Third Place - Action/Adventure

Harry spun out of the way of the blade, ducked and then turned back and returned the attack. He had been back now at Corvus manor for just under two days and had been training constantly. His fathers hadn�t been pleased with his not practicing much at Hogwarts in the mornings, though they accepted the fact that he had had more than enough practice on his numerous attackers, and the fact that when he and Blaise did remember to spend the morning sparring, Harry had the elder vampire on his arse within minutes.

They had come up with a solution to that though, when they returned to Hogwarts, Harry would spend the mornings tutoring Blaise instead of the other way around. They wouldn�t fight with the aim to win, but Harry would be teaching Blaise all he knew and thus he would be staying fit at the same time.

Christmas morning was the next day and Harry couldn�t wait, Terry, who had been more than content to watch their sparring lessons, would be joining in with them once Christmas was over and Harry would be teaching him too. It was at Harry�s request anyway, he didn�t want Terry to find himself in the same position as he had that once he joined him to hunt.

His sword slashed against his Da�s stomach and Harry allowed the surprise to show on his face but he didn�t let it hinder him as he moved swiftly to dodge another attack, this time from his Pa. He grinned, that sense of freedom was once again filling him from the inside out and Harry couldn�t get enough of it. Judging by the equally freed grins on his fathers faces, it seemed they had missed this just as much as he had.

Damn it was good to be home.

He paused as an attack came from the left and right at the same time and then just as they were about to hit him, he dropped to the floor, rolled around and then jumped to his feet again. A dagger pressed against his Pa�s throat as his sword was pointed at his Da�s chest.

His grin widened.

He was just about to pull away and concede defeat when his Da and his Pa acted at the same time. Ivan pushed the sword away from him with his own and Dante grabbed the hand that held the dagger to his throat, he tugged hard and managed to pull Harry over his shoulder and throw him into the wall. They both came at him again as he dazedly shook his head, but he wouldn�t give in that easy.

He pulled the gun out from his ankle holder and he aimed it at Ivan, knowing his Da could successfully dodge the bullets and therefore wouldn�t get hurt even more... and yet it took time and effort to dodge them and that was time that Harry needed. He fired shot after shot, not even bothering to look to see if they missed as he knew they would and instead kicked his sword from the floor, flipped it and caught it in his free hand.

There now, he was back in business and wasn�t under a disadvantage.

That was a good job considering his fathers attacked with a vengeance, pushing him back and back, but just as Harry was about to hit the wall again, he turned and forced his fathers to follow him as he parried blow after blow. The three of them were moving faster than the eye could see and had been at this now for two hours straight, yet they weren�t breathing heavily and were enjoying themselves to much to call for a break.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the impressed look in his friend�s eyes and he spared a second to wink at Terry before he turned his full attention back to the vampires. The shapeshifter had said that he had already been taught how to wield a sword and Harry couldn�t wait to assess his level, knowing that once Terry was trained, he would be a challenge if just for his determination not to lose.

The one minute of thought had given his Pa the advantage and Harry cursed as his sword was flipped out of his hand, he quickly shot, aiming for Dante�s shoulder as his hand went to his belt for another dagger. He eyed the sword briefly, assessing the situation and trying to decide how to get to it, he had lost his other sword earlier and that had been kicked through the goddamn window.

He grinned at an idea then.

He allowed both his Da and his Pa to push him back, letting them believe that defeat was near as his features were pulled into a mask of perfect concentration. He stuck his tongue out slightly for good measure as he was forced into defence and pushed back towards the smashed window.

The look of triumph on Ivan�s face was really very cute, and Harry couldn�t resist the smirk that washed over him as he gave a little wave and then jumped backwards out of the window. He was on the top floor, but he knew how to land on his feet without pain and so he did a flip in the air so that he would land in the right direction.

