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Through the Veil and Back Again	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 77508 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (though someone could gift me a few of the men in it and I wouldn't complain) and make no money off of this.

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Chapter 24

Beta'd by the amazing Tenchi, who I couldn't work without anymore. Thanks, Tenchi!

Just a reminder of what's on my profile; reviews complaining or whinging about the lack 'o sex in stories will get deleted. If you want a smut-filled romp, you need to find another story to read.

Lying in bed the next morning, Harry was apprehensive. It was the morning after the final powers manifested and to hold off on anything else that might come from that, they were going to do the partial activation of the bond. It made sense to do it now and he understood why they were going to, it was just the idea of what they were going to do was all. Nothing more than that. Over the last few days he'd been bombarded with so much crap that he wasn't sure how much more he could take. So, hopefully, this would not only hold off more issues they didn't know about but wouldn't cause issues in and of itself with things they couldn't predict yet.
All three of them were naked. He had his back to Sirius' chest and his godfather had an arm draped over his waist. Lucius was in front of them with an arm slipped under both their heads so they were touching. As promised, the room was so dark that even if he opened his eyes, Harry couldn't see anything. There were noises of course, like from them when they shifted around, but nothing else. Though it helped, he was still very uptight about this.
Letting out a ragged sigh when Lucius sent the message through that he was going to start, Harry told him to go ahead, feeling Sirius hold him tighter, pressing his body closer to him. Not sure what to do or how to deal with this, Harry was wondering whether to put the block up to Sirius and just talk with Lucius or not. On one hand, it might be easier on him if he just dealt with Lucius. On the other, though, he would feel better if Sirius were 'there'. After a couple of moments of debate, he decided not to put the block up and let it go. He would deal with it from there.
Reaching down and starting to stroke his flaccid cock, trying to coax it to life, something not as easy as normal as this was fairly stressful, Lucius was surprised to feel the connection with Sirius still active. They noticed that morning that they could now easily directly communicate in a way they couldn't before. They all assumed that it had to do with what happened the night before. Not sure where to start with Harry, as it was easy to feel the anxiety rolling off him, not to mention feel how tense he was from where he was touching the young wizard, Lucius pondered that then launched in. “Nothing to worry about, Harry,” he imparted softly. Knowing that probably did exactly no good, he pressed on, “How about if we start with something simple then move on. Which do you like more; topping or bottoming?”
Trembling slightly, completely on edge, Harry told him, “It doesn't matter, honestly. I like both.”
“They each have their own merits,” Lucius admitted, still stroking his cock, pleased that it was starting to stiffen. Keeping his voice soft, he asked, “Which position do you favor?” Rather than use the names, he began to show images of them. First, he showed one of straight up missionary, putting Harry and Sirius in the positions as he did. The next one was doggy style. Then on their sides, much like the position they were in now. After that, it was reversed. After that, came Sirius sitting up with Harry straddling him, riding. Moving on, it was then Harry lying down with Sirius riding him. Though he knew more, some of them quite exotic, that's where he stopped.
Watching the images play out, Harry could tell they were brought on by imagination rather than something Lucius had seen because some details were missing as Lucius would have no way of knowing them. However, as he watched the images play out, some of the nervousness seemed to slip away. Chucking up the image of straight up missionary, with him wrapped around Sirius, kissing him, he said quietly, “That's my favorite. We haven't done some of those others so I don't know.”
“If you don't mind, why that one?” Lucius asked, focusing on the image that Harry had shown. It was far clearer than his imagination because the two had done it, which meant there were details that he didn't know in it. That helped.
Brow furrowed, Harry thought about it then said, slowly, “Because of the touching and closeness. I like that part. It makes it feel better.”
