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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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A/N:This was part of Chapter 15, but I didn't like how it was or how it fit. So I took it out and edited it. AND I added some details that I think people will enjoy reading more.

A/N May 25, 2013: I just wanted to let everyone know that I haven't abandoned this story. I promise. I know excuses don't really help, but there have been some life problems lately that I have been having trouble dealing with. School is finally out for the summer, so I will have some time to write more. This semester was insane. Also, as many of you might have heard, my eyes are starting to bother me badly again. For those of you that haven't heard about this. I have an eye condition that causes headaches, eye tiredness, fatigue in general, most likely blindness (eventually, though its preventable sort of). I work full time at a college library, so I am constantly looking at things that make my eyes work hard. I also have to be outside when the sun is out a lot now (before that really didn't happen) and my eyes are extremely sensitive to light. I can't really see when the sun is out whether I squint or not. I need prescription sunglasses, but those cost more than my car did. So, if you haven't already guessed, my migraine level headaches have been getting more frequent. Also with my actual migraines. Ice pick migraines = The Devil at work.

I know, I know. Excuses, excuses. I just wanted to let you know since some people have been asking me if I'm still writing...nicely and not so nicely. As always, I love getting feedback from you all. I love reading ideas and theories, thoughts and dreams. :)

Viktor winced as he listened to his little sister screaming from outside of the room she was giving birth in. Nora had gone into labor unexpectedly in the middle of the night and now he was waiting in the hallway. He had wanted to stay with her, but the moment he had stepped into the room her animalistic side deemed him a threat and she had tried to attack him. It had taken Marcus and their mother pinning her down and Arthur whispering in her ear to distract her long enough for him leave without her noticing.

Once outside of the room he had noticed his father Claudius standing to the side of the door. He had been in such a hurry to get to his little sister before, that he hadn’t even seen him standing there when he ran into the room. Claudius smiled sadly at him, his eyes betraying his pain.

“I supposed it is only natural,” Claudius said quietly, his old Latin accent coming forth with his heightened emotions, “We feed off of life and she is bringing a new one into this world.”

“Father,” Viktor stopped himself, not sure what to say. It hurt to have his sister not want him near her while she gave birth, but he couldn’t imagine what his father was feeling; not being able to see his child in one of the most terrifying yet beautiful moments of her life.

Claudius pushed himself off of where he had been leaning against the wall, “I’m going for a walk around the gardens.” Then he zipped away before Viktor could stop him. Not that Viktor couldn’t catch up to him if he tried, but he knew his father wanted to be alone, otherwise he would have stayed.

So Viktor had stood alone in the hallway, moping and listening to the sounds that escaped through the closed door as his ego pouted. Then Emilia had rushed past him and into the room. All he heard was a shriek that would have made a banshee jealous and a crash of something flying through the room. And then his ego was healed a little bit when Emilia ran out of the room as quickly as she had entered it, the door slamming shut behind her.

“You too?” Viktor asked as he watched his youngest sibling growl and restrain herself from kicking and punching the stone wall in front of her.

His comment got a glare for his trouble.

Emilia huffed after a few minutes as she turned around and leaned against the wall she had wanted to beat up; sinking to sit on the floor directly across from him. A sudden scream from the room they had been kicked out of had Viktor tensing and Emilia’s eyes flashing yellow. Neither of them liked hearing their sister in so much pain, and it was intensified by the link between their minds; a link that they had been ignoring like champions for the past two days.

About two days ago Emilia’s submissive mates suddenly hadn’t been blocked from her anymore, and she had nearly gone catatonic from the overload of information from her links. Viktor had been the only one to break her out staring contest with the ceiling she had been having after she had collapsed. Their parents had given him a searching look before pushing whatever thoughts they had aside and making sure their daughter was alright.

That hadn’t been the first time Viktor had noticed the link between himself and Emilia, but it had been the first time he had used the link to influence her. Part of him felt disgusted for doing it, especially when he didn’t know if she had even recognized who exactly was at the end of their link yet. It had been his only option though. Shaking her, talking to her, and using a variety of energy boosting and revival spells hadn’t worked. So he had delved into their link and forcibly dragged her out of their and back into reality. Then he had quickly covered it up by thumping her on the nose and telling her to, “stop being an idiot and wake up.”

