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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 26
Elladora was waiting for her son and his two bond-mates at King's Cross. She had wanted to send them a port-key that they could take from Hogwarts but Dumbledore had denied it, pointing out that something like that could easily be intercepted by the wrong people, which would have been fine had Narcissa not been staying at her house. So she was there on the platform, waiting for the train to pull in; glancing around her, she saw the other families also waiting. Among the people closest to her was someone that Elladora had never spoken to, but could recognise easily anyway. Molly Weasley stood also waiting for the train and her brood of children.
Elladora turned her attention away from the red-headed woman when she heard the sound of a whistle. Smiling softly, she watched the train pull into the station, coming to a stop. Many parents moved closer to the train, in a hurry to collect their children before the station became too crowded; Molly was among them. Elladora, however, remained where she was standing; she knew that her son would spot her easily enough.
The Italian woman watched as a group of red-headed children got off the train, Molly pulling each of them into a hug; Elladora noticed that the woman held onto her youngest son a bit longer than all the rest. And then Harry Potter stepped off the train; he was quickly pulled into a hug by the plump woman as well. Over the chatter of parents and students, Elladora could not hear what was being said to the small boy, but he did not seem comfortable with being hugged and pulled away as soon as was polite.
Elladora watched the door to see if her own son would emerge from there as well; when she didn't see him, she looked down the train, frowning when she saw him coming out of a compartment further towards the back. She remained where she was, watching as it was Blaise who approached the group of Weasley's while Draco stood back. After a few more minutes, Blaise managed to extract Harry from the sea of red-heads, hugging the smaller boy tightly before taking his hand. It was only then that Elladora stepped forward; she was now able to hear the conversation that Blaise was having with Harry.
“Draco and I convinced a couple older students to shrink our trunks for us, we'll have someone restore them once we're home and settled,” Blaise said, handing Harry's shrunken trunk over to the green-eyed boy, who looked at it with a small frown.
“Shrinking it doesn't damage anything in the trunk does it?” Harry questioned.
“All trunks have a spell woven into them when they're made, nothing happens to anything on the inside of them if something alters the outside, shrinking it just makes it easier to carry,” Blaise informed him, smiling.
“Blaise,” Elladora said when she was close enough that she could be heard without raising her voice. She smiled when her son's head snapped up to look at her and he grinned at her.
“Hello, mother,” he greeted. Elladora looked down at Harry, who visibly tensed and moved a little closer to Blaise. She gave her son a curious look but Blaise just sighed softly gently turning Harry so that the small boy was now facing her. “Mother, may I introduce Harry Potter,” Blaise said.
Green eyes slowly lifted until Harry was now fully looking at her; he didn't say anything and Elladora just nodded a greeting to him before her attention was back on Blaise. “If you are ready, I would like to return home,” she said, glancing over Blaise's shoulder at Draco. “I am sure that Draco is also eager to leave,” she said, giving him a small smile when the blond boy nodded. Turning, Elladora lead the three boys away from the crowd of people and students.
“My mother doesn't like crowds of people like this,” Blaise explained to Harry, who followed along silently.
“It is hardly the crowds that are the problem, Blaise,” Elladora said, having heard what he said. “I dislike the inane chatter of students,” she said before coming to a stop well away from anyone on the platform. She pulled out a book, holding it out to the three fifteen year old boys. Blaise and Draco grabbed onto the book without being prompted to. Harry, however, made no move to grab it.
“Harry.” Draco reached out gently, pulling Harry closer, placing the smaller boy's hand on the book before Elladora activated it. Harry closed his eyes tightly when he felt the familiar and unpleasant feeling of a hook grabbing him and pulling him to an unknown destination. He felt his feet connect with solid ground and he stumbled forwards nearly falling flat, but Draco held onto him tightly to make sure that that didn't happen.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered when he was standing up straight again.
“Maybe we should add magical travel lessons to the list of things you need to get better at,” Draco teased.
“Maybe later,” Harry smiled.
