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Other Worlds	By : OrdinaryMortal Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter & BBC's Sherlock characters and worlds contained within are not mine, nor do I make any money from them. Thanks to their creators for letting me play in their sandbox. Please review! Prompts considered!

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At dusk, Remus awoke.
A nursing aide walked downstairs, carrying two sobriety and two hangover potions on a tray before her. The two gentlemen, considerably the worse for drink, endured the sobriety ones nobly before steeling themselves and knocking back the ruby red taste of death and donuts, as the larger one described it. It was, probably entirely deliberately, the worst tasting potion that most people encountered. There weren't many Wizarding alcoholics, that was for sure, but whether that was through fear of losing control of one's magic, or fear of having to take one of those potions, was the matter of much debate.
At any rate, once sober the two men headed up the stairs, one to speak to the medical team and alert Mycroft, and one to speak to the man he held closer to his heart than any person living.
Sirius sat on the bed, ignoring the chair. He took Remus' hand and kissed it. 'Oh Moony, thank god. I was so scared for you. How are you feeling?'
'In a bit, Siri. Are they?'
He nodded. 'Harry is downstairs. We got there maybe a minute too late. It was quick, Moony, incredibly quick. He got James at the front door; I'm not even sure James knew what happened. Lily was upstairs by Harry's cot, like she wouldn't budge from the spot. Both AK'd. It wouldn't even have hurt.'
Remus bowed his head, lost in grief. Sirius wrapped his arms around the shaking body.
'Moony, love, you didn't kill them. You did nothing wrong. They would have been so fucking proud of the way you fought for them, just like I am. Just like Harry will be. What you endured - hell, Moony, I couldn't have lasted that long if it had been me.'
He just held Remus. Rocking him lightly. Murmuring reassurance, making him know down to his bones that no one found him responsible; that Sirius didn't blame him. That between them, Severus and Remus had rescued Harry. Harry, whose laughter they could now hear from downstairs.
Remus lifted his head eventually and stared into Sirius' eyes. 'I'm not done crying, and neither are you, Padfoot, for all you are being strong. But Severus is going to wake up soon, and he is going to need both me and Harry up here, as quickly as you can make it happen. Can you move me into his bed, first?'
Sirius looked completely stunned, so much so that he just did as he was asked without making a fuss. Immediately Remus put his arms around Severus, as Sirius left the room to go and get Harry. Remus put his mouth next to Severus ear, and whispered 'Not just yet, love. I'm here, sleep.' The flickering eyelids stilled, and Remus placed a delicate kiss on the black hair.
Toddler babble, soft in the hushed hallway, announced their return, and behind them came a woman Remus vaguely recognised from visits to St Mungo's. Siri sat with Harry on the end of the bed, and immediately Harry squirmed out of Sirius' lap and crawled up the bed, clearly delighted to see Severus. He wriggled under the covers, and, unknowingly mimicking Remus, kissed Severus' hair. 'Papa seepin', he announced, 'Hawwy seepin too'. He closed his eyes, and amazingly enough, was asleep in seconds.
'That's a good elf they have here', commented the Healer. 'That's saved us some trouble. I can spell him to sleep until we're done, here, but he needs to be here for Mr Snape. Hello Mr Lupin, I'm Healer Bardwell, and words can't begin to describe how glad I am to see you with us. It was touch and go for a while there, but this man saved your life.
Remus nodded. 'I remember. His voice in my head is the last thing I remember before waking. Thank you for all you did.'
Bardwell nodded briskly. 'I'm sure you've realised by now there's something different about you. In order to keep you alive, Mr Snape here had to pour pretty much all of his magical core into you. Without that, you didn't have enough magic of your own to sustain the healing ability of your own body, much less survive the shift back. To give you an idea, your own magic is currently at 7%. Everything else is him.'
Remus considered this briefly. 'Ok, that makes sense.'
Bardwell looked at him levelly. 'That kind of magical transfer has repercussions. Currently, the biggest one for both of you is that you have developed a nascent soul bond. Any further exchange of magic will only firm that bond. However, last night, as you were both being rescued, the Potters, both of whom were bonded to Mr Snape, were murdered. The bonds severed in the most brutal way possible, and have profoundly damaged Mr Snape's psyche. To be blunt, without intervention, intervention from you, I'm afraid, he will die. The induced coma, the immature soul bond and the parent bond with Harry here, are all that are anchoring him to his body at present.'
Remus and Sirius stared at her, aghast. Remus regained speech first. 'What does he need from me?' he asked simply.
Sirius looked at him sadly. 'It's the bond, Moony. He'll need you to complete the bond.'
