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"THEY WHAT?" Harry yelled into the phone.

"Clam down. I said they arrested Sam." Dean rubbed his ear.

"Do they wish me to melt off their faces, their flesh, or just their skin." Harry's body began to quiver.

"All they saw was a werewolf attack a denseness man." Dean grumbled. "Never mind the guy he attacked was shooting them dead and then SHOT Sam and provoked him." Dean sighed. "Is Anita home?"

"Try her cell." Harry sighed. "I'd say I'd be there in a sec, but I'd make a bad situation worse." He closed his eyes.

"At least you know you can't help."

"Dean." Harry breathed in deeply. "That just means I have one to maybe two things keeping me from blowing down the entire continent that he's being held in to get at him.

"You wouldn't-"

"Dean look to your left." Harry's power flared and a plaque on the wall next to Dean melted down the wall.

"Point taken."

"Get him out of jail. Or I will." Harry hung up.

"Great." Dean sighed as he dialed. "Yeah, Bobby..."
***

"Who was that on the phone?" Draco asked as he helped Teddy up to his chair at the table.

"Dean." Harry paced. "Sam's in jail for being a werewolf and saving lives." He growled.

"Harry." Draco rose and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "It'll be day light in another four hours. Let me do something."

"What?" Harry looked lost.

"Hand me the phone and help Teddy get his plate." Draco held put his hand.

"Okay?" Draco took the phone dialed a number he must know by heart.

"Wolfram and Hart¹? Yes, this is Draco Malfoy, I have a small problem....."
***

"Mr. Samuel Winchester?" A well dressed lawyer stepped into the jail cell where Sam was sitting with his hands cupped over his crotch.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to be called Samuel?" The lawyer stood there and waited as a police officer came towards them.

"Sam."

"Well Sam, I'm Mr. Lawn. I'm your lawyer." Mr. Lawn stood there.

"But I didn't hire..."

"Oh I'm sorry, your friend Mr. Malfoy contacted us about your situations and I was contacted to come make my presence known." Mr. Lawn smiled.

"Draco hired you?"

"Yeah, he did." Dean came walking in the room with a grin. "He apparently has a massive law firm on retainer for things like this. I'm really starting to like that kid."

"I'll like him a lot better if he brought me cloths." Sam was standing there, his bare body exposed to the cops, as well as his lawyer and brother.

"34 waist 38 length?" Mr. Lawn pulled out a pair of jeans and a matching pair of boxers.

"How...?" Sam frowned.

"Draco explained that post transformation you'd have been nude when arrested. And I will be filing a motion against your office for keeping my client naked and humiliating him unnecessarily."

"He's a fucking werewolf, who cares if he's wearing cloths?" The officer made a face.

"Thank you my good sir. You've just insulted my client because of his disease while acting in an official capacity in front of a sworn Federal Marshal, two in fact, and a lawyer. I want to thank you for making my job all that much easier." Mr. Lawn smiled as he passed the cloths to Sam.

"What the hell are you talking about?" The officer crossed his arms glaring at Mr. Lawn.

"As a sworn officer of the United States of America you are sworn to uphold the laws of this country. And Cole Vs Nebraska recently went to the Supreme Court. Making it law that if an officer shows an unfair bias towards a lycanthrope sufferer it can be labeled bigotry, hatred, and makes your events a hate crime. By the time I'm done officer, you'll not have a job, you'll send the rest of your life paying my client's bills, and you'll wish you'd learned to keep a civil tongue in your mouth." The officer glared stronger. "Now if you wouldn't mind doing your job, while you still possess it, please unlock the cell so my client whom is free on bail may be released pending his day in court."

"Open it your damn self." The officer spit at Mr. Lawn.

"Thank you again officer." Mr. Lawn smiled. "Now, if you'd be so kind, would you mind clarifying?" Mr. Lawn leaned in close. "Are you refusing to do your swore duty?"

"Help a fucking werewolf and his pansy lawyer and asshole brother? No fucking way." The officer glowered.

"Ah. Thank you for clarifying. I wouldn't want to have you charged with something you didn't do." The Lawyer picked up the keys and unlocked Sam's cell and then started writing something down. He told Sam to wait with Dean by the cell with the nice officer and walked back out. Not ten minutes later a very angry looking Chief of police stormed in with Mr. Lawn at his side.

"JUST WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE BACK HERE JACOBS!" He shouted. "Discrimination, refusing to do your job, bigotry. You're being charged with about a dozen crimes that force me to take your gun, your badge, and put you on unpaid leave while we have an investigation into this." He held out his hand.