“Draco, your mother is waiting for you in the sitting room,” Elladora said.
“Thank you,” Draco replied smiling at her before looking down at Harry. “I will catch up with you and Blaise later,” Draco promised and Harry nodded pulling away from Draco and watching as the blond walked quickly through a set of double doors that lead to the main part of the house.
Blaise took Harry's hand then. “Come on, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping, then I can give you a tour of the house.” Blaise seemed excited to be able to show off his home and Harry nodded eagerly.
“I wish to have a word with you, Blaise, a house elf can show Mr. Potter where he will be sleeping,” Elladora said, giving Blaise a stern look.
“I will come and speak with you, mother, once I have shown Harry where his room is, or at least escorted him to the sitting room so he can sit with Draco and Mrs. Malfoy,” Blaise said and Harry looked at the tan boy, surprised that Blaise was actually arguing with his mother about this.
“Blaise, you haven't seen your mother in a while, I don't mind a house elf showing me to my room...” Harry said.
“But I do mind,” Blaise said firmly, looking down at Harry. Elladora didn't say anything, just stood back and watched the two boys in front of her.
“Why? Does it really matter who shows me my room?” Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, having a house elf do it is so... impersonal, you're not just a house guest; you and I are bonded, it is more proper for me to show you around,” Blaise said.
“I am just a house guest though,” Harry pointed out and, leaning up, Harry gave Blaise a chaste kiss. “I don't mind a house elf showing me around. I can get settled in while you talk to your mother,” Harry said and Blaise frowned, still not liking it but nodding. He pulled Harry in for another quick kiss before he let the smaller boy go and followed his mother out of the entrance hall. Glancing back when he heard the sound of the a house elf appearing in front of Harry, Blaise smiled when his younger bond-mate immediately engaged the small creature in conversation.
Blaise followed his mother though the halls; passing the sitting room as it was occupied by Draco and Narcissa, they went into the library. Blaise closed the door behind him before turning to face his mother.
“Now, Blaise, do you care to explain to me what exactly has been going on?” Elladora asked, looking curiously at her son. “I hear nothing from you after October, and then the letter I do receive is a request that I invite Narcissa Malfoy into my home. When she arrives not only do I discover that she is now in hiding from her own husband but that her son is bonded to Harry Potter.”
Blaise knew his mother was angry at him, and displeased with the situation he had forced her into. “I am sorry,” Blaise said with a long sigh. “With everything going on, there wasn't much time to write home and, when I did find the time, everything I had to say I thought wasn't appropriate to put in a letter that could easily be intercepted,” Blaise said, knowing it wasn't a very good excuse.
“There were other ways that you could have contacted me, Blaise, other ways that I could have found out from you that you were also bonded to Harry Potter,” Elladora said. “Narcissa has explained things to me as best she could, but she also has very limited knowledge about everything that has transpired. Now I want you to sit and tell me everything that has happened,” Elladora demanded and Blaise let out another sigh before nodding; he knew that there was no getting out of this and his mother would continue acting indifferent to Harry unless she knew the full story.
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Narcissa waited in the sitting room for Elladora to get back with the boys, it was the first time Narcissa had ever not gone to King's Cross to pick up Draco, but it was safer for her to remain here. The door to the sitting room opened and Narcissa looked over, smiling when her son walked into the room. Standing gracefully to greet Draco, she was a little surprised when the blond boy didn't say anything and just wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
“Draco?” Narcissa wrapped her own arms around her son as he rested his head on her shoulder.
“I've been so worried about you, mother,” Draco admitted and Narcissa smiled, resting her head on her son's head.
“Everything is fine, Draco. I was more worried for you, my dragon, when I received the invitation from Elladora.” Narcissa looked down at Draco when the blond boy pulled back a little. “I have been worried for all three of you boys,” Narcissa admitted much to Draco's surprise.
“You've been worried about Harry?” Draco asked.
