Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Harry Potter and The Hidden Agenda	By : emeraldisle Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16324 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, BTVS, or Angel (I wish I did but I don't) and I am not connected with any show. I do not make any money off this and never will. No Copyright infringement is intended

Chapter List
- 17
- 18
Tonks left Hogwarts sporting a new bracelet which was really a portkey that she was to bring Harry and Remus back to a secure room where the Headmaster, along with others, would cleanse them of the Amortentia and any other potions or spells that might be causing them to act the way they were. She walked towards Hogsmead and once past the wards she apparated away only to appear in the foyer of Grimmauld place. She quietly walked down the hallway, not wanting to wake up the portrait of Sirius’ mother. She walked into the parlor not seeing anyone in there only to be surprised as an arm went around her waist and hauled her back against a very firm chest. The wand pressing into her side didn’t bother her however, she let out a small gasp as the man holding her began to sniff and nuzzle at her neck. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” she asked of him.

“Making sure you are you and not someone who used polyjuice,” Remus explained as he continued to nuzzle her neck. He pulled her even tighter against him enjoying the feel of her body pressed to his. The soft curves of her body molded against his firmer one making him want to do far more than just hold her.

“I thought the procedure was to ask me a question we set up before hand,” Tonks stated. “Wasn’t that what we told the populace to do this past month?” she asked of him. She hadn’t even attempted to move from him knowing it wouldn’t do any good.

“Mmm, that does work for the masses,” Remus admitted. “That being said, most forget that polyjuice does not change the scent of a person and being what I am, I can very easily smell the difference between you and anyone else.” He tucked his wand back up into his sleeve before putting both his hands on her waist so that he could turn her around to face him. “And since I can now say without a doubt that you are you, I think you should have to pay a price for trespassing,” he told her before his mouth covered hers in a heated kiss.

Tonks slipped her arms about his neck as she melted against him. The kiss seemed to sear her all the way down to her soul. “What other fines do I have to pay sir?” she teased. It had taken some doing on her part to break down his walls to get him to realize that she truly cared for him and could care less about the fact that he was a werewolf. She had known he was a wonderful man with a gentle soul, however, she had never expected to find out just how fun loving he could be once he loosened up. She had also found out that not only was he very romantic, he was also very old fashioned. They had been dating since the beginning of summer and had yet to go to bed together. It wasn’t for lack of trying on her part either. He was the one who insisted on taking things slow. She had the feeling he was still afraid she would change her mind about being with him. She hated to admit it, but she was getting a bit sexually frustrated.

Remus felt her press even more against him and he had to stifle a groan as his body pulsed with desire. He was finding it more and more difficult to control himself around her. He had a feeling the little minx knew it too. He not only ached with desire for her, but the wolf in him demanded his need to claim her as his own. He knew there would be no other for him; there was only her. The problem was, he just wasn’t sure that was being fair to her. He was older than she was and he was inflicted with a curse that most shunned him for. If she stayed with him, most would shun her as well. How could he ask her to do that? He stole another kiss, this one far tenderer than the one earlier. “None since you did not wake that she-devil of a portrait,” he told her with a grin hiding his own self-doubts for now. “How did the Order meeting go?” he asked as he stepped back knowing if he didn’t let go now he wouldn’t be able to. He led the way into the kitchen where he had tea and cookies for them to snack on.

Tonks rolled her eyes at that question. “You would not believe what the old man stated and everyone believing it all. I wanted to pluck those twinkling eyes of his out of his head,” she snarled as she sat down at the table.

“You didn’t look into them did you?” Remus asked with concern. He poured out the tea adding lemon and two cubes of sugar to hers knowing that was how she liked it.

“No, I took your advice and avoided them. I think you are right and that he has some ability to mesmerize people with them,” Tonks told him. “They just believed everything he said without question, even Shacklebolt and McGonnagall. If he doesn’t have that ability I have to wonder why they follow him so blindly. They act as if everything he says is golden and infallible. He’s just a wizard, like any other and he’s not omnipotent.” She took a sip of her tea and tried to calm down. “Do you want the short or the long version of the meeting Remus?”

