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Arcane Academy	By : fazed Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 67604 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 29
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Chapter 23

Severus scowled irritably as he paced his office restlessly. Dobby should have been back by now, so where was the little pest? He was about to hunt the little bugger down when Dobby popped into his office with Albus' ring and a letter.

"Master Snapey, Harry Potter Sir asked Dobby to give these to you," said Dobby, handing the items over. With that done, Dobby bowed quickly and popped out of the room.

Severus set the ring on his desk and opened the letter.

Snape,

Octavius said the ring was a partial horcrux. Apparently, Dumbledore successfully managed to cast the spell to split his soul, but he didn't have time to fully anchor that soul piece to the ring before he died. Octavius said that the ring couldn't be used to revive Dumbledore or anything, but it would be best to destroy the ring anyway.

We tried to destroy the ring ourselves, but dragon fire and elemental fire doesn't work. I used a basilisk fang to destroy Voldemort's diary, so you'll need something as strong as basilisk venom to do the job.

Be careful, Snape. With Dumbledore gone, Voldemort is going to be much bolder with his attacks now.

Harry

Severus sighed and crumpled the letter in his hands. So he would need basilisk venom or something equally as strong to destroy the horcrux. The only thing he knew that was as destructive as basilisk venom was Fiendfyre. Unfortunately, he would have to make a few preparations before attempting to destroy the horcrux. Extensive wards would have to be placed to prevent the fire from spreading in the event should it get out of control.

A brisk knock on the door had Severus scowling irritably. He stalked to the door and yanked it open, raising a brow when he saw Minerva. “It’s rather late for a social visit, isn’t it?”

Minerva frowned sternly at the man. “This isn’t a social visit. I just wanted to inform you that Albus’ funeral will be held tomorrow afternoon at three. You are required to attend.”

“No,” said Severus bluntly. “As far as I’m concerned, the world is better off without the bastard. I would rather pull out my own fingernails than listen to the weeping and wailing of the insipid fools that believe Albus to be a hero.”

“Severus, you will attend the funeral tomorrow,” said Minerva firmly. “Despite Albus’ actions, we must present a united front tomorrow. Should the wizarding world learn the truth about the Headmaster, all hope would be lost, especially with Harry’s noticeable absence.”

Severus glared at Minerva and reluctantly growled, “Fine. Is that all?”

Minerva sighed wearily and nodded. “Severus, I wouldn’t ask this of you unless it was absolutely necessary. What you decide to do after tomorrow is entirely up to you.” With that said, she turned and left. She still had to deal with the Ministry and finalise the funeral arrangements.

Severus shut the door with an angry growl. Since he obviously wouldn't have time to destroy the bloody ring tomorrow, he had no choice but to do so now. Snatching the ring off of his desk, Severus stalked out of his quarters. He hurried through the dungeons and into the Entrance Hall, making sure there were no students out along the way. He quickly left the castle and went to the Whomping Willow. Transfiguring a nearby rock into a long, sturdy stick, Severus pressed the knot just inside the tunnel, stilling the trees swaying branches.

Severus went into the tunnel, casting a Lumos spell to light the way. When he finally reached the Shrieking Shack, he patiently erected several containment wards to make sure the Fiendfyre spell would not be able to leave this building no matter what. Setting the ring on the floor in the middle of the room, Severus took a deep breath, raised his wand, and cast the Fiendfyre spell. Instantly, a fiery serpent flew from his wand, writhing and coiling as though it were alive. Severus carefully guided the serpent to the ring, sweat beading on his forehead with the effort to keep the sentient flame under control. The serpent of flames slithered around the ring, melting the ring completely. Unfortunately, with the ring's destruction, Severus relaxed, and his control over the spell wavered. The serpent instantly grew and spread before splitting into two dragons.

Severus cursed and fled the Shrieking Shack, knowing there was no chance of him regaining control over the raging inferno. Fortunately, his wards held firm, and the lethal flames remained trapped within the building. Pausing inside the tunnel, he watched as the spelled fire burned the Shrieking Shack completely to the ground before petering out when there was nothing left to fuel the inferno.

Once the flames were completely gone, Severus dismantled the wards and stepped into the ruins of the Shrieking Shack. Looking around the wreckage, he saw that the tunnel was clearly visible. He quickly cast a Reducto curse at the tunnel walls, making the tunnel collapse. At least now no one could use this tunnel to infiltrate the school.

That was one task done. Now he just had to find and destroy the Dark Lord's horcruxes, as well.

XxX

Harry almost cried in relief when he finished his last exam. He tapped the rune at the top left corner of his desk, and the exam paper disappeared in a puff of smoke. A moment later, the privacy shield dropped from around him, and Harry picked up his bag and walked out of the room. Of course, now he had to wait two days for the results. Fun.

Heading up to his room, Harry decided to take a quick nap before supper. However, when he walked into the room, he heard his communication orb beeping. Grabbing the orb off of his nightstand, Harry activated it, smiling when he saw Hermione’s face in the glass.

“Hey, Hermione,” said Harry cheerfully, sobering immediately when Hermione scowled back. “What’s wrong?”

"Dumbledore's funeral was today," said Hermione, scowling into the communication orb. "I swear, half of wizarding Britain was in attendance."

Hermione’s image disappeared, and Ron’s face appeared in the orb. “Yeah, mate. The whole time we were there, Hermione sneered at everyone. She almost out-sneered Snape, and that's saying something. Snape was downright scary today.”

Hermione snatched the orb back away from Ron. “It was awful, Harry. Everyone’s claiming that Dumbledore’s some kind of hero, and he was no bloody hero. And then I had to listen to them whinge about you not being here to save them. I understand that they’re afraid of Voldemort, but hiding behind a teenager is just pathetic. It’s that kind of mentality that made it possible for Voldemort to get this powerful.”

"You should be used to it by now, Hermione. It’s been that way since I started at Hogwarts," said Harry dryly.

Hermione huffed irritably at that. “That just makes it more pathetic because you were only eleven then.”