“It is true that I do not know him well, however, it was difficult not to be worried about him when I read what was in the papers,” Narcissa said. “I would have thought after a disaster like that you or even Blaise would have written to inform myself or Elladora about what transpired. Elladora had to use some of her own contacts just to find out if Harry was alive or not.” Narcissa looked at Draco, who let out a long sigh.
“I am sorry, mother, one of us should have written. However, there have been other things of great concern that have taken priority,” Draco said and Narcissa looked at her son curiously.
“Then I suppose we have a great deal to talk about, however, before we have our discussion, I would like to see for myself that Harry is indeed unharmed after the ordeal in February,” Narcissa insisted and Draco couldn't help but smile at his mother's concern for Harry.
“I will go and fetch him,” Draco said and turned leaving the study just in time to see Harry following a house elf up the stairs. “Harry,” Draco called out hurrying over to him, frowning at the house elf and then looking around for Blaise. “Where did Blaise go?”
“His mother wanted to talk to him,” Harry said with a shrug. “Weren't you talking to your own mother?” Harry questioned and Draco nodded.
“Yes, but she wants to talk to you too.” Draco took Harry's hand looking at the house elf. “You are dismissed,” he said and, before Harry could protest, he pulled the smaller boy back down the stairs and into the sitting room, where Narcissa was once again sitting down; the only thing that had changed in the room was there was now a tea tray set out on the table with three cups. Narcissa turned her attention back to the door when Draco came back in, leading Harry along.
“Hello, Harry,” Narcissa said, standing like she had done with Draco to greet the small green-eyed boy. "Is it acceptable to call you that? Mr Potter just seems far too formal given the circumstances."
“Um... hello ma'am, and sure,” Harry said hesitantly, nodding his greeting. He chewed on his lower lip as he waited for the elegant woman to say something else.
Narcissa smiled at the small boy, who seemed just as nervous now as he had during New Years. “Draco and I were just about to have tea, would you care to join us?” she offered.
Harry looked at Narcissa in surprise, glancing at Draco for a moment before nodding. “Alright,” he said and allowed Draco to pull him over to sit on the settee across from Narcissa before sitting down next to him. Harry watched as the blond woman waved her wand and started preparing the tea. No one spoke and Harry started fidgeting nervously, not really fond of the silence. A pale hand touched his, causing Harry to jump slightly and look at Draco, who smiled reassuringly.
“Calm down, Harry,” Draco chuckled. “My mother isn't angry at you, I already told you this, Blaise already told you this,” Draco said softly to Harry.
“He is correct, Harry. Believe me that if I were angry with you, you would have known it.” Narcissa smiled kindly at him as she handed him a cup of tea, which he took, nodding his thanks.
“I kind of figured that... but some people aren't always very open about their anger...” Harry said, looking down at the cup in his hands.
“I can assure you, I am not angry, upset, or displeased with you in anyway,” Narcissa reassured him. “Now that that is out of the way, how has school been going for you? I know you were having difficulties before,” Narcissa said, handing a cup of tea over to Draco before picking up her own.
Harry stared at her for a moment, a little take aback by such a normal question, “I... I'm doing better, I'm still having trouble with potions but Draco is helping me as much as he can with that,” Harry said, taking a sip of his tea.
Narcissa nodded. “Draco has always been very good at potions; Severus is a very good teacher, though I suppose he can be a little hard on some students,” Narcissa admitted, knowing that Snape always favored students in his own house over any other.
“Professor Snape,” Harry started but paused for a moment, biting his lip as he thought about the best way to explain things. Glancing at Draco, the blond boy gave him an encouraging smile and Harry took a deep breath before he continued talking. “I'm never going to really like Snape, but I suppose he's not as bad as I originally thought he was,” Harry said softly and Narcissa gave him a curious look.
“Uncle Severus has been counseling Harry, the same way he was giving me counseling before,” Draco explained and Narcissa looked even more curious now as she looked back at Harry.
“I know it is very rude of me to ask, but have you-” she started to say but Harry cut her off.
