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Unbreakable Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Unbreakable Bonds
Chapter 2

Stepping out of the floo, Harry stumbled but caught himself before he could fall to the floor. He didn’t know what had come over him. He had been so angry when leaving Malfoy manor, he hadn’t even bothered to stop and pick up his new robes, heading straight home instead.

He stood there, in their sitting room, breathing deeply as the anger he had been feeling moments before seemed to just drain out of him, making way for guilt. He had known when he had snapped at Blaise, that there wasn't really anything to be so angry about. Being annoyed could have been justified, but Harry hadn't even been able to stay in the same room as Blaise anymore.

Letting out a small huff, Harry looked around the room. He couldn't stay in here, Blaise and Draco were sure to follow him shortly, and Harry wanted some time to himself before he faced his bondmates.

Harry left the sitting room, making his way upstairs, heading toward the small room he kept for himself. It was his own private sanctuary, when he got too stressed and couldn't handle being around people anymore. Opening the door and turning on the lights, Harry smiled as he looked around the room.

Shelves covered the walls, most of them already full with old toys and trinkets that he had found and fixed up over the years. It was a strange hobby, and one Harry was sure his lovers didn't fully understand. But this room, and everything in it, belonged to him and him alone. Having so few possessions while growing up, Harry had found that now that he was able to collect things, he had a really hard time letting them go.

Harry stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him and locking it. Harry knew that a simple lock wouldn’t keep either of his bondmates out, but it was a silent message to them that he just wanted to be left alone for a little while.

Harry made his way over to his work desk, sitting down and looking at the small assortment of parts he had laid out. He had found an old music box; a lot of the pieces had been broken, or missing, and the part that was actually supposed to play the music had been damaged. However, with a careful combination of magic and tinkering, Harry had been able to fix it so that it played the music properly again.

Picking up his tools, Harry started working on his latest project. He felt the familiar calm settle over him as he knew it would. He focused intently, pausing only when he heard a noise from downstairs. He listened closely for a moment just to make sure that it was in fact Blaise and Draco who had come home, and not anyone else.

“Harry?” The unmistakable sound of Draco’s voice traveled through the house and Harry sighed, turning back to his work and ignoring his bondmate. They would find his locked door soon enough, and realise quickly that he wanted to be left alone.

It was only a couple minutes later when Harry was interrupted again by a knock on his door. He ignored it, but when the knock came again, Harry let out a long sigh and put his tools down.

“What?” he said irritably.

“Harry, are you okay?” Draco asked, and Harry resisted the urge to throw something at the door.

“I’m fine,” he said, knowing he sounded very unconvincing; though he decided that didn’t really matter because Draco could probably feel quite easily that Harry was anything but okay at the moment.

“Harry,” Draco said again, and Harry watched as the lock on his door opened itself. However, before the door was pushed open, Harry turned away again, picking up his tools and going back to work, not that he could see what he was doing through the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

Harry heard the door open and close and knew Draco was standing in the room with him now, but he still refused to look up at his blond lover. A small sigh and then footsteps; Harry tensed when he felt Draco rest a hand on his shoulder.

“The door was locked,” was all Harry said, fiddling with one of the broken pieces on his current project.

“I know, but we don’t have time for this today, Harry,” Draco said. “And don’t get upset for me saying that, you know what I mean,” he added quickly when he felt the spike of hurt coming from Harry. “I hate it when you’re upset enough to lock yourself in here. You know that Blaise didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” Harry sighed. “I’ve just been really stressed, and Blaise kind of pushed me over the edge.”

“Yes, I talked to him about that already; he plans on apologising,” Draco said, frowning when Harry gave a small shake of his head, letting out another sigh, and felt a small rise of annoyance coming from the younger man. “What?” Draco questioned, not sure what he had said this time.

“Nothing,” Harry said, putting down his tools. “Did you pick my new robes up from the shop? Or do we still have to go get them?” Harry asked, turning to look up at Draco.

The blond man narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that Harry was avoiding the issue, however Draco knew better than to push Harry to talk when it was clear he didn’t want to. “No, I already got them for you, they’re in our room,” Draco said.

