A/N: Uhm.. hi? Please don't kill me?! I know it has been ages since I last updated, but writing comes in second to real life and real life has been kicking my ass for the past year and a half... I'm really sorry guys... I'll do my best to update more regularly, but I can't make any promises...

Disclaimer: Of course I own it! NOT! Would be awesome though... *maniac grin*

Warnings: mention of rape, child abuse and OOC-ness for Snape ( hope I didn't forget anything )

Now, ENJOY

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"Ha!!" Petunia suddenly called out. "I found it!"

"Found what?" her son asked, confused.

"The potion for unbinding your magic." Harry said in excitment.

Petunia had gone over to her storage.

"Can I help you Aunt Petunia?"

"As a matter of fact you can. Would you light a fire and fill the cauldron with water please?"

Harry just nodded and headed over to the couldrons. "Which one do you need?"

"Best use the bronze one." Petunia added absently, while trying to find the crushed dungbeetle.

Harry proceede to the cauldron on the far left. An incedio and an aqua impleo later and there was a fire crackling merrily under the cauldron full of water.

"Thank you, Harry." Petunia went to the table nearest the ready caulron, jars, vials and other necessities floating behind her. Dudley was staring wide eyed and mouth hanging wide open at his mother. "Flies Dudley, flies." Petunia reminded her son.

"Harry, I trust you know how to floo?" Said teen nodded. "Would you mind dropping by Severus and getting some potion ingredients? I'm afraid I don't have all the ingredients needed in store..." Petunia turned her eyes away from the cauldron and looked questoningly at her nephew.

"You want me to go to Sna- Severus? Now?"

"Yes. And I think it best that he comes with you, since it has been quite a couple of years since I brewed a potion this complicated. I need powdered spiderlegs from a black widow, fairy wings, and a murdock root..." Petunia trailed off, once again looking in the potions book, incase there was anything else she needed."

Harry swallowed. Go to Severus... Maybe I can find out a bit more about my inheritances... "Okay, Aunt Petunia. Is the door locked?"

"Yes, magically. I have wards around it, so I always know when and if someone is coming. Just use an alohomora. It should do the trick."

Harry did as he was told, then stepped into the cold, damp room. The teen looked around. Petunia had not been joking, when she had said there was only a fire place in the room, for that was exactly what he saw. The room was cube shaped and on the left wall from where Harry had entered was the fire place. It was huge. Nothing really special just really really big. It must have been tall enough for Hagrid to go through or stand in without him bumping his head. And Dudley would have fit trhree time into the inner space. On the right of the fire place was the floo powder, which stood on a couple of brick stones that peeked out of the wall just enough to have a bowl stand on them.

Wow...Harry thought. He made his way to the small shelf-ish thing with the floo powder on it. Then something stopped him in his tracks. He didn't even know Severus's adress! How the heck was he supposed to go to him then... He was about to turn back to ask his aunt, when the fire place suddenly lit up. Harry automatically took a step back. The fire wasn't a normal color nor was it the floo green he knew. It was more like all colors at once, ranging from blue to green to yellow to purple and orange and red until it finally stopped at a turquoise, which seemed like a mixture of the floo green and an almost purple blue. Carefully, Harry approached the huge fireplace. When he was about five feet away, a voice suddenly sounded, asking "Where do you wish to go to?!" The voice was deffinately female. It sounded a bit metallic, but still sweet. Was that even possible? Harry debated whether he should answer the voice, and in the end he decided to do so. After all, what could possibly happen?

"Severus Snape's manor." Then thought quickly and added a `please´.

"Very well. Step into the fireplace." The voice answered. "Then cast the floo powder."

Harry did as he was told. He took a deep breath before he climbed into the fireplace, so he wouldn't swallow any ash,when taking a breath to call the manor's name. After throwing in the floo powder, Harry clearly said 'Severus Snape's manor'.

Grate after grate flew past Harry, then a soft push told him he was there and stepped out of the fire. Funny, he never had felt any pushing sensation before when traveling by floo. Maybe it just came with his aunt's fireplace... He'd ask her later. Harry's new creaturedness allowed him to land on his feet and not fall onto his nose. Interessting.

