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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Unwanted Bonds
Chapter 24
Harry made his way down to the lake where he had agreed to meet Hermione for lunch; he was running a little late due to the fact that Blaise and Draco had wanted him to get more rest as he was in fact still recovering. Harry felt fine though, and he wanted the chance to talk with Hermione and, given that he had been unconscious for most of the two weeks since that day in the Owlery, maybe get a little more information about what exactly had happened with Ron.
Harry was halfway across the grounds when he saw her standing next to one of the large rocks; smiling, he walked a little faster, ready to call out to get her attention when he saw someone else with her. The person had been sitting half-hidden by the rock and Harry only saw the flash of red hair before the person was mostly hidden from sight again. Harry bit his lower lip, slowing his pace down again. He could only assume that the person by the lake with Hermione was in fact Ron. As much as Harry wanted to see the red-head, he was still more than a little worried about talking with him.
Hermione looked up. Spotting Harry, she smiled before hurrying over to him, meeting him halfway. "I was wondering if Malfoy and Zabini were actually going to let you out of your room at all," Hermione said.
Harry blushed as he remembered what Hermione had interrupted and shook his head. “They wanted me to get some more rest but I feel fine; as long as I don't stay out too long, they probably won't come hunting me down,” Harry said, only half joking.
“They really do seem to care about you.” Hermione smiled. She had been really worried about Harry when she found out about the bond, and that worry had only grown when she saw how Draco had been treating her friend; but ever since the blond Slytherin had stopped blocking the bond, things really had gotten a lot better for Harry.
Harry smiled as well nodding his head once. “I really like them, Hermione. It seems really weird that I should like them as much as I do...”
“It's not weird to be happy, Harry,” Hermione said.
“It is for me,” Harry said with a shrug, his eyes drifting to look at something past Hermione's shoulder. The bushy-haired girl turned around and saw that Ron was now standing where she had been before. She looked back at Harry.
"I convinced Ron that he should really talk to you,” Hermione explained. “I think you should talk to him as well,” Hermione insisted.
"I'm still not sure about everything that happened,” Harry admitted, turning his attention away from Ron to look back at Hermione, hoping that she would give him a bit more information before he agreed to talk to the red-head.
“He was under the Imperious curse,” Hermione explained.
“I know that much, 'mione, I just... how much of what he said and did was because of the curse?” Harry questioned. “The fight we had at Halloween, that was before he was under the curse...” Harry trailed off when Hermione shook her head.
“No it wasn't. McLaggen had Ron under the curse since September," Hermione said. Harry frowned glancing over towards Ron again, the red head was watching them, and Harry sighed.
“I'm still not really sure about this, 'mione,” Harry said softly. Though he could at least admit to himself that the reason he was apprehensive about talking to Ron was because he was worried that maybe Ron really did hate him, and that it hadn't been because of the Imperius curse. After all, they had spent a good part of their fourth year fighting as well.
“Just try talking, okay?” Hermione said and Harry nodded. Taking a deep breath, he walked the rest of the way down to the lake, stopping a few feet away from Ron.
“Hey,” Ron greeted and Harry nodded a greeting back. Neither boy seemed sure about what they should say; even though Harry was standing there with multiple questions running through his mind, he didn't think it was right to ask any of them at the moment.
“So, did anyone tell you what happened?” Ron asked and Harry nodded again.
“Yeah, Hermione gave me the quick version of it,” Harry said, looking over his shoulder to where Hermione was standing a few feet away, watching them.
“She gave me the quick version of what's been happening with you too.” Ron sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, mate, for what it's worth, I never meant any of what I said,” Ron said, when Harry turned to look at him again.
“I know... it's just... it's a bit hard, you know?” Harry bit his lower lip when Ron nodded. “I mean, I know it wasn't you, I know you were under the Imperius.” Harry sighed. “I do blame myself for Cedric, and hearing you blame me... it made it all that much more real to me,” Harry explained.
Ron looked out at the lake. “I suppose curse or not, things can't really go back to the way they were?”
“Probably not,” Harry said apologetically. “We can still be friends though.” Harry found that he really did still want to be friends with Ron, even if it might take a bit of time to get over what happened. Ron had been his first friend ever, and that had to count for something.
Ron gave him a half smile and nodded. “So, Malfoy and Zabini?” he asked teasingly.
Harry nodded. “It's complicated.”
“Not really; Hermione told me it was a signature bond,” Ron said, looking at Harry when the smaller boy nodded his head. “Things like that, they always happen for a reason. At least that's what Mum always told me,” Ron said with a small shrug of his shoulder, seeming not bothered by the fact that his best friend was with two Slytherins, one who had been Harry's school rival.