“Alright, just… can I have ten minutes in here alone?” Harry requested.

“Alright, ten minutes,” Draco agreed, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Harry watched as his blond bondmate left the room, closing the door behind him. Harry knew he didn’t HAVE to lock it again, that Draco would make good on his promise and leave him be. However, he still stood up and went over to lock the door again anyway, pressing his forehead against the cool wood.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes again and he wiped them away forcefully. “What is WRONG with me?” he asked himself, turning angrily away from the door and back over to his work desk.

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Draco had allowed Harry to have twenty minutes of alone time, before he came knocking on the door again. Harry wasn't sure he was ready to face the world again, but knew he couldn't continue hiding either. So mustering up his Gryffindor courage, he left his private room, and prepared himself for at least an hour of Draco brushing and fixing his hair before Harry would be allowed to get dressed in his new robes.

Harry was mostly quiet as Draco worked, and the blond didn’t say much either. Harry kept glancing toward the bedroom door, half expecting to see Blaise, however the tan boy seemed to be making himself scarce at the moment.

“Is Blaise mad at me?” Harry finally asked, turning his head slightly to try and look at Draco. The blond sighed, grabbing Harry’s head and forcing him to look forward again.

“No, Blaise isn’t mad at you,” Draco said, continuing to brush Harry’s hair, adding some more potion to it before he brushed it in again.

“...are you mad at me?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“Do I feel mad to you?” Draco questioned. Harry shook his head and Draco let out another sigh of annoyance. “Stop moving.”

“Sorry… you just sound mad,” Harry said. “You don’t feel angry, so I know I’m just being silly about this, I’ve just been really stressed recently and I know I must be getting on your last nerves by now,” Harry said.

“There are times that you do still annoy me, and I can’t speak for Blaise but I’m sure there are times you annoy him too,” Draco said moving to stand on the other side of Harry so that he could finish working with his hair. “However, that being said, I’m sure there are times that Blaise and I also annoy you.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at that, and started to nod his head in confirmation to what Draco had just said, however he stopped when his blond lover cleared his throat. Harry smiled sheepishly and didn’t move.

“I don’t like being mad at either of you,” Harry admitted.

“No one really likes being angry at the people they care about,” Draco said. “We may be bonded, but life isn’t going to be perfect all the time, the fact that we’ve reached a point that we can talk about things that are bothering us, that is a really good progress considering how our relationship originally started out.” Draco stepped away from Harry to give him a critical look over.

“Not the best work I’ve done, but it is still passable.” Draco said. “I’m going to go get myself ready to leave, why don’t you get your robes on, and I’ll meet you and Blaise downstairs when I’m finished.”

Harry nodded. Standing from the chair he had been sat in, he turned toward the bed where his new dress robes had been laid out for him by Draco.

Harry decided to try the trousers on first, making sure that they actually fit this time, knowing that if they didn’t Draco was going to have to find him another pair that would match the rest of his outfit. Thankfully there were no problems with his clothes this time, and Harry was able to get dressed. Making his way over to the full length that Draco insisted they keep in their bedroom. Harry stood in front of it and looked himself over.

Automatically Harry was able to pick out every flaw about himself; having never liked the way he looked, Harry could easily see a lot of things wrong. He knew a lot of it wasn’t actually his fault, the Dursley’s had done a lot of damage to him while he had still been growing, and even though the evidence of their abuse was fading, the scars were still there.

Turning around Harry looked at the back of him for a moment, letting out a small huff of disgust with himself he turned again to walk away from the mirror. Only to pause as his eyes caught sight of his slightly extended stomach, he had noticed it earlier too at the shop, and while he hadn’t thought anything of it then, that had been before Blaise had called him out on how his eating habits had changed recently.

“Harry?”

Spinning away from the mirror quickly, Harry looked over toward the door frowning when he saw Blaise standing there. “What?” Harry asked tersely.

“Still mad at me I see,” Blaise sighed stepping further into the room.

