotten used to it by this point, it was bearable until he tried to really do something, like get out of his bed to move the journals around so the doctor had taught him how to move things gently so he wouldn't have to get up anymore. Blake had been biting his lip nervously for a few moments before speaking "Harry? What am I supposed to do when we've figured this out? I've been with him for so long and doing this...it makes me feel like he's still around. What happens when it's over and he's really gone?" His voice cracked on the last syllable from the tears that were waiting to explode from him.
He hadn't really let himself think about the 'what-ifs' and he certainly wasn't going to show any kind of emotion before he had come, and it was only because of Harry that he was doing it now. He didn't know what it was about him, maybe his connection to Zach or the fact that he had literally saved him, but he felt so safe around him and he clung to it like it was air, not knowing if he could even handle being without it. Blake sniffed and wiped his eyes hastily, refusing even now to let himself dwell on those thoughts, knowing Zach would be pissed that he was sitting there crying like a baby instead of solving the puzzle that he had given him. "Um, thanks for the food Harry" he said softly though he hadn't really eaten much of it. "Oh, Harry, who is Voldemort?" he asked, remembering the name mentioned a couple times but not knowing who it was Zach was talking about. Honestly, for how long Zach had been with him he should have given Blake at least a short history of the wizarding world, at least a current history.
Harry stayed a little while longer before he had to leave and keep up with his duties of being King and though Blake would have preferred him stay longer he understood why he couldn't. About half an hour after he left the twins came back "Hey Blake! we brought another friend, do you care if he comes in?" Blake thought it would just be another kid so he said he didn't care, a boy walking in about his age, maybe a couple years older, tall, blonde with grey blue eyes anddazzlinglyattractive. "Hi" he squeaked out, blushing in emarrassment as the twins giggled and ran off. "I think they just set me up" he said, though he sounded fond of them, glad that his voice didn't betray him that time. "Yes, just a little bit, I'm a little ashamed I let them do it, to be honest" he said, smiling a brilliantly white smile. This man was beautiful, why was he even talking to him?
"They're mine actually, my brothers that is" he corrected quickly "I'm James, they were really excited that they got to talk to you, I could barely get them to go to sleep because they couldn't get over it" he said fondly. "Thanks, I hope they didn't bother you too much" he said, Blake shaking his head "No, they were fine. They're really cute" he added, a little saddened by the fact that he was only coming to apologize for his kid brothers. "It doesn't bother me really, they treat me like a superhero or something, makes me feel a little better about getting my ass handed to me" he laughed lightly, earning a light laugh from the other as well. "Who can blame you? They were grown men, it was unfair, Azkaban was too light a punishment" he said, leaning on the bed just a little. James ended up staying there most of the day talking to him, the two laughing and just talking about random stuff, actually really enjoying not talking about anything that mattered for once.
James stayed until Harry came back again in the evening, the blonde standing when Harry came into the room, making a slight bend at his waist before smiling at Blake and walking out. A light blush spread across his cheeks as he looked at Harry, trying not to feel guilty about having someone in his room. Why should he? It wasn't like they were doing anything, James probably had just gotten bored talking to the same people all the time and his brothers so he came to talk to him for a little while, probably also figuring since that Blake didn't know anyone he wouldn't have anyone to come and talk to him, because he wouldn't be talking to anyone unless Harry didn't come by.
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Harry grimaced as he was told Blake had nightmares. he understood, he had pretty viscous nightmares too, and they where going to be bad tonight, he knew it just from the story of his parents and Voldemort. he would have to set up silencing spells to make sure no one tried to wake him up. he'd put people in comas when they tried to do that, it was always an accident, but it wasn't something that Harry wanted to risk. "i'll leave a vial of some dreamless sleep here for you, you can't use it all the time, because you'll get a neu... noro... you'll go more than a little mad, but it will be alright for a day or two." he smirked when Blake openly 'defied' him, what a sneaky way to go about it. he had to chuckle when the other brought up decent point and nodded. "yes, fine you little brat." he complained with a roll of his eyes. "you can come with when they arrive, but i want you to stay in the wheelchair and ham it up. the guiltier these bastards feel the more they'll cough up." he admitted, looking very amused at how Blake had 'manipulated' him. "let me know when you get to the more... interesting parts alright?" Harry asked, his head tilted. "i know a lot of those words are private, and they should be for you only. all i need to know is if Zach is innocent, why he did it, and if Josiah helped."
he paused as Zach muttered about what he was going to do after and Harry set a hand on the others. "You'll do whatever the hell you want to Blake." he stated with a small smile. "you lost someone very close to you, so you'll grieve for him as you need to. and when the pain starts to hurt less you can start letting other people in again. make freinds, find connections, train in an art you find interesting. study, learn, and become someone who you want to be. you won't be alone, i'll be there with you, helping you, and so will others if you'll let them." Harry promised the other with a small smile before cringing. "Voldemort... Voldemort is a very sick bastard who is waging a war across magical Britain." he explained. "he kills, murders, tortures and rapes anyone he pleases and he's very powerful... i, recently gained some new information about him..." Harry admitted, reaching up and stroking his scar, closing his eyes. "he's in my dreams at night, sometimes." Harry admitted, his voice low, almost... frightened. he explained who Voldemort was in deeper depth now, and how he was connected to the man before he glanced at the clock and sighed, he had to leave and he hated to leave Blake alone...
he returned that night and then looked ever so pleased that James was there. "oh! James! i'm glad to see your making freinds..." he suddenly looked worried. "...where are the twins? their not getting into things are they!? who did you leave them with!?" he looked panicked and nearly fled the room in search of the two obvious troublemakers before he forced himself to calm down. "ok... clearly nothing has been blown up yet so they must be with Catherine...." Harry muttered, shaking his head as he turned to James again. "would you mind terribly getting Blake some food from the dinner?" he asked hopefully before grinning at Blake. "James is a great guy but those twins of his!" Harry complained. "i swear they want to bring the place down around our heads. they cause SO many explosions!" Harry complained as he sagged into a chair and closed his eyes. "so tired... can you beleive we had a cop in here wanting us to kill his boss for missing a promotion? honestly sometimes the human race sickens me..." Harry complained, scrubbing his eyes. "i'm glad you had someone here with you, i hate leaving you in here all alone..." he admitted. "on the plus side, your springing out early!" he admitted with an impish grin. "doc says that so long as you don't move too much, you can go back to your own room. it will be easier for you to get visitors that way. plus it will mean that if you need anything there's always someone right there to get it for you." he smirked a little. "Billy and Micheal seam to have taken a shine to you as well. maybe they'll teach you how to blow things up. their good at that."
he chuckled a little as he helped Blake into the wheelchair and gathered up all o the journals for Blake and carefully pushed him to his own room, where there where a couple of flowers from the twins and the other children and crudely drawn get well cards as well. "the kids here are sweet." Harry muttered, looking amused at all of the drawings as he helped Blake into bed and setting up a swinging table so that Blake wouldn't have to reach overly much to get to the journals, and then when he was done he could just push the table out of the way, as it swiveled on a long arm. it wouldn't take much longer for James to come with the requested food as Harry scrubbed his face with his hands, clearly tired, but in a rather good mood. "i'm going to go to bed, i'm exaughsted." Harry grumbled. "if you need anything Blake, there's a button here..." he explained, indicating a button on the side of the bed. "press that and Raze will come, only use if if you really need something though, alright? if you wake him up at three in the morning because you want a pencil, he's probobly going to strangle you. he might be an insomniac, but he does enjoy his down time." Harry admitted with a small chuckle. "you kids have fun, i'm going to go fall on my face for a while."
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James laughed a little at Harry's reaction and opened his mouth to speak, waiting for Harry to get done freaking out "they're with Catherine" he smiled, confirming Harry's thoughts. He knew the two were trouble so they had supervision about ninety percent of the time they were awake. James left to get Blake dinner as Harry had asked, going to Blake's room to wait for them since he knew Blake was going to be able to leave today. "It's okay, I've been busy lately so I haven't really noticed, I know you can't keep me company all day, it's fine" he assured the other. Now that he had someone to keep him company he didn't even really notice that Harry wasn't coming in all the time. Blake smiled widely at the news, glad that he wouldn't be staying in here for any longer. He held onto Harry as he was moved, groaning softly in pain as he settled into the chair.
James put Blake in the bed gently while Harry set up the journals and things, sitting back in the chair as Harry spoke, admitting his need for sleep before he left the two of them. James got up when Harry was gone, laying next to Blake closely, talking to him for a long time before James leaned in, kissing the dark haired male gently, Blake deepening it and eventually pulling away for air. They laid next to each other the whole night, the blonde getting up in the morning to get them both breakfast. He left Blake a note in case he woke up, getting there a little late and having to wait for a while to get them something. When he came back in the room he started talking, setting the trays down and shaking his shoulder gently "Blake, wake up" he said easily though the boy didn't stir. "Blake?" James checked to see if he was breathing, he was but they were short, shallow breaths.
His shirt was open and there were three marks on his chest, his wand in his lap as if he had done this to himself. James started hitting the 'call' button frantically, going out into the hallway and yelling for the man instead "Somebody go get Harry and Doc, NOW!" he yelled into the corridor, not caring who went but he wasn't planning on trying to move Blake while he was barely breathing as it was. "C'mon Blake, you're okay. Harry and the doc are coming and they'll make you feel so much better" James was talking though it was more for his sake than actually trying to talk to Blake. "It looks like he tried to hurt himself" he said when the men came in, looking down at Blake with a worried expression. "I was only gone for fifteen minutes" he muttered, feeling like crap that he had let this happen. It never even crossed his mind that Harry might suspect him since he had just admitted to being there all night and because of his protectiveness of the boy.
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Harry sighed as he realized that the twins where with the little baby Catherine. the baby was the only thing they wouldn't try to blow things up around, her or her mother, though Harry didn't want to test the Twins being around Emilia without Catherine to test that theory. Harry DID make sure the twins, and all the other children where sleeping before going to bed himself, not that he slept well. as expected he had horrible nightmares of red eyes, sadistic laughs women begging for mercy and flashes of green light. he groaned in the morning as someone pounded on the door and raced in, informing him that something was wrong with Blake. that was all Harry needed to hear, he didn't even bother getting dressed, he just raced along the halls in nothing but a pair of loose shorts, skidding into Blake's room just after the Doc did, hovering over Blaise before emerald eyes fixed on James. "Full assembly! i want the Sneekers to check every room, every area, anyone or anything that is not supposed to be here is to be put in a cell and watched at all times!" Harry knew that Blake would never do this to himself, not without clearing Zachs name... unless... unless he had found out something bad about Zach!?
he spun on his heel, racing through the halls and calling a 'Code Rat'. everyone knew what it meant, it meant that there was someone in the building who wasn't supposed to be there. the word spread and everyone started to rush about, doing as ordered. anyone who wasn't a 'sneaker' was rushed into the main room and counted, both number, nickname, name, and private password where taken one at a time in secrecy so that anyone using polyjuice or under the Imperious would be caught. all of them would be tested for the Obliviate charm. yes Harry was paranoid to the extreme, but this had saved him, and their people far too many times. once everyone was accounted for and cleared, and the Sneakers came up empty handed, Harry threw one of his ever so famous 'temper tantrums'. he trashed three rooms, and almost killed another man when he painstakingly asked Harry was he was so upset over a 'whore'... he was new. he marched into Blake's room, grabbed James by the Chin and forced their eyes to meat. this was one of Harry's 'fancy' tricks that he had been taught by Zach. it was a simple form of Legilemency. he couldn't read thoughts, or send images the way Zach or Snape could, and he couldn't make it not hurt, but it did the job. he forced his mind in through James feeble defenses and watched intently as the man wrote Blake a note and left to get breakfast, coming back up and seeing Blake damaged.
"Son of a bitch!" Harry hissed, releasing James and handing him the migraine reliever. it would take care of the pounding headache that Harry's intrusion had caused. "James, you are, as of this moment, never to leave Blake's side unless it is with ME and ME alone." he ordered. he knew from the memories he'd witnessed that James really, really liked Blake... and he was NOT jealous dammit! he couldn't touch Blake anyway, touch was... painful. it hurt in more ways than one and he couldn't be what Blake needed. Blake needed someone gentle and careful, Harry was rough, rude, crude, and violent. Blake was sweet and special, Harry was broken and a freak. he quickly shook those thoughts out of his head and started pacing. "i have a feeling that this has to do with Zach. Blake can understand the journals and i have a feeling that whatever Zach got into, it's a lot more dangerous than any of us realize and i think someone doesn't want us finding out what..." Harry muttered, chewing on his thumbnail now as he paced, not realizing he was doing his 'old bad habit' which the previous king had all but tried to beat out of him. too bad Harry had to gut the bastard with a parring knife.
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James heard the order for the full assembly and called a code rat and cringed a little. People were going to bepissedwhen they found out who it was called for. Many weren't fond of Blake to begin with because he was associated with Zach and since everyone believed he had slaughtered their friends they were not too willing to extend the olive branch of peace to the boy. James hadn't met Zach and didn't know any of the boys who had been killed and he didn't like making assumptions about a persons character before meeting them personally. 'Shit.' The sound of things crashing and being thrown around was audible through most of the level, then sounding as if it was turned on a person who must have said something Harry didn't take a liking to at the moment. Most everyone knew what Harry looked and acted like when he was already on edge, doing what he said quickly and without arguing or giving him an attitude with their facial expressions. James turned quickly, looking irritated before realizing that it was Harry, looking confused until he felt Harry pushing into his head. It was like pressing 'replay' in his head, going through the past couple hours in a matter of moments, a headache throbbing in his temples before Harry was even done. He was a little angry that Harry would even consider that he could do something to Blake though he really couldn't blame him after all. He swallowed the pill, feeling exposed after what Harry had seen. Obviously Harry wouldn't care since he wasn't interested in Blake that way but it still made him feel awkward.
He nodded when delegated to keep Blake company 24-7 for the foreseeable future, he hadn't planned on leaving him anyway but it was better that he didn't have to argue with Harry about it. The medicine immediately started easing the tension in his skull, looking down at Blake with a worried expression. He had already been through so much shit and even now, when he was supposedly in a place that was safe, he was being attacked and for what? Because he had loved a man who had gotten in deep with the wrong people. He was holding the boys hand, Doc had gone back to get some more things to keep him stable so they wouldn't have to move him into the infirmary. All of a sudden an image appeared in his mind that he knew wasn't his own doing. Blake's fingers twitched slightly and another image came, though this one was more like a video, seeing himself walking into the infirmary....wait....how could Blake possibly be doing this? What he didn't know was that Zach had taught him things like this, projecting your memories into someone else's mind was easier than trying to tell them things or look into their past actions. It wasn't as invasive and the receiver had to be open to accepting it. An image of Harry flashed into his mind, James turning to look at him "Harry, come here quick" he said, moving away slightly "hold his hand" he said, hoping that it would work for him so that he didn't look as if he were losing his mind.
Harry would fell a gentle nudging at his mind along with a small movement from Blake, letting him know it was him trying to get him to open up. He probably could've tried harder but he didn't know if he could stay conscious enough to do it. Once Harry let him in he would see through Blake's eyes after he had woken up and saw the note, a fleeting sense of happiness moving through him before his heart constricted, hearing a silencing spell and then hearing someone whisper 'imperio' behind him. Blake was freaking out on the inside now, fear enveloping him and closing his eyes as he lost control of his body and Harry could feel all of it. Blake had lifted his own wand to his chest and muttered the cruciatus spell, his body shaking though he couldn't scream or cry for help. He finally felt his body return to himself, sagging as he fought to keep his eyes open and see his attacker. The last thing he saw was a little brown mouse running from his room, not knowing if that would be helpful to Harry or not. James watched the two of them, rocking slightly in nervous anguish, not knowing what was going on or what Blake was showing him. Harry would know then what had happened, Blake needing him to know so he wouldn't think Blake had done it because of what he had read. He had heard everything between the two in his room, not knowing why he was still even aware of what was going on after the pain that he felt and continued to pulse through him.
By now, to the thanks of Harry and everyone rushing around, the man disguised as a mouse had already gone and was out of the building and apparated away from there. Blake groaned softly, pain crossing his face before he looked peaceful, his heart having stopped beating. Zach appeared in front of him. The pain had left and he was standing somewhere, looking around him. Everything was white and Zach smiled at him, holding his hand out to Blake. He took it and walked with him "Where are we at Zach?" he asked, the other smiling and not saying anything like he did sometimes. "I'm dead aren't I?" he asked, looking up at the other "yes, for right now you are" "what's that supposed to mean?" "Well I'd love to have you here with me but you have more to do first" he said gently, touching his face lightly. Blake closed his eyes at the touch and put his hand over the others. "I miss you so much" "I love you, too, Blake." Tears began running down the boys face and he shook his head "I'm not going back" he muttered adamantly "it just hurts too much." "Blake" Zach said more forcefully, giving him the more parental look "you're going back. Harry needs someone to find peace about me and find his softer side. He can do great things but his patience is lacking and for some reason he chooses to listen to you. I had tried but he didn't want to listen back then." Blake looked away from him, wanting to say that he didn't care, that Harry would manage without him. "He can't read the journals and you know it. What about James? He opened up toyou. He hadn't spoken to anyone besides his brothers, and Harry when he had to, inmonths. I'll see you again, don't worry love, you're not getting rid of me just yet" he teased, laughing lightly. "Just leave your mind open and good things will find their way in." With that farewell Blake was brought back to the pain, breathing in sharply as air flooded his lungs again, feeling someone beating on his chest "get thefuckoff of me" he groaned in pain, finding the strength to say that so they would quit stabbing him. James quit pushing down on Blake's chest when he spoke, obviously his heat was working again, a small smile on his face as Blake cursed at him. He could deal with that. He was not okay with him dying, however.
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Harry glanced at James, looking suspicious for a moment before taking Blake's hand, nearly snarling as he felt the touch to his mental barriers. he was very good at Occlumency, his barriers where so strong, not even Snape or Zach had been able to break them. he let the barriers drop, and swallowed thickly as he watched the scene in his own head, shuddering a little, arching as small cries of pain escaped his lips as he felt the pain that Blake had gone through. even Harry cried out under the Crucio.he jerked and gasped as he collapsed next to Blake, trembling violently as he shook his head, trying to figure out which was him and which was Blake. he had not liked that at all, no indeed he had not. it took him several moments to sort himself out enough to understand what was happening in reality, and by the time he did James was already acting. Harry didn't know CPR, so he just backed up into the corner where he was out of the way when the Doctor finally came. he had to laugh when Blake cursed and he stepped forward, gently taking the boy's hand. "i'm glad your safe." Harry whispered, his face a cool mask of indifference and calm, his voice unwavering... but Blake could see the emotions in Harry's emerald green eyes. the fear, terror, worry, hurt, and joy that Blake was really ok. Zach was right, for some reason Harry listened, and cared about Blake. "you rest Blake. the memory you showed me is helpful. James is going to stay right here with you so you won't be alone again. i promise." Harry muttered, sweeping Blake's hair away from his face ad kissing the others forehead before pulling James to the side and handed him a small silver pin.
"This will alert me if you are put under any compulsion, or controlling spells or substances. it will also alert me to your exact location in case something happens. if you need me at any point, rubbing the Pin will summon me." Harry explained giving James a stern look. "Blake is a very important boy James. protect him with your life. if anything happens, Blake is too important to loose." Harry didn't explain why Blake was so important though. and with that, Harry turned back to Blake. "i am going to have the Order here in the next few hours. i want you to rest as much as you can, when they come i will have James bring you down in a wheelchair, i don't want you exerting yourself in any way, understand?" he demanded, his tone firm and serious before nodding to himself and leaving, leading up to the roof with his Peregrine Falcon. not a common city bird, but he'd raised it since it had hatched out of an egg, ad it was more intelligent than any stupid old owl. plus Davon really knew how to make a Dramatic entrance and could see through Fidelious charms. he quickly wrote a letter to Remus Lupin and sent it off with his Falcon.
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in the Order Headquarters, Sirius was sitting with a cup of tea, listening to Remus report to the rest of the order what he had found out about Adderstrike. he had to admit, he was excited as hell to finally see his Godson, even if he was a homicidal maniac like Lupin was explaining. he had never stopped looking for Harry, not even when his would be first year came and went without any sign or response to the letter. he had already gathered up all of Zach's journals. he himself had rather liked Zach, the man understood him, understood that the world wasn't black and white, good and evil. that people could make bad decisions and still be good people. a lot of people here in the Order didn't understand that. personally he was just glad the creepy guy was gone, ugh, always talking about Grindelwald.
he nearly crawled out of his skin when a hunting cry filled the air and a diving falcon swooped into the room, raced around the room three times before landing on the back of a chair right in front of Remus, untied the letter from it's own leg, and proceeded to bite at anyone who tried to reach for the letter. only Remus could safely pick the letter up, and he would probobly not recognize the scrawled handwriting in emerald ink, though once he opened it, he would understand.
Remus Lupin
there has been a very unsettling indecent here at Adderstrike and i request your immediate presence. please bring anyone within your Order that you feel can be trusted with highly classified information, even under threat of torture or death. the young man who was with Zach during his death, has proven capable of reading Zach's coded journals, and as he was doing so, an Animagus slipped into Adderstrike and attempted to kill the young man. he succeeded, though we did manage to bring him back it was too close of a call to take anymore chances. i need those journals that the Order of yours has, the sooner the better. i have a feeling in my gut that Zach was either framed, or was forced to do the things he did, either by the 'thing' called Voldemort, or by the ministry that 'supposedly' has our 'best interests' in mind. please be sure to bring your Order Leader, as i wish to have words with him, and if available, Sirius Black would also be most welcome. he doesn't know it, but we have met before.
upon approaching Adderstrike, tell the doorman that 'The Sun beats down on the Adder' and you will be let in without delay and led right to me. please inform your people that you will be allowed to keep your wands and weapons, but that apparation, portkey, and house elf popping are nulled within Adderstrike. anyone with bad intentions will not be able to escape should they try anything deplorable.
Sincerly
Harry James Potter
King of Adderstrike.
P.S. tell one Severus Snape that within the Order of the Phoenix, his Vow and Oath is null and void. he will understand what i am talking about.
"what is it Moony?" Sirius asked hesitantly, the rest of the order silent as they stared at Remus, waiting for an answer. it wouldn't be long before they would be waiting at Adderstrike, being led through the halls where Harry was sitting on his throne, his emerald eyes blazing, the full arsenal of Adderstrike lining the walls with weapons drawn. whether gun, blade, or wand, even the smallest of pre teens was standing there, watching the order with deep distrust and worry, ready to immidiatly kill them all of they did anything stupid. James and Blake would be directly by Harry's side, Blake in his wheelchair with a House Elf directly in front of him, ready to pop Blake and James away in an instant. according to Harry, Blake was too important to risk in a firefight, even if he himself got cut down he would not risk Blake. his emerald eyes stared at the group that had been led in by the Doorman and a slow, almost sadistic smile spread across Harry's lips, it made Sirius shudder as he wondered just who Harry was imagining gutting.