He landed in a crouch and he just had time to snatch his sword up as both his Da and his Pa followed him. They looked a cross between amused and frustrated but the smug grin never left Harry�s face as he met their attacks with one of his own. He noticed Terry falling from the high window and a brief panic spread through him before he realised the damn fool was a shapeshifter and so he tore his eyes away and managed to slash at his Pa�s side this time.

At the same time though, his Da�s sword slashed across his neck deeply and Harry winced but other than that showed no sign of pain. He spared a brief glance to check that Terry had landed properly before he upped his own attack and forced both of his fathers back, never taking his eye off either of them again now. He kept pushing and pushing and then smirked again as his Da tripped down a step but then he huffed as Ivan regained his footing.

"Children!" came his Aunt�s snapped voice from the doorway but neither fathers nor son stopped or even bothered to look at her. She always grew concerned when she knew Harry was fighting with her fathers, worried perhaps that one of them may accidentally kill him or something, but that didn�t stop them from having fun.

"Can I open a present today?" Harry asked suddenly without pausing for breath and both his Da and his Pa snorted with amusement. Harry thrust forward and the point of his sword was just about to piece his Da�s stomach when the older vampire brought his sword down to block it and he once again managed to flip the weapon from Harry�s hand and into his own. While Harry was cursing and switching hands with his dagger again, he noticed his Pa had crept up behind him and was about to attack, just as his Da came up from the front.

He ducked instinctively then and snickered as Dante�s blade sliced into Ivan�s right arm but he had forgotten that the damn stone steps that led up to the manor were there and as he ducked out of the way of the attack, he ended up rolling down them. Instantly, his fathers were on him and his Pa had the dagger out of his hand before he could even get to his knees while his Da pressed the point of his sword to his sons throat still bleeding throat.

"Ahh shit," Harry muttered as he held up his hands to concede to defeat and both his fathers grinned as they helped him to his feet again, triumph over their victory and concern over their sons injuries evident in their eyes.

"I�m impressed my son, you had us caught by surprise for a minute there. Since when did you have a brain?" Ivan teased as he swept Harry up off his feet and into his arms. Harry sniffed indignantly and wrapped his legs around his Da�s waist, allowing himself to be carried back to the manor where his aunt and his friend were waiting.

"I could say the same for you old man," Harry said mockingly and then he rolled his eyes as his Da smirked and swiped a tongue over the blood on his neck. He tilted his head to the side to give him better access, there was no point in it going to waste now was there?

Terry was stood by the main doors of the manor with a huge grin on his face. He tried to smirk at the fact that Harry had been bested, but he was too impressed with the overall fight that he didn�t have it in him. Harry was placed on his feet next to him and they all watched carefully as the wound on his neck healed completely and left nothing but a thin white scar.

"Now can I open one of my presents?" Harry whined playfully and Terry snorted along with Dante and Ivan, but before they could answer, Harry was swept away from them by his Aunt Cerelias who was muttering the whole time about her idiotic brother and his fool of a boyfriend. Even though Harry knew she was about to make a fuss, he had to laugh at the irritation that flashed through his fathers eyes at the word boyfriend.

Christmas day finally arrived and once again, Harry woke before any other member of the Corvus clan. He jumped out of bed and didn�t bother to change out of his black silk pyjamas as he grabbed a gun and a dagger and then hurried out of the room. He nodded cheerfully to the guard at his door and then grinned at the one that had been stationed outside of Terry�s room as well.

He burst through the door and was dragging Terry out of bed before the other boy even had a chance to open his eyes.

"C�mon, it�s Christmas!" he said excitedly and Terry blinked at him in utter disbelief as he tired to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. Harry was literally bouncing as he tried to get him to hurry up and Terry had hardly ever seen him this carefree and, well, childish. He was actually acting like the eleven year old he was and Terry couldn�t help but grin at that, he always felt like a child when he was next to Harry, but apparently not today.

He allowed Harry to capture his hand again and then left the room, both grinning albeit for different reasons. By the time they entered the Corvus family living room; Dante and Ivan were both somewhat awake and sat at the table with a hot cup of coffee in their hands, watching through sleep-dazed eyes as the two boys hurried in.

