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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 15
Harry closed his eyes tightly as he turned his head into Blaise's shoulder. The Italian boy didn't seem to mind at all as he tightened his hold on Harry. What surprised Harry though was Draco's slender hand rubbing soft circles on his back. Harry took what comfort he could from both Draco and Blaise enjoying the moment as much as he could.
"Harry?" Sirius' worried voice broke the silence. "What scars?" And of course he would ask the one question that Harry did not want to answer.
Harry didn't lift his head, or make any indication that he has heard Sirius at all. "Harry?" Blaise asked, looking at the smaller boy in his lap when he didn't answer.
Harry's only response was to shake his head; he didn't know how to answer the question, not without going into details, and that was something he was trying to shove back into the corners of his mind. Everything still seemed so vivid after the Occlumency lesson.
"Harry, please talk to us," Sirius tried again.
"No," Harry said, shaking his head again. "Please, I don't want to talk about it."
"Talking helps." It was Draco who spoke this time. Harry glanced at him and Draco's lips curved into a small smile. "At least that's what I've heard," Draco said, his hand never stopping moving in small circles on Harry's back.
"I just..." Harry rested his head back on Blaise's shoulder. "I can't go into details," Harry told them with a sigh.
"Why not?" Sirius asked. Harry could tell that his Godfather was really worried, and he wished that he could give the man more of an explanation, but if he did that then he was sure that Sirius would go after the people responsible for hurting him, and the Dursley's wouldn't walk away from that meeting unharmed.
Harry couldn't say he actually cared about the people who tormented him his whole life, but Dumbledore had explained to him why he must stay there; Harry had argued about it with the Headmaster for years, but Voldemort was back now, and the only place Harry was truly hidden and protected from the madman was Privet Drive.
"Because I can't," Harry insisted, staring at Sirius, hoping that the man would understand and just drop it.
Sirius frowned as he watched his Godson. "I've just never seen any scars on you before, Harry."
"I usually have a glamour on; I just didn't want people to worry about something that wasn't really a big deal." Harry looked from Sirius to Blaise then Draco. "I'm really tired, can I just go to bed now?" Harry asked but he didn't wait for a response before pulling himself out of Blaise's lap; the other boy let him go reluctantly.
No one said anything as Harry hurried down the hall to his room, Draco waited only a moment before following. He knew it wasn't very likely that Harry would tell him anything, but Draco wanted him to know that there was someone here who could understand, without Harry having to go into details.
Sirius also moved to follow after his Godson, but Blaise stopped him. “Let Draco talk to him right now.”
“That's my Godson!” Sirius snapped trying to move around Blaise, only stopping when Blaise pulled his wand out, pointing it at Sirius.
“And he is bonded to Draco and I," Blaise reminded him. "Right now Draco is the best person to talk to Harry, because he's not going to push Harry to talk about things he is obviously not ready to talk about.”
**_**
Draco knocked on the door, before opening it slowly. "Harry?"
"I really don't want to talk, Draco," Harry said, though he didn't look up from where he was curled on his bed.
"You don't have to talk, just listen." Draco walked over to the bed sitting down on the edge. "I don't know what happened to you, but I can make a few guesses," he told him, "and I also know it is one of the hardest things to tell people, because most people won't understand what it's like."
"And you do?" Harry snapped, sitting up and finally turning to face Draco.
"I may not know exactly what you've gone through, but I am sure my guess is a pretty close," Draco said, watching Harry closely; not only could Draco feel the anger flowing from the smaller boy, but he could also see it in those green eyes.
"And if I told you that I got them here at school?" Harry asked angrily. "I'm not the most careful person around after all, always running into danger, getting myself hurt."
"Not all of those scars are from the past few years here." Draco kept his voice calm when all he really wanted to do was demand to know why Harry was avoiding this; but it was Draco's own experience that kept him calm, knowing that forcing someone to talk would do more harm than good. At least that was Draco's opinion.
"And because we're bonded you and Blaise know me so well now." Harry said sarcastically. "It's only because you're now stuck with me that you even care!" Harry said, giving Draco an accusing glare.
Draco took a deep breath; Harry was angry, Draco knew that, but it was more anger about the situation than anything else, since the anger didn't really seem to be directed at him. "That may be part of it," the blond said calmly. He knew that Harry hadn't been serious, but he honestly thought that their bond had given him a much better understanding of the boy sitting next to him. "But it wasn't the bond that made me follow you in here to talk to you," he pointed out.
"Then why are you in here?" Harry asked, his face scrunched up with confusion.
"Your scars, there from some kind of beating." Draco wasn't expecting a reply to this, but he paused to see if Harry would at least deny it. When he said nothing Draco continued. "I'm not going to ask for details, but I've had my own fair share of 'punishments' growing up."
Harry was still silent as he took in exactly what Draco was saying. “Your father?” Harry guessed after a few moments; it was the only conclusion that Harry could come to, remembering how Draco talked about his mother, and the way she seemed to care about her son.
Draco nodded. "And you? It's one of those Muggles you live with right?" he questioned, though he was already sure of the answer.
"Even if it is, there isn't anything that can be done, so there is no point in talking about it." Harry told Draco, looking at him with a serious expression, hoping that the blond would understand.
"There is always something that can be done about a bad situation," Draco told him firmly. He didn't like that Harry seemed to just being giving up; it certainly wasn't the boy who he had spent years fighting with. "Even if it's just talking about it," he added upon seeing Harry's sceptical expression.
Harry frowned. "This is the second time you said that talking would help. Does it really help?" he asked, an almost hopeful look on his face.
Draco shrugged before replying, "Supposedly it does, though I also admit that talking about things can be hard," he told him. "For me what helps is just the knowledge that there is someone there I can talk to, even if nothing can be done about the situation."
“So you haven't talked to anyone either?” Harry asked, as he raised an eyebrow at Draco, who shrugged again.
“I never said that," Draco said a little defensively; he did have Blaise to talk to after all, even if his boyfriend didn't completely understand, and his Godfather had been a lifeline in some of the hardest times. "But I did say that talking could be hard,” Draco pointed out.
“But nothing changed," Harry pointed out. "You still live at home, where your father can still punish you.” Harry really didn't see how talking about something like this could make any difference at all.
“Plenty changed,” Draco said, determined to help Harry understand. He reached inside his shirt and pulled out a pendant that he had around his neck, holding it up for Harry to see. “Yes I still live at home, but I was given this. I've had to use it a couple times.”
Harry stared at the pendant; it looked like a normal black stone with silver wire wrapped around it. “What is it?” He looked back at Draco when the blond tucked the pendent safely back in his shirt.