Ron grabbed the orb away from Hermione again and grinned at Harry. “Good news, mate. School’s letting out tomorrow, so we’ll be arriving at the cottage about the same time you'll get back from school. Mum’s eager to see her new granddaughter, so we’ll be taking a portkey to Egypt as soon as we get off the train.”

Harry smiled at that. He could picture Mrs. Weasley rushing everyone off the train so she could hold her new granddaughter. “That is good news, Ron.”

“Speaking of good news,” said Hermione, pushing Ron out of the way and looking into the orb. “Have you chosen yet?”

“Have I chosen what?” asked Harry, staring at his friend blankly.

“Who will become your mate, of course,” said Hermione, grinning slyly at Harry.

“Why ask what you already know, Hermione?” asked Harry ruefully. “You probably knew what my choice would be long before I knew myself.”

“I knew it!” crowed Hermione triumphantly. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to choose between them. I can’t say that I blame you, though. They’re all just so gorgeous.”

“You forgot to mention sexy,” said Octavius, startling Harry his sudden presence.

Harry looked at the brunet over his shoulder and asked, “When did you get here?”

Before Octavius could say anything, the orb was taken out of Harry’s hand. Harry looked to his left and saw Tristan holding the orb with a wicked smirk on his face.

“We’re going to be busy for the rest of the night and probably all day tomorrow, so don’t call us unless it’s a dire emergency.”

Hermione squealed in happiness while Harry blushed fiercely. He tried to snatch the orb away from Tristan only for Zenith to get to it first. The Dracken winked at Harry and said, “It was lovely talking to you again, Hermione, but I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this conversation short today. We have a little… bonding time planned for tonight.”

Hermione giggled and said, “Alright, you guys have fun.” Giggling again, she deactivated the orb.

Zenith set the orb on the nightstand and then smirked at Harry. “You heard the girl, Harry. Let’s have some fun.”

“What about supper?” asked Harry, glancing at his three mates nervously.

Octavius smirked and reached into the shadows, pulling a large picnic basket into the room. “We’ll have plenty to eat later.” He set the basket on the dresser and prowled toward his little mate. “Don’t you want us, Harry?”

Harry's mouth went dry as he looked up at Octavius, and he could only nod in response. His breath hitched slightly when Zenith pressed up against his back, kissing down the length of his neck. Harry shivered in pleasure and tilted his head to the side, baring more of his neck to the Dracken's kisses. Suddenly, though, Zenith's sharp teeth clamped down on his neck, breaking the skin and making Harry tense up and hiss in pain. A moment later, a sharp pain shot through his right arm and his left wrist, as well. Harry cried out in pain and tried to pull away, but then three separate jolts of magic swept through his body, originating from the three bite marks.

His mates’ magic had Harry arching his back and moaning in pleasure. This was more intimate than anything they’d done so far, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Unfortunately, the sensation ended all too soon as the magic pulled back to rest just underneath the claiming marks.

Harry panted breathlessly and lifted his now free wrist toward his face. Instead of a noticeable bite mark in his flesh, there was a lightning bolt in the midst of a flurry of snowflakes. He dropped his arm back down to his side and rolled his head to the side to see the mark on his upper arm. The mark there was a shadowy wolf with the wispy image of a raven flying just above it.

"You're ours now, Harry. No one would be stupid enough to touch you with our marks adorning your flesh," whispered Zenith softly, turning Harry's head toward him and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Possessive bastards," said Harry. He suddenly turned in Zenith's arms and claimed the Dracken's lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. When he finally broke the kiss for some much needed air, he smirked at his Dracken mate. "You'll find, though, that I can be pretty damn possessive myself." With that said, Harry darted forward and clamped his teeth in Zenith's neck, pulling a ragged groan from the Dracken's throat. Pulling his teeth from Zenith's skin, Harry licked his bloodstained lips as he stared smugly at the mark forming on the Dracken's neck.

Harry yelped in surprise when his clothes suddenly disappeared, and he found himself pinned to the bed by an equally naked Octavius. Recovering from his surprise quickly, Harry smirked at the Shadow Demon. "Impatient, are we?"

"Tease," growled Octavius before kissing his mischievous mate.

"And you love it," taunted Harry breathlessly when they finally ended the kiss.

Octavius growled and leaned down to kiss Harry again, but Harry moved quickly and bit Octavius on the throat, as well. Octavius' hands clenched around his hips at the sudden bite, and a low, seductive hiss escaped his lips. Harry pulled back, satisfied to see his mark forming on Octavius' tan neck. However, he still had one more mate to mark before he would be fully satisfied. He looked at the redheaded faerie standing a few feet from the bed and reached his arms out to Tristan.

Tristan stalked toward the bed, lightly pushing Octavius out of the way as he climbed on the bed beside Harry. Harry immediately scrambled onto his knees to face the redhead and wrapped his arms around Tristan’s neck. He smiled slightly and pressed a quick kiss to the faerie’s lips before burying his face in the redhead’s neck and biting the smooth flesh.

Tristan hissed at the pain and then promptly gasped in pleasure at the incredible feeling of Harry’s magic pulsing around the bite mark. When Harry pulled away to look at his new mark, Tristan pulled him into a deep, needy kiss. Harry moaned softly and returned the kiss with equal fervor, pressing his body as close to Tristan’s as possible.

“Well, damn. I guess we know who’s going first,” said Zenith teasingly.

“Considering the size of your dick, you couldn’t possibly have expected to go first,” said Octavius incredulously. “You’d rip the poor boy apart with that thing.”

“You’re just jealous you can’t say the same,” taunted Zenith.

Muffled laughter interrupted the teasing banter. Zenith and Octavius looked at Harry and Tristan and found Harry holding a hand over his mouth in a vain attempt to muffle his laughter. Tristan just shook his head in exasperation.

“I think I should be a little insulted,” said Harry once he stopped laughing. “Here I am naked and ready, and you two are more interested in each other.” He turned back to Tristan and smirked at the redhead. “I guess it’s just you and me then, Tristan.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” muttered Octavius, pulling Harry out of Tristan’s arms and pushing him flat onto the bed. “You’re stuck with all three of us now.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” said Harry sincerely.