“No, not really,” Harry said, giving Blaise a small smile when the tan man looked skeptical. “I’m really not, today has just been stressful and frustrating,” Harry said.

“Yeah, I suppose, I just felt like I should apologise to you anyway,” Blaise said, frowning when Harry held his hand up.

“Are you apologising because Draco is making you?” Harry questioned.

Blaise shook his head. “You should know by now that Draco can’t make me do anything, I’m apologising because I really didn’t mean to upset you today, you were already stressed and unhappy, and obviously my joke wasn’t all that amusing,” he said.

“No, I didn’t find it very funny, but I shouldn’t have gotten so upset over it. I’ve never let things like that bother me before…” Harry let out a long sigh. “I’ve really just been out of sorts recently. The sooner this party is over and done with, the happier I will be,” Harry said.

Blaise nodded his understanding, moving closer to Harry, now that he was sure the smaller man wasn’t going to hex him. Blaise wrapped his arms around Harry, smiling when his lover let out a content sigh before leaning further into the embrace.

Harry closed his eyes, resting his head against Blaise’s shoulder, feeling his magic settle down as it always did when he was this close to Blaise.

“I really am sorry, Harry,’ Blaise said.

“You’re starting to sound like me,” Harry smiled lifting his head so he could look at Blaise, leaning forward he pressed his lips against Blaise’s in a brief kiss. “You’re sorry for upsetting me, and I’m sorry for losing control of my temper, and taking it out on you.”

“I vote we play hooky from this party and have wild makeup sex instead,” Blaise said with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry laughed loudly, shaking his head and pulling away.

“As tempting as that is, I don’t think we’d be able to convince Draco, even if we asked him to join us,” Harry said.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Draco said, stepping out of the bathroom, dressed for the party. “Those robes fit you better?” Draco asked, looking at Harry.

“Yeah, they fit alright,” Harry said. “Just as uncomfortable as any other formal robes I own, so let’s go and get this party over with so I can come home and take them off.”

“I second that, I too would like to get this party over with so that Harry can come home and take his clothes off,” Blaise said, earning an eyeroll from Draco and an amused look from Harry.

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The three young men arrived at the party, and Harry looked around, picking out familiar faces in the already full room. “Okay, we’re here, can we leave now?” Harry asked, smiling when Draco gave him a stern look. “You know I’m joking,” Harry laughed. Leaning over he gave the blond man a quick kiss.

“Go, mingle, do whatever it is you like to do at these parties,” Harry said.

“You two aren’t going to go off and hide yourselves this time,” Draco insisted. “One hour, just talk to some people, show your face so that people know you’re here, then we can leave,” Draco promised.

“Yes sir,” Harry said in mock seriousness, giving Draco a salute. Harry watched the blond roll his eyes before Draco turned to wander off into the crowd of people.

“You’re in a rather silly mood now,” Blaise said.

“I’m in a better mood,” Harry said, turning to look at his other bondmate. “Now that we’re here, and Draco has given me a time limit, I’m going to make the best of it, then we can go home, do whatever we want.”

“We could sneak off and do whatever we want here,” Blaise said, laughing when Harry smacked him in the arm.

“Seriously, Blaise,” Harry rolled his eyes. “You’ve had a one track mind recently.”

“I haven’t heard you or Draco complaining about it.” Blaise shrugged unapologetically.

“I’ll only complain when you decide that you can’t keep your hands to yourself in public,” Harry said, glancing to the side when he saw a couple people walk by, one of them he recognised as a reporter that had taken to following him around. “Now I suggest that we drop the subject before our sex life ends up on the front page of the daily prophet.”

Blaise laughed again and nodded his agreement. “I’m sure while I would find it highly amusing, I wouldn’t hear the end of it from Draco.”

“Or your mother,” Harry said and was pleased to see a blush lightly coloring Blaise’s cheeks.

“Touche,” Blaise smirked, reaching out he took Harry's hand. “Come on, let's go mingle,” Blaise said, pulling Harry into the small crowd of people.