“An emergency port key," Draco told him; a smile twitched at his lips for just a second when he realised that Harry was staring at where the pendant was resting underneath his clothing. "If I ever got worried my father was going to punish me, I was instructed to use it. It would take me to a safe house where I could stay for as long as I needed," Draco explained. "So no, not a whole lot changed, but just enough did that my father hasn't been able to add any new scars to the old ones.” Draco watched as Harry looked down at his clenched hands.
“Who did you tell?” Harry finally asked.
“My Godfather, and eventually Blaise,” Draco replied.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. "I don't have anyone to talk to," he said softly.
"What about your Godfather?" Draco asked. He found it unbelievable that Harry Potter didn't have anyone he could talk to.
"Sirius is great, but it's hard to talk to him," Harry huffed. "He has his own image of how I should be. I'm his best friends son, and I look so much like my father that he sometimes thinks I should just be a smaller version of the best friend that he lost. I do love him, but I don't know how he would handle any if this. I think he might go and do something stupid," Harry admitted, and Draco thought about that before nodding.
"Dumbledore?" Draco suggested, then a frown formed on his own face at the way Harry was now laughing about that.
"He's the reason I have to return to my relatives every summer," Harry explained, trying to regain some of his composure. "I know he means well, the idea being that having me slightly damaged and alive is better than me being dead." Harry sounded bitter as he said this, and Draco didn't blame him. If it really was Harry's relatives abusing him, and the brunet had just practically admitted it was them, then he could understand why Harry would be bitter about the Headmaster forcing him to return there each summer.
Draco could now only ask one question. “Why?”
“Why what?” Harry asked.
“If they really are hurting you-”
“I never said it was them.” Harry spoke quickly, going on the defensive. Draco sighed but continued as if he hadn't been interrupted.
“Then why do you have to go back there every summer?" Draco asked, trying to maintain his patience in the face of Harry's defiance. "I am pretty certain that you've got other places you could go,” he pointed out.
“Doesn't matter.” Harry closed his eyes, wishing he could just curl up and go to sleep right now, pretend that the last couple hours hadn't happened. However, he knew Draco well enough to know that the blond wasn't going to give up without at least some kind of answer. “There are protections around my aunt and uncle's house," he explained. "I can't get anywhere else. I have to go there at least a few weeks every summer to make sure that the wards stay in place.” Harry was just reiterating what Dumbledore had told him; though Harry hadn't fully understood what the man was talking about, he did understand that the answer would always be 'no' when it came to the topic of leaving the Dursley's.
Draco was silent as he thought this over, trying to figure out what kind of 'protection' Harry would have there that he couldn't have anywhere else. Draco knew about family wards, Malfoy manor had a lot of them. It kept out uninvited guests at the very least. But from Draco knew about those kinds of wards, you still needed a magical family living there to keep them active. Harry was powerful, but Draco doubted that him staying there a few days during the summer would be enough for them to be very strong.
Draco decided it didn't truly matter what kind of wards were around the house, even if they were for Harry's protection, it didn't protect him from what happened inside the house. “I think it does matter,” Draco said sternly. “I don't know what those Muggles did to you, but if you really have to go back there just for your protection, then the simplest solution is you come with me this summer, and we both go and stay with Blaise.” Draco watched in slight amusement as Harry's mouth fell open in shock.
Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco, “I don't know...shouldn't we ask Blaise before you just decide something like that?”
Draco smirked, glad that Harry hadn't dismissed the idea entirely. “He won't mind," the blond said with certainty, "but if it'll make you feel better I can run it by him later.”
“It's just... I know I've been a lot of trouble recently, and I'm trying not to get between you two anymore,” Harry said softly, looking down as he started pulling at some loose strings on the bed spread.
“We already worked that out, Harry, and it's bothering me a lot less than it was before I opened the bond completely,” Draco explained, needing Harry to understand this.
“But it still bothers you.” Harry said with a sigh, “I know it does, even without you saying anything.”
“That's because I don't share easily," Draco pointed out. "But even if it does still bother me, with the bond open, it's easier for me to ignore.” Draco reached out, putting a finger under Harry's chin and making the other boy look up at him. “If Blaise and I want, or even need time for just the two of us, we will tell you. But, Harry, the three of us are going to be bonded for a very, very long time. I'm going to have my moments of jealousy, there is no getting around that, but you and I have already worked things out once, I'm confident that we can do it again.”
Harry stared at Draco; he felt like he had been doing nothing but staring at the blond for the past few minutes. It was just the bond, Harry knew that, but he found that he was growing fond of this 'new Draco'.
Harry gave Draco a small smile before yawning; he really was tired. Draco chuckled, his hand falling away from Harry's chin. “I didn't think I was that boring.”
Harry's face suddenly felt very hot as he blushed. “No! It's just, I'm really tired," he explained quickly. "I was going to go to sleep before you came in here and started talking and...” Harry blushed more when Draco laughed.
Harry let out a small yelp when he felt Draco's hands on his shoulder, pushing him down onto the bed. “Then get some sleep,” Draco insisted, as he grinned down at Harry, who was blinking up at him. Draco pulled back and slid off the bed. “I'll go let Blaise and your Godfather know that you're sleeping.”
Harry nodded, sitting up just enough to slide himself under his covers before settling down to get some sleep. He really hoped that his mind would stay nightmare free, though he didn't have high hopes for that after the lesson with Snape.
Draco paused at the door and looked back at the smaller boy in the bed. “Oh, and Harry,” he said, waiting until green eyes at locked with his, “me and Blaise.” Draco smiled at the look of confusion that Harry gave him. “For someone to talk to, you have us.”
Harry's eyes widened slightly. “Thank you,” he said earnestly and with that Draco left the room and closed the door softly behind him, leaving Harry to get the rest he needed.
**B**
Blaise hadn't kept his wand pointed at Sirius for very long, but he didn't put it away either. He was sure that as soon as he let his guard down, the man would try and get down to Harry's room again. So for now, the two of them had settled for glaring at each other.
“You can't stop me from seeing my godson forever,” Sirius said a little angrily, as he glared at Blaise; he had been watching for an opening for the past few minutes, either to get the wand from Blaise, or make it down the hallway to Harry's room before the Italian boy could hex him, but the Slytherin was watching him just as closely.
“I'm not trying to keep you from seeing, Harry," Blaise said somewhat exasperatedly, "but the last thing he needs right now is for you to barge into his room and start demanding answers he either can't or won't give you,” Blaise said, trying to explain it to Sirius again.
“Harry would be able to answer if you two would stop hovering over him,” Sirius snapped and Blaise sighed shaking his head.
“It's pointless trying to explain it to you right now,” the Slytherin boy said, turning his attention towards the hallway when he heard the door to Harry's room open and close again. A moment later Draco came out into the common room.
“Harry's sleeping,” he said and sat down in one of the armchairs.
“Is he alright though?” Blaise asked, still not putting his wand away, keeping half an eye on Sirius.
“No, not really,” Draco sighed, running a hand through his blond hair before he looked over at Sirius. “What do you think of Harry?” he asked suddenly, earning looks of confusion from both Blaise and Sirius.
“What do you mean?” Sirius growled becoming more irritated with the fact that these two students were keeping him from talking to Harry; they had no authority over him or his godson as far as he was concerned, bonded or not.
“I mean what do you think of him?” Draco repeated, as though it was the most simple question in the world. “Do you see him as 'The Boy Who Lived'; do you see him as some kid you should have known; do you see him as your godson; or do you just see him as a younger version of his father?” Though this was a conversation that Draco believed Harry should be having with his Godfather, he had a feeling that it was also something that Harry would avoid for a very long time. And as much as Draco disliked the man, Harry needed his Godfather, just as Draco needed his own.
“You have no right to ask me that!” Sirius yelled taking a step towards Draco, only to have Blaise's wand on him again.
“Harry is worried that you see him that way," Draco said firmly. "He is not his father, and if you ever want him to be comfortable telling you anything, I would suggest putting some effort into remembering that.” Draco continued eyeing the man in front of him, who was looking increasingly annoyed.
“I know who my Godson is!” Sirius said angrily, his fists clenched as he looked from Draco to Blaise, then towards the hallway where Harry was.
“Harry is fine, he's sleeping for now. Why don't you come back tomorrow when he's awake,” Blaise suggested; with Harry sleeping Blaise saw no reason for Sirius to remain in here.
“I have a better idea,” Draco said with a smirk. “Why don't you go and ask the Headmaster why Harry isn't living with you?”
“He can't live with me because I'm still a wanted man,” Sirius said firmly, though the two Slytherin's didn't miss the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he spoke.
“Then why hasn't that been fixed?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at the convict. “Dumbledore knows your innocent; he had enough pull to keep Severus out of prison, why can't he do the same for you?” Draco questioned. It was something that he had been wondered this past week while Sirius had been around visiting Harry, and now, with the information about Dumbledore being responsible for Harry living with those Muggles, Draco couldn't help but think that there was more going on then they knew.
Sirius stared at Draco, unsure of how to reply to that. He had thought nearly the same thing before, but had never asked anyone about it; no one else had seemed to find it strange, even Remus hadn't mentioned it before. But hearing someone else ask the question that had gone through his head more than once made Sirius wonder if it was something that Dumbledore could have done for him. Sirius was, however, still reluctant to leave Harry when there were so many questions to be answered.
Draco sighed and stood up. “If I let you go and see for yourself that Harry is sleeping, and perfectly fine right now, will you leave?” he asked with exasperation, realising that Sirius simply didn't trust them to take care of Harry. If letting him see for himself that Harry was just fine was what it took to get Sirius to leave then he was all for it.
Sirius scowled at them but nodded. He followed Draco down the hall to Harry's room, the blond opening the door for him, and letting Sirius into the room. Draco didn't leave though, remaining by the door to make sure that he didn't attempt to wake Harry up.
Sirius walked over to the bed where Harry was curled up, one of his hands clutching his pillow tightly. Sirius reached out and gently ran his fingers through Harry's hair until he saw his godson relax a little bit. Sirius turned back to look at Draco. “I will want actual answers tomorrow.”
“Can you just leave now?” Draco asked impatiently, moving aside as Sirius hesitantly left the room.
“I'll be back to see Harry tomorrow,” Sirius said firmly, not about to let them think that they could take his godson from him. He glared at Blaise, who still had his wand in hand, even if it wasn't raised, before he left completely, transforming into a dog as soon as he was out in the hallway.
Blaise waited until Sirius was gone completely before he turned and saw Draco sitting once again in the arm chair. “Well, today has been...eventful.”
Draco chuckled. “That's one word for it.” Draco closed his eyes and rested his head back against the chair. Blaise came over and ran his fingers through Draco's hair, smiling as the blond leaned into the touch. “I told Harry that he and I will be staying with you over the summer,” Draco said.
Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco, though the grey eyes were still shut as he relaxed in the chair. “Oh? And what was his response to that?” he asked curiously.
“He thought that we should ask you before I just invited him along,” Draco told him, opening his eyes and looking up at Blaise. “You know as well as I do that we can't send him back to those muggles.”
Blaise sighed and pulled his hand away from Draco's head. “There is a slight problem with that Draco.” Blaise admitted, backing up to find his own seat.
“What kind of problem could there possibly be?" Draco asked a little snappishly. "You've seen those scars, Blaise; he won't talk about them, but there is no possible way he got them all here at school.” Draco glared at Blaise, who glared right back at his boyfriend.
“I know that, Draco," Blaise said with exasperation. "But neither of us knew about the scars when we were first forced into this bond with Harry. I have already agreed with Dumbledore that Harry would spend at least a week with his relatives.” Blaise sighed leaning back in his own seat. It was something he had put into the back of his mind because he hadn't thought it would become an issue at all, but now he was regretting it.
“When did you have this conversation?” Draco questioned. He was trying to think back but he couldn't remember Blaise having talked to Dumbledore alone at all recently.
“It was when the three of us were in his office, right after Harry woke up,” Blaise explained. “He didn't go into detail about why Harry had to go back to his relatives, but it didn't really matter at the time since it meant we would have protection, and still get our summer together.”
“Please tell me you weren't stupid to make an unbreakable vow or something like that?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes further at Blaise.
“Nothing quite that drastic," Blaise reassured him, "just a promise that Harry would spend at least one week at home, no matter how our relationship with him progressed.” Blaise really wished he had had thought about it more before agreeing so quickly with Dumbledore at that time.
“So, nothing life threatening if you break the promise. But probably something we don't want to suffer the back lash from,” Draco huffed. “Well this will be fun to explain to Harry in the morning.”
Blaise stood up from his seat and went over pulling Draco out of his as well. “Leave it to me then," Blaise said firmly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, who was still looking mildly annoyed. "The two of you just stopped fighting all the time, and I'm enjoying the peace and quiet,” Blaise teased giving Draco a quick kiss. “After all we have seen today, he won't ever go back there again. That is a promise I will make Harry myself.”
Not really satisfied with the answer, but knowing there wasn't much they could do about it now, Draco nodded his agreement; he was going to have to trust Blaise to take care of this mistake of his. Pulling Blaise in for another brief kiss, Draco took the tan boy's arms leading him down the corridor to their bedroom. Both of them decided they would finish dealing with everything tomorrow.
**B**