"Welcome to Adderstrike, Order of the Phoenix. please, take a seat and we can begin." with that, chairs appeared, one for each of them, provided by the ever helpful House Elves of Adderstrike.
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Blake looked up at Harry and winced a little "I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean for you to feel it all. Zach taught me....I just...." He looked really torn up about it though Harry didn't seem to make a big deal about it at all. He squeezed the hand and looked up at Harry, see that he was trying to be so strong for Blake and everyone else on top of that. "Thank you, Harry" he said softly, and let a tired smile show on his face. He closed his eyes when he was kissed, letting go of his hand as he pulled away to talk to James. The blonde saw the kiss and though he tried to tell himself it meant nothing he knew Harry was closer to Blake and very protective of him and he knew what Harry had seen when he looked into his mind, the snippits of him and Blake and the feelings that James had for him. He stepped aside with Harry, giving Blake a smile. He kept watching to make sure he wasn't going to quit breathing again, trying to focus on Harry enough so he didn't seem disrespectful to his position and his leadership there at Adderstrike. James took the pin and pocketed it, not thinking that it looked that extraordinary though he supposed that was the beauty of the thing. He nodded when he was told that he had to protect Blake with his life. He would do it, but he wondered why Harry was so convinced that he was absolutely essential. He wasn't saying anything against Blake but Harry was willing to sacrifice himself and others to save this boy. What was he hiding?
James and Blake both watched as the King left and James moved to Blake's side "you should sleep" he said gently and saw the fear cross his eyes "don't worry, I'm going to be here the whole time. I'm not letting anything come near you again" he promised and kissed his knuckles lightly. Blake bit his lip a bit "will you hold me?" he asked of him softly, James nodding and ever so carefully maneuvering himself so that he wouldn't put any pressure on Blake since he knew he would still be tender and sore from the curse. Blake carefully snuggled into his arms and faced James' chest and though he thought it would take a while for him to fall asleep he was gone almost instantly. James simply held the boy, watching the room around him and keeping his arms around Blake. He didn't stir and it almost pained James to have to wake him at this point. "Blake, the Order is here. Are you still wanting to see them?" he asked him, he wasn't going to make him but he wasn't going to try and talk him out of it either. It was totally up to Blake. The boy yawned and blinked sleepily, kissing James' cheek before nodding and starting to move. He was picked up and carefully placed into the chair, James pushing him down the corridors after putting a blanket over Blake's legs. Blake was pale but his eyes were bright, clearly wanting to see what these people had to say. It spoke so much about his strength that he was able to recover from so much.
After Remus had read the letter and gotten the few he was bringing together they set off, speaking the message and were immediately led inside. They looked around at the young children, all pointing weapons at them. It was astounding actually that they had missed so many children with wizarding blood, even if half of them were muggles that would still be astounding. His eyes found Harry instantly, the throne he was sitting in wasn't much of a hiding spot, especially as he seemed to radiate power and anger to a sense. The boy beside him was definitely the boy they had tortured, a chill running through him as he looked at his emaciated body. He sat when ordered, not particularly wanting to be the one all the guns were pointed at. His eyes flicked to the few of them, wondering what Harry was really searching for from them. Dumbledore was there, a few seats down from Lupin, wondering what he would choose to say to Harry, the King of Adderstrike from the Leader of the Order. Granted, Albus meant the best at heart but sometimes he just went about it the wrong way. He was compulsive and said things sometimes that were helpful and other times you just wanted to hit him and make him give you a straightforward answer. He didn't think that Harry would go along with that all too well from what he had already gathered about him from their little chat.
Blake's elbow was on the armrest and his chin was in his open palm, looking at the few of them who had gathered to speak to Harry. It was impressive how Harry commanded attention in a room even though the few had come were fully grown adults, and one was even old looking, with a long beard and small glasses framing his eyes. His eyes moved over them, seeing Lupin and a spike of fear and rage constricting his heart for a moment but then he calmed, he was clearly protected here and there wouldn't be any way Harry would let him even be close if he thought he would be even remotely close to being hurt again. James didn't really have any emotions tied to the people, though he knew one of them had been in the room while Blake was being tortured, and that wasn't a big selling point with him in any way. He watched Blake's reactions, making sure that he could handle being here with these people and then in the middle of such a great room in front of every member of Adderstrike, a group who already didn't like him very much. He watched the old man, since everyone of them seemed to be waiting for either Harry or him to say something, though Dumbledore seemed to be watching Harry and the way he moved and the dominance that was clear over these children of his. He would be content to sit there for hours, just watching and listening, and since they were the guests he wouldn't speak until Harry had addressed them first since he wasn't aware of their social customs.
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Harry snorted a little. "i'm fine Blake, don't fret." Harry ordered firmly. "my mind is just very susceptible to such things. something about being mentally empathetic, i didn't get it." Harry stated with a wave of his hand. "i can handle a few mental upsets, it won't bother me any." Harry promised before heading into the place to ready for the Order. he watched them intently once they arrived, studying Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and the few others that had come with. his gaze was calculating and harsh, as if he was looking into their soul and had found them wanting in many manners. "So." Harry spoke only one word, but it was enough to have every single person's attention. even Sirius found himself completely unable to tear his attention away from his Godson, not that he'd been able to before. Sirius had suffered a great deal, he had seen many things, but never before had he ever felt... afraid, of someone the way he was afraid of Harry Potter. "So." Harry stated again, sweeping an arm around the room. "What do you think of our home gentlemen?" Harry asked, a smirk on his lips. "what do you think of the 'Gutter Boys' that you left behind, or simply forgot?" Sirius wisely said nothing, he knew the first attempt at making excuses would end in wounded pride, and damaged body parts.
"...Harry, Child..." Professor McGonagall attempted and Harry's eyes flashed. "Silence!" the single word was hissed so viciously that even Dumbledore snapped his mouth shut, and the rest of the room fidgeted, the people of Adderstrike where nervous when Harry used that tone of voice. It usually meant someone was about to be harmed. "Tell me, one of you, what you know about an Animagus that takes the form of a fat, brown, rat?" Sirius crowed before he could stop himself and found himself frozen by Emerald green eyes. he had half a thought to try and fortify his Occlumency shields before he realized that Harry wasn't using any Legilemency. "explain." Harry demanded again. "His name is Peter Pittegrew. a traitor, he works for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. it's his fault that... well that..." "that my parents are dead... yes, Remus Lupin explained to me about that..." Harry murmured, calming now that he was certain these people had nothing to do with Blake's second round of torture. "Peter Pittegrew slinked his way in here and attempted to assassinate Blake here." Sirius twitched, his eyes flicking in shock to Blake before moving his attention back to Harry. "i see you have brought the journals?" "y..yes, all of them that we could find..." Sirius managed to stammer, picking up the box that he had put all of the journals into. Harry just glanced at a single person and said man stepped forward, took the box away from Sirius, and left to put it in Blake's room to be protected by all sorts of guarding spells.
Harry was well aware that someone didn't want them finding out what Zach had to say. so Harry put his best warder on the job. now only Blake and Harry could even touch the books, they where fire, water, and spell proof and could not be summoned, or removed from Blake's rooms. perfectly safe. "Harry?... how many of these children are... are magical?" McGonagall asked, her voice horrified as Harry turned his gaze on to Dumbledore. "almost all of them. for every three Magi there is one Mundane." Harry explained. "though, they don't have the power thatYourMagi have. these people have... singular talents for the most part. many of them wandless, as you call it. they where kicked out of their homes for being f... strange. many of them where hurt, and abused, that is how i myself was inducted into Adderstrike... i hear i have YOU to thank for that, Albus Dumbledore." Harry stated, his eyes flashing again before he relaxed into his throne, studying them all again, his fingers tapping against the stone as he considered the best course of action to take. "there are several reasons why i called you here." Harry admitted simply. "the first has already been sorted out, i wished to make sure you where not responsible fo the Assassination attempt on Blake." his gaze swept around the room. "Blake is the only person who can translate Zach's journals. and the more i find out about what Zach was getting into, the more certain i am that he was, not only framed, but working in the interest of Adderstrike." whispers erupted around the room, the people of Adderstrike hissing in shock and amazement that maybe Zach wasn't a traitor after all. in almost an instant, Blake wasn't the leper of the community anymore.
"this brings me to the other reason why you are here. i have come across knowledge that the Dark Lord Voldemort..." he raised an eyebrow as many in the group before him flinched. "was once named Tom, Marvolo Riddle. who was taken in by Adderstrike as a child, and trained. he has turned this knowledge against us, and has broken Adderstrike Law." Harry stated, his voice firm and furious. "He will not be allowed to continue with his bloodbath. he will be stopped as it is Adderstrike's right, but unfortunately, most of the people here are not of a quality to be able to handle a man of such power and insanity. that is why i am calling in outside forces... you. i request a temporary... alliance, between us. we can help each other. i have an army of willing soldiers, able and happy to take out the Death eaters and any threat that might be posed against you. we even have people stationed in the ministry, your ministry, that can deflect attention away from you and your Order of the Phoenix. in return, you will provide proper teachers for the elders within Adderstrike, teachers who can teach us formal magic, so that we can teach and train the younger generations." and this proved that Harry wasn't just a homicidal maniac. like always, he had his people's honor and intelligence in mind. "you will be allowed to come and go as you please, but you will keep out of all areas that are not specifically this one, unless asked, or ordered by myself." he glanced at Blake, well aware the other didn't like the idea of the Order being there. "you will also never approach Blake, or James for any reason, unless invited by Blake himself. failure to comply to these orders will only lead to your death for being a sneak and a spy. do we have an accord?"
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Harry could command a room. That much was starkly evident to everyone in the room. Every soul hung on his every word and he knew he was the only one who even thought about correcting him or cutting him off mid-sentence. Hell, it seemed like he was the only one who would even refuse to listen to a direct order from him. Blake looked bored as the mention of the rat was brought up, staring at the others, his eyes harsh, wanting to see one of them react to the news. He knew the one who did it wouldn't have expected to have been seen by him. He should have been dead after the first curse and he was still breathing after three. One moved and his eyes narrowed on him, watching as he explained who he had seen. It was the same man who had betrayed Harry's parents? His eyes cut up at Harry and he made a small noise, feeling like he needed to say something but not really knowing how to go about it or how he would even word it so that it would make sense to other people. He turned it in his mind, trying to think about a way that he could tell Harry, unknowing if he wanted to share the information or keep it to himself. James was sitting beside Blake, his hand resting lightly on the wheel of Blake's chair, wondering what he was thinking about.
Blake leaned back into the chair and looked at James, letting a memory feed into his mind "'Zacharia, you've been far too kind, how can I ever repay you?' 'You can kill that piece of shit you call a master' 'I can't do that, Zach, you know that.' 'That's disappointing, Peter, though I've been waiting to do this for a while'" The memory ended with a bright flash of green light, looking very confused even though the others had already moved on and changed topics. The mention of the journals brought his attention back at lightning speed, his eyes remaining on the box as he watched someone move to take them from the stringy haired man and then moved from the room, Blake feeling anxious about someone else keeping track of them after he had been attacked because of them, not even knowing if someone had taken a book or ripped pages out. His heart constricted then,he hadn't even looked. Shit. He needed to see what had been taken, knowing there was something that he would have taken. He wouldn't risk his life to try and take Blake's. He was a nobody. Blake didn't know why everyone was pitching such a huge fit about so many of them being magical. He was a magi and all he could do that was helpful was to read the journals of his deceased lover to try and clear his name. Big whoop.
At Harry's mention of his name the eyes of the outsiders all turned to him, suddenly feeling very exposed. Some of them regarded him almost with a sense of awe and others with a hint of fear in their eyes. He managed to look indifferent to the attention the way he had been managing so well for his entire life since nobody had even cared until the past couple of years. On top of that Harry's revelation caused the entire room to break out into whispers, many were pointing at him and whispering to the ones beside them, some looking skeptical and others were intrigued. His eyes found James' who was so steady and unwavering there beside him, taking his hand, the blonde smiling a bit at the public display in front of everyone.Hmmmm. He very much liked Harry's proposed conditions for them. He would speak when he wanted to but then he wouldn't have to if he didn't want to, a win-win in his eyes. Dumbledore pushed his spectacles further onto the bridge of his nose, regarding Harry with a sense of wonder and a level of respect "The...." Blake cut him off and spoke up then, looking from Harry to the Order "I do believe killing is a little harsh, Harry. I think the Cruciatus would be much more appropriate, then you'llwishyou were dead" he said, completely serious about the matter.
Something needed to be fixed in his mind and this seemed like an opportune moments to implement it. Death was too quick, toopainless. No. Pain was a much better punishment. Pain until they were dead or until the wizard got bored. The Order looked astounded as he spoke. Snape had told them that he was a dark, arrogant bastard but he was always a little dramatic when it came to youth. Blake was alright having a reputation such as this, it made him much less approachable, which he favored. He was sure it was why James had decided to speak to him in the first place. If he had heard the stories he wouldn't have even passed in front of his door. Dumbledore looked at the dark-haired male and then up at Harry "we will accept the terms and strive to work together to be as beneficial as possible in ending the regime of Voldemort and to help your children as well. It would be an honor, Harry" he said, bordering on being a kiss-ass though it was pretty much just his personality. Blake's eyes focused on Severus, wanting for him to teach him Legillimency but not knowing if they could anytime soon though he doubted that Harry would let him anytime soon. In fact, his eyelids were already starting to droop a bit, leaning a bit more onto his hand holding his head up. James squeezed his hand to bring him back, looking at him as if asking if he wanted to go to bed in which Blake just shook his head.
James looked extremely pleased when the conversation ceased, standing to take Blake back to his room. Blake was already asleep by the time they were there and James smiled a bit as he lifted him and set him into the bed, pulling the blankets over him carefully. He waited for Harry to come in before he stood and looked at Harry "Blake showed me something while you were speaking with the Order. He didn't want to interrupt you then but he showed me" he said, looking at the other and waiting for him to force his way into his mind again, the always awkward fact that Harry knew his emotions towards Blake since they were fairly strong and obvious to begin with but since Harry was even more sensitive to those sorts of things. He honestly felt like shooting himself in the foot at that point before he wanted to show Harry anything more from his mind.
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Harry glanced at Blake and chuckled, he actually chuckled. the room fell silent in stunned amazement. Harry had never chuckled before, he smiled occasionally but... normally Harry was stoic, cold, uncaring and cruel. he was the best King they had ever had but he was so closed off to everyone, no one had ever found their way into his friendship, let alone his heart. "Blake, be reasonable, these people are not the ones that hurt you. besides, i have much better ways of dishing out pain than some silly curse." Harry assured the other. "rest assured anyone found where their not supposed to be, will be interrogated first." his eyes flicked to Snape who snorted, amused. he HAD warned the Order that these people where very dark and twisted, but they hadn't believed him. he had taken Dumbledore aside and explained that he had taken both an Oath, and a vow to keep Adderstrikes secretes. One that hadn't allowed him to even tell anyone that he had once been Adderstrike. he hadn't been able to explain much more than that, but he had no doubts that the Order would be questioning him later. he was just glad that Harry had given him permission to speak of it, the fake beating had been more of a play to win Voldemort's sympathy anyway.
"i am glad that we have reached an agreement." Harry admitted simply, "we try our best to teach the children, but most of our teachers are barely Magi at all. the power levels are low enough that they can only manage a few of the simpler spells. and most of the young Magi here will leave when they turn Eleven, to go to schools. only two or three will actually end up in Hogwarts." Harry admitted. "most are snatched up by the American or German schools." Harry explained. "they are given new, better lives there. a place where they can be placed with good wizarding families and get a new start on life. unfortunately we have no way of telling which children will go to schools, and which will be forgotten, so we have to train them as best as we can lest the magic that they do have boils over and causes... problems." Harry was all too willing to let Dumbledore kiss his ass. "now then, the boys will show you to the guest quarters, you can stay there for now or you can return to your own homes and beds." Harry stated as he stood up. "i must see to things before i speak to Snape and Black." Harry admitted simply as he paused. "please stay for at least an hour." he asked/ordered before he swept out of the room and down the stairs to check on Blake.
"Blake showed you something? i would look at it but i'm afraid my head is already killing me from that bit of Legilimency i already used. it is not something i'm good at, and the last thing i want is to put either of us in a Coma." Harry admitted with a shake of his head as he examined the contents of the box, nodding, pleased to see that everything had already been warded and protected. "describe to me what Blake showed you." Harry ordered, listening to James explain before he nodded. "so Zach knew Peter, and one of them tried to kill the other. obviously they both failed." Harry muttered, his eyes narrowed as he considered this. "stay here with Blake, i wish to ask this Sirius Black fellow about this Peter Pittigrew at more length. clearly there is much more to the story." he muttered. "i will have one of the house elves bring you food right away, your probobly starving and i'm sure Blake will be too when he wakes up." Harry murmured, examining James intently. "i am glad to see you opening again James." Harry admitted softly. "Blake will be good for you, and you for him." he assured the other. "just be aware that if you hurt him, i will dig your heart out with a spoon, no matter how much those Twins of yours love you." he warned before leaving James with Blake. honestly it was probobly those feelings that James had for Blake, that where the reason Harry was willing to leave Blake alone with him.
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Snape was well aware that Black looked ready to blow a gasket, and he had no doubt Lupin was too. he smirked a little to himself as Harry stalked off, all swirling robes and snapping hems. he cut an imposing figure, one that even Lucius Malfoy couldn't compare. "i am sure you are all wondering what that was all about." Snape stated calmly. "i am Adderstrike." he let the gasps and protests calm down. "i had to swear an Oath to never reveal anything about Adderstrike, not even that i was one, to 'outsiders' or 'prey' as many of the newer generation is fond of saying. i was taken in at the age of eight, after my Father had belted me with a strap so hard he bloodied my back." Sirius winced, shocked by that. "in Adderstrike, i learned to be a Spy and survive, i also learned my formidable Mental capabilities, and my potions skills." He admitted. "Adderstrike is a Family, a very close knit one and betrayal of Adderstrike is almost unheard of. not just because of the Oaths and the Vows that all members take upon leaving into the world, but also because it is nearly impossible for us to consider betraying our family... it would be like trying to betray our own child, or our favorite uncle. it simply isn't done, well not all that often anyway." "so you've been lying to us this whole time!?" Sirius asked, outraged as Snape simply nodded.
"of course i have. i am a Spy am i not? my main duty, and loyalty is to Adderstrike. my loyalty to the Order is second to that. above all else my loyalty is to my Family. after all i AM a Dark Wizard." Snape pointed out. "no amount of hatred towards Voldemort will ever make me Light. and when all is said and done, you Order are trying to demolish the Dark, instead of simply putting down the one bad clan. after all, do you slaughter all of the kneazles, simply because one bit you?" "well said Snape." Harry stated as he walked back into the room. "but your forgetting something. it is the bigotry and the hatred within the Wizarding World that creates all these 'Dark Lords'. the more the 'Light' tries to stamp them out, the more the 'Dark' is going to fight back." Harry stated with a smirk. "now then, i need information on Peter. as it turns out, he was speaking to Zach, who, as far as i can tell, was trying to get Peter to kill his Master, who i am assuming is the Bastard that is Riddle." "yes, Peter is one of Voldemort's men... you think that.. Zach was trying to find a way to stop, or even Kill Riddle?" Harry just nodded. "oh, and Snape? i want you to teach Blake about Legilimency. he is talented, very skilled and he needs a proper teacher. while i am a master at occlumency, my Legilimency... well it's not a good thing for me to do." Snape just snorted and agreed to teach 'the brat'. Harry didn't doubt that he was the only one to catch the slight affection in Snape's voice.
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James was fairly quiet after he had told Harry what Blake had showed him, not really sure that Harry was correct that one of them hadn't been killed. He couldn't put his finger on it, maybe it was Blake's own emotions about it but he didn't think Pettigrew was alive any longer. He didn't voice his thoughts though, not wanting to really discuss it especially since he knew Harry was only coming to check on Blake and then he would head back to talk with the Order for God knows how long. Harry started talking about him and James suddenly felt uncomfortable. He was used to being ignored and justthere, no one paying him any attention. His eyes flicked to Blake at the threat, most would think he was exaggerating but he wouldn't put it past Harry to actually do something like that. In his mind there was no possible way that he could hurt Blake, physically or emotionally, it just wasn't even feasible. With what had already happened he was glad that Harry had stationed more people to watch the halls and extra spells had been put on the room and overall to try and protect Blake. People were also more willing to help out than before since they weren't sure if Zach was a serial killer or if he had been used or framed.
Blake stirred a few minutes after Harry left and James was sitting in a chair next to him, the boy shifting and looking confused "where am I at?" "In your room. They were done talking so I brought you back" Blake nodded and blinked sleepily, only then realizing how tired he really was. "Why are you over there?" he asked, glaring at the chair as if it were some sort of disgusting bug. "I was going to let you take up the whole bed so you'd sleep better." Blake's facial expression told James exactly what he thought of that comment, causing James to laugh aloud "alright, alright. I'm coming,your highness" he teased, kissing his forehead before carefully laying beside him. Once settled Blake fell asleep again, James actually falling asleep as well with the sound of the gentle intake and release of air from Blake's lips. He woke up from the feeling of something against his lips, his eyes opening and seeing Blake close to him. He made a pleased noise and kissed him gently though Blake quickly deepened it and pushed his leg between the others, his knee rubbing against James. "Blake" he whispered softly, wanting more but if they kept going they wouldn't stop and Blake was in no shape to be doing that sort of thing. "What? Don't you want me?" "Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" His hand pushed against Blake's side fairly gently and he winced "that's why we're not doing that right now. Plus, I don't know if Harry's going to come in anytime soon" he said. Blake frowned at the sound of his name. "I don't care. He can go fuck himself" James looked stunned "why would you say that?"
A memory moved through his mind, a moment he had witnessed himself, Harry almost disregarding what Blake had said in the great room and saying the Cruciatus was a 'silly curse'. He could feel Blake's hurt, confusion, and anger at what he had said and the way he had been dismissed. "If he comes by tell him I don't want to talk to him, say I'm asleep or sick or something" he told James, the blonde nodding slightly. "For right now, at least. Only because you really don't feel good. You're going to have to talk to him though, you just are." Blake nodded and cuddled into James again, talking about different things quietly until he fell asleep again, James letting out a deep sigh. Hereallydid not want to get in the middle of the two men. It wouldn't go well for him and he knew it." The boy outside the door would tap softly, letting them know if Harry was coming. James got up when he heard the noise and stepped outside the room, leaving the door open partially "He doesn't want to talk to you right now. He's sleeping and he's not feeling too well from that 'silly curse' that was used against him." James wanted to bite his tongue out and die. He couldn't even believe he just said that, but he had to stick up for Blake and what he wanted. He was sure part of it was because he had felt the way Blake had when he heard Harry dismiss him.