“I honestly haven't been doing any more research into it; we found out what the bond was and I kind of left it at that. Though that's mostly because things have been more than a little crazy,” Harry admitted
“You can say that again, I think this can definitely go down as the weirdest school year that we've had so far.” The red-head chuckled and Harry laughed, nodding his agreement.
“I knew from the moment that I got my Hogwarts letter that my life was never going to be normal, I never really expected things to get this crazy though,” Harry admitted.
“Still better than your relatives though,” Ron pointed out and Harry didn't know if he could fully agree with that statement but he nodded his head anyway, reminding himself that once Voldemort was gone things would be better.
Harry and Ron stayed by the lake through the whole lunch break until Hermione came over, reminding Ron that they had to get to his next class. Harry promised that he would talk to the red-head again soon and when Ron was dragged off by Hermione, Harry turned his attention back out towards the lake. He thankfully didn't have to go to class until the following day, as he was technically still recovering from his magical outburst from two weeks ago.
Even though it was still chilly outside, Harry didn't want to go back up to the castle just yet and so, pushing himself to his feet, he decided to just walk around the lake for a little while and let his mind wander.
He thought about his growing relationships with Blaise and Draco; even though the whole thing still confused him, Harry found that he was in fact growing very attached to the two Slytherins. And even though he was a little scared, he had decided that he didn't want to give this up. The only thing he really had to do now was tell his Godfather. Harry was sure that Sirius wasn't going to be too happy to find out that not only was his Godson bonded to two Slytherins, but dating them now as well.
Harry just added that to the list of other things he had to talk to Sirius about. He had avoided writing, or using the mirror he got for Christmas. He missed his Godfather but Harry knew that Sirius would be asking him again about the Dursleys. The thought made him uncomfortable but after talking to Snape, Harry was confident that he might be able to tell Sirius a little bit about the muggle family; the question that Harry didn't want to answer was why he had never told anyone before because that was an answer that Harry didn't have for himself.
Letting out a long sigh, Harry wrapped his arms around himself, regretting not having brought a cloak with him and started to make his way back up to the castle; he had been outside long enough and he was starting to get cold.

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Harry was feeling more than a little tired when he finally made it back to his dorm; waking up as early as he had, and the emotional swing he had been on since then, he decided to lay down for a few hours, hoping that he wouldn't feel quite so drained when he woke up.
Harry felt as if he had just fallen asleep when he was suddenly jerked awake; sitting up quickly, wondering what had just woken him up, only to feel a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively Harry pulled away from that hand.
"It's just me, Harry," Blaise said, smiling when the smaller boy blinked up at him.
"Blaise?" Harry frowned, reaching for his glasses and slipping them on. "What time's it?" Harry said through a yawn.
"It's just passed six. Draco and I were just about to head down to the Great Hall for dinner," Blaise said, chuckling when Harry yawned again.
"Kay," Harry answered, laying back down on his bed looking as if he had every intention of going back to sleep.
"You're coming with us, Harry," Blaise said and Harry cracked open an eye to look at the tan boy.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because there isn't any reason for you not to, and I also know that you haven't eaten anything all day," Blaise pointed out and Harry frowned at him again.
"I met Hermione for lunch," Harry reminded the Italian.
"Yes, but you didn't eat then did you?" Blaise questioned. "Draco and I know that you were talking to Weasley. No, we weren't spying on you," Blaise said quickly before Harry could say anything. "Theodore told us that he saw you down by the lake with Granger and Weasley,"
“Okay, but how do you know I haven't eaten anything?” Harry raised an eyebrow at Blaise.
Blaise shrugged his shoulder. “Okay, maybe I don't know for sure, but I have noticed your eating habits, and the fact that you've been rather stressed today is a good indication that you most likely haven't eaten; and, even if you have, it wasn't much,” Blaise said and Harry sighed closing his eyes.
“I just haven't been hungry,” Harry said.
“You don't have to eat a whole lot, but please come with us and at least get something to eat? Even if it's only half a sandwich or something,” Blaise tried to compromise; it was one of the things that really worried the tan boy, how little Harry actually ate.
Harry let out a long sigh before sitting back up. “Alright. I'm really not hungry though, so don't get mad if all I do is have a bite of toast or something,” Harry said before standing up.
Blaise nodded his agreement. “I promise, no forcing you to eat. Though I hope you will eat more than one bite of toast,” Blaise said, leading Harry out to the common room where Draco was waiting for them. The blond boy smiled at the two of them.
“And here I thought we would have to drag you along with us,” Draco said, looking at Harry.
“Why waste the energy dragging him, when either of us could easily just carry him?” Blaise questioned.
“I agreed to go, so no one's carrying me,” Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh really?” Draco raised an eyebrow at the smaller boy smirking taking half a step forward, laughing when Harry darted behind Blaise.
Blaise laughed as well as he glanced over his shoulder. “You can't just use me as a human shield for free you know,” Blaise said.
