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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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I PROMISE I WILL TRY HARDER (from chapter 12 up) TO NOT WRITE ANYMORE CLIFFIES. I WILL TRY TO CREATE SATISFYING ENDINGS.

*spoiler: This chapter has a cliffy too :(

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Main Story Idea and betaed by the lovely: SuirenAngel

Written by the egotistical: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he’s still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy.

ALL OF HARRY’S MATES ARE MALE

If you don‘t know what that means then you shouldn’t be here.

Warning: Time skips around a bit in this one. Just be aware that it is one scene but repeated with the different views of each character.

Inside a warmly lit room, with sparse furniture and many, many bookshelves, Snape felt the hairs on his neck prickle. Abruptly, he shut the tome he had been reading for a good few hours and picked up his wand.

What was this?

Snape stiffened as the sound echoed through the whole school, though he knew with a certainty that most would not be able to hear it. Hear the thrumming pulse that had surprised the DADA professor and make him weary, very weary.

He ground his teeth together-he was above this, had trained many years- he needn’t go. Shouldn’t go. Shouldn’t follow the call that echoed through his bones and told him that he was in danger-

-that he needed to follow the sound-

Yes, if he followed the sound, he would be safe.

Snape picked up his book and whacked himself with it. With his head cleared, he sat down again.

He didn’t need to go.

He wasn’t in danger-

The sound grew in strength and Snape couldn’t ignore its call any longer. Though he tried to stop his legs as they marched up the stairs and grabbed hold of the walls as he passed them- nothing could stop his legs from moving towards safety.

Snape scoffed.

What danger was there within Hogwarts?

But his legs kept moving and he was dragged towards the sound. An unwilling subject to his instincts- the fear that had crept silently through him as the sound reverberated around the school and the desperation that he had felt for a moment- desperation to follow the sound to safety, to someone who would protect him from harm.

Draco woke up in blind terror. His arms and legs thrashed around as he tried to get his covers off him and his face into the open air. The blankets seemed to constrict around him until he couldn’t breathe and Draco slumped back into his soft bed. Slowly, the panic seemed to dim but it wouldn’t go away. He finally got his head above the quilt and took a deep, shuddering breath- but it wouldn’t fade away.

Draco knew what it was, though he himself had never done it. It was not the mating call of a submissive- it was dominants warning call, the type that commanded all who he most compatible with within range to him, (assuming the people that were most compatible with him being people he cared for and cherished.)

Where ever he was.

Whoever he was.

Draco tried to shake off the feeling. It was probably just another stupid dominant who was overreacting to a- a shard of glass on the floor or something. He turned in his bed, pulled the velvet covers around himself and sunk his head into the marshmallow softness of his pillow

But even as he covered his ears and smothered himself with blankets, the call grew louder and louder, until Draco was filled with no thought but the sound, the terror

-and the need to be safe.

Draco felt as if he was pulled, thrown off his bed and tugged forward by his legs until somehow, he was shivering, with barely any clothes on and in front of the infirmary.

Draco heard the muted flapping of robes and he snapped his head round, heart thudding in his ears.

“Godfather”

The man only raised a slender eyebrow, lips thinned in its perpetual frown.

“Why are you... here, Draco?”

Draco only tilted his head minutely, “Same reason as you, I guess”

He noticed in passing that Severus’s pallor was pale and his hands were lightly shaking- not unlike his own. Severus saw his gaze anyway and swept his hands behind his robes.

“I’d hope not, Draco. Or we are headed... for some very woe begotten times indeed”

Colin had been sleeping soundly within his sheets.

The first thrum of sound hit him and waves of terror flooded his sleep hazed mind. With no thought of opposing the call, he dashed down to his brother’s dorm.

He slipped in and joined eyes with Dennis, who was propped up by his elbows, eyes wide.

With no words, Colin grabbed his brother and they stumbled out of Gryffindor tower. Breath puffing out in short gasps they followed the sound to warmth and security.

Sebastian felt his blood freeze in his veins. The warm water that submerged him felt colder somehow- less inviting than it had been seconds ago. The suds swirled around him, the action so ordinary it conflicted with the state of his mind.

He knew the sound well.

Many of his cousins in Greece had displayed this behaviour after their inheritances at fifteen, he’d almost gotten used to it.

It was a skill that all Dominant creatures were given, none without.

The call, once the wall of unquestionable fear had been surpassed- was actually quite pleasant. It promised safety, home and protection.

Seeing no reason why he shouldn’t go, he pulled himself out of the bathtub and slid the thick bathrobes around himself.

He ran, following the instinct to find the emitter of the sound.

Nothing was ever easy- especially when he saw who he’d have to deal with.

The boy woke up with a heavy body over his chest and arms. The weight was stifling.