Finally, Harry took a look around. He was in a library. And it was big. There were rows upon rows of leather bound tombs neatly stacked into each shelf. In front of the fireplace, where he was now standing were two dark green leather arm chairs with a small round table set between them. It looked... quaint.

Suddenly, the smell of dried herbs and familiar blood filled his nostrils. Severus. But there was someone with him. A smell of vanilla and cinnamon. It was familiar also in a way, but Harry couldn't exactly pinpoint it. He heard steps now and soft voices, both of which he probably wouldn't have heard had it not been for his enhanced hearing.

Harry silently jumped on to one of the bookshelves, to get a better look. From this angle he could see the entire library. At the far end he could see the dark lean figure of his godfather and right behind him a smaller cloaked body in the shadows. Both men had their wands drawn and were now carefully prowling through the room full of books and shelves. Harry, still ontop of the shelf, slowly and silently crawled closer to the two figures.

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Severus was feeling watched. He trusted Draco implicitly when he said someone had breeched the wards of the fireplace in the library, eventhough that wasn't supposed to be possible. The fireplace was locked magically. Nobody should be able to pass except if given explicit permission, which Severus had only given a select few, which he knew for a fact wouldn' be visiting any time soon.

The Potions Master turned quickly when he saw a flutter of black robes. Ready to stun the intruder, Severus almost tripped over his own robes, when he saw a smirking Harry Potter stand before him. Getting over his momentary shock, Severus let his fear turn into anger.

"Harold James Potter!!! What in Merlin's beard do you think you are doing here?!" Severus shouted.

Harry paled and his smile all but vanished. Just in that moment Draco Malfoy rounded the corner. "Sev? What happen..." Draco stared in curiuos shock at his once upon a time school nemesis.

Harry and Severus both turned to face the blond. The potions master took a deep breath. "Draco, meet my other godson, Harry Potter."

Draco's eyes grew wide. "Other godson?"

Harry finally found his voice again. "Yeah, that was about my reaction when I found out my parents had assigned Severus to be my second godfather."

"Harry. Not that I'm not happy to see you , but how and why did you come here? The wards are not supposed to let anyone into the manor through this fireplace." Harry, who had gotten some color back into his face, suddelny was white as a sheet again. The tone his godfather had used suggested that Harry was in trouble. It was the tone Severus used to intimidate, whoever was grating on his last nerve and it was mainly aimed at him in school. 'Great Harry. Now you've done it. Severus hates you now...Why do you always do stupid things like this.'

"I'm sorry, sir. Uhm.... My aunt... I know I shoudn't have come just like this, but Aunt Petunia needs your help."

"Petunia? Why would your aunt need my help?"

"Well, she needs a few ingredients, to brew the unbinding potion for my cousin Dudley." Hary answered in a small voice. It seemed Severus had gotten over his anger.

Draco who had fallen silent now spoke up. " Why would your aunt need to brew an unbinding potion? To bind someones magic is illegal..."

Harry trained his eyes on Draco. Wait 'When did he become Draco? ... Probably when he didn't attack me the first thing he saw me.'

"Well, due to certain circumstances, she had to. Believe me, she didn't want to do it."

"Follow me then. And tell me wich ingredients she needs." Severus was arlready walking out of the library, so Draco and Harry quickly scrambled after him.

"Yes, sir." Harry hastened to say.

"Harry I told you, please at least call me Severus. I know old habits die hard, but sir and professor make me feel old."

"Oh, but aren't you Sev?" Draco asked, a mischivious smirk plain to see on his face. Severus smacked his godson lighly over the head. Harry wondered if he and Severus would ever share such easy comradship.

"Uhm, Severus... Aunt Petunia also asked me if you could come back with me to help her, since it has been a long time since she actually brewed a potion and this one is quite complicated."