“Then let the fun begin,” said Octavius, leering at Harry. A moment later, he was naked and slithering down Harry’s body. “And I know the perfect place to start.” With that said, he wrapped his lips around Harry’s hard shaft and swallowed it to the root.

Harry moaned in pleasure and arched his back, moaning even louder when Zenith’s lips latched around his nipple. Tristan nipped and kissed along his jaw and neck before pulling him into another mind-numbing kiss. A slick finger pressing into his arse had him arching in pleasure. That wicked finger rubbed against his sensitive prostate, almost making him orgasm from that alone.

Octavius wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of Harry’s shaft, keeping the brunet from his release. “Sorry, Harry, but you’ll have to wait a little longer for that. I want to be inside you when you come.”

“Then hurry up, Tavi,” growled Harry demandingly.

Octavius smirked and added another finger, pressing hard on Harry’s prostate. He grinned when the brunet shouted out a curse, shuddering at the shocks of pleasure jolting through him like lightning. Octavius quickly added another finger, stretching Harry’s entrance thoroughly, and quickly pulled his fingers free. Slicking up his cock, he pressed it against Harry’s puckered hole.

“I hope you’re ready for this because there’s no stopping now,” muttered Octavius softly. He slowly thrust inside Harry, gritting his teeth at the tight heat surrounding his dick. However, his slow approach was shattered when Harry wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled, forcing him all the way inside the brunet. “Fuck, Harry. Are you alright?”

Harry keened in pleasure at having Octavius inside. The only thing that would make it better was if the demon would bloody well move. “I’m fine, Tavi. I would be even better if you’d move already.”

Octavius searched Harry’s face for a long moment before a wicked smirk crossed his face. “As you wish.” He pulled back slowly and pushed back in even more slowly. “Is this what you wanted, Harry?”

Harry growled and clenched his arse muscles hard around Octavius’ shaft. “Maybe I should just ask Zenith or Tristan to fuck me. I’m sure they could do a proper job of it.”

Octavius snarled at that, and his control completely shattered. He used his shadows to push Tristan and Zenith away from them and then proceeded to fuck Harry hard and fast, pounding into the brunet’s arse and nailing his prostate with almost every thrust. Harry could only grip the sheets in his fists, body writhing and arching as his release crept closer and closer. A sharp tug on his nipples and a harsh bite to his shoulder had him screaming in pleasure as his orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

The clenching muscles of Harry’s arse pulled Octavius over the edge, and he released his seed into the brunet’s tight depths, barely able to keep himself from collapsing on top of the brunet as his energy was sapped away from the force of his release. He finally managed to pull out of Harry and collapsed onto the bed beside him, panting breathlessly.

“Damn, that was fucking hot as hell,” whispered Tristan, staring at the pair with lust darkened eyes as he moved toward them and sat weakly on the bed.

Harry saw the lust filled gaze and silently directed his magic to his aching arse, soothing the pain from the wild pounding he'd just received. Once the pain was gone, he crawled over to Tristan and climbed into the dazed redhead's lap. "Are you just going to stare at me all night, Tristan?"

Tristan snapped out of his lustful fog and wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling the brunet closer. "You're certainly worth admiring. But I want to do a little more than just look." Putting action to words, Tristan hungrily kissed the brunet. He swept his hands down Harry's back, stopping a few centimetres above his tail. "And I think I'll start with this." Tristan delicately traced the sensitive skin surrounding the base of Harry's tail, wringing a shuddery moan from the brunet. Pressing on the skin a little more firmly had Harry writhing frantically in Tristan's arms.

"Please, Tristan," panted Harry breathlessly. "No more teasing."

"I think you're the one doing the teasing," said Tristan, grunting softly as Harry writhed sensuously in his lap. His clothes were gone with a flick of his wrist, and before he could do much else, Harry had a hand wrapped firmly around his cock, holding him steady while he lowered himself slowly onto the rigid shaft. Tristan's breath caught in his throat at finally being inside Harry's tight, hot depths, hands gripping the brunet's hips tightly.

"So good," said Harry in a shuddery moan. He raised himself slightly and dropped back down, shivering as the head of Tristan's shaft grazed his prostate.

Tristan groaned in agreement.

Seeing the look of utter bliss on Tristan's face, Harry raised himself slowly and stopped, clenching his arse muscles tightly, and then dropped down hard. He wanted to see just how long it took before the redhead lost control and showed him just how dominate he could be.

Harry was going to drive him mad. The little minx was teasing him with his agonizingly slow movements, and he was at the end of his control. Another teasing little squeeze just before Harry dropped down broke Tristan. He pulled Harry off his lap and tossed him face down on the bed. Pulling the brunet to his knees, he thrust back inside Harry's silken depths.

Harry almost howled at the first thrust. The way Tristan was positioned over him, every single thrust stimulated his sensitive tail, as well. It only took three thrusts before Harry exploded, stars flashing before his eyes as he reached his release. However, Tristan was far from done. He kept his pace steady, slamming into the brunet until Harry was fully hard once more.

"Please!" gasped Harry, clenching the sheets in his white-knuckled fists. Every strong thrust into his needy arse had him teetering on the edge of release, but the hand Tristan had wrapped around his cock denied him his much wanted orgasm. "Please, Tristan! Let me-" He gave a choked scream when Tristan stroked his shaft with hand and tugged lightly on his tail with the other, releasing in strong spurts onto the sheets below him.

Tristan groaned between clenched teeth at the convulsive clenching around his cock and came hard. He collapsed weakly on Harry's back, pinning the brunet to the bed, and desperately tried to catch his breath. He finally managed to roll off of Harry, blushing slightly when he saw the impressed look on Octavius' face.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Tristan," said Octavius teasingly.

"Neither did I," said Tristan.

Zenith shook his head and transfigured the dresser into another bed. He lifted Harry into his arms, casting a gentle cleansing charm on the brunet to get rid of all the sweat and semen on him, and gently laid him on the new bed. "Are you alright, Harry?"

Harry smiled sweetly at his Dracken mate. "I'm fine, Zenith."

