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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 29
Sirius had vacated the kitchen, even though that was most likely where Snape would go if he returned, since the rest of the Order were seated in there waiting for news about Harry. They were waiting for orders about what they had to do to get him back. But Sirius couldn't handle just sitting and waiting, so he was currently pacing around the downstairs sitting room instead.
Remus had left him alone for a good hour before he came in search of his friend. The werewolf didn't say anything as he took a seat and just watched Sirius pace around the room.
“What happens if Snape doesn't come back?” Sirius asked as he continued walking in tight circles around the room, still not looking at Remus.
“He'll come back,” Remus said and Sirius snorted. Remus sighed, shaking his head. “I know you still don't think we can trust him,”
“I know we can trust him,” Sirius interrupted, pausing to look at his friend. “It's not easy to admit, but I trust him more than I do anyone else in this place besides you,” Sirius said, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “I asked him for help, to get Harry out of Britain and away from those muggles he's been living with,” Sirius admitted. “That's what makes it even worse though; if I know that we can trust Snape, then it's only a matter of time before old Voldie finds out that Snape is the spy, if he hasn't figured that out already.” Sirius sighed, looking at Remus again.
“Snape has been doing this for a very long time, Sirius, I don't think he's about to start making stupid mistakes now,” Remus said and stood up.
“I just don't know how much more of this I can handle, Remus,” Sirius admitted. “I've already failed Harry enough times in his life, and just when things are starting to finally look like it might be turning around, this happens.”
“I know,” Remus sighed. “Let's go back to the kitchen to wait for Snape there. If he comes back with any news that's the first place he's going to go,” Remus said and Sirius reluctantly agreed. He still wasn't in much of a mood to be around all those people, though he had to admit that Remus had a point.
Heading back to the kitchen, Sirius paused when he heard raised voices and shook his head. He had thought the arguments about the rescue plans had been long over by now; however, as he pushed the door to the kitchen open, he saw Snape standing at the end of the table, waving off Molly, who was trying to offer him a cloth to stop the bleeding from a cut on his cheek.
“The wards around the manor have fallen, Potter is in a very fragile state at the moment and may have already escaped on his own,” Snape said and was drowned out by more loud voices.
“If the wards are down we HAVE to go get him!” Tonks said, standing next to Moody, who was giving her a disapproving look.
“We have a plan,” Moody growled out, “we can't just barge into enemy territory without knowing-”
“You heard Snape, Harry's in a fragile state, he may not have time for us to come up with a better plan than going in and getting him out now,” Tonks argued back.
“I'm afraid I have to agree with Moody; we don't know how many Death Eaters have been called in after Snape left,” Kingsley said.
“We can't just leave him there!” Molly spoke up now, looking around the table at everyone.
“We don't intend to leave the boy there,” Moody said, his gruff voice still being heard over everyone. “We have to take into account that they may have already re-captured him and moved him to a new secure location,” Moody pointed out.
“The longer we stand here arguing about it, the longer we give them to do just that! But if we move out now...” Tonks argued.
“We need a solid plan, unless you want everyone including Potter to be killed!” Moody snapped.
“Enough!” Dumbledore declared loudly, stopping all arguments. “We cannot leave Harry where he is; the whole reason for this was to get Harry out. Severus, is it possible to go in and get the boy out now?” Dumbledore asked and all eyes went to the Potions Master.
“I believe if we act quickly, and act now, we will have a chance of getting him out. He was losing hold on his magic when I was forced to return here; though he appeared to have some form of control over it for the moment, I don't know how long that will last. Whatever we do, it has to be done quickly,” Snape said, looking at Dumbledore, who nodded.
“Very well. Moody, Tonks, Kingsley,” the Headmaster said, before pausing and looking over toward the door where Sirius and Remus were standing, “Remus; you four will go with Severus and bring Harry home-”
“I'm going too,” Sirius interrupted, glaring at Dumbledore. “I'm not going to stand here and argue with anyone about this; he's my godson and I'm going too,” Sirius said and Dumbledore nodded.
“You must leave quickly, Severus; you are the one with the best knowledge of what kind of medical attention Harry will need,” Dumbledore said while Moody gathered up his small group of people, and they wasted no time before leaving.
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No one in the Manor seemed to know what was going on. The wards around the house had fallen and there was wild magic pulsing through the air, so thick it was nearly suffocating. Narcissa, however, ignored it all in her search for Harry. After checking the dungeon and finding only a destroyed cell, and five unconscious bodies of Death Eaters, she had concluded that Harry was most definitely the cause of the frantic movements throughout the Manor.
If Harry truly had escaped the dungeon and was running about the house, Narcissa wasn't sure how she was supposed to go about looking for the boy now; that was until she saw a small trail of blood leading down the hall, away from the painting of the garden. There wasn't a lot of it, just a few flecks of red here and there, but it was something at least.
Narcissa followed the trail of blood to the center of the house. Her eyes immediately went to the door on the far side of the hall, which lead to the ballroom that Voldemort had changed into a throne room for himself. The door to the room was open, and a good part of it was shattered. Quickly and quietly she made her way over, half afraid of what she would find in there; pulling out her wand and gripping it tightly, she gently pushed the destroyed door open the rest of the way.
Narcissa wasn't quite sure what to make of the scene before her. Harry was kneeling on the floor near the center of the room, blood dripping down his arm from a freely bleeding wound on his shoulder; he was staring straight ahead at the fallen form of Voldemort, though the Dark Lord was barely recognisable, his deathly pale skin having turned black, as if it had been charred. The sight made Narcissa feel ill so she quickly turned her attention away from Voldemort and back towards Harry. The boy still hadn't moved and Narcissa went to take a step towards him, however, movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
Bellatrix was hiding in the shadows, also taking in what had apparently had only just happened in this room, her face twisted in rage. “You filthy half blood!” Bellatrix screeched, pulling her wand.
Harry turned quickly to look in the direction of Bellatrix, his eyes wide, trying to stumble to his feet; he was, however, tapped, his magic spent, and he couldn't move fast enough to dodge the spell that was most likely going to be the killing curse. There was a flash of green light and Harry closed his eyes tightly, waiting for pain, for his heart to just stop, but nothing happened. Harry wasn't sure what being hit by the killing curse was supposed to feel like but he was sure that there must be something to it, and he was fairly sure he was still alive.
“Harry,” a gentle voice called out, hands touching his face and tilting it upwards. Slowly he opened his eyes so he could look into the blue ones' of Narcissa. “Harry, we must leave now, it is not safe here,” Narcissa said. Harry just blinked at her, turning his head slowly until he saw the body of Bellatrix.
“...you killed her?” Harry asked, trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing.
“I did,” Narcissa said simply and watched the small boy as he then turned to look at the charred remains of Voldemort.
“...my magic... I think it burned him...” Harry said, sounding lost and unsure of what to do at the moment. “I don't know how I did it...” he admitted, looking back up at Narcissa.
“It's okay, Harry, let's get you home. Blaise and Draco are waiting,” she said, however, her words had an unforeseen effect on the boy. Those green eyes, already wide, got impossibly wider as he stared up at her.
“Draco... he... they...” Tears filled the wide eyes as Harry remembered the beaten body of Draco.
“Shh, Harry, it's going to be okay, let's get you home,” Narcissa said again, pulling Harry close to her, being careful with his injured arm. “I'm going to apparate us out of here, you must hold on to me tightly,” she instructed.