Bardwell agreed. 'At the basic level, yes. You would need to return his magic, as much as possible, but we can talk through possibilities about that in a moment. You've been a patient of mine before now, so you will understand my next question. Are there still two?'
Remus smiled, slightly, for the first time. 'Yes. Here. That makes a difference? It isn't known.'
There was a definite reduction of tension in Bardwell's carriage. 'A huge difference, I'm pleased to say, and you'll need to open up, if you can.'
Sirius just looked completely confused. 'Ok. I'm sorry to be the dumb doggy in the room, but what the fuck?'
Remus looked at him, his whole heart in his eyes. His voice shook slightly. 'The timing is really crappy, but what the hell. Pads, I've known since I was ten that I have two mates. Bond mates. It's a wolf thing, and an alpha thing, and we can talk about it all you want later, but there you go, two mates. And, um, fuck, oh god, Siri...one of them is you. I've known it since the train that first time.'
Sirius just blinked at him.
'Well, this is going well', Remus muttered darkly. 'And just so we all know, the other one is Sleeping Beauty here, who I apparently part bonded with last night.'
Sirius just blinked at him.
'Oh Merlin's balls, I broke the dog', groused Remus.
Sirius just blinked at him.
'Well then, congratulations, and moving on. If you are happy for the bond to develop, you would need to, like I said, return Mr Snape's magic to him. If Mr Black here both regains sentience and consents to bond with you, he could share his magical core with either both of you, using your core as a conduit between the three of you, or with just you, replenishing your core with his energy. Mr Black, have you understood what has just been said here?'
They both waited expectantly for a response. Slowly Sirius moved his lips, then, as no sound came out, cleared his throat and tried again.
'Mates?'
'Yes, Pads. If you'll have me, of course. Mates.'
'Both mates?'
'Both mates.'
Sirius shook his head in exactly the same way he did as Padfoot. He looked straight at Severus, then back to Remus. 'Merlin, I get both of you? Without pissing you off? Quite apart from I'd do it just to save Sev's life, yes, of course, you daft plonker. Can we do the conduit thingy? I don't want you draining yourself. Alpha.'
Remus just blinked at him.
A muffled snigger broke the moment, and they looked up to see Dr Bardwell, laughing into the back of her fist while tears streamed down her face. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes, shrugging.
'I'm so sorry to be unprofessional, gentlemen, but I think I'm going to give you that memory as a wedding present. Ok. If you are both happy to proceed, I need you, Mr Black, to focus your magic on connecting with Mr Lupin's energy core. Mr Lupin, once you can feel Mr Black's magic entwining with yours, I need you to sink your awareness into Mr Snape and wrap it around his mind, while at the same time circulating your combined magic through his core. From my own reading, I see Mr Snape's Occlumency barrier as broken fencing, currently. There may be differences to your visualisation, but you'll know once he starts to become aware of you when your image changes and becomes more complete. I am also going to bridge Harry's awareness to Severus' before removing myself from all connections. Try and cycle the magical energy through you all until you feel balanced. When you feel connected, try and match your breathing, and I'll lift the coma spell slowly off Mr Snape.'
Connecting their three cores took less time to do than it took to say, and Remus was briefly lost in the warm, loving surge of magic pouring into him from Sirius. The pain of his injuries was blotted completely out. It felt like sunshine, and for a moment Remus allowed himself to revel in it before pulling gently on the wide ribbon of magic he visualised, wrapping it around and through Severus's magical core and back through him to Sirius in an endless connection. Watching closely, Bardwell could see Severus' colour improving as the magic began to circulate through them, and as Remus embraced Severus's mind and their breathing synchronised, she slowly, to minimise the risk of shock, lifted the spell holding him in coma. Turning to Harry, she lightly dipped into his subconscious and gathered the threads of the parental bonds, now twined around the central thread representing Severus, and drew them slowly and lightly into Severus' awareness, looping them with the bond that linked Severus to Harry and reinforcing them all with each other; withdrawing with practiced ease.
For Remus, watching Severus return to wholeness from within was nerve wracking and awe inspiring. He sensed the reinforcement of Harry's bond, the soft spreading of the threads reaching to the torn places and meshing over them. Inspired, he added his own threads into the mesh, overlaying them with protection and love, and pulled, with a silent permission swirling through their connection, similar threads from Sirius.
As the bonding threads filled in the visualised tears and gaps, so the image began to shift. The fence visualised by Bardwell became a curtain of pure sunlight, warm and spiced with warm, woody notes, parchment, cinnamon and neroli; the pure clean sense of Severus' presence.
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