“It was a theory of Sirius’ that Dumbledore’s eye twinkling was some form of magic. That he was able to use it to make people more susceptible to his way of thinking or at least more agreeable to his plans,” Remus stated. He handed her some cookies before taking one himself. “Sirius figured it didn’t work on those who were strong in their convictions, who knew ocummency, or if they knew what Dumbledore was doing. I figure it is best to be on the safe side and just avoid looking into his eyes. As for the meeting, I think I can figure out what was said about some things so you can give me the short version.”

“Basically he is blaming Harry and your betrayal on Snape. Dumbledore is making it sound as if Snape has you both under a spell so that he can turn Harry over to you-know-who. He sent Shacklebolt and Moody to search Snape’s rooms where they conveniently fond a box filled with bottles of amortentia, along with samples of hair that could be yours and Harry’s.”

Remus couldn’t help laughing at that. “Let me guess we are to be under the influence of Amortentia. I’m guessing Dumbledore is saying Harry is obsessed with Draco. I’m wondering who he is saying I am obsessed wi...oh Merlin! He’s saying I’m obsessed with the bat,” he exclaimed while still laughing. He then had an image pop into his head and he began to laugh even harder so that he had to hold on the table otherwise he would have landed on the floor. “Oh dear, it could be reversed, having me obsessed with Draco and Harry with the bat,” he managed to explain.

“That’s no laughing matter,” Tonk said even as she fought not to laugh. She finally gave in to it and laughed as well.

“It just shows how little people know Snape. The man has far too much pride to ever use a love spell to bind someone to him. He would want someone to truly love him,” Remus stated once his laughter had died down. He didn’t add that with all that pride, Snape also had a great deal of self-doubt and self-loathing, which meant even if someone did love the man, Remus doubted Snape would ever believe it was true. It was a shame really considering the fact that the man did have some very good qualities and deserved to find happiness. Of course, he didn’t see the fact that Snape and he had these things in common and that was why he could see them in Snape.

“I agree, however Dumbledore had to give them a reason and this is the one he came up with,” Tonks stated. She fingered the bracelet and looked at him. “He asked me if we were still friendly. He wants me to get close enough to you and Harry in order to use a portkey to transport both of you back to Hogwarts. He plans to have a room prepared that can contain you both.”

“That fucking bastard,” Remus growled as he heard this.

“Remus,” Tonks gasped surprised by his language. It wasn’t as if she was a prude or anything. It’s just she had never heard him use that sort of language before. She didn’t think he ever swore or if he did it was only around “the guys” since he was always the gentleman with her.

“I am sorry my dear,” Remus said blushing at his outburst. He could hardly believe he had forgotten himself in front of her. The fact that he had just meant that he was extremely comfortable with her and felt that he could be himself. He stood up and began to pace back and forth looking very much like a cage wolf right at that moment. “I am just so angry with him for putting you in such a position. If Harry and I were being fed that potion, trying to separate us from our obsessions would be highly dangerous, especially where I would be concerned. What do you think would happen when we arrived at the destination?” he asked her.

“You have nothing to apologize for Remus. I don’t mind the language, I was just surprised since I never heard you use it before,” Tonks explained. She thought about his question and then shook her head. “Harry and you would be upset. You would try to apparate back or try to break out.”

“Harry might yes,” Remus stated his anger still evident in his voice. “Well, I would be different since I am a werewolf. I would be in a rage at being separated from whom I would consider my mate. I would lash out at who separated us, which would be you since you would be in that room with us. Tonks, if I didn’t tear you apart, you at least would have been infected by the lycanthropy before you could escape or be rescued. Dumbledore would know how a werewolf would respond to a perceived threat to his mate or being forcibly removed from their mate. He knew what would happen and he didn’t care about the consequences. Now true the situation is all false, we know this as does Dumbledore. None of us are being fed the amortentia so none of us are obsessed with anyone, however, everyone else at that meeting believes us to be and they went along with this plan based on Dumbledore’s say so.”