Harry continued to stare up at her; he couldn't help but think that Narcissa must not know about Draco's death yet, that was the only possible reason for her being so calm at the moment.
“...I couldn't help him, I didn't know they had him... and they killed him...” Harry said.
Narcissa looked worriedly down at the small boy. “It's okay,” she said again. “Hold on tight now.” Tightening her own hold on Harry, she turned on the spot; the last sight that either of them saw was Sirius bursting into the throne room, just as they vanished.
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Sirius stared at the spot that he had just seen Harry vanish from; someone had taken Harry away again. He was shaking in anger as he heard footsteps behind him and he turned, aiming his wand just in case it was a Death Eater, only to find Remus standing there. The werewolf was looking around the room and taking in the damage left over from a fight, before his eyes landed on the still smoldering remains of Voldemort and his snake.
“What happened?” Remus asked, his nose scrunched up as he caught the scent of burning flesh.
“Someone took Harry again!” Sirius growled, not really caring about the state of Malfoy Manor when his godson was once again missing; they had been so close.
“Was it a Death Eater?” Remus asked, turning his attention back toward Sirius.
“How the bloody hell would I know that?" Sirius snapped. "Probably it was, there isn't anyone else in this fucking place.”
“Sirius, I know you're mad, but try to slow down and think, look around you for a moment,” Remus said motioning to the marks around the wall, and the destroyed door. “There was obviously a fight in here, if the blackened corpse over there wasn't enough of an indication of that,” Remus said as he motioned toward the body of Voldemort. Sirius did look at the corpse, his eyes going from Voldemort to the dead snake in the corner, slowly looking around the room until his eyes fell on the third dead body. Bellatrix was lying on the floor, half hidden behind one of the decorative pillars.
"Think Harry did this?" Sirius asked, glancing back at Remus. The werewolf just looked sick, most likely from the smell that was filling the room.
"I would rather not think about that at the moment. Let's go find the others and tell them Harry isn't here." Remus left the room quickly to get away from the sight and smell. Sirius followed after his friend, glancing over his shoulder worriedly; there had been a fight in that room, a fight that had left Voldemort and Bellatrix dead, and Harry once again missing.
They found Tonks in the library just off the main entrance hall. She had apparently been appointed guard duty over the currently unconscious Death Eaters and her eyes and wand quickly focused on the door when Remus and Sirius came in.
“There you two are,” she said, letting out a long sigh. “You know, Moody is pissed that you ran off, he's going to lecture you both about how you compromised the mission and some rubbish like that. Did you find Harry?” she asked quickly, glancing around the two men to see if the small boy was hiding somewhere behind them.
“Harry was taken again,” Sirius said in annoyance, clenching his fists. Remus put a hand on his friend's arm in an attempt to calm him, before looking back at Tonks.
“We don't have any proof that Harry was taken away by a Death Eater though,” Remus informed her. “The ballroom just across the hall has signs of a pretty serious fight, and we found Voldemort and Bellatrix in there, both dead.” Remus watched as Tonks' eyes widened.
“You two stay and watch this lot; if any of them show signs of waking, stun them again,” Tonks said quickly before hurrying out of the room, presumably to go investigate the room they had just told her about.
“More waiting,” Sirius growled, gripping his wand tightly.
“We know that Harry's still alive,” Remus pointed out.
“For how much longer? If that was a Death Eater-”
“And we can't panic until we know for sure. If we assume that Harry was the one who just killed Voldemort, I don't think any Death Eater would have thought to kidnap Harry again; their first thought most likely would have been to kill Harry as well,” Remus pointed out, knowing he was grasping at straws at the moment, though he thought it was still a valid point.
Sirius let out another growl of frustration and started to pace the room, stopping a few inches away from a Death Eater that had started to wake up; a swift kick to the man's head had him falling unconscious again. Remus sighed but didn't reprimand his friend.
It was no more than a few minutes before Kingsley came into the room, escorting Lucius Malfoy at wand point. He paused when he saw that it was Remus and Sirius in the room and not Tonks. “Where did Tonks go?” Kingsley questioned.
“She went to see if Voldemort really is dead,” Sirius said in explanation. “Why is he still upright and walking?” he asked, nodding towards Lucius.
“Because 'he' has surrendered willingly without a fight,” Lucius answered before Kingsley could.
“Why would you do that?” Sirius sneered.
“I am under no obligation to answer you,” Lucius said haughtily, which seemed to just infuriate Sirius even more.
“Now what was this you said about Voldemort?” Kingsley questioned promptly before the two men could start something. Sirius sighed and once again explained what he and Remus had found in the ballroom.
“And Harry's not here, he was taken by someone,” Sirius added and glanced at Lucius. “Don't suppose you would know who might have taken him?” he asked the blond man, since Lucius was the only Death Eater currently awake for questioning.
“As a matter of fact I do,” Lucius said, the other three men watching him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, Sirius let out a low growl, taking half a step towards the blond man.
“Tell me!” Sirius demanded and Remus grabbed his friend’s arm stopping him.
“Sirius, getting angry isn't going to help anything at the moment,” Remus said.
“You should listen to the werewolf,” Lucius said with a small smirk. Sirius couldn't understand this man at all; his lord was dead, his wife and son had left him, he was captured and facing life in Azkaban, and yet he still had a superior attitude to the whole situation. Sirius ground his teeth together, wanting nothing more than to punch Lucius right in the face.
“Remus, Sirius, I think we've got the rest of this handled, why don't you two head back and we'll let you know as soon as we find out any more information,” Kingsley said. Remus nodded, pulling on Sirius' arm to get his friend moving, knowing that there would be a better chance of getting Lucius to talk when the man didn't have Sirius there to provoke.
“Let's go give the others an update about what's going on. With Voldemort dead, Dumbledore is going to want to know,” Remus said, sighing in relief when Sirius reluctantly followed him.
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Harry decided that the only form of magical travel he liked was flying. The floo always left him with bruised knees from falling out of the fireplace; portkeys were officially out of the question for him, he doubted he would ever trust using a portkey ever again; and now apparition, the new sensation was not something that Harry was very fond of, though he suspected that it might not be quite so bad if he hadn't already been feeling so sick.
As soon as his feet were firmly on the ground again, he pushed away from Narcissa, falling to the floor as his stomach protested violently to the new form of travel it had just been subjected to. Dry heaving and coughing, Harry felt as if he might pass out; he had had no food since his capture, something he remembered as his stomach cramped painfully as he finished another round of dry heaving.
Narcissa was next to him again, her hand resting comfortingly on his shoulder while she called for a house elf. “Go bring my son and Blaise down here,” she ordered the small creature before her full attention was on Harry again. “Draco and Blaise will be down here in a moment,” Narcissa said, frowning at how much Harry was trembling. She wanted to go and call for a healer, however, she was reluctant to leave Harry on his own.
She heard footsteps rapidly approaching and looked up just as Blaise came barging into the room, Draco right behind him. Both boys hesitated when they saw Harry on the floor, and Narcissa kneeling next to him, but only for a moment.
“Mother... how...?” Draco started asking but Blaise had already moved forward, kneeling next to Harry and gently pulling the smaller boy towards him. Harry, however, protested to being moved so suddenly, coughing as he dry heaved again.
“I will explain later, Draco; see to him while I go and contact a healer,” Narcissa said and she went to do just that, leaving Harry in the care of his bond-mates. Draco watched her go before looking back at Blaise.