Harry frowned up at Blaise. “You'd just stand there and let Draco carry me around?” Harry asked and Blaise turned so he was now facing Harry.
“Of course not,” Blaise was smirking as well, before he bent slightly and lifted Harry up easily. “Not when I could be the one to carry you.” Blaise said, laughing when Harry cried out, wrapping his arms tightly around Blaise's neck.
“Don't drop me!” Harry yelled, making Blaise and Draco laugh harder.
“I wouldn't drop you,” Blaise promised. “But this way Draco won't be carrying you around,”
“I don't want anyone to carry me around! Put me down,” Harry demanded and Blaise smirked at him again.
“What will you give me if I agree to put you down?” Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow at the smaller boy in his arms.
Harry chewed on his lower lip for a moment, looking from Blaise and down to the floor, his cheeks gaining a little bit of color as he mumbled something that Blaise couldn't hear.
“Didn't quite catch that.” Blaise said, but instead of receiving another verbal answer Harry lifted his head leaning up and pressed his lips to Blaise's. The tan boy tightened his hold on Harry, responding and taking control of the kiss quickly. Harry broke the kiss giving Blaise a small smile.
“Was that supposed to convince me to let you go?” Blaise asked, chuckling softly.
“Kind of, maybe... If you put me down I promise to kiss you again?” Harry said, then found himself on his feet again looking up at the tan boy. Smiling, he leaned up to reward Blaise with a chaste kiss; though he pulled away before Blaise could make it into something more.
“If you two are quite finished, I am actually very hungry and would like to go and eat now,” Draco said, Harry turned to look at the blond boy and smiled.
“Alright, let's go get dinner,” Harry agreed, following Draco out, quickening his steps so he could walk next to Draco. Harry couldn't help but smile when he felt the blond boy take his hand. Even if he was nervous about eating in the Great Hall, Harry knew things would be fine as long as he had Blaise and Draco with him.
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The three boys entered the Great Hall, Draco holding one of Harry's hands, Blaise holding the other. Both boys started leading Harry over towards the Slytherin table before Harry pulled his hands away from the two of them.
“If I'm going to eat in here, I want to eat with my friends,” Harry said, looking over towards the Gryffindor table. Blaise and Draco looked at each other and Harry rolled his eyes. “You wanted me to eat in here, so I will, but I'm not sitting over there.” Harry nodded towards the table Blaise and Draco had been about to take him to.
“Alright, as long as you actually eat something,” Blaise said.
“Hermione won't let me leave the table until I have eaten at least a little bit,” Harry assured the tan boy before he turned and hurried over to the table of red and gold, sitting next to a surprised Hermione, and across from a grinning Fred and George. Looking around the table Harry frowned.
“Where's Ron?” Harry asked looking at Hermione then over at the twins.
“Hiding in Gryffindor tower; he's gotten almost as bad as you when it comes to eating,” Hermione said with a small sigh and Harry frowned.
“Is it really that bad?” Harry asked, looking over at Fred and George.
“We would be more worried if we hadn't seen him smuggling food out of the kitchen earlier,” George said with a shrug.
“We're going to leave him be for a few more days but, if he's still being stupid, we're going to have someone come and talk some sense back into him... not that our baby brother had much sense to begin with,” Fred said with a grin. Harry nodded, deciding that he should maybe try and talk to Ron again soon.
“It's really good to see you in here during meal time,” Hermione said. “Are you actually here to eat this time? Or do you need to drag me off because you're having another love life crisis?” Hermione asked, turning slightly to look at where Blaise and Draco were seated at the Slytherin table.
“They dragged me here to eat dinner,” Harry informed his friend, who nodded and started filling up his plate with some of his favorite foods, and thankfully stayed away from anything that might be to greasy.
“I'm assuming you haven't eaten much today. I let it slide during lunch since you were talking to Ron, but you've got to eat something now,” she ordered placing the plate down in front of Harry, who smiled at her.
“Thanks, 'mione,” Harry said before he started eating. He didn't pay attention to anyone else in the Great Hall, even though he could feel hundreds of eyes on him, watching him as he ate and talked with Hermione and the twins. He was so focused on ignoring everything else around him that Harry didn't notice the owl until it had landed right in front of him, nearly knocking over his pumpkin juice. Blinking at the unfamiliar owl, Harry reached to remove the letter it was carrying.
“Strange time to be getting an owl,” George commented as the owl took off after stealing some food from Harry's plate.
“Who's the letter from?” Fred asked curiously.
“Snuffles,” Harry said as he stared at the envelope. The only writing on it was his own name but Harry had been looking at his Godfathers writing for nearly two years now and so easily recognised it. “I think I'm going to go back to my room to read this,” Harry said, quickly excusing himself from the table and hurrying out of the Great Hall, the letter clutched in his hand. He didn't even look to see if Blaise and Draco were following him, knowing that they wouldn't be far behind after his hasty exit.
