I am King

Al Hollow's Eve

Simple Floor Plan of Dior's full Den-House

Harry ran out of the castle forgoing classes for the day. He was meeting Dior and his Mate for the first time. It had snowed in the past few weeks but it was only a dusting. By Yule it would be feet of snow. But none of that mattered right now, as tears streamed down his face. Of all days Ronald Weasley had to confront him and blame him for the curse put on him.

"DIOR!" Harry called into the woods, running towards the Wolf's den. He tripped over a root, falling into the branches. Falling deeply into a root. His side punctured an inch deep into his flesh. Harry cried out, but he didn't move. There was no point. Everything hurt, "Dior."

"I'm here pup." A warmth wrapped around Harry, "Deep breaths. It's going to hurt my pup." And the pain came before it was abruptly gone and the itching sensation started, "Deep breaths. The worst is over."

Harry just let himself cry, curling deeper into the warm fur that now surrounded him.

"Shhh, young one. I'm right here. I'm not leaving." A wet tounge licked behind Harry's ear, "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Something happened this morning." Harry gasped out, "They found blood on the doors to the great hall. It declared that the Heir of Slytherin has returned and that their enemies should beware."

"That is afoul young one. Do they know who did it?"

Harry shook his head, "Granger declared it was me. Said I probably found it and got corpted by some spell put in place. With my massive change people are starting believing it."

"Oh, Pup." Another lick behind the ear, "You know you didn't do it sweetie."

"People are starting to throw jinx's at me and there calling me names. I refused to go to classes today. I was heading to lunch when Ronald Weasley started in. I hate them. I hate them all."

"No, pup." Dior chided, "You don't hate Neville or Minerva or even Snape."

Harry didn't argue with that, "I'm no going to class anymore. No way. I'm pulling my Lordship and doing all my homework and studying in my rooms."

Dior hummed, "Alright. Come on. You can have lunch with me. My mate and son should be here by dinner."

Dior walked slowly down the hall, the hot cup of Chocolate in his hands. At the end of the hall to the right was his mostly unused guest room. It used to be his son's room until the man moved out. He stopped in the doorway with a small smirk. He newest son was sleeping, cuddled up under a bundle of blankets in what the boy called, 'A nest'.

"Is this the boy you've been talking about?"

The sudden Voice caused Dior to drop the cup, spinning around with a dagger now in hand. A hand grabbed Dior's wrist before the dagger could do any damage on the male who startled him.

"Knight." Dior sighed, "You could have made some noise. You're early."

Black smoke brought up the cup of hot cocoa and set it back in Dior's hands, "I got done with all my work early. I missed my mate."

Dior rolled his eyes even as a smile was pulling at the edges of his lips, "Sweet talking won't help." Glaring at his mate, taking his time to look over the male. Knight was clearly a fighter, a warrior. Dior never forgot he was the younger in the relationship when he stopped and admired the size of his mate. Broad shoulders, and hard muscle. Knight was heavily tanned with wild Black hair and storm blue eyes.

"But I haven't done anything yet." Knight was still smiling as mischif gleamed in his eyes, "Now, is this the pup you've been talking about?"

Dior turned back to the room to see that Harry was still fast asleep, "Yes. He's Arthur's desendent."