Zenith nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to Harry's lips. "Turn over so I can massage some of the kinks out of your muscles."

Harry eagerly turned over onto his stomach. Zenith had the most wonderful hands in the world. He almost purred in happiness when the Dracken's large hands began kneading the tense muscles of his shoulders, quickly turning him into a happy, boneless heap of Harry. Once Harry's shoulders were completely relaxed, Zenith began massaging the muscles of Harry's back, making the brunet hiss in pain as the tight muscle was firmly worked loose.

Zenith smiled when a soft purr escaped Harry's lips as Zenith's hands moved down the back of his thigh, the brunet's toes almost curling in bliss. When Zenith's hands began to knead the sole of his feet, Harry moaned loudly at the jolt of pleasure that went straight to his cock. Zenith, of course, took that as his cue to massage the brunet's feet until Harry was sure he was going to orgasm just from that.

When Harry finally broke, begging Zenith to just take him already, the Dracken swept his hands back up Harry's thighs and began kneading the brunet's delicious arse cheeks. He kept up the calming massage until the urgent need for release subsided before gently parting Harry's arse cheeks and burying his tongue in that tempting little pucker. Harry gasped in shocked pleasure and thrust back against Zenith's wicked tongue, toes curling from the mind-numbing pleasure the Dracken was giving him. The need for release urgent once more, Harry reached toward his cock to finish himself off, but Zenith's tail wrapped around his wrist, keeping him from moving further.

"Zenith!" cried Harry hoarsely.

Zenith pulled his tongue free from Harry's arse with a lewd slurp. "Yes, Harry?"

"Take me, damn it!" Harry demanded, trying vainly to free his wrist from Zenith's tail.

Zenith laughed softly at the command and nipped one of Harry's arse cheeks in retaliation. "You're certainly eager tonight, Harry." He knelt behind Harry, covering the brunet's body with his much larger body, and nipping the teen's ear lightly.

Harry shivered at the teasing bite and growled, "Are you really complaining about it?"

"And to think that you used to be such a shy virgin," said Zenith, rubbing the head of his shaft against Harry's entrance. "But I like this side of you, Harry. I need a mate who can be both gentle and fierce." He slowly began to press his cock into Harry's arse, pausing when Harry stiffened at the uncomfortable stretch. When he was finally fully inside the brunet, he pressed loving kisses along Harry's neck and shoulders until the vise-like grip around his cock relaxed a bit. "You okay, Harry?"

"Y-Yeah, just give me a minute," said Harry breathlessly. Damn that had stung like hell. Zenith was quite a bit larger than his other two mates.

Zenith looked up and saw Octavius and Tristan watching them intently. Hiding a smirk, he decided to give them a show they’d never forget. Wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist, Zenith pulled them both up into a sitting position, Harry’s back to his chest and facing Octavius and Tristan. Moving his hands down Harry’s thighs, he spread the brunet’s legs so that each leg was hooked over his arms, exposing Harry completely to his other two mates.

Harry squeaked at the change in position, but it quickly turned into a loud moan when Zenith lifted him effortlessly until just the head of his cock was buried and slowly lowered him back down. Merlin, the slow glide of Zenith’s shaft hit every nerve ending in his arse, lighting his whole body on fire. And the easy strength he displayed by moving Harry’s body however he saw fit aroused Harry even more.

Octavius slowly stroked his shaft as he watched Zenith and Harry, mirroring his strokes with the thrusts of Zenith’s huge cock in Harry’s body. His hand tightened reflexively when he heard Harry shout hoarsely with release, but Zenith didn’t change his pace in the slightest, so Octavius resumed his unhurried strokes. All too soon, Harry was fully hard once more and moaning continuously as Zenith expertly played his body, and the sight was more than enough to send Octavius into his second release of the night.

Tristan panted softly, wiping his semen covered hand onto the sheets. Gods, Harry was simply beautiful when in the throes of pleasure. Seeing Harry climax, head thrown back and flushed with ecstasy, would forever be etched in his brain as one of his favourite memories.

Zenith smirked at the pair and moved his tail to wrap around Harry’s cock, squeezing the brunet’s shaft firmly with every thrust. The new stimulation didn’t take long to send Harry over the edge once more, but Zenith still continued to thrust into the brunet at a leisurely pace, patiently waiting until Harry was hard again.

“Zenith, please. I can’t take it anymore,” sobbed Harry desperately. “It’s too much!”

Seeing that Harry truly was at his limit, Zenith kissed the brunet’s neck. The Dracken suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts, slamming into the brunet harder and faster. Harry howled as every thrust pounded directly into his prostate, sending huge explosions of unending pleasure throughout his entire body. Another three thrusts, and Harry exploded into release, blacking out from the tidal flood of sensation.

Zenith grunted when Harry’s arse clutched desperately at his cock and followed the brunet into his release, spurting into the Kitiara’s tight depths. When he finally caught his breath, he slowly pulled out of the insensate brunet and settled him gently on the bed. He climbed off the bed and got a wet flannel from the bathroom, gently cleaning the results of their activities from the brunet.

“Is he alright?” asked Tristan worriedly.

Zenith cast a quick diagnostic spell on Harry just to make sure he hadn’t damaged the teen in any way. He sighed in relief when the results showed that Harry was just exhausted. “He’s fine. He’s just sleeping.”

Octavius walked up to the bed and lifted Harry into his arms. “Come on. This room’s trashed. We can sleep in my room tonight.”

Tristan hurried to the Shadow Demon’s room and quickly enlarged the bed so all four of them could fit and turned down the sheets. Octavius laid Harry in the centre of the bed and climbed in beside him, cuddling up against the brunet’s right side. Tristan quickly climbed in on Harry’s other side while Zenith got on the bed behind Octavius.

“It’s done, right?” asked Tristan hesitantly. “He’s ours now, and no one can take him away from us, right?”

“Yeah, it’s done,” Octavius agreed.

“Good,” whispered Tristan, burrowing into Harry’s side.

“Don’t worry, Tristan. Now that we’re fully bonded, we can track Harry down no matter where he is should anything happen to him,” said Zenith. Should anyone dare try to harm their little mate, there would be nothing left of them to bury.