“Oh great Merlin,” Tonks muttered as she heard all that. She hadn’t thought it all through considering she had known it was a lie. “Would Shacklebolt or Moody have known as well how you would respond?” she asked. She had to know if she could trust her fellow co-worker or had he too set her on the path not caring what would happen.

“Moody would,” Remus said as he stopped pacing to look at her intently. “Shacklebolt might not. He hasn’t had as much direct experience with werewolves. He’s fought a few of course and has the basic information about them that you would learn to identify them and to fight them. I doubt he knew what would happen to you. Moody would look on it as justified risk in order to get Harry back; loose a battle in order to win the war type of thing,” he explained.

Tonks shook her head not being able to understand that sort of reasoning. It was probably one of the reasons she had not ranked a perfect score in strategy she thought; she’d come close but it hadn’t been perfect. “Nice to know they think I’m expendable,” she said to him sadly. She knew Moody didn’t think much of her due to her clumsiness and had made a few comments just loud enough for her to hear questioning how she’d became an auror.

Remus immediately wrapped his arms about her, pulled her to him, and kissed her brow. “You are not expendable!” he declared a slight growl in his voice. He hated Dumbledore and Moody right then for making her feel that way. “You are an incredible woman who is worth ten of them. You are intelligent, beautiful, fascinating, you always find ways to make people feel better, you have a generous heart that calls to others and draws them closer, and I count my lucky stars to have you in my life. I know that I am barely worthy to have you as a friend let alone to have you care for me the way you do.”

“Remus John Lupin if I ever hear you speak of yourself like that again I will hex you,” Tonks told him. She took his face in her hands and looked him straight in the eye. “Now you listen to me Remus, no man is better than you. No one could ever hold a candle to you in any shape or form. No one, man or woman, could ever make me feel the way that you do. I don’t just care for you. Do you hear me? I love you, Remus and I always will.” With her last words, she leaned in to kiss him with all the feelings in her heart.

Remus kissed her back his heart answering her in a very primal way. He may have done far more than kiss her if Kretcher hadn’t chosen that moment to wonder through muttering about mudbloods, werewolves, blood-traitors, and thieves being in the house. He broke off the kiss to glare at the house-elf as he exited the room again. He reigned in his desires, both his passion for Tonks and his anger at Kretcher for the interruption. He turned to gaze at Tonks; his hand moving to caress her cheek lightly. “I love you too Dora,” he told her using her seldom used shortened first name. He guided her back to the seats knowing if he didn’t put some distance between them, he would be tempted to do more than kiss and it was too soon for that between them. “Did Dumbledore mention a backup in case you couldn’t get close enough to us?” he asked.

Tonks gave him a soft smile at his words although she was disappointed that he didn’t continue with the snogging session. She loved the fact that he was a gentleman, but it was damn frustrating at times to. “No, not while I was there. I left with McGonnagall to get the portkey once the meeting broke up; however Moody and Shacklebolt remained after I left.”

“Neither Dumbledore nor Moody would put all their dragon eggs in one nest,” Remus told her. “You can be sure that Moody and/or Shacklebolt will be watching for a way to get to at least Harry and get him back to Hogwarts. If Harry goes out at all, they will be waiting for the chance to grab him. Once he comes back, we will have to be extra careful. I’m not sure what we will do when he goes back to school.”

“When are Harry and the others due back?” Tonks asked. She had to wonder if there was anything they could do in the mean time to warn Harry or perhaps stop Shacklebolt or Moody.