“My relatives hate magic, and everything to do with it,” Harry answered the unfinished question before he changed his mind about it. It was getting easier to talk about the Dursleys, maybe not at length, but Harry was proud of himself for being able to tell Narcissa that little bit.
“I see,” Narcissa said, not looking or sounding shocked as she studied Harry and had to wonder if it had been because of his treatment at home that his magic had called out to and bonded with Draco, because of their similar situations. “I hope you can forgive me for asking such a personal question, I know it can't be easy to tell a near stranger something like that,” Narcissa said.
"It is honestly easier than I thought it would be. I am having an easier time talking to either people who already think badly of me, or people I don't really know. But my friends... or people I have known for a while and care about... that is harder to do, and I don't know why," Harry said softly.
"That may be because you are worried that their opinion of you may change, that they will treat you differently than they are now when they know the truth," Narcissa said and Harry looked at her with wide eyes. He hadn't really realised it, however, having someone point it out like that, Harry could only agree that he was worried about what not only Sirius and Remus would think, but how Draco and Blaise would react as well; they all knew about the abuse but none of them knew how bad it was. Snape knew, but that had only been by accident, but even then it was still easier to talk to the Potions Master because Harry was fairly sure that Snape's opinion of him couldn't get any lower.
“Harry?” Draco looked concerned at his small boyfriend in concern, picking up on Harry's suddenly conflicting emotions.
“I'm okay... though I think I'd like to be shown to my room now... I need to think,” Harry admitted softly, not caring if it was rude to excuse himself so suddenly. Draco stood to go with him but Harry shook his head. “I'll just have the house elf show me, really, Draco, I'm fine,” Harry reassured but Draco gave him a skeptical look. “I promise, I just... I need some time alone to think for a bit,” Harry said.
Draco nodded, leaning down give Harry a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth. He smiled when he pulled back to see Harry's cheeks were now bright red. Draco called for the house elf to take Harry to his room. The smaller boy excused himself before following the small creature out of the room, Draco took his seat again to resume the conversation with his mother; he would let Harry be alone for a little while and check on him later.
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Unwanted Bonds
Chapter 26
Harry looked around the room that he had been shown to it was a lot larger than he had expected it to be. He had asked the house elf if Blaise and Draco would be staying in this room too, thinking that maybe that was the reason why it was so large. The small creature had only looked at him in confusion before explaining that Blaise had his own room down the hall and, as Draco had visited there quite often while growing up, he also had his own room that was connected to Blaise's. So this room was just Harry's, but that didn't make the small boy any more comfortable.
The room itself seemed like it could have held all of downstairs of the Dursleys’ house, though maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration; the large walk in closet was easily the largest closet that Harry had ever seen, and he couldn't help but think that if the cupboard under the stairs had been this size, it could have easily passed as a small bedroom. Shaking his head, he exited the closet and looked at the décor of the room. The four poster bed drew his attention as it dominated the room, it had a very nice set of ivory colored hangings and a darker almost gold color bed spread, two simple tables sat on either side of it.
Turning his attention to the rest of the room, Harry spotted a desk across the room from where the bed was and quills were lined up in a holder that seemed to have been built into the desk, right next to a built in ink well. Harry thought that was rather creative, less chance of spilling ink all over everything. Finally he turned his attention to the floor-to-ceiling windows, which had heavy drapes covering them. Wanting to see exactly where he was, Harry went to one of the windows to take a look, only to discover that the window was in fact a door that lead out onto a balcony.
From out there Harry could see the city just down the hill from where they were; the white colored buildings with the rust colored roofs where nice to look at but what truly made the site breath taking was the vividly blue water that lay just beyond the city. It seemed to make the city stand out all the more.
“Harry?” someone called from inside his room and Harry turned going back inside to see Blaise. The tan boy smiled at him.
“How do you like your room?” Blaise asked and Harry could only shrug a shoulder. “They're not to your liking?”
