I'm sorry for the wait, but this chapter is finally translated. This is the last chapter of this story. Thank you for your reviews and comments.

Chapter 8 - Final Battle

Harry's training is eventually over. He has learned everything, every flourish of his wand, every incantation, so that his teachers soon have nothing else to teach. Voldemort better watch out, the young man thinks, and he's already manoeuvring his troops. The old bastard is preparing to attack.

Sirius is loads better. He no longer looks like a gaunt impression of himself and makes a hobby to tease and taunt Severus. But both men are finally seeing eye to eye. And Remus looks at Sirius with a smile in his eyes. Those two are hiding something, Harry thinks.

Lucius and Severus are talking with a low voice in the corner of the living room. Harry discreetly glances at them : Lucius, the luminous one and Severus, the dark one. The young man feels his heart contract when he sees their hands touching, their bodies coming closer, Severus grabbing Lucius' neck for a quick kiss. Harry turns his head away to conceal his tears and leaves the room. Secreting himself in the training room, Harry ponders his situation. Am I supposed to cry all the time because I'm in love ? The young man doesn't really understand why he hurts so much when he's the one distancing himself.

He hears a throat clearing and Remus, at the door, asks. "Harry, are you all right ?" The werewolf enquires. "Everyone is wondering why you just left."

"It's not important, Remus," Harry says, wiping his face. "I can't talk about it. I can't..."

"Harry," Remus' voice is inquisitive, "why are you avoiding them ? Just because they're a couple already ? It's not good enough a reason !"

"For me, it is."

"Merlin's sake, you love them ! Don't let them go away !"

The door creaks open and Sirius passes his head through it. "Who's in love with whom ? It's you, Harry, isn't it ? Please, answer me."

Harry flushes and says, "No, I don't want to talk about it, Sirius."

The animagus frowns. "You mean you can talk to Remus, but not to your godfather ?" The young man shakes his head. "Well ?"

"All right, all right !" Harry groans. "I'm in love. And no, it's not with a girl."

"So," Sirius smirks, "you're in love with a boy ?"

"A man..." The young man blushes and stammers. "Two men..."

"Whoa, you don't things by half !" Sirius whistles between his teeth in admiration. "Tell me more, who are they ?"

Harry hesitates. "Apparently, I don't anything like everyone else. Promise you won't be mad, Sirius. Promise me you won't be angry with me..."

"Come on," Sirius takes his I'm-your-godfather-you-can-count-on-me voice and insists, "I promise ! Tell me now !"

"Lucius..." The name is whispered, as Harry hides his face behind his hands.

"Yeah. It's obvious. He's looking at you like you're his favourite dessert. I suppose the other one is Severus..." The animagus stays surprisingly calm. "So. What's wrong exactly ? Don't they want you too ?"

"They do..." The young man mutters, embarrassed. "I'm the one who turned them down."

"I don't understand !" Sirius is puzzled. "You love them and you rejected them ?"

"That's it. Honestly, Sirius, look at them ! They don't need me. I'm nothing but trouble for them !"

"Harry, listen," taking his role as godfather seriously, the animagus says, "the most important thing now is to destroy the Dark Lord. I'll do it for you if I could, but... Well, once you finish off the bastard, ask yourself if you're still in love with them. And think then decide what to do. Don't leave them on an impulse."

Remus adds, "He's right, Harry. Don't let your happiness get away from you."

The Boy-Who-Lived looks at them balefully. Yes, I can do that, he thinks. He sighs and answers, "Thank you both, I'll think about it." After a short pause, he says, "Remus, Sirius ? Please be careful tomorrow..."

At Remus' question, Harry answers, "The battle, Remus ! The battle is tomorrow !"

"How do you know that ?" Sirius wants to know.

"I know, that's all. The plan was decided when we spoke earlier, with... Well, anyway, I have to inform Gabriel and Draco," Harry says.

"Not here tonight, Gabriel had a date," Sirius says with a laugh, "and I'd bet his date was named Draco."

Away from Severus' house, the vampire is waiting for his young lover in the Shrieking Shack. The secret passage under the Whomping Willow is a godsend. He can hear the steps of Draco climbing the stairs. The young blond doesn't wait a second before throwing himself in Gabriel's arms and lets his mouth be bruised by hungry kisses. He feels owned by the vampire whose caresses make him shiver and harden in his trousers. Feeling Draco's cock against his thigh, Gabriel chuckles.