“Let's move him somewhere more comfortable,” Draco suggested, still keeping his distance, though he felt the pull of the bond telling him that Harry was here and that Harry needed him. However, Draco knew that Blaise still wasn't all that happy with him, and with what Harry had been going through for the last two days, Draco was sure that the smaller boy wasn't going to be all that happy with him either.
Blaise glanced up at Draco and nodded before looking down at Harry. The smaller boy was taking deep, slow breaths and seemed to be calming down, though he was still trembling. “Harry, do you think you can stand?” the Italian boy questioned, watching as Harry slowly turned his head to look at him, blinking slowly as if trying to register what he was actually seeing.
“Blaise...?” Harry's voice cracked and was hardly above a whisper, and when Blaise smiled at him, Harry practically fell against the tan boy, tears falling freely from his eyes.
“It's okay now, Harry, you're home, we've got you,” Blaise said, wrapping strong arms around Harry as his small boyfriend clung to him.
“I'm sorry,” Harry cried, burying his face in Blaise's chest, his hand clutching at the fabric of the Italian boy's shirt. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Harry kept repeating the same words and it concerned Blaise even more as he wasn't sure what Harry was apologising for.
“You've got nothing to be sorry for, Harry,” Blaise said soothingly. “Let's get you off the floor and maybe into the sitting room,” Blaise suggested, however, Harry just seemed to ignore him.
“I couldn't save him! I wanted to... but I couldn't, they... they killed him...” Harry babbled. Blaise looked from Harry, up towards Draco, wondering if the blond boy could make any sense of what Harry was saying. Draco had moved closer, though was still refraining from touching Harry, since the smaller boy was curled up so tightly against Blaise and hadn't even acknowledged that Draco was standing a few feet away.
“Who did they kill, Harry?” Draco asked. He wanted to help, however, he knew that Harry might not accept his help at the moment. Draco was unable to make any sense from what he was picking up through the bond. Harry's emotions seemed to be all over the place at the moment, not that Draco was all that surprised really; he had a rough idea what Harry had been through in the past forty-eight hours, and it was going to take a little time for Harry to calm down and work out exactly what was going on.
Harry's crying and babbling stopped abruptly when Draco spoke, his whole body going rigid in Blaise's arms. Blaise instinctively held Harry tighter, giving the smaller boy a worried look. The smaller boy pulled back slowly, and turned somewhat hesitantly to look at Draco. Wide green eyes locked with worried grey ones. Harry paled when he saw Draco standing there.
“...Draco...?” They could all hear the disbelief in Harry's voice, however, Draco felt something different through the bond, an overwhelming sense of fear. Before anyone could say anything, Harry had pulled roughly away from Blaise, standing and moving away from his two bond mates, though Harry's eyes never left Draco.
Shaking his head slowly, Harry continued backing up until he felt the solid wall behind him and couldn't go any further. “... no... no, I can't do this...” Harry whispered, still shaking his head. Harry didn't think he would be able to handle any more dreams, even though he had only had two; the last one had been painful enough. Harry felt even more guilt for not being able to save Draco, and fear that he was going to be made to watch his blond bond mate die right in front of him again. Harry was sure he wouldn't be able to handle that; watching Draco be killed once was more than enough.
“Harry, I'm sorry,” Draco said, misreading the emotions he was picking up from Harry. The emotional pain mixed with fear wasn't anywhere as overwhelming as what Draco had been picking up from Harry the past two days, but it still wasn't pleasant.
Harry was trying to get his head around what was happening but he felt dreadful and everything was so confusing. He couldn't even work out when this dream must have begun, and now this Draco was apologising for something. He blinked in confusion at Draco. “You're sorry?”
The blond boy nodded, taking half a step closer to Harry but stopped, seemingly holding himself back from going to hold the smaller boy. “I'm sorry about the portkey, you were never meant to find it... I never meant for any of this to happen to you,” Draco said.
Harry, however, was even more confused as he looked from Draco to Blaise and back again. This didn't seem like the dreams but he was almost scared to hope that it was real, lest it be taken away again; either way he wasn't going to pass up time with Draco that he thought he might never again have, perhaps get the chance to apologise to him for not being able to save him, even if this Draco didn't know what Harry was apologising for. “You're not dead,” Harry said, more as a statement instead of a question.
“No, he's not dead,” Blaise said with a confused frown, catching Harry's attention. “Though believe me when I found out what happened, I wanted to kill him. We can talk about all this once you're sitting down, and after the healer looks at your arm,” Blaise said, moving forward to stand next to Harry again.
Harry looked down, blinking when he saw the slowly bleeding gash still on his arm, though it wasn't bleeding as badly as it had been before. Reaching up, Harry gently touched it, feeling a slight sting.
“Malfoy did this...” Harry said, sounding a bit dazed. “...he did it to stop the burning...” Frowning, he looked back over at Draco again. “Why aren't you dead?” he asked, not seeming to realise how bad that question actually sounded. Everything that was happening, had happened in reality, the only thing out of place here was Draco.
“Harry, we can talk about all this later,” Blaise said again as he gently started guiding Harry out of the entrance hall and toward the sitting room. Harry, however, kept looking behind him at Draco, the blond boy following a bit more slowly.
Harry was settled on the settee, and a house elf brought him a cup of water, and brought Blaise a rag and a bowl of warm water so he could at least clean the gash on Harry's arm. The smaller boy looked over to where Draco was standing just inside the door. “This is another dream... isn't it?” Harry asked, still unable to shake the fear that this very well might not be real, that he was going to have to lose Draco all over again.
“It's not a dream,” Blaise answered firmly, trying to hide his own confusion; it was clear right now that Harry was in no state to be explaining anything much at the moment and so he was going to focus on just reassuring his boyfriend as best he could. Harry didn't look at all convinced and after a few moments, he sighed.
“That's what the last dream said... How... how do I know it's not a dream?” Harry asked, looking at Blaise.
“Does this feel like a dream?” Blaise questioned and Harry shook his head.
“No, but the last dream felt real too... I... I don't know how to tell if this is a dream or not... but, Draco's alive, so... it has to be a dream,” Harry said, looking over at the blond; he didn't sound at all sure of himself. He was torn between knowing this must be a dream, and desperately hoping that it wasn't.
“What does me being alive have to do with anything?” Draco asked, stepping further into the room.
“...Bellatrix killed you...” Harry answered softly, still remembering the sound of Draco's neck being snapped, the bruised and battered body propped up against the bars where Harry was sure to see it; the pile of ash that had been left after Snape had been finished. Rage and disgust suddenly flooded Harry's senses, being jerked out of his thoughts suddenly and looking up at Draco with wide eyes.
“Draco, calm down!” Blaise snapped at the blond boy when he saw the angry look on Draco's face; the last thing that he wanted was for Draco to get angry and in turn affect Harry's magic.
“No!” Harry said quickly, standing up and ignoring Blaise's protests. “No... don't stop, stay angry. I... I can feel you,” Harry said, looking at Draco with an expression of pure relief and wonder. “I can feel our bond... it's still there!”
“It's always been there, Harry,” Draco said, looking a little confused now, and feeling more than a little worried about Harry's sanity at the moment. It had only been two days, however, whatever they had done to Harry in that time had clearly affected him greatly.
“It wouldn't be there if you were really dead!” Harry pointed out, tears falling down his face as he stumbled slightly in his hurry to reach Draco. Wrapping his arms tightly around the startled blond boy, Harry clung to him. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him comfortingly, feeding a feeling of reassurance through their bond. He had so many questions for the smaller boy, but now was most definitely not the time to be questioning Harry.