That time he had gotten a right hook to the jaw for his troubles.

Viktor had always been protective of his youngest sister, and sometimes he would catch their parents watching them interact, but he had never thought anything of it; at least not when he was younger. As he grew up though, he began to realize what was going on. He had tried - in the beginning - to distance himself from Emilia; just enough to dull the random throb that would occur inside their link whenever it thought it should remind them of its presence. After a while he began to break down, especially when she would come to him first – out of their entire family - for help with homework, or when she would look at him with puppy dog eyes until he read her a story while she tried to take a nap. He was, in his own opinion, one of the best big brothers a girl could ask for.

“So,” Viktor said, drawing out the word awkwardly as he caught the bastet’s attention, “Any luck with your mates yet?”

The look Emilia pinned him with could scrap scales off a dragon. He gulped.

“A little, but whatever had blocked access to their links must have worn them out. They’ve been quiet and calm since a couple hours after they opened up again.” Emilia answered.

Viktor nodded, assuming that she hadn’t noticed their link yet. He was about ask if she had tried entering the links when she spoke again.

“There is one that is a little more active though,” Emilia said, her eyes still pinning him to the wall, “Kind of quiet and shuffling around in the background like he doesn’t want me to notice him, and if he’s quiet enough maybe I’ll forget that the link is there. Of course I think he’s being a dumbass, but that’s what happens when you have access to your brother’s mind.”

Viktor froze and nearly choked on the words that he had been about to speak. He just stood there, staring with wide eyes at Emilia, his mental being running around and bashing into walls as he internally freaked out. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He hadn’t prepared for this moment. He hadn’t even thought that this moment would happen. So he said the only thing he could think of to smooth over this situation.

“Oh.”

Nailed it.

Gods he really was a dumbass.

“Oh?” Emilia said sarcastically, “Oh? That’s all you could come up with?”

“It was short notice.” Viktor said, the phrase coming out as more of a question like he wasn’t sure that was the right answer.

“Oh for the gods’ sakes.” Emilia groaned as she stood up and marched up to him.

Their eyes connected and suddenly the link between their minds flared open almost violently as Emilia brushed off the metaphorical cobwebs. Suddenly the muted emotions they had been sharing came through the link full force at him. He cursed as his senses were overwhelmed causing him to jerk and almost fall over onto the floor. Then slightly sharp nails grabbed him by the shoulders, digging into his skin, and lightly chapped lips were pressed against his. Just like that the massive hurricane of emotions and thought flowing through the link evened out and an odd sense of peace flowed over him.

When Emilia pulled away her cheeks were red and Viktor had to force himself to stop breathing before the sweet scent of her blood overwhelmed him. After the emotional bombarding he had just gone through he didn’t know if he could control himself enough to not hurt her. That’s what he got for thinking he could hide from their situation forever though. He regretted not opening the link up more as Emilia got older. He could have stopped that from happening.

The vampire was pulled away from his thoughts as Emilia wrapped her arms around his torso and laid her head on his shoulder. He hesitated for only a moment before he enfolded her in his arms and held her probably tighter than what was comfortable for her.

“You think we’re going to get into trouble for this?” Emilia asked quietly, her tone expressing her nervousness over the possibility of their parents not being happy with their bond.

Viktor didn’t answer immediately as memories of the searching looks their parents had given both him and Emilia whenever they were together. Then he remembered the times when those searching looks turned into knowing ones.

“No, I think they’ve known about us for a while now.” He finally answered “If they were upset about it they would have talked to me by now.”

They were broken out of their little moment by a loud roar followed by the sound of a baby crying.

~

The moment he got a fire call from his mate, Marcus, at in his office at Zagreb Liječenje* Center in Zagreb, Croatia, Braiden Halloway - now Darkwing - quickly rescheduled his appointments and flooed home. He had been waiting for his sister-in-law to go into labor for days now and it seemed his instincts had been right; she had been late. He was just glad that he was a trained midwife and healer otherwise Nora would have had a big problem around the fifth month of her pregnancy. Mainly this was because she had become extremely territorial around anyone who wasn’t family to her about that time. He doubted another midwife or healer would have been able to get close to her, let alone close enough to actually do an examination.