Dumbledore had agreed to stay the night there, if nothing more than to observe what they could about the community hidden in plain sight. None of them could even believe Snape for a few moments although the more they thought about it the more they remembered little things that Snape had an excuse for, almosttoo goodof an excuse. Remus was clearly not all that surprised since he was aware of the way Harry had let him 'escape' from Adderstrike not all that long ago. "Is there anything else we can do tonight, Harry?" Lupin asked the boy. He didn't really want to just sit there idle and he especially wanted to be able to learn more about these children and be able to help them. He didn't know if it was the teacher side of him or the fact that he did care about children more than adults due to the fact that they were the future and they had a level of innocence that needed preserving. He assumed that Zach had taught the boy some level of Legilimency since Harry applauded him on his abilities and his affinity for the skill that was difficult for many and one simply didn't 'pick it up'. Snape loved that sort of thing, whether he liked the child or not. He liked the challenge and the ability of some children to have such an amazing skill in something so rare.
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Dumbledore was placed in a perfectly nice room, though not as nice as the ones downstairs, which the Order wasn't allowed to enter. Remus and Snape also had their rooms, though Snape's was downstairs with the rest of Adderstrike. he was feeling particularly pleased with himself, the order trusted him a lot more now that they realized he wasn't with the Dark Lord, but rather with Adderstrike. Harry turned to examine Lupin for a moment and then shook his head. "it is very late, and the young ones are in bed now." Harry stated simply. "tomorrow you can start lessons. the ones who are to take the lessons, know to be in the Throne Room as soon as breakfast has finished. you can teach them some magic then if you'd like." Harry assured the werewolf. "for now, sleep is on the agenda, we haven't gotten enough of it as it is." he himself had even less. "please make yourself at home." he indicated the room that Lupin would be staying in, a soft, warm bed and an attached bath, a bit dirty but well cozy. Sirius had one too, as he had stayed also, eager to share stories with Harry about the boys parents. "i will have someone come and wake you for breakfast." Harry assured the other before leaving to check on Blake.
he headed down the hall, blinking as the gaurd tapped on the door and blinked as James stepped out, his head tilted a little. "he doesn't feel well...." Concern and worry had flitted across harry's face before it was filled with mortification. "oh... oh my.." he swallowed thick, looking so guilty you almost wanted to wrap your arms around him and give him a tight hug. "i hadn't realized... i didn't mean to hurt him, i didn't mean to mock his pain..." Harry whispered, gripping his own arm tightly enough that you knew there would be a bruise there, but Harry would accept no comfort and James would know this. Harry had nearly bloodied himself in blame after Zach had left and they'd found the boys. it had taken three stunners and a sleeping hex to take Harry down and to make him stop clawing at himself. he swallowed thickly, glancing in the doorway at Blake and shuddered. "what did i do!?" Harry demanded before wheeling around and fleeing back up the hall, unable to handle his own emotions and the guilt that plagued him. this was a common occurrence really, and one that everyone at Adderstrike had seen, not that Harry would let anyone comfort him. the last man who had tried to give Harry a hug, had ended up in a great deal of pain with Harry screaming 'Don't touch me! don't you EVER touch me!' so people had long ago learned to never try to touch Harry, especially when he was in a mood.
no one saw him until morning, and he didn't try to go to Blake, instead he sent Snape down to give the boy lessons while he handled the Order, dark circles under his eyes. of course he snapped at anyone who tried to express concern over him, and even Sirius quickly shut up about how sickly Harry looked after two nights of no sleep. first because of the nightmares, and now because of feeling bad about hurting Blake. Harry had a need to punish himself, especially when there wasn't anyone else to punish him. he led Remus and the others down the stairs and into the Kitchen, Blake, James and Snape would be eating breakfast in Blake's room. the guards on duty would be getting food once their shift ended. Harry watched everyone eating with a critical eye, making sure that everyone had their fair share, and Sirius felt his heart clench as he realized that most of this food was probobly stolen, how else could they afford to feed so many? how many went hungry when they couldn't steal enough food? he glanced at Remus, and then looked down at his plate of scrambled eggs and toast and suddenly didn't feel all that hungry anymore.
Snape headed to Blake's rooms and stepped inside, lifting an eyebrow as he saw the mounds of eggs and toast that the house elves had provided for the three of them. "Good morning Blake, are you settling in well?" Snape asked, peeling off his outer robes and hanging them on the hook. "i have news for you, something i didn't want to spread around. Peter Pittegrew, the Rat animagus that attacked you is dead. apparently the Dark Lord, you know him as Voldemort, wanted Peter to kidnap you, not try to kill you. from what i understand, Peter was attempting to save his own ass, and it backfired." Snape admitted with a shake of his head. "i can't let it spread around because unfortunately, not even the other death Eaters know why Voldemort lost his temper." he admitted blinking at Blake before sighing. "you know that Harry didn't mean it, don't you? he knows full well what the Cruciatus does. he calls it a 'Silly curse' because he doesn't want people to know how very afraid of it he is." Snape stated simply. "his mental shields are very good, but my Legilemency is even better." Snape admitted with a proud little smirk. "Harry is very worried about you, he's fretting himself sick about his slight to your feelings. i dare say he nearly neutered Black this morning when the man commented on Harry's baggy eyes... is he always so... grouchy?" yes.
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Blake was in bed, awake but refusing to move as he heard James speak to Harry. He could hear the pain and confusion in his voice but a silent voice in his head cheered him on, a part of him wanting for Harry to know how much it had hurt. He didn't think that it would affect him the way he did. He expected him to sulk around a bit and then get over it, like most people would. Blake was chewing on a piece of toast, lying in James' lap and just talking with him when Snape walked in. He turned to look at the man, watching him as he began speaking. His eyes narrowed a bit, feeling better in the fact that Pettigrew was gone but worse because now Voldemort wanted him. Why the hell did he want him? It blew Blake's mind that people were getting so worked up abouthim. He was nothing special really. That was why he was so confused as to why Harry listened to him and everyone treated him as if he were some precious thing that needed to be watched and protected at all times. Sure, Harry would take care of any of his children but this level of precaution was just ridiculous.
"I'm doing fine. The beds are really nice. I've never had an actual mattress before" he muttered more to himself than to anyone else. Blake looked at Snape "what does Voldemort want with me? There's nothing that I can do that would benefit him" he said, taking a bite of eggs and then sipping on some water. He was still weak and didn't really feel like practicing with Severus right now but he knew that they might not have the time to put it off and wait till later. He didn't say anything about Harry's mood. He was still slightly upset about it and wasn't ready to say anything to him yet. He smirked a bit and nodded "always". Blake shifted around so that he was more comfortable, doing things with Snape for a couple hours before he was so completely exhausted that he simply couldn't stand to be awake for any longer, glad that Snape had left then. Blake slept until it was sometime early in the morning. It was bright enough to see and a few people would be moving around quietly. He had gotten a morning report, saying Harry looked even worse today than he had the day before.
Blake got up from the bed "Blake, what are you doing?" "I'm going to go beat some sense into that boy" "and you plan onwalkingthere?" "Yes, James. How else am I going to go?" "well a wheelchair for one, or crutches, or even a damn cane. I would prefer you not to pass out" he told him and got up quickly, beside Blake in a heartbeat. He ended up settling for crutches, still wanting to be able to move himself around. He led the way down to the kitchen, moving through the room, the conversations falling silent as they saw Blake, watching until he sat down next to Harry. "You look like shit Harry. I'm not really too hungry but when you're done you can come to my room, I'll have someone draw you up a map since you seem to have forgotten, and I'll fix your eyes up" he said, deciding that was all he had to say. James helped him up carefully and hushed silence fell upon the room again, Blake looking nowhere but in front of him. He laid back down in the bed when he got back, finding that he was winded from the effort. "I told you, but no, you had to be stubborn." James said more to himself, though the fondness in his voice was clear.
Blake watched the door open and Harry finally step into the room. "You look like a bloody mess." James got up, kissing Blake's temple and then moving outside. This was clearly between the two of them. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You've got to take care of all these kids. How are you supposed to do that if you aren't sleeping, or eating hardly. I mean, my god Harry. You'd think I'd died or something." Blake looked at him, taking a deep breath "I know you didn't mean it the way you said it but it doesn't mean it didn't hurt. It just felt like you weren't on my side and that what had happened...didn't hurt....so badly...." his voice faltered and he couldn't stop the tears from starting to run down his face. He hastily wiped the tears away, looking at the King. "I can't take that from you. Not when you've been so...different. You're always sokind, but that....you dismissing it like that, was worse than the curse" Blake watched the other, wondering what was going through his head and if he really cared anymore. "I can't take that Harry. I got too much of that with my mom" he admitted through a barely audible whisper, refusing to look at Harry then. He couldn't go through pain like that again.
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Snape sighed a little and shook his head. "i don't know exactly why he wants you, but i know that it has to do with Zach." Snape admitted. "fortunately, there where no journals left where Voldemort or the Death Eaters could collect them." Snape promised Blake. "with Peter dead, he won't dare send someone else in here to try and get you." Snape admitted simply. "your safe here, despite the momentary lack of safety, Harry really does care about your safety and health." and with that he was gone, leaving Blake to sleep. Harry looked over at Blake, looking shocked and worried as he was chewed out in front of almost all of Adderstrike, and a large chunk of the Order, who had brought a months worth of food with them. "I..." Harry tried to say before snapping his mouth shut as Blake simply got back to his feet and left, the King sighing a little as he stared at his food and shoved it over to the nearest person, letting them eat it instead. "i always look like a mess." Harry muttered as he slowly moved into the room. "and it's not just you thats doing this." he assured Blake. "though you being so upset is a good part of it, i'd still look like crap even if i hadn't fucked up." Harry admitted softly as he looked at Blake, letting the other speak before shifting nervously. he didn't like to see people cry, and with a jerky motion he gently patted the others knee, it was all the contact he could allow himself.
"Blake... your the strongest person i have ever known. i know exactly what the Cruciatus is capable of... i've seen it used, on so many people... i've seen what it does." he swallowed thickly. "it was put on me for ten seconds, and i was in bed for weeks after... it's actually why i gutted the previous King." he admitted softly. "i've seen people put under it, for minutes on end... and the life in their eyes.... breaks." he admitted softly. "i've seen it drive people so insane they can't even speak or recognize anything anymore..." he turned to look at Blake. "the Cruciatus is one of the only things that honestly scares me and... and when you... when you where put under it i honestly thought that i had failed you..." he admitted softly. "i know what i said was heartless and cruel, and i never meant to dismiss your pain, or your strength. i was simply trying to hide my own fer and weakness." he hesitated and then gently took the others hand, holding Blake's hand tightly. "Your ten times the man i am Blake, and i will never forget that and you never should either. the pain you are suffering now is real, and i will not let any one of those people forget it. particularly Lupin and Dumbledore. and i myself will never forget how close i came to loosing you." he stood up and fussed on Blake's pillow.
"now rest... Severus is in the process of making a potion for you and i want to watch him make it. it's supposed to heal the nerves inside your body and make the pain hurt less so you won't get so tired so easily. i know it's crap being stuck in bed all day..." he muttered, frowning in worry. "another way that your stronger than most. i'd have been bitching about being bored three days ago." he admitted, looking vaguely amused. "or probobly sooner..." he swallowed thickly. "i can't sleep you know... i have horrible nightmares and these... people, make it worse... i look like James... my blood father, apparently. but i have my mothers eyes, and now i can see them in my sleep, screaming as their killed..." he shuddered a little. "and then i see... Him, laying there, his eyes blank, staring at me, seeing me but not KNOWING me..." he swallowed thickly and shook his head, standing up before Blake could try to comfort him... if he tried anyway. "Blake... I will never let anyone hurt you again, even if i have to kill to do it." he promised before turning and blinking at Snape who was carrying a massive, steaming mug. "this is a bathing agent. it will help him while i'm making the potion." Snape explained, Harry going bright red.
"so i have to help him into the bath..." Snape snorted a little as he looked at Harry. "why does that notion bother you?" he asked, smirking a little. "Blake is a very handsome young man, you should be eager to strip him down and..." "You go too far! i'll punish you if you keep talking!" Harry hissed, Snape pausing as he stared at harry for a long moment. "AND STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!" Snape cringed and then turned his attention to Blake. "i will help you into the Bath." he stated simply, Harry still as red as a tomato. it was kid of funny that harry was so embarrassed, and clearly whatever Snape had seen had mortified the boy. "i'll go get you a change of clean clothes." Harry promised Blake, quickly fleeing, Snape snorting a little. "that boy is so afraid of affection it's almost sad." he muttered as he helped Blake to sit up, letting James do the actual undressing and settling into the warm water while Snape carefully poured in the contents of the Vial, filling the Tub with a potion that made Blake tingle all over in a pleasant way. he still hurt on the inside, but on the outside he was almost numb. as promised, Harry had brought clean, and comfortable clothes for when Blake was done with his bath. with that done, Harry had runes carved into the room, he couldn't actually stop the Cruciatus, but he could redirect it. now if someone tried using the curse again, it would be directed at the person who did it, even if said person was using Imperio to make someone else do it. so even if Blake was placed under Imperio again, the person who cast it would suffer instead of Blake. in theory anyway.
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If Harry hated watching someone cry Blake had him beat on how much hedespisedcrying in front of someone else. There was almost nothing he hated more than letting himself break down in front of somebody else and to look so weak and powerless. The pat on his knee made him crack a smile, a laugh awkwardly rising to his throat amidst the tears, looking at the other with a touch of sympathy. It almost pained him as he watched Harry speak about himself and grip his hand so tightly, so afraid himself. He had never though he would hear Harry Potter admit to being afraid of anything. Harry showed that vulnerability for a few moments before it was hidden yet again, tucked away to remain there for as long as he would be able to keep it there before it bubbled to the surface again. Blake's eyes blinked slowly, looking into Harry's brilliant green "Harry," his voice was gentle and he just looked at him with a gentleness Harry probably wasn't shown often enough. "You have nightmares because you careso muchthat it hurts. You distance everybody in the hope that somehow you won't feel anything but it doesn't stop you from caring about them and you'll still hurt because they won't know how much they mean to you and they won't think you cared for them because you wouldn't let them know. Take all that hurt and anger you've come to know so well and turn it into the compassion that you were never shown when you truly needed it." Blake's eyes stared unwaveringly at the other, opening his mouth to say something else to him when the door opened and Snape entered.
Blake looked at Harry, giving him a look that assured Harry they were not yet finished talking about the matter. Either Blake's mind was much more innocent than Harry's or he was just naive enough not to think anything of the 'bath agent' that Snape had brought in for him. He just looked at the cup with unrestrained interest, trying to see if it had a smell or anything. He hoped it didn't smell terrible. He didn't care how good it felt if it stuck like the devil. Harry's face was bright red when Blake looked at him again, not understanding what he was saying until Severus was teasing Harry and causing his own face to flush uncontrollably and even his mouth dropped open slightly. Blake looked slightly horrified and looked between them "um...no one will be helping me into the tub, thank you. I can handle a few moments of pain to save us all the inconvenience" he said, though when James came in and took him into the bathroom he shut the door behind them so they were alone. James began kissing him so gently at first, his fingertips brushing Blake's cheek and grazing along his high cheekbones. Their eyes were closed and James began to slowly undress Blake, pulling off his jacket and shirt, dropping it beside them before moving onto his trousers. Blake couldn't help that James was being so, ridiculously arousing at the moment that it was a little embarrassing, though James clearly didn't think anything of it, though in fact he was rather flattered. James didn't touch him except to lift him gently, carefully and set him into the warm water, smiling as he pulled away, slightly breathless. Blake looked slightly flushed and smiled at the other "okay, I like bath time" he teased the other, James laughing softly and kissing him again before letting Snape in.
Blake was well hidden in the murky water, making him feel much less exposed than he had expected to be. He watched as the liquid was added, waiting for something to change. He enjoyed the way hot water could relax your muscles and ease tension but this was amazing, giggling softly as it started tingling all of his nerves before it just went numb. A quarter of the pain had left him with that, Blake already feeling so much better than he had even moments ago. Harry, that poor boy, he just tried so hard and his feelings were so clear to practically everyone except for Blake and Harry, ironically. And it wasn't one-sided. Blake was participating as well though neither of them knew it. James chose not to see it because he was too happy with Blake to even think about losing him to the one who had saved his life in the first place. He couldn't image losing Blake to Harry. That would be such a crushing blow he didn't know if he would even be able to handle it. James just hoped that Harry's intentions were to protect the boy because he had been fond of Zach and wanted to clear his name and he would protect any Adderstike in a similar fashion. Severus had left to go and work on the edible half of the potion and Blake was starting to prune from the exposure to the water, leaving the boys to their own devices.
If Blake had enjoyed the entrance to the bath he was going to be in for a treat upon exiting. James had laid down two towels onto the floor and pulled Blake out and set him down gently, sitting down and leaning against the cabinets with Blake sitting between his legs. James' lips moved along Blake's skin, his lips, jaw, neck, up to his ear, an ever so quiet sigh escaping him. All the while there was a soft, warm towel in his hands, working his way along the others body to soak up the water from his tired, beaten body. Blake felt so loved, so taken care of, he didn't know if he had ever felt solovedin his entire life. Zach had loved him, that much he knew, and maybe Zach would have been different in other circumstances but James was just so patient and kind and gentle. James' hands had gotten down to the boys legs and Blake's hands brought the blonde's back up, only slightly. "Please, James" the boy whispered, a soft plea in his ear. James looked reluctant for a few moments before the towel was dropped. James pulled him even closer, kissing him as the free arm wrapped around his body, his other hand working the boy, working muffled moans or pleasure from his lips as he tried stifling the noise. His breathing got faster and his body arched against James before he relaxed, cuddling into the other and kissing him deeply. James looked pleased with himself as he dried and cleaned them up before helping Blake to get dressed again, almost wishing they could just leave him naked for a while.
James then helped the other out of the bathroom and into the bed, both of them hoping it wasn't too obvious as to what they had been doing. He just hoped that Harry wouldn't pull him out and yell at him or give him some speech about not having sex with Blake because of his current condition. He couldn't think of anything more embarrassing than that conversation. Blake was clearly already nearing his energy limit of the day, his eyes taking longer and longer to snap open after blinking, his body slowing and he started leaning into James more and more. Snape hadn't gotten back yet so he didn't know if he should be trying to stay awake or if it was okay for him just to fall asleep again, really wanting to do the latter and then be woken up with Snape decided to show up.
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Harry stared at Blake, clearly not understanding what the other was saying about compassion and anger and all those feelings. Harry worked very hard not to feel anything for anyone, yes he protected the children of Adderstrike but what good king wouldn't? he pretended not to notice the look that Blake shot him. Snape on the other hand, did notice and he lifted an eyebrow while he waited for Blake to be ready. "shut up Snape." Severus just smirked. "i didn't say a word My Lord." "AND DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Harry roared, storming back out of the room to deal with life on his own. he was tired of people trying to comfort him and crap, he just wanted to be left alone to wallow in his own, perfectly deserved misery. Harry and Snape where both smirking like idiots when James and Blake appeared and Harry helped settle Blake into bed, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he glanced around and then leaned forward to whisper in James ear. "Silencing spells, James... Silencing spells." and with that he skipped away, laughing his fool little head off, Snape snickering a little. "that mood altering potion i gave him really seams to be helping." he commented before either James or Blake could get worried about how strangely Harry was acting. "i got tired of him sulking. i'll be back in three hours with the other potion, you should sleep." Snape ordered Blake before sweeping out of the room to control Harry, who was talking very animatedly with Sirius, who looked a little baffled.
as promised, Snape returned three hours later with a glaring Harry, who looked about ready to murder. "you drugged me!" "you needed it." "but you Drugged me!" "you looked like your puppy died." "YOU DRUGGED ME!" "and you liked it." Harry just sputtered angily as Snape smirked and gently shook Blake awake, if he wasn't already, and helped the boy to drink his potion. it took a few moments, but soon the pain was mostly gone, he was still as weak as a kitten, but without the pain constantly draining him, he'd be on his feet and causing problems in no time. "are you feeling better Blake?" Harry asked, carefully checking Blake's temperature. "Sev says..." "DON'T CALL ME THAT" "that the potion and the curse can lower your immune system, so you'll probobly catch a cold or the flu or something equally nasty." Harry admitted, ignoring Snape completely. "you'll have to help me punish Snape later of course, i'm thinking a nice pink dress with pretty ribbons in his hair, what do you think?" Snape was sputtering in rage. "i can't just let him get away with drugging me after all or everyone will think to do it, and then mmph." he jerked, shocked as a spoon was shoved into his mouth, and then Harry drooped onto the bed with a sigh and went to sleep. "Dreamless Sleep, my greatest invention... he'll be pissed when he wakes up, but i won't be here to have to deal with it. goodbye." he chirped, leaving the room with a smirk on his lips. at least Blake could shove Harry onto, or off of the bed as he pleased now, since he wasn't hurting anymore.
in the morning, as expected Harry was in a right foul mood, and he was very intent on avoiding Blake. no matter where Blake went, if he went anywhere, Harry wasn't there. clearly Harry didn't want to continue that talk about... 'feelings'. yuck. he had even managed to miss dinner, though he had a proper excuse for that, as Sirius explained to Blake. apparently several of the Adderstrike went out on an unapproved mission and ended up getting arrested and Harry had to go down and smooth things over with the local PD. not a happy day for anyone involved. Blake even got the chance to see Harry dragging two fully grown men into Adderstrike, by the ears, giving them a tongue lashing that would have made Severus flush with envy. the grown men where sent to their rooms without supper like a couple of children and Harry huffed in annoyance as he looked at Blake. "what is it with adults and getting stupid as they get older? i mean honestly, stealing the prizes out of the cracker jack boxes in a convenience store!? i'd swear they'd been drunk if they hadn't been tested for Alcohol." he complained, sighing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "and to make matters worse, there are reports of Voldemort being on the move. apparently he's headed this way... we might have to move. that fuckin rat, he must have told Voldemort where we are... that's alright i suppose, we're overdue for a change of location anyway..."
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Blake was practically asleep by the time he hit the pillow, not hearing Harry talking or the slight blush that moved across James' face "I didn't exactly have my wand on me" he muttered from embarrassment. Although, on one level he honestly didn't care and was glad that Harry had heard them and would either spark jealousy or get him to lay off a little. Harry wasn't as flirty with everyone as he was with Blake, and that pissed James off a bit. It was a strange sight to see Harry skipping through the halls and making sing-song noises. He would have thought that Harry had lost his mind if Severus hadn't told him that he had drugged him. He almost preferred this Harry, he was so much more fun that how he usually was. James was half asleep with Blake when the two came in, Harry back to his normal agitated self and complaining about Snape the entire time. Blake woke, groaning as he sat up, still looking half asleep as he drank the potion from him. His eyes seemed to open more as he moved around, realizing that there wasn't anymore shooting pain in his limbs. "That's amazing" he muttered, looking at James with a smile. His good mood was practically contagious after seeing him bedridden and in pain for so long. Blake had almost forgotten what it felt like to be pain-free.