"But Chief..."

"No buts, but yours going out that door after handing over your gun and your badge."

"You fucki-"

"Keep your mouth shut Jacobs." The Chief glared. "You're only digging your effing hole deeper."

"But it ain't right!"

"Leave it." The Chief maneuvered Officer Jacobs out the room.

"I think I'm in love." Dean grinned.

"Treat me to dinner and I'll let you get a home run." Mr. Lawn led them out.
***

"So you're out of jail?" Harry breathed easier.

"Yeah Draco's lawyer got me out. I have to stay at Bobby's so they know where I am. Since it was the closest place to up here."

"Should I come?" Harry bit his lip.

"Maybe. Give it a day to see how bad this shit storm is. If it's going to get worse, I don't know. But if it's going to blow over, then I'll be home soon enough." Sam tried to smile into the phone.

'Sam, I know you're worried but we love you.' Harry sent a mental hug through their link and so did Nathaniel.

"Thanks." Sam did smile then.

"Give us a call tomorrow, I'll apperate everyone there." Harry said honestly.

"I'm sure it'll be good." Sam sighed. "Can you put Teddy on?" Sam yawned.

"Sure. Teddy." Harry smiled as he handed the phone over.

"Uncle Sam?" Teddy looked afraid.

"It's me Teddy Bear." Sam's voice held his smile.

"Uncle Harry said you might be gone longer?" Teddy clutched the phone to his head.

"Yeah, I might be gone a little longer. I'll find out tomorrow how long I have to be here."

"Okay." Teddy looked a little depressed.

"How far did Nattie and you get?" Sam smiled softly.

"We got to the cauldron that jumped around." Teddy smiled a little.

"Well you tell him I said that the story about the fountain that grants wishes is mine to read." Sam grinned. "I'll see you soon Teddy Bear."

"You too Uncle Sam. You want me to put Uncle Harry back on?"

"Yes please." It never hurt to start teaching a child manors.

"Uncle Harry." Teddy held out the phone.

"Thank you Teddy." Harry smiled and hugged the boy as he trotted out to find his Uncle Nattie. "That went well."

"It easier with him... how are you doing?" Sam bit his lip.

"I'll survive." Harry smiled. "What else can I do? Boy who lived here."

"I'll see you soon."
***

"Hey Nathaniel I'm going to go out for a bit of a jog." Harry sighed.

"Still not dealing with Sam being in trouble?" Nathaniel hugged Harry after closing Teddy's bedroom door.

"Yeah... it just makes me... so mad." Harry closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. "I mean, where do they get off-"

"Probably don't." Nathaniel shrugged. "But anyways. Away from Teddy's door?"

"Okay." Harry smiled and ducked his head while they walked the short distance to the front room.

"Where you going for your jog?" Nathaniel sat down on the couch.

"I'm thinking about the woods out back for a start, and maybe eventually ending up near the Lupanar."

"You're really in for a bit of a work out today aren't you." Nathaniel looked at Harry.

"Sorry, I get antsy and I channel the energy into either fighting or I start working out. It's the best of the way I have for burning off the energy." Harry blushed as he sat on the back of the couch.

"Better then hitting things I suppose." Nathaniel watched him with a knowing look.

"I would never..."

"Not saying you would. Just saying it's a healthy way to release some stress." Nathaniel shrugged. "But be careful. Please?" Nathaniel held Harry's hand and smiled. "I'll be here waiting for you and watching a movie." Nathaniel smiled.

"Zane's finally not here." Harry looked around.

"Yep. No Zane." Nathaniel smirked.

"Means a free telly." Harry grinned.

"Yep." Nathaniel smiled and walked over to the dvd library that Anita had let him purchase slowly over the last year or two. "I'll see you in a bit?"

"Sure." Harry smiled as he shrugged off his shirt and slipped into his running shoes. Between all the nervous workout energy and the lycanthrope additions to his Tarat breed, Harry's body had been getting better and better. He was rather glad that his next series of shows at Guilty Pleasure was the same night as the first night of the full moon. Harry smirked as the trees seemed to bend and bow around him so that he seemed to run through a green leafy water like forest.

He felt alive again. Sitting and waiting for Sam to get out of jail and get his life back on track and not being able to do anything was driving him insane. But being out here. Running again. Running so that there was nothing but his feet and the dry earth below them. He felt at home as his senses bled away down to just his base animal instincts. Dodge left branch, fun smell to the right, huh, stray cats going in heat. He kept running his mind recording all it experienced, but his conscious boiling down to just raw animal instinct. He pulled up short of a clearing and panted, his body thrumming with power.

