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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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With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

Chapter 15

Attention K! I don't often do this, but in this case I will. I gave you clear and fair warning what was coming in an A.N. at the top of chapter 6. If you didn't read it, skipped it or couldn't comprehend what was said there, that's not my issue. Continued whinging about something I clearly gave warning about just gets your reviews deleted. And, for the record, making Draco do something you don't like or approve of is not bashing.

Looking around at those gathered in his office, Albus asked, “Do any of you have any idea where we can look to get information about what Narcissa may be concerned about? We assume it has something to do with the House of Black and something about behavior. I do believe Sirius is out as a source. Arthur said that Remus made it clear that even he can't come over at the moment because of issues happening. It's best they're left to themselves to deal with what they are trying to accomplish until they say otherwise.” He had just laid out what he could to those he thought could help. There weren't many here, just three of them, but they all at least descended from the old Pureblood lines.

“Let me get with Aunt Muriel. She might know something,” Molly told him firmly.

“With as much as she likes to gossip, she may know about such matters in another way as well,” Arthur added. “I'll also look through what we have at home to see if there's anything that can help. If there is, I'll pass it along to you.”

“I'm not sure what I have left from my mother or the estate, but I'll try to come across something,” Severus told him, pleased that they may have at least a lead on something that could help them with this nightmare. “Keep in mind that each of the big houses when it comes to the Pureblood lines has its own rules to follow. What we may find for one might not translate to another. If you could get your hands on marriage contracts, you're going to find out more. How you'll manage that is beyond me.”

“I would think it's specific to the House of Black,” Molly added, looking around. “If it's Sirius she's worried about, not from Lucius' end, it has to come from there. And where to get that information isn't something I know, unless you can get with Sirius himself. Andromeda may have some, but I'm sure she doesn't have it all as that mess was passed through the male side of the line, not the female.”

“Kreacher might know,” Arthur said quietly, brow furrowed as he thought about it. “How much—that I'm not sure about. As he is obeying and behaving like he should because of the threat by Sirius, you may manage to get it out of him. Either that or we can order him to tell you. One of the two.”

“I don't know,” Severus sighed. “As almost rabid as he is about protecting some secrets, he might not give it up easily.”

“We can try,” Albus said firmly. “At least as a last resort. Let's see what else we can find, though.”

“Try getting with Augusta. She may be able to point you in the right direction,” Molly suggested. “Either that or have plenty herself. I know those houses intermarried at several points. Even an old marriage contract might have clues we can use.”

“Another good suggestion that I'll take,” Albus said, pleased. “I'll try to get with her this week to see what she can give me.”

“I don't have access to many of the Prince records and am loath to start digging because it would end up noticed,” Severus sighed. “If you can manage, you might find clues. I don't know, though.”

“Let me see what I can accomplish. Between all of us, we should be able to come up with at least hints about what the issue is and if we can use it.” Albus said, pleased with how this was going. “As soon as Sirius feels he can interact better, I'll get with him as well to see what he can tell me. If he has Narcissa concerned and wary, I'm sure this is something we can use.”

“And we need everything we can get on that front,” Severus admitted dourly. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he added, “Let me see what I can wiggle to get out of Narcissa. She wants to talk to me in a couple days. I assume it's about the situation with Draco. While I'm not sure what I can achieve, I'll see what comes of it and hints I can get.”

“See what you can finagle while we dig, Severus,” Albus told him firmly. “Andromeda is going to help all she can and is trying to get the books that may have the information for us. She's wary, understandably, so she's being cautious.” Looking sad, he shook his head then added, “I went to see Bathilda. What she may have known is, well—it's lost. While she can care for herself, her mind when it comes to some of this is gone. Other parts—I'm sure they are so intermingled with reality and fantasy that I'm not sure they'll be any use. I've taken it upon myself to report her condition to the Ministry. It's my hope they'll step in and help her in her final days.” Lowering his voice, he added, “I also made it clear that what she knows about so much could only aid the other side of this mess. That may motivate them to step in and do something to assist her.”

“I'll send Muriel over there to see what she can do,” Molly told him, looking determined. “They are old friends and I doubt she knows she's failing.”

