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Getting Him Back	By : wolfboygrim Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8748 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Several hours later and still fast asleep, Harry gasped as he fell into the same strange vision once again. This time the scene was a bit hazy from the incense that was burning on the altar. The decorations were spring-like. Flowers and seeds, fruits and other plant life. He turned and looked where the pentagram had been the previous times and was shocked to see another person besides Remus standing there waiting for Harry to join them to complete the circle. "Sirius," Harry said, his surprised utterance carrying over to the real world outside of the dream as well. Harry rushed over to Sirius and stared at him. The first thing he noticed of course was that they were once again naked and Harry could not help letting his eyes roam the tall, elegant figure of his godfather as well as the more rugged, muscular form of Remus who was standing on the other side of Sirius with an amused expression on his face. Secondly, Harry noticed that the room smelled of the musky scent he had only smelled after he wanked. The smell of sex. Just the thought of having sex with the men in front of him was enough to make Harry harden and that was enough of a jolt to start to send him spiralling out of the dream. He clung on to the dream as much as he could. Here was a younger, healthy looking Sirius and he was alive as a result of these rituals. Harry could not wait to tell Remus about this dream. As the images faded Harry vowed they would tear the house apart and order every book from the book store until they found what they needed to make that vision a reality. Harry's smile grew as he shifted in Remus' embrace.

Remus moaned in his sleep, his body tensing as he also fell into the dream state once again. The altar was there and the glowing pentagram. Remus was shocked at the activity in the middle. There was a much alive and very naked Sirius who was in the process of worshipping Harry's Quidditch toned body in the middle of the pentagram as the iridescent swirls of ancient magic surrounded them tightly. Remus stepped into the pentagram and heard himself start to chant, this time in purely ancient Celtic. As he did so he lit the lilac scented incense on the altar and then bent to wrap his hand around Sirius' weeping cock, joining his magic into the heavy blanket of magic already filling the room. Remus could feel the pulsing beat of not only his heart but the two others as well and surrendered himself to the heady swirl of sex magic. As his orgasm tore through him he cried out for both Sirius and Harry and felt the dream world start to melt away. Remus also clung to the images. He wanted to feel what it might be like to touch Harry and make him moan and cry out as he had under Sirius' hands. He also wanted to see how the premature lines and grey hairs had disappeared from Sirius in this world. He sighed as the dream faded and realized he would have to wait all the way until spring to see the results of their work. Spring was a time to celebrate life. Remus supposed celebrating getting a loved one back from being trapped alive behind a veil was a perfect reason for celebrating and giving thanks. The sex magic, however, indicated something more serious than just thanking the god and goddess for their answering of the earlier rituals.

Remus pulled Harry closer unconsciously. He vowed that they would find these rituals even if he had to scout every known Druidic community until he found someone who would teach them the proper rituals. It most likely would not come to that since there were plenty of books about rituals of different cultures that would at least lead them to a more specific book if needed for their purposes. His smile widened as he made plans for when he saw Sirius once again.

Harry snuggled into the warmth that surrounded him as he started to wake up a few hours later. He had slept well for the first time all summer and he knew that once he had woken up that he would not get back to sleep but he did not want to leave the bed and the comfort that surrounded him just yet. He opened his eyes and looked at Remus who was still asleep. The man had a peaceful look on his face and was even smiling in his sleep. It made him look his age rather than the much older age he normally looked because of his lycanthropy. Harry needed to get up though. He needed to use the loo. Maybe he could go downstairs and figure out how to use the stove to make Remus breakfast. Harry extracted himself slowly from the hold Remus had on him and slipped to the end of the bed. He paused a moment to put the slippers on and then quietly padded to the bathroom door. He was almost there when Remus sat up with a groan and looked over to where Harry was standing.

"Morning Harry," Remus said, sliding his feet into his slippers and standing up to stretch.

Harry couldn't help staring at Remus' toned chest and stomach which were exposed where the dressing gown had come open in the middle of the night. Remus had patches of chestnut hair on his chest and a trail leading from his navel to the rumpled boxers he was wearing.

"Enjoying the view?" Remus asked, knowing he was teasing the young man but wanting to see Harry blush the way he had done the night before.

"S…sorry, Remus," Harry said, his face and chest turning bright red as he stuttered out his apology for staring.

"It is fine Harry. I am not upset. Besides I spent some time watching you last night so we are even," Remus said walking over to where Harry was still standing.

"I um….I need to use the loo," Harry said, still stumbling over his words as he turned and walked into the bathroom. He finished his morning routine in a few moments and noticed that Remus was still standing there waiting for him.

"What would you like for breakfast?" Remus asked Harry. Remus had to hide a chuckle from Harry's escape to the loo. He really was an innocent and it gave a slight thrill to Remus thinking about how he got to show Harry everything he needed to know about intimacy.

"I was going to make breakfast for you. That is why I was trying to get up without waking you up," Harry said.

"I am a light sleeper I am afraid. Except for the day after the full moon but that is mostly pain potions and the muscle relaxant I need to take to heal. You are more than welcome to help me with breakfast if you want to set the table but the stove is magical so you need to use your wand to operate it. That is why Molly did all the cooking before and didn't let any of you guys help," Remus said.

After a hearty breakfast of pancakes, sausage, bacon, potatoes and eggs, Harry helped Remus put the dishes in the sink to wash them while they decided on their plans for the day. "Did you have the dream again?" Harry asked, his face again bright red from the blushing that he couldn't control. The images were intense and Harry felt himself become aroused just by thinking about what he had seen.