“Do we really have to?” Harry asked, but he allowed Blaise to lead him through the room regardless. Harry glanced around at the people; most of them he recognised from previous years, and others he knew because they were reporters that he had given interviews to in the past.

“Mr. Potter,” Harry turned around to see who had called his name. Coming toward him was an elder gentleman who Harry had had the mispleasure of meeting at these parties every year.

“Mr. McLaggen,” Harry said dryly.

“Please, we’ve known each other long enough, call me Tiberius,” the man said.

“I’d rather not,” Harry replied.

“Come now, my boy, there is no need to have such a sour mood, not that I blame you, these parties have gotten quite dull over the years,” Tiberius said.

Harry knew that if he didn’t make his escape now he would be stuck making idle talk with this man, who reminded Harry far to much of Cormac, with his broad shoulders, wiry brown hair, and the smug look that seemed to be permanently etched onto his face.

“First, I would like to point out that there is only one person in this universe who is allowed refer to me as ‘my boy’ and get away with it,” Harry told the man, “and you, sir, are not him. Second, as much as I would love to stand here and talk about how much I hate this party, I do have a prior engagement, now if you excuse me,” Harry said, turning away to find a grinning Blaise waiting for him.

“What are you grinning at?” Harry asked, moving to rejoin his tan lover.

“Nothing really, I just find it amusing to watch you go up against someone three times your size, and leave them gaping like a fish,” Blaise laughed, glancing over his shoulder again to see if he could catch another glimpse of Tiberius.

“I just really don’t like that man,” Harry grumbled. “I tried to get along with him, but every time I look at him all I see is Cormac.”

Blaise frowned looking at Harry in concern. “If it bothered you that much, we could have done something to keep him away.”

“This is hopefully the last time I’m ever going to have to see him,” Harry said. “If for some reason he continues bothering me, I’ll be sure to let you and Draco know.” Harry reassured him. “Now why don't you go get us a couple drinks?”

“And what are you going to do?” Blaise asked.

“Find someone who is tolerable to talk to I suppose,” Harry said with a small sigh. Blaise leaned down pulling Harry into a quick kiss.

“Don’t wander to far from this spot, I’ll be back in five minutes,” Blaise promised before hurrying off to where the mini bar was set up.

Harry remained where he was, though as five minutes passed and Blaise hadn’t returned yet, Harry decided that he should go look for his tan lover, and perhaps rescue him from whatever conversation he had gotten dragged into.

Making his way through the crowd, trying to keep an eye out for Blaise, or even Draco, something that was difficult to do since Harry was probably one of the shortest people in the whole room.

“Mr. Potter, a moment of your time please?” someone said as they stepped right in front of Harry, stopping his progress through the group of people.

“Not right now, I’m looking for someone,” Harry said, moving to walk around the man.

“Please, I just have a few questions for you, that’s all, I won’t take up much time, I promise,” the man pleaded. And despite his better judgment Harry sighed, nodding his head once.

“Alright, two minutes, then I have to go,” Harry agreed.

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Harry frowned as he stared at the reporter in front of him, silently wondering what had happened to the two minute limit he had given him. The man had been talking for nearly an hour, though Harry had mostly stopped listening to him long before now, more interested in scanning the room in search of either of his bondmates.

“So how was it?” the man asked and Harry blinked focusing on him once again.

“Sorry, what? I wasn’t listening,” Harry said, smiling as politely as he could.

“I was asking what it was like, when you finally killed Voldemort,” the reporter asked, seeming annoyed that he had to repeat his question.

Harry frowned. “When did we get onto that topic?” he asked, wishing that he’d paid a bit more attention now.

“Have you truly not been listening to anything I was saying?” the reporter snapped.

“No, I really wasn’t,” Harry admitted, watching as the reporter glared at him before turning and storming away, muttering under his breath.

“Having fun?” A familiar voice reached his ears and Harry turned around quickly, grinning widely.

“Sirius!” Harry said, practically throwing himself at the older man, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “I didn’t know you were going to be here today,” he said, looking up at him.