“That may be for the best,” Albus admitted with a pleased nod. Hoping that he had more sources for information than he did before or, at the very least, a place to look to find something, he began asking the three about what they knew was present in the old Pureblood lines when it came to marriage contracts. It was his thought that some bits were present in most. That might give them some kind of inkling as to what might be there. At the very least, it may give them places to look where they could find some parts. After all, as bad as this mess was, any little bit that could help would. He was sure that he could go to the Ministry and get their help, as they would have plenty on file, he just didn't want to tip this hand if it was something that could truly assist them in taking a large piece of the monetary backing away from Tom. If it was something they could use, the Ministry would know soon enough. Besides, Tom had as many contacts in the Ministry as he did. Any poking at this might alert them and send them running in his direction. That he didn't want. No, he would be as covert as he could while looking.

Watching Padfoot and Little Paws romp around the backyard, Remus sat on one of the comfortable chairs out there, smiling a little. It was fun to watch, after all. Padfoot might be able to get what he wanted by pure strength, but Little Paws, as he had shown repeatedly, was sneaky and had no problems sliding through or under something Padfoot couldn't get into to get the better of the bigger dog. It was times like this that he regretted never trying to manifest his Animagus form. In the past, that had been because he knew it would be a wolf, something he feared and was loath to deal with. To his friends, that wouldn't have mattered, but it did to him. Now, well, he thought that he might want to try. If for no other reason than to join the two as they played around. After all, a wolf wouldn't be out of place with the two and they could have plenty of fun.

Watching as Little Paws trotted over to get a drink of water then come in his direction, he reached down and picked the dog up, petting him softly as he held him close. Unlike Padfoot, Little Paws wore out quickly because of his size and the energy it took to keep up with the bigger dog. That was fine as he didn't mind holding Harry this way. Petting Padfoot on the head as the massive dog sat down by him, huge head resting on his knee, he smiled. “Well, at least you two had fun,” he chuckled. Seeing both their tail's wag, he expanded the chair he was in so Padfoot could hop up here with them. After all, that would help with what they were dealing with, especially Harry.

As expected, Padfoot hopped up here with the two of them, settling down to get comfortable, head resting on his leg. Petting both dogs, he smiled as Padfoot licked Little Paws' ears. This was good. Harry—he was doing a bit better, though not much. Most of that was showing in that he would talk a little more, though not close to what it had been before. Which told them the spell was working, to a certain extent. As was using Little Paws when he was overly stressed. The potions probably factored in as well. Which meant that they had to find the right kind of behavior for Sirius to use to work with all that was there. That was something they hadn't found yet. Honestly? Sirius hadn't tried much as the mere thought that it leaned towards something sexual bothered him to no end because Harry had no free will at the moment to consent to anything. He could completely appreciate that as he felt the same way. However, as he told Sirius earlier, he had to do something and come up with a way. While there was slow progress, it was far too slow and it would take months to pull Harry out of this state if it continued on. That they couldn't afford for a multitude of reasons. One of the ones on the top of the list was if it continued on, chances are the bond and spells, both, would deem it normal, thus them not being able to do anything to bring Harry back. That they couldn't allow to happen.

Continuing to pet Little Paws as the dog shut his eyes, letting out a deep sigh and appeared to start dozing off, Remus looked at Padfoot, who wouldn't move his head, continuing to lay there touching Little Paws. Sighing softly, he told Sirius, “You have to spend time working with him today. This can't be allowed to continue. And you know why.” Hearing a soft canine whine from Sirius, he shook his head then said, “I know, trust me I do, but you can't put it off.” Lowering his voice, continuing to pet the now dozing Little Paws, he said, “Harry will thank you for it. You know what it's like to force yourself to stay as your Animagus form to deal with what's going on, Sirius. Is that really what you want to force Harry to do? That's what it's coming down to. We both know why he's staying like this. I think we both will admit that we want Harry back just the way he was. Little Paws is great, but we want Harry. And we can't get that if you don't do something.” Gently, he added, “I can't do this one. It has to be you, Sirius. Only you can manage it because of your role. I'll help all I can, but this one is all on you. And you need to start. I get it's unsavory. In fact, it's enough to make you ill, but you have to find something. No one said have sex with him, just something with heavy undertones that plays to the bond. You can come up with something. After all, it's far easier than what happened when we began scrambling to deal with what James did.”