After having been all but thrown from the rooms Harry was sharing with the two Slytherins, Sirius made his way up to Dumbledore's office, trying to think of the best way to bring up the topic of his own freedom. He was grateful to Dumbledore for helping him escape the Dementors when he had been captured a few years earlier, but he had always gotten the feeling that Dumbledore could have done more. However, the Headmaster had allowed Snape to spin his own tale of the events that happened that night in the Shrieking Shack.
As Sirius neared the Gargoyle statue, he saw a familiar set of black robes standing in front of the statue, the Gargoyle sliding aside to reveal the spiral stairs. Glad that he didn't have to transform to say the password, Sirius hurried along the corridor climbing the stairs, though making sure not to get too close to Snape.
If the potions master noticed that a large black dog had followed him up the stairs, he made no show of it. Instead he knocked loudly on Dumbledore's door, only waiting a moment until he heard the old man's voice inviting him to enter.
"Ah, Severus, I was not expecting to see you this evening. How did the Occlumency lessons go?" Sirius hear Dumbledore question, and was able to see the headmaster motioning for Severus to have a seat before the door swung closed.

Sirius sat outside the door, making sure he was close enough to be able to hear what was being said; he too was curious about what had happened in Harry's lesson earlier that night. The large black dog shifted, listening carefully, so he could hear both men inside the office as they spoke.
**__**

"I have discovered a few startling things about Potter," Severus said, keeping his tone calm. Dumbledore had known this man for years, and so he could easy tell that he was less than pleased about something.

"It must be serious for it to have startled you enough to speak with me about it," Dumbledore pointed out with a smile.

"It does concern your golden boy. Though I am curious as to how it has gone on this long with no one knowing about it." Severus was not someone who would usually give anyone the benefit of the doubt, but this was Dumbledore, who had his hand in nearly everything going on; it was not beyond belief that the old wizard might have overlooked something. However, Snape wasn't sure if the abuse Harry suffered was something that Dumbledore could have simply missed.

"I am afraid you are being unusually cryptic this evening, my boy," Dumbledore said, smiling a bit more at Severus.

"I am speaking of Potter's treatment at home," Severus said impatiently, not really believing the innocent act that the headmaster seemed to be insisting on playing. "There are some things that I find very surprising for not only you to have missed, but for every member of staff to have done so as well." Severus was including himself in that list. The only explanation for him having missed it was the fact that his hatred for James Potter had carried over to the man's son, but even he could not ignore the abuse the boy had been through when it was shoved at him like it had been.

"Ah, yes," was Dumbledore's response. Not quite what Severus had been expecting. "I know his life at home is less then pleasant. He may not get the love he would have had if his own parents were alive, but I assure you it is quite necessary," Dumbledore told him, looking saddened by this, but continuing on, ignoring the pinched expression on Severus' face. "When Lily gave her life for Harry, it created a protection that lives on in her blood. Her sister, Harry's aunt, provides him with protection from dark wizards that may wish to harm him. It remains only as long as she allows him to live there," Dumbledore explained. “It is to keep him safe, Severus. You of all people should know why the boy must be kept safe." Dumbledore looked at the potions master, sitting across from him.

Severus fixed Dumbledore with a cold stare. "I am not speaking of some disagreement he had with his relatives Albus. I am talking about abuse." His voice was as cold as the look he continued giving the Headmaster.

Dumbledore was not given a chance to answer though before Sirius, now back in his human form, barged into the office. "What the hell do you mean abuse?" Sirius raged looking from Severus to Dumbledore.

“I see you're done lurking in the hall," Severus sneered at Sirius.

"What did you mean by abuse, Snape?" Sirius asked again ignoring the comment about lurking. He didn't care what Snape thought about his eavesdropping, his focus was on Harry and what Snape seemed to be saying had happened to his godson, what Dumbledore had apparently let happen to him.

"I was unaware there were multiple meanings to the word," Severus said with a tone of impatience as he turned his gaze back to Dumbledore.

"Sirius, I am certain that Severus is mistaken about this accusation," Dumbledore said, but his smile was gone.

"I am not mistaken, Headmaster," Severus said indignantly. "During this evening's Occlumency lesson I perhaps pushed Potter a little too far, and as a result I was nearly trapped in his mind as he showed me everything,” Severus told them, knowing that if Dumbledore didn't do anything to fix this, then at the very least Sirius most likely would.
“That's why Harry has scars,” Sirius said as he started to add everything up and turned to glare at Dumbledore. “You knew?” he demanded to know.
“No," the headmaster said firmly. "I did not know that Harry's neglect went any further then a few skipped meals.” Dumbledore frowned leaning back in his chair.
Sirius screamed in rage, kicking over the empty chair that was next to Severus. The potions master was quickly out of his own chair wand out pointing at Sirius. Though it was not Severus that he was interested in; Sirius slammed his fist on Dumbledore's desk.
“My Godson will NEVER be going back there again! He shouldn't have been there to begin with, or at the very least should have been removed from that house as soon as you knew what was happening!” Sirius shouted. Dumbledore let him, watching Sirius turn and kick over the chair that Severus had been sitting in before.
“He may not have been loved, or cared for as much as we would have liked. But he is alive,” Dumbledore pointed out. He continued to watch as Severus kept his wand pointed at Sirius, but Sirius didn't even seem to notice that Severus was even still in the room. Sirius had his murderous glare fixed on Dumbledore.
“I want custody of my Godson,” Sirius said firmly, determined that he had to make it happen.
“How do you plan on getting that when you are still on the run?” Dumbledore questioned calmly. “If Harry doesn't return to his aunt and uncle's house, the blood protection will fail, making him an easier target for Voldemort,” the old wizard explained patiently.
“He's already an easy target for that mad man!” Sirius shouted. “Or have you also failed to notice how many times Harry has had to fight him already! I'll say it one more time, I want custody of Harry.”
“Sirius,” Dumbledore said firmly, “I don't think-”
“You've kept Snape out of Azkaban and he actually WAS a death eater!” Sirius bellowed angrily. “You either do something and fix this, or I will take Harry and you will never see either of us again!,” he threatened and was satisfied to see Dumbledore's eyes widen slightly.
“I will see what I can do, Sirius,” Dumbledore sighed, realising that Sirius was serious and he was going to have little choice. It would not be an easy task, but there had to be something he could do. “Why don't you return to Grimmauld Place, and I will contact you,” Dumbledore suggested.
“No, I am going to remain here for the rest of the holiday as planned,” Sirius told him, turning and storming across the office. He opened the door and gave Dumbledore another glare before he left the office, slamming the door behind him. He hoped that Dumbledore knew him well enough to know that he would, and could, take Harry and vanish; he would have the help of Harry’s bonded Slytherins too, if it came to that.
Dumbledore sighed once Sirius had left the office. “That could have gone better,” he said and looked at Severus. “I don't suppose you know of any way we could grant his request?”
“I believe that was more of a demand, Headmaster.” Severus said drily. He didn't blame Sirius for being angry; he didn't like the man, and a couple years ago he would have been willing to send him back to Azkaban innocent or not, but now, even Severus had to admit that Sirius Black might be the best chance for Harry to get out of his aunt and uncle's care. “I would think you still have enough influence in the ministry to see about getting him a trial, particularly given he was never given the one he was entitled to. Perhaps demand he be questioned under truth serum,” the potions master suggested.
“That is one option. We could also attempt to help the Ministry get their hands on Peter,” Dumbledore said, standing up from his chair and going over to look out the window. Severus watched him, noticing that the Headmaster at that moment was truly looking his age. He did feel a small twinge of guilt for putting Dumbledore in this position, but any amount of guilt he might feel was smothered as soon as he thought of what he had seen in Harry's mind and the headmaster’s part in what had happened to the boy.
“Is there anything else you wish to discuss with me, Severus?” Dumbledore didn't look away from the window as he asked this.
Severus knew a dismissal when he heard one. “No,” he said and walked around the upturned chair, leaving the office.
**B**
The next morning had Blaise rolling over in bed far earlier then he truly wanted to be up. There was a small sound of protest from Draco, as the still sleeping boy moved to try and find the warm body that had just been lying next to him. Finding Blaise's pillow instead, the blond wrapped his arms around it drifting further into sleep once again.

