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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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Three weeks after the Brothel Incident
Jaden stared down at the sleeping form of Dominick….his son? He shook his head, his messy hair falling in front of his eyes. He couldn’t wrap his head around that, not now. The kid was only a few years younger than him. It would be difficult enough to get the younger Darverius to see him as a relative, let alone a parent. Still, it had been three days since the ritual to heal Dominick’s mother – Bellatrix? Was that her name? – and Dominick had yet to wake up.
The ritual had not gone as planned, and from the worried, yet calm appearances of Dominick’s friends – well, either they had expected it to be a difficult ritual, or this was normal for the trio. Jaden wasn’t sure which was more worrisome. The ritual had only required a small amount of blood to be let from both Dominick and himself. The blood mixture of a biological son and a mate would aid the magic of the ritual in connecting to Bellatrix’s magic, and thus her mind. But the magic changed; it demanded more.
At first Jaden had just felt weak, which was normal in most magical rituals. He had realized a little too late that the ‘weak’ feeling he was experiencing wasn’t reciprocated in Dominick. His so-the younger man’s expression had quickly changed from hope and concentration, to worry, then to full blown panic. The change in expression had occurred simultaneously with a progression of pain running from Jaden’s hand up his arm. The small cut that had been made in the center of his palm, right along this life line, had suddenly lengthened and more than just a little blood was dripping from the wound.
He could feel the magic that had latched onto theirs during the ritual. It was foreign, old, and very dark. When he had been able to fight through the pain he realized that the outside magic had begun to latch onto Dominick as well and a grimace of pain was spreading across the younger Darverius’ face. Instincts that he didn’t know he had kicked in and Jaden began pulling on the intrusion, antagonizing it enough to make it leave his so – no – Dominick alone and focus strictly on him. He should have known better.
Jaden had only gotten brief glimpse at how protective Dominick was toward those around him, he should have known. Dominick, once he realized what Jaden was doing, snarled, his own magic tearing through the foreign one and wrapping around Jaden like a warm shield. After that everything was a mixture of chaos cloaked in a tornado. He remembered Dominick’s eyes flashing black, matching his own, as the ritual seemed to snap into place.
Then everything was silent, or at least it seemed to be. He was sure that outside of the ritual Dominick’s friends and family were panicking, unable to enter the circle they had drawn, but wanting to do something to help. Then he heard a scream. A woman’s scream. It sounded like it was distant, right in his ear and inside his own mind all at once. He had never heard such a scream before. It reminded him of the agony he had endured at the brothel, of the cell he had been living in for he didn’t even know how long, of watching his own parents murdered right before his eyes.
Fire erupted in his mind as two doors he had never known existed flung violently open. Pain, so much pain. But he didn’t care. It only made him angrier, more vicious. Blood. Fire. He could smell death on the air, taste it on his tongue. He reveled in it. He dealt it with glee. Then his mind was cracking and healing, cracking and healing, over and over and over again until he thought he was going to die from the agony. Suddenly peace. He could breathe again. Tears were running down his face, but they weren’t his. By the gods. Oh why. Flashes of faces he recognized, but didn’t know – no, that’s not right – he had never seen these faces before. Death, more death. Why was he surrounded by death? What had he done? Why had he done this? A link. Follow it, push it out, push him back.
Suddenly Jaden was back in his own mind. His whole body was shaking; eyes wide open in horror at what he had just experienced. He felt a soft, yet hesitant caress over his mind before one of the doors was firmly shut. The caress lasted a few seconds before it fled out the open door, a light ward guarding the entry point as it left his mind. It was then that he was able to pull himself away from his mind and look at the room around him.
The circle had been broken; the sea salt that had made up the circle flung out as if a violent wind from within the circle had burst free. The room was lit again by the lights overhead, the candles that had been using either blown out or knocked over. He could see a couple of scorch marks where small fires had started from the candle flames. In front of him, at his feet, the bowl they had been using in the ritual had been overturned on the hard-wood floor. Blood mixed with clumps of crushed blackthorn berries, wormwood, and orris root had been left to seep through the wood stain.
At the sight of the blood on the floor Jaden remembered the pain in his hand. He looked down at his limb only to be surprised when the cut that had been ripped open to the length of his hand was now a simple, bright pink scar.