"I think it's this way..." A voice said and Harry leaned forwards, his nose in the air. Cat. Big cat. Big cat.... puma... two of them. He tilted his head. Werepumas and they're looking for something.

"You moron, it's over there." Harry saw a clawed hand point. "The flame of the first is that way. Sealed behind wizarding magics. The fools. Like adding magic would hide it from us." He gave a horse laugh.

"Well it's not like... why is that hedge glowing." Harry had time to think crap before he charged out of the hedge and transformed into his Tarat form.

"DIE HALF BLOOD!" One of the werepumas transformed and attacked him. He felt the claws sink into his flesh. His green eyes swam with blackness with a single green flame in each eye as he tore the demons out of the werepumas. He could see the black smoke and felt it scream as it was consumed by emerald frames. He turned his fury on the two werepumas and felt the knowledge burning inside them like stolen flames. He drank in the knowledge that the demons didn't know where their masters were. They were still gathering lycan types, and trying hard to complete the Tarat ritual. They had done what Harry couldn't, put enough of the big cats into his path and into him that now he only lacked the Tiger and the Lion and he knew where to get them. He looked at the pitiful werepumas and apperated them back to their homes. No need for them to suffer.
***
"You done feeling sorry for yourself you idgit?" Bobby walked into the room where Sam was sighing and looking forlorn at his laptop.

"I'm going to either be killed or fired. And personally I'm not sure which one is worse." Sam didn't even look away from his computer.

"And you're going to sit here and wallow in it?" Bobby shook his head. "What about your boy?" Sam turned and looked at him. "Your brother has a big mouth."

"He's Harry's godson. I'm just Uncle Sam." Sam recovered quickly.

"That's not what I heard on that phone." Bobby pointed. "That boy is as much yours as anyone's. Who fucking cares if you're a werewolf? Who fucking cares if you're gay? That little boy is the most important thing in your life. Maybe you should think about how this effects him." Bobby glared at him.

"His name is Teddy." Sam turned the laptop around and showed Bobby the picture of Teddy, Nathaniel, Harry, and himself on the couch back at Anita's house.

"Good looking kid. Glad he doesn't look like your family. Ain't none of you lookers." Bobby smirked.

"You're just jealous." Dean walked in.

"Of?" Bobby glared at him, letting Dean know he was on thin ice.

"Of our roguish good looks?" Dean walked past him.

"You idgit." Bobby shook his head.

"What do I do now?" Sam asked from where he was half laying on the desk.

"You get into the panic room." Bobby shot him a look.

"Bobby I'm not that..."

"You're a fucking werewolf. Tomorrow's the full moon. YOU go into the panic room."

"Bobby.."

"Panic. Room." Bobby pointed.

"Okay. Okay." Sam raised his hands in surrender and packed up.

"You know Sammy I've never even seen you shift before the other day." Dean frowned.

"Well, Harry's helping me." Sam blushed. "He's really helped take my anger. I'm not raging as much now." He gave a soft smile.

"You're not getting out of sleeping in the panic room." Bobby crossed his arms.

"Fine." Sam grinned before heading down.

"You're being kind of hard on him aren't you?" Dean looked at Bobby.

"He's a werewolf."

"And it wasn't his fault." Dean countered.

"I know that." Bobby sighed. "But.."

"You said it yourself Bobby. We ride him hard. But we both saw him man up. He managed to get clean, twice. He butched up and got the blood he needed to take on Lucifer. He stopped Lucifer and threw him into the pit again. He saved lives he fights hard. And he gets infected with a virus he can't stop or control. That's turned him into a monster that he can barely keep inside. And we're still riding him hard like it's his fault." Dean stood up. "Bobby, sooner or later we have to face a few hard truths. He's not a little kid and he's dealing rather well if you ask me." Dean said before walking out.

"Neither of you are kids anymore." Bobby sighed. "And somedays I have trouble remembering that.
***

"You were pretty hard on him." Micheal leaned against porch railing.

"I'm harder on myself." Dean sighed as he sat down.

"That you are." Micheal stretched. "But one of these days you'll come out of the closet and spread your legs in public."

"Excuse me?" Dean looked up.

"Oh, we both know the reason you're so hard on Sam lately is he's out and proud and you're still so far in the closet." Micheal looked at Dean from his perch on the railing.