Sirius smiled, petting Harry’s hair affectionately. “And miss such a wonderful and momentous occasion as ‘Harry Potter Day’?” Sirius scoffed. “Never on your life.”

Harry shook his head. “Don’t say that too loud, there are far too many reporters here today. I’m already going to be on the front page with a headline of ‘Boy Hero mentally unstable’ or something ridiculous like that. I don’t need your jokes on top of it.”

“Someone’s a little grouchy today,” Sirius chuckled. “Though with good reason,” he added quickly when Harry glared up at him.

“Really though, what are you doing here? Where’s Remus? Is he here with you too?” Harry asked, looking around to see if he could spot the werewolf anywhere.

“I have ditched my babysitter for the day,” Sirius said proudly and Harry shook his head, pulling back from his godfather. “And I am actually on duty right now, but when I saw you talking with that reporter I thought I’d swoop in and save my favorite godson.”

“My hero,” Harry said with a shake of his head. “So what did you do now that landed you on guard duty at such an important party?”

“You make it sound like this is some sort of punishment.” Sirius frowned.

Harry raised an eyebrow at his godfather. “Isn’t it?”

“For your information, I was hand picked by the Minister himself to come and make sure this party runs smoothly, at least that’s what our boss said.” Sirius shook his head. “Personally I think they’re expecting some sort of attack today.”

“I didn’t hear anything about that,” Harry frowned, scanning the room now for anyone who might be a possible threat. “You’d think if they were suspicious about that, they would have mentioned it to me.”

Sirius shrugged, obviously not worried about it. “They’re suspicious about it every year.”

“But now that I’m looking, there are a lot more Aurors here than usual.” Harry frowned as he spotted a few more aurors mingling around.

“And I think you’re over thinking things again, Harry,” Sirius said, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “I swear, Harry, sometimes you’re worse than the paranoid old people that run this place.” This earned him a small smile from Harry.

“Well, I’ve been told by multiple people that I’m very old for my age,” Harry said, allowing his godfather to lead him through the crowd toward the refreshment table.

“And who told you this?” Sirius asked.

“Remus did, actually. Well, he didn’t say I was old for my age, he said that it was a sad day for him when he realised that I had become more mature than you,” Harry said, laughing at the look of false outraged shock that crossed Sirius’ face.

“I don’t believe it, my lover and my godson are conspiring against me. I see how it is,” Sirius huffed and Harry laughed harder, shaking his head.

“Is Remus your lover? Have you two made that official yet?” Harry asked, grinning widely.

“When did you get to be such a brat?” Sirius shook his head, though Harry couldn’t help but think that Sirius looked just a little bit pleased.

“I learned it from Draco,” Harry told him smugly, grinning broadly.

“Fine, I see how it is.” Sirius turned his nose up in the air. “Well, I must say I am fairly insulted that my fine teachings have gone to waste.” Harry laughed again, uncaring of the fact that he and Sirius were gaining the attention of everyone around them, and even earning a few annoyed looks as they passed by.

“I wouldn’t say they went to waste,” Harry said, though before he could elaborate Sirius pulled him to a stop.

“Oops, looks like I’m in trouble,” Sirius said. Harry looked at his godfather, then turned his attention in the direction that Sirius was staring to see Rufus Scrimgeour coming toward them.

“Oh, well, nice knowing you,” Harry said, plastering a smile on his face as Scrimgeour reached them. “Hello, Boss,” Harry greeted.

“Potter,” Scrimgeour nodded toward him, then turned his sharp gaze onto Sirius. “Why are you not at your post, Black?” he asked.

“I thought I would be more effective if I were to mingle with the guests, try and see if anyone on the inside looked shifty, then I realised I was in a room with a lot of reporters, purebloods, and politicians,” Sirius said.

“Back to work, now,” Scrimgeour said, narrowing his eyes when Sirius saluted him.

“See ya around, Harry,” Sirius said and hurried off.

“And you, Potter,” Scrimgeour turned his stern look onto him.

“Hey, don’t look at me, I’m off duty today,” Harry said, holding his hands up.