"Don't laugh at me," Draco whines, "you feel the same..."

"Of course, I do, dear," Gabriel answers with a reassuring peck on the pouty lips of his lover. "Every time I see you, I feel hard for you."

"You corny flatterer !" Draco moans. "I love when your body reacts against mine, I love when you stroke me, when you make love to me, when you make me come..."

Gabriel tries to shush him. "Stop it, brat ! I'm going to blush under all these compliments."

"You can't blush," the blond responds, "you're a vampire !"

Gabriel doesn't answer, as he's using his hands and mouth to undress his young lover and throw his clothes on the floor. As soon as Draco is naked, Gabriel vanishes his own garments and holds the youthful body tightly against him. The young man rubs his prick against his lover's engorged one, he tilts his head back and offers his neck to the vampire who licks and sucks and finally bites. The pleasure rushes Draco's body as Gabriel swallows his blood. Once his thirst is quenched, Gabriel pushes Draco on the makeshift bed and bends his lover over. Aligning the purple head of his cock with the tight hole, he slams inside, before pulling back and slamming again. Draco whimpers in ecstasy when his lover grips his hips to thrust deeper. When Gabriel grabs his cock and pulls on it, Draco can't stop the pressure exploding in his loins and he bites his lips as he spurts a good amount of milky fluid all over his lover's hand. Feeling Draco come, Gabriel tenses then comes in turn in the warm channel enveloping his prick. Both of them slump on the bed, tired but sated.

"Love you, Gabriel," Draco whispers. "So happy to be your mate..."

"I love you too, dear. I'm happy you accepted the bond." Gabriel confesses.

Draco looks serious an instant. "We have to tell Father."

"I know." Gabriel wrinkles his nose in thought. "Do you think he'll take it poorly ?"

"No. I don't think so." the young man answers.

The two men finally fall asleep after another round of lovemaking. Draco doesn't know the final battle approaches but Gabriel can sense death lurking.

Harry tosses and turns in his bed. The thought of the morrow prevents him to sleep, even though he's not afraid. He's more ready than ever and he has to win. The young man gets back up to take a shower. He dresses carefully, a nice black pair of jeans and a white unbuttoned shirt. It's just in case, he coaxes himself, in case I don't win, I want to know. He closes his eyes and Apparates to Severus' and Lucius' room. Both men stares at him in surprise, but Harry has decided. He wants to feel love tonight because he could die tomorrow.

The Potions Master grabs his neck gently and leads him to the bed, on which Lucius reclines. His dark eyes fix him and Severus leans towards him to kiss him on the lips. Harry flickers his tongue in the older man's mouth and melts against him. He feels Lucius bringing him flush against his body and taking off his shirt. The blond's hands are everywhere, on his chest, his shoulders, his stomach and his arms. Harry can feel Lucius' hard prick against his buttocks and feels both nervous and aroused. He uses his trembling hands to take off the Potions Master's belt, unbutton his trousers and slip a few fingers to touch his groin. All his blood rushes south. Oh Merlin, he thinks, as he gets painfully hard.

Severus stops snogging the young man for a few moments, to undress him. Harry is overwhelmed by all those sensations, dizzy as if he were drunk. The two older men pushes him on the bed, entangling their naked limbs. Lucius is lying down against Harry's side and kisses him deeply, before licking his nipples, pinching them with his fingers and nibbling on them. Severus is lying against Harry's other side.

The older man pushes Harry to roll him on top of Lucius, who spreads his legs eagerly, and whispers into the younger man's ear, "Take him, little love." Seeing Harry's lost eyes, Severus helps him. "Coat your fingers with the lube, here. Then coat your cock with it. Then - "

Harry flushes but cuts him short. " - then I think I know."

As soon as Lucius is ready, Harry aligns the head of his cock to the wrinkly pink hole and pushes in slowly. An expression of rapture appears on Lucius' face. The young man moves and thrusts more and more forcefully as pleasure floods him and Lucius eggs him on. Severus smiles and grabs his blond lover's cock, stroking him on the same rhythm of Harry's thrusts. Lucius convulses as he comes without warning and swallows Harry's cry of ecstasy, as the young man collapses on him, wrung out.