"I'm not..."

"Dean. You masturbate to the thought of my host's naked body. You've seen Cas' host naked and long for it. You spent that night with that lovely man named The Chief..." Micheal arched an eyebrow.

"That doesn't..."

"Dean you don't have to say it." Micheal cut him off. "Hell you don't even have to think it." He waved a hand. "But that doesn't mean you're not attracted to men. Nothing wrong with tha-" Micheal stopped what he was saying and turned around to look at someone walking up the path to Bobby's house.

"Who's there?" Dean stood up.

"It's just me!" A familiar voice called out and Dean moved to see better.

"Chuck? What the hell are you doing here?" He blinked.

"If you'd ever bother to pick up your cell phone I probably wouldn't have had to come all the way out here." Chuck walked up to the porch.

"Why is the prophet here?" Micheal squinted as he circled Chuck.

"Because I need you to take me to Anita." He turned to Dean. "She doesn't know what's coming and she's going to need some help."

"What's coming?" Dean looked worried.
***

"Harry, what's up?" Anita looked up from her desk at work and spotted Harry only just wearing a pair of shorts looking delicious and distracting all in one go.

"Need you." Harry panted as he walked into her office and sealed her door with his magic. "Need what's in you." His eyes burned with emerald fire as he waved his hand and the blue flame of the first flame bloomed into being in the office. "I need to be complete." He put his hands on her and pulled her in to kiss.

Instantly they were standing in a large dry cave. A wall of ice like water sealing the cave off from something. Behind Anita were all her animals. Here tigers of many colors, her lion, her rat, her hyena, her leopard, her wolf, her jaguar, even her Sabertooth tiger was present. But as she watched a new beast walked forwards, it's hands like bent back clawed hands, it's body covered in feathers and scales and fur. A chimera. It was the only thing that it could be.

'I am the one with no name.' It said to her. 'A beast born of sorcery. And my brood scattered through out the world. I am the panwere. And I am only visible now due to the light.' It waved its serpent headed tail at the blue ice like water. 'This magic is old. It calls to us. Calls us here. For one as old as I is on the other side.' He moved up and watched as Harry walked through the sheet of water, and it became clear. On the other side a wolf, leopard, jaguar, panther, and a puma paced back and forth, but a darker figure hunkered between them. 'The Tarot must be whole!' The Chimera growled.

'How do I make it whole?' Anita felt powerless here.

'We must give of ourselves.' The Chimera dirrected Anita's lion to touch the water. She flashed blue for a second and suddenly there was a male lion of a similar breed on the other side of the water.

'Cub. Child. Not mate.' The lion thought as she watched her magically created offspring be greeted by the others.

'Now it is our turn.' The Sabertooth Tiger stalked forwards, barely a dream of its former self. 'All as one.' All the tigers went forwards and touched the water as one. Each flashed blue before a duplicate was formed on the other side. All male to their female. 'Our child this one is. Like ours it will be protected.' The Sabertooth Tiger sat down and glared at all others, daring them to defy its declaration.

'The Tarat is now whole.' Came a growl from the other side of the water. 'I NEED THE RITUAL. MAKE ME WHOLE!' He howled.

'Flesh of the man. Flesh of the animal.' Harry's eyes were blue suddenly. 'Flesh of the foundling. Flesh of the child. Flesh of the ward. Flesh of the man. All is the same flesh. All is joined.' Harry walked to the water. 'By this magic am I whole.' He melted into the water.

'YES!' The Tarat glowed before the vision broke. Anita felt the explosion and went unconscious. The magic that was done in her office had blown her door right off its hinges. Sitting on her desk in the smoke filled room was the completed Tarat, consumed by its beast in its first transformation. Bert looked in, shocked to find Anita laying unconscious on the floor, the beast atop her desk, and her office a burned out ruin. His mind went blank after he estimated how much it would cost to replace and repair, just before he passed out.

"{Foolish man.}" The Tarat spoke in its growling Parsaltongue. It stood and watched over Anita as the magic it had wrought through its creation flooded through its link. First to Sam and then Nathaniel. From Nathaniel back into Anita and into Damian. From Anita it traveled across to Jean-Claude and Richard.

'What is occurring?' Jean-Claude asked, but his voice was like the wind as the Tarat's power expanded.