“Maybe... do we have a way to contact Snape?” Blaise asked. Even though Narcissa had gone to get a healer, Blaise was a little worried about Harry's mental state, and since Snape had already been working with Harry, the Italian figured that Snape would be the best person to talk with Harry about what had happened at Malfoy Manor.
Harry, still holding onto Draco, turned his head to look at Blaise. “If you bring Snape here I will kill him,” he said bluntly, his voice full of more hate for the man than ever before.
“Harry, what exactly happened at the manor?” Draco asked ignoring the warning look he was getting from Blaise. He already knew that now was not the best time to be questioning Harry about anything, however, the sooner that Harry talked about it, the sooner that they would have a better idea of what their small boyfriend had gone through.
Harry chewed on his lower lip debating on if he actually wanted to talk about this now or shove it off to the side and just forget about it. But with how he was feeling at the moment, his options were going to be either talk, or fall asleep. And Harry wasn't too keen on the idea of falling asleep just yet, so he agreed to answer whatever questions Blaise and Draco had for him. Harry still clung to his blond boyfriend as Draco settled him back down on the settee, and was forced to sit next to him since Harry refused to let him go. Blaise returned to his self-appointed task of cleaning Harry's wound as the smaller boy began telling them what happened over the last two days.
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Elladora was waiting for Narcissa by the time she returned to the Manor with a healer in tow. She had heard that Harry had been found, but had been reluctant to disturb the boys, once she had realised that Harry was actually talking to Blaise and Draco about what had happened.
"They're in the sitting room," Elladora informed Narcissa before the woman even had a chance to ask. And so the three of them headed to the sitting room, Narcissa leading the way, a healer and Elladora following behind. Harry frowned at the healer, holding a bit more tightly onto Draco when the man came directly over to him, practically pushing Blaise out of the way so that he could stand in front of Harry.
“Mrs. Malfoy tells me that you require medical attention,” the healer said and Harry frowned.
“No, I'm fine. Blaise already cleaned the only wound that I got, you can go away now,” Harry said, knowing he was being rude, however, he really didn't like this man.
Draco chuckled, kissing Harry's cheek before whispering to him. “Just let him look you over real quick. He can heal the wound on your arm and then we can kick him out,” Draco promised and Harry sighed, leaning more heavily against Draco, but made no further protest as the healer pulled out his wand and began waving it over him.
Harry refused to move away from Draco the whole time the healer was trying to work, which made things slightly difficult for the healer, but Harry didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to let go of Draco just yet, still half afraid that this might still turn out to be a dream and that, as soon as he let go of the blond boy, something bad would happen and Harry would be forced to wake up.
“Alright,” the healer spoke some time later, snapping Harry out of his thoughts, “you are patched up. There really wasn't much physical damage, other than the cut on your arm. But that has been healed,” the healer explained, pulling out a potion and handing it to Harry. “If there is any more pain, this should help with that.”
Harry shook his head. “No, I'm not in pain,” Harry said.
“No, but you're beyond tired and have been fighting to stay conscious for the last hour,” Draco said and Harry looked at him.
“I don't want to sleep,” Harry admitted and Draco sighed, reaching up to brush his hand through Harry's hair. “You have to get some rest, Harry. I promise I'm still going to be here when you wake up,” Draco reassured.
“...I'm more worried that I won't be here when I wake up...” Harry admitted softly.
“Would it be better if Draco and I came to lay down with you?” Blaise offered and Harry looked at him, nodding slowly.
“Maybe? I still can't promise that I'll actually sleep...” Harry said but he allowed himself to be lifted from the settee. Blaise and Draco both thanked the healer, Draco taking the pain potion from him just in case Harry needed it later, and the three boys headed upstairs to Blaise's room.
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The Order was in an uproar. Ron had never seen the place quite so busy and that was even including during the summer, when people had been in and out of the house almost constantly. Remus and Sirius had returned nearly an hour ago, without the other members of the Order, and without Harry.
Ron had instantly thought the worst must have happened. He had just been about to go and find Fred and George to borrow one of the extendable ears, when he was called down to the kitchen where the Order members were gathered around the table.
Ron sat there nervously, no one speaking while Molly went to get her other children from upstairs. The feeling of dread had grown in Ron, thinking of all the worst case scenarios of what could have possibly happened, and why he was suddenly allowed in on what was clearly another Order meeting. Though he noticed that Dumbledore wasn't present, so maybe this wasn't an official meeting, not that that comforted him any.
The twins and Ginny came into the kitchen, followed by Molly. Fred, George and Ginny all sat at the table, looking at each other, then to Ron as if he might have an answer as to why they were all in here.
“This is about Harry, isn't it?” Ron asked, his hands clenched into fists on his lap as he looked around. His eyes settled on Sirius and Remus, who were the only two in the kitchen who had gone to Malfoy Manor.
“Yes.” Remus spoke after a quick glance at Sirius. “He wasn't at Malfoy Manor. He managed to escape from the dungeons on his own, but was taken away by someone before we could reach him,” Remus explained.
“So,” Ginny spoke next, glancing at her brothers for a moment before asking her question, “he's not dead?”
“We don't believe so; all the evidence points to him still being alive, we just don't know where he is at the moment,” Remus explained.
“And you have no idea how to find him,” George said.
“There is someone who might have information about who took Harry. He's being taken into Ministry custody where he will be questioned, it just might be a little while longer before we can get Harry home,” Remus said and glanced at Sirius again, who still looked angry about this whole situation.
“So that's why Dumbledore isn't here?” Ginny asked.
“Yes, he went to the Ministry as there is quite a lot going on. We have quite a few Death Eaters in custody now-”
“You don't need to be telling them any of that,” Molly cut in quickly. Sirius rolled his eyes at the red-headed woman.
“Honestly, what does it matter if we tell them now or not? Voldemort's been killed, all we have to do now is round up the last of his Death Eaters,” Sirius said, grinning when he saw the stunned looks on the four faces sitting across the table from him.
Fred and George's eyes had widened, Ginny covered her mouth in surprise, while Ron's mouth hung open in shock at the news. “Voldemort's dead?” Ron asked.
“That hasn't been confirmed yet,” Arthur said.
Sirius rolled his eyes again. “We told you what we saw,”
“And there is no guarantee that that body belonged to Voldemort,” Molly snapped. “I would rather not get my hopes up until it has been confirmed that he is actually gone this time.”
“Sirius, don't start an argument you can't win. Molly is right, we both know what we saw, and all evidence points to that body being Voldemort, but I am with her on this; I want to know if he truly is gone this time before we start celebrating. In the meantime, let's focus on finding Harry and getting him back,” Remus said, sighing when Sirius didn't say anything else and just stood, leaving the kitchen.
“So... if you caught a bunch of Death Eaters, did you find Pettigrew too?” Ron asked.
Remus frowned, clearly having not even thought of the possibility of finding his old schoolmate at Malfoy Manor. “I didn't see him, but Sirius and I were a bit more focused on trying to locate Harry. If he was there, and didn't manage to get away again, then he is in the custody of the Ministry,” Remus explained, though was reluctant to get his hopes up about the possibility of Peter finally being caught.
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Despite denying that he was tired, and his refusal to willingly go to sleep. Harry had only been lying in bed, curled up with both his boyfriends, for less than an hour before he had fallen asleep; still he clung to Draco, making noises of protest every time the blond boy attempted to get out of bed, or even shifted a little.