His mind filled with panic- where was he? He’d been going out for a walk when-

The person on top of him groaned and the boy, Nathaniel, struggled ineffectually against the superior weight. He craned his neck and caught sight of a dark mane and long limbs before his neck (which was long and slim) flopped back onto the hard ground. He winced and tried to bring his arm up but the heavy mass groaned and the sound went straight to his brain, calming his nerves.

His muscles loosened he found himself snuggling under the person’s body, seeking warmth- which was scarce on the stone ground- and wrapping his arms around the heat-emitting body above him.

Just as he was drifting off, he realized that the body on top of him was Harry Potter- and he had had a wand pointed at his throat because of it- and this person had been a terrible snarling monster- but no matter, his sleepy mind thought, someone this warm and snuggly couldn’t be evil-

-and light snores filled the corridor.

Moments later, light, erratically rhythmic steps tapped the stone floor. A familiar feather-like voice remarked, rather unsurprised,

“Ah, I see young Harry here has gotten himself into a pinch… is this Nathaniel? I do hope his mother won’t come calling again- I should have put as many sugar cubes in her tea as possible, might have made her sweeter.”

The old man with blue sparkly robes secreted a lemon drop from somewhere within his robes and popped it into his mouth, all the while waving his wand lazily.

“Funnily enough, the tea didn‘t work… although I rather think it was Fawkes screeching that put her off, he‘d never done that before- not that it shortened her hour-long visit”

He exited the scene rather quickly, whistling tunelessly, with his wand held out- as to keep both levitating boys in the air…

If at any point Dumbledore noticed that his spell caused both boys to slide around a bit midair, he didn’t say anything, nor did he react when one of them hugged the other tightly in their sleep in an attempt to keep still.

He stopped in front of the infirmary and rapped lightly on the door.

Poppy answered, sleep fogging her eyes, it cleared quickly, as she saw the gashes on the smaller boy’s throat.

“Albus!” She huffed crossly before ushering him in. She pointed to two unoccupied beds and Dumbledore lowered them lightly onto one.

Poppy tutted as she tried to pry their arms off each other, eventually resorting to a separating charm after she veritably tried to rip them apart.

Dumbledore watched all with a smile, and when Poppy raised an eyebrow questioningly, he smiled and said, “Expect visitors- and if they get to rowdy, don’t hesitate to firecall me”

Poppy nodded hesitatingly as she pulled blankets over both of them, tucking the sheets under their chins and pushing their limbs back onto the bed.

“No funny business” She warned Dumbledore as he took his leave.

The door closed without so much as a whisper and she took a cleaning salve and began applying it to Nathaniel’s neck, which had several shallow gashes on it. She then applied it on Harry’s chest also, when she noticed wounds that looked like they had been inflicted by a large animal.

Tutting louder, she changed their clothes.

Only to hear loud banging on her door.

She hurried to the door after fastening their infirmary gowns to them, grabbing the knob, she opened the door.

She sighed.

This was probably what Albus had meant when he said ’expect visitors’

As all males came upon each other in the hallway they all stared at each other in confounded shock and confusion.

~

Draco because he couldn’t believe the dominant within the infirmary could call so many to him at once, and because he couldn’t believe that he’d managed to call a dominant- and two teachers. Draco could well look after himself, thankyouverymuch.

~

Snape was looking upon the situation in distaste, he couldn’t bloody well obliviate this many people without consequences, nor was he inclined to obliviate his godson despite the annoying prat he could be.

That wasn’t all that rankled him, however.

What rankled him was- Bainbridge.

Snape narrowed his eyes. Bainbridge had been staring at Harry the other day... so had he for that matter- but he’d had his reasons.

Suspicious.

But then so was Severus Snape himself.

He didn’t even know why he’d been called here. In no way did he consider himself close, or godforbid, compatible to Potter at all- thus rendering the set-in-stone rule that a dominant's calls should be used for.

He pursed his lips and scowled upon the two small Gryffindor’s that had their arms around each other and eyes as wide as goldfish.

~

Sebastian felt Snape’s eyes on him and did his best not to shuffle. Inside, he was puzzled as to why a man as cold as him was here.

Snape was most known for his biting remarks and unrestrained detentions- not for needing protection.

Whoever it was inside the infirmary- must’ve been deluded, Snape was dominant, wasn’t he?

~

Colin felt his brother shrink a bit and he hugged tighter, his gaze flickered about the hall, lingering on his professors before landing on the aristocratic face of Draco Malfoy. The boy sneered at him and Colin felt his blood rise to his cheeks.

Colin lifted his chin up and tugged on his brothers arms. Dennis and he moved as one to the pale blue door. He swept his eyes over the men in the corridor; each unwilling to move from their places.