"Morning," Harry said cheerfully, snickering at the wince from his two fathers and he hurried across the room to the huge pile of presents left there for him and motioned for Terry to explore the second pile that was quite obviously his. Terry watched him for a minute with amusement before he looked back to the two older vampires.

"Christmas and birthdays are his days, the only time he couldn�t care less what anyone else thought about him or about keeping up appearances," Ivan explained softly and Terry nodded his understanding, it didn�t take a genius to work that out really. Harry was the heir to the Corvus throne and he couldn�t afford to let anyone think that he may have weaknesses.

After wishing a good morning to the two Corvus lords, Terry crossed the room to plonk himself down in front of his own sizeable pile of presents. His family had sent them over to the Corvus manor after Terry had explained where he would be staying, by the looks of things.

"Oi!" Harry looked up from his present and glared at his two fathers questioningly. "Its cheating to wrap up birthday presents and then give them again at Christmas," he stated and then smirked at the two grins he got in return. His Pa and his Da came to sit next to him and gently took the laptop out of his hands.

"Actually, Mr-ungrateful, the laptop has been charmed since you last saw it; I got one of the wizards to do � something � to it so that it�ll work up at the castle." His Da said indignantly and Harry grinned again.

"Good. I didn�t want you to get any ideas,"

"Honestly, you�re so spoilt that you wouldn�t notice if we gave you a present you had three years ago," Ivan retorted and Harry stuck out his tongue

"Of course I would, I keep a list of everything so that you don�t cheat,"

"Now why doesn�t that surprise me?" his Pa asked flatly and then chuckled as Harry merely shrugged and went back to his presents. He came across one that had a note attached to it and he peered down curiously before looking at his fathers. They just shrugged and leaned forward; interested to see what it was themselves.

These once belonged to your parents, its time they were returned to you. Merry Christmas pup.
R.L

Was all the note said, and Harry wracked his brains for anyone he had met at Hogwarts with the initials of R.L but he couldn�t think of anyone. He frowned as he gingerly unwrapped the gift and then he looked down at the battered old black box. He licked his lips hesitantly and then he pulled the lid off said box and gazed down. There were two different sets of letters, tied up by ribbons, there were wedding rings, promise rings, a necklace and, at the very bottom of the box, was a folded up cloak.

An invisibility cloak at that

Without a thought, he pushed the lid back on the box and then placed it with the rest of his presents. He didn�t want to look at that now, he�d do it when he was alone later or something. A hand squeezed his shoulder and he looked up to see his Da watching him intently with a gentle smile, he nodded and returned the grin before he grabbed another present, watching as Terry did the same from the side of him.

The day was spent as calmly as possible as his two fathers usually went out of their way to make things traditional for him. During the day, they opened their presents, played with them for a while and then went out to fight. After that they would go hunting in the forest and then return to a nice warm fire and Harry would listen as his two fathers read stories to him as he lay curled up between them.

This day was no different and Terry was welcomed to join them with no thought, at first it felt as though he was intruding, but as he looked across at the three vampires who lay on the couch, he had to admit he had enjoyed himself immensely. It was nice to see Harry like this, but it was even nicer for Harry to trust him enough to allow his guard down. He had always known there was more to Harry Potter-Corvus than meets the eye, and he knew even now that there was still more surprises to come.

His friendship with the vampire was worth the alienation he received from his house mates. None of them could understand loyalty and friendship such as the one than he and Harry had, it was almost as if they had been drawn together. Terry had always had a hard time when it comes to making friends, especially with mortals, because he was so different, Harry could understand that and he had overstepped it easily.

He looked into the flames of the fire and listened as Ivan Corvus� voice washed over him as he read a muggle story called "Oliver Twist," to them.