Harry was going on and on about something and Blake honestly didn't give a rats ass about their dumb little argument, glad when Harry was put on his ass for once, pushing him off of the bed. James dragged him out into the hall when Snape left, telling someone to take him back to his room and put him to bed. One of the first orders of business after Snape left was to put the silencing spells on the room and the next, due to Blake's sudden lack of pain, was to 'break in' the bed. They laid there together, smiles on both of their faces as they talked quietly, even though no one could hear them. They decided to redecorate then, Blake mentioning things he liked at James would make something work, the space looking much brighter and more modern than it had before. The next morning they went out, Blake glad that he didn't need the chair or even crutches, leaning on James slightly because his legs were weak, not from the pain. He kept looking for Harry, even walking around to try and find him, noticing that he happened to be everywhere he looked, right before Blake showed up. It ended up pissing him so badly that he just went back to his room and laid with James, putting in a movie though he couldn't pay attention well with the blonde running a hand through his hair and kissing his neck and their bodies pressed together.
When they went out towards the beginning of dinner they managed to watch as Harry drug a couple of men inside and sent them to their rooms as if they were five year olds caught with their hands in the cookie jar.Thatwas when Harry decided he was going to try and speak with Blake, the boy looking at Harry, clearly unamused. "They do seem to get more childish when they get older, avoiding someone all day so they don't have to talk to them or listen to their silly little problems. I'm glad we all grew out of that, it would be a real pain in the ass to have to worry about something like that now" he said annoyed, turning away from him, not giving a shit about Voldemort or any of it. He and James went and got food and took it back to their room, eating some while Blake pulled out some of the journals, flipping through them and muttering sometimes to himself. James was laid out behind him as it started getting later, Blake absentmindedly playing with his hair as he read through the journals, noting a couple pages that had been partially ripped out. Blake was growing less fond of Harry by the day with the little things he said and did, all it felt like was that Harry was either completely uninterested in him or that he was sick of him and couldn't figure out a better way to go about it. Well, Blake would just help him out and not have anything more to do with the cowardly 'King' of Adderstrike.
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Snape snickered a little at James Blush and smirked at Blake when he crowed his Potions amazement. "thank you, i'm glad that you approve. i developed this potion myself... unfortunately it can't bring people back when they've been tortured to insanity, but i am working on that." Snape admitted with a shake of his head. "Harry is even helping me, as much as he can. he actually prepared all of the ingredients for your potion. he's good with a knife." Snape admitted as he patted Blake's knee. "make sure to limit yourself. no double fucks alright? you'll pull something and i really don't want to have to come in here and heal that. wait at least a half an hour between fucks." and with that he was gone, laughing maniacally for getting both men to go bright red. not a very good bedside manner. the next day everyone was more than happy to be nice to Blake, with the information that Zach might not have been a traitor, everyone was eager to led Blake any assistance he needed to find out for sure. no one mentioned Harry though, sensing neither Blake nor James would appreciate it.
Harry watched Blake for a moment as the other yelled at him and his eyes narrowed. "the world revolves around you then does it!?" he demanded harshly. "ever think that maybe i just didn't want to talk about feelings like some little girl? or that maybe i've been running my ass around all day, fixing the structural damage before it collapsed on our heads? or that maybe i was drugged against my will and now have a migraine that could kill a hippogryph!? is EVERYTHING about YOU Blake!? your nothing but a spoiled little brat!" and with that, Harry was gone, slamming the door shut. while all of that had been true, they where just excuses. Harry was awkward, he was running away from the painful emotional agony that he had every time he realized that Blake didn't like him. James had taken Blake before Harry even had a chance, and that just wasn't fair. first his 'Baabaa', then his 'Unle Zach' and now Blake... was everyone Harry loved going to be taken away from him? he looked himself in his room, silenced it, and had himself a good cry. even he could cry, when he knew that he was going to be alone for the rest of his life. it was better for Blake this way, Harry would push him away, push him to James, they both deserved happiness after their crappy lives and the only thing Harry could give them was death and pain. he finally told someone to go check on Blake's progress with the journals, he didn't know who and he didn't care.
so, an hour and a half after the 'fight' Sirius Black was knocking on the door hessitantly asking permission to enter. once he had permission he stepped inside and blinked at the changed room with wide eyes. "wow, amazing. the lower levels are pretty awesome, and don't worry i have permission to be down here. one of the older dudes mind raped every corner of my soul so their pretty sure i'm harmless." he paused. "....actually, now that i think about it, i think i'm insulted!" he complained, grumbling and grouching. "anyway, i think the 'King' is having a mental breakdown or something because he sent me of all people to check on the journals and see if you had a chance to find out anything interesting... he didn't even recognize me when he told me to do it, which was weird, usually he looks at me with something like horror... i wonder why he's horrified of me? i don't stink do i?" typical Sirius. as always, completely insane. "so did you find out anything about Zach? i always liked the guy, he didn't look at me funny or make fun of me or anything, and he always loved to hear about the Marauders. i was pretty pissed when i found out that he'd been killed by Death Eaters... Snape came and told us... neglected to mention that he had you though, a good thing i guess, considering what that bastard peg leg did to you." he paused for a moment and then. "so, anything new?" at least everyone already knew that Sirius was a little bit insane.
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Blake looked surprised, confused and then angry as Harry yelled at him. It felt like his chest was being crushed as he watched him leave, taking him a few moments to catch up to what had happened. He looked so lost and his mood plummeted, going back to his room with James but saying nothing. He remained silent even when they heard the knock on the door, James speaking up and telling him that he could come in. James watched Blake as Sirius just went on and on and on. He clearly wasn't interested and even cringed a little when he heard Black refer to Harry as the 'King'. He finally shut the book and set it down, turning slowly to look at Sirius "ifHarrywants to know so badly he can walk his own ass down here and ask me himself. I am not relaying him messages through you or anyone else so you can get the fuck out of my room and LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Blake yelled, looking more angry than he ever had. "James. Please leave. I just need to be by myself for a little while" he said, Blake looking hesitant before leaving him alone. Once he was finally by himself he pitched a temper tantrum that would have rivaled Harry if anyone had been able to hear it. Thankfully no one could.
People tried getting him to let them in, especially James, and Blake only yelled at them to go away, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He let out a heavy sigh and waited for it to get dark, grabbing a few things and muttering a spell he had found in Zach's writing for temporary invisibility. He managed to get through the halls and out the door without getting caught, inhaling deeply with the fresh, night air. He had left all the journals, the borrowed clothes, and a note, asking for them not to follow him and just let him be. What happened would happen, even if it was his own death. He wandered around for a while before he went and found his one childhood friend, deciding to see if she would let him stay with her for a few days which she, of course, had no issue with.
By the time James had had enough and forced his way into the room Blame was long gone, freaking out and looking for something that let him know where the other was at, finding the note and going straight to Harry "How can you not pull your head out of your ass long enough to realize how much he fucking cares for you? All you do is bitch and moan because you were abused as a child and you've got no one. Well guess what! Neither does half of us here, and neither does Blake! That boy craves your attention and approval no matter how much I'm there with him. I hate you because you just keep pushing him away and hurting him more and more and he just shuts down. So THIS is all your fault" he yelled, shoving the paper into his chest and turning around. "Don't worry about kicking me out cause I'm leaving to go find him andmaybeI'll be able to talk some sense into him!" James was absolutely fuming and he wouldn't be surprised if Harry jumped on his ass right then and beat the shut out of him but he didnt care. He needed to hear it and realize what he was doing to Blake, who he supposedly cared so much about.
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Sirius jumped, looking confused and upset that he was being yelled at. "hey! don't shoot the messenger!" he complained as he fled, not about to deal with a hormonal teenager. Sirius hid with Remus for the rest of the night, complaining about how insane the people of Adderstrike where, not that he was one to talk. Harry turned to blink at James for a long moment and then. "i don't give a shit about my abuse." Harry hissed, his hand reaching out and grabbing James sleeve. it was the first willing contact Harry had ever initiated, aside from the pat to Blake's knee. "Blake... he looks so much like Tommy... but he acts so much like my Baabaa..." Harry shuddered a little. "you don't know this, you came after i was King..." he swallowed thickly. "everyone i like, everyone i love, dies. it's a curse... i have to keep him away, so i don't hurt him... i have to keep you, and Sirius, and Blake away so you don't suffer even more... it hurts... so much, but i have to be strong..." he swallowed thickly and then stood up taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes. "i'll help you find him." he muttered. "he won't want to talk to me but i can at least track him." he muttered, glancing at James. "maybe your right... i thought that pushing him away would protect him but... i'm just hurting him..." he swallowed again, shook his head, and right before James eyes, Harry James Potter turned into a massive black wolf with emerald eyes.
he moved immidiatly down the stairs to Blake's room where he got the scent and started trotting through the street, his nose to the ground. people where wary of such a big 'dog' but no one did anything, and Harry was only faintly aware of the fact that he had, at some point, lost James. Harry loved having such a good nose, it led him straight to the door where Blake had ducked into. he changed back into Harry and closed his eyes, hesitating before he knocked on the door, hoping that Blake would talk to him. he couldn't beleive how stupid he had been, but then, he'd always been stupid when it came to Tommy, and apparently when it came to Blake. he wished his Baabaa was still around, still sane. then myabe none of this would have happened. "Blake?... i came to apologize... please open the door. i didn't mean the shitty things i sais i was just..." he sighed. "i was a dick, Blake... and i was trying to push you away so that you wouldn't know... wouldn't see... i was pushing you away because seeing you hurts, deep inside for reasons that... that you can't even imagine... please open the door... i won't try to push you away anymore and James will kick my ass if i don't come back with you..." there was a pause and then a snort. "oh god, i can't beleive i'm actually afraid of James of all people... oh well, it can't be helped i guess..." there was a pause and then. "i'll take you out for Ice Cream? and tell you why i'm such a Dick when it comes to you? it's not a very nice story but.... at least maybe then you'll understand why i'm such a fucked up guy?"
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James felt the grip on his sleeve and he froze, his jaw clenching with anger. He didn't want for Harry to help him find the boy, he wanted to go and find Blake himself so maybe he would just forget about Harry altogether and be happy with him. He didn't think Blake was intentionally using him or hurting him but it was clear even to him how Blake felt about Harry and it would stay that way until they were together or Harry hurt him enough that he couldn't stand to be around him anymore and James couldn't just sit by and watch that happen. He cared about Blake too much and he knew that if he was pushed that far he would be broken. He couldn't handle losing someone else he wanted in his life. It would very likely break him in two. He finally turned around to look at him as he finished talking and then became a wolf. James' eyes were huge and his mouth was open slightly as he looked at it...Harry....or whatever the hell it was. He attempted to follow Harry for a while but he just moved too fast, James cursing him even after he was out of earshot. He kept going in Harry's general direction for a little while, he knew his way around these parts so he would be able to find his way back. He couldn't find him, swearing softly to himself as he kicked rocks and cans on his way back to the building. In a flash of smoke a man appeared in front of him and looked at him, he had long, blonde hair and a cane with a snake's head as the handle. "Have you seen my Blake? I've been looking and can't find him anywhere" "Fuck off." All of a sudden the tip of a wand was pushed against his carotid, swallowing thickly as he looked up at the male. "I think you'd prefer to keep your head, wouldn't you?" He asked, his tone almost sickly sweet and James nodding a bit. "Good. Now, I want you to givethisto that little King of yours so he understands where we're at. We'll be in touch" he told him, a dark smile on his face as he looked down at James, disappearing. James took of running, not stopping until he was safely inside the walls of Adderstrike, going to find Snape and Remus, telling them everything.
He pulled a little piece of paper out of his pocket and flattened it, showing it to Snape, the writing in a curly script Snape would instantly recognize.'Dear, dear boy. You've got something that belongs to me. You see, you've got my son. You've been calling him Blake but that's not the name we chose for him. You've been using his muggle name. His mother and I named him Draco before he was stolen from us. Just ask Snape, yes, I know he's with you but assure him the Dark Lord does not. Snape will agree, he looks like me besides his wretched black hair. His personality is even like mine, Severus will agree completely with that. His magic is strong, pureblooded. Give him to us or I will be forced to come and get him myself. And I won't be alone. -Lucius Malfoy'James didn't know what any of it really meant besides the fact that it was bad. He looked at Snape, hoping that he would be some source of understanding as James was completely clueless.
After Harry knocked on the door a woman opened it. She was short thing, thin, with spiky red hair and a lip ring. She looked back into the apartment as Harry started talking, obviously looking to see if Blake was going to come to the door or not. She didn't stop him because Blake hadn't told her what was going on and why he was there so she wanted to see who this boy was and why he was such a dick and needed to apologize and get Blake....ice cream? That was hysterical. "God Blake! Iknewyou were gay!" she said, laughing as he popped his head around the corner to look at Harry. He still looked angry, though he was obviously more hurt than angry. "You are too so what's the difference?" he shot back at her affectionately, causing her to laugh. "He's cute Blake. One to ten?" She asked him, looking more serious. He wrinkled his nose as if he were thinking and then "about an eight and a half." She turned and hit Harry's arm "you fucker! I shouldn't have even opened the door!" She looked angry and protective of Blake, almost like a big sister and that was pretty much how Blake thought of her. She looked Harry up and down and then glanced back at Blake "who's James?" "He's like Zach" "a pedophile?" "he's dead, so shut up" "sorry Blake, I know how much you liked him" "I know" "is he too" "Harry? Yeah, he is" "weird. Prove it" she added, turning to Harry. Blake rolled his eyes and looked at Harry "she wants you to do magic" he groaned, feeling like an idiot. He could only imagine how Harry was feeling. After a few more minutes he grabbed his coat and just walked out, the girl laughing "finally, I was almost running out of things to ask him about" Blake looked back at her "see you later, Selene."
Blake was hesitant to speak, still not very happy with Harry. He hadn't decided to come back yet. He could just stay with Selene and he'd be just fine without all of them and magic, he'd just give it up and have a normal life. He didn't want to forgive Harry. He wanted to just be immune to him and be able to ignore him without feeling anything but somehow he just managed to rope Blake in every time he did something stupid and made Blake fall for him all over again. It was why he had gotten with James in the first place. He had reached out to Harry and he had shut down and hadn't reciprocated in the slightest and Blake couldn't make Harry like him. "There's no excuse for you to treat me the way you have. I've lost people, too, Harry. I still manage to act like a decent human being and try to forgive and talk to people. People die. It happens. Whether you love them or not has nothing to do with it. Loving them makes it easier to deal with their death because then at least you know that you shared something special with them and you won't regret not doing something with them. I'm not going to continue trying to have some sort of relationship with you when all you do is hurt me and push me away. I just can't deal with that anymore." He looked at Harry, almost scared of what he was going to say. It was different deciding in your mind that someone was done with you and then actually having the person say they were done with you. It was much more final than your own imagination trying to protect you.
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Sirius gripped the letter tightly, his hand shaking as he shook his head. "fuck... Blake is that bastards son! there's no fucking way! Lucius is Lying!" "there's a way to be sure." Snape was there as well, Snape was always there when something interesting was happening. "Blake does have the features of a Malfoy, and the Attitude but i have deep doubts that Lucius would have allowed a child of his to grow up in the Muggle world. he's an ass but even he would not allow for some muggle man to... do such things to his spawn... i can however cast a spell and use a potion to determine Blake's parentage, complete with names, and blood statuses. Purebloods often use it to determine if someone can be hired in a certain level within the Ministry." "and what do we do if the boy IS Lucius's Spawn!? we can't give Blake to that bastard!" "and we won't." Snape assured Sirius. "i didn't risk my life saving him, just to turn him over to the enemy. and Harry won't allow for it either, he's stronger than Lucius gives him credit for. i've never met a boy so skilled in occlumency that he can hide his own magic, but Harry can... Harry is even stronger than Albus is... he's untrained though, he needs to be taught." "then we'll teach him... does Harry even have a wand?" not that anyone in Adderstrike had ever seen. "Stolen though... do you suppose Lucius is telling the truth? that Blake was kidnapped as a baby? it's nearly impossible really. most Purebloods place blood trackers on their offspring... even i had one and my mother hated me!" Sirius admitted with a shake of his head.
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Harry blinked as a woman answered the door, looking stunned as he blinked at her, he didn't even wince when she struck him, he just took it, and accepted it as part of his punishment. "hey! Zach wasn't a pedophile! Blake is just irresistible!" Harry protested, defending his uncle before snorting as he flipped his wrist and used a summoning spell to call a vase into his hand. "satisfied?" he asked looking amused. "i'd do something else but the only other magic i know is destructive and or deadly." he admitted, handing her the vase back. "there is never an excuse... but i do have the fact that i was driven insane when i was twelve in my defense... i'm not... good with people and i... well frankly, i'm a bitter idiot." Harry admitted sighing a little. "when i was Six, Zach and another man named Arnold rescued me from the Drusley's. i was a broken child, as all people in Adderstrike are... it's what happened... after Adderstrike though, that... well that broke me beyond repair." Harry admitted softly. "Arnold became my Baabaa... that's 'father' in some weird language that he kept trying to teach me. i'm just not smart enough for that many words. i can barley understand English sometimes." Harry admitted, glancing at the other before heading to a muggle Ice-Cream shop.
"Arnold and Zach taught me pretty much everything i know. the previous King, Thompson, was an angry, bitter man, and his Son Tommy, was being groomed to be the next King. Baabaa and i, where the closest thing to Family that Tommy ever had, i loved Tommy and Baabaa and Zach like i've never loved anyone before you." Harry admitted softly. "you look like him... like Tommy..." he admitted softly, swallowing thickly. "when i was ten i did something stupid..." he admitted softly. "i declared my love for Tommy, and... well we got.. intimate. we where too young for sex but we... explored... a little too much apparently because Thomas found out. he held me under the Crucio for so long that... that i forgot Tommy... for a year i FORGOT him.... i would look at him and i didn't know who he was. i only came back, when i saw Baabaa being tortured. Thomas had told Baabaa to kill me, because 'i was useless'... i was also helpless... Baabaa is still in the Adderstrike you know... he was held under Crucio for almost ten minutes... he wont ever come back. he looks at me and he doesn't know me. Tommy was upset, but i remembered him now... i killed Thomas. gutted him like a fish and..." he swallowed thickly. "and Tommy died two days later from a wound i had accidentally afflicted onto him. i kill everyone i love, even Zach... if i had just noticed he was sick, or stressed, or something, anything maybe he wouldn't have died..." he shook his head and shoved his hands in his pocket. "after that day, i have worked very hard to be a good king, and to never love, or touch anyone again." Christ, no wonder Harry was fucked up. to have a Father who didn't know you, to have been tortured to that level of insanity, to have killed your own lover... "i pushed you away... because... like Tommy your too perfect for something like me... and like Tommy, eventually i will be your death..." he paused and looked up from where he'd been stabbing his sundae. "do you want my ice-cream? i forgot how much i hate this stuff..." he admitted, making a face at the frozen treat.
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Blake had blushed slight at the fact that apparently he was 'irresistible'. He didn't speak much as he listened to Harry explain everything, taking Harry's hand and weaving his fingers with the others. He held onto him if he tried pulling away, forcing him to just endure it for the time being. He hadn't known any of this and he wondered if anyone did besides him now that Zach was gone and 'Baabaa' couldn't remember anything regarding Harry. Once they had gotten something to eat they sat at a picnic table away from other people, Blake sitting across from him and trying to keep the emotions from his eyes. He knew Harry would take it as pity though he just felt for the boy and how much he had been through, how much they had both been through so young. He leaned against his hand and played with his ice cream some, taking a bite every so often. Zach had taken him here occasionally and he had always gotten the same thing though ended up eating half of Zach's instead so he just got what Zach had always gotten, though finding that he couldn't bring himself to eat hardly any of it. He looked at Harry when offered the treat and shook his head with a sad smile. He let go of the cup and clasped his hands together to warm them again, trying to figure out how he was going to word this to him.
"You said yourself it was an accident. Accidents can't be helped. Sometimes bad things happen and there isn't anything you can do about it. That's just the way things work sometimes, it sucks but it's the truth." He said as gently as he could, thinking about Zach "There was no way you were going to be able to tell anything about Zach. You know how well he kept his own feelings and problems hidden when he didn't want anyone prying. Besides, if you had figured something out he might not have found me and I would have died if he hadn't gotten to me when he did" he told Harry. Harry didn't realize the state Blake had been in when Zach had found him. It wasterribleand he almost didn't make it. "You not knowing about him probably saved my life" he said to him, smiling a little at Harry. He snorted a bit when he said that his death would be due to Harry. "I'm so sorry, that was really very inconsiderate but honestly Harry, I've had so many close calls with death, we're on pretty close terms" he smirked. It was a terrible joke but it was the easiest way for him to deal with things. "Eventually someone's going to get me and it isn't going to have anything to do with you. Everyone has their time, Harry. I try not to dwell on it otherwise it would drive me crazy. If I did I wouldn't be here with you, I'd be out trying to find those Death Eaters who killed Zach. I still plan on getting the one but it isn't my life mission, either."
They got up and threw away their half-eaten cups of ice cream. He sighed and looked up at Harry, stopping and backing up until he was leaning against one of the brick walls "I understand why you act the way you do but I don't want to go back and get stuck between the sweet, caring you and the angry, self-loathing you and James on top of that. It isn't fair to him when I feel something for you, thinking you feel something for me, too. He's such a sweet guy and I can't stand going between you and him." Blake closed his eyes for a few moments, not really knowing what he wanted to do. "C'mere" he requested softly, opening his eyes to look at Harry, waiting until he got closer and touched his shoulder first, lightly. His fingers moved up his body and curled around his neck, pulling him slightly closer so their lips were almost touching. "So do you want me or not?" Blake asked him so, so softly. He wasn't going to initiate anything more. He had gotten Harry to this point and if he couldn't follow through now then there wasn't anything more that Blake could do about it. He'd cut Harry out of his heart and he'd bleed a bit but he'd heal and move on to someone who wanted to be with him. He just didn't want to keep trying to convince Harry of their feelings and that everything he blamed himself wasn't his fault.