“They're really nice,” Harry reassured quickly. “They're just... so big,” Harry admitted. “I thought at first that maybe I was sharing a room with you and Draco, but Toory told me that this was just my room, that you and Draco had your own rooms down the hall...”
Blaise moved forward wrapping his arms around Harry. “You don't have to sleep in here if you don't want to. It is still going to be your room, a place for you to go if you want to be alone, but you are more than welcome to stay the night in my room with me and Draco,” Blaise said.
“Really?” Harry asked, seeming a bit happier about that than the idea of staying in this large room by himself.
“Yes really, I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't serious,” Blaise said, chuckling. “Now, come along. My mother has ordered the house elves to prepare an early dinner for us,” Blaise said, taking Harry's hand and leading him out of the room and back down the stairs.
“I'm not really all that hungry, Blaise,” Harry said but he made no effort to pull his hand away from the tan boy.
“You hardly ate anything today, Harry, just that sandwich that Draco got you and a few snacks on the train. How can you not be hungry?” Blaise questioned.
“I suppose I'm still nervous about being in a new place?” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulder. “I don't know...” Harry didn't really want to say what he was thinking out loud, but he was still fairly sure that Blaise's mother didn't like him all that much.
“What's there to be nervous about?” Blaise asked looking over his shoulder at Harry. “You're not still worried about my mother are you?” The Italian boy frowned, stopping to so he could turn and face Harry when the smaller boy didn't answer. “That's it, isn't it?” Blaise questioned and Harry sighed nodding slowly.
“I know she doesn't know me, and you told me she can be difficult to get along with sometimes,” Harry said, staring at the floor.
Blaise let out a long sigh. “Harry, my mother was not pleased with me, I explained that to you before we came here and she isn't all that happy about the situation, but I've explained things to her and she knows that I am bonded to you, and no matter what she says or does I'm not going to let you go,” Blaise promised.
“But she's your mother.” Harry looked at Blaise, confused.
“Yes she is,” Blaise said smiling at Harry. “And I am sixteen, nearly seventeen. While my mother may not be happy about it, she understands that I am old enough to be making my own life choices,” Blaise said. “Now come along, before my mother sends someone to look for us,” Blaise said and started leading Harry down to the dining room.
Draco was already seated at the table next to his mother, and Blaise's mother was seated at the end of the table. Blaise smiled when he felt Harry hold his hand a little tighter as Elladora looked up at them.
“There you are, I was beginning to wonder what was taking so long,” Elladora said, watching as Blaise pulled a chair out for Harry before taking the seat next to him.
“Harry was admiring the view from his room,” Blaise said and Elladora nodded her understanding.
“Do you have any plans to go down into the city this week, Mr. Potter?” she asked and Harry was surprised to have the question directed at him.
“I...um...I think so?” he said, unsure as he looked to Blaise, who chuckled.
“Yes, mother, we do plan on taking Harry down to the city. He is in need of some new clothes as the one's he currently has are... outdated,” Blaise said and Elladora nodded.
“They're not that bad,” Harry huffed. “But I do need a few things,” he admitted before Blaise could comment on the state of the clothing, most of which had been left at Hogwarts.
Elladora nodded. “Do you know when you plan on going? I would like to spend some time with you, Mr. Potter, as I would like to know more about the young man who has bonded to my Blaise,” Elladora said and was very polite about it.
“I don't really know...” Harry admitted and looked at Blaise.
“I was thinking in a couple days we could go. I wanted to show Harry around and we have some things that we need to work on before we go into town,” Blaise informed his mother, who nodded again.
“Then that is settled. Mr. Potter, if my son is not keeping you to busy tomorrow, I would like you to join me for tea,” Elladora said. Harry frowned but nodded his head.
“I think that should be okay.” Harry glanced again at Blaise, who smiled at him.
“Thank you again, for letting my mother stay here,” Draco said looking at Elladora, as he picked up on Harry's unease with the conversation.