Letting out a blurry sigh, Padfoot looked at Remus and whined slightly. He hated the mere idea, honestly, and it made his gut clench to think about it, but he was right. Looking at the sleeping Little Paws, he lifted his head and licked the little dog between the ears. Yeah, Remus was right; he had to come up with something. The longer he put this off, the harder would be. That he couldn't let happen. Not to mention, the longer this went on, the more Harry suffered. No, he couldn't let that go on. The whole point in doing the spells on the collar was to stop Harry's suffering. He couldn't let him continue to feel that if he could do something about it. That's all there was to it. Which meant, despite not liking it, he would start working with Harry that afternoon. And hope like hell he found something that would not only work, but do it quickly. At the very least, could get him moving in the direction he wanted him. Just figuring out what in Merlin's name that was, though, was the question.

Perched in their usual chair in the bedroom, Sirius had Harry straddling his lap, holding onto him, head resting on his shoulder. Stroking Harry's back, occasionally giving him a kiss on the head, Sirius was trying to think of what to do. The most obvious choices were out because, quite frankly, he couldn't handle trying that. Which meant he had to come up with something that had sexual overtones. Remus, honestly, hadn't been much help either. He had made a few suggestions, such as ordering Harry to do something like kiss his neck or something similar, but they hadn't worked or showed any sign they helped. Oh, sure, it wasn't going to end up with a huge change the first time, but there should be some sign and there wasn't. It was his thought that those didn't have enough undertones to them to work. Which had him baffled as to what to attempt.

Shutting his eyes, leaning his head against Harry's, he tried to think. This wasn't easy. Though Remus could get into some seriously strange shite, they didn't go into the whole dominance and submissive bit. That wasn't their thing, honestly, at least with each other. Remus might read about it or like bondage magazines, but this wasn't an area they explored as they liked the relationship just the way it was without setting rigid rules for such shite. That way they could go with the flow. So, he was rather at a loss as to what was deemed appropriate submissive behavior. Oh, yeah, he knew some of it, or what some proclaimed as such, but hadn't done much beyond that. After all, they hadn't had much time together over the years to explore some of the odder areas.

Holding Harry tightly, he tried to think of what he did know about. That wasn't much. As he thought, it was his idea that he might want to call Remus to see what he could come up with in that area. After all, he had read plenty of stories and might know better. Giving Harry another kiss on top of the head, he muttered, “I'll come up with something, I swear, Harry. Just give me time. And it'll be something both of us can handle. I just don't know what.” He would, too, if it was the last thing he ever did. Because he was going to have to have this to not only bring Harry out of this bit, but to use later on to reinforce what was going on when they had to deal with people again. Yeah, that was going to end up a mess at first, which meant he needed something now that he knew worked to handle it then so they weren't scrambling.

Giving Sirius a squeeze to let him know he heard, Harry gave an internal sigh. The longer this went on, the worse problems he was having with it. Sure, it was easing slightly, but not enough to take on the mental torment he was dealing with over it. Most times he just wanted to stay as Little Paws because it was less painful. He couldn't though, and knew it. All he hoped was that Sirius would come up with something soon before he thought he would go completely mad from this.

Feeling the squeeze, knowing that meant Harry heard him and understood, Sirius let out a ragged sigh. This whole nightmare wasn't helping with what he was dealing with in the least. In fact, it was making it worse in some ways because it had changed Harry completely, not something he wanted. Head dropping back, he groaned, trying to think. He supposed that he might come up with something more easily if he could actually think straight. That wasn't straightforward at this point as there was not only what he was dealing with over his end of the bond, but the almost panic dealing with Harry this way. Yeah, that sure as fuck didn't help anything!

Trying to focus, he ran through every bit he knew about submissive behavior that he knew was sexual. Most of them—no fucking chance in hell. All there was to it as he just couldn't. Even if he didn't go into the full act, he couldn't, sure he would puke if he even tried it. However, as he tried to think, one thing came to mind that he had always heard was the ultimate in submission. He didn't agree with that, of course, but he had heard of it. Lifting his head, eyes widening, he thought it over. It was something he thought he could do and work with. No, it wouldn't be the most comfortable thing in the whole world and would leave him cringing to do it, but he thought he could manage. Especially since he could do some bits to alleviate part of it and give other bits of reinforcement to negate the act itself, showing Harry that he didn't see him that way in a non-verbal manner.