Blaise shook his head fondly, pulling the blankets up over Draco before he went out to the common room. It was far too early to be awake, the sun wasn't even up yet, but Blaise didn't think he could get back to sleep right now even if he tried. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the previous night between Harry and Professor Snape; the pull from Harry had been so intense, and the sight of Harry crumpled on the floor when he and Draco had burst into Snape's office had really hit him hard. Blaise had truly been ready to kill his professor after seeing Harry like that.
Blaise entered the common room and saw the person who was currently occupying his thoughts. Harry sat in the arm chair closest to the fire like he usually did; the smaller boy was sipping some hot cocoa, wrapped up in a small blanket.
“You're up early,” Blaise said as he walked further into the room. Harry jumped, his cup falling to the floor spilling the hot chocolate onto the rug. Harry frowned and looked up at Blaise.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” Blaise said, chuckling and pulled out his wand to vanish the broken mug and the hot chocolate mess. “Want me to go get you another?” Blaise offered.
Harry shook his head sinking further down into his chair “No, I wasn't really drinking it anyway,” he admitted, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. “Why are you up so early?” Harry asked watching as Blaise pulled the second chair over closer to the fire and sitting down.
Blaise shrugged at Harry's question. “I could ask you the same thing; I would have thought after last night you would have slept half the day away.”
“That's why I'm awake. After my lesson with Snape...I couldn't stop thinking.” Harry turned his attention back towards the fire watching the flames, very much aware of the fact that Blaise was now watching him.
“Harry…” Blaise started but Harry shook his head.
“I don't really want to talk about any of it. Because it doesn't matter.” Harry looked back at Blaise fixing him with such a fierce stare that Blaise, though still reluctant, nodded and let the subject drop for now.
“I am still here if you need to talk,” Blaise said, feeling like he had to tell Harry this, though Draco had said the same thing to Harry. Blaise got the feeling that the green eyed boy would have to hear it more than once if he was actually going to believe that there was someone to talk to.
“I know, Draco told me I could talk to you two. I just....I can't.” Harry sighed; he felt bad that he couldn't talk to either of them when they were trying so hard, but what they wanted him to talk about wasn't easy.
“Can I ask why?” Blaise asked, watching Harry while the other boy turned his attention back towards the fire once again. Blaise was ready to assume that Harry was just going to ignore him now, when the smaller boy spoke.
“Part of it is because...I don't know how to talk about it,” Harry admitted. He felt unsure of how to explain things so that Blaise would understand. This was something that Harry had kept to himself for so long, and he couldn't bring himself to start talking about it to just anyone. “It's not something that comes up in conversation, and being told, or asked to talk about it isn't easy.”
Blaise nodded in understanding when Harry paused, thinking about what he was going to say next. He and Draco couldn’t pressure Harry into talking before he was ready, that wouldn’t do anything to develop the trust between them. So he waited, listening, for Harry to say what he needed to.
“I also think it is because I don't really know either of you,” Harry told him, looking back at Blaise for a moment. “We've been living in the same rooms for two months, and even with the bond, we are still practically strangers.”
Blaise smiled at him; if it was a simple matter of them not knowing each other, then that was a problem easily fixed. “You know a bit about us,” Blaise pointed out.
“I know more about you now than I did two months ago, but...” Harry said, his voice trailing off as he chewed on his lower lip.
“But not enough to just open up and start talking about your problems,” Blaise finished for him and Harry nodded. “Well, that's something that can be fixed at least,” Blaise pointed out. “What do you want to know about me?” Blaise asked and Harry looked at Blaise in confusion.
“Huh?” he asked.
“You just said we are still practically strangers, so the best way to get to know someone is to talk to them right? Ask them questions and get to know them,” Blaise said and he almost laughed at the look Harry was still giving him. “It doesn't have to be complicated questions, maybe something like, ‘what's your favourite colour’, or ‘what do you like to eat?’”
“I can't think of any questions I really want to ask you though...” Harry told him, feeling a little awkward as he turned his gaze back towards the fire.
Blaise shrugged a shoulder. “Then can I ask you some questions?” he asked, and Harry's head snapped back so they were looking at each other again. “You don't have to answer anything you don't want to," Blaise reassured him. "And I won't ask you about the abuse.”
“I'm not abused!” Harry snapped cutting Blaise off quickly. Harry's cheeks turned slightly pink and he looked away from Blaise, unable to keep staring into those violet eyes, eyes that looked so sad when Harry had denied the abuse.
“Denying what it is, isn't going to help any,” Blaise said softly, wanting to try and help Harry accept what had happened to him. However, Harry ignored him, and Blaise let out a loud sigh.
“I wonder if I should be happy it's not me that's upsetting him this time.” Draco's voice came from behind Blaise, startling the two boys in the common room. Blaise looked around to see the blond leaning against the wall watching the two of them.
“I didn't upset him on purpose,” Blaise pointed out glancing back at Harry, who was trying his hardest to ignore both Blaise and Draco right now.
“Then why don't you make it up to us and go get some breakfast; and bring it back here so we can eat something, so we can get our day started,” Draco suggested.
“What did I do that I have to make up with you as well?” Blaise asked a little indignantly, but he stood up from his chair and stretched anyway.
“You upset Harry, and it woke me up," Draco told him; he had felt Harry's emotions through their bond and there was no way he could have slept through it. "I was looking forward to actually sleeping in this morning,” Draco huffed and Blaise chuckled shaking his head; there was no way that Draco would have slept in, even if Harry hadn't been upset.
“Alright, alright, I know when I'm not wanted around here. I'll go get some food.” Blaise looked at Harry. “Anything special you want?” he asked and Harry shook his head.
“No, I'm not really hungry this morning,” Harry answered, though he still didn't look at the tan boy. Blaise nodded and left the room; he would still bring something back for Harry to eat, even if it was just some fruit salad.
Once Blaise was out of the room, Draco pushed off the wall and made his way over towards Harry. He took a seat in the chair that Blaise had vacated. “Sorry about him,” Draco said and Harry blinked, slowly turning his attention towards the blond.
“What?” he asked, feeling pretty confused. He didn't think that Draco had anything to be sorry for at the moment, not after he had actually been really nice the evening before.
“Blaise; he can be a bit pushy at times. He was probably just trying to help, and he doesn't always know when to back off. He's a bit....over protective at times.” Draco had a soft smile on his lips when he said this, and Harry found himself now staring at the blond boy sitting across from him. “What did he say anyway?” Draco asked curiously.
“He wanted to talk about...about my relatives,” Harry admitted. “I don't want to talk about them, I don't even want to think about them.”
Draco nodded his understanding. “I can talk to him, tell him to back off from that topic for a while,” Draco offered. “But, try not to get upset with him,” Draco requested. “It's his way of showing he cares I suppose.”
“He only cares about me because of the bond,” Harry said, sounding a little bitter, and Draco raised a blond eyebrow.
“Do you really believe that?" the blond asked. "True, this bond did create something between the three of us, but I don't think they are false feelings, Harry.” Draco had originally thought exactly that, because there was no possible way for him to ever have any feelings other then hatred for Harry Potter, but now he was wondering if it was something else.
“You hated me, Draco, you can't deny that," Harry pointed out, feeling unsure about the sincerity of all of their feelings towards each other. "We hated each other, and now...now we don't. Something like that can't disappear overnight. If I think about it, I can probably still muster up some of the hatred I had for you before the bond,” Harry said, shifting around in his seat, wrapping his blanket tighter around himself.
“It is still there,” Draco agreed. “But I think it's been, not covered up...but dampened maybe. I just know that these feelings, they're not new for me,” Draco admitted with a small blush painting his pale cheeks.
Harry studied Draco for a moment before asking. “What do you mean?”