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Harry jerked as he suddenly found himself holding hands and tried to get away from it, but finally realized that he couldn't without actually yanking his hand away, and he'd hurt Blake enough. he submitted to the touch, but he was jerky and awkward about it, as if he simply didn't know how to hold hands... he probobly didn't, and if one thought hard enough about it, denying himself touch was probably a self induced punishment. "yeah... Zach was a bit of a shit when it came to keeping secretes... he's the one who taught me Occlumency you know. he, and apparently Snape are the only ones who can break through my barriers... his where even stronger, he could even hide his emotions he was so good at it..." he lifted an eyebrow at Blake's snort, looking rather indignant but didn't say anything. instead he looked at his untouched ice-cream and sighed a little as he poked and played with it. "it was easier when i could hide in myself." he complained. "it's not fair that you can pull me out of myself with just a look..." he looked up at Blake. "i'm glad that Zach found you, i'm glad you where with him when he died. Zach hated to be alone, i'm glad someone was with him..." he admitted softly, swallowing thickly as he threw away his ice-cream and followed the other through the streets.
"the problem is, Blake, is that i can't... choose between the my selves. some days are better than others but the pain of the Crucio never really left me. i might look pretty, and whole but i was broken into a thousand pieces and it's only a shoddy glue that keeps me together. no matter what i do, some days i'm going to be sweet, some days i'm going to be a pissy bastard and some days i'm going to be so depressed i can't even get out of bed... if you want ME, then you have to take ALL of me." he admitted softly. "and in any case, James is better for you. he's stable, he's always kind and he won't ever make you cry." Harry muttered his eyes widening as he found himself so very close to Blake's face. his lip trembled, and there was a panic in Harry's eyes even as he leaned down and kissed Blake deeply, moving his mouth against the others before he slowly pulled back. "you should be with James but... i'm just selfish enough to want you anyway." he muttered softly. "i shouldn't take you from James..." he muttered, swallowing thickly as he slowly backed away, his gaze hungry, STARVING for Blake. all the emotions where there, it was only Harry's stupid nobleness that was gettign in the way now. "...do you think James would be up for a three way?"... or not.
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Blake shrugged his shoulders a little "well that makes it easy for us then. We won't have to waste time on other bullshit like when you'll say nothing's wrong when it actually is" he said, smirking a little. That would actually save a ton of time and effort that they wouldn't have to use arguing about it. He took a deep breath "I'm glad I was with him, too. It would've been terrible if he was alone. I just wish I would've had the time to say goodbye first" he said softly, trying not to think about those final few moments before the flash of green. "Harry, I do want all of you, that's why I keep trying even though you keep pushing me away" Blake smiled a bit at the other "I want to help hold you together, if you'll let me" he said, softer. He tensed a little as he watched the other move in closer to him, feeling his heart stop as their lips touched. Harry pulled away far too soon for his liking, biting his lip a bit as he looked at the other. It made him feel much better that Harry looked at him with a deep longing as well instead of doing what Blake wanted to keep him around longer.
By that point Blake looked a little angry "don't I have a say in this? Who decided that James owns me? I'm going to be with who I want to be with and I don't really think you two can just decide for me who I get to be with" he said to him, angry that it felt like he wasn't going to get a choice in his own flipping relationships. He heard Harry speak again and his jaw dropped, suddenly speechless. "I....uh....I guess you'd have to ask him about that" he muttered, not even knowing what he thought about that idea. He had never even considered having a threesome. Ever. He wasn't repulsed by the idea by any means but he had just never thought about having sex with two people...at the same time. Even minutes later he still didn't know what to say about it, simply looking at Harry and then away again, walking towards Adderstrike without any hurry. He would have preferred not to go back so soon but the pain was starting to kick in and he was going to see if Snape had any more of that magic potion before he collapsed from the pain he knew would be coming.
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Harry looked rather confused at Blake, his head tilted a little. "that's right... you where right next to him when he died.. i'd forgotten..." he admitted softly. "that's something no one should have to see..." he muttered before giving Blake a rather confused look, as if he wasn't sure why anyone would want to be with him. it simply didn't make sense to him, not in the least, why someone would want to keep his glue from unsticking... he smirked as Blake complained and he shrugged. "it's your own fault for leading James on. it's not fair to him you know, you suddenly deciding to go with me instead of him, and James has already lost so much... your the first person he's talked to since i rescued him i'll have you know." he complained to Blake. "i won't have you breaking his heart just because we have feelings for each other." he stated simply. "i will talk to James however. i'm sure we can come to an agreement, i know you like him just as much as you like me... but i'm a very... troubled, and very busy guy... i can't always be there when you'll need me and there are days when..." here he hesitated. "well, there are days when i can't be touched at all. not even a handshake. it hurts to much, physically and emotionally." he admitted simply. "it can last hours, or days and potions can't help with the pain of Sensita nervosa." sensitive nerves?... how badly had Harry been damaged by his own encounter with a Crucio? for that matter, why wasn't Blake more affected by the Crucio? was Blake honestly simply stronger than Harry?
"your starting to hurt again..." he muttered, looking worried as he examined Blake, hesitating for a moment before scooping the boy up into his arms and carrying him into Adderstrike, shaking his head a little. "you know, you really have to stop running away all the god damn time." he complained. "it's a pain in the ass fetching you back... you haven't even been back for a full week!" he complained with a sigh as he walked into Adderstrike, ignoring the gaping mouths and wide eyes as people witnessed Harry willingly carrying someone else. willingly TOUCHING someone else. he carried Blake all the way to his room and gently settled him onto the bed with a grin as he tucked the other in. "now rest, i'll have the wards reset so that nothing but James and Me can get in." he promised the other. "you really have to stop putting yourself in danger." he complained, sighing a little. "i'm going to end up strapping you to the bed one of these days." he complained, but it was a teasing complaint, they both knew Harry would never force Blake to be where he didn't want to be... though being strapped to the bed WAS a fun idea. "i'll go find James. you rest."
Harry shook his head as soon as he was out of sight of Blake and headed for the others scent. he loved being a Wolf sometimes, even in human form, he could access the best parts of his Animal side, the sight, the smell, the hearing. only senses though, he couldn't just summon up the ears and tail. he stepped into the room which contained Snape, Sirius, Lupin and James and quirked an eyebrow. "...is something the matter?" he asked, looking instantly alert as Snape handed Harry a letter, his head quirked to the side. "...Lucius Malfoy is a pureblood. if his child was 'stolen' then he LET it be stolen." Harry muttered with a sniff and narrowed eyes that promised pain. "Lucius Malfoy will not get his hands on Blake, he'll just take him straight to Voldemort to be tortured again... the question is, do we tell Blake?" "no, the question is, if we tell Blake in his emotionally fragile state, will he go running to Lucius just to say he has a father?" Snape muttered, Making Harry grimace. he'd seen that happen often enough with adults who wanted a child to neglect. he always ended up having to rescue the little dunderheads... but he had to admit, if someone popped up right now claiming to be James Potter... yeah, he'd go too. "we'll show him the letter and explain the situation. i won't hide things from Blake." Harry ordered firmly. "it's his life too and he has the right to make the decisions on it. now if you don't mind, i must speak to James in private."
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Blake understood that Harry liked James and didn't want to see him hurt, Blake didn't want to hurt him either. Harry was right, Blake had just as strong of feelings for James as he did Harry, and it was so strange and foreign to him. He had never been in a situation like this before and he didn't know that he liked it all that much. He honestly wished he only liked one of them, then it wouldn't be a difficult decision. He really didn't think he could even hurt James. It just felt so natural with him and he was so kind and gentle and caring. Harry needed someone though. He needed someone to pull him out of himself and show him that people can be good and care about another person and show him kindness and from what he had seen Harry wouldn't let anyone close and he had managed to get closer than anyone else before him so he just had to take advantage of that. Plus, he didn't know what it was, if it was his connection to Zach or the fact that they were so similar but he felt this draw towards Harry like a moth to light, always bringing him back whether he wanted it or not. He hadn't said much, just thinking about what Harry had said already and thinking about James and what he was going to say to him, that conversation was not at the top of his list of things he wanted to do.
"What?" he asked, turning to look at him when he was scooped up into the others arms, frowning a moment "oh Harry, I can walk just fine. It's not that much further" he complained, though Harry clearly wasn't having any of that so he just shut up and tried to enjoy the ride. It took him a few minutes to realize that Harry was actually touching him willingly, that he was actuallyholdinghim. Not even an hour ago he had cringed away from his touch and now he was being carried into Adderstrike like a newly married couple. No wonder everyone was staring at them when they entered. He had never seen Harry touch anyone as a normal gesture unless it was him, and even with him he could tell it was awkward for the boy. It started to make him feel a bit uncomfortable about their relationship. What would everyone else think when they saw Harry so dark and distant for so long and then he appears and Harry starts softening, maybe not so noticeably at first but then watching him starttouchingpeople? What would they all think? "I'm not putting myself in danger. I was at a friends house" he argued, settling into his bed with a sigh, this was so much more comfortable than walking around though he missed the loss of heat when he was let go of.
Blake's eyebrow raised as he heard the other and a low comment came from him before he could even help it "you promise?" He blushed a bit and then tried to play it off like he hadn't even said anything, thinking that would be much less awkward than talking about it. He shifted in his bed and repeated Harry about getting some rest. "Okay Harry, thanks again" he said softly as he started moving out of the room. He could not even believe that he had said that to Harry after their whole awkward conversation before about Harry and James and Harry not okay with being touched sometimes. God, he was a mess. Maybe Harry would bebetterif Blake just let him be. He wouldn't have to come after him all the time and then he wouldn't have to torment himself about him dying because Harry cared about him. Maybe it would just be easier that way, though Blake didn't really want to do it the easy way if that was going to be the case. It was only a few minutes of silence and Blake was out cold, the adventure this morning taking a lot out of him, especially with Snape's potion wearing off now. In that sense he was glad he was back, in another he felt like he was trapped here again, with nothing to look forward to or move towards.
James hadn't said much while the 'adults' were talking, simply watching the interaction between them for a while, looking surprised and slightly angry when Harry came into the room. He managed not to say anything and then apparently Harry wanted to speak with him in private. When they were alone James spoke softly though he was so visibly angry "you left me. I wandered around looking for you and looking for you and you wouldn't even know he was gone if I hadn't told you. And then I come back and I get attacked and almost killed by some fucking death eater and I didn't even know where he was at" he said, his voice going from angry to a more hopeless, desperate sound of worry and loss. It was written all over his face, his body, and in his words that he was worried sick, miserably sick with fear and worry that Blake wouldn't be found, or that he would be dead when he was. Even worse, that Blake had left to get away from him because he couldn't just tell him that he didn't want to be with him any more. That he wanted Harry but couldn't tell him that so he just ran away instead. He was fighting the tears now, turning away from Harry so he wouldn't have to look at his face while he was told that Blake didn't want to see or talk to him anymore. James wouldn't be here when morning came. It wouldn't take much to find him, either, not that they would have looked very hard if he was gone. They'd find him on the pavement outside or hanging from the ceiling in his bathroom. Maybe then he could just find some peace.
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Harry smirked a little. "hush. i am in the right frame of mind, and i'm not in pain, let me hold you this once." he ordered calmly. he almost seamed to enjoy Blake, an it was clear that this easy contact was going to be a very rare occurrence. "you where in danger Blake. you are always in danger." he stated simply as he carefully settled the other onto the bed before flashing the other a wicked smirk as he leaned forward, his ears brushing the others ear. "i'll tie you up anytime you like." he breathed before leaving with a wicked cackle. well aware he'd probobly left Blake fairly aroused. he grimaced as James chastised him and he nodded. "i know James. i'm sorry. i never should have left you on your own like that. my only excuse it that i'm too obsessive for my own damn good." he admitted simply, baring his teeth in a snarl. "when we capture Lucius, i'll let you be the one to deal with him first." he promised. "i want the man... not here, here is too close to Blake. we'll hold him in one of the old abandoned Safe houses. as him a few questions... i don't trust that pissy blond pureblood." Harry admitted, his voice angry that Lucius had dared threaten one of his. "until then, i want you to stay with Blake. he needs you." he hesitated, fidgeted and then settled his hand on James shoulder, squeezing tightly.
"Listen James... Blake is, very confused." Harry murmured softly. "he's in love with two people equally, or he thinks he doe anyway. he doesn't know what to do so i promised him i'd talk to you. that boy has gone through enough in this life without having to worry about saying the wrong things and driving off the only people he feels loves him." Harry admitted softly, worried about Blake and that was easy to see. "i love Blake very much, and i know you do too, and he loves us... he won't choose and we both know it, so i was hoping you might consent to a three way relationship, with us... sharing, for lack of a better word, Blake..." he bit his lip. "the thing is, as much as i love him, i know eventually my... damages, will get to be too much. he thinks he loves me now but in a month, or a year down the line my constant inability to touch him whenever he wants... will drive him away. and it's not just Mental... if anyone can... fix, me, it's Blake." Harry admitted looking amused. "he's so pig headed! he made a girl punch me!" he complained, sulking a little before shaking his head. "i don't want to hurt him James and i sure as hell don't want to hurt you. your the closest thing to a..." here he swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. Harry couldn't even say it... freind. Harry didn't need freinds, as he tried to tell himself, and yet there James was, as close to a freind as Harry had ever had. "he needs you.. you know." Harry admitted softly, sounding so very jealous. "you can give him everything that i can't. love, affection, touch, even sex..." Harry wrinkled his nose. "messy thing that, Sex..." he flushed suddenly. "i've never had sex actually, is it true that it hurts?" Harry asked, blinking at James before shaking his head. "i suppose it doesn't matter much. not like anyone's going to be crawling up MY ass." there was no way Harry could trust anyone to be submissive to. well, maybe Blake... maybe... yeah no it wasn't going to happen.
"anyway, Blake will eventually realize i'm not the guy he wants. right? so you can handle this for a little while, right? and if he never decides, i'll just quietly withdraw my affections..." Harry would never stop loving Blake, and they both knew it, but Harry was a self sacrificing sort of guy. even if he loved Blake, he knew he wasn't good for Blake, so he would let Blake and James be together because they deserved each other and Harry didn't. Harry knew that, and Harry knew that James knew that, but Harry also knew that Blake didn't know that, which was why he was talking to James alone. so that Blake wouldn't find out ad be pissed that Harry was deciding for him again, even if everyone knew that Harry was right, and was making the right decision. "now... whose telling Blake about this letter?" Harry asked, looking down at the letter again. "is there any way to tell if this...Pure-blood" he spoke with a sneer. "is telling the truth? anyway to know if Blake is really this bastards son?" he started walking down the hall, intending on telling Blake himself. it was too important to make James do it on his own. "i'll get team Alpha on this bastard... find out who he is and whatnot." Team Alpha was the information gatherers. in the muggle, and in the wizarding world. if you had a file, they could get it. they also 'stalked' their prey, taking photos and finding out every detail of their life. once Alpha was done, Strike was usually called in... they where the ones that did the nabbing and the kidnapping.
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The fact that Harry responded to Blake that way was absolutely astounding. Blake sat there, his mouth gaping as Harry took off, laughing aloud at himself. What was bad was that he would say that now but then if Blake actually did want something like that Harry wouldn't feel up to it and would bail on him again. He wanted to almost force Harry just to take it and try to help him get over it but he was so against doing anything uncomfortable that Blake didn't even know if he would be able to help him through it. James didn't think that Harry would agree with him so easily. He was expecting a fight or at least a rough reality check to put him into his place, which was far, far below Harry on the totem pole. The anger and disgust was practically radiating off of Harry as he spoke about Lucius. His thoughts were commendable but James didn't really believe that they would be able to capture a death eater and detain and even torture him without sending the Dark Lord's entire army after them and Blake. Personally, even though he wasn't happy about it, he figured the best thing would just be to let him go and cut their losses. If Lucius was telling the truth then he would be coming back for Blake anyways and they could make their move then and be on the safe side. They didn't need to put anyone else in danger at the moment.
"I know Blake cares for you. I knew that the first time I saw him look at you and I know it's only grown stronger since then. I also know he cares for me, as do I for him. I won't give him up without him explicitly telling me to go away and I don't think he'll do that. I don't want him to lose you. I think it would break him and he's already lost so much. He's the strongest person I have ever met. I don't know how he deals with what he does. It's almost unnatural. On top of that he's just so caring. You shouldn't be able to care that much after being hurt so many times. I know that if he loses someone else it would destroy him. He'd lose everything about himself and I can't watch that happen." James knew where Harry was coming from and knew why he was doing what he was doing but James still didn't like it. "He'll know. He'll know and you know he will. He won't think that you want space, he'll just blame himself and think you were only staying with him because that's what he wanted. You either need to end it now or you need to be in it until the end because he'll invest his entire soul into you. I can already feel him with me, I don't know what it is about him but I just feel connected to him." He sighed and looked at Harry "I don't really like it and I know you don't either but I think I'll be able to survive 'sharing' when it's in his best interests."
"Harry, you're a pure-blood" he quietly reminded the man. He knew that he meant it in a different way but it was still what he was "and if Blake is their son than he's a pure-blood, too, no matter how he was raised" he said it gently but it had a rough undercurrent. Mostly a warning that he needed to watch the way he spoke about Blake because whether they were friends or not, or 'sharing' Blake, James would stick up for Blake and fight Harry with every fiber of his being until he had proved his point or he was dead. James followed Harry into the room, shutting the door behind him and sitting down on the end of the bed when Blake sat up a bit to look at them. "What's going on?" he asked them, looking between the men who both had a fairly unhappy look on their faces. His immediate thought was that Harry had brought up his idea of a threesome to James and it hadn't gone over well, opening his mouth "I don't know what to do James, I love you and him and it was his idea and I just don't...." "Blake, stop, that's not what we're here to talk about" he said gently, taking the boy into his arms to calm him down since he had started freaking himself out at the thought of losing both of them at the same time. "We already talked about that, and I'm okay with whatever I have to do to keep you" he said gently, Blake looking tremendously relieved and kissing Blake lovingly. "What's going on then?" he asked, looking up at Harry who had yet to speak.
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Harry glanced at James, sighing a little as he closed his eyes. "i i care for him too. no matter how hard i tried i care." he admitted softly, listening intently to James. "see. this is why i like you James." Harry admitted simply, looking at the other. "your never afraid to tell me exactly what i need to hear." he admitted. "your right, it's selfish of me to leave Blake hanging if i intent on... leaving, him later... so i will give this relationship my one hundred percent..." Harry swallowed thickly. "even if my one hundred percent is kind of crappy..." he sighed a little. "he loves because he can hope." he admitted calmly. "he hopes, and so he has something to strive and live for. he hopes for a better life, so he can still connect to people. i used to be like him." Harry admitted, a small smile fluttering at his lips. "...he makes me hope again... hope for a better life, with him... and now, with you too. it's... unconventional but, we're unconventional people. so maybe that's what we need in life." he admitted before blinking at James.
"no, there's Pureblood and then there's Pure-Blood. people like Lucius? he's a bigoted 'i'm better than though' Snooty rich guy who thinks he can have whatever he wants just because he doesn't have anything less than blue blood. i'm pureblooded just because my parents where wizards." he shook his head. "Lucius is like those millionaires who screw up all the time and then use their families money to buy themselves out of it time and time again. they never have to work for a damn thing in their lives and those are the kinds of people i hate most. people like Lucius thinks he's better than me and you, simply because he's old money and drinks from crystal instead of tin. Blake will never be like that. oh he'll pretend if he really wants, or has to... but he will always remember people like us, people like him. and he will always be better than those snobs." he smiled at James. "but it is very good of you to stick up for him... i know i'm not the most... sensitive guy so i'm trusting you to give me a good smack if i start... hurting Blake in any way. even if you have to do it literally." Harry assured James. "you always where the only person in Adderstrike who could yell at me and get away with it." Harry admitted, shaking his head. "you and Zach." he and Zach had often gotten into screaming matches that could last hours.
Harry watched Blake freak out and settled his hand on the others knee, biting his lip as he considered the best way to handle the problem before handing the other the note. "this Lucius Malfoy is... blueblood. old money and very aristocratic. he claims that your his son but... i honestly have my doubts. Pure-Bloods like Lucius don't just have their children stolen." Harry admitted simply. "something else is happening here. something big, and something probobly very bad. Snape is in the process of brewing a potion that will tell us if your really the son of Lucius Malfoy..." he hesitated. "the thing is... if your really his son, then it means that you where either kidnapped or given away and... well... it might be hard, some of the things we uncover, it might be very hard for you... but i want you to know, that you will always be welcome here at Adderstrike no matter your... 'lineage'. and i don't want you to think that you have to go to Lucius just because he is, or is not your father... you have a family here, with me and James. you don't need Lucius to be happy, that i promise you." he muttered softly, carefully taking Blake's hand. "but if you do want to meet Lucius... once we're sure if he's really your father or not, i won't stop you... i'll want to follow you, if only to make sure your safe, but i won't stop you."
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Blake was finally calmed by James holding him and Harry touching him lightly, knowing that was his equivalent of a hug and taking it. He leaned into James and read the letter, his eyes narrowing slightly as he read the words until he got down to the name. The name instantly sent him into a wave of flashbacks; sitting at home on the floor when he was little, though it was not at the house he was raised in. Everything was so nice and clean, expensive. A woman calling a man Lucius and calling him Draco, taking care of him and holding him. Then a woman, a woman so familiar, looking into his eyes as she pressed a wand against his head and then waking in the whore house and he hadn't remembered anything of his home before or those people. They must have also put spells on him to hide his magic and keep him hidden from his parents, effectively keeping him hidden from anyone who could have helped him.
Blake closed his eyes tightly and crumpled the paper in his grip "I know who he is" he said quietly, angrily. "He's my father." Blake didn't speak for a little while, his teeth clenched "you shouldn't have killed her. I would have done it myself" he said through his teeth. "Tell Snape he doesn't need to make it." Blake got up and moved away from the two of them. "Could you just go away, please? I just need a little time to think" he said, a little harshly but it was a lot to take in at one time. He went into the bathroom and ran a bath, sinking into the hot water, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. James looked worried about him as they left the room, looking at Harry. He refused to move away from his door, planning on waiting for him until he was ready and needed to be held and loved. He turned quickly when he heard the door open, doing a double take when he saw him "what the hell did you do to your hair?" he asked, looking at the almost platinum blonde color atop his head. "I did a spell. This is the actual color of my hair" he said softly, looking at him with that look which James knew instantly. He took the other into his arms and held him tightly as Blake just started crying "it's okay, everything is going to be okay."