Severus nodded. The three of them came to a stone staircase, leading downward. The steps looked worn and were covered with moss and other greens. There was an unmistakeable trail, which suggested constant use, since the steps were evenmore worn here and no green stuff grew. Further down and down it went. They all walked in silence so their attention would not waver, otherwise they would have slipped on the slick moss. Finally, they reached the bottom. They stopped infront of a weary looking door. Severus made a few quick flicks and swishes with his wand, which suggested he had done this countless time, and then the door was open.

The room looked more or less like the potions lab Petunia had, except it was much bigger and more cauldrons lined the wall. There was a huge double door, were Petunia's shelves would have stood, which was were Severus and Draco were headed. Not to be left alone around simmering potions and other things on the work benches, Harry quickly followed his godfather. Once through the double doors, the vampire stood in awe. This was a storage room. But it was huge! Shelves upon shelves ligned the walls. Everything in alphabetical order, seperated into dark and light ingredients, ingredients which were used in common potions, healing potions, not so common potions and the list went on and on.

Draco inched towards Harry. "Impressive isn't it? I remember the first time I came into this room. I fell in love with potions there and then." Draco had a look of pure content in his eyes as he eyed the multiple ingredients. He sighed.

Harry and Draco both jumped when they heard Severus ask, " What did your aunt need?"

"Uhm... Powdered spiderlegs of a black widow, fairy wings and murdock root." Harry said.

Severus vanished behind a few shelves and came back a minute later carrying the jars and phials needed.

Harry smiled.

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A quarter of an hour later, found the three men up in Severus' kitchen at the table all sipping the tea, Draco had made. All three had questions burning in their mind, their were swimming in their eyes.

Seerus was the one to break the silence. "Harry how have you been coping with..." Severus trailed off. Not sure his newly found godson would like his secrets be spilled infront of his other godson.

"It's ok Severus. I don't mind Draco knowing. I have been well. It hasn't been that long, since I last saw you, you know." Harry smiled.

"I'm just curious... Have you had another urge?"

"No."

Draco was got fed up. If Harry didn't mind telling him then he should bloody well explain what the two of them were talking about. "If you two don't mind, I'd really love to know what you are talking about...?" A slender blond eyebrow rose.

Severus stared at the blond, then chuckled. "Harry would you like to do the honors?"

Harry smirked. "Sure. Why not. It's only fair." He turned his eyes to to the slightly older wizard. "Well, I'm sure you know that turning 16 is just as important than turning 17. Even more so sometimes."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course I know that. I am a pureblood after all. Wait, are you trying to tell me, that you came into a creature inheritance.?"

"Two, actually."

The blond's jaw dropped.

"Flies, Draco, flies." Severus smirked.

"Yes, I came into two inheritaces; my vampire and my soul vampire."

Draco almost fainted. However, Malfoys don't faint, but it still took Draco every last bit of Malfoy self-restraint not to faint.

"Yes, it's true. James Potter was part vampire and Lily was a soul vampie." Severus explained. Then the man grew more serious. "But Harry, now you have to explain why your aunt changed her mind now of all times, about unbinding her son's magic. I mean we're in the middle of a war."

Harry swallowed hard. He would have to tell Severus and Draco the whole truth or they'd find out eventually in a not so nice way.

"If you want me to, Harry, I can leave..." Draco said.

"No, stay. I'll guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other and this is something I have to get off of my chest." Harry paused, then added, "And it might explain any weird behavior I may have displayed before and in the future."

Harry had never been one for denying one's feelings. It was a natural part of life. He also knew, that being a rape victim, he would tend to a few strange behavioral acts. It was only fair to tell Severus and Draco what they were getting themsleves into.

Harry took a deep breath.

"Well, as you know, I grew up in the muggle world with my muggle relatives. At least that's what I thought up until quite recently." At this, Severus raised an eyebrow and Draco's features pulled into a frown. Harry saw the questions swimming in the eyes of his godfather and the blond teen. "Let me get on with the story, you'll find out what I mean.