“I tried to be your friend once,” Draco reminded him. Harry had a small smile as he remembered the first day he had spent in the wizarding world. Then meeting Draco in the robe shop; the blond had been the first person from this world his own age to talk to him.
“I didn't know you were trying to be my friend back then,” Harry pointed out. “You sounded like a spoiled prat to me.”
“That's because I was," Draco said with an unapologetic shrug; there was no use in denying the way things had been. "I had never made my own friends; everyone I knew my own age were children of my father's friends. The point is, these feelings the bond has 'created', I think have always been there, they're just a little amplified now.” Draco still had a light blush colouring his cheeks as he finished speaking, and Harry couldn't help but smile at the fact that Draco was embarrassed at admitting that he had tried and failed to befriend Harry Potter. “I think that would also explain why you don't like Blaise or I calling you 'Potter',” Draco said almost as an afterthought.
“How does that explain that?” Harry asked, genuinely confused. “Plenty of people call me 'Potter'. It doesn't make sense that it only upsets me when you and Blaise do it.”
“Okay," Draco said, trying to think about how to explain it, "I think it's not so much us calling you Potter, but more perhaps the fact that we use to call you that because we didn't like you?" he suggested. "You haven't called me Malfoy since the bond formed. You're treating Blaise and I as if we were your friends.”
“I'm still not getting it...” Harry huffed running a hand through his hair.
“Would you ever call Granger by her last name?” Draco asked and Harry shook his head.
“No, it would be weird to call her that,” Harry said without hesitation. A moment later though, he blinked, catching on to what Draco was saying. “Just like it's weird to call you Malfoy...”
“And the Weasel started calling you Potter when he ended your friendship,” Draco pointed out.
“It was still a little different with you and Blaise though," Harry said, thinking it over. "The way you said my name, it made me feel like I had done something wrong, that it was my fault that you two hated me.” Harry gave a small sigh, looking around when the door opened stopping the conversation between himself and Draco.
Blaise came into the room carrying a large bowl of fruit salad with him. “I know you said you weren't hungry, but I brought you something to eat anyway,” Blaise said as he put the fruit down on the table. “The house elves said they would cook up some pancakes and pop them in, in a few minutes.” Blaise grinned as Draco stood up from his seat, walking over to pick at the fruit that Blaise had brought back with him. He looked back at Harry, who remained in his chair by the fire.
“We should go through your wardrobe today, and pick out something for you to wear to dinner with my mother,” Draco said a little distractedly, as he picked another piece of fruit from the bowl. “New year's eve is tomorrow night after all.” Draco smirked as Harry blinked slowly, and popped the piece of melon into his mouth.
“Why do you have to go through my wardrobe?” Harry questioned curiously.
Draco swallowed before speaking. “Because we are going to a fancy restaurant and I want to see if you have anything decent to wear, and if not, then we will either have to go shopping, or you will borrow some of my clothes,” he pointed out, picking up some more fruit. “On second thought, I'll just pick something from my clothes for you to wear. It will save time.” Draco grinned, ignoring Harry frown as a house elf popping in with a giant plate of pancakes for the three boys.
They smelt so good, and the assortment of syrups that the elf brought as well looked delicious. Harry's stomach growled and Blaise looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The tan boy didn't tell him to eat, but Harry knew that he couldn't deny that he was hungry any more.
Standing from his warm chair, Harry kept the blanket wrapped around himself as his bare feet touched the cold stone floor. Making his way over to the sofa, which had the food was set up on the table in front of it, he sat down. Blaise and Draco sat down on either side of him and Harry couldn't help but smile a little as he helped himself to a pancake and dumped some fruit onto it. He couldn't help but think that this was something he would love to get used to.
***B***
Sirius was restless and had spent the better part of the night wandering the castle as Padfoot, thinking of what he would have to do if Dumbledore couldn't actually do anything to keep him out of Azkaban. But Sirius was still angry, and thinking of plans had never been his thing. Remus was the best at planning. And that was another thing to take into account; if it turned out that he would have to take Harry and make a run for it, Sirius knew that he would not be able to leave his only friend behind.
Letting out a loud sigh, Sirius lifted himself from the floor where he had only managed to get a couple hours sleep. There was only one person he could ask for help and he just hoped that the man didn't demand his soul in return.
Sirius, still in his animagus form, made his way down to Snape's office. He felt tired from the lack of sleep and drained from the difficult evening they had had; and so he lowered himself to the floor, curling up outside the door and waited for the potions master. He did want to speak to Snape and see if the other man would be able to help, but waking him up with the sun probably wasn't the best course of action. So remained in front of the door, until it opened nearly an hour later when Snape was leaving to go get some breakfast.
“Is this one of your new hobbies? Lurking outside of doors?” Snape asked; it seemed he couldn't help but sneer at the scruffy looking dog lying on the floor by his feet. Sirius looked up at Snape and just stared at the potions master, wondering if he would have to change from his canine form right here in the hallway.
“Why don't you go find the Potter child? I'm sure you have a lot to talk about after last night," Snape said impatiently, moved around the dog, ignoring the growl and walked down the corridor, until the sound of Sirius' voice stopped him.
“I need your help, Snape,” Sirius said loudly, his voice echoing in the empty hall. Snape turned slowly back towards Sirius, a black eyebrow raised in question.
“I'm not sure I heard you correctly.” Snape showed no emotion on his face, and didn't move even as Sirius took a couple steps forward.
“I said I need your help,” Sirius repeated. “I'm no idiot,”
Snape couldn't hold back the comment that slipped out. “That validity of that statement is debatable,” the potion master sneered and Sirius sighed. However, his night of contemplation had made him determined and so he continued on as if Snape hadn't just interrupted him. It would do no good to start arguing right now.
“Dumbledore, I'm sure, is going to do what he can to get me set free. But there is still a high chance that he can't do anything," Sirius pointed out, stopping when he was only a few feet from where Snape was standing, still watching him with apprehension. "If that happens, I need to take Harry and get away from here. I need your help with that.” Sirius looked into black eyes, silently begging, pleading with the man in front of him.
“What makes you think that I would be able to, or that I would even want to help?” Snape asked. He did want to help Harry, but despite what he knew about the boy now, it would not change the fact that he was a bitter man, nor the way that James and Sirius had tormented him in their school years.
“Because Lily saw past the greasy git that you can be sometimes. And even you wouldn't let her child stay in a place where he was actually being hurt,” Sirius pointed out, narrowed his eyes at Snape, who glared right back.
“You have no right to use Lily against me,” Snape hissed dangerously. “I've done my job and brought the boy's abuse to the attention of the Headmaster.” Though Snape would never admit it out loud, Sirius was right; Snape would not allow Harry to return to his Aunt and Uncle, not if there was really something he could do to help. But it seemed that that would mean working with Sirius Black of all people.
Sirius took a deep breath running a hand through his hair. He knew that talking to Snape might be difficult; he was now thinking that perhaps he should have contracted Remus and had him come talk to the potions master instead. “I just need a safe way to get Harry out of the country, should the need arise," Sirius told him, thinking that getting to the point was probably best for both of them. "I know you hate me, I don't much care for you either, but you are the only person I can trust to help.”
Snape stared in disbelief at what he was hearing. Sirius trusted him, out of everyone else in the Order. Snape couldn't think of anything he had done to earn this man's trust, and he wasn't quite sure he really wanted it. “I will think about it,” Snape said plainly, before he turned away again and made his way up to towards the Great Hall.
Knowing that that was the best answer he was going to get from Snape for right now, Sirius transformed back into a dog and went off to find some place to get some more sleep. He would go see Harry later and see how his godson was doing.
**B**