“Harry hoped to be back within a day or two, however he couldn’t say since it depended on how long it took to find Sirius’ son. Of course if Sirius’ son decides to come back it might take a few days for him to wrap things up so Harry planned on up to a week being a gone,” Remus stated. “He took a two way mirror with him so he can contact me if he needs to. I just hope he does before he comes back so that hopefully he can portkey right back to the house and not to Gringotts.”

“Do you think we can get Shacklebolt or Moody over to our side?” Tonks asked. She sipped her tea thankful to magic at how it always stayed the right temperature even though she hadn’t touched it in some time.

“Shacklebolt perhaps, however Moody would be difficult. He’s been friends with Dumbledore for more than thirty years,” Remus admitted. “Shacklebolt is an auror first and you give him the evidence I believe he will see reason, especially if he is away from those twinkling eyes. That is something we can work on while we wait for the others to get back.”

“What sort of evidence?” Tonks asked of him. She knew they could tell him about what they discussed the other night but that was hardly evidence really. That was opinion more than anything else.

“The letter I have from Sirius not to mention his will,” Remus told him. “Snape mentioned the lawyer that Harry was using and the evidence they are gathering against Dumbledore. I shall contact him to give him what information I have from Sirius and see if he will give me copies of things as well to prove to others that they should be against Dumbledore. He may or may not do it without Harry’s approval, but it won’t hurt to ask. We’ll get the twins to help as well. They are supposed to come over here again with their father for dinner tonight so we can talk with them then. We shall go from there.”

“I suppose that is all we can do for now,” Tonks said not very happy about it and wanting to do more. She hated waiting. She had so little patience at times. Even as an auror she had that difficulty and it was probably one of the things that made her clumsy she thought.

