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À Tout le Monde (Set Me Free)	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 74217 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 13

Holding Harry close to him, Sirius was wondering where to start working with the problem that was going on. The issue was that since the night before and Albus' visit, Harry wasn't saying much. He figured that the issue was Albus triggered the problem unwittingly. They anticipated this happening, honestly, it was just sooner than expected. And that wasn't exactly welcomed either. He wasn't really in the shape yet to take this on, but he was going to have to. Remus could tackle part of it, but most of it lay at his feet to deal with. That was because of his role in this mess.

Sighing softly, stroking the silent Harry's back, he tried to think of how to go about this. That he wasn't sure about. Albus had triggered the one thing they really didn't need; the submissiveness brought on by the bond. Harry was doing very well around them, working with the issues he was having with it. When someone else came in, though, it had brought it all down. Now he had to deal with it.

Kissing his godson on the top of his head, Sirius said, “It's fine, Harry. We'll deal with this.” With what he knew of Harry, he was sure that part of him was screaming loudly over this trigger and how he was acting. He was just powerless to override what had been done. Which meant, he needed help.

Head going back, giving Harry a tight squeeze, Sirius thought it over and tried to come up with something, somewhere, that might help deal with what was going on. Nothing he did right now would completely fix it, that would take time, but he needed to at least start down that road. Honestly? He didn't think that he could handle Harry like this for long. The way his godson was normally is how he wanted him, he just didn't know how to get him back there. Even just around them.

After a couple of moments, he said, softly, “I want you back the way you were before Albus came in, Harry. That's the person I adore. So does Remus. We want that back. Neither of us want you this way.” He didn't think saying that would have much of an effect, but it might help.

“I'm sorry,” Harry muttered, not opening his eyes and clinging to Sirius. Within himself there was something akin to a war going on. The part that was being ruled by the bond was forcing his 'normal self' back and taking over. He couldn't stop it either.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Sirius told him firmly, rubbing his back. “This isn't your fault, none of it.” That he made sure to put in there as they sure as hell didn't want issues with Harry acting like a house elf of some kind and doing something to harm himself. From all they read, that was a possibility. They wanted to avoid that at all costs. Because behavior like that would be even harder to deal with.

Shuddering, Harry wasn't sure what to say to that. Shaking his head, he let out a ragged sigh, clinging to Sirius so tightly that his knuckles were white and his fingers were digging into his godfather's flesh. He wanted to say more but that pull was overriding the impulse, making it to where he couldn't get it out.

“We want our talkative, joking Harry back,” Sirius muttered, continuing to stroke Harry’s back. “That's who we adore. We want you to just be yourself like you've always been.” Shutting his eyes, he leaned his head against his godson's and added, “We don't like you this way.” Again, he wasn't sure this would work, but it might plant the seed enough to get him started down the road. That's all he hoped for.

“I'm trying,” Harry stammered out in an uneven voice, feeling his anxiety level rising in a way he hadn't dealt with in a long time. With that, there was some fear intermingled because the part that was now tied to that bond was screaming at him for not being submissive. Focusing on his breathing, he tried desperately for it not to grow any worse, though he wasn't sure if he could manage that.

“You're fine,” Sirius soothed, holding him as close as he could. “You're not upsetting me at all. Don't let that bother you. I want you to be yourself, just like you've always been. And you can say and do what you want, just like before we went through the Veil.” He hoped that would help what he could feel of Harry's rising anxiety. At the least, that it wouldn't grow worse. If it did, he wasn't sure what to do about it. He wasn't equipped to handle this before coming back and was even less so now. If it grew any worse, he was going to have to get Remus up here to help, that's all there was to it. He might know something that could aid in this mess.

Thinking it over, he decided it was time for a change of topic. Maybe that might help. “Since Remus is busy, we need to come up with something to do so we don't get bored. What do you want to do, Harry? You get to pick this time.”

Harry was about to answer when the full strength of the spells took over and crashed down on him. Letting out a soft keening sound as the anxiety attack that had been building took over, black spots began to dance before his eyes as he felt like he couldn't breathe and was having a heart attack.

“Fuck!” Sirius muttered when he saw and felt the reaction. Yeah, that sure as hell wasn't what he intended. And he now had no clue how to calm Harry down. Hoping Remus was picking up on the signals and would come help, he turned Harry around and looked at him, placing his palms on his cheeks, then said, gently, “You're fine. Breathe, Harry. Just breathe. You haven’t done anything wrong. There's nothing you should be concerned about.” Feeling his godson start to really cling to him, the anxiety not seeming to abate any, Sirius was at a loss about what to do. Shaking his head, he said, keeping a soothing tone, “You're fine and you haven't upset me. Just take deep breaths and calm down.”