True to his word, Draco did in fact pick out some clothes from his own wardrobe for Harry. The black haired boy could only frown as he picked up the green silk shirt that he had been given; he couldn't help but wonder why people loved dressing him in green. He remembered Mrs. Weasley saying something about it bringing out his eyes, but Harry found that to be a little amusing because it was never his eyes that people looked at first.

Sighing heavily Harry put the shirt back on the bed next to the black pants. Neither of the articles of clothing were overly fancy, but they were still nicer than anything that Harry owned. Not that either had much of an interest in or an eye for clothing or fashion, but the feel of the clothing alone made him suspect that he would scoff at the value of them if he was to ask.

Draco was ignoring Harry for the moment, busying himself with looking through more clothes, laying out possibilities on the bed. “What are those for?” Harry asked, hoping that he wasn't going to be made to try on numerous outfits before Draco could settle on one.
“He's picking out my clothes now,” Blaise informed him, chuckling softly at the look on Harry's face when the green eyed boy turned to stare at him.

"Is this normal?" Harry finally asked, still looking at Blaise, who came to stand next to him. Though Blaise's attention was on Draco, who seemed happy to ignore the both of them and instead focus on the clothing choices in front of him.

"It's something that Draco loves to do," Blaise explained "He also has a great eye for fashion, so I just let him pick out stuff for me now and then. Though, in this case, Draco is the only one that knows where we are going for dinner, and if I were to pick out my own clothes, I would either be over or under dressed," Blaise pointed out.

"He hasn't even told you where we're going?" Harry asked, turning his attention to Draco again. He had assumed that it was only him who was being kept in the dark. "Any reason for that?" Harry queried, directing the question towards the blond.
Draco, however, was silent as he continued laying out a few more shirts and a couple pairs of pants. Standing back he looked at what he had laid out on the bed before discarding two of the shirts, and one of the pairs of pants.
“I don't think he even knows we're here,” Harry said to Blaise in disbelief, as Draco seemed to be content in ignoring the two of them.
“Probably not, but I know how to get his attention.” Blaise had an evil smirk, and Harry watched in amusement as the tan boy walked up behind Draco; Blaise didn't touch the blond boy right away and Harry wondered what Blaise had in mind to get Draco's attention. He didn't have to wonder long, as Blaise leaned down kissing the side of Draco's neck.
Draco jumped slightly in surprise before letting his eyes close, a seemingly involuntary soft moan escaping his lips as Blaise continued kissing the pale neck. “Blaise...” Draco said after a moment, but Blaise didn't seem to be finished with him yet.
Harry's mouth fell open as he watched the two of them, he had seen them together a few times, and had even seen them share a few kisses. But this was something different all together. Harry felt like he should probably leave the room and let the two boys have some time alone. He was about to start making his way towards the door when Blaise spoke.
“Harry asked you a question,” Blaise said, as he pulled his mouth away from Draco's neck smirking again when he saw that he had left a mark on the pale skin.
“What?” Draco asked, blinking and turning to look at Blaise. It took a moment for the words to sink in, but then he looked around the other boy to see Harry. Draco had to smirk at how red Harry's face was at the moment. “What was your question?” Draco asked, as if nothing had just happened.
“I...” Harry started but found his mouth had gone a bit dry, his eyes kept going to the mark on Draco's neck.
“He wanted to know where we were going for dinner.” Blaise chuckled as Harry's eyes snapped back up.
“It's a surprise,” Draco stated. He seemed highly amused by the fact that Harry couldn't keep from staring at his neck.
Blaise moved forward again and slid his arm around Draco's waist. “Do you have any other surprises in mind?” he asked and Draco smacked his arm, pulling away from the tan boy. “Nothing for you.” Draco smirked. “I picked out a few outfits for you to choose from,” Draco said, pointing to the clothes on the bed, then looked back at Harry. “Now that the clothes are taken care of, there is one more thing that needs to be addressed.”
Harry took half a step back from Draco as the blond started towards him. He didn't know what the other boy had in mind, but he didn't know if he liked the way that Draco was looking at his hair. “Sit down,” Draco instructed firmly, as he motioned towards a chair, and when Harry still hesitated the blond rolled his eyes, pulling Harry over to the chair and making him sit in it.
“What are you going to do?” Harry asked nervously.
“I'm going to see what I can do with this nest you call hair,” Draco said as he picked up a brush to start the impossible task of making Harry's hair presentable.
Blaise chuckled at the angry pout on Harry's face. The black haired boy turned his head to glare at Blaise, only to have his head turned back by Draco.
“Hold still,” Draco ordered and started pulling the brush through the tangles of Harry's short hair. “Do you ever brush your hair?”
“Of course I do!” Harry huffed indignantly. “My hair is impossible, and no one has ever been able to do anything with it.”
“Maybe if you got a proper haircut?” Blaise put in helpfully, but Harry shook his head.
“No, I mean nothing works on my hair, it never has. Brushing it makes it look worse, and cutting it doesn't help because it just grows back.” Harry leaned back in the chair and allowed Draco to continue brushing his hair. He was confident that the blond would give up soon enough and decide that Harry's hair wasn't worth the amount of frustration it would bring.
***B***

Sirius, once again in his animagus form, slowly made his way to Harry's rooms, Remus walking beside him. Dumbledore had called the werewolf to come and pick Sirius up and bring him home. Sirius was still reluctant to leave though. However, even with how mad he was at Dumbledore, the old man had made a very valid point; the students would be returning the day after tomorrow, so it was probably a good idea for him to say his goodbyes to Harry now and go home.
Though, Sirius wondered if Dumbledore was truly worried that Sirius would make good on this threat to take off with Harry. The idea was still highly tempting to Sirius, but he had to forcibly remind himself of the bond between Harry and the two Slytherins. If taking Harry away from them would cause any pain for his Godson, then Sirius would have to take them too, and that was something that he didn't think he could get away with.
Sirius looked up when they reached the entrance to Harry's rooms and, given that Sirius would struggle to do so without transforming, Remus knocked on the door. It was only a moment later that Harry swung the door open.
“Harry get back here! I'm not finished yet!” Draco yelled from behind the black haired boy, before he too appeared in the entrance. “Oh wonderful, company.” Draco looked from Remus to Sirius. “If you're here to upset Harry again, you can turn around and leave,” he said as he glared at the black dog. Sirius, however, just stared back at him for a moment before pushing past Harry and Draco into the rooms, where he transformed.
“I came to spend a little more time with Harry before I have to leave,” Sirius informed them.
“You're leaving already?” Harry asked, sounding upset as he turned to face his Godfather. “But vacation isn't over yet,” he protested.
“Cub, you're not going to be here tomorrow, and the day after that the students return,” Remus pointed out gently. Both grown men watched as Harry started chewing on his lower lip.
“If I had known you were leaving today, then I would have spent more time with you,” Harry insisted. He looked up at Sirius who sighed and moved forward to wrap his arms around the small boy.
Draco looked at Remus who was still standing in the entrance. “You may as well come in too,” he said, though he didn't sound at all pleased about this. He waited for Remus to enter the room before closing the door. “Harry, I'm going to put your outfit in your room for you,” Draco informed the boy still wrapped in Sirius' arms, then left the room giving them some time alone.
“Harry, we got to spend the whole week together. It's probably the best Christmas I've had in a very long time,” Sirius said. He looked down at Harry, hugging the boy tighter when Harry hugged him back.
“It still feels like I didn't get to spend enough time with you,” Harry admitted softly.
“I know, but hey, we have the Easter holiday coming up next. Then we will have the whole summer to spend with each other,” Sirius pointed out.
“Sirius.” Remus interrupted, but Harry was now staring up at his Godfather with wide eyes, then back at Remus.
“What do you mean? The whole summer?” Harry questioned, not daring to let that little bubble of hope inside him grow. “I have to go back to the Dursley's.”
Sirius growled at the name of the people Harry was forced to stay with. “Not of I can help it,” Sirius said firmly, ignoring the warning look from Remus.
“But what about Voldemort?” Harry asked with a frown. “Won't he be able to find me easier if I don't go back there?”
“Harry, I think it might be best if we talk about this another time,” Remus said, sighing. “Nothing has been settled yet but we are working on it, and I for one don't want to get your hopes up if it turns out you do have to return to your relatives house.”
Harry sighed and nodded his understanding; he had known it was too good to be true. He wanted to believe that Sirius really would come through this time but he was used to disappointments when it came to leaving the Dursley's. He had come so close a few times, but he always found himself back at that house. Though thankfully he was never locked in the cupboard again. Just in his room.
“I think we should get going now,” Remus said, gently pulling Harry from Sirius' arms, hugging him as well.
“You're leaving already?” Harry sounded surprised.
“We just stopped by to say goodbye," Remus explained. "Dumbledore thinks it would be best if we left right away.” Remus ran his hand through Harry's hair, ruining any work that Draco had already put into it. “Please write to us, cub, keep us updated?” Remus requested and Harry nodded, he still felt a little guilty for not writing to them before.
“I promise I'll try to write more often,” Harry said hugging Remus back, then looked back at Sirius once more.
“Harry, I will do anything I can to make sure you don't have to go back to those people again,” Sirius said, and Harry wondered if Sirius had told anyone about the scars on Harry's back. Not that Sirius had seen them, but he knew about them now thanks to Blaise and Draco.
Harry smiled at his Godfather. “Just, don't get into any trouble? I really don't mind going back there, if it means you don't get caught,” Harry said, as he hugged his Godfather again tightly.
After both men had left, Harry made his way to his own room stopping when he saw both Blaise and Draco in their room, they were sitting on one of the beds, Blaise sitting behind Draco, with his arms wrapped around Draco. They looked so comfortable together. Letting out a small sigh, Harry turned and went into his own room; he saw the outfit that Draco had draped over the chair by his desk.
Harry sat on his bed letting out a loud sigh before falling back onto it, he stared up at the ceiling. It was only early afternoon, but Harry felt so tired and drained. He blamed it on the fact that he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.