Jaden looked up from Dominick’s still, but thankfully breathing form as he heard soft footsteps approaching the door to the younger man’s room, pulling him back from his memories. A second later a soft knock echoed through the room and the door opened to admit Hermione. The elemental witch shut the door softly behind her and paused for a moment before she approached the bed.
“How is he?” Hermione asked; her voice soft and purposefully unthreatening as she spoke. There was something else though that took Jaden a moment to recognize. Worry. But not for her friend, for Jaden.
That was when he realized how terrible he probably looked sitting in a hard, wooden chair for who knows how long. He knew he hadn’t slept, though he honestly wasn’t sure if a day had even passed. He felt drained though, like he should have slept a good thirteen hours straight at some point recently. He also had the vague impression that he had been head-butted by a hippogriff, but he was good at ignoring pain. He just couldn’t bear to draw himself away from his s – DAMN IT – his mates’ son – there, that phrase he could deal with – it would go against everything his instincts were screaming at him.
Instincts. He clenched his eyes shut in disgust with himself. When he had realized that Dominick was no longer near him after the ritual he had begun looking around the room for him. When he had seen smears and small droppings of blood leading out of the room something inside of his snapped. He couldn’t remember climbing the stairs or running down the hall, but he did remember bursting into Dominick’s room through the open door. He did remember tearing the small, light colored creature – who he now recognized as Draco – from Dominick’s side, snarling at the creature that dared touch his mates’ wounded son. He couldn’t understand anything that was being said to, or around, him as he searched Dominick’s body for wounds. He remembered being relieved to find that the cut that had been opened further on the younger man’s hand had been healed. He remembered snarling and slashing his sharpened nails and spiked tail at anyone who dared get close enough, because he just couldn’t risk letting anything else happen to Dominick. Slowly another light one – Lucius – and a dark one – Severus – had seemed to calm everyone down and make them leave.
Jaden rubbed his cheeks, trying to wake himself up. “I’m not sure.” He said, then he asked, “How long have I been in here?”
Hermione gave him a searching look before a small smile raised the corners of her mouth, “Three days.”
Jaden suddenly felt even more tired.
“Parental instincts seem to be really intense,” She continued, tough Jaden could swear there was a hint of humor in her voice, “Not sure if I could handle it myself.”
Very, very tired.
“How are his mates?” Jaden asked, “I’m not his parent.” He added as an afterthought.
Hermione ‘hmmed’ under her breath as she took out her wand and begin to scan Dominick for his vitals, “Draco’s upset, though I don’t necessarily blame him under the circumstances. He understands though, he just doesn’t like it. Severus and Lucius are both all right, though I think Severus has begun debating the pros and cons of charging in here, stunning you, and scanning Dom himself; which is why I volunteered by the way.”
Jaden looked at her in confusion, “How did you know that I wouldn’t try to tear you to pieces the moment you walked through that door?”
Hermione’s small smile changed into a full smirk, “I know you have heightened hearing so I knew to keep my steps calm. Severus would have rushed in here as fast as he could and his quickened pace would have startled you and probably have been seen as a threat. You would have been on him before he even got the door partly opened. Had you tried to attack me,“ She shrugged, her smirk broadening as she glanced away from her scans, “I would have singed you; which would have startled you enough to allow me to stun you.”
Jaden just stared at her, a new sense of respect overcoming him, “So you didn’t know I wouldn’t attack you.”
“Not one bit.”
He didn’t know whether to bury his head in his hands or to clap for her.
“Ron would have come in, but he doesn’t really have control over his siren call yet.” Hermione explained further, and then gave a nonchalant one shouldered shrug, “And the only medical spells he knows is the one to heal small cuts and one to remove a headache.”
Correction, Jaden had a whole new respect for the entire trio.
“You three have gotten into a lot of trouble haven’t you?”
“Not for a lack of trying to stay out of it,” Hermione grumbled, startling a small chuckle out of Jaden.