With shaking hands, he knocked on the door.

Seconds later, an aging witch with silver hair and a simple red and white nurses uniform cast her eye at the males in the corridor and sighed.

“Well, do come in”

~

Snape hesitated.

There was no need to really go in for sure. The young dominant in there would not want him to be safe.

Definitely not Snape.

The ebony haired man stopped his foot in its tracks and swept aside his robes, preparing to make an exit. A pale hand on his arm stopped him. Snape looked with expressionless eyes at his godson. Draco looked at him piercingly, silver eyes flickering a silent message between the two.

“How much longer, Severus?”

Snape hated the way Draco’s eyes tried to pry into his mind. With a rough tug, he removed his wrist from his godson’s grasp and turned slowly, to face the opened door.

Draco moved with smooth steps, walking into the door. Snape waited for a moment, only to hear the steady steps of his godson to falter and then stop.

Snape stepped quickly into the room, only to smell the scent of the dominant and narrow his eyes.

Potter.

Draco evidently thought the same, his silver eyes wide and filled with horror.

But as soon as they had entered the room, the pressure had started to force them down. Two small forms and a large one knelt by the bedside, heads bowed low.

Even Snape felt his iron wall crumbling, felt years and years of training fall away. He kept his knees locked together, however, and kept standing, hands clenched by his sides.

(Scáth Harry)

He awoke groggily, still sleepy and unresponsive. The sheets around him were warm and the bed, though thin was comfortable and Harry wanted no more than to shut his eyes and fall asleep.

Where were they?

His eyes snapped open and he looked around him in horror- that monster could not have gotten to them already-

Safe. His mind whispered.

He wrapped a strand of magic over each of them, testing them for injuries.

He growled when the sliver of magic wrapped around Nathaniel and he felt the gashes on his neck rather than see them.

The boy who had done it had run away.

With a forceful tug, they all came to him.

Three small figures leapt at him, Nathaniel spooned against Harry’s back, while Colin and Dennis snuggled against Harry’s front. A body sat on the bed and it dipped. A cautious hand fell upon his legs before a soft weight settled on his thighs. Sebastian.

He frowned.

Two were missing.

He lifted his head slightly and smiled sleepily when he saw them standing stiffly to the side. With another serene smile, they came closer to him and Harry reached out with both his hands for their own. One pale and smooth hand and one potion-stained and calloused.

He sighed at the waves of contentment that he felt to have discovered that all of his- what?- had not been harmed.

He held both hands in his grip tighter before his hold slackened and he fell back onto his pillow, his snores long and undisturbed.

Harry woke again, later, when no one was around. He felt good, better than he had that previous weeks at Hogwarts. He felt like all was well and he felt like birds and flowers were prancing about in his mind, giving him a sense of euphoric calm (technically impossible).

He twisted in his sheets, wanting to reach out and touch something.

His questing fingers encountered nothing but air and they stilled, trembling.

Something that wasn’t there.

An empty sense of loss overwhelmed him and Harry buried his head under the pillow and fisted the sheets.

He was missing something, but what?

Something that he’d had only moments ago- and didn’t have now…

Harry dug his fingers into his scalp and pulled, his head hurt. A few strands of hair floated down onto the crisp white sheets and Harry batted them away, confused and empty.

He couldn’t remember.

Only faintly could he remember the feel of soft and calloused hands within his own and warmth surrounding him from all sides.

Sighing deeply, Harry wrapped the sheets around his middle and swung his legs off the bed.

“Madam Pomfrey?”, he called out tentatively, feeling strange as he whiffed the sheets. Wonderful smells that all mixed together until he couldn’t define one from another.

There was an answering tap on the floor and Pomfrey appeared in front of Harry’s curtained bed.

“How are you feeling? Nauseous at all?”

Harry smiled, “No, I’m fine. Fit as a fiddle”

Madam Pomfrey looked at him with a disbelieving eye, but as nothing but silence filled the room, she sighed and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight into the dim infirmary.

“Dumbledore told me that you need to go to his office tonight, straight after dinner. Important business he says.” Pomfrey scoffed and then added under her breath so that Harry couldn’t hear,

“-what could possibly be more important than a student’s health?”

Harry flopped back into bed and let Madam Pomfrey apply bruise balm on his arms and legs.

Which reminded Harry of another thing that severely needed bruise balm.

Harry stiffened and Pomfrey made a disapproving noise,

“Relax, child.”

Harry tried to relax his muscles while he slipped one hand into the sheets that were wrapped around his middle to find his…tail.

His tail was poking out from between his legs- it was wrapped in gauze and had probably been treated already.

“Did you-” He choked out, gesturing at his middle.

Madam Pomfrey looked up from her work and looked enquiringly at him.

