When Darkness Rises

Revealing

Harry lay in bed and twitched as his body started to heal. Sirius, Remus, Severus, and Draco sit around the small teen. Draco realized how feminine his mate looked, even his small form gave him that look.

Sirius started talking with a hurt voice. "Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin abused him. He could, apparently, do wandless magic. He hid his scars. I do not know if his inheritance will erase them or not."

Snape raised his head from looking at Harry and looked at Draco. "James was a dark creature, as am I. He needed to have my touch or that of a dominant throughout the day. Harry will need a dominant's touch constantly. I also believe that you two will have another mate. His birthday is in a few days," Snape started talking to Remus. "Invite his friends and see if his mate is among them. Draco will know before Harry. So," he turned back to Draco. "Keep an open mind. The Dark Lord will be arriving tomorrow to see his, ah let's see here, grandson."

Everyone looked at him in shock and asked, "why?" at the same time. Harry jerked in his sleep and curled closer to Draco. "He wants to help, that's why. He will explain when he gets here."

They lapsed into silence and kept watch over Harry. It was after midnight when Harry stopped healing. Finally laying still, they could tell Harry looked better. Remus and Sirius retired to their room, after showing Snape to a spare room. Draco just stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed with his sleeping mate. He fell asleep with a peaceful look on his face.

The next morning Harry woke with Draco wrapped around him. Slowly, he tried to extract himself, but the blonde just held on. In the dull light, Harry studied his mate. The usually straight long blonde hair was in a mess.

'It's kind of hot', the black haired teen thought.

Draco yawned and opened his eyes slowly. "Mornin' Harry," came out in a sleepy voice. He stretched and all Harry could do was hold back a moan.

Getting up out of bed, Harry stretched and moved into the bathroom. After a few moments, the shower could be heard and Draco buried his face in the pillows. 'Damn it Harry, your not going to give me any rest', he thought.

Meanwhile in the shower, Harry was refraining from slapping himself. 'Fuck, I never realized how damn hot Draco is...but he is mine now.' A smirk crossed his face and he finished up. He came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him.

"You look better," Draco said as he admired his mate's scarred chest and stomach.

Harry blushed and said, "yea well you better take a shower before someone steals all the hot water. I hear Siri and Remy like there's steaming." He smiled at the blonde's grimace. Harry went into the closet as Draco sprinted to the bathroom.

The raven haired teen just laughed and looked at his clothes. He pulled on black boxers before grabbing a pair of low riding dark wash jeans. He pulled on a tight black tank top before looking at a jewelry box. He pulled out a simple, thin silver chain necklace and slipped it on. He walked out and nearly ran into Draco.

"Hey sexy, watch out," the blonde winked. Harry just blushed and looked at Draco, who was wearing designer jeans and a silk black shirt. The small teen just ran his fingers over his mate's chest.

"Come on, Dray, let's go eat." Harry pulled his mate out of the room and down the stairs. They met Siri, Remy, and Snape in a race to go get food. Harry, being the smallest, just dunked around them and raced down into the dining room. Everyone else came in to see Harry sitting at the table, eating a piece of bacon.

After sitting down, they dug into their food. It was silent until each male had a coup of coffee drank and was halfway through their second.

"How do you feel Harry? I hope you and Draco slept well after we left?" Sirius asked and took another drink of coffee.

Harry and Draco just nodded and inhaled another few bites of food. They all snapped their heads to the fireplace as green fire erupted.

The Dark Lord stepped out, shaking off ash. A scream split the air. Draco is now in the floor after being tackled by Harry. The blonde looked up at Voldemort and nodded his head respectively and started calming down his distressed mate.

Voldemort has changed. Straight black hair falls past his shoulders. Gray eyes glow with light and his skin holds a light tan. He holds strong aristocratic features, even a straight nose.

Every man has bowed their head in respect when gray eyes scanned them. Tom lowed his eyes to look at a whimpering Harry. "Shh. I will not hurt you my boy," came his deep and smooth voice. "I have changed. I never ment to hurt you."

Harry shivers in Draco's arms. "Harry, he is whole again. He called back his souls, and he didn't kill your parents. It has all been a lie. Voldemort is your grandfather somehow."

Harry closed his eyes. "I don't know if I can face him." He presses into Draco.

"Harry please, look at me. I need you to understand me." Voldemort kneels a few feet away and Harry peeks at him.

"W-w-what do y-you w-want?" Harry stuttered out.

"To help you against Dumblefuck," the Dark lord said with a smile that showed off straight white teeth.