Harry ran all the way back to his rooms. He knew he shouldn't be worried that something was wrong with Sirius because he was sure that if something was wrong then Dumbledore would have told him, but Harry couldn't shake the fear that something might have happened. Once he was safe inside his room, Harry ripped open the letter; the only thing written there was “Use the mirror.” Harry's frown deepened, throwing the letter onto his bed before he started digging around for the mirror that Sirius had given him for Christmas.
His heart was hammering in his chest while his mind came up with all sorts of things that could be wrong. Sirius obviously hadn't been captured because that had been his hand writing. Maybe something had happened to Remus, but if that were the case Harry didn't know why Dumbledore hadn't told him.
“Harry?” Draco's voice called as he entered the common room. Harry heard footsteps coming down the hall but he ignored them and continued looking for his mirror; thinking it might have fallen under the bed at some point, the small boy crawled halfway under, searching, pulling out a couple sweaters, a robe, a tie, a small box and a book. Growling in annoyance when he didn't find it, Harry moved then to his trunk, pulling things out and tossing them.
“Harry? What in Merlin's name are you doing?” Draco asked as he watched the smaller boy from the doorway as Harry came out from under the bed and dove into his trunk, throwing things around.
“I'm looking for the mirror that Sirius gave me for Christmas!” Harry said and Draco sighed, moving over to wrap his arms around Harry.
“Harry, you have to calm down, I don't think you'd be able to handle it if your magic goes out of control again,” Draco said but Harry shrugged his arms off, turning to look at the blond boy.
“Sirius sent me a letter, it just said to use the mirror, and I can't find it anywhere! What if something happened to him? Or to Remus?” Harry asked and Draco sighed.
“Harry, please calm down. Your mirror is in your desk drawer, I put it there so it wouldn't get broken,” Draco said, sighing when Harry sprang to his feet, hurrying over to the desk pulling open every drawer until he found the mirror.
“Sirius? Sirius are you there?” Harry asked looking into the mirror. For a moment there was nothing, and Harry felt like something was squeezing his chest, before he saw his Godfather's face appear.
“It's about time you got around to calling me,” Sirius said with a grin. Seeing his Godfather, and seeing him smiling, Harry felt all his fear leave him so quickly that he just sank to the floor.
“Sirius... you're okay,” Harry said. Sirius blinked in confusion.
“Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?” the older man asked.
“Perhaps because you sent Harry a letter telling him to use the mirror, and nothing else. No explanation at all,” Draco said as he came over to Harry. “You just nearly scared Harry half-to-death,” Draco snapped.
“You're really okay?” Harry asked before Sirius could start an argument with Draco.
“I'm fine, kiddo, it's you I've been worried about,” Sirius said and Harry blinked.
“Why me?” Harry asked, looking confused and Draco rolled his eyes as he realised what this was most likely about.
“Harry, did it occur to you that Dumbledore might have informed your Godfather that you were unconscious in the hospital wing for two weeks?” Draco asked and Harry looked from the mirror to Draco and back again, his eyes going wide.
“Dumbledore did tell me about that," Sirius confirmed. "He explained what happened, and he contacted me yesterday to tell me that you were awake. However, due to school being back in session I am not allowed to visit you. And considering you haven't used the mirror once since I gave it to you, I thought I would just send you a letter and tell you to use it. This way I can just see for myself that you're actually okay,” Sirius explained and Harry sighed slowly getting to his feet and moving to sit on his bed.
“I'm fine, Sirius, everything is going fine now,” Harry said.
Draco stood back, watching Harry talk to his Godfather through the mirror. Shaking his head, the blond looked around the room at the mess that Harry had made; knowing that the smaller boy wouldn't be cleaning things up properly, Draco took out his wand and started levitating things, neatly packing them into Harry's trunk, glancing over at the smaller boy every now and then.
There was a knock on the door and Draco looked over to see Blaise sanding there. “He's fine,” Draco said closing the lid to Harry's trunk once everything was off the floor and put in there safely. “He's catching his Godfather up on everything that's been happening,” Draco explained as he walked over to stand in front of Blaise, who sighed.
“Suppose we should let Harry have some privacy then,” Blaise said, looking over towards the bed where Harry was holding the mirror. “Harry,” Blaise said, catching the smaller boy's attention, “Draco and I will be in our room if you need us,” the tan boy informed him and Harry smiled and nodded.
“I'm sorry for running out of the Great Hall like that,” Harry said and Blaise chuckled.
“Not your fault that that idiot gave you a heart attack,” Draco said ignoring the glare that Harry sent his way. “Don't forget, we're back in class again first thing in the morning,” the blond boy reminded Harry, who sighed and nodded; waiting until the door was closed, Harry turned his attention back to Sirius.