XxX

Draco headed toward the kitchen with a grumpy frown. He couldn’t believe he was stuck in Egypt with an infant, a Weasley, and a bloody werewolf. And to make matters even worse, the rest of the Weasley family would be arriving today and Potter soon after.

As he passed the nursery, though, Draco paused when he heard the baby cry. He slowly opened the door and peeked into the nursery, seeing the baby flailing her hands and feet as she cried out for attention. He hesitantly walked inside and stepped up to the crib, wondering if he should call for Lupin or Weasley, when the baby stopped crying and cooed happily to him.

Draco carefully reached into the crib and lifted the baby into his arms, holding her a bit awkwardly since he’d never held a baby before. He stared down at the happily gurgling infant and snorted in amusement. “You’re easily entertained, aren’t you?”

“Most babies are.”

Draco jumped in surprise and turned around to see Bill leaning against the doorway. He looked at the redhead warily, just waiting for the recriminations to spew forth. But no such words came. Bill simply stepped further into the room and calmly adjusted Draco’s arms so that he was holding Gwen more comfortably.

The silence stretched between them, and Draco couldn’t bear it anymore. “Why aren’t you yelling at me? Any sane person would snatch their child away from the evil Death Eater, not show them how to hold the brat properly.”

“From what Severus told me, you didn’t exactly have a choice about becoming a Death Eater,” said Bill calmly. “Besides, you may be an utter prat, but you’re not evil. Plus, you did make an oath not to hurt Gwen, so what’s the problem?”

Draco shook his head in disbelief and promptly handed the child to Bill. “You’re absolutely nutters.” He quickly left the room, muttering about idiot people who trusted others far too easily.

Bill grinned down at Gwen. “The little Slytherin has a soft spot for babies. Who knew?”

Gwen just scrunched her eyes up and began crying. She could only be entertained for so long before being fed, and that time had expired.

“It sounds like someone is hungry,” Bill murmured to Gwen. “Then let’s go eat.”

Bill carried the fussing infant to the kitchen, smiling gratefully when he saw that Remus already had a bottle ready. Seeing no sign of Draco, Bill said, “You’ll never guess what I saw this morning.”

“What?” asked Remus curiously, smiling as Gwen greedily gulped down her bottle.

“The cold, aloof Slytherin willingly holding the daughter of two Gryffindors,” said Bill.

Remus was surprised to hear that. He figured the blond would avoid everyone as much as he possibly could. Perhaps he’d misjudged Draco Malfoy.

“He was shocked when I didn’t immediately start yelling at him for holding her,” said Bill, his mood sobering slightly.

“I’m not surprised. Despite his upbringing, I doubt there was much positive reinforcement for him as he grew up,” said Remus softly. He sighed and pushed away from the table. “Let’s hope the family doesn’t overwhelm the poor boy this evening.”

“Did Mum say exactly when they planned to arrive?” asked Bill curiously.

“Factoring in the time difference, they should arrive around eight this evening,” said Remus. “Which means I need to go to the market for groceries to feed the coming hoard.” He pressed a quick kiss to Bill’s lips and a kiss to Gwen’s forehead and sauntered out of the room. He paused as he was passing the library when he saw Draco before stepping into the room. “I’m going to the bazaar for supplies. Would you like to come with me?”

Draco perked up at the offer. Anything to get out of this dreadful house for a while. “Sure, just let me get my money bag from my trunk.”

“Meet me in the living room when you’re ready then,” said Remus, continuing to his room. He grabbed his wallet and headed to the living room, smiling slightly when he saw Draco already there.

They headed to the bazaar, where Remus proceeded to haggle at various stalls like a pro. Draco stared around him in amazement. He’d never seen anything quite like this before. He was more accustomed to the high end boutiques of Paris than the sprawling stalls of the bazaar.

A flash of gold caught Draco’s eye, and he walked closer to the source. As he neared the stall, he saw a gold necklace with a coiled golden cobra with sapphire eyes hanging on display. The detail of the cobra was absolutely stunning. His mother would love it.

Draco pulled out his money bag and told the vendor he wanted to buy the necklace. Within minutes, his money bag was significantly lighter, but he considered it well worth the price. Now, all he had to do was place a few protective spells on the necklace before he gave it to his mother.

“All done there?” asked Remus, making Draco jump in surprise. “It’s almost lunchtime, so let’s head back.”

Draco nodded, tucking his new purchase into his pocket before following Lupin back to the cottage. After lunch, he holed himself up in the library, flipping through a book on protective spells to place on the necklace. By the time he found all the spells he needed, it was dark outside. He marked the pages he wanted and shut the book, intending to wash up for supper, when the unwelcome voice of one Ronald Weasley assaulted his ears.

“What he bloody hell are you doing here, Malfoy?” Ron shouted, staring at the blond in horror.

“Language, Ron,” snapped Molly irritably. “Mr. Malfoy is staying here for the time being for safety reasons, and you will be civil toward him or else.” She gave Ron a pointed glare before turning toward Bill with a bright smile. “Now where is my precious little granddaughter?”

XxX

Harry woke with a pained whimper. Every muscle was screaming at him, and his arse was throbbing painfully. Almost immediately, a potion phial was pressed to his lips with a soft command to drink. A long moment later, his painfully throbbing arse eased to a dull ache, and his tense muscles slowly relaxed.

“Are you feeling any better now?” asked Zenith worriedly.

“Yeah, a little. A hot bath would help a lot, though,” said Harry, gingerly sitting up.

“You’re in luck. The bath is already waiting for you,” said Zenith, scooping Harry into his arms and carrying him to the bathroom. Carefully easing the brunet into the water, he knelt beside the tub. “Any regrets?”

Harry shook his head firmly. “Of course not.” He looked at the mark he’d left on Zenith’s neck and reached out to trace the green eyed fox. “I love you guys, and I’m proud to be bonded to you.”