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Harry blinked a little at the others reaction, looking stunned as he blinked at the other. "he is? you remember him then?" he asked softly, fretful as he closed his eyes. "shit..." he whispered softly. "i knew she was sick in the head but kidnapping children!?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with rage. "i should have made her suffer before she died..." he muttered softly, hesitating as he was ordered out before leaving as Blake demanded. he paused outside the door and glanced at James, noting that he was going to stay Harry nodded. "i'll go and get us lunch then... and some calming droughts before i tell Snape that he doesn't need to make that potion... try and keep Blake calm alright?" he asked James before setting off at a trot, hoping to be back before Blake called them back in. he returned just in time to hear James demand what Blake had done to his hair and he blinked at the platinum blond and felt his mouth do dry. "oh god..." Harry muttered, swallowing thickly. "did i ever tell you i have a blond fetish?" Harry asked hoarsely, licking his lips. "you look freaking sexy..." Harry admitted, running his eyes over Blake intently, biting his lip as the other started to cry, looking so very uncomfortable. he was never sure what to do when someone started crying. he carefully moved over and settled his arms around the others shoulders, hugging him awkwardly.
"here, it's a calming drought." Harry muttered, settling something to Blake's lips. "it will help a little bit, take a few sips." he ordered softly, stroking the others blond hair, wishing that he could just grip tight and pull Blake into the hottest kiss of his life... but it wasn't the right time and he imagined he'd get punched if he tried. he sat there holding the other very carefully as Blake started to calm down and he smiled a little. "are you alright now?" he asked softly, stroking the others forehead, his head tilted as he examined Blake's silver eyes. "god your gorgeous... like a snow prince.." he muttered before flushing again. "sorry... i, anyway why don't we get you into bed? i brought some food." he promised, letting James settle the other into bed while he settled the first tray on Blake's legs, handing a second tray to James and keeping the third for himself. "so... what do you think Blake? please keep in mind, that no matter what you decide to do, James and i won't leave you to do it alone, alright? we'll help you, i promise."
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James nodded and paced back and forth in front of Blake's door while he had barricaded himself inside, growing more and more worried with each passing moment. He hadn't ever been forced from the room before and this didnt really make him feel any better even though he knew this wasn't about him. He also just didnt want to leave Blake alone in the room to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself but more because he didnt want for the boy to feel alone, even if he was isolating himself. Blake looked at Harry when he spoke, looking worried at first and then blushing slightly at his words. It was as if he was looking at an entirely new person and not knowing what to think about that. The hair sealed it for him. He remembered his fathers hair and his was the same exact shade. He took the drink from Harry and took a few sips of it, noting how well it worked and how quickly as well. It soon soothed him enough that he could handle talking to them and a slightly embarrassed smirk appeared on his face as Harry spoke to him again.
Even if he was a little distraught he still knew when others were at a disadvantage, leaning into Harry when he was spoken to, batting his eyelashes a couple times and kissing his jaw "so now you're drugging me to get me into bed just because of my hair?" He asked the male softly, sounding slightly amused "you could have just asked" he whispered, his lips brushing against his ear ever so lightly. Blake pulled away from him, biting his bottom lip just a bit as he leaned into James and kissed him openly in front of Harry. James looked amused at him and then towards Harry. Blake knew what he wanted and how to get it, even if he would drive them all crazy to get it done. He was really trying to elicit a more....potent response from Harry, wanting him to take charge and really do something. Blake wouldn't push him into anything but he'd serve it up to him on a silver platter. Especially now that he knew Harry was such a fan of blondes.
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Harry, for a moment looked confused, as if he wasn't entirely sure what the other was implying. frankly he was just glad that Blake had calmed down a little bit, and he had to admit holding Blake felt very, very.... very nice. he had never expected human contact to feel so good. even without his... condition, Harry avoided touch as much as possible, but with Blake it was... right. suddenly what Blake had said reached the part of Harry's brain that understood flirting... it was way in the back and very small but it got there, and much to his own shock he went a bright and furious red and started to sputter. "what! no! I would never force you to... I would.. I..." the lip on his ear was very distracting and he leaned into the touch, still trying to stammer that he would NEVER take advantage or rape Blake! never ever! Harry finally fell silent as Blake pulled away and his eyes flashed as they kissed, suddenly realizing that Blake had been teasing him and that he now looked a bit of an idiot but.... god where they sexy like that! kissing so eagerly, his emerald eyes burned with desire as he watched.
Harry paused as the kiss ended, looking terribly uncertain, almost hesitant and for a moment it looked like he was going to Flee before he moved onto all fours and slowly crawled over to Blake, pinning him carefully to the bed as he kissed the other, the moves slow, hesitant and clumsy but it was a kiss. a real kiss, from Harry who it seamed was just as surprised at his sudden movement as the other two where. not that it stopped him from exploring the motions, feeling the mouth of his would be lover and tasting the lips with his tongue, slowly slipping his tongue into Blake's mouth and exploring the interior as well before slowly sitting back, looking rather dazed as he cocked his head to the side, frowning a little. "I need more practice." he grumbled. "you didn't do any of the things you where supposed to do." of course Harry's knowledge of such things came from romance novels, which where completely... wrong, about most things normally. "I don't think I've ever kissed anyone before." Harry admitted, looking slightly dazed, in a touch of shock. "I liked it. can I do it again?" he asked hopefully, glancing at James since it was technically 'his turn'. not that Harry really understood much about that either.
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Blake looked much more amused than anything else at the way that Harry responded to his teasings. Of course he hadn't meant anything by it, but it was just so funny to watch Harry flounder for words when he wasn't entirely sure as to what was going on. When he had moved on to James he could tell how lustful Harry had become, something that gave him a pleasure deep in his stomach. He knew Harry wasn't fond of touch or getting close to anyone, mentally or physically, so being the one that he was willing to let in was remarkable and confusing. He had no idea why Harry would let him in, there wasn't anything special about him in the slightest, and yet people kept fighting over him and trying to get to him, it really didn't make any sense. He didn't move as he watched Harry climb over him and lean down to kiss him, closing his eyes and returning the kiss, his hands going to curl around the boys neck. He looked more than pleased when he finally pulled away and spoke. Blake laughed softly, a gentle, beautiful sound. "Of course you can do it again" he mumbled. James even looked pleased, he had never seen Harry so relaxed and at ease before. He moved off the bed "you two have fun, I'm going to catch up on sleep" he said, just then realizing just how tired he had gotten. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had slept for more than a few hours at a time.
Blake watched him leave then let his head fall to the pillow, looking up at Harry with a small smile. His hair fell around his face and onto the pillow, reflecting light and giving the illusion of a halo. He reached up and let his thumb brush across Harry's bottom lip "you can grab it, if you want. I saw you looking at it and I don't mind." He moved and kissed Harry's neck, giving him ample opportunity to grab hold of his golden locks and pull hard. "In fact, I'd rather like it if you did" he muttered, hoping Harry would take a hold of him and use his body the way he was made to, though Blake doubted he had ever gotten that far with anyone before him. To give him another nudge his let his fingers move up and run through Harry's dark hair. He loved the feeling of hair moving between his fingers, leaning up and kissing Harry, guiding his tongue and even biting the others bottom lip. "I want you to do anything and everything you've ever dreamed of doing to someone, and I want you to do it to me. I want all of you, Harry."
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Harry hesitated as he kissed the other, enjoying it intently. "Your leaving!?" Harry demanded, a panicked note to his voice as he blinked at James before relaxing again as he realized that James really was just tired. "is it really alright to do this without James?" Harry asked as he shivered at the touch of the others thumb against his lips, his eyes sliding closed as he simply enjoyed the sensation. he moaned as he felt the others hands in his hair and he slid his fingers into Blake's and gripped hard, tugging on the platinum locks with delight, panting softly. "fuck... you make me feel things i've never felt before." he gasped in the others ear, sucking on the lobe before moving lower, simply exploring. "i've never done this before." he mumbled. "i mean, i've touched myself, lots of times but me and... we never... we where a bit young." Harry admitted, leaning back to examine Blake with lust filled eyes. "so if i do something you don't like, you have to tell me." he ordered, licking his lips as he trailed his fingers through platinum hair again, panting eagerly as his fingers slid lower, tracing the neck. his emerald eyes hot and hard with desire as he watched his fingers moving lower, as if desperate to memorize every single bit of the others body and the others reactions.
finally Harry got a little more eager and he slowly started to unbutton Blake's shirt, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down smooth flesh for the first time, pausing to fondle the nipples before lowering his head, eager to have just a little taste, his tongue stroking and laving the first nipple, and then the second before he began to lick his way lower, soft happy sounds falling from his mouth as he tasted his soon to be lover. "You taste so good." Harry murmered as he paused, his fingers fumbling with the others pants, yanking them down and leaving Blake nearly naked as Harry studied the others cock, sizing it up as he pondered how one was supposed to get something like that into ones mouth. Harry stroked the length, from balls to tip with his fingertips, feeling the length, and the girth, and simply testing for reactions, smiling a little as he tilted his head, cupping the balls in his hand and giving them a gentle squeeze. how could he have ever thought this was going to be hard? it was so easy to get a response. he leaned down and curiously licked the tip of Blake's cock, humming softly as he pondered the taste. salty, yet a bit sweet. Harry liked it. he liked the sound Blake had made even more, so he licked the top again, wondering if Blake would be willing to help him when it came down to... the real job, of sorts. Harry didn't have the first clue how to go about 'stretching' someone.
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Blake looked up at Harry and shrugged I dont see a problem in it. If he wanted to join he wouldve stayed and hes tired he said, not caring in the slightest. Besides, hes already had his turn he smirked, going back to Harrys comment on going in turn. Arousal flooded through him as his hair was jerked hard, whimpering in pleasure at the sound of his voice. He wasnt worried at all about Harry doing something he didnt like. Zach had been a bit of an exhibitionist and he hadnt found anything he didnt like so he wasnt worried about Harry in the slightest. Besides, he was vocal enough that Harry would know exactly when he was doing something Blake did like. His grey eyes watched the other moving down his body, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He found himself just watching, seeming fixed in that position, unable to move or do anything but watch Harry take and do what he wanted with him. A low whimper fell from him at the attention to his nipples, not used to the stimulation. God, Harry was a teaser. He could tell already. Well, at least more than James. Oh Fuck he groaned, his hips bucking at the light touches to his member and his balls, his hips jerking off the bed at the flicks from his tongue. He was trying his hardest to keep still but he ran his fingers through Harrys hair and said softly Harry, darling, I know this is your first time but unless you want me to take you, you need to be just a little more dominant he told him gently. He was a switch, happy with either role but if he was bottoming he wanted to be forced roughly, the way he would be if he were topping. James was the same way.
Blake knew with Harrys dominant personality and the way he was about physical contact that he wouldnt let anyone top him, and that was most of the reason he said something then. Plus, Blake enjoyed it rougher, even if Harry wouldnt want to do that because he hadnt ever done this before. He swallowed and closed his eyes, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him. Luckily for him he had done this before so he wwouldnt have to worry about being hurt or stress out Harry with his lack of knowledge on the subject. Harry, take your clothes off he said, sounding more like he was laughing than anything else. Blake was getting tired of the teasing and he wanted to get on with it and for that to happen Harry couldnt be fully clothed. He waited as the other did as he was told, his eyes raking across his body and looking at the large scarred word across his chest and ignoring it, wondering how he would feel about Blake touching it. Finally his cock was released from its restraints, Blake taking in a small breath and decided then that he would never let Harry do anything but top for him. He pulled him closer by digging his heels into the others butt, his legs wrapping around the male. Cmon Harry, fuck me please, he begged, looking up at him, grey meeting green with his golden white hair fanned out around his head.
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Harry nodded a little, feeling a little relieved at the explanation and honestly he was glad that James was gone. he felt ackward enough as it was without someone watching... or helping. he smiled as the other whimpered, lifting an eyebrow a little. so his little Vixen liked pain? how interesting. he explored every little detail of his new lovers body, taking his time, enjoying the responses he pulled out of the other. he had never felt this way, never. how could he have gone so long without knowing about things like this!? Harry purred into the hands in his hair and snarled at the threat, his fingers tightening on the others hips and forcing them down, shooting a very dominant glare at his lover. "This is my first time, and i will do as i damn well please and you will lay there and enjoy it!" he hissed before smirking. "in fact, i think i'll make sure of that." with a flick of his wrist Harry had a wand in his hand, Blake's wand. a flick of the wand and Ropes immidiatly wrapped around Blake's wrists and in a matter of seconds, Blake was tried to the headboard so that he couldn't try to take control. "there. that aught to take care of those nasty habits of yours. telling me what to do, how... naughty." Harry purred, smirking a little even as he did as he was ordered and stripped for the other. ignoring the way he was looking at the word cut into his flesh. forever branded as a 'freak'.
"i don't want to Fuck you yet." Harry growled, his eyes glittering even as he let the other pull him closer with his legs. "you aren't even begging yet. i want you mindless for pleasure." he purred. "i want to see you twisting, writhing, begging me and promising me ANYTHING, if only i will just give you what you want. besides, i eant to explore your body a little bit. i've never seen anyone else naked before." he admitted calmly, his fingers tracing a nibble before giving it a firm pinch. "you seam to like just a little bit of pain, hmm? i wonder how you'd feel if?" he mused, cutting himself off as he leaned down and started circling the others pulse with his tongue, lavishing the skin before, and entirely without warning, he gave the other a sharp bite. it was a spark of pain, it would leave a red ring that was already fading. but as Harry traveled lower, he bit harder and harder, testing Blake's desire for pain. he took his time to suckle the spot before he bit, making it all the more sensitive until he was at Blake's hip and he bit hard enough to leave a bruise. he lapped the area for a moment before he buried his nose in Blake's curls, exploring the taste and smell of Blake as he ran his tongue along the lower half of the others shaft, tormenting his little lover, as well as memorizing everything there was about the other.
finally though, finally Harry lowered his head and brushed his tongue against that puckered little hole and started to lavish it with attention. one of the good things about being able to speak to snakes, is that he could do amazing things with his tongue, and he was doing them all against Blake's tight little ass before finally slipping his tongue inside and fucking him with it. he pulled away, licked his lips and set his fingers against Blake's lips, his emerald eyes far too bright with lust as he panted his order. "suck." he moaned as that hot mouth wrapped around his digits and he lamented the fact that he hadn't asked the other to give him a blow job... later, perhaps. he slipped his fingers out and slid the first one into Blake and started wiggling it about. he was well aware of the prostate, he had masturbated often enough to know about that amazing little spot, but he wasn't sure how to go about finding it on another person. he added a second and a third finger before he found it, his finger just brushing against the spot before grinning at Blake's response. "there it is." he purred happily. "i wonder... could i make you cum with just my fingers in your ass? should we find out?"
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Blake was watching Harry, moaning softly at the little touches and teasing he was getting from the other. He was especially enjoying the way that he was taking control and putting him in his place, well, until he tied his hands up. For a few moments it was alright. A few moments for him to realize that even when he pulled on them hard he still couldnt move his wrists more than a few inches away from the headboard. And a few inches was not enough to keep him calm and stable. A few inches was enough to make everything stop, except for his heart. His heart raced, beating faster and faster and it felt like it would explode from his chest if he couldnt do anything to stop its mad beating. There was nothing he could do. Nothing. Nothing to stop something bad from happening like it already had. Nothing to stop the fear that consumed him from the last time he had been restrained. Stop, undo it, I dont like it he said, hoping he would just do it quickly. He could feel his heart quickening its pace and he was wondering if Harry would do as he asked or not. He had said that if there was anything he didnt like to let him know. Being helpless like that just made him feel like he was forced there, reminded him when he had no control over his body and he almost died because of it, and it filled him with fear. Harry, get it off, get it off, please he whined, closing his eyes and pulling at the ropes, not caring if they were chafing his skin, pulling so hard they would leave bruises the next day.
God, he did not want to be around when James saw them and brought it up to Harry, that would be an argument that he would be much happier just missing altogether though he knew with one of them always around him he would be screwed when it came to missing it. The thought of James made tears spring to his eyes, remembering James who was always there for him and had taken care of him every time something went wrong. Once that dam was broken the flood was released, everything that had been piled on him lately just came flooding through and he couldnt hold them back any longer. He curled in on himself once the rope was off, sobbing I....I ca....cant....cant....d....do....that he managed to get out, sucking in air to fill lungs that seemed to be empty. He looked at Harry, knowing he wouldnt know what to do with him or with the sobbing and mental breakdown. It had seemed that the calming draught had worn off, maybe Harry would go get him some more, if he could manage to move. Blake turned away from him, grabbing his phone and dialing Jamess number. Surprisingly, the other answered, though he sounded sleepy Ja....Ja....James? he asked, still crying, though it was all the other needed to hear to come running. All he was wearing when he came through the door was a pair of sweat pants, looking worried and then angry.
What the hell did you do to him? It hasnt been fifteen minutes since I left! he said angrily, scooping up Blake into his arms and holding him against his chest while he sobbed and muttered unintelligibly into his skin. Shhh, baby, its okay. Ive got you now. Everythings going to be okay he said softly into his hair. His eyes moved over Blakes body, seeing the red marks on his wrists where he had pulled violently at the rope whatd you tie him up for? he asked, though he mouthed it rather than said it aloud as it seemed to be what Blake was upset about. He kept rubbing at them and hiding them as though he was ashamed about something. It was all he could do not to jump Harry and start beating on him right then and there, something he knew would not help Blake out any with whatever was going on in his head right then. After noticing that Harry didnt seem to know any more about what was going on than he did, as well as the fact that he was looking torn up about the whole situation, he let it slide and turned his focus onto Blake. He nuzzled him and spoke softly sweetheart, whats wrong? Whatd he do? he asked him gently, not wanting to set him off again. Blake shook his head and buried himself further into Jamess chest noth....nothing. Tied...he tied my wrists and....I go....got scared..thought....I thought I was go....going to d....die like....before he said, saying it aloud made him burst into tears again.
James realized then what had happened, his face softening and he rubbed Blakes back shhh, just go to sleep baby. Everythings going to be alright. Ive got you and nothing is going to happen to you when youve got me and Harry here with you. We both love you so much, no one thought something like that would make you remember that. Im so sorry baby he muttered into his hair, looking at the other and grabbing his hand, squeezing it to try and make him feel better, if Harry let him touch him. Harry was already broken, and he had finally let someone in and their first contact had ended roughly. He sincerely hoped that it wouldnt screw up what they wanted to do in the future though it was clear nothing could be done that might restrict his movement, at least anytime soon. Not until Blake was comfortable and trusted them enough to know they wouldnt leave him or do anything to him he didnt want or couldnt take. James just looked tired at this point, all the hours taking care of Blake were starting to show and even then, while he was trying to calm Blake, he was starting to nod off.
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Harry paused as soon as the other said stop and he looked up at Blake, swallowing thickly as he recognized the expression on the others face. "alright, hold still... Blake hold still, stop pulling your making it worse." he ordered, using soft tones that he hoped wouldn't frighten the other too much. "shh, Blake it's ok. their gone now. i won't do it again!" he promised, sounding frantic as he tried to understand what was happening. he looked relieved when the other called James and tried to reassure Blake until the other got there. he immidiatly got out of James' way, looking mortified and stricken. he looked at James as he comforted Blake and held up a book that would explain everything. it was tilted. 'thirty ways to enhance your sex life.' Harry had just been doing what he thought Blake would like. Harry looked even more stricken when Blake told them he thought he was going to die and he swallowed thickly as he realized he might have broken Blake. he flinched away from the hand on his, cringing as if he'd expected pain instead of comfort, but when no pain was forthcoming he took Blake's hand back in his, holding it tightly as he trembled. how could he have done this to Blake!?
"Sleep James." Harry ordered softly, realizing the other was about to collapse in exhaustion as he carefully stretched them both out so that they'd be more comfortable and here he hesitated before pulling on a pair of boxers and crawling into bed with them, wrapping his arms around Blake as well as he tucked his nose into the others neck. now Blake was sandwiched between the both of them, warm and safe... or so Harry hoped. he had to admit... it felt very nice to hold someone, and smell their skin as he rested. he couldn't sleep, he didn't dare. he knew there would be nightmares, but he dozed on and off. in the morning he carefully detached himself from th other two and went to the kitchens to get them some food, rubbing his eyes as he blinked at Snape as the man stalked into the Kitchen as well. he followed Harry up to Blake and wasted no time in explaining. "i thought i would come and offer my services to you. i understand that you are Lucius Malfoy's missing Son." Severus admitted. "i have been freinds with Lucius for a very long time, and i thought that i might be able to act as a mediator between the two of you..." he admitted calmly, sipping a cup of tea that he had been offered by Harry, who was pouring Milk into his own cup. "Lucius is getting impatient then?" Harry asked, looking worried as he glanced at Blake. "i don't know if Blake is ready for this yet... i don't want Lucius pressuring Blake into something he's not emotionally ready for." "if Blake is not yet ready to meet with Lucius, than i will simply tell him so. Lucius is merely concerned for his... offspring." here Snape smirked a little. "he is convinced that Blake is half starved, beaten daily, and forced to work as a common slave." he admitted with a chuckle. "he will beleive me when i tell him otherwise."
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James fought sleep for as long as he could, shaking his head when he was told to sleep "no, not until he feels better" he mumbled defiantly, though once he laid down and got comfortable he was out like a light, not even his desire to help Blake could keep him up any longer. He was wary of Harry, though he knew that he wouldn't do anything to actually harm Blake, he didn't know how the blonde would be feeling about him with what had just happened. Meanwhile, Blake had quieted, calming minutely. He said nothing about the sleeping arrangements, knowing he wouldn't get a wink of sleep tonight. First of all he was much too upset and on top of that there were too many people in his bed. He honestly didn't care for either of them to sleep with him. He guessed that they needed it or wanted it or something but he couldn't stand being pressed up against someone while he was trying to sleep. He'd have to tell them soon, unless he wanted to become a zombie all the time. He had calmed tremendously by the time he felt Harry stir and leave them. James was still dead to the world, his body just needed to rest some more. He got up and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, brushing his hair out and using a spell to return it to the midnight black he liked. At the moment, Harry's opinion of it couldn't matter in the slightest and he knew the blonde would make him self-concious.
"Yes, have you said as much to him or is he still unaware of my knowledge of our relationship?" he asked Snape, sitting in a wing-backed chair, sipping his own cup of tea while flipping his wand around in his fingers. His eyes sent daggers towards Harry, angry that he would even say something like that after what had happened the night before "you don't know what I amemotionallyready for and I would appreciate it if you didn't act like it" he spat harshly. The calm way he said it made him even more frightening because of the dark undercurrent of anger, an anger that he hadn't yet learned how to control that well, making him something of a ticking time bomb. "I will meet with him. I want to see what he has to say to me and what he wants to do for me. I have not forgotten the last eighteen years of my life and the fact that I have not seen hide nor hair of the man who claims to be my father." Snape would probably see then the Malfoy in Blake, with the way he was speaking and the way he carried himself. He acted as if he were better, even if it was only a front to keep himself safe. The past few days had been traumatic enough for him, he didn't need to put up with any more bullshit from them, especially Harry or James. They were both putting him off, coddling him the way that they were. He needed to be able to breathe and they were smothering him. He stood, pulling on a long black coat and wrapping a scarf around his neck, sliding his phone and wand into his pocket. "I'll follow you, Severus, and I'll see you later Harry, it won't do any good for you to come with us, this isn't about you" he said, probably a bit harsher than he really should have.