There was a period of silence before Hermione started speaking again, “You are his parent you know.” Before Jaden could do anything further than opening his mouth to protest she continued, “You may not think it, but you are. Before we rescued you from Mortinson’s I had been helping him learn about the Darverius, as well as what little I could find on actual wizarding world culture. They never taught muggleborns or those of us that had been raised outside of the magical world that kind of thing at Hogwarts, and the Weasley’s may be purebloods, but they don’t really follow many of the culture norms of their world. I still help him out with the cultural stuff, but he’s been coming to you more and more about the Darverius information these past few weeks.”
Jaden didn’t know what to say. Everything she has said was true, but he still didn’t see himself as Dominick’s parent.
Hermione sighed, “Has he told you anything about his past? I know he told you about his birth parents, but did he tell you about his adoptive ones?”
Jaden shook his head, his brow furrowing. Dominick had mentioned that he had had them, but that was where he had left it. Jaden had been curious, especially since everyone seemed to become sad or angry at the mention of Voldemort and Dominick’s adoptive parents, but not much further explanation was given. He knew he was missing something, something that was probably common knowledge, but he had been in his cell in the brothel for so long that he had missed most of recent history. And he hadn’t believed that it had been his place to ask questions at the time. Now, though, it seemed like he should have.
“Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter, Dominick’s adoptive parents, making Dominick – or Harry as James and Lily named him – the prophesized child that would defeat the Dark Lord. Though now we are almost one hundred percent certain that that prophecy was made up by Dumbledore – or at least forced out of the Seer who made it by the old man.”
Jaden’s mind froze in shock. Dominick’s birth father had killed his adoptive parents?
“Even worse, Bellatrix killed Sirius Black – the man James and Lily Potter named as Dom’s godfather. Dom actually got to know Sirius, he got close to him. Then he was killed by Dom’s biological mother.” Watching Jaden’s expressions and body language carefully Hermione continued, “He was raised by Lily Potter’s sister, who is a muggle. His aunt and uncle both hate magic, and they weren’t very kind to Dom. I believe the term for their treatment of him could be ‘slavery’. He pretty much did all the cleaning and housework with only a little food and no pay. His cousin is a bully, and would beat Dom up a lot – before he came into his inheritance and filled out that is. Dom left them shortly after that. It was around then that he also found out that Dumbledore had been manipulating him and making his life miserable this whole time.”
Jaden simultaneously wanted to shred something with his claws and cry. It was so frustrating; hearing that all of this had happened to his mates’ son, wishing he could have done something about it, but knowing that he would never have been able to in the state he had been left in in Mortinson’s brothel.
“Dom had his biological parents ripped away from him, and then he had his adoptive parents taken from him too, and then his godfather. Now he knows that his biological parents exist, but he can’t reach out to them because of some damned curse that altered their memories and drove them insane – not to mention that they both want him dead, though hopefully we were able to fix that in one of them with that ritual.”
“We did.” Jaden blurted out, not really able to process everything fast enough to say anything else, “I felt her mind re-break and then start to heal.”
“Re-break? Oh.” Realization dawned on Hermione’s face and she grimaced at the imagined pain, “At least we know she’s healing now.”
“I felt their madness. It felt like being torn to pieces and set on fire, and then being forced to enjoy it. I don’t believe they will ever be able to fully heal from what has been done to them.”
“They?” Hermione asked, “You mean you could feel Volde- I mean Dorian too?”
Jaden nodded, forcing away the memory of Dorian’s madness and bloodlust sweeping over him, “The ritual forced open both doors to my mates. I think it used me as a tether.” Another question popped into Jaden’s mind, “Do we know what happened to make the ritual go out of control like that?”
Hermione frowned as she nodded, “Someone – most likely Mortinson – used the fading connection to you to attach their magic to the ritual. The magic seemed to attack you first and then go after Dom as an afterthought. When it went back after you a second time Dom flipped out and made it focus on him. Between the protection spell that he threw up around you and fighting the foreign magic at the same time as he continued the ritual, he drained his magic pretty fast. His core was almost depleted when we got him up here.”
His heart clenched when he heard of his mates’ son’s previous condition. Dominick could have died if he had completely depleted his magical core, or worse, his could have lost control on the beast inside of him and hurt someone. To a Darverius the magical core was the connection between human and beast. Most Darverius weren’t wizards or witches, but some were. Those were the ones that could simply die when their core was depleted. It was a better fate in the long run.