“Good,” said Zenith happily. “Now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Harry was more than happy to obey that particular order. He sighed blissfully as Zenith washed his hair, massaging his scalp with those sinfully skillful fingers. Once his hair was clean, the Dracken proceeded to lovingly wash every inch of his body. By the time he was done, Harry was almost boneless with relaxation and dozing lightly in the water.

Zenith smiled at the blissed out kit and lifted him from the water, wrapping a soft, fluffy towel around the brunet and drying him off. He then set the brunet on his feet and pulled him back to the bedroom. “Get dressed, Harry. Our scores should be posted on the bulletin board by now, and then we’re free to leave.”

Harry almost cheered at the news. As much as he loved his new school, he couldn’t wait to see Remus and the others again. He got dressed in record time and dragged Zenith out of the room. He saw Tristan in front of the Arithmancy classroom and hurried up to the redhead.

“Are they posted yet, Tristan?” Harry asked eagerly.

Tristan’s face brightened when he saw Harry. “Harry, how are you feeling? Are you in any pain? Are you-” The rest of his questions were cut off by Harry’s hand over his mouth.

“I’m perfectly fine, Tristan,” Harry quickly assured his redheaded mate. “So how well did we do for this class?”

“Oh, we both got an A,” said Tristan happily.

“Just an Acceptable,” muttered Harry with a sigh of disappointment. “I was hoping I had done a little better than that.”

“No, Harry, that’s not what it means,” Zenith quickly assured the brunet. “Arcane Academy doesn’t use the same grading terms Hogwarts does. An A here means that you scored over 90% on your overall grade.”

“Oh,” said Harry, brightening happily at the news. “I guess all your hard work paid off then, Zenith. Now I just need to find out the rest of my scores.”

“You got an A in Magi Arts and Elemental Magic, and a B in Ancient Runes,” said Tristan promptly.

“You got an A in Blood Rites, as well. I saw the posted scores when I went to talk to the professor about my continued apprenticeship next year,” added Zenith.

“Then that just leaves Potions, Warding, and Healing,” said Harry. “Have you seen all your scores, Tristan?”

“Yeah, I had an A in all my classes,” said Tristan proudly.

“That’s great, Tristan,” said Harry happily, heading down the corridor to the potions classroom. He saw the posted scores and quickly found his name. “Well, I got a B in Potions, and that’s a lot better than I usually do in this subject.”

“I’m surprised you did that well with Grey as your partner,” muttered Tristan.

“I can’t complain too much. He certainly did make the class interesting,” said Harry ruefully, heading to the third floor to check his Healing and Warding grades. He was happy to find that he’d gotten an A in both of those classes, as well. Overall, he was very satisfied with his final scores.

“Where did Octavius run off too?” asked Harry curiously. He hadn’t seen the Shadow Demon all morning.

“He’s with Claudius,” said Zenith. “He said he would meet us in the dining hall for supper and then shadow us to the cottage.”

"Supper?" asked Harry, staring at Zenith in shock. "It's that late?"

"You needed time to recover, so we let you sleep as long as needed," said Zenith honestly.

As they headed toward the dining hall for supper, Harry saw Vera leaving the library. “Hey, Vera, how are you today?”

“Hello, Harry, I’m doing…” she said, her sentence trailing off when she got a good look at him. She suddenly smiled brightly and hugged the startled brunet. “You finally bonded with your three mates. I’m so happy for you.”

Harry blushed lightly and said, “Thanks, Vera.”

Vera smiled again before leveling a fierce glare on Tristan and Zenith. “You three had better take good care of my friend, or what I did to Silas will pale in comparison to what I do to you.”

Tristan scowled indignantly at the girl. “Like we would ever hurt, Harry. He’s our most precious treasure.”

“Keep it that way,” said Vera firmly.

Harry just smiled and asked, “Would you care to join us for supper, Vera?”

Vera shook her head regretfully. “I would love to, but I have to get to my portkey in fifteen minutes. Have a great summer, Harry, and I’ll see you in the fall. Bye.”

“Bye, Vera,” said Harry, watching the girl scamper off toward the Entrance doors.

They continued toward the dining hall, and Harry blinked in shock at he packed room. Zenith snickered at his expression and said, “The last meal before summer holidays is always this packed. It’s the last chance everyone has to meet up with their friends before the fall term.”

A shadow suddenly wrapped around Harry’s wrist. “I found Octavius,” he said dryly as he allowed the shadow to pull him across the room. He saw the Shadow Demon siting casually at an empty table, directing his shadows with a smug grin.

Octavius tugged the brunet closer and promptly pulled Harry into his lap. “Good afternoon, lovely. How do you feel today?”

“I’m fine, Octavius,” said Harry firmly. “And how are you today? Did you score well in all your classes?”

“I am absolutely perfect,” said Octavius, nuzzling against Harry’s neck. “And I got all A’s, of course. Did you expect otherwise?”

“Smug bastard,” said Harry half-heartedly.

“Are you ready to go home, or do you want to eat first?” mumbled Octavius against Harry’s throat.

Harry laughed softly as the vibrations of Octavius’ lips tickled him. “Honestly, I’d rather go on home. Remus’ cooking is much better than anything we can eat here.”

“Then let’s go.” The shadows quickly wrapped around all four of them, and they reappeared in their suite. Octavius gently nudged Harry toward his room. “Get packed, Harry.”

Harry flashed the other brunet a grin and hurried into his room, packing his trunk quickly. Once he was done, he searched his room carefully to make sure he hadn’t left anything behind and then shrank his trunk and placed it into his pocket. Walking out into the common room, he lifted Pyralis into his palms.

“Are you ready to meet the rest of my family, Pyralis?” asked Harry, stroking the phoenix’s bright red feathers.

Pyralis chirped and hopped up Harry’s arm to settle on the brunet’s shoulder, nuzzling Harry’s cheek affectionately with his beak.

Just then, Harry’s three mates walked out of their respective rooms, ready to go. Harry looked at Octavius and said, “We need to stop in the forest before we leave so I can pick up Shadow and Eclipse. That is, if they’re still willing to come with me.”

