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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Unwanted bonds
Chapter 13
Harry sat on the sofa laughing as the giant black dog jumped up on him, tail wagging excitedly as he licked Harry's cheek.
"Alright, alright. That's enough." Harry laughed some more, sitting up as Sirius sat back on the sofa, though the animagus seemed to excited to actually be able to keep his tail still. Harry was then able to turn his attention to Remus, who had been watching them both with a look of amusement on his face.
"What are you two doing here?" Harry asked, quite surprised to see them. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would not be seeing his godfather this holiday, given that Sirius was still on the run.
"We heard that you had decided to remain at school for the holidays and got worried, since we had been expecting you and there had been no owl explaining why you were staying," Remus said, watching as Harry's smile faded and the young man looked down at his lap.
Why hadn't he thought of sending a letter? Harry asked himself. He should have known that Sirius and Remus would be expecting him. But between the fight with Ron, and the bond he now had with Blaise and Draco, he had been distracted.
Harry glanced in their direction; both of the Slytherin boys had remained quiet, giving Harry his time with Remus, though neither boy had left the common room. Looking back at Remus, Harry sighed.
"I'm sorry. I never even thought of sending a letter," Harry admitted.
"We're not angry, Harry. Dumbledore explained a bit of it to us; he said that something happened that made it difficult for you to leave for the holidays. We were just hoping that you would be able to tell us what those things were," Remus said, gently pushing the black dog off the sofa so that he could sit next to Harry.
"It's complicated," Harry said, giving the black dog a small smile when it licked his hand. "I don't really know how start," he admitted, looking again to Blaise and Draco.
"Does the explanation have something to do with Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini?" Remus asked, watching as Harry nodded his head. "Then might I suggest that they take a seat and join us?" Remus looked to the other two boys in the room as he said this. "If you two are part of it, perhaps you can help with the explanation?"
"And what makes you think I even want to talk to a werewolf?" Draco questioned rather aggressively. Harry stared at him.
“What's wrong with him being a werewolf?” Harry asked. “It's not a full moon tonight, and even if it was, he's not dangerous right now.” Harry never understood why people hated werewolves. It wasn't like any of them had asked to be changed into the dark creatures.
Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry. “Because he is a dangerous creature, whether it's the full moon outside or not, it doesn't change the fact that he is a werewolf. And there have been plenty of werewolves that attack people when they are supposedly 'not dangerous',” Draco said, and wished almost instantly that he had kept his mouth shut. The anger that Draco felt coming from Harry was enough to have him stumbling back.
“It's alright, Harry.” Remus put a hand on Harry's shoulder, he was used to the way people acted towards him, and he didn't think it was worth Harry getting upset over.
“But it's not right!” Harry said loudly. “You're only dangerous during the full moon, and even then, you wouldn't be dangerous if people would be willing to make you that potion for you!” Harry was angry; he hated the fact that Remus was feared and hated, just because he was different. Judged him for something that wasn't even his fault to begin with. “You never asked to be bitten! No one would willingly ask for something like that.”
Harry could feel his anger rising, as could Draco, who watched him. Blaise was watching him closely as well, because he could feel Harry's magic building up right along with the other boy's anger.
“It's not right, Harry, but that's the way things are,” Remus tried to explain, Harry wasn't the first person to get angry on his behalf, but this isn't what Remus had wanted to talk about on Christmas.
Harry gave no indication that he had even heard what Remus had said, he was trying to calm himself down, for his own sake as much as Draco's. It was going to take some getting used to for Draco, to have the bond open like this, and the sudden rise in anger from Harry probably didn't feel all that great to the blond. But as he tried to hold his anger in check, his control slipped on his magic.