“This doesn't change anything, Draco,” Blaise said a short while after Harry had drifted off to sleep, looking over Harry, to the blond boy. “All three of us are going to have to talk about what happened,” the tan boy insisted and Draco sighed.
“I know you're still angry with me, Blaise. I'm still angry enough with myself for even letting it happen,” Draco explained. “I never intended for Harry to find that ring, it was supposed to stay hidden... and it was my mistake that I never actually got around to hiding it,” Draco admitted, looking down at Harry's relaxed sleeping face.
“I don't understand why you didn't destroy it,” Blaise said and Draco let out another sigh.
“It was the Malfoy family ring, it's something that has been in the Malfoy family line for generations; the ring itself is infused with magic and, even if I could have brought myself to destroy something like that, I wouldn't have had enough power to do so,” Draco explained. “I had intended on figuring out how to remove the portus spell from it, but I suppose that is something that can also fall under the category of 'I forgot',” Draco said, clearly disgusted with himself about the whole situation.
Blaise sighed, reaching out to put his hand under Draco's chin, lifting the blond boy's head. Blaise leaned over and pressed his lips against Draco's. Being mindful of Harry sleeping between them, Draco shifted closer, his own hand coming up to hold onto Blaise as he leaned into the kiss. Blaise pulled back, moving his hand to cup Draco's cheek and wipe away a tear from the pale cheek.
“I hope that there will never be a next time, however, if there is, don't keep it a secret. All this could have been avoided if you had just talked to me sooner, and Harry was the one who suffered for it,” Blaise said and Draco nodded his understanding.
“No more secrets,” the blond boy agreed, smiling when Blaise gave him another quick kiss.
“I think we should follow Harry's example, and get a nap in as well,” Blaise said and settled down on the bed, his arm wrapped around Harry, his hand settling on Draco's hip as the blond boy also settled down, slowly drifting to sleep with Harry curled up close to his chest.
Blaise, however, despite his suggestion that they both take a nap, remained awake. He waited until Draco had also fallen asleep before he slid out of bed and left the room, heading to Harry's room. Going straight for the smaller boy's trunk, Blaise only had to dig around in it a little before he found the mirror he had been looking for.
“Sirius Black,” he said and watched the reflective surface of the mirror. He wasn't entirely sure how this thing was supposed to work, though in theory if Sirius had the other mirror close he would be able to hear him. “Black, if you can hear me you may want to answer,” Blaise said, and still there was no reply. “I'll just tell Harry you didn't want to talk to him then,” Blaise said, though made no move to put the mirror down, watching in amusement as Sirius' face appeared in the mirror.
“What the fuck do you want, Zabini?” Sirius growled.
“I'm giving you the same courtesy that your werewolf gave me, and since you people left us no way to get in touch with anyone...” Blaise said and Sirius growled again in annoyance.
“Just spit it out already!” Sirius snapped.
“I thought you might want to know that Harry's back with us. Draco's mother went to Malfoy Manor and got him out,” Blaise explained and had the satisfaction of seeing the look of shock on Sirius' face.
“Where is he? I'm coming over there!” Sirius said and Blaise assumed that the man was already heading toward the nearest fireplace to do just that.
“Harry is sleeping, I will have him contact you when he wakes up. For now, just accept that he is in good hands; he's been looked over by a very good Healer, he is physically fine,” Blaise said, talking to Sirius through the mirror was one thing, dealing with him in person was another. And if the man did come over, there was a high chance he wouldn't let Harry sleep, and Harry needed his sleep at the moment.
“And that's why you contacted me? To tell me that Harry's fine but I can't see him? He's my Godson!” Sirius snapped.
“Yes, and he is my bondmate,” Blaise said easily. “I'm not saying you can't come and see him, just not right now. Harry just fell asleep and he needs his rest. I will make sure that Harry contacts you when he's awake,” Blaise said and went to put the mirror down.
“Can I see him at the very least?” Sirius requested and Blaise thought about it for a moment before nodding.
“Alright, just don't shout or try to wake him up,” Blaise said, taking the mirror back to his room where Harry and Draco were fast asleep. Holding the mirror in the direction of the bed, Blaise heard Sirius sigh in relief.
“Make sure he contacts me when he wakes up,” Sirius said and when Blaise looked at the mirror again all he saw was his own reflection. Setting it on the bedside table, Blaise climbed back into bed, wrapping his arm around Harry and Draco again before finally letting himself fall asleep as well.
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Harry was alive, he was safe, and even though he was with Blaise and Draco, Sirius was able to gain some comfort from seeing Harry. He continued staring at the mirror long after it had gone dark. And that's where Remus found him. Sirius showed no sign that he had even heard Remus coming into the room, though that wasn't anything new if you took into account how distracted Sirius had been the last two days.
Remus quietly came to sit next to Sirius, not saying a word to his friend; though he did give the mirror a questioning look.
Sirius remained staring at the mirror before letting out a long sigh. “He's alive,” Sirius said finally looking at Remus, the werewolf looking back at him curiously. “Harry really is alive...I saw him,” Sirius said.
“You saw him?” Remus asked his eyes widening slightly.
Sirius nodded and held up the mirror. “The Zabini kid just used Harry's mirror to contact me, said that Narcissa was the one who got Harry away from Malfoy Manor, that's who we saw taking Harry,” Sirius explained.
Remus also felt the relief of knowing that Harry was alive, and back safe with his bondmates, but this only brought one question to mind. “If you know where Harry is, why haven't you gone to get him back yet?” Remus asked.
Sirius sighed running a hand through his hair. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to storm over there and bring Harry back here where he belongs. But Harry was sleeping when Zabini contacted me, and even I know that Harry is going to need his rest after what he's been through the last couple days. And as soon as everyone knows that he's okay and where he is, they're going to want to question him about what happened,” Sirius pointed out, and Remus was rather impressed that his friend had managed to think things through rationally before rushing off to get Harry.
“We should still tell the others that Harry is okay, and that it was Mrs. Malfoy that took him out of the manor,” Remus said, moving to stand up.
“You sure that will be such a good idea?” Sirius asked, also standing.
“It will be one less thing for the order, and the Aurors to worry about,” Remus pointed out and Sirius reluctantly agreed with that, following Remus out of the room and heading to the kitchen; if there were any order members in the house at the moment, that was most likely where they would be.
However, when they entered the kitchen, there wasn't anyone around. Not even Molly, who had taken over the kitchen as her own area and could usually be found in there, when she wasn't on another cleaning escapade through the house. Sirius frowned at the lack of people and looked at Remus, wondering if the werewolf had any idea where they could have gone.
“Molly might have gone upstairs to finish cleaning, she is rather determined to make this house livable again,” Remus said, sounding rather amused. Sirius just rolled his eyes.
“I would prefer this place to fall into ruin,” Sirius said with a shake of his head.
“I'm going to see if I can catch up with anyone at the Ministry, I know that's where Dumbledore went anyway. I will let him know that Harry is safe,” Remus said, heading toward the fireplace and Sirius sighed.
“Fine, I'll go see if Molly is actually upstairs, if not I can at least tell Harry's friends.” Sirius watched Remus leave before he left the kitchen and went upstairs in search of the red-headed family.