Paying attention, Sirius made sure he would remember that. He, too, was surprised that Harry hadn't cut the connection to him. Oh, he liked it, no doubt there, as it would give him something to work with when it came to Harry and what he liked, but he assumed that Harry would have disconnected from him. Holding his godson close, Sirius began to stroke up and down his chest, pressing tighter to his back. Watching the image play out, he felt the first stirrings of arousal on his end. That was something he wasn't going to try to hide as it would only help things later with this. Inclining his head, he kissed Harry on the shoulder and waited.
Stroking his now fully hard cock faster, Lucius began panting. Pressing tighter to Harry, though trying to keep his hips back so that what he was doing wasn't so obvious, thus unnerving the already uptight younger man more, he asked, “Of all the things you've encountered so far, what have you liked the most?” He thought wording the question that way was for the best so it could include everything.
That was an easy one for Harry, though he was embarrassed to show the image because he didn't want to embarrass Sirius with it. However, he chucked up the image of watching Sirius jerk off. He didn't know why that had turned him on so much, but it had. However, he wasn't going to say anything about it either. He figured the image would speak for itself on the matter.
Now, for Sirius, he hadn't known what answer to expect when it came to that question. He assumed because of the reactions he'd seen and felt, that it was something involved with the act. What Harry showed wasn't something he thought Harry would have really liked. Panting, his own cock now hard, he held Harry tighter then said telepathically, voice somewhat husky, “I like watching you do that as well. It's a huge bloody turn on.” Letting his hand drift down, he combed his fingers through the thatch of Harry's pubic hair, letting them brush lightly against his cock, pleased to feel that Harry was mostly hard. Because he knew that Lucius couldn't see, he grabbed hold of it and began to stroke it slowly. Though Harry stiffened up, he didn't pull away, something that pleased Sirius. While doing that, he chucked up the mental image of what he was doing for Lucius. He figured that might help move things along a little faster.
Biting his bottom lip, Harry moaned at the touch. Though he was apprehensive about the fact Lucius could 'see' what Sirius was doing, it felt good.
Paying attention to the visuals he was getting from Sirius, Lucius moaned loudly, hand moving faster. That was definitely good and motivational. Eyes screwed tightly shut, he began to chuck up images of what he was doing, hoping that helped both of them and put Harry at ease.
Just paying attention to the two visuals he was getting from them, Harry panted heavily, feeling his cock start to throb. Though it was slightly embarrassing, he was aroused enough that it didn't matter. Shifting slightly, he reached behind him, though it was somewhat awkward, and grasped Sirius' cock then began to stroke it.
Moaning when Harry touched him, Sirius moved them around slightly to where Harry was leaning back a little, making it easier on him to get hold of his cock. Eyes tightly shut, he began to run through several images of what he and Harry had done up to that point, focusing on the ones where he had gotten the best reaction from the young man, hoping that helped. He didn't think that Lucius would be able to focus much more on asking anything, so it was best for him to motivate all of them.
Panting heavily, teeth gritted, Lucius hand was working faster on his cock. Oh, this was great motivation! Better than just talking to Harry. It was quite erotic, almost like having a seat while the act had taken place. When Sirius paused for a couple of moments, presumably to change scenes, Lucius slid a visual of his own in place, that of the act Harry had been so confused about and hadn’t understood how it was done. What he showed was Harry on his back in the position he had said he liked best with Lucius fucking him slowly. Sirius was behind him, fucking him roughly. Oh yes, that was most certainly something he wanted to try in the future!
Watching the scene play out, Harry now got the way the act was done and actually liked the idea. There was something appealing about it. Panting himself, he moaned a little louder and shook as Sirius brought him close to the edge with his hand.
Thrusting into Harry's hand as he knew his godson was having problems with the position they were in, Sirius said, “Oh, yeah, I wanna try that bit, that's for damned sure.”
Shifting the image slightly, Lucius visualized himself sucking Harry's cock while Sirius fucked him. Throwing his head back, panting loudly he grunted as his hand was a blur on his cock. Moaning Harry and Sirius' name, he then came, splattering Harry's chest. While still riding the euphoria of the orgasm, he reached out with a trembling hand and was able to trace the runes he needed quickly. Almost immediately, he felt something solidify. Flopping back when done, he panted heavily.
Hearing Lucius' moan then feeling him touch him after he felt the man's cum splatter on his chest, Harry grunted softly then came, hand tightening on Sirius' cock as he did.