Sirius could tell that something was off about Harry. He had been content to sit next to Harry as a black dog, and just listen to the conversation, he had seen Harry angry before, that was apparently another thing that Harry had inherited from his mother, Lily had always had a temper. But Sirius hadn't had any time to amuse himself with this thought, as Harry's anger vanished quickly and was replaced with something close to fear. And that was a look that Sirius hadn't seen on Harry before, even after the Tri-Wizard tournament last year. Getting up on all four paws and staring at Harry, Sirius barked, trying to get Harry's attention, wanting to know what it was that had suddenly made Harry look so frightened.
Blaise moved quickly over to Harry, as soon as he knew that Harry wouldn't be able to pull it back in on his own; pulling the smaller boy off the sofa, he wrapped his arms around him.
“I'm sorry.” Harry said, his voice muffled as his face was hidden in Blaise's chest. Blaise didn't know what Harry was apologising for, but continued holding him until the magic slowly started fading away.
“You're fine, Harry,” Blaise told him, gently pushing Harry away and looking down at the smaller boy, frowning when he saw the flushed cheeks. Putting his hand on Harry's, forehead Blaise sighed. “Your fever is coming back.” He sat Harry back on the sofa, standing next to, so he could remain close by just in case.
“It's because he got angry, and his magic...” Draco said. “He can't have another potion for at least another couple hours.” Draco was uncomfortably aware of the fact that Remus and that large black dog were watching both him and Blaise closely as they tended to Harry, Blaise making him comfortable on the sofa again, while Draco went and got a cold cloth from the bathroom. Harry tried to protest, also aware that Remus and Sirius were watching and would definitely want an explanation now. That and Harry was not used to having people take care of him like this.
“I'm fine.” Harry insisted as Draco put the cloth on his forehead, only to have his hand batted away by Harry who held it there himself, enjoying how the cloth felt on his burning skin.
“It won't kill you to let someone help you once in a while,” Draco said, having picked up on Harry's thoughts through their bond, but he backed away from the sofa, Blaise following him, now that Harry's magic was settled again. Both of them sitting in the vacant chairs close by.. Harry didn't answer Draco, but instead turned his attention back to Remus.
“I suppose you're about ready for that explanation now?” Harry asked, noticing that Remus seemed to have a firm hold on the back of Sirius's neck.
Remus nodded. “That would be appreciated,” he said keeping hold of Sirius, who had been ready to bite Blaise before, when he had pulled Harry off the sofa. “I think it would be best to start with what just happened,” Remus suggested.
Harry looked at him and then over at Blaise and Draco, wondering if one of them wanted to start the explanation, but neither of them spoke; Draco obviously still didn't want to talk to Remus, but was staying for the discussion anyway, probably in order to stop Harry from getting angry again. Harry looked back at Remus again. “I've been having trouble controlling my magic,” Harry said. “That's nothing new to me, since I've always had trouble with accidental magic for a long time now.”
Remus nodded, he knew about Harry's accidental magic, having heard about what the boy accidentally did to his aunt right before starting his third year. “I take it, that it hasn't gotten any better?” Remus asked.
“If anything it's gotten worse,” Harry said. “I...something happened during Halloween. Hermione, Ron and I were trying to plan a summer trip this year, and I offered to pay for Ron, and well Ron didn't take that offer all that well.” Harry still didn't want to think about the fight he had had with Ron, since he still didn't really want to believe that it had been Ron to say those things to him.
“Things kind of went downhill from there," Harry told them, "and I lost my temper with him... I guess it was something that had been building up for a while because, well, I lost hold on my magic as well.” Harry was staring at his hands as his mind re-played what he could remember from that night. The anger he had felt towards Ron, and the intense pain that had come from trying to hold his magic in, only to have it turn on him instead of lashing out and hurting anyone else.
Harry took a deep breath and continued on. “The next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital wing.” He chanced a glance, not at Remus this time, but at Sirius who had his full attention on Harry. “I still don't understand all of it, but I haven't had proper control over my magic since then, and...that's why Blaise and Draco are here. Blaise helps me if my magic gets too much for me, he helps keep it in check so I don't hurt anyone. And Draco...” Harry wasn't sure how to explain Draco being here, since Draco hadn't been much help in the past couple months since the bond had been formed, but that wasn't something Harry really wanted to say, because Draco was here now. “Draco helps keep my emotions in check I suppose. If I get to angry or something.”