“...T-tail?” He stuttered out.

Her gaze cleared and she simply said, “Dumbledore”, as if that explained everything. And it did.

A while later, she came back with a small tray with a bowl of porridge and a small jar of sugar on it. She pulled the sliding table from the side of his bed and put the tray upon it, placing the spoon down next to it gently.

“Not too much”, she warned him, before going somewhere- probably to get her patient register.

Harry quickly spooned three scoops of sugar into his porridge and started eating ravenously.

And with some guilt.

Pomfrey came back with the register moments later and she frowned at Harry’s bowl and the amount of sugar left inside the jar. She wrote some notes down and then said,

“You many go as soon as you finish that bowl, Mr Potter, class begins in half an hour”

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Madam Pomfrey grabbed the jar of sugar and got her measuring tape out.

“Three spoonfuls!” She exclaimed, before crossing out something she’d written on the register and replacing it with something along the lines of, “A very, very naughty boy"

Snape was in a very bad mood and as soon as Harry stepped into the door, he’d been tolled 5 house points.

However, Snape did not once look into Harry’s eyes.

Harry thought it was strange.

His potions classes did not fare much better.

Professor Bainbridge was usually a ‘cool’ man, with impeccable manners and robes that- although modest- looked very well made, he was gallant to the girls and many of them had crushes on him, or Harry- or Malfoy for that matter.

Bainbridge was odd around Harry- he never mentioned the incident, nor did it seem that he had told anyone… but he was shifty, and his eyes, normally a brown flecked with gold, seemed to flicker around Harry in confusion whenever he came near.

Harry was also feeling irritated and snappy, whenever someone did something small- even a tap on the back- it would set him off, make him want to rip their necks and arms off.

But he contained himself- because he was the golden boy.

So it was safe to say, that after dinner in the great hall, Harry was feeling fit to kill a bear and then eat it raw- and cackle like a madman all the while.

Robes billowing like mad as he took long strides to the Headmaster’s, Harry spat out the password and waited for the goddamn gargoyle to swing out of the way.

He ground his teeth when the stone statue seemed to take it’s time on purpose, watching Harry with a gleeful look. Of course, it was just him hallucinating, but still… Harry glared back at it and slowly the doorway became completely open.

Not entirely forgetting his manners, Harry stepped into the office and greeted Dumbledore, who was standing by his large windows.

“Harry, my boy! Take a seat, take a seat”

Harry sat and grimaced at the hard wooden chair- designed to make naughty students uncomfortable. He looked up at where the Headmaster was standing and thought it was odd that Dumbledore chose to not sit in his chair while Harry sat on the other side of the desk. Dumbledore liked to stare at his students- something he did often with his glimmering blue eyes.

Curious and yet irritated that the Headmaster wasn‘t getting on with it, he watched as Dumbledore smiled at the chair, and then made a gesture with his hand.

The tall, leather chair (muggle-made, Dumbledore liked it cause it was intimidating and comfy in one- which isn’t very common) swung around and Harry came face to face with a middle-aged man with imposing aura.

Something flared within him and he gripped the chair hard. An audible crack! Filled the room and the man with the graying temples chuckled.

“Good, good. All seems to be in order”

Harry felt tendrils of magic prod him and pushing lightly on his shoulders, he growled and the man’s expression changed, “Now that’s not good.”

The regal man within the chair fixed his stony eyes onto Harry’s.

“Opposing your elders?”

With one look Harry felt as if the weight of the universe had fallen upon his shoulders and he fell to the ground, gasping. The world swirled around him and suddenly the ground felt like jelly under his hands and knees.

He tried to get back up, pushing himself up on one foot, but instantly the weight doubled and Harry collapsed onto the carpet, feeling like he’d been run over by a million-ton train.

The heaviness increased again and he groaned in pain. The weight lifted.

A polished foot appeared in Harry’s vision and a strong voice said, “Consider that lesson learnt. Never again, you hear?”

Harry nodded and strong arms lifted him back into the chair. He fell into his chair and panted, regaining his breath.

What?

Suddenly, a loud chortle reached Harry’s ears.

“You’ll be a fine addition to my subjects!”

He couldn’t believe his ears, “Subject?”, he said, hoarse.

The man in the suit raised an eyebrow, “Well, I suppose you were ever since your eighteenth birthday…”

Harry felt a sinking suspicion he knew what this was about, but he wasn’t about to jump to conclusions.

“Who are you?”

The man frowned at that, but never the less he answered, extending a hand towards Harry.

“Aubrey Northwode VI, King of the people who rule the Shadows”

THE CENSUS BEGINS!!!

http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/41566-dark-knight-poll-for-harrys-mates-neuroticneko/

(things will be explained properly there)

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