“This may be a required day off for you, but that does not give you the right to interfere with people who are here working,” Scrimgeour hissed.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. “You make it sound like I have the ability to tell my godfather what to do. You’ve worked with him far longer than I have, you out of anyone should know that Sirius is going to do whatever he wants to do, regardless of what anyone tells him.”

Scrimgeour clenched his jaw as if trying to stop himself from saying what he really wanted to say. “I must get back to work,” he ground out, and Harry waved him off almost cheerily, knowing that he was probably going to get an earful about this when he was back in work.

“Mr. Potter.”

Harry’s smile fell and he held back another long sigh. He was really beginning to hate the sound of his own name. “What?” he asked, turning to find out who he was going to have to entertain in conversation this time.

Harry had expected to see someone standing there, wanting an autograph, or wanting a picture, or perhaps another reporter wanting to ask him more questions that he didn’t want to answer. What he was not expecting was to turn around and find a wand pointed directly at his chest.

Thinking back on this moment later, Harry was sure he could remember everything in slow motion. Right then, however, Harry had less then a second to process the situation; he was surrounded by people, if he moved and one of them got hit it would be his fault.

Moving on pure reflex alone, Harry ducked trying to move out of the way before the spell was fired off. His wand fell from his holster into his hand, and the shield went up. Surrounding himself and this man that Harry recognised as Marius McLaggen.

Trapping himself in a small space with the person currently attacking him might not have been the smartest move Harry had ever made, but his only thought was protecting the people in the room; it was his job as an auror. As usual, this quick move, to protect others instead of himself, cost him.

“Animam Dividunt!” Marius McLaggen shouted. Harry tried to roll out of the way from the spell that was being aimed at his chest, shooting his own stunner. Marius didn’t even bother dodging it, didn’t move out of the way as Harry’s spell hit him at the same time his own unknown spell hit Harry in the arm.

Harry slowly sat up, gasping for breath; the shouts from people around him echoed in his ears. Eyes still wide and adrenaline pumping through his system now, as he stared at the man that was laying unconscious on the floor. The noise around him began fading in and out, just as black spots started appearing in his vision.

He’d been hit with an unknown spell, he didn’t know what it was doing to him, but he felt something in his mind shift, something in his chest tightening. And then blackness slammed into him so suddenly, he didn’t even have time to register the screams, the hands that caught him, or even the frantic worried voices of his bondmates and his godfather.

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Sirius caught Harry before he could hit the floor, aurors were setting up a barrier keeping everyone away while Sirius did a basic check on Harry before he could move him.

“Let me through!” Draco’s voice could be heard over the crowd and Sirius glanced up toward where the blond man was standing, Blaise next to him.

“Let those two through, you idiots know who they are,” Sirius snapped before turning his attention back toward Harry. His quick scan simply showed that Harry was alive, and in no immediate danger of dying if he was moved. That was enough to satisfy Sirius, who scooped Harry up in his arms and stood.

“What’s wrong with him?” Draco asked, already pulling his own wand from his pocket.

“Not here,” Sirius said, giving Draco a stern look just as there was the flash of a camera.

“He’s my bondmate, and I’m a competent healer,” Draco stated.

“No one is denying that, you are very good at your job, however everyone also knows that you are in a relationship with Harry,” Sirius said.

“Enough, both of you,” Blaise stepped in, looking at Sirius. “Is he okay?”

Sirius nodded once. “He is alive, and in no danger, but he needs to get to Saint Mungo's.”

“Then let’s take him there. His healer can check him over, and we can avoid more front page photos,” Blaise said firmly, putting an end to the argument before it could start. “Draco, you are better with crowd control, you deal with this quickly so that the right information lands in the papers tomorrow, then meet us at Saint Mungo’s,” Blaise said.

Draco didn’t look to happy about that, but nodded his head in agreement. The last thing they needed was for someone to jump to conclusions and announce that Harry Potter was at death's door.

TBC

So this chapter really just wanted to jump right into that plot :D which works for me! I have quite a few ideas for this story now, and I will be doing my best to make sure that this story is as fun as the first one was!
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