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Harry sat at his desk in the potions classroom, Draco seated next to him as they both waited for Snape to start the lesson. It was still strange for Harry to be the only two people in the classroom but he was still grateful that Draco had decided to still wake up ungodly-early to sit and brew a potion. Or in Harry's case, fail to brew a potion; though Harry decided he was only doing this bad today due to the fact that he had only gotten a couple hours of sleep, after staying up until nearly three in the morning talking to Sirius.
“I would think, being one of two people in this class, Mr. Potter, that you would have been able to focus enough to brew an acceptable potion,” Snape sneered as he glared into the cauldron that Harry had been using. “Useless,” Snape said, waving his wand to banish the mess before looking at Harry, who had lowered his head, his fists clenched in his lap.
Snape sighed, pinching the brim of his nose. “I was not talking about you, Mr. Potter; the potion could not be saved and therefore it was useless.”
Harry nodded his head slowly but made no comment about what Snape had said; it was nice to have the Potions professor clarify what he had been referring to but the comment still stung. “I really don't know why I can't get this, I swear that I'm following the instructions.” Harry looked up at his potions professor, who sighed.
“Clearly you are not. All the instructions that you need are written there. You have a problem with staying focused on what you are doing,” Snape informed him. Harry wanted to argue but Draco cut him off.
“I think he's right about that one, Harry,” Draco said, not wanting to make Harry feel as if it was two against one. “You don't concentrate, at least not the way you should. It's why you had so much trouble with Occlumency. When brewing a potion you have to have one hundred percent of your focus on the potion and what you are doing. If you let your mind wander, even for a moment, you can stir the potion a quarter turn to much, add a little bit extra of one ingredients, or even leave it on the burner for a moment to long; all of those factors can add up and that is what ruins a potion,” Draco explained and Harry looked from him up to Snape.
“Mr. Malfoy is correct. You need to learn to focus on what you are doing; until you are able to do that, I am afraid you will only be mediocre at potions,” Snape said, turning and heading back over to his desk.
Harry clenched his fists again. He wanted to be angry about what Snape had just said but he couldn't argue that the man hadn't been right. He had been letting his mind wander, and even Draco knew it too. Looking over at the Potions master, Harry sighed. “Should I try and make the potion again?” Harry asked, frowning before adding, “Sir.”
Snape raised an eyebrow at him. “No, I do not think that will be necessary. Spend the rest of this lesson writing an essay about what mistakes you believed that you made to ruin your potion,” Snape said, lowering his head to continue correcting the stack of papers that he had on the desk in front of him. Harry let out a frustrated sigh but got his parchment out anyway; it really was pointless to argue with the man.
The rest of the class went by fairly quickly and soon Draco was packing up his things ready to go get breakfast with Harry, as neither of them had had time that morning. But, before the boys could leave the room, Snape called for them to wait. Draco paused, looking curiously at his Godfather, while Harry went a shade paler; he had been expecting for Snape to hold him after class. Black eyes looked up and locked with Harry's green ones and the small boy knew what was coming before Snape had even spoken.
“Mr. Potter, I wish for you to return to my office later tonight at seven, we have more things we need to discuss,” Snape said.
“I... is it really necessary, sir?” Harry asked, biting on his lower lip.
“Unless you have found someone else to talk to, then yes, it is necessary,” Snape informed him and Harry sighed.
“If I don't want to talk about it anymore?” Harry questioned.
“I have already told you why talking about it is important, I have also given you a list of people you may talk to other than myself,” Snape said watching Harry as the small boy glanced over at Draco, who had remained silent. “If you wish for Draco to be here as well, you may bring him along. But you will be here at seven tonight.”
Sighing Harry nodded his head slowly. “Yes, sir,” he said, grabbing his bag and leaving the room, pausing at the door when Draco didn't move to follow him.
“Uncle Severus.” Draco waited until he had Snape's attention. “Promise me, no matter what, that you're not going to hurt Harry again.” Draco did trust his Godfather but the blond could still remember how much pain Harry had been in when Snape had pushed the smaller boy too far. And even though Harry had talked to the professor alone since then, Draco wanted the promise from his Godfather regardless.
“That is not a promise I can make, Draco,” Snape said, looking at his godson. “It had not been my intention to hurt him last time either; accidents happen. I can promise, however, that I will do my best not to hurt him like that again,” Snape said.
Draco nodded once, knowing that was the best promise he could possibly get from Snape. Turning, Draco smiled at Harry, before taking the smaller boy's hand and leading him out of the classroom. Together they headed up to the Great Hall where they were going to meet Blaise for breakfast. Harry was still reluctant to go in but Draco pulled him through the doors before he could protest. Harry was grateful to find that there weren't a lot of people around, everyone either already heading to their first class or, in the Gryffindors’ case, probably sleeping in a little later.