It didn't take Sirius long to find them; he had made it up to the second landing and, after checking the bedrooms as he passed, he was half-way up to the third floor when he heard a loud crash. A grin slowly spreading across his face as he wondered what precious item had been broken this time. Once Sirius reached the top of the stairs, he could easily hear Molly scolding her children.
“I don't see why you insist on making more of a mess, as if we don't have enough to be cleaning up in this place as it is,” Molly said, sounding exasperated. “Honestly, I don't know what goes through your heads sometimes.”
Sirius followed Molly's voice down the hall until he came to the room that had once been a study. Glancing around the room he noticed one of the book shelves had been knocked over and just shook his head, he had silently been hoping it was something else.
“Finally decided to come and help us have you?” Molly asked, and Sirius blinked, looking over at the red-headed woman.
“If you wanted my help all you had to do was ask. Just point me at the closest flammable object,” Sirius said, pulling his wand out giving it a spin. This earned him identical grins from both Fred and George, and a small snicker from Ron that the younger boy tried to cover up with a cough.
“If you're not going to help, don't distract those of us who are working,” Molly said and turned back to her sons to start giving them orders again.
“Distracting you? No, distracting you would be telling you that I received news that we know where Harry is, and that he's safe,” Sirius said. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, and all attention was once again on him.
“You found him?” Ron asked
“You know where he is?” Fred questioned.
“When is he coming home?” George inquired.
“Does Dumbledore and the rest of the order know?” Molly spoke next and Sirius held his hands up to stop any further questions.
“One at a time! Yes, we found Harry. He is with Zabini and Malfoy right now, recovering. I haven't talked to him directly yet, I don't know when he's coming home, and Remus just went to the Ministry to let Dumbledore know all of this,” Sirius informed them all and looked at each of them.
“Why is he with Malfoy and Zabini? Isn't it their fault that he was captured in the first place?” Ron asked, not sounding to happy about the fact that his friend wasn't going to be coming home yet.
“As much as I hate to admit it, Harry is better off with them at the moment. We don't know what he's been through, and as he is bonded to them, he's going to need them while he recovers,” Sirius said. “I'm not overly happy about it, but I'm willing to accept it because I know he's at least safe now,” he explained.
“I'm surprised that you didn't go rushing over there as soon as you found out where Harry was,” George said.
“I'm not saying it isn't a tempting thing to do, but give me a little credit here, I do have a little bit of patience,” Sirius said and knew that if James had still been around he would have been laughing his arse off at that statement. “If you have any more questions, or if you change your mind about just burning this place down, come find me,” Sirius said, turning to leave Molly and her boys to clean the room.
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Harry felt himself jerk awake suddenly, his eyes snapping open as he gasped for breath that didn't seem to be reaching his lungs at all. The shadows of the dream still clung to his mind, though he couldn't fully remember what he had dreamed, but that didn't matter right now, as Harry still couldn't seem to breath properly, there was a pressure on his chest, Harry scrambled to sit up trying to force his breathing to slow down as he looked around the room to confirm that he was no longer in the dungeon.
“Harry?” The sleepy voice of Draco reached his ears and Harry's head snapped in the direction of the blond boy, who was sitting up in the bed next to him.
“D...Draco?” Harry blinked trying to get his eyes to focus, his glasses were slipped onto his face and he could see Draco kneeling in front of him now. Harry reached out to touch Draco's face but paused, his hand hanging in the air between the two of them, seemingly afraid to touch Draco. A pale hand grabbed his and Harry jumped in surprise, still staring at Draco as though waiting to see if he was going to vanish now.
“You okay?” a voice from the other side of the bed asked, and had Harry looking over to see Blaise, the tan boy still lying down and looking up at Harry.
“...nightmare...” Harry admitted softly blinking when he realised that the near panic he had woken up in had vanished. He looked at Draco and smiled before wrapping his arms around the blond boy, holding onto him tightly. “This isn't a dream...” Harry said softly.
“No, this isn't a dream,” Draco replied, knowing that Harry was probably just trying to reassure himself, but could probably use the extra reassurance that Draco sent to him through the bond.
Blaise sat up and gently started rubbing Harry's back as the smaller boy held tighter onto Draco. “We got you home safe, Harry, and nothing like that is ever going to happen again,” Blaise said.
“I really am sorry, Harry, about the ring-” Draco started to say, but Harry pulled back enough so that he could press his hand over Draco's mouth and stopped the blond boy from speaking.
Green eyes shining with unshed tears Harry looked at Draco. “I know you're sorry, I believe that you didn't mean for it to happen...but...I'm not mad at you,” Harry admitted. “I know I probably should be... but I'm not...” Harry sighed before resting his head on Draco's shoulder, allowing the blond boy to shift them around so that Harry was now sitting sideways on his lap, while Draco rested against the headboard of the bed. Blaise moved so that he could sit next to the two of them, sitting so that he could pull Harry's legs into his own lap earning a small smile from the green-eyed boy.
“I think it's fine that you're not angry with him,” Blaise said softly. “I hardly spoke to him while you were gone, and Draco never once closed the bond with you,” Blaise informed Harry, who stared at him for a long moment.
“...how long was I there?” Harry asked when he realised that he had no idea how long he had actually been in that place.
“Two days,” Draco answered.
“It felt like longer,” Harry said softly. “They used a spell to trap me in a dream almost as soon as I got there.” Harry shuddered as he remembered the first dream, the feeling of helplessness, the lack of magic, and the feeling of his own life slipping away as he listened to the Dursleys being killed. “I had no idea how long that first dream had lasted...but I really lost track of time with the second one.”
“So you really just slept the whole two days?” Blaise asked and Harry shook his head.
“No... I was awake for a little. I know logically what was a dream and what wasn't, but everything felt so real. I felt myself dying, I saw my parents dying, I could feel the heat of the fire as they burned to death.” Harry shuddered and felt Draco's arms wrapping tighter around him, making sure to keep the bond wide open so he could reassure that Harry that this was all real and not just another dream.
Another moment passed as Harry reassured himself that Draco was here before he started speaking again. “I had to watch you die, Draco,” Harry said, taking a deep shuddering breath as he remembered the horrible sight of Draco, bloody and bruised, the sound of his neck snapping and the way that Bellatrix smiled in satisfaction as the body had fallen to the floor. “I saw Bellatrix snap your neck, your body was left propped against my cell door so I was able to see it...” Harry could feel the prickling of magic under his skin, even though it was nowhere near enough to be dangerous, Blaise still shifted slightly, his hands rubbing Harry's legs that were still resting on his lap.
Draco slid a finger under Harry's chin, making the smaller boy look up at him. “That wasn't me, Harry, I was never even there.”
“It was still you, Draco, they still killed you in front of me, and I couldn't do anything about it. Even if you weren't actually there, it was still real to me, Draco. All of it was real to me, and I never want to see that again, I never want to watch you die in front of me while I am helpless to stop it, I never want to see anyone I love die in front of me again!” Harry said, his voice raising in volume as he stared up at Draco, before looking over to Blaise as well. Green eyes were shining with tears again, but Harry still refused to let them fall; he had done enough crying for now.
“No one is going to die, Harry,” Blaise said, reaching up to run his fingers through Harry's hair soothingly, smiling when Harry leaned into the touch. “And you know that goes both ways don't you? Whether it is in front of us, or not, we never want to see you die either; the last two days were torture for all three of us, in different ways, but all the same, something like this will never happen again,” Blaise said firmly, his voice so full of confidence and, even though it was impossible to make such a promise, Harry couldn't help but believe him for now.