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Snape nodded. "indeed. he knows very little other than the fact that you are his son. though how he found this out i have no idea." Snape admitted simply. "i honestly never thought to ask." he admitted with a frown. "we'll discuss that together when you meet him. i'm sure you want to know more than i do." he admitted simply, lifting an Eyebrow as Harry cringed away from the tone that Blake used and slid into the shadows to hide from Blake's wrath. Snape found that rather unusual behavior from a King of Adderstrike. something must have happened between the two of them to make Harry behave that way. Snape watched Blake speak and he had to repress a smile. "well, Lucius will at least be happy with your mannerisms." he mused. "you talk quite like him. despite never having truly known him." he admitted calmly. "honestly, i don't know whether he's been searching for you or not. the Malfoy's are a very prestigious family, they would have kept you hidden as much as possible, in an effort to keep you safe from deplorable people who would do you harm to get revenge on the Malfoy's." Snape admitted. "not many people even knew the Malfoy's had a child." he admitted as he drained the last of his tea before putting on his cloak.
"..." Harry cringed at the tone in Blake's voice as he was ordered not to go with and he looked away and nodded, sliding deeper into the shadows. if Blake attacked him, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to bring himself to fight back. Snape led the way out of the Adderstrike and he glanced at Blake. "did something happen between you and Harry Blake? i've never seen a King od Adderstrike behave like that..." he admitted calmly, studying the other. "if you need to talk about it, you know i'll always come to you, right?" he asked, his head cocked. Snape had a phone too after all, and he had given Blake his number... at least, he thought he had. "i have convinced Lucius that he needed to meet you in a public setting so you wouldn't get frightened." Snape admitted with a smug smirk. "we both know that you could kill him in a second if he tried to kidnap you, but i'm downplaying your abilities so you have a bit of an advantage. i honestly have no idea how Lucius is going to handle all of this. ah, there he is now. see him?" Snape asked, indicating the tall aristocratic blond, who was sitting in front of a wizarding Cafe. "do you want me to approach first or do you wish to?"
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Blake seemed pleased to know that his mannerisms were like his father's. He always thought that he was no one and the knowledge that he actually had a father was something strange and exciting. Part of him wanted to go and live with him then and there, move in and pretend like he had always lived there and he had never been taken. Another part of him was more realistic, though, and knew that he would never be close with his father. Not because he didn't want to but simply because he didn't know him. He knew about his fathers loyalties and that didn't really bother him, of course he would have a past, everyone did and you couldn't change that, and he didn't know if he would even want to if he could. He looked at Snape when he was asked about Harry's reaction to the way he spoke to him and he shrugged it off lightly "we had a row last night. James intervened and made it better but we're both still a little numb about it" he said, admitting weakness then. It was a very rare thing for him to admit to it and he didn't like it at all. Though he believed that Snape wasn't one to exploit his weaknesses for fear of Harry so he felt comfortable telling him this time.
"No, I'll approach him. Would you mind just giving us a few moments alone?" he asked of the other, approaching the table and sitting across from the blonde. He could see small parts of his face that he saw in the mirror every day, wondering how anyone in the wizarding world couldn't see their obvious relation. "Lucius, my name is Blake, though I assume you know that" he said, a slight smirk on his face. "Yes, although your birth name is different. I had thought you were dead. It had been so long since I'd seen you" he said, almost looking nostalgic. Snape could see their mouths moving and they went on for close to two hours, simply talking. At one point Lucius looked angry and Blake shared the emotion at another point. It was very clear, with them sitting across from each other that they were father and son. If Blake had decided to go with the blonde hair it would have been even more evident, which was why part of him had gone with the black. At one point a smile cracked Lucius's face and Blake tilted his head back in a laugh, probably one of the first times in ages Snape had seen it in either of the men.
They both stood and nodded slightly before heading in opposite directions. "We can go back now, thanks for setting this meeting up, Severus" he said simply, not saying anything else and not planning on it either. It had been between him and his father and he felt like it should stay that way unless he really felt like telling everyone what they planned on doing. He found Harry and told him that he wanted to help with teaching some of the kids magic and how to use codes to communicate to each other in case their messages were intercepted at some point. For one thing he thought it would be fun and he was just so miserable from being bored all the damn time. He still wasn't in tip top shape but that didn't really matter to him. He couldn't stand just sitting in his room like some cripple while everyone waited on him hand and foot. He wasn't used to that and he wouldn't live like that. On top of that he was getting tired of being shadowed by either James or Harry all the time. He wanted a little bit of freedom to do things he pleased when he felt like doing them.
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Snape nodded a little. "a row hmm?" he asked with a smile. "you'll forgive him won't you? Harry doesn't know much about people after all." he admitted simply. "you will have to train him." as if Harry was some kind of puppy that needed to be housebroken. "i will let you speak to your father alone, if he does anything though, i will stop him." Snape stated simply. "i do not know his intentions and i won't allow him to do anything to hurt you, physically, or emotionally." Snape promised the boy. he took up a seat on the other side of the street, watching intently, but not intervening or trying to listen in. he was rather surprised that Harry or James wasn't there. in fact, aside from the one 'Sneak' which was watching from a rooftop above them, eyes fixed on Lucius in case he tried anything, here was no Adderstrike there to make problems. neither Snape nor the Adderstrike sneak made any movement, they both kept their eyes fixed on the two talking, wary of Lucius trying to kidnap Blake or something. he had to admit relief when they both stood. Lucius had a gilded tongue, but Blake wouldn't let that affect him. if he went with Lucius it was because he wanted to. he was a little surprised when Blake came over to him.
"of course Blake. i am glad that you two got along so well. Lucius is my freind but i'm afraid i don't know him all that well anymore." Snape admitted simply. "we had to stay apart from one another because of the war. we could easily get each other killed, so i was... wary, about how the meeting would go." he admitted. "i am glad that you could make Lucius laugh. i haven't seen him so much as smile since you disappeared." Snape admitted simply. Harry tried his best to stay out of Blake's way, but looked delighted as Blake asked to teach the youngsters magic. he didn't even wait, he got Blake everything he needed right away and told Blake to make up a schedule that he liked and set the little monsters to work! apparently Harry, according to Snape, had thought Blake was depressed, and hadn't wanted to push Blake into anything. he had been delighted that Blake wanted to help because that meant that Blake wasn't depressed any more... not that Harry knew for sure if Blake ever really had been. sometimes Remus Lupin stopped by and helped with the lessens, teaching the littlest ones how to read, and showing them all how to deal with various threats, from mundane to magical.
Funnily enough, Harry seamed to be more upset about what had happened than Blake had, and at one point he had been seen ripping apart a large book, where he had found out about bondage. a few children later reported that Harry had thrown whatever had been left in a fire, and asked Blake what 'Sub' and 'Dom' where and why it was 'kinky'. unfortunately Remus had been there that day and he'd nearly choked to death on his tea. Harry had yet to ask Blake about his meeting with Lucius, but then, Harry knew all too well what it was like to want a father, and for Blake to find one... well Harry didn't want to mess anything up for Blake.
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Blake took Snape's words into consideration. He would forgive Harry eventually but how long it took him could be something else entirely. He knew it would take a while but he didn't really think Harry could blame him if he wasn't interested in doing anything physical for a while. He enjoyed playing with the children and teaching them things that he knew about that would help them to do better in the world so maybe they wouldn't be so dependent on others when they grew older. On the outside he was sure that it looked like Harry was the most upset about what had happened between them. He heard from the children a couple days later that Harry had had an outburst, tearing a book apart and then burning it where everyone could see. He simply laughed when he was asked about their new vocabulary. He was clearly more light-hearted about it than Remus was, which he didn't mind. He knew they wouldn't really understand it anyway so he was fully prepared to let the werewolf explain it to them.
It took days for Blake to even let Harry or James close enough to be within reach of him. It was a few more days before he would let either of them touch him. Though he forced them to go and sleep on their own, enjoying the deep sleep he was getting by having a bed to himself again. He was always able to sleep better when he was alone in a bed. He decided that he wanted to go out again and told Harry that he was going to go out for a walk and that he would be back in an hour or so, so at least he wouldn't freak out if he started looking and couldn't find him. He wasn't gone for long when he knew that there was someone around that had been there for a little while. He calmly went through a couple back streets to corner him and once he turned a corner he was pinned to the wall, a deep rumble of laughter coming from his assailants chest. "Never try to play tricks on the trickster" he said to Blake, a hood covering his face from view.
The voice beneath the hood was so familiar that it was almost painful. "What do you want?" Blake hissed angrily. He didn't like to be made a fool of and this man was doing a very good job of just that. "I wanted to talk to you, I've been looking for you everywhere" he said, and then Blake heard it. The familiar, soothing baritone of someone he knew so well. "You'redead" Blake hissed, trying to pull away. "Well. Either I'm not, or you're hallucinating. Which seems more probable" the male asked, pulling the hood away. Blake got a good look at his face and as the realization sunk in he looked almost relieved before angry, hitting the male in the chest hard "where the fuck have you been!?!? It's beenweekssince I saw youkilled! How the hell did you do that, anyway?" he asked Zach. "I just woke up a couple hours ago, I've been looking for you since then. I have no idea what happened, I don't remember anything" he admitted, touching Blake's face gently "you look like you've aged so much, what's happened my love?" "I've been tortured" "shit. They found you then. I'm so sorry baby" he said, looking injured as well.
Blake realized then that he was going to be stuck in the middle of a huge problem. Zach, James, and Harry. How in the hell could he possibly pullthatoff? He was lucky with being able to balance James and Harry, throw in his old lover and boyfriend that was apparently still alive? That was just asking for them to kill one another. "We should probably take you to Harry. He'd want to know that you're alive" he said, looking up at Zach. Yep. This was definitely going to throw a knot in things. "You're in Adderstrike?" Zach asked him, not too happy looking about it, either. "So what? They're good people, and I can leave anytime that I want" he added, liking the illusion of choice. He knew he really couldn't leave, although he could now since Zach could take care of him. "What's his name?" Zach asked him point-blank. "What?" "You heard me. You haven't kissed me and you're itching to get back. So, what's his name?" "Well..." "Just lemme hear it" "Harry...and James."
Zach didn't speak for a few moments as he just tried to digest what he was hearing. He was expecting an argument but what he got was being shoved up against the wall and kissed, hard. Zach's style was so different than the other two. He was dominating and rough and yet caring and very aware of Blake's comfort and he couldn't help but moan into the kiss, it was just so remarkable. "Okay, I'll come with you" he said calmly, as if the kiss hadn't affected him in the slightest. That was what was so remarkable about him. He acted like nothing bothered him, though Blake could see through his guise and he knew that he had gotten the answer he wanted, whatever it was.
He snuck him in, or more like Zach snuck them in, since he already knew how to get in and out of the building easier. They stayed in his room while Blake told someone to go get Harry for him, that it was an emergency. He knew he could get him to come quickly if he said that. He sat on his bed with Zach, filling him in on what had happened since he had 'died' and trying to get over the fact that he actually wasn't. Blake looked as the door opened and just watched Harry's face, waiting to see what he would do when he saw the man who was supposedly dead sitting there next to Blake. He was certain that Harry knew nothing of their relationship either. He assumed Harry only thought their relationship was one akin to a brotherhood, and that their relationship only went that far.
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Harry had felt better after burning the book, but he wanted to make sure nothing like that ever happened again, so he had talked James into telling him about 'proper' things to do with another person. thing's like kissing, holding hands, blow jobs, and safer kinks to explore. he had been pushing himself rather hard, trying to be better for Blake, and he was often seen touching people, despite his own unease. he was actually working with Remus when Blake got back with Zach, practicing his hugs. he liked Remus because the man just went with the flow on everything. Sirius teased him too much, the jackass. although Harry did like Sirius too, the man was funny. he looked panicked for a moment when he heard their was an emergency involving Blake and he ran through the halls and slammed into the room. "Blake!? what happened, who the hell is... Zach!?" he asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the new person in the room. "Zach? you're alive! you... you..." and then Harry paused, running through several things in his head all at once, doing the 'blank out' he was so famous for. while a great many of the Adderstrike had never seen Harry do this, Zach had.
after all, after the whole mess with Harry's would have been boyfriend and the previous King of Adderstrike, it had been Zach who had helped Harry control Adderstrike on his own. it had been Zach who had taught Harry how to read, and it had been Zach who had first found Harry, being beaten and abused at the Dursley's. "Zach..." Harry whispered, moving over to the man and pressed his face into the man's chest, and began to sob. in all of his life Harry had only cried three times before this. once when he had first been rescued. once when his boyfriend had died. once when thirteen of the Adderstrike children had been killed, and now. out of all the people in the world, Zach was the one person, besides Blake, who Harry honestly respected. to have him suddenly alive and well, had been too much for the King of Adderstrike. it didn't last long though, Harry scowled at Zach and hit him on the chest. "you made me cry you jerk!" he complained, wiping his eyes.
"where the hell have you been!? everyone thought you betrayed us you jackass! all those kids dead, all those signs indicating you had joined the Death Eaters!... the Order is here. i'm going to assume you don't want them to know your alive, let alone here." he muttered, pacing back and forth. "we're going to have to keep you hidden from the Death Eaters too, or they really WILL kill you this time. we'll have to hide Blake too, because i'm pretty sure he's going to go, wherever you go..." Harry sounded rather sad about that, but he wasn't as stupid as people thought he was. he knew that Zach had 'first dibs' in Blake's heart. Harry and James, just didn't stand a chance against someone as amazing as Zach. Harry didn't dare try to fight to keep Blake, not when his own heart was still bleeding from what he had done to him. Blake might not know it, but Harry knew all too well just who Zach was to Blake, the boy had told him after all. Harry doubted Blake remembered that though.
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Zach had already had an idea of the way that Harry would probably react when he saw him so this wasn't really a surprise. He laughed a little when he froze, glancing at Blake "I think I may have broke him, I do apologize" he said, looking amused. It was a surprise, however, to see him break down into tears, holding the boy fiercely while he had a moment of weakness. "OW!" Zach whined, rubbing his chest "God, what is it with you two and hitting me? I don't know any more about it than you two do" he said to them. "No, I don't want them knowing I'm alive, they'll have to take me to the ministry and I'll get sent to Azkaban and I'm too posh for that. Hmmm, yes, I can see why you would have thought that." He didn't say anything to the comment about Blake going where he went. That was the way that he liked it but he knew that Blake did whatever the hell he wanted and he could see the comment on Blake's lips. He just shook his head, indicating that he already knew and the boy immediately calmed in the knowledge that he was free to do as he pleased.
"Don't look so upset Harry, he still cares for you as well, probably more than either of you realize" he said nonchalantly, checking under his nails for dirt. Blake's mouth fell open, feeling exposed and awkward at being here with the both of them and Zach deciding that he wanted to start talking about thisnow. "There's a spot..." Zach started, looking directly at Harry, Blake flying off the bed to cover his mouth "Don't you dare!! I will cut yours off and feed it to an owl" Blake threatened, causing a laugh to come from Zach who replied with a calm "Youwouldn't dare. I know how you feel about him" Zach said slowly, mockingly, who simply reached up and pulled Blake down on top of him, kissing him boldly while his hands went back and squeezed the boys ass before pressing on a spot on his torso that made him moan and his knees go weak. Zach had to hold him up to keep him from falling and smiled as he pulled away, looking at Harry "that's how you keep him compliant. And he loves it so don't worry about making him mad or anything."
Blake, in fact, did look pleased. He hadn't been lying when he said he enjoyed being put in his place and Zach was probably even more of a dom than Harry was, he was just much more subtle about it. "C'mere Harry. I don't know what you two had a row about but I can see it on your faces. Be very careful with my boy, hurt him again and I'll hurt you" he said calmly, though the gravity in his voice was easy to pick up on. "Kiss here" he said, touching a spot on Blake's neck, a whimper of anticipation leaving the boy. Zach was about to teach Harry how totake careof Blake the way that would have him hoarse by the time they were through with him. The arousal was clear in Zach's eyes at that point, black with desire. Blake's would have been similar had they not been closed already. "Are you ready my pet?" Zach asked him, something he always did before they started, the words sending a chill through Blake "yes Daddy" he chimed. "What are your safe words?" Zach asked, just making sure he had them straight although they never changed "pipe and jar" Blake replied, getting jittery with excitement.
"Pipe means he's getting close to his limit and you'll need to back off. Jar means drop everything you're doing and let him go immediately" Zach told Harry, sounding as though they were just talking about the weather or something mundane. "I don't mind sharing him with you because I know how you are with physical contact but I will not bottom to you and I don't expect you to bottom unless you want to. Though I will have you know, when it comes to him, I am your superior. You are not King of Adderstrike. You are aboyand I will treat you as such if you question my authority" he said, the tone in his voice letting the other know he wasn't to be questioned on this matter. "Daddyplease" Blake whined, his cock already straining at his jeans as he laid on the bed and waited for him to start. "I know baby, I've just got to make sure Harry knows the rules" he said soothingly, as if he were speaking to a child. Zach looked pleased when he looked down at Blake, he was so broken in when it came to this. He was his little slut in the bedroom, though he was feisty and so completely independent otherwise.
"Take your shirt off, baby" he said calmly, watching him slowly lift the cotton over his head and toss it onto the floor. Zach looked at him thoughtfully and tilted his head a bit, thinking "do you think you could fit both of us, Blake?" he asked, his tone changing a bit and Blake picking up on it. It was as if using his actual name was a code word for them to act normal or something. "If you guys take it easy, I'd like to try it though" he said, looking between them, his face flushed as he looked at each of them. "Good" Zach replied, a smile gracing his face as he looked over at Harry.
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"i hit you because you deserve it!" Harry grumbled, glaring at Zach. "and like hell your going to Azkaban!" Harry snarled, his eyes flashing. "i'll get the Order out of here then..." he paused. "especially considering we all know your not innocent..." he muttered. "the question is, what crimes would send you to Azkaban?" he mused playfully. "seduction of a minor probobly." Harry froze again as the other commented on Blake liking him and he blinked a little at the other, his eyes narrowing a little. was he that open? he needed to work on his mask... not that it worked against Zach but it usually took the man a few minutes to get a bead on harry. "a Spot?" Harry asked, perking up with interest as he examined Zach. he would have expected a few protests at the very least, but the man was just... accepting it. Harry's lips twitched in amusement at Blake's threat, his head cocked to the side as he watched with fascination and a touch of awe. how could someone make another knees go weak with just a single touch!? it was amazing! he stared in utter fascination as the two kissed and as Zach pressed that one little spot and Blake moaned and nearly collapsed, Harry suddenly felt his pants where a little too tight.
he felt a bit dirty, watching this, but he couldn't look away. wouldn't look away, he wanted to catch every motion, every moan, every twitch. "yeah..." Harry muttered, blinking at Zach. "i hate it when he's made at me..." he cringed at the mention of the fight and he quickly looked away. "...i read a book." he muttered. "and i tied him up because the book said it would be fun..." Harry explained. "i tried to let him go right away but he was struggling..." he cringed at the threat. Zach was probobly the only one in Adderstrike that could hurt harry. not because he was stronger, but because Harry wouldn't fight him on it. well, Blake could too, and possibly James. Harry leaned forward to examine the spot that Zach pointed to, his head cocked to the side before he leaned down and pressed his soft lips, just so on the neck, a soft, brushing kiss that was almost too chaste... until Harry nipped the skin, just a pinch. Harry looked up at Zach, confused, but eager to do anything Zach told him to if it meant he got to make it up to Zeke for his horrible first attempt. "D..daddy?" Harry's eyes flooded with arousal, those emeralds turning into more a color of Jade. it was like he'd been sucker punched right in the Libido, god that was hot.
"Pipe means back off. Jar means let him go completely. got it." Harry muttered, swallowing thickly. "i've...er, been practicing." Harry admitted with a bright flush. "i can hug people now... so long as they don't surprise me..." as long as he initiated the contact anyway. he nearly killed Sirius when the man tried to hug him the other day. "i highly doubt i could dominate you Zach." Harry stated dryly. "i'm dominant but i'm not THAT Dominant." he paused suddenly his head cocking to the side. him, bottom?... well there was a new idea... he'd try it on himself first. as much as he trusted Zach and Blake, he wasn't about to let them have that much power over him until he knew he would enjoy the physical parts of it at the very least. he stared at Zach, feeling a bit annoyed that he was being spoken to like that, but he knew Zach was right. "Don't call me Boy!" Harry hissed at the other. "just... i don't... know what i'm doing..." he muttered, indicating Blake. "i mean... i read that book and it explained about preparation and penetration and... stuff..." Harry was bright red again. "but i don't really know what i'm doing..." that was the closest he'd come to giving Zach permission to order him about. Harry would follow Zach's orders without question... within reason anyway.
"fit.. both of us!?" Harry demanded, his eyes wide with stunned shock. did Zach REALLY mean... as in... inside of Blake? was that safe? was it even physically possible!? Harry opened his mouth to ask, paused and closed his mouth. opened it again and made a choking sound and closed it again. poor Harry looked like his fish dinner had just gotten up, tap danced it's way across the table, sprouted wings, and flew away. completely gobsmacked.
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A smirk grew on the mans face when Harry said he'd get sent to Azkaban for seduction of a minor "yes, that mainly. Though I didn't force anything on him. He was completely reciprocating." Zach said, looking down at his lover who had blushed and had a guilty smile on his face. Harry's reaction to Blake's name for him amused the shit out of Zach, smirking as he looked at Harry. "Hot isn't it? If you think it's hot now, just think about how it sounds when he's cumming" he said, smirking. He had come up with it, in all honesty. But Blake had accepted and embraced it, just as he embraced Zach calling him his baby. It was arousing for him as well and they both got a kick out of it. Blake moaned and tilted his head when he felt the kiss, his lips parting as he felt the teeth, Zach watching like a hawk to make sure he wouldn't leave marks. He couldn't stand having marks left on Blake, it was a major turn off and he refused to do anything that would change the way Blake looked naked. Including tattoos or piercings. He had basically forbade Blake from getting them.
"Yes." He said, looking at Harry as if he didn't understand which part was confusing Harry. "Honestly, you're worse than Blake was when I found him" he said, even though he had been a virgin when he had met Blake. He acted like he slept around and flirted with everyone but he hadn't found anyone he was interested in until he had found Blake. The thought of sharing Blake didn't please him but he knew that it would be easier to keep Blake if he kept him happy, and right now, Harry made him happy just as much as Zach did. "I hope you don't mind the lack of foreplay. I don't know that I could last very long and I want to fuck my little baby. How does that sound, sweetie?" he asked, speaking to Harry at first and then addressing Blake. "Yes...Daddy please fuck me" Blake moaned, his hips moving on their own with the arousal that he just couldn't control. He pulled his clothes off, leaning over Blake as he kissed him roughly while freeing Blake of his pants as well, waiting for Harry to strip.