"Don't move, little love," Severus says in a velvety voice, " stay in Lucius' arms."

Very slowly, the Potions Master caresses Harry's bottom, sliding his fingers tenderly over the sensitive flesh. His lubed thumbs explore the tight pink pucker and, with delicate attention, Severus prepares Harry to make love to him. The young man moans, a bit distraught by the slight pain he feels, but very soon spikes of pleasure engulf and drown the pain. Harry realises his Professor has entered him and feels nothing but safe and loved, sandwiched between the two men he's in love with. His prick rubs against Lucius and turns hard again. He can hear Lucius under him whimpering at the delightful stimulation and Severus over him groaning as he does his best to stroke Harry's prostate at every back-and-forth. Lucius ejaculates first, but every stimulation soon gets too intense for Harry who comes in small spurts over the blond's stomach. At the tightening of Harry's arse around him, Severus lets go of his iron control and spills his semen inside Harry while screaming his young lover's name.

Harry is kissed and petted by the two men in turn, until he falls asleep, satisfied and happy to have experienced love, sex and sleep with them. He cuddles between them.

Lucius falls asleep soon afterwards but Severus stays awake, looking at his two lovers and wondering. He wants Harry to understand that they can live together as a triad, that he and Lucius love them and that he's not a bother at all. We have to talk seriously after the battle, he thinks, our Harry cannot leave us.

It is five o'clock in the morning when the Boy-Who-Lived wakes up in the arms of the Potions Master, Lucius snuggling against them both. The two men are still asleep when he gets out of bed, takes a quick shower in their personal bathroom and dresses with his pair of jeans and his shirt that lay abandoned on the floor. He quietly leaves the room and slips in his bedroom to take his wand. He knows Severus, Lucius, Remus and Gabriel went to Privet Drive to retrieve it and his Firebolt - he has two brooms now -, but the men never told him what happened. Harry sighs, he doesn't really want to know. It's enough hat he'll never see the Muggles ever again.

Harry looks around at his bedroom. It feels like home. He remembers the Quidditch match they all played in the meadow behind the house ; he had smiled and laughed like never before and his team had won. Severus had frowned and pouted like a sore loser. He remembers one evening when they had felt bored and had played hide-and-seek like children ; he and Sirius hid inside the pantry and couldn't stop laughing at the situation, so that Remus had found them quickly and rolled his eyes saying they were still brats despite their age. They had only laughed louder.

The young man shakes himself free of the good memories, there is no time. Once in the kitchen, he munches on a muffin. The Marauders are sitting at the table, ready. Severus and Lucius enters the room and help themselves to a cup of tea in silence.

Gabriel Apparates and looks at them. He says, "It begins now."

Those two words sends Harry shivering. He looks at this comrades in arm and Apparates to Hogsmeade. The Death Eaters are here already, scores and scores of them ready to fight and win. Spells are cast right and left so that Harry erects a Protego shield and cast fatal curses back. Death Eaters fall all around, but there are more of them. The Boy-Who-Lived is closely followed by his loved ones. Draco and Neville are there too, fighting. Harry knows he's not alone anymore and it's a welcome comfort.

"Are you ready, gentlemen ?" Severus asks.

The eight men raise their wands and throw themselves in the middle of the battleground. They fight relentlessly for hours and Harry slowly gets closer to Voldemort. He's exhausted and feels some pain from the spell damage he received. He can see that at the feet of the Dark Lord Dumbledore is lying on the dirt and mud.

The old man turns his eyes to Harry and whispers, "Harry, Harry, save me !"

The young man looks at him with righteous furor and hatred. This man had allowed him to suffer so much, he even organised his suffering. Harry feels no pity.

His voice is strangely flat when he says, "Did you know, Tom, that this maggot had planned to kill us both ? He wants glory so much that he turned my life, and yours, into Hell ? And Fudge helped him with that ?"

Voldemort gives a sinister laugh and answers, "I took care of the Minister already, he screamed so deliciously loud that my ears are still ringing. So shall I kill the old fool ?"

"Please, do so, Tom."

A simple Avada Kedavra and a green spell later, Voldemort ends the life of the manipulative Hogwarts Headmaster.

Harry raises his wand against the Dark Lord in a duel position, while the reptilian monster Tom Riddle has become does the same and looks at him with his red eyes and says, "So be it."