"{'I AM WHOLE'}" The Tarat spoke in every tongue and power it had at once. Letting all connected to it know that it was whole and fulfilled. Suddenly an instinct flooded its system before it could react. Instantly they all knew what it wanted before it could process it consciously. The Tarat was alone in this world. No mate like it. No children. No clan. IT NEEDED CLAN. So it would make clan. And as the Tarat took off at a sprint out of Anita's ruined office Jean-Claude muttered in French about how bad this was going to be.

***

"Micah." Nathaniel panted on the phone.

"What's wrong Nathaniel?" Micah's voice sounded calm and cool.

"Find... Harry... trying to make a ... clan..." Nathaniel was feeling utterly done in.

"Harry's what?"

"He went to Anita... he.. he finished the ritual tonight. He's a full blood Tarat. And now he's trying to find a clan. If he does..."

"Then he'll attack people all over the city. How do I find him?"

"Biggest smell of cats in one place. He's tiger, lion, puma, jaguar, leopard, panther and wolf. Any of those animals should be able to find him. I would ask Damian or Jean-Claude but both are drunk off the power the Tarat is bleeding into all our links." He panted.

"I'll call some werewolves to find Harry." Micah sounded like he was moving.

"I'll call Jason and have him find Anita. She was at ground zero... and probably isn't in the best of shapes." Nathaniel winced.

"Okay." Micah didn't argue. He knew they needed alphas to take Harry down. He pulled out the contact information for Draco. "Hurry Nathaniel."

"okay." Nathaniel hung up and dialed Jason's number, barely getting his thoughts out to Jason before passing out again.
***

"Anita..." Jason ran into her office where they were loading her on a gurney.

"Dunno why she's not dead. Looks like a bomb went off in there." One of the EMT's was saying.

"Dude, this is Anita Blake. Ain't nothing killing Anita Blake." The other EMT smiled.

"Oh god... Anita." Jason came in and held her hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a weak smile. "Micah's going after Harry to help bring him in." He held her hand tight. "Nathaniel's the only one who's in any state to make sure everyone's where they need to be." Anita's face showed worry. "He's handling it. Jean-Claude and Damian are curled up in a corner. The Ulfric is a big wolf. Sam's in a panic room in wolf form. Harry's out in Tarat mode. Micah's got all the alpha's he can get helping him trying to pull Harry in."

"good...." Anita panted.
***

"Chuck is this what you were talking about?" Dean yelled over Sam's howls as he battered at the reinforced door keeping him in.

"Uh... not exactly... this is part of it.. but.. it shouldn't have happened tonight." Chuck looked confused.

"Well what ever is going on, if we live through this I'll get you to Anita." Dean braced the door.

"Harry apparently did some big mojo." Bobby came down with iron beams and started bracing the door with them. "Nathaniel just called a bit ago. Harry finished becoming a Tarat... and is now looking to start a clan?" Bobby looked at Dean as shock flooded his face. "I take it you understand what's up?"

"Harry and Sam are magically linked. Harry upped his magic and unleashed a magical breed of lycan. Now the back lash of its driven Sammy off the deep end." Dean shook his head. "Anything you can do?" Dean looked at Micheal.

"I will try." Micheal vanished and suddenly the sound stopped. Dean jumped and opened the window into the tiny room to view a naked and unconscious Sam laying at Micheal's feet.

"What the hell did you do?" Dean bellowed.

"I simply put him to sleep." Micheal was suddenly standing outside the bars. "He'll wake up in the morning. But we should start towards Anita now. She was in the room with Harry when he transformed. She's injured." He started towards the stairs. "I'll see you in the car." He vanished again.

"I'll nail his wings to the floor someday." Dean cursed under his breath. Chuck followed him out and once they were on their way to the car.

"Dean." Chuck said slowly.

"Yeah Chuck?"

"There's nothing wrong with being into guys." He shrugged.

"Listen, don't start with me. What ever you saw..."

"What I saw was you and Micheal in the car there... naked rolling around making wild passionate love to one another." Chuck walked past a stunned Dean.

"I would never..."

"Dean, you're going to. And you're going to like it. And probably have a really bad day the next day guilt tripping over it. The point is. Just go with the flow, love it, and in the morning. Don't freak out." Chuck went around the car and got into.

"I..." Dean shook his head and sat down in the car. "This night is just all kinds of fucked up." Dean sighed.
***

"Harry!" Micah threw all his power behind that statement as he could as the others caught sight of him. He was holding a young man in his arms and looking at them like they were the ones doing something strange. His Tarat form was roughly seven foot tall, covered in fur, but the markings showed the variety in breeds of lycans that had went into making him. He bared his fangs at them and darted away with his prize.