The moment he stepped out of the fireplace he was met by Alstair, his second mate. The man’s appearance shocked him at first, but he quickly pushed his worry aside for a second and cast a sanitation spell over his whole body and his clothing before walking up to the vampire.

Alstair’s eyes were dark red and blood shot. His fangs were peaking out over his lower lip and his complexion was more pale than normal.

“How is she?” Braiden asked, wondering what had set his mate off so bad.

“She stumbled when her water broke and cut her arm on the banister by the stairs, luckily she wasn’t actually on them yet. It healed fast enough, but there was quite a bit of blood.” Alstair said his voice sultry as an after effect of his transformation.

Braiden easily brushed off the wave of euphoria that always came with that voice. He had quickly adapted and become used to vampiric powers after he had discovered that he was mated to a one. He had no problem ignoring his mate’s magic when it was needed. Their dominant mate - on the other hand - had a problem brushing it off, but that was a topic for another time. Now he had a baby to deliver and a mother to make as comfortable as possible.

“She isn’t letting Viktor, Claudius, or I into the room. She nearly took my head off when I tried to help her to her room.” Alstair added and Braiden’s stomach dropped.

Alstair may have acted like he didn’t care about them in the past, but Braiden knew that the reality of the situation was that the Darkwing family was the only family that Alstair had; and they actually meant the world to him. And since he had been rejected and almost killed by his biological family after he had been turned into a vampire, this rejection and attack probably had opened old wounds. It shocked Braiden even more that Nora wasn’t letting her brother and father into the room with her. Viktor would get over it easily, but Claudius he worried about. The elder vampire had a problem with trying to take everything onto his own shoulders. He tended to blame himself for the smallest of mistakes; he just hid it very well underneath a carefree and jokester facade.

“She didn’t mean it Alstair.” Braiden said hoping he sounded reassuring, “Her instincts are making her do things she normally wouldn’t do.”

The smile the vampire put on his face was clearly faked; only there for Braiden’s benefit.

“Come on, I’ll take you to their room.” Alstair said as he held out his hand, “This way is faster than running over there.”

Braiden sighed. He wanted to comfort his mate, but there wasn’t much he could do until the baby was delivered. He smiled at the man as he took his hand, and instantly was sucked into shadows that seemed to pull toward them from dark places throughout the room. He was always uneasy travelling this way, mainly because he couldn’t see anything and had to hand over complete control to someone else. He trusted Alstair though, implicitly. Suddenly he was pulled out of the shadows and stepped out directly in front of Nora’s room.

He could hear Arthur and Nora talking and Ilizabeth guiding her daughter through breathing exercises from outside of the room. Movement to the side of the door caught his eye and Braiden looked over to see Viktor standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. The young vampire looked dejected and bumbed. But he didn’t have time to take care of the two vampires that had been hurt by their sister; he had to take care of the sister first.

Braiden sighed again, sometimes he wished he could just snap his fingers and make everyone happy, but that sort of magic wasn’t possible, even if he was a wizard.

“I better get in there.” Braiden said as he turned to Alstair.

The vampire nodded and began to pull shadows around him to go gods knew where until the birthing was done. The wizard reached out and grabbed him by the arm to stop him, and then pulled him into a deep kiss, shadows snapping back into their natural places. It wasn’t full of fire like most of their kisses. Braiden made sure that it was softer and more intimate as he tried to pour every ounce of love that he felt into Alstair through his lips.

When they pulled apart Alstair’s eyes had changed back to navy blue and he had a small smile on his face, “Go on Brai,” Alstair said softly as he began pulling shadows around him once more, “They need their super-healer.” The term of endearment wasn’t lost on Braiden as Alstair disappeared and the shadows in the hallway began to grow back.

This time Braiden’s sigh was wistful as he turned back around, only to turn beet red as he was pinned with a smirk from his brother-in-law.