The fight is painful and bloody. Neither Harry nor Voldemort wants to concede a single step back. Severus is too far to help his young beloved but he stares at the two men fighting a little too long and is surprised by a vampire group. He's completely surrounded and knows he won't make it. He fights hard, but the vampires are too many and the Potions Master dedicates his last thought to Lucius and Harry. He feels a bite on his neck, it's the end. A vampire is sucking his blood in mouthfuls until Severus' knees go weak. The pain is terrible, he falls down with his eyes closing. He doesn't hear Lucius screaming for help or Gabriel Apparating at his side.

Gabriel sees the marks on Severus' neck and immediately opens his wrist, letting the blood flowing down the mouth of his friend, hoping he isn't too late. Severus comes back to himself in a couple of minutes to find himself surrounded with friends instead of enemies, and Lucius protecting him from the battle with a strong shield. The blond waves to Harry, as the young man darts worried glances towards the two men he loves, hoping the Dark Lord wouldn't notice. But Voldemort notices it.

"I'll have to reward my pet vampire," Voldemort taunts, "Biting Severus is a brilliant idea, what a punishment for a filthy traitor ! Don't you think so, Harry ?"

"Shut up, Tom !" Harry shouts, full of anger.

"So sad Severus isn't dead, I'll have to take care of it later."

"Shut up ! Shut up and fight, you monster !" Harry screams. "Leave him alone !"

"Oh, oh," Voldemort sneers, " does the Gryffindor Golden Boy have a crush on the greasy Slytherin ? How interesting !"

"You're losing time in monologue, Tom," Harry taunts back. "Are you afraid to die ?"

The Dark Lord spits words of disdain and hatred at the young man, hoping to distract him and use this weakness, "Does the wizarding world know its hero is a faggot ? Do they know you spread your legs for men ? Do they know you like having a cock up your arse ?"

Harry is more than simply angry, he's infuriated by the monster. His body is full of magic, raging against his enemy. He hears buzzing in his ears and feels his eyes become misty. He doesn't see anything anymore, not even Voldemort, but he can feel the malefic presence. His wild white magic slashes against the darkness and explodes all around the Dark Lord, who falls, screaming and writhing, as a black cloud escapes by his mouth. Harry can see a blurred corpse at his feet, Voldemort is dead. Exhausted, Harry falls to his knees as all around him the battle is over.

Someone throws herself at him, gushing, "Harry ! I'm so happy to see you again and I am -"

"- Don't touch me, Hermione !" Harry shouts, disgusted by the behaviour of his ex-best friend, the traitor.

"But Harry, it's me." The girl is flabbergasted, by the man's anger.

"Stop pawing me, go away !"

The drawling voice of Draco is welcome. He says, "I'd obey if I were you, Granger."

"Belt up, Malfoy," Hermione sneers, "He's not your friend."

Shocked, Harry answers, "Yes he is. He's my friend. And you're not !" Then he shouts again, "Get away from me !"

Draco held his hand to the Boy-Who-Lived-Again to help him up. Harry is looking at Lucius who sends him a wry smile. Draco gives the young man's hand a squeeze and says, "Everyone is fine, Harry." At Harry's questioning look, he repeats, "Yes, everyone, Harry. Fine. All fine."

Harry takes a deep breath and feels truly relieved. He couldn't have borne the loss of one of his friends and loved ones.

He feels hugged from behind, and Sirius is jumping with a dog-like playfulness with his arms around his godson and singing, "Harry, Harry, the war is over and the peace will come back to us ! And your parents must be celebrating in heaven ! They would be so proud of you, Harry !"

Harry thinks about James and Lily, his parents he met before his time and inwardly thanks them for sending Sirius back. His godfather has been an invaluable help for him.

Severus walks towards him and smiles. He says, "Come, Harry. Let's go back home."

"Home ?" Harry's voice is a bit lost.

"Of course, home," Lucius answers lightly. "Where were you planning to go after the battle?"

The young man's eyes are shining with unshed tears, "I don't know, it's your home."

Lucius shakes his head, "No, Harry, it's our home. Home for Remus and Sirius, for Gabriel and Draco, for you and me and Severus. We have enough place for everyone. So are you coming ?"

"I think... yes, yes, I'm coming."