Remus waited to see if Harry was going to continue, but the boy seemed to be finished. Though his story left a few questions, it at least explained why Harry had remained at Hogwarts for Christmas. If the he was scared that his magic was going to get out of control and hurt someone.
“I feel like there is more to this, that you are avoiding,” Remus said, eying Harry who didn't look at him, but he nodded his head. Remus fell silent watching Harry and let go of the back of Sirius's neck, allowing the black dog to climb back up onto the sofa and shuffle closer to Harry. Harry blinked when he felt the dog practically climbing into his lap.
Looking up into Harry's face, the dog leaned forward and licked his cheek. Harry threw his arms around the dog's neck hugging him tightly. Sirius shifted himself closer and allowed Harry to hold onto him. Whatever was happening with his godson, he wanted to be here for him. Even if it meant living in the castle as a dog for the rest of the school year. Though he doubted that Dumbledore would allow that.
“I'm sorry.” Harry said his face buried in the soft fur of the black dog. Sirius wished he knew what Harry was sorry for, but he nuzzled his head closer to Harry, trying to let the boy know that whatever was wrong, he would be here for him and it would all be alright.
Draco frowned as he watched Harry with the dog. He was reminded of one of the reasons why he had kept this bond closed before. Harry's mind was a confusing mess. Harry was scared, though refused to show it, he even refused to acknowledge it in his own mind. He was also worried about what they would think if they found out about the bond, but there was no way to hide the bond forever.
Draco sighed taking a little bit of pity on Harry. He looked at Remus. “Harry's magic created a bond, between the three of us,” Draco said. Harry's head snapped up and he stared at the blond, who was still looking at Remus. “He's created two signature bonds, one with Blaise, and one with myself,” Draco explained, and was satisfied to see that Remus at least knew what he was talking about.
“You're saying Harry's magic did this on its own?” Remus asked, sounding surprised. It had been known to happen before, but it had been quite a long time since it had happened and so it was somewhat of a surprise.
“I didn't want it to!” Harry said quickly. “It just happened, and... I don't think there's any way to break it.” Harry wasn't sure why he needed to say this. Maybe it was because most people just seemed to really hate Slytherins and would in turn hate Harry for now being bonded to two of them.
“Harry, it's alright,” Remus reassured him, “Even if you wanted to, there was most likely nothing you could have done to stop the bonds from forming. Your magic was drawn to them for a reason.”
“I don't know why. I didn't mean for this to happen,” Harry said, hiding his face in his hands. His magic had chosen to bond to Blaise and Draco, who were both in Slytherin, and the sorting hat had wanted to put him into Slytherin, now Harry was thinking that perhaps he should have just let the hat do its job instead of interfering.
Draco watched Harry for a few moments, feeling his mind running in circles and just getting himself more worked up over nothing. Though you wouldn't be able to tell how upset Harry was just by watching his body language. Harry obviously had a lot of practice hiding from people.
Draco let this continue for a little while longer before he moved to stand up and help Harry calm down, before it affected his magic again. Before Draco even had a chance to fully stand up from his seat, the black dog that was still sitting with Harry jumped down to the floor, barking loudly at Harry.
Harry looked at him and watched, with growing panic, as the dog started shifting back into human form. Sirius stood there in front of Harry a moment later. “Harry, no one is going to hate you for this,” Sirius said. “And no one is mad at you either. Though it makes sense now why you didn't send an owl, and why you remained at Hogwarts,” Sirius assured him. “You don't need to beat yourself up about something that you had no control over.” Sirius looked down at his godson.