“For now anyway,” Remus agreed giving her hand a squeeze. He had the feeling that even though right then might be slow it wouldn’t last for long. In fact, he was sure that once Harry and the others arrived back that they would have very little free time.

~~~~~

Draco had been awake for about fifteen minutes during which he’d laid there watching Harry sleep. When he’d first woken up his head had felt ready to explode. The pain had quickly dissipated, thankfully. He’d then become aware of Harry lying beside him and he’d leaned up on his elbow to watch him sleep. He’d been transfixed in how innocent he looked. He absently thought about the dream they had shared. He knew it had been real. He was able to grasp some of the new information that had been shared with him from the founders. That part didn’t have him concerned so much as the beginning of the dream and how Harry had panicked over the thought that he might go back to the Dursley’s; that everything they had shared had been just dream. He wanted to stay right where he was until Harry woke up so that he could reassure him that it hadn’t been.   He reached out with his hand to brush some hair off Harry’s face and then to run his fingers done his cheek. In doing this, he noticed something on his arm right near the elbow. His mouth dropped as he saw the tattoo there of a lion with a snake wrapped around it. “Merlin,” he muttered as he moved to sit up; inadvertently waking up Harry in the process. He ran his finger across it and was startled when the lion yawned before it ran around his arm to then come back and lay down again.

Harry opened his eyes to see Draco sitting up and staring at his own arm. He frowned as he watched his mate get a worried look on his face. The headache he had woken up with pushed aside due to the concern he felt for his mate. “Draco what is it?” He asked as he moved to sit up. The covers slid down to pool in their laps barely covering their more private areas. Harry realized that Draco hadn’t heard him since he was too intent on staring at his arm. He moved to look to see what was there and saw the tattoo. “When did you get that?” he asked as he reached out to touch it.

“I do not know,” Draco said looking at him. “I think it happened during the night Harry,” he added. Without thinking about it he let his eyes travel down to Harry’s matching arm.   He reached out and pulled it out. “You have the same one. I think they may be from the bonding last night. That’s the only thing I can think of anyway.”

“I suppose that makes sense and since I am from Gryffindor and Slytherin the symbols make sense too I suppose,” Harry stated. He watched as both sets of lions began to run this time not only around the arm but up and down it as well. “I have a feeling the information is up here,” he said indicating his head, “it’s just sorting through all of it to find what I’m looking for. It’s still kind of jumbled up.”

“Do not worry, we can check with Uncle Sev or that Wesley chap. One of them should know,” Draco told him. He put aside the markings more in favor of looking at the rest of Harry. “You know you have not said good morning,” he told him. He leaned in and kissed Harry tenderly; his lips moving over his in a light teasing kiss.

Harry slipped his hand into Draco’s hair holding him close as he deepened the kiss. In an easy move, Harry slipped over so that he was straddling Draco’s waist and pressed their arousals together. With nothing to separate them the skin slid together making Harry moan. He broke the kiss as he gasped in air. “Draco,” he moaned out. He thrust against him making the shafts move together sending shards of desire through them both.

“Merlin Harry,” Draco let out. He leaned in to kiss along Harry’s neck and jaw line. His one hand moved to help support Harry’s back while his other moved to hold both their shafts together and caressing them as they thrust together.

“No...just Harry,” he managed to get out the words coherently. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d been able to think, let alone talk. His desires were growing exponential in amounts. He turned his head to capture Draco’s mouth in a searing kiss even as he began to move faster against him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. The sensations were too new and far too delicious for him.

Draco was feeling the same way. Even though he had more experience, he had never experienced desire like the one he did with Harry. It was all a thousand times more incredible with him. It only took a few more thrusts for both of them to reach their climax. Breaking the kiss to moan loudly his head fell back and he ignored the fact that it hit the headboard.

Harry’s was panting as he rested his head against Draco’s shoulders. “That’s a great way to wake up in the morning,” he told him. He stayed right where he was to not wanting to move.

“I agree love,” Draco told him still trying to catch his breath. “I could definitely get used to this.” He reached for his wand to clean them up and then to do a quick tempus charm to see what time it is. “It’s almost eight o’clock Harry,” he told him after he had figured out the time difference and what time it was in London. “If we are going home today we have to get up.”

“Don’t wanna,” Harry grumbled quite comfortable right where he was at the moment even though he knew he did have to get up. Right then, naturally his body decided to make sure he did get up. Not only did his bladder protest his refusal but also his stomach growled demanding breakfast.

“Come on love,” Draco said with a chuckle. He waited until Harry reluctantly got off him before climbing out of bed himself. “It will more than likely be a short day for us since we will lose eight hours when we go back to England. They are eight hours ahead of us. If we leave here before lunch time we should arrive in time for dinner.”

“Meaning we’ll be able to call it a night sooner than we would normally. I like the way you think,” Harry told him as he got up and stretched. He was looking forward to that actually. He blushed slightly as he thought of all they could do. “Of course you do realize that it’s more likely Sev will be more interested in having us show him all that we’ve learned once he finds out about our dreams?” He started chuckling as he saw Draco’s crestfallen look. He continued to laugh on his way to the bathroom at Draco’s antics.

Draco banged his head lightly back against the headboard several times muttering “Stupid,” repeatedly with each thump. “Of course he will.” He stopped and his eyes followed Harry into the bathroom. His eyebrow quirked upwards enjoying the play of skin and muscles as his lover walked away from him, which caused his thoughts to lean towards joining him in the bathroom and perhaps the shower or tub.

“Don’t even think about it,” Harry called back to him. “We don’t have time right now. Later,” he promised. His own voice was a bit deeper with obvious desire. He knew they did need to get back otherwise, he doubted he would leave that room for the next week.