“So how did it go?” Blaise asked when Draco made Harry sit down next to the tan boy at the Slytherin table before taking the seat on the smaller boy’s other side. The only reason Harry didn't protest this was because the Slytherin table was nearly empty; at least, the end of the table they were seated at was empty. Deciding that this was okay for right now, he helped himself to some nearby eggs and toast.
“Snape's a git,” Harry replied to Blaise's question and the tan boy laughed.
“Was it really that bad?” Blaise looked at Draco, who shrugged.
“Professor Snape was his usual self towards Harry, but Harry wasn't paying attention again. Ruined his potion and had to write an essay for the rest of class, an essay that he didn't even finish, I might add,” Draco said, looking at Harry who shrugged.
“It's not my fault that I can't concentrate on the stupid potions,” Harry huffed. “Maybe if Snape was a better teacher...”
“So if you had a better teacher you'd be able to brew a potion perfectly?” Draco asked with a smirk.
“Never said it would be perfect but it would be passable,” Harry said, taking a large bite of his toast.
“Then I'll teach you potions.” Draco chuckled at the shocked look on Harry's face. Dishing himself up some breakfast, Draco looked over at Blaise. “Any luck on finding a room for you to teach Harry in?”
Blaise shook his head. “Nothing perfect, I did get permission to use one of the old classrooms though, so we'll use that for now. At least until I find something better.” Blaise then looked to Harry. “When did you want to start those magic lessons?” the tan boy asked.
“I don't know... as soon as we can I think, but I have to be in Snape's office tonight at seven... so maybe we could start tomorrow?” Harry suggested and Blaise nodded.
“That should be soon enough,” Blaise said and returned to eating his own breakfast, happy that Harry seemed to actually be hungry for a change.
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Harry bit his lip hard as he stared at the floor in Snape's office. He had been sitting there for nearly ten minutes now and hadn't said a word. Snape hadn't said anything either for that matter, clearly waiting for Harry to say something. The smaller boy was wishing that he had agreed to let Draco come with him but he hadn't felt ready to explain to his boyfriend in detail about his relatives. Harry knew that eventually he would have to tell both Draco and Blaise all about the extent of his abuse but the small boy was hoping to put that off as long as he possibly could.
“Do you know why I insisted you come here again tonight, Mr. Potter?” Snape asked. Harry looked up at him.
“To talk about my relatives again?” Harry hadn't meant for that to sound like a question but he wondered if there were any other reason why Snape would want to talk to him.
“That is mostly correct,” Snape said, leaning back in his chair and looking at the smaller boy sitting in front of him. He tried to pick out things in the boy's features that reminded him of Lily; the child obviously took her eyes, the color and the shape, it was such a shame that those eyes were hidden behind the ugly round glasses, another reminder that this boy was also the son of James Potter. However, for now Snape forced any thoughts about James out of his head; if he was going to be of any help to Lily's only child, Snape knew that he could not be thinking about James at this time. So he instead focused on Lily, and what she had looked like. When he truly looked for the resemblance, Snape could see it, it wasn't just her eyes but the shape of Harry's face, his nose, and the way the boy tilted his head slightly, those were all things that he had gotten from Lily. “I don't suppose your aunt ever told you anything about her childhood?” Snape questioned.
Harry shook his head looking curiously at his professor. “No, I wasn't allowed to ask questions, and she wasn't about to talk to me unless it was giving me more chores to do,” Harry said.
Snape nodded his head once, reminding himself once again why he was doing this before he spoke. “The Evans family lived down the street from me when your aunt was a young child,” Snape said and watched those green eyes widen in surprise.
“You grew up with my mother and Aunt Petunia?” Harry asked in disbelief.
“I thought perhaps a bit of background information about your aunt might help you understand her attitude towards your parents, magic and you.” Snape said.
“I know she hated my mother, she hates magic and since I'm a reminder of both things she hates, she hates me as well,” Harry said.
“That is probably true now, it was not so when she was a child. She was close to your mother, up until Lily started in her first year at Hogwarts. Your aunt was jealous of your mother, she even wrote letters to the Headmaster asking permission to attend Hogwarts, though she was denied as your aunt obviously has no magic of her own. Jealousy quickly became hate, so you are correct in saying you are a reminder of things she hates, as well as a reminder of something that she could not have,” Snape informed the small boy, who was still watching him with wide eyes, even though it had been an edited version of what had transpired between Lily and Petunia.
“You knew my mother?” Harry asked and Snape sighed, of course the child would latch onto that one part of the short story.
“Yes, I knew your mother,” Snape answered almost snappishly and watched as the boy in front of him seemed to shrink in on himself. Closing his eyes Snape let out a long sigh. “You have things that you dislike talking about. I dislike talking about your mother,” Snape explained and Harry nodded.