It took time, but eventually a regular Darverius would gain a stable amount of magical energy to obtain control over the beast again, and then they had to live with any blood that was on their hands. Most were driven insane because the first person the beast would attack would be the mate. The intention was never to kill, but the primal instinct to breed often destroyed the out of control Darverius’ mate, or at least their trust in their other half. It was rare but sometimes wizard/witch Darverius would suffer this fate instead of death; though seeing as how Dominick seemed to defy all odds Jaden wasn’t sure what fate he could have suffered.
A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.
“He’s fine now.” Hermione said, looking down at him with an understanding expression, “His core is almost full again. He’s just resting while he gets his magic back.”
Jaden nodded. Good, Dominick would be all right. That was a relief.
“I would recommend letting Dom’s mates in to see him soon.” Hermione said with a smirk, “I wouldn’t put it passed them to gang up on you.”
Then she turned to leave, only to pause and look back at him once she got to the door.
“He needs you Jaden, and regardless of what you personally believe yourself to be, he considers you his parent. We don’t know how long it will take to get Bellatrix here, or to heal his father. You are all he has. Just think about it.”
Then she was gone.
Part of him wanted to believe what she said, but the other part cringed at the thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be a parent; he just didn’t know how to be one. He especially didn’t know how to be a parent to a kid who has had every parental figure hurt him or taken away from him. Though he supposed that he big brother-ed Adal and Tegann enough to know how to handle parental issues. This was different though. This was the son of his mates. People who he hadn’t even met yet. He had not been there to bond with Dominick after he was born. He had not been there to protect him when this Dumbledore came and stole him away.
Then there was the small part of him that he stamped down on desperately. The teeny, tiny part that still wished he could have a child of his own. The teeny, tiny part of him that wished Dominick had been his own. But he is your own. He’s your child too. The larger part whispered in his mind. And as much as he wanted to deny it, he wanted it so much to be true. He just had to hear it from Dominick first.
“Uncanny how she always says the right thing, right?” Dominick’s hoarse voice startled him from his thoughts.
For a moment Jaden thought his heart was going to explode; then he managed to push passed the fact that Dominick was awake and was able to process what he had said.
So this is what a heart attack felt like.
Okay, don’t die. Dominick is still talking.
“She’s not wrong,” Dominick said, “Part of me is used to not having a parental figure, a real parental figure. Sirius tried, and Remus is doing the best he can, but it’s not the same. Another part of me wants to have a parent more than anything, but I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I got one.” Dom glanced over at Jaden with a chagrinned smile, “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be a very good son. I tend to break rules a lot and I don’t usually think things through before I jump into dangerous situations.”
Suddenly Dominick’s face turned a bit red, “I wouldn’t mind trying though.”
Jaden swallowed thickly. He wasn’t prepared for this conversation. He wasn’t sure how his mates would even react to him becoming a parental figure to their son. There were so many ‘what ifs’ that he thought his head would spin off this neck. Still, when he spoke next he wasn’t as terribly surprised at himself as he thought he should be.
“What would you call me?”
Dominick’s face broke out into an even bigger smile, “I don’t know. We’ll have to figure it out as we go….Pops?”
Jaden’s eyebrow twitched, “No.”
Dominick choked on his own laughter.

A/N: I am a terrible person. I AM SO SORRY! College life sucks. I swear I sleep none. Nada. Nyet. I am going to forwarn you all that I had to redo the chapters that I had previously done, because I am a dork who mixed plot lines up and almost killed my story. So the three chapter that I had gotten done had to be redone and this is all I got so far. I am also suffering from writer's depression; which is like writer's block only I can't write because nothing I write seems good enough to hold my interest. So please. Throw ideas at my face. I need my inspiration back!!! I'm going to cry over here. I love your feedback! I'm struggling with how Dom/Harry it going to meet his grandparents. I would rather not have them magically know about him. I have a few ideas, but none of them are really popping out at me. Also, ideas for meeting Bellatrix would be lovely too. I am feeling like a random letter to Dom/Harry wouldn't really make sense, but I don't know. My brain isn't working right now. Regardless of my ramblings, let me know what you think. =]
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