Teeth gritted, Sirius thrust faster then came with a soft cry. Holding Harry tightly to him as his body rocked and pulsed, he panted, eyes screwed tightly shut. Grinning a little, thankful when he felt something take hold and that Harry hadn't freaked out on them, he stammered, “Yeah, that was good!”
“It was,” Lucius agreed with a nod, though he knew the two couldn't see him. “And I believe it worked. How much that will help, I don't know, but it should assist some.”
“Hopefully, it's all manageable now,” Sirius said, trying to catch his breath, Holding Harry close, he chuckled then said, “And I ain't moving for shite for a while.”

“I agree there,” Harry said softly, grinning a little himself. That was intense as it was the first time he had done that. Plus, with what he was feeling, he just wanted to stay put for a while.
“You'll hear no grousing from me,” Lucius said, lying there still panting.

Standing at the sink, Harry was brushing his teeth after he finished his shower. He was just in his sleep pants for now. Sirius was already done and in the other room getting dressed. Lucius was in the shower at the moment. One of the elves had delivered the message that Snape was here and wanted to talk to them, so the plan was to see what he wanted then have that lot fill them in on just what the bloody hell was really going on. From there, they would work with whatever it was.
Spitting a mouth full of toothpaste out, Harry went back to brushing but his brow furrowed when he felt that strange creeping sensation that he had that one night when the snake first 'talked' to him. Shaking his head, glancing down, his eyes widened when he looked at his stomach. He hadn't expected anything to be there, but there was now a very realistic snake-like tattoo that seemed to be slithering up his chest. Straightening up, he watched it, fascinated and unnerved, as it slithered up his body. When the head of it was on his neck just under his chin, it looked at him in the mirror and unfurled its wings. Opening its mouth, it said hello to him. That’s when he panicked and began to scream for Sirius through the connection.
Giving a hissy chuckle, the snake said, “No reason to panic, Harry. I'm with you this way until I find my new body. It's fine. As you partially activated the bond, you can now see me as well as hear me speak. Lucius and Sirius can also hear me, most times anyway.” Slithering up, it put its head next to Harry's ear, like it was going to whisper into it then said, “Unless I do this. Then only you can.”
Nodding, completely unnerved, Harry didn't know what to say but stammered out, “Can everyone else see you as well?”

“If I let them,” the snake said, coiling around his body, wings unfurled with his head resting on Harry's shoulder. “If it's someone we don't want seeing me, I'll hide. Don't worry.”
Looking up as Sirius came barreling in, dressed only in his pants and still barefoot, Harry just looked at him, eyes wide, not sure what to say.
Stopping cold, Sirius stared at Harry's chest and what looked like a very realistic moving tattoo then muttered, eyes wide, “Bloody fucking hell!” Shaking his head, he shouted for Lucius. Stepping closer, he said, “This is the snake from the vision.”
“Oh yes, I was once Merlin's familiar,” the snake told him, chuckling slightly as Sirius began to stammer when he heard him. “Nothing to worry about, Sirius, I'm not here to cause harm.”
Rubbing a hand over his face, Sirius just looked at the snake, not sure what to say. Finally shaking his head, he snorted then said, “More strangeness.” Looking up when Lucius, who was wide-eyed and wrapped in only a towel, stepped into the room, he then looked back at the snake and said, “I think I may make an exception and drink beer for breakfast because this can't herald anything good for the rest of the day.”
Jaw slack as he stared at the moving tattoo, Lucius just shook his head not sure what to say. He then began to stammer when the snake said hello. “Merlin,” was all he was finally able to mutter.
Looking over his shoulder into the mirror behind him, Harry watched as the snake's coils moved slightly as the—he didn't even know what to call it, shifted around. Not sure what to do or say here, he finally asked, “Well, what's your name? If we're going to talk, I would like to call you something besides snake.”
“That you get to choose, Harry. Each Seer chooses a name for me. Pick something and that's what I'll go by,” the snake told him, wings wrapping around the young man.
Not sure what to call the snake, Harry finally said, “Sir Hiss.” Shaking his head, he added, “It's all I can think of and from a cartoon. Sorry.”
“Rather amusing,” the snake chuckled. “Sir Hiss it is! It sounds like a very British name to me and is titled. I have no problems with such a moniker.”
Nodding, Harry looked between Lucius and Sirius then stated, “I know I'm underage, but I want something to drink as well. This is--” trailing off, he just shrugged.
Watching the moving tattoo, Sirius glanced at the still wide-eyed Lucius then back to Harry and snorted then said, “I think we can ignore your age for once. Bloody hell! Either that, or Snape needs to come up with something calming because this is not the way to start a day.”