“It's just... I don't know anyone who knew my mother personally... except my aunt, but she's only ever told me lies about my parents,” Harry explained. “Sirius and Remus, they've told me a lot about my dad... but I don't know anything about my mum.” Harry kept his head lowered as he spoke.
Snape sighed and stood up, the chair he was sitting in scraping across the floor. He watched the boy sitting in front of him flinch violently, the clenched fists twitching as if readying himself to be hit. Without saying a word to Harry, Snape walked over to his bookshelf, reaching up to the very top and took down an old dusty book. He looked at it, and the layer of dust that it had collected over the years. It had been a long time since he had even taken the book down, just content with the knowledge that he had it in his possession. Turning his attention back to the too small boy sitting in the chair Snape let out another sigh before walking over and held the book out. “Take it, before I change my mind,” Snape said.
Harry blinked at the book, looking up at Snape, who glared at him. Harry turned his attention back to the book, holding out his hand he took it and flipped it open to the first page. “Diary of Lily Evans” Harry's hands clutched the book so tightly that his knuckles were white.
“I think that is enough for one night,” Snape said and Harry knew he was being dismissed. He felt like he should maybe say something to his teacher, but he couldn't seem to form any words. “Out,” Snape ordered.
Harry nodded, holding the book in a near death grip he left the office quickly, not even thinking about why Snape had had his mother’s diary, or why the man had given it to him. All that Harry knew was that he was holding something that had been his mother’s, something that she had written in. And this small book was going to be going in the same safe place that he kept his cloak and album hidden.
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Blaise and Draco both looked up as the door to their shared rooms opened and Harry hurried inside with a little book clutched to his chest. The two Slytherins had both been trying to finish off some homework while they waited for him to return, though truthfully neither of them had been able to get much done due to their worry over how Harry was faring.
“Harry?” Blaise asked, as Harry hurried through the room, straight passed the table where both Blaise and Draco were sat, without so much as acknowledging them. Blaise moved to stand up, intending on going after Harry, but a hand on his arm stopped him. Blaise turned to look at Draco who shook his head.
“Leave him be,” Draco insisted. He barely needed to use the bond to tell that Harry needed to be alone for a little while. He wasn’t sure what it was that Harry and Snape had talked about but it was clear that it had left Harry rather shaken and emotionally fragile.
“You sure?” Blaise asked, glancing in the direction of Harry’s room.
Draco nodded his head. “If I wasn't, I would have followed him to his room,” Draco pointed out and Blaise sighed, reluctantly taking his seat again. It was difficult to just sit there, knowing that Harry was upset about something, but Blaise had no clue how to help Harry. The best way to help the smaller boy always seemed to be just leaving him alone, or leaving him to Draco.
“Do you have any idea how difficult this is for me?” Blaise asked, shoving his homework away; he wouldn't be able to concentrate on finishing any of it now. Draco let out a small sigh, leaning over and gently pressing his lips to Blaise's. Blaise lifted his hand, lacing his fingers through Draco's hair, though he didn't take control of the kiss.
Draco pulled back and smiled at his boyfriend, “I know it's hard to sit and do nothing but there really isn't anything to be done at the moment. Harry will talk to us eventually,” Draco said.
“You mean Harry will talk to YOU eventually,” Blaise said, sounding bitter about the fact that there wasn't anything he would be able to do when Harry was ready to talk.
“And he will eventually reach the point that I did, and then he will talk to you, Blaise; but you've never been in any situation that even resembles his. He's not choosing me over you, just like he doesn't choose you over me when there's a problem with his magic,” Draco said and Blaise nodded.
“I know, I just wish there was more I could do to help.” Blaise ran a hand through his own hair as Draco sat back.
“Well, you are going to be training him with his magic starting tomorrow. That's going to be a big help for him,” Draco pointed out and Blaise smiled at the reminder of the lessons he had been planning out for Harry.
“I suppose you're right,” Blaise agreed, looking at his discarded homework before deciding to put it away for the night and work more on the lesson he had planned out for Harry. Even if Harry wanted to be alone tonight, Blaise wanted to work on something that would be of some help to his smaller boyfriend.
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Harry looked around the room that Blaise had found, the one where the tan boy was going to teach him how to control and channel his magic. They were all hopeful that these lessons would help limit the amount of magical outbursts that Harry had.
“Okay, so what do I do first?” Harry asked, looking over at Blaise, who was busy moving some of the desks out of the way.
“First I am going to have you try out a few spells. I've been able to feel how strong your magic is, now I want to see it,” Blaise informed him, taking out his own wand and transfiguring one of the desks into a dummy before stepping back out of the way. “Use any spell on this,” Blaise ordered.