“It is no problem, Draco, you and your mother are always welcome here; you know that,” Elladora said with a smile. It was then that dinner appeared on the table and most conversation turned to either school work, and at one point Elladora was telling Blaise about a new man that she had recently met, and that she was hoping Blaise would be able to meet him sometime in the coming week. Something that Blaise reluctantly agreed to.
“Keep in mind that I do have plans with both Harry and Draco this week as well, and I was hoping to use the training room with Harry tomorrow,” Blaise said and Elladora just nodded.
“You know that room is always open when you need it,” Elladora said, smiling.
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Harry growled in frustration as the dummy went flying back once again; Blaise had left him alone nearly half an hour ago to practice and hadn't returned yet. Harry felt as if he was getting a little better with his magic, and at least he wasn't afraid to use it when Blaise wasn't around anymore. However, he was still holding back; without Blaise there he could still feel the slight burning under his skin and all Harry could think was that there was still something he was afraid of.
“Why can't I GET this!” Harry yelled, his magic bursting out in a sudden wave, one that Harry let happen and didn't try to pull it back in. The burning was there but nowhere nearly as painful as it could have been. The magic died down and Harry sighed as he sat down on the floor, staring at the wall that he had thrown the dummy against.
“You really are having a hard time controlling that, aren't you?” A voice behind him had Harry turning around quickly to see Elladora standing in the doorway.
“How long have you been standing there?” Harry asked, not meaning to sound rude, but the Italian woman didn't seem to mind his tone of voice all that much as she came further into the room.
“Long enough to see how strong your magic is, and also to see how much you are still holding back,” she said, watching as Harry pulled himself up off the floor. “Blaise did tell me that you were having a lot of trouble with your magic,”
“What else did he tell you?” Harry frowned, not really liking the thought that Blaise had been talking about him to his mother.
“Nothing that I hadn't figured out for myself,” Elladora informed him, looking over at the dummy still on the floor. “There are many different ways of controlling magic, Blaise is taking the right approach with you I believe, but he is worried that there is still something missing, some reason as to why you are unable to let your magic flow freely as it was meant to.” Elladora looked back down at Harry, who was still frowning at her and she smiled. “Can you think of any reason why you would are stopping your own magic?” She questioned.
“No, I've been trying to think of what could be stopping it, but nothing is coming to mind,” Harry said in annoyance.
“Sometimes it can be the smallest detail. When Blaise was younger he used to have trouble with his own magic as well, he hated using his magic for anything, which of course made his accidental magic that much worse,” Elladora explained and Harry was surprised to be hearing this. He would have thought that Blaise would have told him that he used to have similar problems..
“Why did he have trouble with his magic?” Harry asked and Elladora sighed softly.
“A lot of it I believe had to do with his father. Blaise was always scolded when he did accidental magic, as it was a sign of weakness that he couldn't control his magic,” Elladora explained
Harry's face went a shade paler as his mind jumped right to the multiple times he had been punished, locked in his cupboard without food every time he had done accidental magic, even if he hadn't known what it was at the time. 'Freak.' The word echoed through his mind and Harry shivered.
“Harry?” The worried voice of Elladora didn't fully register in Harry's mind, but the hand on his shoulder had Harry reacting before he realised fully what was happening. His magic burst out from him so suddenly that it pushed both him and Elladora back a few feet from each other.
“I'm sorry!” Harry said quickly trying to pull his magic back. “I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!”
Elladora could see immediately what was happening and moved forward quickly. “Harry, stop holding back,” she ordered. “That is why it hurts, you must not hold your magic back,” Elladora's voice was stern as she watched Harry struggling with his magic, and she could see now why Blaise had asked for help with Harry. “Why are you holding it back?” she questioned.
“I don't know...” Harry said, wrapping his arms around himself as he felt the burning under his skin growing more intense.
“There must be a reason for it, why are you holding it back right now?” Elladora was determined to get the answer out of the shivering boy.
“Because you'll get hurt if I let it out now! It's... it's too much, I need Blaise!” Harry couldn't seem to move from where he was as he sank to his knees. “Please, I need Blaise, where is he?” Harry asked looking up at Elladora.