Standing there, eyes buggy in appearance, Severus was staring at the moving snake tattoo, or whatever it was, shaking his head. Oh, he had seen magical tattoos before, but none of them moved like this. It was—he didn't know what it was.
“Can you hear what he's saying?” Sirius asked, looking around.
Stammering, Remus said, eyes wide, “I can see its mouth moving, but hear nothing.”
“Then only we can hear him talk,” Lucius said, looking at the snake that appeared to be whispering in Harry's ear. Right now, he couldn't hear anything it was saying.
“You can hear it and understand what it says?” Severus asked to clarify, glancing at the young man without the shirt and hearing him hiss to the snake.
“Clearly,” Sirius said with a firm nod.
Brow furrowed, Harry looked at Sir Hiss then around at the others and said, “There is something else he says he can do. Hang on.” Putting a palm flat on the table, he waited to see if the snake could do what he said. Then his eyes widened as the snake crawled down his arm and seemingly off to manifest a ghostly type shape on the table until it was coiled there, completely free from his body.
Coiling there, the snake said, “I can only do this for short periods of time, but it'll allow me to check out something or do a task of some sort.”
Looking at the ghost-like snake on the table, Sirius gave a short shake of his head and said, “Beer. I need a beer. And no one, anywhere, better say one damned word about me drinking at breakfast. Because I have a feeling this is going to get worse when you lot start talking.”
Giving an amused chuckle then slithering back up onto Harry, Sir Hiss said, “Calm down, Sirius. It's unnerving now, but you'll get used to me.”
“Be that as it may, I want a beer,” Sirius said firmly, plopping down on the bench and putting his head in his hands. Without moving them, he said, “Once we eat, start filling us in. If it's going to involve anything at all strange or is going to set me off, someone needs to hand over something calming. Because I can't take much more of this shite.”
After putting his shirt back on, Harry took a seat by Sirius and leaned against him then said, grinning a little, “Makes two of us.”
Still staring at Potter, though he couldn't see the snake anymore, Severus shook his head. Oh, this was just more oddness none of them needed.

Shaking his head after everyone finished their explanation of why Lucius and Narcissa were there then what was really going on, Harry then glanced at Sirius before looking across the table to an off-kilter Remus. Quietly, he said, “Look, I get what the vision said and I know you're not lying. I could tell if you were by now. Just—this isn't easy. Consider who you're talking about. He killed my parents. Before you say it, I get that Dumbledore is no better. This just plain isn't easy to accept here.”
“That we understand,” Severus told him firmly, trying to keep a mild tone. “What he proposes is this; talk to him through the link. He won't initiate contact. You do that. Once you do, you can work from there. As you said, you can tell if he's lying. If what all of you imparted about that vision is correct, this is who is supposed to help you. We all understand that this is going to take time to build trust. It'll be up to you to start that.”
“We think, at this juncture, he's going to be the best option to get all of you out and keep you safe,” Lucius said, looking around. “We might be able to manage if we find something, somewhere, to hole up in. If we can't, he can. It won't be comfortable, we know that, but it's better than what we have now. And it'll be temporary until we can find a permanent solution. He's not going to hurt any of you. You have all our words on that.”
“Just give us some time to let this settle,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “That's a lot to deal with, on many levels.”
“We understand completely,” Narcissa told him gently. “He's been desperately trying to help us with what's going on. Lucius won't let anything happen to you. His plan since this started was to protect all of you.” Glancing at Remus, she added, “And Remus can come along as well. Just—work with the situation and we'll go from there. I swear, we'll help all we can and answer any questions you have. Just give it a chance.”
“Let us work with it, talk it over then I'll let Harry decide what to do. It's him that has the connection there. When he thinks he can, he'll deal from there,” Sirius said, looking around. Seeing nods, he then said, “It's Harry's call. We'll go from there when he says.” Sighing, he added, “And I can take no more today. That's enough. Between all this and last night, no more. We leave it alone unless it's something we have to deal with.”

“I think we all need some time to calm down,” Severus said honestly. “I'll fill the other party in and get the memory from Lucius. We'll then work from there and see if he sees anything we need to worry about. Just remember; any questions at all, ask. We'll fill you in.”
“Fine,” Sirius snorted. “Harry and I are going to do some flying. The rest of you lot are welcome to join us as long as you bring out nothing strange and don't dump more shite on us. That we can't take.” Nudging his godson, getting him to move, Sirius then headed out. Oh, this wasn't going to be a good day. He and Harry needed to talk then he had to get with Remus. They'd figure something out, he just didn't know what.
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