Harry looked at Blaise then at the wooden figure. Nodding, Harry took his wand out, deciding to start with a stunner as he already knew what kind of effect that spell would have. “Stupefy,” Harry said with a wave of his wand and, just as it had done to Ron, the stunner sent the wooden dummy flying backwards. Blaise looked at it and nodded before going over to stand next to Harry.
“Alright, now with that spell, did you let all your magic go into it? Or were you still holding back?” Blaise questioned, already knowing the answer.
“I held back I think...” Harry admitted.
“And that's where we are having the problem, Harry. You can't be holding your magic back when you're trying to use it. You are a powerful wizard, your magic and your spells are supposed to be stronger than what others are able to do,” Blaise explained, moving to stand behind Harry putting a hand on his shoulder. “Now, I want you to try the spell again,” Blaise ordered, using his own wand to set the dummy back up. “This time, don't hold your magic back,” Blaise said and Harry nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to do as he was told.
He tried the spell again, with the same result as last time. Biting his lip Harry looked over his shoulder at Blaise. “I can't stop holding my magic back...” he admitted and Blaise nodded.
“I felt that. The question is, why are you holding it back?” Blaise asked and Harry looked down at the floor shrugging his shoulder.
“I don't know, I've just always held it back... it always felt like there was too much of it and if I just let it go that something bad would happen,” Harry said.
“You're scared of it.” Blaise sighed and nodded his understanding. “Alright, different approach than,” Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment as he set the dummy back up, “Do you know why you're scared of your magic? Or is it that you're just worried about hurting someone?” Blaise asked looking back at Harry who shrugged his shoulder again.
“I really don't know,” Harry admitted. “I suppose it's partly because I don't want to hurt anyone... but I'm still holding it back when I'm fighting the dummy.” Harry nodded towards the wooden figure.
“Exactly, so there is something else stopping you, there is something else that is feeding into your fear of your magic, making you fight against something that is part of you.” Blaise turned so he was fully facing Harry again. “It will be easier if we can find out why you're afraid of your magic, but for now we will work on getting you familiar with your magic.” Blaise walked back over to stand behind Harry again, “I want you to cast that spell again, but this time try concentrate on what your magic is doing,” Blaise instructed.
Harry took a deep breath and, looking at the dummy set up in front of him, he cast the stunner again. Nothing felt any different to him, the stunner still set the wooden figure flying back. “I don't get it, how am I supposed to feel my magic?” Harry asked, looking at Blaise.
“When your magic goes out of control, what do you feel?” the tan boy questioned.
“It feels like it's burning; I can usually feel like it's just under my skin, burning me from the inside. It's not really a pleasant feeling,” Harry admitted.
Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “The burning I want to assume is because you're fighting your magic. I'm going to see if I can help bring your magic to the surface and we'll get you used to how your magic feels when it doesn't feel like it's burning you,” Blaise said keeping one hand on Harry's shoulder, while he moved the other to rest on Harry's chest. Closing his eyes he felt for the connection that he and Harry had, and tried to draw Harry's magic to the surface. It was harder to do as Blaise had only ever suppressed the smaller boy's magic before but he eventually managed it. Harry was trembling in his arms and Blaise opened his eyes to look down at the smaller boy.
“Harry?” Blaise asked in concern.
“It's too hot... Blaise, stop it... I don't like it,” Harry whimpered, his eyes closed tightly.
“Shh, I've got you, Harry. Stop fighting it, I won't let your magic get out of control,” Blaise promised. “Just let it go,” the tan boy urged but Harry shook his head.
“No, it burns. Please, Blaise, please!” Harry brought his hands up, clutching at Blaise's arm. He was shaking so badly and Blaise had to push the magic back down, tightening his arms around Harry, catching the smaller boy before he could fall to the floor.
“I'm sorry, I'm useless... I'm sorry,” Harry whimpered, turning so he could curl up tightly against Blaise.
“Don't be sorry, Harry, it wasn't your fault. It's just going to take some practice. I promise that we'll get this under control for you,” Blaise said. “But for now I think we can call it a night.” Harry nodded allowing himself to be lifted off the floor and carried back to their rooms.
Blaise looked down at the small boy in his arms, as he made his way through the quiet halls of Hogwarts; he really wondered what it was that had Harry so scared of his magic that he would fight it to the extent of it burning him. The tan boy was already reworking his lesson plan in his head, he would have to try a whole new approach with Harry and, if the younger boy couldn't get control of his magic in the next few weeks, Blaise decided he was just going to ask his mother for help.
TBC
Okay! And there is chapter 24! I am already working on chapter 25, and our boys will get a bit of a break ^_^ this makes me rather happy as they really do need a break! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! The next one should be out soon! I am still trying to finish this story by the end of this month! Wish me luck! And as always, look me up on facebook! I've been keeping everyone informed with daily updates about the word count for each chapter!
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