Leaning over, Harry pressed his lips to Blaise's, the fingers that were combing through his hair stopped, and Blaise pulled him more firmly against him while Draco moved to start kissing at Harry's neck. Making a small noise in the back of his throat, Harry shifted around as best he could, without breaking the kiss with Blaise, so he could straddle Draco's lap, giving both his bond-mates better access to the parts of his body that they wanted to touch.
And touch they did, hands roamed all over Harry's body, through his hair, down his sides, on his hips, up his shirt. Harry was forced to break the kiss as his shirt was removed, shivering as the cool air hit his skin, but Harry was drawn back into another kiss, this one with Draco, while Blaise took over where Draco had left off, kissing Harry's neck and moving his way down pulling a soft moan from Harry.
Harry had no thoughts of stopping them, no feeling of embarrassment as he soaked up the feeling of rightness, of belonging, of being safe, he was home. Blaise and Draco were now doing their best to prove to him that this wasn't a dream, and that even when he closed his eyes, they were still going to be there.
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Sirius looked at the clock in annoyance, four hours, Remus had left four hours ago and had not returned. Four and a half hours since the Zabini kid had used the mirror to contact him about Harry, and there was no word from his godson yet either; Sirius assumed that the boy was still sleeping and was willing to leave that alone for now as he paced around the kitchen. But there was no reason for Remus to be taking so long at the ministry, unless something had gone wrong; though, if something had gone wrong, it wasn't as if he could just floo right into the ministry and demand to know what was happening.
Sirius tried to remind himself that there was a lot going on, and Remus might have been forced to wait to speak to Dumbledore, and that's why it was taking his friend so long. Or Remus could have been pulled into a room for questioning, since he had been at the manor when all the Death Eaters had been rounded up.
Another thought came to mind that had Sirius pausing in his steps. If they had actually caught Peter, if that little rat had in fact been with the Death Eaters at Malfoy Manor… Sirius shook his head quickly to dispel the thought from his mind; there was plenty enough going on without him thinking about the possibilities of what that would mean for him. He was out of Azkaban, and that had been enough for him over the last two years, it would continue to be enough and he wouldn't dare to hope for more right now.
Looking over at the clock again, Sirius growled; four hours and ten minutes, and still no Remus. He continued his pacing around the kitchen, looking over at the fireplace every now and then in the hope of seeing green flames, but all he saw was the smoldering cinders.
Letting out another growl of annoyance, Sirius went over and sat down in one of the chairs at the table, his hands running through his hair as he called upon every ounce of patience that he had.
“Sirius?” The small familiar voice of Harry had Sirius jumping out of his seat and hurrying over to where he had put the mirror down earlier after he had almost dropped it.
“Harry?” Sirius questioned, as he picked up the mirror and looked at it, letting out a long sigh of relief when he saw his godson smiling back at him.
“Blaise said that you wanted me to contact you after I woke up,” Harry said and Sirius nodded.
“Yes, I wanted to hear for myself that you were okay. You had everyone worried you know,” Sirius said.
“I know... it's not like I had any control over it though. I didn't randomly decide to pop over and visit Voldemort...” Harry said with a small smile and Sirius let out a weak laugh and nodded.
“No one blames you, Harry,” Sirius assured him.
“No, they blame Draco and Blaise though, don't they?” Harry asked and didn't need a verbal answer as it was written all over Sirius' face. “It's not their fault either, you know,”
“No, they just had a portkey that took you straight to fucking Voldemort, of all people!” Sirius said, unable to hold back all of his anger.
“Did you ever think that Draco might have just had a portkey to take him home in case of emergencies?” Harry asked; even though they all knew that wasn't true, it still could have been a possibility. “Draco didn't even know that I had the portkey, it landed in my things by accident, and it could have happened any time. I could have been taken straight from Hogwarts and no one would have known,” Harry said.
Sirius sighed. “I still don't like it, Harry. I know you are bonded with them, I know that it's a signature bond and that there isn't anything that can be done about it, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it,” Sirius said.
“No one said you had to like it Sirius, I didn't like it all that much at first either... but... I...” Harry's cheeks seemed to get a pink tint to them as he blushed. “I love them...” he said softly, but Sirius heard him all the same. “And that's not just the bond talking, I care about them, and... and I believe that they care about me a lot too.”
Sirius sighed. “I don't have to like it, but I suppose I can accept it,” Sirius said, giving Harry a grin, and was rewarded with the brightest smile he had ever seen grace Harry's face. It reminded Sirius a lot of the smile that Harry had given him two years ago, when he had asked Harry to live with him. “Why don't you and your Slytherins come over here, and we can have a late dinner together? I want to see you in person, and I can't exactly leave Grimmauld place at the moment,” Sirius said.
Harry nodded. “Okay, we'll be over in....” Harry looked over his shoulder laughing at something, “…probably an hour,” Harry said and Sirius wanted to growl at that, he wanted Harry here now, but he forced himself to nod anyway.
“An hour it is then, that should give me enough time to figure out how to cook something edible,” Sirius said, earning a laugh from Harry. Waiting for the mirror to go blank again, Sirius set it down on the counter where he had put it before.
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It wasn't quite an hour when the floo came to life, and Sirius looked over watching as Blaise came through first, then Draco and finally Harry who stumbled and would have fallen on the floor if Blaise hadn't caught him. Harry smiled, leaning up and gave Blaise a quick kiss.
It was taking all of Sirius' will power not to rush over and pull Harry into a tight hug. He stood there and waited for Harry to look at him and make the first move. What he had not been expecting was for Harry to pull away from both Blaise and Draco and suddenly run toward him. Sirius caught Harry in a tight hug, small arms wrapped tightly around him as Harry hugged him back just as tightly.
“You're early,” Sirius said softly, refusing to let Harry go just yet.
“We would have been a little bit earlier, but I had to figure out how I was going to get these two through the charm that is hiding this place,” Harry said.
“Oh right, I probably should have thought of that when I told you to come over here,” Sirius said pulling back just enough so that he could look Harry over, his hands still resting on his godson's shoulders. “Well, you made it anyway. Dinner isn't quiet finished since I am doing my best not to burn Molly's cooking,” Sirius admitted and Harry smiled.
“That would be a horrible crime, burning her cooking,” Harry said with a laugh, hugging his Godfather again and he could practically feel Sirius relaxing.
“Go sit down, it should be done in about five minutes or so,” Sirius said, reluctantly letting Harry go and sit, before turning his attention toward Blaise and Draco, who were still standing by the fireplace. “You two might as well sit down as well, or at the very least not stand there; I have no idea when people will start coming through the floo,” Sirius said, his voice not hostile, though he didn't sound overly welcoming either.
“This place is filthy,” Draco said as he looked around the kitchen.
Harry sighed. “I warned you that it wasn't all that great, but I think that most of the rooms on the first floor are more clean that whatever is upstairs,” Harry pointed out. “And you promised you would be nice,” Harry reminded.
“I am being nice, this place is horrid and unfit to live in,” Draco said, moving to sit next to Harry, but only after he performed several cleaning spells on the chair before he sat down. Blaise moved to sit down on the other side of Harry.
“Never thought I would live to see the day that I would agree with a Malfoy,” Sirius said, floating four plates over to the table before taking his own seat across the table from Harry. “I've been in favor of burning this place down for months, though some people are under the impression that all it needs is a good cleaning,” Sirius said and Harry smiled remembering his time spent here during the summer, and how Mrs. Weasley had put him to work as well as her own children, trying to get this place at least livable for people again.