“Everything okay Harry?” Draco's voice came from the doorway, but Harry didn't have the energy to even look at the blond.
“Yeah, I'm just really tired. I think I'm going to get some sleep.” Harry said shifting around on the bed until his head was actually laying on the pillow. Draco continued to watch him, until the smaller boy was settled. It looked as if Harry was already falling asleep, so Draco backed out of the room closing the door behind him.
**B**
The following day was busier then Harry thought it should be. He felt as if he didn't even have time to stop and think really. Though Harry wondered if he felt so rushed because Blaise and Draco had let him sleep in that morning, even though the black haired boy had fallen asleep in the late afternoon of the previous day. Harry wasn't used to sleeping so much, and he probably would have continued sleeping if Draco hadn't woken him up when it was nearing eleven in the morning.
It was now almost four in the afternoon and Draco had spent an extraordinary amount of time getting Harry ready, and actually managed to get Harry's hair to more or less behave with the help of a potion or two. It was time for them to leave and Draco held out the portkey for Blaise and Harry to grab. A moment later Harry felt the familiar unpleasant feeling of being pulled away by the portkey.

The three boys landed in an ally not to from the restaurant where they would be meeting Draco's mother; Harry stumbled, nearly falling over, but Draco moved quickly and grabbed hold of his arm, managing to keep the smaller boy on his feet.

"Not all that good with magical travel, are you?" Blaise said, chuckling at the light blush that coloured Harry's cheeks.

"I swear there is some trick to staying on your feet that people just won't tell me about," Harry huffed, as he made sure he still had his invisibility cloak. Draco had convinced him not to use it right away and to give his mother a chance. Though Harry was reluctant, he did at least know that with his cloak he would be able to get away should anything happen.

"No, there's no secret to it. And if there was, why would we keep it from you?" Draco asked raising a blond eyebrow at Harry.

"Because people find it amusing when I fall on my face," Harry pointed out in all seriousness. Draco chuckled shaking his head.

"If that were true, then why did I just stop you from falling over?" Draco smirked at Harry, who seemed to just realise that Draco still had hold of his arm. Blushing Harry pulled his arm away, but Draco seemed to find that even more amusing,