~~~~~~

Xander hadn’t been sure what had woke him up, but he had wondered where the guy with the sledgehammer had vanished to so quickly. He groaned and rubbed his head before the pain faded away. He’d looked over to see Spike beside him sound asleep and snoring lightly, which he found somewhat cute since Spike didn’t even need to breathe. He reminded himself that he wasn’t going by Spike anymore. After several years of calling him Spike, it would be a hard habit to break. He’d gently got out of bed and went over to where his clothes where. He started to reach for his cell to see what time it was then he realized he knew how to check with magic, so instead he picked up the wand and checked that way. It was barely after dawn and he doubted anyone was up yet so he decided to take this time for himself. He first went to the bathroom to take a shower and get cleaned up. It didn’t take him long, but the shower felt great especially considering a few muscles were a little tender from the new activities of the night before. Of course, thinking about such activities had caused Xander to have to take some matters in hand. He had thought of waking up William, but knew from previous experience the man was not a morning person so let him sleep. He finished his shower, brushed his teeth and hair, and then shaved before sliding on his jeans. He didn’t bother with the rest of his clothes for now. He picked up his wand and decided it was time to have a bit of fun.

Xander spent the next hour changing the room about. He transfigured the furniture or little bits and bobs into new items. He changed materials and colors into new ones. He had soft music playing in the room that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He was having a grand old time with this. He changed his jeans into black leather pants that were close as a second skin and almost as soft. He glanced at William and grinned as he aimed his wand at him to take away all of the bleach from his hair. Xander cocked his head debating if he liked it as the blondish brown that it was now. He was used to the bleach blonde and this was very different. It certainly didn’t make William look as pale, he thought to himself even as William rolled over on to his back, the sheet now barely covering his lower half. Xander’s mouth went dry, his heart began to race and his blood raced from his brain down to his shaft as he took in William's body. His eyes roamed over all that exposed skin; his hands itching to touch where his eyes had explored. His eyes now went to the small area that was covered, noticing the visible tent caused by William’s morning erection. Xander licked his lips as a thought came to his mind.

Tossing his wand onto the end of the bed Xander moved to kneel between William’s spread legs.   His hands moved one to each leg and he gently glided them up enjoying the feel of the different texture he found there; the firm muscle, the course hair, and the soft skin. As he moved up the legs, he pushed the sheet away to expose William’s shaft. He was still amazed something that big had fit within him the night before. What he was planning to do he’d never done before, however he knew what he liked so he figured he would use that as a model; not that he’d had it done all that often. Anya had only performed oral sex on him a couple of times at the beginning of their relationship and later only when she’d really wanted something. He pushed thoughts of Anya away as he leaned down and ran his tongue over the full length of William’s shaft to then spin it around the tip. He watched as the shaft twitched in response. He glanced up but saw that William hadn’t woken up yet. He now used his tongue in earnest running it up and down the length going from one side to another while making sure to get the sensitive underside as well.

William might have had a headache as well, when he woke up he couldn’t say since he was very distracted by the sensations of Xander’s tongue on him. “Gods,” he moaned as his hips tried to jerk up only to find that Xander’s hands were there to keep him from moving too much. “Xander what are you doing?” he asked a bit surprised to be woken up this way. He wasn’t complaining really ,he just didn’t think that his mate would have been this forward.

“Well if you don’t know then maybe I’m doing something wrong,” Xander told him with mischief and desire in his eyes. “Maybe this will help explain,” he told him and with that, he took William’s entire shaft into his mouth. His lips locked around the girth while his head began to bob up and down.   He continued to let his tongue tease the underside of the shaft wanting to hear more of William's moans. Knowing he could arouse and please his mate like this was more of a turn on than any aphrodisiac.

William’s moans grew louder as with each tug of Xander’s lips he burned hotter and hotter with desire. He wanted to thrust upwards however; Xander’s hands on his hips were still stopping him. Oh, he could have if he didn’t care for Xander since he was far stronger and they both knew it, that wasn’t the point however. It was the semblance of submitting that was the point; the trust in letting Xander control things this time around. “Xander,” he half moaned and half growled. His hands slid within his lover’s hair pulling him tighter to him. “Please...so close,” he moaned out.