“Sirius...why...?” Harry asked staring up at him, and then cast worried looks towards Blaise and Draco. Both of them were also staring at Sirius; Blaise looked ready to grab his wand at any second, and Draco looked from Sirius to Harry and back again; Harry assumed that Draco was so calm because he could feel that Sirius was no threat through the bond. Blaise however, had no such luxury.
“I suppose there is a good explanation as to why you are posing as Harry's dog?” Blaise asked, obviously on edge about the sudden appearance of a wanted man in their common room.
“No, not really.” Sirius said turning to face the two Slytherin's, grinning widely. “Well, there is an explanation, don't know if it's an actual good one.” Sirius shrugged, but made no attempt to even tell the them what his reason was. “So, you two are now bonded to my godson. How strong is it? And how possible is it that one of you might turn on him?” Sirius asked narrowing his eyes, particularly at Draco. He was far from pleased about the fact that Harry was bonded to the son of a death eater. And the fact that it was a Malfoy made it that much worse.
“It's not possible.” Blaise said. “Though none of us have actually tested the bond, the last thing I want to do right now is hurt Harry. The bond has insured that any ill feelings we had towards each other before, while possibly still there...” Blaise glanced at Draco when he said this, since it had been just that morning that Draco had fully opened the bond with Harry, “...those feelings towards him are being changed, or at the very least masked over,” Blaise explained, watching Sirius carefully. Somehow it was as though the man just didn't seem to carry himself like Blaise had imagined a murderer would.
“Masked over?” Remus asked, breaking into the conversation before Sirius could say anything else.
Blaise looked at Remus and nodded. “Yes, I know that before Halloween I was less than fond of Harry. And now, it doesn't seem to matter much anymore. Because I'm supposed to be the one to protect him.” Blaise looked over at Harry, who was staring at both Blaise and Draco.
“And what about little Malfoy?” Sirius asked.
“None of your business,” Draco said glaring at Sirius.
“I think it is my business, seeing as how you are now bonded to my godson I would like to know how safe he is going to be stuck with you.” Sirius's eyes narrowed and Draco slowly moved his hand towards his wand.
Harry jumped up from the sofa and stood between Sirius and Draco. Harry swayed slightly on his feet, the sudden movement making him feel a little light headed, and Blaise moved to stand behind him in case Harry fell.
“Why do you keep insisting on acting as if you're not still sick?” Blaise asked, wrapping his arms around Harry's middle, holding tighter when Harry tried to pull away. Harry ignored the question, and when Blaise didn't let go, he decided to ignore the fact that he was being held up by those arms. Instead turning his attention to Draco.
“I don't want you two to start fighting. Draco, Sirius is only worried about me...and Sirius...” Harry looked back at his godfather, “...me and Draco still have a lot to work out, I think. But he's not going to hurt me.” Harry silently added 'any more'. But he was trying to trust the fact that with the open bond, he and Draco would be able to understand each other a bit better now.
When neither Sirius or Draco said anything else, Harry slowly pushed himself away from Blaise and sat back down on the sofa closing his eyes and wanting nothing more than to go crawl back into bed right now. But his stomach growling softly reminded him why Blaise and Draco had dragged him out of bed in the first place.
Blaise looked at Harry and smiled a bit. There was a loud pop, as a house elf appeared, bowing low to the ground. “Please be forgiving the intrusion, I is bringing your dinner,” the house elf said and, snapping its fingers, five trays appeared, each holding a plate full with Christmas dinner.
It was kind of tense as they moved over to the table, that Remus had transfigured. As they took their seats, nobody really knowing what to say to anyone else. Harry was glad for the meal his body was apparently desperate for and so decided to not wait for the others to take their seats around him before he dug in.
They ate in silence, until Sirius decided he was done eating, and it was time to open the crackers. Harry laughed as Sirius picked up one of the weird looking top hats that had exploded out of the cracker and attempted to put it on Remus, who quickly ducked out of the way to avoid Sirius, before vacating his spot. But this didn't stop Sirius from trying to catch Remus and get the hat on him. Only to be hit over the head with the cracker that Remus had in his hand; this cause it to exploded open over Sirius's head, causing Harry to laugh even harder.