"Lay down" he said barely glancing at Harry while he spoke. Blake situated himself over Harry and began kissing him, rubbing their manhoods together and moaning softly into his mouth. Zach found the lube and covered himself before moving onto Harry, covering him liberally and then fingering Blake deftly. "Alright, go ahead" he said to Harry, though Blake moved to take him, shuddering with his size and leaning down to bite Harry's shoulder lightly, though it would become harder when Zach started pushing into him as well, his fingers digging into Harry's arms. Pain flickered across his face but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. He continued until he was fully buried in his ass and then stopped, leaning over his lover "are you alright Blake? Not too bad?" he asked, sounding so genuinely concerned for his wellbeing over his own arousal at that point. He would always make sure he was okay before just going ahead with something, part of the reason why Blake had never had to use the safeword with him before. "Yeah...god it's tight" he muttered against Harry's chest, loving the feeling of Zach kissing his shoulders and back so gently and lovingly. Zach could talk absolute filth to him and then he acted like this, like two different people, something that he adored and what kept him so hooked on Zach. "How you doing Harry?" Zach asked, also worrying about him since he didn't have much of any experience at all.
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Harry snickered a little and nodded. "i can imagine." he mused playfully before swallowing sheepishly as he realized that Zach was amused. "oh god..." Harry groaned, the image flashing in his head, shuddering as he imagined Zach fucking Blake fast and hard and Blake calling out 'Daddy' again and again. "i think i came in my pants just a little bit..." Harry muttered before going even more red as he realized what he'd said. Harry didn't leave any marks, he didn't like the thought of Blake being marked either. bruises, cuts... he just didn't like it. "i am not!" Harry protested, sulking. "i am at least two steps ahead of Blake when you found him! i know about Bondage! and about water-sports! and..." what the hell kind of book had Harry been reading!? "and i know about Rimming! and Blowjobs!... sort of... i know the theory anyway." Harry muttered as he tapped his lip thoughtfully. "lack of..." he frowned a little. "isn't that what we've been doing?" he asked, indicating Blake. "the kissing and touching i mean... isn't that foreplay? from what i understand, the submissive is supposed to get the majority of the pleasure anyway right?" well wasn't Harry a sweet little gentleman?
Harry watched the two get naked with delight, his eyes examining the two bodies without a care in the world. he hesitated a moment about getting naked himself. but both of them had seen the scars before, so he finally stripped down and went and laid on the bed, as hard as a rock and curious about how they where going to do this... oh, that was how. he gasped into the kiss, and then groaned eagerly as he bucked his hips into the ministrations of his lover, groaning at how GOOD that felt. he'd been touching himself a lot lately, but nothing felt so good as it did right then. Blake was really amazing, the warmth of his flesh pressing against Harry in all the right ways. "oh son of a bitch!" Harry moaned, arching into the hand on his cock, bucking into the attention and he knew right then and there... he wanted... no, he needed more. he didn't care what it took, he wanted to keep having sex with Blake and Zach. even if he had to submit to Zach, Harry would do it!
he moaned as Blake bit him, arching into the pain. he liked pain with his pleasure, he knew that much, and he wouldn't give a rats damn if Blake drew blood. Zach might mind, but Harry sure as hell didn't. "oh fuck, oh fuck... oh son of a fuck..." Harry moaned as he felt himself getting encased in tight, wet heat. oh he was dying from pleasure alone, it was like an instant orgasm, only he couldn't quite reach that point. he had to struggle to keep himself from thrusting into that warm, warm, tight, wonderful heat that was slowly making him loose any sanity he'd ever had, or would ever hold again. he groaned hard as Zach joined him, making it even tighter and he clung to Zach because he didn't have anything to cling to. he finally gripped the bed underneath him, wary of leaving even a scratch on Blake. he didn't want to hurt Blake at all. "oh fuck..." was Harry's only response to Zach. "why wasn't i doing this before?! oh fuck... can i move? i want to move... he's so goddamn TIGHT... feels so good... oh fuck."
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Zach had never been one to speak or make a lot of noise so he was always amused and loved the sounds that Blake made when he was enjoying himself, which apparently Harry liked to do as well. He didn't mind Harry grabbing him, he didn't care about the marks on himself as long as there weren't any on his Blake. Then Harry spoke again and Zach grabbed his hips, holding them down so that he couldn't move more than a quarter of an inch. "You aren't moving until I say you can,boy" he said deeply, forcibly. He wanted to make sure that Blake was ready for it and wouldn't hurt or anything, not caring about Harry's comfort or his own so long as Blake was happy. "It's okay Daddy" Blake said gently and turned to kiss Zach, clearly giving him the go-ahead, which Zach took advantage of immediately. He started thrusting into his lover, biting at his skin lightly and leaving trails of kisses behind while he expected Harry to start trying to move as soon as he pulled his hands away from his hips.
There wasn't much to keep him at bay at that point, though he kept moving while his little pet moaned "daddy, daddy, daddy, harder daddy" into Harry's chest, holding himself off at least until Blake had hit his release and yelled out. He rode his own orgasm out with pleasure, closing his eyes and relaxing pulling away and falling on the bed, his eyes still closed. After being out for so long and just getting up that had taken a lot out of him all at one time. He hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep until he woke up and he was holding Blake, who was awake and staring at him, running his fingers down his face and touching his hair which had grown, curling at the bottom. He noticed just how long Blake's hair had gotten as well, that was the easiest way to tell how much time had passed since he had left. "I am so sorry, my sweet" he said so softly, knowing only he could hear him.
Blake closed his eyes and shook his head slightly "I'm so glad you're back. I....I missed you so much" he said, closing his eyes to keep himself from crying yet again. Zach squeezed him tightly, kissing his forehead and holding him like it actually had been weeks since he had seen him. For him it had only felt like two days at the max. He couldn't imagine going that long without him in his life, thinking he was dead. He wouldn't have been able to handle it, he was sure, keeping to himself and getting angry at everyone who was around. He still needed to find out who had done this to him and teach them that they never should have ever messed with him at all. He had so much pent up rage and energy that he was scared of what was going to happen when he had figured it out. "Your hair's so long" he said softly, touching the dark locks, his eyes softening. "It's a different color. You couldn't figure out the right shade when you figured out the blonde" he mumbled, a small smile crossing his face.
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Harry let out a deep whine when his hips where restrained, but he was glade that Zach was holding him down because he wasn't sure if he'd been able to control himself. he whimpered at the word Boy, he usually hated being called boy. remnants of his uncles abuse... but somehow, hearing Zach call him that... it sent waves of arousal through his belly even as he fought back the flush of humiliation that went with the common insult. Harry didn't notice right away that he had been released, Zach had moved and Harry was fighting back an orgasm at the moment. then he was thrusting as well, his hand snaking in-between slick bodies to grip Blake's cock and give it the strokes that it deserved. "F..Fuck! fuck fuck fuck!" Harry hissed as he arched violently and came hard. he was unsure what happened afterwords, but he was pretty sure he'd passed out from the pleasure. not unexpected considering Harry didn't even touch himself. he had, but it was a rare occurrence.
surprisingly, in the morning... he was still there, out cold and half hanging off the bed. only the fact that Blake was laying on his legs was keeping him on the bed. he grunted as the two shifted and he fell off the bed with a low grunt and then a whine before he simply rolled onto his belly and groaned as he slowly sat up and looked around, bleary and confused he couldn't figure out where he was. he staggered to his feet and headed intot he bathroom. he had to pee! he came back out looking a little more awake and he smiled at Blake and Zach, moving over to grip Zach's shoulder. "i'm really glad your back." Harry admitted softly before he grabbed his pants. "i'm going to go get us some breakfast." he explained, yanking up his Zipper and hesitating. "i...er... know this is probobly really rude but... we're ok right? i mean.. i know we had sex and stuff but..." he flushed and rubbed the back of his head. "but we're... still going to..." Harry frowned, trying to figure out what he was trying to say before he sighed and gave up. "screw it... i love you Blake." Harry stated, kissing the others forehead before heading off to get breakfast. he was sure things would change. they'd had sex, Zach was back... James was probobly not going to like that at all... he froze in the hallway as he realized something and he turned and walked back into the room and pointed at Blake. "You have a Harem!" yup. Harry was still Harry.
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Zach watched Harry with little interest. He didn't really care if Harry was glad that he was back or not, and he was sure that in some part of him, he wasn't happy because it meant sharing Blake even further, with someone who knew him better than he knew himself, someone who knew every button to push and which ones not to, and what every single one of those buttons did. He knew that Blake would always come back to him, that was shown already since he could tell he hadn't been letting the others touch him for some time and he let Zach in immediately. He kissed Blake after Harry had left, glancing in his direction when he had come back and said something else, rolling his eyes a little and refocusing on his boyfriend. "Let's go out and get a haircut today" he said, though it may have sounded like a command it was more of a request, he would never demand something as trivial as a haircut on him, though he had to admit that he liked it better when it was short. Blake nodded and cuddled into his chest, he just couldn't believe that he was alive.
Blake told him everything, gave him the full rundown on what had happened while he had been gone, leaving nothing out, not even why he hadn't spoken to Harry recently and what he had done. He told him about his father, something he hadn't told anyone else, and he told him how scared he had been without Zach. And he told him how scared he was to lose him again. It was the truth, there was no one he could ever imagine knowing him the way that Zach did. Harry could try, James could try, and they could have the best intentions but they would never be Zach and he wasn't even sure if he could try to let anyone in the way he had with Zach. Overall he was just relieved that he was back to take care of him and make him feel better again. At that thought someone knocked on the door and he got dressed, throwing a pair of pants at Zach with a smirk opening the door "hey Blake, you've got a package" "Okay, thanks. Will you bring it here?" "Yeah sure, hold on." A few minutes later the boy was back and left the rather large package there with Blake.
He grunted as he pushed it into the room "It's heavy, what the hell is it?" he asked, Zach getting up and looking wary, offering to open it for him. Blake shrugged, standing over it while Zach carefully slit the sides open, grimacing when he saw what was inside. Blake covered his mouth and nose from the smell and looked horrified, grabbing onto Zach and muttering incomprehensible things that Zach seemed to be able to decipher "That's James I take it" he said, hugging Blake tighter, who nodded and let out a sob. The elder sighed and looked into the box. The boy had been cut up and dismembered, he could only hope that he had already been dead while they had done it, his lifeless eyes staring out of the box. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" he whispered into his hair, gritting his teeth. He was getting fed up of things happening to Blake. He was pretty sure as to who was doing this and thankfully for Blake they wouldn't be around much longer if Zach got a hold of him. He waited for Harry to get back and looked at him "have someone get him out of here and prep him to be put to rest. And it'd be better if everyone didn't find out about it" he said, holding Blake against his chest.
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Harry took his time getting breakfast, he wanted to give Blake and Zach time to reconnect... and then he needed to talk to Zach. he wasn't sure how James was going to react to all of this, but Harry knew what had to be done. he truly loved Blake... and if he had to give Blake up for the other to be happy, Harry would do it. self sacrificing little bastard that he was. he would kill, and be killed for Blake, forever and always, and he would let the other go if that was what had to be done to see the other smile. he had to admit... he liked Blake better with shorter hair too, and while he was jealous, he was happy to see Blake so comfortable with someone. he wished he could do that, relax completely. he gathered the food, thinking hard about last night. why had it felt so good to let someone else boss him around? to call him names and make demands?... it baffled him, considering he had hated his uncle for the exact same thing... but then... his uncles demands had been to humiliate and hurt Harry, Zach had simply did it because he was Zach and that was the way he was... not to mention the PLEASURE that had come from obeying... was that what made it different?
he pondered that for a moment and then shook his head, asking one of his men if they'd seen James. he wanted to tell the other himself about Zach's return so that the man wouldn't be too wounded, but no one had seen the other man for some time. that bothered Harry a bit. James had never left without telling Harry first... unless it was just to go into town of course, but if James was going to be gone overnight he always told SOMEONE. he walked into the room, a small frown on his face and he stared at th box, the tray falling from his fingers. oatmeal and toast, juice, banana's and cereal hitting the floor with the tinkling sound of breaking bowls and glasses. "oh my god..." he muttered, quickly shutting the door, hiding the body from sight as he glanced at Zach, reassuring himself that he wouldn't leave Blake and then dragged the box out of the room, grunting as he did so... James was heavier than he remembered. he quickly had the body to the mortician, who would put James back together for final goodbyes. he dragged himself back to Blake and Zach, trembling. it was the whole kidnapped and tortured kids problem all over again. he had ordered the mortician not to breath a word of it to anyone. he would let Blake decide what kind of 'funeral' to have for James... the other man hadn't really had many freinds really...
"..." he stepped into the room, closed the door and threw up a silencing charm and watched Blake, wondering how best to help the other. someone had already come in and cleared the breakfast mess away, or maybe Zach had done it, Harry didn't know, he didn't care. he handed Zach a small vial of dreamless sleep, well aware that the other was going to have to give it to Blake if they decided, or rather Zach decided if Blake needed it. "Blake." Harry muttered softly. "do you want me to stay, or leave you alone with Zach?" he asked softly, more than willing to let Blake have whatever he wanted. if Blake wanted him to stay, then he would. if he wanted him to leave, then he would. if he wanted a pink elephant with blue polka dots then by god Harry was gettign some spray paint and breaking into the Zoo.
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Blake turned his head and glanced at Harry, his voice sounding cold "I want James to be alive. I want him to be able to check for monsters underneath the bed for his little brother. So if you can't do that then you can go somewhere else and find who did this so that no one else will lose their brother" he said, sounding angry and tired. He was so sick of people dying, especially the people that he knew and cared about. He was honestly scared to let himself near anyone, fearful that they would die if he did. Zach took the potion and slipped it into his pocket, he would see if he needed it later but he wasn't going to give it to him just yet. He closed his eyes, not knowing exactly what to do to make him feel better about this. There was really nothing that he could do. There wasn't a potion that could make any sort of loss easier on the heart.
Zach would just wait to see how Blake acted and determine then what he might need. Blake even pushed Zach away, just wanting to be alone for a little while, laying in his bed and pulling the blankets over his head, hoping they would go away. Zach got the hint, shuffling Harry out the door and following him. He turned and locked the door behind him so that no one could get in or out and took a sip of something out of a flask, his face changing to someone that Harry wouldn't know. "There, all better, now I don't have to worry about showing my face around here. Are you still worried I was the one who killed the kids?" he asked, just wanting to know where Harry still stood on it and making sure he wasn't a suspect still. He knew he needed to look a little more into it but he was close on the tail of who had made him do those things and who had killed him. He just needed to make sure Harry stayed out of his way and Blake stayed out of the line of fire. He couldn't live with himself if something happened to Blake because of him.
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Harry cringed at Blake's words and he closed his eyes, swallowing thickly. this was all his fault. he bit back horror that he had allowed this to happen and made mental preparations to inform the little ones that James was gone. they wouldn't take it well... he would have to come up with a lie, or a half truth, he couldn't just tell the little ones that James, their caretaker and hero had simply been slaughtered for no apparent reason. he watched Blake intently and shuddered a little as he sighed and let Zach shuffle him out, rather blank eyed and in shock all over again. "...Polyjuice?" he asked curiously as he took the vial and examined it. "made it yourself?" he asked curiously before looking at Zach. "i'm not sure." he admitted simply. "i know you would never, ever willingly do such horrible, horrible things. but there are potions, and spells that can make people do things they don't want to do... either way as far as i can tell, your a victim in all of this..." he leaned against the wall and tipped his head back, fighting back the urge to start crying.
"James..." he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. "why did it have to be James?" he asked softly. "i was worried how he was going to take this... you being back i mean... i was worried he'd try to fight you for Blake... i was worried he'd try to hurt you..." he admitted, running trembling fingers through his hair. "and then he just up and gets murdered..." he looked at Zach. "can't suspect you, considering we where fucking." he admitted. "so where does that leave me!? how can i find the bastard... when i have no leads... no clues... no nothing?" he looked at Zach. "how can i do this for Blake... how can i do anything for Blake anymore?" he demanded, running a hand through his hair again, making it utterly messy. "i got James killed..." he wasn't sure how that was, but he was certain of it. "...did Blake tell you about being finding his real family?" Harry asked softly. "do you think... maybe that has something to do with this? or is it just a coincidence how everything is happening all at the same time?..." he looked at Zach again. "the Death Eaters... they... their the ones that killed you, aren't they?" he asked softly. "their the ones doing this... and that's why Lucius chose now to find his son. it's like a distraction..." he wasn't sure if that was true or not, but it was the only Theory he had... maybe it was time to visit dear old Lucius Malfoy?
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Zach smiled and looked at the flask in his hand "yeah, made it myself. I changed it a little so it lasts longer, doesn't taste as bad and has a smoother transition. So really it's altogether much better" he said, proud of himself. He knew it would intrigue Snape so he planned on showing it to him later but he had more things to worry about right now. He nodded at the comment that he had been a victim in all of this. He didn't feel like a victim. He felt like a killer, but he was willing to let him believe that and not argue with him. "It's all happening now because he's been found. He's a strong wizard who hasn't known about this world until now and people know he exists so they're going to want to corrupt him. And he's Lucius Malfoy's son. That itself constitutes a search party and a war going on, though I don't know how familiar you are with Lucius and the Malfoy pride complex. Hell, Blake doesn't even know him and he's got it sometimes" he muttered, more amused at the fact that anything else.
"Let Blake talk to the brother. He'll want to, he was closer to him than you were" he said bluntly, never having watched the way he spoke to Harry before and he wasn't planning on starting now. Besides, he was only sleeping with him because of Blake, and he would limit those encounters as much as he could. He was never a fan of sharing his things, and that dislike grew when it came to Blake. When they would go out he was extremely possessive of him and if anyone even looked at him the wrong way he would say something. Some would call him overbearing but Blake thought it was cute and teased him about it though he didn't mind in the least. He heard a noise at the door and unlocked it, Blake stepping out in sweatpants and a raggedy shirt of Zach's, rubbing his face. "Can we go out? We need to get a haircut" he said, Zach not surprised in the least that he wasn't planning on talking about what had happened or spending all day crying about it. He wondered what he had done when he had died, though he sensed that it was James and Harry.
Zach looked over at Harry and essentially was telling him that he was going to take Blake out alone. He figured that it would be easier to talk to him alone and he wanted to spend some time with him alone without having to worry about Harry and having to watch what he was saying around Blake, because he knew he would be badmouthing him and he didn't want to worry about having to watch what he was saying. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about it but it needed to happen. Blake nodded and stared at Zach for a few moments "you look familiar, whose hair did you grab?" he asked, frowning as if he were trying to remember who he looked similar to. "I don't know, it was some guy we passed coming back here, I figured I'd need it at some point here with everyone thinking that I killed all those kids" he said, glancing at Harry as he did. He knew what he thought. He knew that it would have looked suspicious that he left soon after it happened but he had met Blake and needed to watch out for him and himself so he didn't get killed, though he hadn't done a very good job of that.
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Harry looked very impressed. "you know Snape might be quite interested in that... do you know Snape?" he asked hesitantly. "ah well i'll introduce the two of you." he promised. "i know a little bit about the Malfoy's and i have to Agree, Blake does sort of have that 'i'm better than you' Ego from time to time... it's sexy." he admitted with a small chuckle before looking worried. "i am afraid that Lucius might try to manipulate Blake into doing something that Blake doesn't want to do... Blake is so strong but...." but Harry knew for a fact just what the promise of a loving Family could do. "your right, Blake would be the person to talk to him... Blake is better at it, i'd probobly make the poor kid cry... i'm still not too good with emotions and stuff." he admitted with a little bit of a fidget. "listen, Zach.. i..." he paused as Blake came out and he blinked at the other for a moment. he knew that Zach wanted alone time with Blake and he hesitated. "i can't go." he finally stated, letting Blake and Zach have their time together. he knew his time with Blake was limited anyway. "you two have fun though, alright?" he offered with a smile. "i have to..." he looked away, guilt heavy on his heart. "i have to make preparations..." he glanced at the Zach. "when you come back, Zach... we need to talk, alright?... in private preferably." they needed to talk about things.
he hesitated again before walking off, walking slowly as he thought about things. he was frightened of what was going to happen to Blake, he was worried about Lucius... he wished he could retire, but there was no one he was willing to hand the Adderstrike to... maybe Zach, but no one would trust him, not now. so Harry was stuck until he could find someone else to take over. he made the funeral plans in secrete, he didn't want to make the kids cry, and they would cry, he knew they would. how could they not? he looked up only when he realized Blake and Zach where back and he sighed, shaking his head a little. he didn't want to talk about it now... he didn't want to do what needed to be done... but it had to be done, and Harry's heart was hurting as he laid his head in his arms and stared blankly at a cracked wall, wondering just when Life had gotten so hard.
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Zach smiled and nodded, it wasveryhot when Blake acted like he was better than others since usually when he did it, he was. Blake didn't acknowledge either of them as he walked away and out of the building. Zach watched him walk away from them, his concern and love clearly written on his face. It was something that Harry wouldn't have seen before. Zach hadn't been with anyone or even hinted at being with anyone while he was around Harry, or anyone for that matter. He looked back up at Harry and nodded "yeah, we'll talk when we get back. Private's gonna have to work cause there are things we need to talk about" he said, running a hand through his hair and walking away, following his boyfriend out of Adderstrike and into the real world. He caught up with Blake and wrapped an arm around him, kissing his cheek. Blake smiled and leaned into him, relaxing a bit more when the potion wore off and he was himself again.
They were out for a few hours, both had gotten a hair cut and Blake seemed a lot more relaxed and calmer than he had been in a while. Zach didn't really look surprised to see that Harry was still sitting where they had left him when they had gone, knowing how things affected him. "C'mon Harry" he said gently, kissing Blake lightly as he went into his room. He took Harry back to his own room so that they could talk and he could rest and they'd have a little bit of privacy at least. "So what were you needing to say that he didn't need to hear?" he asked, nothing in his voice giving away any emotions. He sat down in a chair and wished that he had some tea, it always made him feel better when he was stressed or just not feeling too well. He knew Harry was stressed but he really didn't know what he wanted to talk about. There was nothing that he could think of that he needed to say while Blake wasn't around, though Blake was the person that he told just about everything to.
Blake had changed into some more comfortable clothes and was lounging in his room when he heard the knock on the door, getting up and opening it, his mouth gaping unconsciously when he saw who was standing in the hallway. "I'm not saying shit to you until you prove you are who you are" he said angrily, pulling him into the room and throwing him into a chair as he sat on his bed and looked him all over multiple times. "I don't want you to be dead but I'm getting really sick of people dying and then coming back to life. So what the hell happened to you?" he asked, glaring at him and waiting for him to explain what happened.