“Oh be quiet you.” The wizard huffed as he walked towards the door of Nora and Arthur’s bedroom.

Braiden properly ignored Viktor’s chuckle as he opened the door and stepped into the room. Shutting the door behind him, he studied the people in the room. Ilizabeth, his mother-in-law, and Arthur, Nora’s mate, were sitting on either side of Nora who was propped up on the large bed by an insane amount of pillows. Nikolaus, his father-in-law, was standing off to the side with Marcus who looked more of a nervous wreck than anyone else in the room.

Braiden considered holding back another sigh that built up in his throat, but then let it out after a moment. It was going to be a long night and he couldn’t be bothered enough to not show his worry.

~

Later that night after the baby had finally been delivered and declared healthy by Braiden, and the naming ceremony had been preformed (though this had been a challenge since Nora was still guarded around the vampires and Emilia) Marcus and his mates were laying wrapped around one another in their own bed as they slept.

In his mind Marcus was drawn into the newly opened link to his submissive mate. Immediately upon entering the link his mind was sucked into a dream world. Around him was a shabby room that looked like it was falling apart, but it seemed cozy and comfortable with the personal decorations – posters of Chudley Cannons, a quidditch broom, various school books, and a dark red blanket covering a soft looking bed. The blanket wasn't the only thing on the bed though.

Sitting on top of the blanket, staring out a window in the room was a young man with dark orange hair, pale skin, and freckles. Marcus's heart skipped a beat as he looked on at the person who was apparently his submissive mate. He was so young, especially compared to Marcus. The Darverius was half tempted to back out of the link as quietly as possible, hoping that his little mate would never know he had been there. The other half wanted to run up and wrap the young man in his arms and never let him go. After having the connection suddenly cut off for so long, his protective instincts were in over drive.

“Well damn,” said a sultry voice from beside Marcus, startling both the Darverius and the young man staring out the fake window, “Doesn't he look tasty.”

Marcus turned just in time to see Braiden elbow Alstair in the stomach, hard. The wizard was glaring at the vampire intently, challenging him to say anything else. Alstair just sighed, still grinning like a loon, and raised his hands in defeat. He was clearly getting over Nora’s rejection fairly quickly.

“Wh-Who are you?” the red headed man stuttered, drawing the three men standing in the room's attention back to him, "Why are you here?”

"We aren't here to hurt you.” Marcus said as softly as he could; taking in the frightened look on the ginger's face, "Do you know where you are?”

The red head's brow furrowed as he looked around the room. He opened his mouth to say something before seeming to realize that something was wrong, and fear once again flooded his face.

"No, this isn't right.” He said clearly panicking, "No, Harry got us out. We aren't here anymore. How did I get back here! Why am I in my room?”

"Calm down.” Braiden said his voice soothing over the entire room, "You are safe. Think, what was the last thing you remember?”

The red head took in a deep breath to try and calm down before he spoke, "I was going to sleep. Mum said I should try to call for my mates, but my voice wouldn't travel far enough. I was tired. I remember closing my eyes and feeling something in my head. Like a string. I pulled on it and then I ended up here.”

"Do you know what the string was?” Braiden asked stepping forward slowly so that he could crouch down to the redhead's eyes level.

The red head's brow furrowed again as he thought, looking down at his hands in his lap. Then his eyes suddenly shot up to Braiden's face before jumping over to look at Marcus and Alstair, "The link...You're my mates.”

Braiden smiled gently and nodded, "My name is Braiden. I'm a wizard. The man with the overdone eyeliner is Alstair, he's a vampire,” At this the redhead stiffened so Braiden quickly added, "He won't hurt you. I promise.” When the young man in front of him relaxed a little bit he continued with the introductions, "and the big hulking man over there is Marcus. He's a Darverius, a dominant, but I promise he's the biggest teddy bear you will ever meet.”

What the red head said next shocked them a little, "You're a Darverius?”

Marcus was expecting to have to explain what a Darverius was. They weren't exactly a well known magical creature, not like the Veela were.

"Yes.” Marcus answered, not really sure what to say.