Nodding to let Sirius know he heard, Harry lowered his eyes and tried to take deep breaths. It just felt like he couldn't get enough air in. His heart was also racing in such a way that it felt like it would burst and he was shaking madly, unable to do anything about it. Grey dancing around the edges as the room started to spin, he just whimpered, well the best he could with what he was dealing with.

Yeah, this wasn't good at all and Sirius didn't know what else to do. He was about to summon an elf to get Remus, when the door slammed open. Relieved to see Remus there, he said, “I need help.”

At first, Remus had ignored what he was getting through the bond. He knew that Sirius was working with Harry to overcome the fallout from Albus' visit. That was bound to cause issues in and of itself. However, as the reactions seemed to be growing worse, he began to worry. Part of him, the part that was affected by the bond, told him quietly to leave it alone. Sirius was the dominant one and could do as he pleased when it came to Harry. The other part, though, told him that this was growing worse and Sirius probably needed help. As he wasn't affected nearly as badly by the bond as Harry, he hurried to finish what he was attending to so he could go check to see if he could help. Then the overwhelming anxiety came. That was enough to have him dropping what he was doing and heading in that direction as fast as he could.

Stepping in, he could guess at what part of the problem was and thought he might be able to help. Conjuring a paper bag, he hurried over to the chair and handed it to Sirius. “Have him breathe into that. It might help.” Seeing Sirius nod then take it, he then hurried into the bathroom. Because this was bound to be a stressful time, he had made up some calming draughts before the two returned through the Veil. He assumed, with all they would end up dealing with, that they might be needed. Oh, it was best to handle all the problems another way, he knew that, but this time was an exception.

Snagging one out of the medicine cabinet, he hurried back and handed it to Sirius. “Have him take that,” he said firmly then straddled the chair behind Harry and pressed tightly to him. Wrapping one arm around Harry the best he could he soothed, “Calm down, Harry. You're fine.”

Nodding to let Remus know he heard, that's all Harry could really do, though. Nothing seemed to be helping this and he was sure that he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. This feeling—he hated it. That's all there was to it. Breathing into the bag, he tried to focus, but it didn't seem to help. Nothing was. The anxiety was still just as high as it had been as was the fear and panic that wove into it, driving what was happening.

Taking the calming draught, Sirius pulled the bag away and handed it to Harry. “Take that,” said and waited. Those things helped almost immediately. He wasn't sure how much good it would do, what with all Harry was dealing with, but he hoped like hell that it would calm him at least a little.

Drinking the foul tasting potion, trying not to spill it on himself because he was trembling so badly, Harry then dropped the empty vial and slumped forward as it took hold. Oh, it didn't get rid of all of it, but it cut it down. He just hoped that it would work more as it got into his system.

Holding Harry close, kissing him on the top of the head, Remus soothed, “You're fine, Harry. It's nothing to worry about.” Glancing at Sirius, he asked, “What brought that on?” He hoped Sirius had an idea so they knew what to work with and how to deal with an episode like this in case it happened again.

Shaking his head, Sirius sighed and gave Remus a rundown of what they had done up to that point. Still holding Harry, he said, making sure that he was touching him in other ways as well, “That didn't end well.”

Nodding, thinking over what Sirius had done, Remus tried to decipher what set off the whole thing, aside from the obvious last part. Gently, he asked, looking down at the slightly calmer Harry, “Are you feeling better?”

Nodding, Harry wasn't ready to talk yet. He was still dealing with the aftermath of what had just happened. That and the pull from the bond and the other spells. Opening his mouth to say anything at the moment was something he didn't think he could do.

Kissing Harry on the head again, Remus sighed, “We need to figure out some way to get across what we want other than just bluntly. Maybe something that plays to the bond slightly so that Harry satisfies that while we get it across.”

“That might be the way to go,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “We can't go through too many more episodes like this. I don't think any of us can take that.”

“Very true,” Remus said with a dry snort. “Albus sent over the names of a couple more powerful calming draughts that we can employ. I think we need to consider that, Sirius. At least for Harry. I know it's not the most pleasant idea in the world, but this wasn't either.”

“We'll do that,” Sirius sighed, slumping slightly. Kissing Harry on the scar that marred his forehead, he said, gently, “That should help some, Harry. Alright?”