Harry snuggled further into the warmth of his Da�s embrace, resting his head on the older vampire�s chest while his feet lay over his Pa�s lap. He allowed his Da�s voice to lull him into sleep and he closed his eyes with a contented smile.

Harry climbed out of his bed with a yawn and he moved around his room, washing and dressing, as if in a daze. It wasn�t until he was ready to leave that he noticed it was still dark outside and he grumbled to himself, wondering whether there was any point in going back to bed or not.

He was hungry though.

He grinned wickedly at a sudden thought and he slipped from his room and snuck down the hall, pressing a finger to his lips when the guard outside of his father�s door went to say something. They nodded and sat back down and Harry pushed the door open and then closed it behind him. When he finally turned to look at his two fathers, he smirked as he saw that they were � ahh � otherwise occupied.

He dropped his dagger on the floor and then stalked silently over to the bed. His fathers hadn�t seemed to notice his approach yet as they, well, �foreplay� seemed to be the only word that would spring to Harry�s mind when he thought of what they were doing. He saw his Pa move so he was spooned behind his husband, his hand seemingly guiding his very prominent erection to where it wanted to go. And of course, Harry chose that moment to intervene.

He dove onto the bed, landing on top of the pair of trembling Vampires, literally. Well, their thighs.

He watched, intrigued, for a minute as his Da and Pa simply stared at him with something akin to embarrassment and amusement before he ran his eye down they naked bodies to where they were about to join. He didn�t bother to say anything yet, and waited for them both to calm down and either do something, or pull apart completely. But they seemed oddly, frozen the spot; save the tremors that ran through them that Harry could feel beneath him.

"I�m hungry," Harry whined with a playful pout and his Da stared at him in disbelief while his hand went down to his pained erection, trying to cover it from view. Harry had walked in on them numerous times during these little games of theirs over the years, and they could still remember when Harry had asked about it when he was nine. Both still cringed at that memory; be it day or night, and Harry found it highly amusing.

He realised that they weren�t about to get up and feed him though, and so he heaved a great, put upon sigh, and rolled off the pair until he lay down facing his Da, where he then proceeded to stare, his head resting comfortably against the pillow. Eventually, Ivan growled in the back of his throat and he tensed his muscles, trying to tell Dante to do something and Harry watched curiously as his Pa entered his Da with one thrust.

"Am I old enough to do this with someone yet?" he asked innocently, knowing full well he wasn�t but making idle conversation anyway. Ivan glared at him before shaking his head, obviously unable to find his tongue.

"Not til you�re three-hundred and sixty!" he managed to choke out eventually and Harry shrugged indifferently. He always found it amusing when his Da was speechless. He could see Ivan was trembling with need and sighed, his amusement clear and continued to stare into his Da�s eyes, waiting.

Ivan growled again and he leant forward and captured Harry�s lips, cutting his tongue on his teeth in the process. Harry opened to him immediately and swallowed the blood he was given as his Da ran his tongue along the top of Harry�s mouth. Harry paid no attention to the shudders going through the other vampire�s body or the groans his mouth was muffling as his Da found his release and drank for another few seconds before pulling back, laying his head back down tiredly on the pillow and waiting.

His Da and Pa panted, even though they had no need to, and kissed one another briefly before turning to their son.

"Was there any particular reason that you decided to come and annoy us before the sun has even risen?" Ivan asked irritated and Harry smiled beautifully at him before shaking his head.

"Nuh, I just woke early and was hungry. Did you miss me?"

"You�re a pain in the ass, did you know that?" his Da growled again and Harry�s grin widened

"Of course! I learnt from the best. Now shush, I want to sleep." He said with a yawn, he felt the bed shift and then his Pa was moving over so that he lay the other side of his son. Harry felt lips against his own and blood fell into his mouth, he licked it up hungrily and cut his own tongue on his teeth before offering his Pa some. He was asleep before he even finished feeding and his two fathers chuckled before they tucked him in gently and held him close, letting their own eyes fall closed.



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