Draco looked watched them as well, with a lot less amusement then Harry, or even Blaise were. “I fail to see what's so funny about two grown men acting like children,” Draco said rather pompously, clearly thinking himself their superior. Harry looked over at him. “Their actions are ridiculous,” Draco continued and Blaise rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.
“What does it matter? They're having fun, and Harry seems to be enjoying it.” Blaise grinned over at Draco, who huffed and finished his drink, setting the cup back down and watching as the dishes vanished from the table.
“Do they have to be so loud though?” Draco continued complaining.
Harry looked over at him again; this time he hadn't so much heard Draco, as felt his annoyance. He didn't say anything to Draco, but looked back at Sirius and Remus, and when they ran past where he was sat; Harry sat up an with reflexes that showed exactly why he was the seeker on the Gryffindor team, and snatched the hat right from Sirius's hands.
Sirius looked confused at the sudden loss of the hat and he stared at his hands for a few seconds before looking at Harry who was grinning at him. “Aww, Harry what was that for? I almost had him.” Sirius grinned back, though he wasn't going to complain too much about his fun being cut short. It had been worth it to hear Harry laugh like that, and to still see him grinning. Sirius decided he enjoyed Harry looking this happy and was going to do whatever he could to make sure Harry would have more reasons to smile like this.
“You were getting to loud.” Harry said, shifting himself over to the sofa as Sirius climbed over the back of if, instead of going around, to sit next to Harry.
“Loud is what I do best,” Sirius told him with a shrug.
Harry sighed, shaking his head as he shifted himself again on the sofa, so he could rest his head on his godfather's shoulder, smiling when Sirius shifted as well so that he could have his arm around Harry. It was very comforting, being able to sit there on Christmas with Sirius. Harry was still smiling; after everything that had been happening, this was the best thing that could have happened to him.
It didn't take long for Harry to feel himself slowly slipping off into sleep. His scar wasn't hurting and his head was no longer pounding. The lingering feeling of Draco in the back of his mind, for the first time since Halloween, held no anger towards him, and his magic didn't feel like a burning fire under his skin. He felt relaxed and very drained at the moment.
Sirius shrugged his shoulder gently. “You should stay awake a little while longer, kiddo,” he said and Harry looked up at him, pouting a little; but he righted himself and shook himself awake none the less. “If you fall asleep now, you won't get any of your presents,” Sirius pointed out and Harry stared at him, looking a little confused. No one had said anything about presents.
“What? Did you think Remus and I would show up on Christmas and not have anything for you? Molly even sent you a couple presents as well,” Siriustold Harry with a wide grin.
“Mrs Weasley sent me presents?” Harry couldn't keep the tone of surprise out of his voice; he hadn't expected anything from her, not now that he wasn't really on speaking terms with Ron.
“Of course she did, bloody mother hen that she is,” Sirius said, but Remus stopped him from saying any more, having heard his rant about Molly before. It wasn't that Sirius disliked the woman, but she seemed to constantly rub it in his face that she had more experience raising children then he did. And that she had been around for Harry while he had been stuck in Azkaban.
“So, when do I get my presents?” Harry asked, not sure he would actually be able to stay awake much longer, but he didn't know if he was supposed to ask for them or not.
“I think they should give them to you now; you're still sick,” Blaise pointed out. “We don't need your fever coming back, so you should probably get some rest soon.” He stood up and went over to check Harry's temperature when he said this.
“I feel fine now, I slept before, and I ate something. I'm fine,” he said waving Blaise off and glancing in the direction of Draco.