Tossing it back and forth, he decided to give it a shot. It couldn't hurt, that's for damned sure. And it was the only thing coming to mind that he thought he could manage. Well, he might as well try it because he didn't have anything else. If this didn't work, Remus was going to have to come up with something because he just didn't have any ideas what else to do, all there was to it.

Kissing Harry on the head, he muttered, “I think I have something. Let's give it a shot and see how it works. If it doesn't, we'll try something else. I don't like it, I'm telling you that now, but if it works, we'll go with it.” Feeling Harry give him another squeeze, hoping like hell that was his way of telling him to go ahead, Sirius let out a shuddering breath the steeled his backbone and said, tone wavering slightly as he did, “Harry, kneel down between my legs.” Oh, he hoped like fucking hell this worked because even saying that with the shape Harry was in was already making his gut clench. He was going to try, though, because there just wasn't much there he could think of.

Harry didn't have a chance to think about what Sirius said or what might be coming because the bond immediately pulled at him to comply. Sliding out of Sirius' lap, he knelt between his legs on the floor, eyes lowered, waiting and wondering what Sirius had in mind. He hoped it was something that would work and figured he could take about anything to stop what was going on.

Putting a shaking hand on Harry's head, feeling his stomach churn harder at what he was about to have Harry do, Sirius rubbed it, hoping to convey the affection he felt for him then said, voice still shaking slightly, “Lick me through my pants.” He couldn't phrase it the way he normally did as he was damned sure he couldn't get it out without having a physical reaction that he was certain would affect Harry. This, though, he thought he could handle. He hoped he could anyway. If it worked or showed some kind of reaction, well, more than they had seen, he could deal with it. There was just no chance in hell he could get it up from doing this. Hell no! Looking down at Harry, he waited, hoping.

Again, the bond pulled Harry to do what he was told. He was curious about this, wondering what Sirius planned, but went with it, licking Sirius' obviously flaccid cock through his pants, hands braced on Sirius' legs as he did.

Hand on Harry's head, Sirius stroked it gently, running his fingers through the soft hair on it. Quietly, he said, “We want our Harry back. This isn't what we want from you, Harry.” Gently, he told his godson, “Look up at me.” Seeing Harry immediately comply, rolling his eyes up to look at him, he smiled, continuing to stroke his head, “We want you to go back to the way you were before this mess. You might be designated the submissive, but we don't want you acting that way. You always have a choice and free will, something we made sure to set up for you. That's what we want. This—it's not our Harry.” Seeing those big green eyes looking at him, he asked, “Can you say anything? Or tell me what you're really thinking?” He hoped to gauge whether this was having a real effect by what Harry could do. He wasn't expecting instant results and Harry to go back to the way he was, but he hoped it was something. “Just your real opinion on it or what you're thinking,” Sirius nudged gently, stroking Harry's head.

Lifting his head, Harry said, tone uneven, voice almost strangled, “I'm trying.” That was all he could get out, though. The bond wouldn't let him do more. However, he felt instant relief as that was more than he had been able to do since the mess began after Dumbledore was around. Looking at Sirius, shivering slightly as the spell and bond warred slightly, he waited.

That was sure as hell a step in the right direction because it not only sounded like the Harry of old, though the voice was strangled, but was a real opinion. Which meant, he finally hit the right way to go about this, at least partially. Good! “That's our Harry,” he said with a real grin. “We want that back as fast as you can manage!” Figuring that was all either of them could take of that bit for now, he said, “Come back up here and sit with me so I can hold you.”

Instantly, Harry was up and sliding back into Sirius' lap, straddling him, curling up and wrapping his arms around him like he had been before.

Holding Harry tightly, rubbing his back, Sirius kissed him on the shoulder. “We'll manage, Harry. And I swear to Merlin that when this latest mess straightens out, Remus and I are making this up to you.” Kissing him on the side of the head, he said, “We want you back just how you were and want you to do what you want, just like it used to be. Nothing more. You have free will and we want you to exercise that.” That was enough for now, for both of them, so he just held Harry close, pleased with this. With that, he was going to have to tell Remus he thought he had found something that could serve their purpose. If it was working for him, it would, to a certain extent, for Remus as well. Which meant that if the two of them concentrated on the same area, they may be able to push this faster. Good! That's what they needed.

Snuggling on Harry, Sirius felt relieved. While it wasn't all they needed, it was a step there, something that made him happy. Yeah, this was good.
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