“I will let him in, in a moment. Harry, your magic isn't going to hurt me, if you concentrate on that when you let it go, it will listen to you. You are only hurting yourself by holding it in.” Elladora knelt down on the floor in front of Harry, trying to keep the fifteen year old's attention on her.
“Something bad will happen if I let it go, please... I just want Blaise,” Harry said, closing his eyes tightly.
“Look at me, Harry,” Elladora said. Green eyes opened and Harry slowly looked back up at her. “Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise,” she said as she lifted her hand to cup Harry's cheek. Harry stubbornly shook his head, pushing Elladora away; curling up on himself even more, his breathing becoming more labored as he held tighter onto his magic. The Italian woman sighed, knowing she wouldn't get any further with Harry at the moment, so she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the door. She had only been expecting to see Blaise push his way through the door, and was a little surprised to see Draco with him as well.
“What did you do?” Draco hissed at Elladora as she stood up.
“See to Harry first, then we will talk,” she said, leaving the three boys alone and, leaving the room, closing the door behind her. There was obviously far more going on that her son was telling her, or maybe it was that Blaise didn't know anything either. What Elladora did know was that Harry would never be able to control his magic until he overcame his fear of it, or perhaps it was more fear of what his magic could do than fear of magic itself.
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Harry was sitting sideways, practically in Blaise's lap as he relaxed against the tan boy's chest, his magic finally calm but his mind was still running in circles. Harry felt like he might know why he was so scared of his magic but he didn't want to admit that the Dursleys had affected him so deeply, didn't want to admit that maybe they really could have 'beat the magic out of him'.
“I take it my mother wasn't much help with your magic issue?” Blaise asked and Harry sighed.
“I think she was more help than she meant to be,” Harry admitted softly.
“What do you mean, Harry?” Draco questioned, running his fingers soothingly through Harry's hair. Harry was still worked up about something but Draco couldn't quite figure out what it was.
“She told me that Blaise used to have trouble with his magic, when he was younger,” Harry said tilting his head up so he could look at the Italian boy, who nodded his head in confirmation.
“Yes, I used to have a bit of trouble, it's how I know what will help control your own magic, and fighting against is most definitely not the way to go about it,” Blaise said.
“You could have told me that yourself, that you also had trouble with your magic,” Harry said, a little annoyed that Blaise hadn't told him.
“Does it really matter if I told you or not?” Blaise questioned and Harry shrugged his shoulder.
“No, I guess not, but it would have made me feel like less of a freak,” Harry admitted, closing his eyes as he rested his head back against Blaise's chest enjoying the feeling of Draco's fingers still running through his hair.
“You're not a freak, Harry,” Draco said.
“Knowing something and believing something are two very different things,” Harry said, keeping his eyes closed and so missing the looks that Blaise and Draco exchanged with each other.
“Care to elaborate on that?” Blaise said and Harry sighed again pulling away from Blaise so he could look at the tan boy better before turning his attention towards Draco when the blond boy pulled his hand away from Harry.
“It's my relatives,” Harry said, pushing himself to his feet; he couldn't talk about this while sitting so close to his two boyfriends. “You both know I was abused... that much you've worked out on your own from what I've been able to make myself tell either of you, you know my family never loved me, but... it was worse than that,” Harry said, not looking at either of the other two as he pulled his shirt off slowly to show the old scars that were all over his back.
Both Blaise and Draco had seen them only once before; Blaise had walked in on Harry when changing, and Draco had seen them during Christmas when Harry had been running a fever. But the fact that Harry was willingly showing them the physical scars that his abuse had left, it showed how far the three of them had come in their bond.
“A lot of the scars were because of my cousin and his gang, when they managed to catch me they liked to beat me up quite a lot,” Harry said, his voice soft as he fidgeted with the shirt in his hands. “Some of the worse ones are when my Uncle was a bit too rough with his punishments... which usually came after I had done accidental magic,” Harry admitted.