Unable to mutter anything yet, Harry just nodded, clinging to Sirius. This was bad. He was feeling better and the anxiety and panic were dying down, but he wasn't calm yet. Not to mention that he was slick with sweat by this point from the residual effects of what went on. What he wanted to say was he wanted a shower so he could feel clean again, but he just couldn't. The pull just wouldn't allow him to ask for that at this point. Reaching up and rubbing his eyes with a trembling hand, he just shook his head, not sure what to do.

Reaching down and fingering the collar, hoping like hell that helped some more, Sirius looked at Remus and shook his head. Yeah, he had to come up with something here to help. He didn't think that he could handle another episode like this and seeing Harry act this way was bothering him to no end.

“Let me see what I can find by looking a couple of things up. I still have the books set aside that we used to do the spells. There should be something in there that can help. I'll see what I can find.” Remus sighed, still clutching onto Harry. Lowering his voice and softening the tone, he added, “Maybe we should send the issue off to Albus to see if he can come up with something on his end. He has far more resources on this than we do.”

Though he didn't like the idea of Albus getting involved and part of him, internally, was snarling over that because of the reaction the man set off the night before, Sirius gave a shaky nod. “Do that. He has enough of what we did and saw the reaction last night to be able to judge what might work. If nothing else, he might have some suggestions we can use. Just tell him we need something or a hint of what might work to deal with this. You can even give up what just happened and what is going on now. That might give him a better idea of what we're dealing with. Even a hint about what I can do will be a big fucking help.” Holding Harry close, he muttered, head resting against his godson, “Because we both want our Harry back and not this.”

“I agree,” Remus said, holding Harry close. “I'll get something off soon. I think it's best the three of us stay together for a while. That might help.”

“Yeah, we'll do that,” Sirius agreed with a sigh and a nod. “How about we go crawl in the tub. I think a nice hot bath will soothe all of us.” Looking down at Harry, he asked, gently, “That good with you, Harry?”

Relieved at that suggestion, Harry nodded. Not only would he get cleaned up, but the hot water would relax him even more. He hoped that would get rid of the rest of what he was still dealing with and make him feel better. At least so that he felt comfortable enough to talk again. Of all of this, he wanted to feel like he could actually say something once more.

“Come on,” Sirius said, motioning Remus to stand. Once the man did and backed up, he had Harry slide off his lap. He wasn't happy that his godson's eyes were locked on the floor, but he could still see him tremble from the after effects so it was understandable. “We'll make sure to add some bubbles as well. Those are always good. That and we'll make Remus give both Little Paws and Padfoot a good washing. That should be amusing.”

Snorting at that, though smiling a little, Remus said, leading the way to the bathroom, “Little Paws is easy. I can tend to that without a problem. Padfoot, on the other hand, is always a trial. Especially with all that fur. Then there's the fact that you can't seem to hold still, Sirius. That makes it hard to work with.”

“I like making it difficult,” Sirius grinned, slipping an arm around Harry and guiding him to the bathroom. “You'd get complacent if I didn't make it somewhat hard.”

Giving a long-suffering sigh, Remus smiled bigger, “I could do without some of it. As long as you promise not to shake all over when you get out, I'll tend to it and make sure you get a good brushing out.”

Chuckling as he guided Harry along, “I like the shaking. The look on your face when I do that is a riot!”

“No shaking, Sirius,” Remus told him, arching an eyebrow and looking in his direction. “You shake, you're getting pink tinged fur!”

“Oh, no! No pink!” Sirius said with a mock groan. “Alright, I get your point. No shaking.”

“Good,” Remus smiled. “We'll tend to it then.”

Looking between Filius and Minerva, who were seated at each end of his desk, he asked, “Are we coming up with anything?” He had gotten Remus' owl a couple of hours before and decided the two needed to help him so he could work faster. As he knew that both would keep what they saw to themselves, they were perfect for the job.

Reading through the parchment that had the list of symptoms and what spells were on the collar, Filius told him, “No, not yet. This is utterly ingenious, though! Remus and Sirius—oh this is up to anything that I've seen done. It's just perfect!”

“Where they came up with what they did on that collar is beyond me, but it was a magnificent piece of work,” Albus agreed.

Reading through another segment of the book she had, referring to the parchment, Minerva sighed then said, “Maybe we should get Severus involved. He may know a couple of potions to help. At least ones that are better for calming and the anxiety on Harry's end.”