The fireplace roared to life once more and all four of them looked over to watch Remus stumble out of the flames. Looking around, the werewolf's eyes were wide and he looked to be out of breath. “Sirius,” he started to say but paused when he saw Harry sitting at the table with Blaise and Draco.
Harry smiled and stood up going over to hug the werewolf, though Remus was rather tense as he hugged Harry back. “Harry, I'm so glad that you're safe, I didn't know you were going to be here, I thought you were still resting,” Remus said and glanced over at Sirius again.
“I wanted to see him, and it was either have him come here, or I would have gone over there,” Sirius explained and Remus nodded his understanding. “So what's happening? You've been gone for hours,” Sirius said and watched as Remus gently pushed Harry away from him, looking at the smaller boy before locking eyes with Sirius again.
“They caught him, Wormtail was at Malfoy Manor and Moody caught him, he was knocked out and taken straight to the Ministry so he wouldn't get the chance to sneak away,” Remus said.
All the color seemed to drain from Sirius' face, and if he hadn't already been sitting he probably would have fallen over. “They really have him?” Sirius asked in disbelief.
“That's why it was taking so long, they had to question a lot of people. They know that I've been in contact with you, and so after they were done questioning me they sent me here to give you this,” Remus said holding out an envelope to Sirius.
“What is it?” Harry asked, also looking at the envelope, and looking over to Sirius when his Godfather made no move to stand up and take it.
“It's a summons, they want to have a fair trial, it's scheduled for first thing in the morning,” Remus explained and Sirius narrowed his eyes.
“Why the fuck do I need a trial! They have the rat, I should be pardoned and-”
“And you broke out of Azkaban,” Remus reminded him. “It's the best that Dumbledore could manage to do, he is even going to testify on your behalf, and has arranged it so that I can be there and testify as well. Even Snape offered to be there and explain what happened two years ago,” Remus said, glancing at Harry when the smaller boy moved back to sit next to Blaise and Draco.
“I think the three of us should go,” Blaise said, both Sirius and Remus looked toward them. “If there is a chance that Professor Snape is going to show up here, I don't think it would be a good idea for him and Harry to be in the same room at the moment,” Blaise explained.
“You just got here though,” Sirius said moving to stand up, wanting to stop them from leaving. Harry shook his head looking at Blaise.
“I don't want to leave yet,” Harry said, Blaise and Draco frowned. “I don't want to see Snape either, but... I don't want to leave... I don't want you two to leave either though...” Harry admitted. “Can we please just stay the night? We can go back tomorrow, after Sirius' trial...” Harry asked. He could feel the annoyance through the bond coming from Draco, as well as the disgust at the thought of having to stay one night in this filthy house, but the blond boy nodded his head anyway.
“Fine, one night, but if I find something crawling in my bed tonight, I'm leaving,” Draco said and Harry threw his arms around the blond boy's neck.
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As it turned out, Snape didn't return to Grimmauld place at all that night, neither did Dumbledore. And Harry assumed that the two of them, as well as most of the other Order members, had a lot to do. Harry, Blaise and Draco had all been informed about what had been going on, while Harry confirmed that the burned body that had been found at Malfoy Manor, was in fact Voldemort.
Harry had been talking with Remus and Sirius, when Molly had come into the kitchen, intending on starting dinner. After that Harry felt like he was being passed around from one person to another, all of them hugging him, asking him questions until he felt like his head was spinning.
Blaise and Draco had finally stepped in and put a stop to it, while Molly scolded her own children for overwhelming Harry. “Now get the table cleaned off for dinner, and set out fresh plates,” Molly ordered before looking at Harry. “I am sorry, Harry dear, they are all a bit over excited to see you. Everyone was really worried,” Molly explained and Harry nodded his understanding.
“I know, Mrs. Weasley, it's still a bit much right now though... I think I might just head up to bed,” Harry admitted, giving her an apologetic look.
“You really should eat something first,” Molly insisted and Harry shook his head.
“I've already eaten, thank you,” Harry said and stood up; taking Blaise and Draco's hands, he started leading them out of the room, however, Sirius stopped them just outside the doorway.
“Harry and Ron were sharing a room last time he was here, I just want to show you three a room where all of you can stay together,” Sirius explained, though he was also using it as an excuse to spend a little extra time with Harry. The three boys allowed him to lead them upstairs, passing the room that Harry had stayed in during the second half of summer last year, going up to the third floor and opening a bedroom that he knew Molly had managed to clean out a few days ago.
Stepping inside Draco looked around. “I suppose this room is at least passable,” he said.
“So glad to hear that it passes the Malfoy inspection,” Sirius said as he rolled his eyes.
“Barely, but yes,” Draco said.
“At least the bed is clean, and seems sturdy enough to hold all three of us,” Blaise said as he sat on it bouncing a little causing the springs to squeak loudly. Draco grinned and Harry shook his head at the two of them before looking at Sirius.
“I'm so glad that you're safe, Harry, and even more happy that you're staying the night here,” Sirius said and Harry smiled.
“I couldn't leave, not knowing that tomorrow you could be a free man,” Harry said and watched as Sirius leaned heavily against the door frame. “Sirius?” Harry asked curiously.
“I'm fine, kiddo, it's just a bit much hearing it put like that. I still don't want to get my hopes up, but I don't think I can help it,” Sirius said with a grin and Harry smiled, moving forward and wrapping his arms around Sirius in a tight hug.
“Good night,” Sirius said, kissing the top of Harry's head before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him. Harry looked at the closed door for a moment longer before turning to see both Blaise and Draco already laying on the bed, the spot between them empty and waiting for Harry. With a small grin, Harry made a running leap onto the bed, landing between his two bond-mates, who had shouted in surprise as Harry bounced on the bed laughing.
The mental scars of his captivity were going to take a little longer than a day to heal, they all knew that, but it was a relief to see Harry laughing so soon after returning home. Blaise would still feel better if they could convince Harry to at least speak to a mind healer, but that would be something to talk about later.
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The next morning, Harry was pacing back and forth in the sitting room, being watched closely by both Blaise and Draco. Both of the other boys had tried to get him to stop and sit down, both trying to assure him that everything was going to be fine; however, Harry couldn't sit still, swinging back and forth between excitement and dread.
“Harry, for the last time, will you please sit down?” Draco requested. Harry turned to face the blond boy.
“I can't sit still,” Harry said, though that much was painfully obvious. The fireplace suddenly roared to life, and Harry turned abruptly to stare into the green flames, watching as Remus stepped out of the fire place. “What happened? Where's Sirius?” Harry asked when his Godfather didn't come through immediately after Remus.
“Harry, calm down,” Remus said smiling. “There were a few things that had to be taken care of, but Sirius will be coming through in about half an hour, unless he is cornered by the press.”
“So... so he's...” Harry swallowed hard when he felt his throat tighten.
“He's a free man,” Remus said, wrapping his arms around Harry when the boy practically fell against him.
Blaise and Draco quietly excused themselves from the sitting room, leaving Harry with Remus now that they knew that Sirius had been proven innocent. Harry deserved the time alone with Remus, and his Godfather, when the man finally returned.
There was still a lot of things that had to be dealt with, but things were working out for now, and with only the weekend left to Easter Break, and they would be returning to school on Monday to finish up their sixth year at Hogwarts, there would be time to worry about other things then.
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