“Every time you did magic?” Blaise asked, standing up as well.
“Just about,” Harry sighed. “Sometimes I was just locked in my cupboard without food for a few days to a week, depending on what I had done. The last time I was locked in there was when I accidentally set snake on my cousin and his friend at the zoo.” Harry almost smiled at the memory of that time; both boys had had it coming but that had been the longest he had ever been locked in his cupboard before. “To my family, I was a freak, the abnormal one. I was told more than once that there was no such thing as magic, I wasn't allowed to day dream, or have any normal childish fantasies. I'm sure now they thought I would start getting weird ideas and learn about my magic despite their efforts to beat it out of me,” Harry said turning to look at Blaise and Draco now.
Both of them were standing and staring at him. Blaise looked angry and Harry couldn't read Draco's expression but the connection he had with him spoke volumes, he was disgusted at what the muggles had done to Harry. “It's no wonder you're afraid of your magic,” Blaise finally said.
“I don't think it's so much I'm afraid of magic though... I think I'm more afraid of what will happen when I let it go; nothing good ever happened. No matter if I mostly did magic to save myself from more harm, I was always punished one way or another.”
“So it was literally beaten into you that magic was something bad and horrible, something that was to be feared at all cost.” Draco sighed. “Well, that is something we can work with now I think,” the blond boy said and Harry blinked at him.
“Baby steps, we can't force you to just let your magic go, we'll work on it a little bit at a time,” Blaise said and Harry smiled at the both of them. Neither of them were looking at him differently, neither of them were disgusted that he hadn't been able to protect himself from a few stupid muggles. As he pulled his shirt back on Harry couldn't help but think that maybe things were going to be alright after all, and he could believe now that Blaise and Draco were not going to let him go back to the Dursleys.
“It's still early enough in the day, if you want to go change, Harry, we could go into town today if you wanted? Take a break from your magic training for a little while?” Blaise suggested and Harry smiled widely at him and nodded.
“Alright!” he said and Draco laughed at the eagerness in Harry's voice.
“If your clothes are as bad as Blaise says they are, then perhaps I should come with you to pick out something for you,” Draco said.
“If I say no you're just going to follow me anyway,” Harry said as he shrugged.
“I will go and inform my mother that we are going out, and we can talk with her later,” Blaise said as the three of them left the room. Draco led Harry upstairs while Blaise went to talk with Elladora.
Harry hurried ahead of Draco taking two steps at a time while the blond boy chose to walk at a much more reasonable pace. “Blaise isn't going to change his mind about taking us into town,” Draco called after Harry as the dark haired boy hurried into his room, pulling the trunk open and starting to pull things out to try and find something that would be suitable to wear.
Pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside, Harry pulled out a shirt that seemed to be in decent shape but a small box fell out of the folds landing on the floor in front of Harry. Curious Harry leaned down and picked up the small ring box looking it over. He was sure he had never seen the box before; opening it, he saw a very ornate ring.
“Harry, why don't we just get you some of my clothes to wear,” Draco said as he came into the room stopping short when he saw Harry standing there holding a very familiar box. “Harry!” Draco shouted and the small boy dropped the box, but seeker reflexes had his hand shooting out to catch it before it hit the floor, his whole hand wrapping around the open box. The last thing Harry heard before feeling the familiar and terrifying feeling of a hook just behind his navel, was Draco's horrified and panicked scream just before Harry vanished.
Harry couldn't breathe, his hand held tightly onto the box even as he landed hard on a wooden floor. His eyes closed tightly as he didn't want to look up to see where he was. His heart was hammering in his chest as he listened to the near quiet room around him; he could hear the cracking of a fire and the sound of someone's shocked intake of breath before a soft chuckle reached his ears.
“Hello, Harry,” Voldemort greeted.
TBC
So I know I have had a few bad cliff hangers during this whole fanfic, none of them were on purpose, this one however, I have been planning for this one since chapter 10 when Voldemort first gave Draco the ring!
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