"So, I thought I grew up with muggles. I never knew I was a wizard until the day Hagrid came and brought me my Hogwarts acceptance letter and actually had to tell me I could do magic." Draco gasped softly, but otherwise kept quiet. Harry continued. "Up until that moment I had been living in the cupboard under the stairs, my letter had even been adressed to it." This time it was Severus' turn to gasp and shock was lining Draco's face. "I basically grew up a house-elf. I was the one who cooked, cleaned, tended the gardens, everything. I started cooking after my uncle held my hand flat to the stove top. He said it was his method to teach me the stove was hot and to be 'careful' when cooking. I don't exactly remember much about it. I just recall that it burned and then I blackened out. Other than that, I was to mow the lawn, water the flowers, clean the house from top to bottom, wash the car and if I didn't get the work done before my uncle came back from work, I would go to my cupboard without a meal.

"I guess you realize my uncle is a vile man." Severus and Draco, eventhough realizing it had been a rhethorical question, nodded. "Nothing out of the ordinary fits into his normal perfect world. He never knew that my aunt was also a witch. She had also gone to Hogwarts, under the name Petunia Merryweather, it had somethig to do with her supposed creature inheritance, which coincedently she never received. My mother and Petunia had a falling out over Vernon, and when Lily had come to apologise, Petunia had already married Vernon and more or less given up magic for him. She only used household spells.

"Anyway, that was totally off topic. Back to my younger years...

"Until the time I went to preschool, I didn't know my own name. At home it was either 'boy' or 'freak'. I was astounded that my teacher actually called me 'Harry'. On the very same day I came home and asked my uncle why they didn't call me by my given name. The answer I got was a punch to my stomach. After that I became a punching bag for my uncle and sadly my cousin took after his father. He started the game 'Harry Hunting'.

"Soon I realized if I did something better than Dudley, I got beaten, but if I kept a low profile and was an average student, the beatings lessend. They would never fully stop, but I was able to go without a longsleeved shirt for more than a day or two." Harry stopped. He hadn't noticed Severus and Draco staring in shock at him. They had gone paler than Peeves.

"Merlin, Harry! Why didn't you ever tell anybody?" Severus' whispered.

"Oh, but I did. I asked, pleaded, even begged Dumbledore not to send me back to them. He only said, I was overexaggerating and I should pull myself together. Be strong for the Greater Good."

Draco let an angry growl past his lips. However, he still looked ready to faint.

"Draco, if you don't want to hear the rest, that's fine. Because it doesn't get any better." Since Draco and Severus hadn't walked out on him yet, Harry felt save enough to reveal his deepest secret. The two of them didn't show any inclanation to run to the Daily Prophet with this news.

Draco shook his head. He saw this as a chance to make ammends and maybe become friends.

"Go on then Harry." Severus said.

"As you know my godfather Sirius died at the end of last schol year. A few members of the Or-" Harry stopped and glanced at Severus in an unspoken question. The dark man only nodded.

Draco noticed Harry's slip up and the silent conversation his godfather and Harry were having and decided to step in. "Yes, Harry. I know about the Order of the Phoenix and Severus' role in it." Harry sighed in relief. That would have been tough to explain.

"Ok. So the Order threatend my uncle to leave me alone, since I was going through a tough time with Sirius dieing. Well, my uncle is unfortunately not a person who takes kindly to being threatend and as soon as we got home he beat the shit out of me and let me rot in my small prison. And I still had chores to do and such. And the beatings increased during this summer, it had never been this bad before. I guess the threat of Sirius comming in and hexing him kept Vernon from beating me noticably...

"Then one day my cousin and my aunt went out for the day and my uncle came home drunk. He- he..." Harry stopped. He just couldn't tell Severus and Draco. He really wanted to. He knew deep down it would make him feel better, but the weight of being molested and actually raped and by a muggle no less was in all honesty humiliating. Severus and Draco would probably think him weak.

"Harry, are you alright?" concern colored Draco's voice.

Harry had entered a sort of trance. He didn't realize that he had accidentally voiced his thoughts out loud, although inaudibly. Severus guessed, that because Harry was so deep in memories, this had happened.

The next mumbling were louder and shook both Slytherins to the core.