"We can't let him harm the boy." Haven caught up with Micah.

"Maybe if we all focused at once?" The werewolf alpha looked around. "We tried calling individual beasts our own ways." He saw the skeptical looks he was getting. "But this thing is held together by magic so, maybe we need to use our power together. But kind of tune it together."

"The new guy has a point." Haven nodded. "One of his first was Leopard, so Micah should probably be in charge." Everyone looked at Haven like he'd grown a second head. But most of them knew about his time in the coffin. They knew well enough now what happened to those who attacked Anita's lovers. Not one among them was willing to tempt her wrath.

"Okay. We've got his sent. Let's work our way around in front of him and behind him. We'll all call at once. Focusing as a united force instead of separate animals."

"Sounds good to me..." Was the resounding agreement from the others. So as they all ran after Harry they pushed their beasts together and as one massive force and called to him. He turned and looked curious at them.

"{'have to help... he was shot... dying...'}" The Tarat was confused. They wanted him to let the boy die? That made no sense. He leaned forwards and they tried calling him again. He looked at them and scraped a claw along the bullet wound. He held the boy while he stopped shaking and seemed to come around. His body healing and pushing the bullet out. "{'only when death is the other option'}" Harry shook his head at them.

"You're in there Harry?" Micah watched the injured man heal and pass out. The Tarat nodded and howled at the almost full moon. Till the Tarat faded and all that stood there was a naked Harry holding the sleeping man to him. "Harry?"

"I understand the Tarat's logic... sort of. It doesn't want to force itself on others. But it needs to spread. To make a clan. The drive is overwhelming. Micah... he was shot and then dumped where you found me. Left for dead by the people who shot him. Now he's a Tarat."

"Harry there's a chance that he only caught one of your-"

"Nope." Harry looked down at the man. "The Tarat felt the transfer. It can only give its strain of lycanthrope to someone. I carry the others, as will he. But he'll only be a Tarat. Till we learn to control the change and bring out certain aspects." Harry yawned. "I kind of need to pass out now Micah.... can you take him to Lillian?" Harry's world went black then.
***

"You realize I'm going to have to smack you Potter?" Draco shook his head.

"What'd I do now?" Harry yawned.

"You made another Tarat. Who's awake by the way." He poked Harry. "Awake and wanting to know why he keeps doing magic." That opened Harry's eyes.

"He's not..."

"Oh yeah he is. He's got a magical core that's growing rapidly. He's about as strong as a third year right now. But by tomorrow he'd be as strong as you or I when we graduated." He sighed.

"Shit... I just wanted..."

"To keep him alive. Yeah he's actually glad you did." Draco gave a wry smile. "He said he wants to talk to you later about what he's supposed to do now."

"Does, I don't have a clue, sound right?" Harry bit his lip.

"Some how I'm going to go with no." Draco shook his head. "But you rest. Me, I have to get up and go lay down in my coffin. It's nearly dawn." Draco brushed a stray lock of hair out of Harry's face. "Besides, you'll need to go check on Anita." Harry's face went blank. "You got your tiger and lion from her." His eyes started registering memories.

"But... there... an explosion...."

"Of your magic. Yep. It blew up her office. With you and her inside it." Draco patted Harry on the shoulder. "Go see that she's okay. And beg her not to kick your ass. Meanwhile, dawn." He got up and laid down in his coffin, stretching a bit and then lowering the lid. In seconds the sun shone in the room and Harry smiled as some part of him felt Draco vanish with the day.

'At least I know he's sleeping every day.' Harry said ruefully as he thought back to when they'd been in the war together and Draco had forgone sleeping till he collapsed in mid sentence and just lay there till he woke up. Harry had always found watching Draco sleep relaxing. He sighed as he realized he wasn't likely to ever see it again. Getting up was an experience in pain as his muscles protested the movement. But he went downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. He smiled as was about to move into the kitchen when the front door flew open and a tall platinum blonde woman strode in, rage and fear wafting off of her like a French perfume.

"WHERE IS MY SON!" Narcissia Malfoy demanded.

"Narcissia...."
note¹ - Wolfram and Hart is a law firm from the television show, comic, and book series of Angel which is a spin off of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Am I adding that or rather those series to my cross over? No clue. I needed a high priced law firm and I drew the line at padding Crane, Poole & Schmidt. -smiles- Yes I watch Boston Legal.
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