“Why wouldn’t they be?” asked Tristan curiously. “They’re your familiars, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but I think they’ve found themselves a mate. They’ve been spending a lot more time in the forest than usual lately. I guess we’ll see, though,” said Harry. “Are we ready?”

“Yep,” said Octavius, pulling Harry into his arms with a smug smirk. In an instant, the shadows surrounded them completely, transporting them into the forest.

Harry sniffed the air lightly and started walking deeper into the forest, following his kits’ scents. As he neared the source of the scent, he heard a warning growl from some nearby bushes. Harry saw Shadow’s muzzle peeking out from underneath one of the bushes and slowly knelt down on the ground.

“Come on, Shadow. You know there’s no reason to growl at me. I’m not going to hurt you,” said Harry patiently.

Shadow immediately crawled out from under the bush at the sound of his master’s voice, yipping happily. A moment later, Eclipse crawled out from under the bush, as well, rubbing against Harry’s thighs like a happy cat.

“Are you going to show me what you’re guarding?” asked Harry, petting the two kits lovingly.

Eclipse crawled partially under the bush and yipped softly. A few minutes later, a gorgeous white fox crawled out from under the bush with three tiny kits following after her.

“Oh, I knew you had found a mate,” said Harry happily. “They’re gorgeous.” One of the tiny kits crept closer to Harry, sniffing the air curiously. It was a cute little thing, solid white with a black stripe down its belly. When the kit reached Harry, it mewled pitifully, nudging its nose against the brunet’s leg. Harry looked at the kit’s mother as he slowly reached out to pet the little kit. However, as soon as Harry touched the kit, the kit turned its head and bit the brunet, lapping the droplet of blood that beaded on the skin. He drew his hand back in surprise, causing the kit to whinge pitifully once more.

Zenith chuckled softly. “It seems the little kit wants to be your familiar, Harry.”

“But, I-” Harry stopped when the white vixen stepped forward and nudged the kit toward Harry. He sighed softly and lifted the kit into his arms. “Okay, I’ll take care of your kit, but you better take care of Shadow and Eclipse for me, as well.”

The vixen yipped softly before herding the other two kits back under the bush.

Harry petted Shadow and Eclipse one last time and said, “I’ll miss you two, but I’m happy you’ve found a mate. Take care.”

With a sad yip, Shadow and Eclipse joined their mate under the bush.

Harry looked down at the kit in his arms. “I guess I need to come up with a name for you, you cheeky little bugger.” He checked the gender, finding out he had a vixen on his hands this time. “I think I’ll name you Yuki.”

“Doesn’t that mean ‘snow’ in Japanese?” asked Tristan.

“Yep,” said Harry with a firm nod. “It will contrast nicely with Pyralis’ name, since his name means ‘of fire.’”

“Are we ready now?” asked Octavius impatiently.

“We’re ready,” said Harry. Pyralis chirped in agreement. Yuki looked up at the phoenix curiously and yipped softly. However, Pyralis turned his beak up into the air and refused to even look at the kit. “Don’t be rude, Pyralis. Yuki’s part of the family now.” Pyralis grudgingly looked at the kit and chirped shortly. That was enough to satisfy Yuki, though, and she tucked her head in the crook of Harry’s arm and went to sleep.

Octavius shook his head at the interaction and pulled the shadows around all of them, transporting them to the cottage’s kitchen. However, they were met with startled shouts when they appeared in the room followed by joyful cries when the inhabitants realised exactly who had arrived.

“Harry, you’re here!” cried Hermione. She would have gotten up to hug the brunet, but she saw that he was cradling something in her arms, though she couldn't see what exactly.

“Wait! That’s Potter?” asked Draco, staring at his rival incredulously.

“Gorgeous, isn’t he? And the three with him are his suitors, Tristan, Octavius, and Zenith,” said Ginny in a soft whisper, pointing to each suitor as she named them.

“Mates, actually,” said Harry, overhearing the conversation.

“Mates!” cried Remus, glaring at the three teens who’d dared laid hands on his cub.

"Calm down, Remus. You knew it would happen sooner or later," said Bill soothingly.

"Yes, later. Much later," stressed Remus. "Harry still has a year of school left. What if they... I'm not ready to be a grandfather yet."

"Honestly, Remus, there are such things called contraceptive potions to prevent just that from happening. You better believe I took one of those before completing the courtship bond. I refuse to bring a child into the world while Voldemort is still out there just waiting for a chance to kill me," said Harry sensibly.

"Harry, is that a phoenix?" asked Hermione abruptly, catching sight of the tiny bird on Harry's shoulder. "And what are you holding?"

Harry held the kit in his arms up. "This is Eclipse's daughter, Yuki." He tilted his head slightly toward the phoenix. "And this is Pyralis, Fawkes' offspring. He brought his only egg to me just before he died." He placed Yuki on the floor to let her explore the cottage while Pyralis hopped off of Harry’s shoulder to perch on the back of Bill’s chair.

Hermione gasped in shock. "Fawkes is dead? Are you sure? I didn't think phoenixes could die."

"Nothing in this world is truly immortal, Hermione," said Bill softly. "And phoenixes are no exception." He looked at Harry. "Tell me what happened."

"Fawkes burst into flames, and then the ashes scattered into the air," said Harry sadly, remembering that sad day all too well. "But at least I have this little guy to remember him by."

"How terrible," said Hermione. "Dumbledore's betrayal was probably more than he could take."

"What I want to know is what the hell happened to Potter," Draco demanded, pointing at Harry accusingly.

"A magical creature inheritance, of course," said Harry. "I'm a Kitiara."

"No fucking way," said Draco.

"Language, young man," said Mrs. Weasley sternly.

"Unbelievable. Only Potter would inherit a creature inheritance that hasn't been seen in centuries," said Draco bitterly. "You just get everything, don't you?"

"Shut up, Malfoy. You're just jealous," shouted Ron angrily.

"Ron, calm down," hissed Hermione.

"I am not jealous of Potter, Weasel," snapped Draco.

"I'm jealous of Harry," said Ginny cheerfully. "Those three mates of his put all men to shame."

A loud cry suddenly brought silence to the kitchen, and a scowling Remus stood from the table. "Now look what you've done. You woke up, Gwen."