"Because you spent an hour helping me get ready for dinner tonight, and if I fell in the mud all your hard work making my hair behave would have been for nothing," Harry said, looking pleased with himself for having thought of a good argument. He grinned at the look of shocked disbelief that Draco was now giving him, but Blaise laughed.
“He has a point there," Blaise told him. "He is also wearing your clothes; even if you got them cleaned, just the thought that they had been in the mud would be enough to ensure you would never wear them again,” he teased Draco, who glared at him.
“I'm not that bad. And I didn't just hold him up because he's wearing my clothes,” Draco defended and Blaise leaned in giving him a quick kiss.
“I'm sorry, love, but you are,” Blaise whispered, but Harry heard it, since he was still standing close to Draco, even after having pulled his arm away from the blond. He was more than a little jealous at the relationship between Blaise and Draco, and wished he could have something like that. But like he had been doing all day, Harry shoved those thoughts aside. Things were better between the three of them, and Harry was going to try really hard to keep it that way.
Harry cleared his throat looking at the two in front of him, who were totally fixated on each other. “Since you are still the only one who knows where we are going, lead the way,” Harry said, looking at Draco. The blond nodded, smiling as he lead them out onto the main street his fingers lacing with Blaise's briefly as they walked.
“Where are we exactly?” Harry asked frowning when he realised that the people walking past them were speaking a language that he couldn't understand.
“Florence, Italy,” Blaise answered before Draco had a chance to. “And if we're in Florence, then there is only one place that Draco's mother would be taking us to dinner.” Blaise now looked rather excited about this. Harry frowned more and Blaise chuckled, letting go of Draco's hand to put an arm around Harry's shoulders. “Don't worry, you'll like the place we're going to,” he promised.
Harry sighed; it was too late to turn back now, so he contented himself with looking at his surroundings until they reached the restaurant. Even if he hadn't been told he was in Italy, and without the foreign language being spoken around him, Harry thought he would have been able to tell that they weren't in Britain anymore. The whole city looked remarkably different from anywhere he had been before, with its cobbled and paved streets, and pale buildings; they seemed to primarily be built from light coloured stone, and many had been painted, using tones from off-white to beige, a few even yellow in colour, and the roofs he could see were a distinctive rusty orange.
They hadn't been walking long before Harry was lead into a building; he only got a brief look at the outside, before Blaise pulled him through the front doors. Draco was already talking to the hostess. Harry fidgeted nervously as he looked around the inside. Above his head there was what looked like a floating chandelier, which looked as if it were lit with tiny balls of light that flickered and moved about. He only realised he was staring when he felt his arm gently being pulled by Blaise, and he turned his attention back to the two Slytherins and the rest of the restaurant.
“They're taking us to our table; Draco's mother got us a table upstairs, fewer people around,” Blaise explained. Harry subconsciously reached into his pocket, making sure his invisibility cloak was still there, before following Draco up the stairs. Blaise followed Harry, have noticed the movement to check his cloak. “You're not going to need that, Harry, I promise,” Blaise reassured, as he and Draco had been all morning.
“I still don't know how you two talked me into not wearing it,” Harry huffed.
Draco waited for the two of them at the top of the stairs. “Because you know that you're only being paranoid. And you also know that we wouldn't have brought you here if there was any danger,” Draco said when Harry was standing next to him, Blaise coming to stand on the other side of Harry. “Please, just trust us...trust me on this.”
“I am trusting you, that's why I'm here,” Harry said softly. “I still wonder if it's a good idea to just surprise your mother with me being here though. Maybe we should have told her I was the extra person you were bringing with you?”
“The chance of my father finding a letter like that was too great. My mother will be shocked, but she won't cause a scene,” Draco promised. Harry took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves down but he still couldn't help but be worried about meeting Narcissa.
The three boys were lead over to the table, where the tall blonde woman sat. Seeing them approaching her table, she stood up to greet her son and Blaise, but stopped when she caught sight of Harry. The only outward sign she showed of being surprised, was her eyes widening slightly before she continued with greeting her son, pulling him into a gentle hug.
“Draco, I am pleased that you were able to make it,” she said, then looked at Blaise greeting him politely, before her attention was once again on Harry. “And Mr. Potter, I must say that when my son told me he was bringing someone else along for our New Year's dinner, I was not expecting you.” The way that Narcissa spoke gave nothing away; she didn't seem upset that Harry was there, but she didn't seem overly happy about it either.
“Mother, I know you two haven't been formally introduced,” Draco said stepping between Narcissa and Harry, bringing the attention back to himself. “Mother, this is Harry. And Harry, this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy.” Draco looked between the two, and Harry swallowed, his hand twitching wanting to grab either his wand, or his invisibility cloak. Instead he summoned his Gryffindor courage and held out his hand to Narcissa.
“It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy,” Harry said politely, hoping that his nervousness wasn't all that obvious. Draco smiled at Harry before looking towards his mother expectantly.
Narcissa took Harry's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. “Why don't we sit; we can order dinner and discuss why you are here,” she suggested. Draco moved behind his mother's chair and pulled it out for her, waiting until she took her seat before sitting down in the chair between his mother and Blaise, leaving Harry to sit directly across from him between Blaise and Narcissa.
No one spoke as the waiter brought the menu's over, and then Harry waited until everyone else had picked up their own, before opening his. He felt more nervous now then he had before, and he was starting to regret coming to dinner. He wondered if it would be this awkward if Narcissa wasn't there. Reminding himself that he could easily slip away at any time, Harry looked down at his menu. His eyes widened as he scanned over the items listed there in a language that he didn't even know.
Biting his lower lip Harry frowned at the menu, wondering if there was something on there that he might recognise. He glanced up at Blaise and Draco, who were both looking at their own menus. Neither of them seemed to be having any trouble reading what was written there. Letting out a small huff Harry looked at his menu again feeling frustrated, and more than a little silly sitting here staring at the words before him, wishing they would make sense to him.
“Harry?” Blaise asked, and Harry looked up frowning more when he noticed that he was the only one still looking at his menu. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Harry admitted softly. “I think, maybe it was a bad idea for me to come with you tonight.” Harry lowered his head, he was unable to put into words how he felt, sitting at the table in a fancy restaurant wearing clothes he had had to borrow from someone else just to look like he belonged in a place like this.
“Why do you think it was a bad idea?” The calm voice broke the silence and Harry blinked looking up at Narcissa, a little surprised to find her addressing a question to him so directly. “I admit that I was shocked to see whom it was my son brought with him tonight. However, you are obviously a dear friend to my Draco, otherwise he would not have extended the invitation to you to begin with.” Narcissa gave Harry a small smile; it was the first one he had seen from her so far.
“It's just...” Harry bit his lower lip again lowering his head to look at his hands that were fidgeting with the hem of the robes Draco lent him. “I don't think I should have come,” Harry said and Narcissa nodded patiently.
“Yes, and I am asking why,” she said and Harry seemed to lower in his seat slightly.
He remained silent for a long while before he finally answered. “Because I don't belong here.”
“I see,” Narcissa answered and studied Harry. “I am curious how you came to this conclusion.” Harry shrugged in reply. “A verbal response if you please.” Narcissa said, though she didn't sound annoyed at him when she spoke.
“I don't know, it's just how I feel.” Harry sighed after another long pause. “I had to borrow clothes from Draco just to be let into this place, I can't understand what the people around me are saying, and I can't even read the menu,” Harry explained, hoping that would be enough of an answer for Narcissa.
“Well, one of those problems is easily fixed,” Narcissa said, opening up her own menu again. “What is your favourite food? From there we can find something on the menu you will like,” she said easily and Harry stared at her.
“I um....well, I like treacle tart.” Harry admitted and Narcissa smiled at him again.
“That is a desert,” she said and looked at her menu.
“I like trying new kinds of foods," Harry said, feeling quite out of his depth. "I don't really know what I like,” he added apologetically, watching as Narcissa nodded.
“Then why not try the duck,” Narcissa suggested closing her menu once again laying down in front of her.
Draco smiled noticing as Harry had stopped fidgeting and seemed slightly more relaxed then he had since they arrived here. “I like the duck here,” Draco said catching Harry's attention.
“I think it tastes like chicken. Why is it that all birds taste like chicken?” Blaise asked in all seriousness, Draco stared at Blaise as if he had just said the most ridiculous thing and Harry couldn't stop himself from laughing. “Well it's true!” Blaise grinned as Harry laughed and seemed to relax a bit more.
"That's preposterous; Duck is a far richer and darker meat than chicken," Draco said in a tone which Harry thought was rather amusingly pompous. "And if you truly don't like it then we will order you something else, Harry," he added, giving Harry a warm smile, ignoring the way Blaise was chuckling quietly into his water glass.
Harry looked a bit baffled by the idea of ordering something else as well later, thinking it rather wasteful, but he was sure the duck would be fine anyway. “I think I'll try that then,” he said, smiling at Draco and then Narcissa, who smiled back at him with a small nod before signalling the waiter that they were ready to order. Harry watched as Blaise and Draco placed their own order, and then Narcissa ordered food for herself and Harry. This was something which Harry was very grateful for, as he felt he had already embarrassed himself enough tonight.
When the waiter left to give the order to the kitchen, Narcissa turned her attention to Harry once again. “Now then, Mr. Potter," Narcissa said firmly. "I am quite curious about how you and my son have become friends.” Harry blinked at her, surprised that the implied request for an explanation was directed at him, rather than Draco himself. Not quite sure where to start, he turned, looking to Draco.
Draco frowned slightly; he had hoped to put off this topic of conversation for a little while longer. “Mother, it is kind of a long story.”
“All the more reason to begin telling it now,” Narcissa insisted; she hadn't missed any of the glances that Harry and Draco had been shooting each other, or the fact that Blaise had his hand under the table most likely resting on Draco's knee giving the blond boy silent support.
“I think it might be best if I first tell you that I will not be returning home for the summer.” Draco looked at his mother, watching as she let the full weight of those words sink in.
“You're sure about this Draco?” Narcissa asked, though she already knew that Draco would have thought about something like this long and hard before coming to his decision.
“I am sure. I have been thinking about it since last summer but something happened recently that forced me to make up my mind.” Draco looked at Harry when he said this, Narcissa also looked at the small fidgeting boy.
“I see, and what does Mr. Potter have to do with your decision?” Narcissa asked. None of the three boys seemed to eager to answer that question, but finally it was Blaise who sighed.
“It's because Draco and I are now bonded to Harry.” The Italian boy now had Narcissa's full attention. “We're not quite sure how it happened, but Harry's magic was out of control and needed an anchor, so it forced a signature bond between the two of us, while also creating one between him and Draco,” Blaise explained.
“Two signature bonds?” Narcissa's eyes went wide and she looked at Harry who shrank down in his seat a little further.
“I didn't mean to do it, I didn't even know it was happening," Harry defended, feeling the weight of his guilt bearing down upon him for how irrevocably he had changed both of the Slytherins' lives. "I passed out after that, and woke up in the hospital wing a week later...we tried to see if we could break the bond, but then we found out what the bonds actually were and there's no way to break it and-” Harry was cut off when Blaise reached over and put a hand over his mouth.
“Harry, calm down. She's not angry, you don't have to get worked up over this, and you don't have to apologise either,” Blaise told him firmly. Harry blinked looking up at Blaise. Slowly removing his hand from Harry's mouth, Blaise smiled at him and then looked at Narcissa. “That is a good example of why Harry needs us; if he gets too worked up his magic will start acting up as well, it's kind of frightening to watch.”
“Mother, I was thinking about not returning home before all of this happened. This just gave me the push I needed.” Draco reached over and took his mother's hand. It was going to be difficult for both of them, but there really was no longer an alternative.
Narcissa nodded giving Draco's hand a light squeeze. “I know, Draco, it is just that if I had known sooner, then I would have insisted you remain at school for Christmas.” Narcissa looked at her son.
“That's something that couldn't have been helped...Father would have insisted I return home," Draco pointed out. "And if I hadn't then he would have known my thoughts before summer. This way it gives us more time to plan.” Draco gave his mother's hand another squeeze before letting it go when their food arrived.
They dropped the topic of what was going to happen in the summer, because it was best if Narcissa didn't know too much, seeing as how she had to return home to her husband and the unwanted house guests.
As the others ate their dinner, Harry mostly just pushed his food around on his plate while Narcissa, Blaise and Draco ate their dinner. He had taken a few bites, and could easily admit that the duck was excellent but he just didn't feel quite so hungry any more. His mind was a racing whirlwind of thoughts that he couldn't stop.
“Is it not to your liking?” Narcissa asked, concerned that her recommendation had been not suitable.
“Harry does this sometimes,” Blaise said sounding part exasperated, part understanding. “He thinks too hard, and the result of that usually seems to be him not eating.”
“I'm sorry,” Harry sighed, not wanting to have worried or upset either his bondmates or Narcissa, who had actually been nothing but polite and considerate all evening. “It does taste really good, I'm just not as hungry as I thought I was,” he explained.
“If there is something on your mind that is troubling you, it is usually a good thing to discuss it,” Narcissa said watching Harry closely; it was almost painful for her to look at him, to know that this boy, this child was the same age as her own son. And for some reason only truly known to the Dark Lord, this boy had to die.
Harry sighed, and put his fork down on the side of his plate. Here, again, was someone telling him that it would be best if he could just talk about things that were bothering him. “It's just... I don't get it,” Harry said as he looked up at her with his bright green eyes. “I thought you would be mad, or try to hex me or something for forcing Draco into a bond with me.”
Narcissa blinked in surprise at him; out of all the things for this boy to be worried about, that was what was on his mind at the moment. “I don't think there is any reason to be angry about this situation,” Narcissa told him truthfully. “By being bound to you, you are saving my son from the one thing that I never could protect him from.”
Harry frowned, still looking at Narcissa. This woman was nothing like he had expected her to be, then again, he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting. Besides, it wasn't' as though Blaise or Draco had been what he expected either.
“Now then, why don't you try and eat a little," Narcissa suggested. "And tell me about what subjects you are taking in school; I know all about how Blaise and Draco are doing, and as you are now a part of my son's life, I would like to know more about you.” Narcissa smiled at Harry, who smiled back, pushing his worry to the back of his mind for now as he allowed the topic to be changed.

TBC
YAY! Finally FINALLY finished with that! I hope I had a good balance in this chapter, and I think it definitely moved things along in the right direction! This can be considered 3 chapters in one! Since this chapter is 15,900 words! I really hope the wait was worth it.
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