"I don't want them finding out how weak I am. That I let him actually rape me! And I'm supposed to be one of the most powerful wizards ever. HA! I couldn't even stop my muggle uncle from beating, molesting and finally raping me!"

Severus and Draco sat stockstill. Had they just heard correct? Harry had been raped? And by his uncle no less?

The Potions Master finally broke his trance like state and reached out to touch the hand Harry had laying on the table. Draco started when Harry flinched away from the touch. But it had been enough to get the raven haired teen come back to the present.

"Harry... Are you aware that you just... voiced... all your thoughts out loud?" Severus asked carefully.

The change in Harry was instantaious. His face lost all emotion and his eyes became chips of frozen emerald. Draco and Severus had seen this sort of behavior from Harry many times in school, however always when the teen thought nobody was watching him. Yes, all Slytherins had noticed that Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had masks like all of them. He had slipped on a fake smile and frown when the situation had called for it. He was rather good at it. However, Sev and Draco were still slightly shocked about the rapid change of mood and the darkness that Harry was emenating.

"So, you heard me talk about being raped by my uncle, did you?" Harry's voice was cold and emotionless. His eyes held a calculating glint.

This time it was Draco, who broke the silence. "Harry, you are not weak." The blond's voice held a hint of finality.

Said teen looked sharply at the Slytherin.

It was Severus who spoke next, "Harry. You are not weak. What your uncle did to you was wrong and vile." He paused. "I have seen men break under a lot less pressure than you have."

Severus stood up and walked around the table, where Harry was sitting. He got down on his one knee, cold green staring straight into understanding onyx. The dark man took one of the teens hands in his. "Harry, I want you to know this: you are my godson. The son of my beloved friends Lily and James. Even if you were weak, and you are anything but, I would never leave you. I love you. And I will do everything in my power to help you see that you deserve this love."

During Severus' monolog, Harry's mask had melted away. He really wanted someone he could call family. Sure, he had his aunt and cousin, but he would always associate them with Vernon in some way. No, he told himself, you will not hold that against them. You will try to forget him. Harry wiped the tears from his eyes, before they could spill. He looked to Severus and then to Draco, "Thank you."

"Uhm, Harry...? What.... what happened... to your uncle?"

Harry tensed once again, his face became a stony, expressionless mask. Draco and Severus shuddered when they saw the look, the absolute coldness, in Harry's eyes. "I killed him."

Severus nodded slowly, but Draco froze. He stared at Harry, taking in the the stance and the aura pulsing from the teen. This was not the Harry he knew from school. This coldness, this block of ice, was truly the only one who could kill the Dark Lord. Draco shook his head, that may be, he chided himself, but this boy needs all the love he can get. And I will let him have it and be the best friend imaginable.

Draco had come to accept that his feelings of hatred towards Harry were not what he thought they were. After all, hatred is just another form of passion, if quite a bit darker than love. Yes, Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry Potter. Helplessly in love. It was one of the reasons the blond was living with his godfather.

"Harry. What happened after..."

"After I killed him?" Draco nodded. "Right after... Aunt Petunia came in the room. She hugged me and was saying over and over how happy she was, while crying. She pulled me and Dudley down into the living room and explained everything.

"I think then we all fell asleep, next morning I got up to cook breakfast and then, we went to her Potions Lab, where we looked for the unbinding potion and then I came here for the ingredients."

During Harry's and Draco's dialogue, Severus had thought about how Harry would take his next question.

"Harry, would you consider staying here for the rest of the summer vacation?"

Harry was stunned... Severus actually wanted him to stay?! He'd have to clear things with Aunt Petunia and Dudley first though, he was still supposed to teach and learn...

"Your aunt and cousin would also be welcome."

Had his godfather read his mind again?

"No, Harry. I was just thinking ahead. It would be easier to teach you and your cousin here. You wouldn't have to erect wards around the house, they can be quite taxing..."

"I'd... I'd love to Severus."

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Soooooooo? Whadda ya think? Anything unclear? Everything's fine? Tell me... *grin*