The blond caught the look and frowned. He didn't think that he would ever be thrilled with the attention that Blaise was giving Harry. But at the same time, Draco couldn't help but think about the conversation that he and Harry had had; so keeping that in mind, he sent a wave of reassurance towards Harry, that earned him a smile before Harry's attention was captured by Sirius again. Draco could only shake his head; his cousin really was like an over grown child.
Blaise decided to allow Harry to continue having his time with his family. And so, backing up, Blaise sat back down in his chair next to Draco and watched quietly while Harry unwrapped the pile of presents that Remus had shrunk to carry around in his pocket.
The first present that Harry opened was his usual sweater from Mr. Weasley, however this time there was also a matching scarf. Both of them were green, which caused Sirius to make a face about the color. “Maybe she thinks you're in the wrong house?” Sirius asked picking up the scarf to look at it. And Harry blushed a little looking down so he wouldn't meet his godfather's eyes. He wasn't about to tell anyone that he was maybe supposed to be in Slytherin, if what the sorting hat had said was true.
“She thinks I look good in green.” Harry shrugged, remembering that Mrs. Weasley had also gotten him green dress robes the year before.
“Just because it's green, doesn't mean it's Slytherin,” Remus said, smacking Sirius on the back of the head.
“I really don't care what color they are, Mrs. Weasley's sweaters are always very warm.” Harry pulled on his sweater, enjoying the softness of it while he continued opening up his other presents. The next present he opened was from Remus; as he ripped open the paper he looked down at the book he had.
“This was one of your Dad's favorite books while he was in school. It is what he and Sirius used to study how to become Animagi.” Remus wasn't sure he should really be giving Harry this book, but it could work in his favor if Harry did become an AnimagusI, it would give Harry an advantage if he ever got himself into a tight spot.
“Thanks, Remus,” Harry said looking around Sirius at the werewolf. Sirius took the book from Harry and looked it over.
“How did you find a copy of this thing? I thought they had stopped selling them?” Sirius asked as he looked at Remus, who shrugged.
“It's not that hard to find when you know where to look.” And Remus left it at that. Harry let Sirius flip through the book while he continued opening presents from Fred and George, and Hermione.
Fred and George had gotten Harry a miniature dragon that appeared to breath real flames, but they didn't seem to be hot at all. And Hermione's present was a homework planner, along with a book that had helpful hints about how to control accidental magic. Harry set all his presents aside; he never got a lot for Christmas, but he was always happy to at least be getting something now.
“One more, Harry.” Sirius said and handed him another present that looked like someone had wrapped it in a hurry. “This one is from me, in case you ever need me for anything,” Sirius told him as Harry accepted the present, staring at it for a moment before pulling he paper back and tossing it aside. He was now staring at a small hand held mirror, that he almost dropped when he saw not himself reflected in it, but Sirius's face.
Harry looked up sharply, and saw that Sirius had his own mirror. “These are two way mirrors. We each have one, and they work at any distance. So if you ever need me for anything, I can be there for you.” Harry didn't know what to say as he looked back down at his mirror. He would now be able to talk to Sirius whenever he wanted. No more long waits for owls to get back and forth, and it would now be less likely that it would be discovered that Harry had been in contact with his godfather for two years.
“Thank you, Sirius.” Harry said still holding onto the mirror as he sat back in his seat again feeling more drained then he had before, but he was happy.
“Harry.” Blaise's voice was fading in and out and it was with a great effort that Harry opened his eyes; he hadn't even realised that he had closed them. “Let's get you back to bed,” Blaise said, gently pulling Harry to his feet. Though he didn't stay there long as Sirius stood up and lifted Harry easily. Harry being too tired to protest to this just sighed and rested his head against Sirius's shoulder, still holding onto the mirror that he had been given.
Sirius followed Blaise down the hall to Harry's room, where he tucked the small boy into his bed and made sure he was warm enough. Sirius gently pried the mirror from Harry's hand and set it on the bed side table next to his glasses. “Sleep well Harry,” Sirius said.
TBC

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