"My best friend Harry is a Darverius!” the red head seemed suddenly excited.

Marcus was confused now. He hadn't known that were any teenage darverius in existence. And since his mother was in charge of keeping record of the darverius line for all of the clans and he was first in line to inherit that responsibility, he certainly should have known.

"Your friend is your age?” He asked.

The young man nodded, “Yeah, we were supposed to be starting our seventh year at Hogwarts this year.”

Noting the young man's accent and the mention of Hogwarts Marcus guessed that his mate was somewhere in the United Kingdom. It would be just his luck that his mate would be thousands of miles away from him. Then the rest of his mate's sentence registered in his brain.

"Were?”

The red head's face drained of color suddenly and Braiden quickly reached out to steady him as he wobbled on the imaginary bed.

"Um, yes, we aren't going back this year,” The red head said, then to try and change the subject he said, "My name's Ron by the way. Ronald Weasley.”

"Ron?” Braiden asked, his gentle tone washing over Ron, calming the thrill that was starting to rise in the red head's throat, "Why aren't you going back to school? Did something happen?”

Ron gulped as he looked from Braiden to Marcus to Alstair, then back to Braiden. They all looked concerned, though Braiden seemed the most worried. That could have been just because he was so close though.

"The headmaster,” Ron started, pausing to clear his throat, "He threatened my family to try and get information.”

Marcus started to growl, startling Ron and causing fear to spike through him. Braiden was still next to him though, and quickly began rubbing Ron's sides as he tried to comfort the boy. The older wizard looked back at Marcus with a stern expression, only turning back to Ron when the darverius finally stopped growling.

"He didn't mean to scare you.” Braiden said, "He was growling at that idea of you being threatened. Please continue. I promise he won’t hurt you.”

Ron looked at Marcus hesitantly, but when he saw the apologetic look sent his way he relaxed again.

"My best friend is,” Ron paused, not sure if he should tell them who Harry was. He didn't know what side of the war they were on. He figured if they really wanted to know though, they could force the answer out of his mind. So he decided to just put the information out there, "My best friend is Harry Potter.” At this Braiden's eyebrows rose into his hair line, "Well, sort of. That's not really my story to tell though. But he was the one who saved my sister from Stigus Mortinson.”

Suddenly Marcus was growling again and Ron couldn't hold back the thrill in his throat this time. A high pitched tune sang through the air making Alstair cringe a little as it hit his sensitive ears. Marcus seemed to relax at the sound though, his growls lowering down to quiet rumbles from the man's broad chest.

"How was Mortinson involved in all this?” Alstair asked, his voice rough on Ron's ears, but the redhead found that he didn't mind the sound so much.

"The headmaster threatened my family with him.” Ron answered quietly, not wanting to cause Marcus to start growling again, "If we didn't tell him where Harry had disappeared after his inheritance – though at the time we didn't know what had happened to him – then he was going to have all of the submissives and neutrals in my family taken away.” Ron paused as he closed his eyes and called his siren markings forward. When he finally spoke his eyes had changed to swirls of sky blue, purple, and seafoam green and he had thick blue flowing lines on his cheeks and down his neck, "My family is made up of wizards and sirens. So we would have been quite the gain for Mortinson I think.”

Alstair's eyes flashed red and he had to turn around to make sure he didn't frighten the submissive siren as his fangs elongated and poked out from his upper lip. He couldn’t stand to be rejected again. Not so soon after Nora had done it, and not by one of his mates.

Marcus was taking in deep breaths in an effort to keep calm, and Braiden had moved so that he could sit closer to Ron and wrap his arm around the younger man's shoulders.

This was going to be a long night.

A/N:Hope you guys liked it more than the last version! I would love it you guys emailed with your favorite character in my story so far. It can be a HP canon character or one of my OCs. I really want to know who you guys like the most. Also, if you haven't yet, you can email me and I will add you to my update list: johnson.angel39@yahoo.com.

I would also like to say CONGRATS to Mya Malfoy who was the only person to comment on my A Very Potter Musical reference. :D That made my day. If you haven't seen those musicals GO WATCH THEM NOW. Seriously you won't regret it.
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