Xander started to move faster as he heard William’s pleas. His hand left his hip and moved to take William’s velvety sack in hand caressing it as well while his other hand moved to caress his shaft wherever his lips weren’t at. He could tell by the way William’s body was shaking that he was near climax. He didn’t stop, wanting to give this to him and ready to take it all when it happened which didn’t take much longer.

William cried out in ecstasy as his orgasm hit. His hips now free thrust up against Xander as he held him tightly to him. He rode out of the waves of pleasure, each one crashing into him. At first, each one was stronger than the last and then suddenly they reversed until he finally the last ones were just trembles racing through his body. He looked down at Xander as his lover began to kiss his way up his body. “You going to wake me up like that every morning?” he asked.

“Maybe,” Xander told him as he became level with him. “Morning,” he leaned in to kiss him. He had pushed his own desires to the side not worried about them right now. This had all been about William as far as he concerned. He broke the kiss when he felt William's hand on his shaft through the leather pants. “You don’t have to,” he told him in a husky voice.

“I know, that’s why I want to,” William told him as he added more pressure while caressing him. He could tell it wouldn’t take much before Xander’ desires would be sated as well. He liked the fact that Xander had on leather pants and could only imagine he’d transfigured them from his jeans. He began to kiss and nibble on Xander’s neck and his free hand found his nipple to twist it lightly.

Xander had been extremely aroused with all he’d done for William and especially after hearing all of William’s sounds and noises so that when William first began to caress him his desires shot right to the pinnacle. The leather pants just added to the caresses making the friction of each pass more intensive. His breathing hitched and then he started to moan. His head tipped to the side letting William have more access to his neck however it was the twisting of his nipple that was one sensation too many. “Oh yes...YES,” he cried out as he went crashing over. He pressed his shaft hard against William’s hand as his whole body shook with his release. He collapsed against him while he tried to catch him breath. “Damn, we keep this up and I’m never letting you out of this bed,” he told him breathlessly.

“Take it you liked that huh?” William asked with a slight smirk as he pulled Xander close for a bit of a cuddle. He reached over for his wand to clean them both up with a quick spell.

“Fishing for compliments there? Didn’t think you were the type,” Xander told him. “Think you already know the answer to that one William.” He reached over to gently trace the bond mark on William's arm, which in their case was that of a badger and an eagle.

William looked down at where Xander’s fingers were tracing and lifted an eyebrow. “Now what the bloody hell is that?” he asked. He stretched out his arm as he watched the tattoo seemed to move about his arm. The eagle holding the badger as it flew around before resting together.

“It’s a symbol of our bond,” Xander told him moving his arm so William could see the matching one he sported. “You know how you gave me the claiming scar? Well this is the equivalent. This shows to everyone that you and I are bound together.” He sorted through the new knowledge he’d received trying to recall more facts about them. “There’s more to them than that but I’m not sure what off hand. I’m sure we’ll find out in time.”

“Hopefully before it’s an important thing to know,” William said with a chuckle. He went to lean in to kiss Xander again when he heard his stomach rumble. “I take it your hungry pet. C’mon then, we should probably be getting up anyways. We need to find out what is happening with everyone else and what the plan is for today.”

Xander chuckled sheepishly at how his stomach rumbled that way. “Yeah well I’ve been up for a while and testing out some of my magic. I have to admit it’s totally awesome the way it works,” he told William as he moved to get up. He stretched and then ran his hands through his hair. He grabbed his shirt to put on before slipping on his shoes. “I’ll meet you down stairs all right?” He headed for the door and then turned to look at him. “Oh you may want to go look at your hair,” he told him before making a hasty retreat.

“My hair,” William repeated before getting up. He slipped on his pants before going into the bathroom. Using his wand he pulled up a spell he received from the founders, pondero animus, which allowed him to see his reflection. Seeing his hair, he let out a screech. “Xander Harris! What the bloody hell did you do?”

pondero animus: reflect soul

Author's Note: For those of you who jumped to the last chapter I added 17 and 18 today.
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Harry Potter and The Hidden Agenda