The group decides to Apparate back to the Manor. Gabriel waves them off and declares he has a last job to perform. He wants to take care of the girl traitor, but there is no need to involve Harry in such a vengeance. The vampire Apparates home an hour later, with a smile on his lips.

All men are relieved that they have won their war and happy to finally be free. They all stay in the living room to relax and chatter for a long moment, before Severus finally stands up and signals to Lucius to follow him. Gabriel stands from his seat and stops Lucius with a whispered "I have something to talk to you about, Lucius. Alone."

The blond nods his consent and the vampire goes on, "It's about Draco."

Lucius can see his son is still sprawled on the sofa next to Harry, the two of them smiling and twittering like birds.

"What about Draco, Gabriel ?"

"Erm..." It's the first time that the aristocrat sees his immortal friend embarrassed. "You see, Draco and I, we... we're lovers." Lucius raises an eyebrow at the declaration. "And, it is serious between us. I love him and... Well, I claimed him as my mate."

Lucius looks back towards his son. Draco seems worried, his eyes pleading for his father to accept his relationship with the vampire. Lucius sighs and answers, "As you're both willing, I'm fine with it, Gabriel. If I have to welcome a vampire in the family, I prefer that it's you." He frowns and adds, "Don't make him unhappy, please."

"Thank you, Lucius," Gabriel smiles. "And I'll make Draco very happy, I swear. He's my little dragon, after all, and I love him."

Lucius stands up again and walks to the couch where Harry and his son are sitting. He puts his hand on the dark-haired teen and asks him to follow him and Severus to talk. Once in the Potions Master's bedroom, Harry sits on an armchair in front of the small fireplace and the two men sit in front of him.

"What's going on ?" Harry asks in a small voice.

"We have a problem," Lucius says. At Harry's bewildered glance, he continues, "We believe that you don't want to stay in our house, Harry."

The young man nods and confirms, "That's true. I thought I would leave after the battle."

Severus replies in a dry voice, "Lucius and I would like to know why you want to leave."

"Because you're married." Harry feels sad when he thinks about the bond the two men he loves share. "I'm like the fifth wheel, I don't want to hold the candle and.. you know..."

Lucius can't hold the jab and says, "You are a moron, Harry Potter."

The young man looks affronted and a bit hurt. He opens his mouth to protest, but Severus adds, "Lucius is right, you are a dunderhead. We're married, so you're running away ?"

"I'm just leaving you alone, I'm not running away !"

"My arse, you're not running away !" Lucius says, "You're fleeing !"

Severus admonishes his lover softly, "Don't be vulgar, Lucius." He turns back towards Harry. "Tell us the true reason, Harry. Don't fib." The Muggle expression is so out of place that Severus flushes lightly and explains. "It's something Tonks said a lot during Order meetings. By the way, she's coming tomorrow to visit. So are Neville, Molly, Arthur and a few others."

Harry looks down and confesses, "To tell you the truth, I don't really want to leave. I'd like to live here for the rest of my life. It's the only place in the world where I feel happy and content. I would like to live you both, not only as a friend but as a lover. But I can't have that. You're married and I don't want to impose." Harry looks anguished at the situation and breathes hard before going on. "But I love you both so much and the night we spent together was so wonderful..."

Severus and Lucius share a look and the Potions Master smiles at Harry.

"We love you too, Harry. We talked about this, Lucius and I, and we'd like to ask you something."

Lucius takes a small case from his pocket and gives it to the young man. When Harry opens it, he sees three identical wedding rings. His eyes sting and tears roll own his cheeks, as the two men comes in front of his armchair and kneel.

"Severus and I ask for the honor of making you our husband."

"Please, marry us, Harry."

The young man is overwhelmed, but doesn't hesitate a second before throwing himself in their arms and saying, "Yes, yes, I accept."

A loud noise is heard behind the bedroom's door followed by a yelp and a whooping exclamation. It seems there were spies to the proposal.

Sirius enters the room and declares dramatically, "Well, you sure took your time. I had a leg cramp and fell down." Remus, Draco and Gabriel follow him in and congratulate the future triad, wishing them all good things. Harry feels like he finally has the happiness he deserves.

Lucius winks to Gabriel and takes him aside, far from eavesdropping ears and asks, "So ?"

And Gabriel answers discretely, "It's done, Lucius. The girl will never bother anyone ever again."

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