With a sad shake of his head, Albus sighed, “That's not wise, Minerva. Merely invoking Severus' name might cause more problems.” Looking sad, he said, glancing between the two, “I'm afraid that the reaction you see listed on the paper was caused by me. It was unintentional, of course, and I was only trying to help, but it triggered what you see from Harry. I don't think even mentioning Severus' name would be a wise idea. No, we'll leave him out of this.” Stroking his beard after popping another lemon sherbert in his mouth, he said, thoughtfully, “I may be able to get that kind of help elsewhere, though. Poppy, if I don't tell her just who it's for, might be able to give me the names of something to assist. So might a couple of others. Horace comes to mind. I gave them a couple of potion names that I thought might work, but they may be able to tell me something better. Let me put out some feelers to them. I do think that the spells are the better way to go with this. It will have a longer lasting effect than the potions without other bothersome side effects.”

“Very true,” Minerva said with a sigh and nod. “I didn't think about that.”

“It's something to ponder as a stopgap measure until we can find something that will work,” Albus told her firmly. “It can only help as it may take us time to find something.”

“If I may, Albus,” Filius started, looking at the man. Seeing Albus motion for him to continue, he pressed on, “Let me take this list with me. I have other books at home that may have something that can help. If not, I know a few other odd places I can look. As this is rather—an adult subject, I think we need to look beyond the ordinary to find something that can help.”

“As long as you don't mention who it's for, just what the combination is, you're fine,” Albus told him. “I'll make sure that Remus knows you're looking into the matter. It's something he shouldn't mind as you're better versed in these areas than any of us.”

Pushing the book aside with a sigh, Minerva took a sip of her tea then asked, “How is Harry?”

Looking sad, Albus said, “Physically, he's fine. It's this bit that's the issue. Let's just say that the Harry we all knew for so long isn't there now. I think I magnified the issue that was already there, sadly, so I got to observe a worse version than Arthur has. Sirius and Remus, both, assured me that the Harry we all knew will be back soon. It'll just take time. They also said that he acts close to normal, or did anyway until I came around, when no one else is there. Which means, whatever they did is working. Now they just need some help to deal with the troublesome bits cropping up.” Lowering his voice and shaking his head, he sighed, “I think I made a mistake in going over there so soon. Time was needed before I did that. Though what I did can only help, it seems to have made what poor Harry is dealing with worse.”

“Its better he deal with most of it now than after they start venturing out, Albus,” Filius told him firmly. Glancing around at the books then his eyes lighting on the parchment, he said, “This is a nasty spell, the one James accidentally made. While they did the best they could to negate the effects, there were bound to be issues. If Harry starts venturing out without having really dealt with the worst of the effects, he's in more danger than he would be normally. From what I see here, he couldn't even do so much as defend himself without getting approval from Remus and Sirius. With all that's going on, that could end catastrophically. No, it's best it was triggered before they were ready to show themselves again. It gives not only them time to work on the problem areas, but us a chance to help them all we can. You sealing what was there can only aid in that. At the very least, it gives Sirius a chance to get his own issues under control enough to help Harry over his. That they need.”

Leaning back in his chair and twiddling his thumbs, Albus thought that over then gave a slow nod. “Yes, you're right. While I'm sure there will be issues when they venture out again, if they can at least find a way to start dealing with them and get a system in place to handle the worst, it's something that can help. They are in danger, as they well know, especially Harry. He needs to be able to defend himself without consulting the two.”

“Just pass along from me that I'll do everything I can to find something to help them,” Filius told him.

“As will I,” Minerva nodded. “This might not be my area, but I have places I can look as well. Between the three of us, we should be able to find something to help them. It's just going to take time and a little work. Nothing more than that.”

Smiling, Albus nodded, “I'll pass that along. Tonight in fact. I plan to make sure I send off an owl to let them know I have both of you helping me.” Straightening up, he looked at the books piled all over his desk then said, “We'll find something between the three of us.” With that, he jumped back in, grabbing the top book nearest him and began to scan the table of contents for useful information.

Lying in bed as Little Paws, curled up between the sleeping Sirius and Remus, Harry felt better. It wasn't the same as before, but this worked better. The anxiety and stress from earlier were gone. That helped, more than anyone knew. They had come up with the idea of trying this because of what Sirius dealt with in Azkaban, something that helped him with the Dementors. In this case, it worked well. He could be close to the two, play around and what he had done before without the complex issues he had felt since Dumbledore was over.

Letting out a soft whimper, he shifted around slightly and shut his eyes. This was good. It wouldn't work forever and he had to face what he was dealing with, but they now had a way to help when it got really bad. The following day, Remus and Sirius were going to make a collar identical to the one that he had for Little Paws. They thought that would help even more. He hoped so because he hated feeling the way he had been.

Shutting his eyes as he snuggled up between the two, he relaxed, hoping to drift off to sleep soon. That would only help as well.
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