"I'll get her, Remus," offered Harry, already heading for the door. He hurried to the nursery, following the sound of Gwen's cries, and saw the baby flailing her little fists angrily. Harry picked Gwen up, and the child instantly quietened, staring at Harry in fascination. "Look at you. You've gotten so big."

Gwen squealed happily.

Harry smiled, leaning down to nuzzle the infant's cheek with his nose. Gwen giggled and grabbed Harry's hand in a little fist. Harry gently untangled his hair from her clutching fingers. "Are you ready to go see your daddies, Gwen? I bet Remus already has a bottle ready for you."

Gwen just cooed and settled comfortably in Harry's arms.

Harry carried Gwen back to the kitchen, pausing when the room instantly got silent at his presence. "Did I miss something?"

"You look surprisingly natural with a baby in your arms," said Ginny bluntly.

"Gwen certainly seems content," added Bill.

"I'll take her, dear. She's probably hungry by now," said Mrs. Weasley, reaching for Gwen. However, as soon as she tried to take the baby from Harry's arms, Gwen started wailing. Harry quickly pulled the baby closer to his body with an apologetic smile, and Gwen's cries stopped immediately.

"Looks like the tyke wants to stay right where she is," said Octavius. He walked up to Harry and used a small shadow to tickle the infant gently, getting a giggle for his efforts. “It’s hard to believe Grey sired this little beauty, though.”

“It is not. Grey is very handsome, and Gwen takes after him quite a bit,” said Harry, scowling at the other brunet. “I honestly don’t know why you and Tristan pick at him so much.”

“I just like to see him get all riled up,” said Octavius unapologetically.

“I don’t like the way he hangs all over you all the time,” muttered Tristan irritably. “The damn tiger needs to learn to keep his hands to himself.”

Gwen began to cry fitfully, and Harry crooked a finger at the bottle on the table, summoning it to him. The baby immediately latched onto the nipple as soon as it touched her lips, sucking down the milk greedily.

“Oh, please. Grey isn’t even really interested in me that way,” said Harry in exasperation.

“He’s definitely interested. He just knows that he has no chance with us around,” said Octavius arrogantly.

“Cocky bastard,” muttered Harry, levitating the empty bottle back to the table and gently burping Gwen. He then noticed the looks everyone was giving him. “What?”

“Did you babysit a lot during the summers, Harry?” asked Hermione curiously.

Harry stared at his friend incredulously. “You do remember what my relatives are like, don’t you? They told the whole neighbourhood I was a delinquent who attended St. Brutus’ Centre for Criminal Boys or whatever it’s called. No one would trust me to babysit their children.”

“Those bastards better hope I never find them,” growled Tristan softly.

“Way ahead of you there,” said Remus curtly. “They’re lucky I left them alive when I left that Merlin forsaken place.”

“Okay, different subject,” said Harry quickly. ”Remus, you’ll be happy to know that I did well in all of my classes this year, including Potions.”

“That’s great, Harry,” said Remus, smiling when Gwen echoed him with a happy squeal.

“Okay, it’s my turn to hold her. You’ve had her long enough, Harry,” said Ginny firmly, standing up and holding her arms out demandingly.

Harry obligingly handed the baby to Ginny, smirking at the girl when Gwen whimpered pitifully and reached her arms out to Harry. Ginny stuck her tongue out at Harry and cuddled Gwen close, tickling her under the chin. However, she didn’t get so much as a smile from the infant. Gwen’s bottom lip trembled, and then she started to scream.

Ginny huffed and handed Gwen back to Harry, scowling when the baby instantly stopped crying. “That’s just not fair. She was just fine with letting me hold her until Harry got here.”

“Can I try?” asked Zenith softly.

Harry smiled and placed Gwen in Zenith’s arms. Gwen stared at Zenith in utter fascination, snuggling comfortably in the Dracken’s arms. “It seems she likes you, too, Zenith.”

“So not fair,” muttered Ginny.

“Hey, she sees red hair every day. We’re new and fascinating to her,” said Harry reasonably. “Give it time. Soon enough we’ll be old news.”

Tristan tapped Zenith on the shoulder and held out his hands. Zenith handed Gwen over to the redhead, and Gwen cooed sweetly at him. Ginny scowled and pointed accusingly at Tristan.

“He’s a redhead. Why isn’t she screaming at him?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you, Ginny,” said Ron bluntly.

Octavius pulled Gwen into his arms, grinning when the baby squealed happily. “Just ignore the little harpy, sweetheart. You know who you like, and that’s all that matters.”

“Harpy!” screeched Ginny.

Harry sighed. “Enough, Tavi. Give Gwen to Remus, so we can get unpacked.” He turned to his guardian. “Will supper be ready soon? We left before eating, and I’m starving.”

Remus smiled at Harry as he took Gwen back from Octavius. “Supper should be ready in about thirty minutes. Go unpack and wash up.” Harry nodded and walked out of the kitchen. However, before Octavius, Tristan, and Zenith could follow, Remus stopped them. “As for you three, if you ever hurt Harry in any way, I’ll kill you in the slowest, most painful way imaginable.”

“Of course, we would expect nothing less,” said Zenith somberly.

“In fact, we would welcome it should that ever come to pass,” said Tristan truthfully.

“No worries, Remus,” said Octavius calmly. “Harry’s no pushover. He’ll keep us on the straight and narrow.”

Remus smirked at the Shadow Demon. “You should know best of all.” He moved out of the way, allowing them to pass. “Oh, and make sure to utilize Silence Charms. I may have to put up with the fact that Harry is mated to you three, but I don’t have to hear it.”

“Sure thing, Remus,” said Octavius cheerfully. “I’ll get on that right away. We’ve got thirty minutes to kill before supper, after all.”

Remus sighed and rubbed his forehead. Looking down at his daughter, he said, “You’ll wait until you’re thirty to date, right?”

“Keep wishing,” said Bill ruefully. “I have a feeling she’s going to be more of a handful than Harry is.”

“If that’s the case then I’m doomed,” said Remus dryly.
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