Remus could smell the heady scent of arousal coming from Harry in waves and knew that he should stop the teasing for now. This was likely the first time Harry had felt this way and Remus didn't want to scare him away. "Yes Harry, I saw another ritual. It looked like it takes place in the spring sometime. It's a little different from the others, besides the fact that Sirius was back. It also had a component of sex magic added to the traditional Druidic ritual," Remus said.

"Sex magic?" Harry asked. He had never heard of that before and was curious.

Remus laughed at the curious look on Harry's face. "Yes, sex magic is an old custom that uses the power of the act of sex to fuel rituals and spells. Old marriage rights always involved the act of sex to seal the bond. That's why the wedding night was always so important. The sex used to be right there in the ritual circle in front of witnesses," Remus said. As he spoke, details of the ritual from the dream came back to the front of his mind. "That's what that was. Well now that will make it easier to find information on. That rite is still used by some pure-bloods to bind arranged marriages," Remus said, thinking about the books in the Black library on sex magic and rituals. He had read some of them over Christmas last year and knew about where they were in the library unless Molly or another order member had moved them since then.

"What are you talking about? Marriage rituals? Is that what we saw in our dream?" Harry asked. Marriage was a big step and he wouldn't be of age yet if this happened in the spring. Maybe there was a way for just Remus and Sirius to complete the ritual, although he didn't know why he would have been there in the last dream then.

"I am not sure Harry, but if you would like we can go to the library and start researching it now. It may take us the rest of the summer to figure things out for the first two rituals let alone the third," Remus said. "The sex magic might be a way to bind Sirius back to this plane of existence. By binding him to us we would be able to rejuvenate him. That might be why he looked so much healthier and younger," Remus said, thinking more about what he had seen in the dreams.

"Is that why you looked young and healthy also? Harry asked. Then he had a thought that made him sad. "But what if he does not want to be bound to us? I know you two were in love…but I do not know what he thinks about me," Harry said, his voice trailing off at the end. He loved both Remus and Sirius but he did not expect them to ever love him that way in return and he did not want to ruin any relationship they had already to try to get something that he was not sure that either of them would be comfortable with.

"You must not have seen the piece that I did then Harry. If you had, you would have seen the way Sirius worshipped you during the dream. I told you that we felt the same way but just had not had time to see what would happen. Plus I am not sure that is what we saw but it is a reasonable explanation for the last dream that we had. Now let us go find whatever information we can about the rituals," Remus said, taking Harry's hand and leading him to the vast Black library.

A week later Harry was disappointed that they were not making very much progress. They had found out some basic details about Druidic customs and that they were virtually identical to Wicca practises in other parts of the world. They had also agreed that the rituals they were looking for were centred on Samhain, Yule, and Beltane. Now they just needed a book that gave them specifics for performing the rituals and then they could gather the things they needed to make it work. Harry had already pulled out the shattered mirror fragments from the bottom of his trunk and had placed them in a safer spot in one of Remus' many boxes and cases. Harry was looking less pale and frightened after a week of regular meals and being able to sleep through the night. He still slept in the room with Remus but as it seemed to help both of them rest better, Harry no longer felt so strange about the arrangement.

Dumbledore had written a note to Remus expressing his displeasure that Harry was no longer under the protection of the blood wards. Remus' reaction had been to give a tirade of curse words and then to write a howler each day for three days culminating with a pensive full of Harry's memories of Privet Drive along with Remus' memories of what he had seen when he picked Harry up. Dumbledore was still not entirely happy but he did go to Privet Drive for himself to see how the muggles actually were and left there having had to memory charm them and restrain himself from casting the most painful legal curses he knew at them for their attitude towards Harry and what they had done to the boy while he was living with them. Dumbledore was forced to eat his words to Remus and advised that Remus keep him for good since the muggles were in no fit state to take care of Harry any further. They were now being investigated by the police and child welfare for their gross neglect of their son and how they had treated Harry himself.

Harry's birthday came and went with a quiet celebration. Harry had relented and asked Hermione and Ron over for the evening. It was not that he did not want to see his friends but he was so focused on the rituals and the research that he did not want to take a break even to celebrate his birthday. Remus was insistent that he take some time out for his friends though and went all out to cook a nice meal. He made a leg of lamb with vegetable medley, roasted red potatoes, and a fancy chocolate pudding with scarlet and gold whipped cream ribbons and flourishes for afters. Then Harry opened his gifts. From Ron he got a fancy box of Honeydukes' best chocolate and a couple of rarer chocolate frog cards to add to his collection, including one of his parents and himself as a baby from the end of the first Voldemort war. Hermione gave him refills for his broomstick servicing kit as well as a custom pair of seeker's gloves with his name stitched in shining gold thread across the back of his hands. "I am surprised Hermione. Not a book for once?" Harry said, teasing his best friend.

"Very funny Harry. I knew you needed new gloves your old ones are too small and I saw these in Diagon Alley. They keep your hands at a comfortable temperature and they are guaranteed not to slip off the handle of your broom even at full speed or in poor weather conditions," Hermione said.

"I was just teasing Hermione, they are wonderful and I hope that I get to play again. No one has said anything yet about Umbridge's ban being lifted. Although Professor Dumbledore did find my broom and sent it back to me right at the start of the summer," Harry said.

"They have to lift the ban," Ron said, with a bit of chocolate pudding still in his mouth.

"Ugh, Ron, how many times have I told you not to talk with your mouth full," Hermione said.

"You are not my mother," Ron retorted.

"Enough…I hear this everyday at school. Let's just not fight for once," Harry said, reaching for the next package.

"Sorry Harry," both Hermione and Ron said together.

The next present was a joint gift from the rest of the Weasley family. It held home-made mince pies from Mrs. Weasley, biscuits from Ginny, a box of dubious contents from the twins that they must have slipped in without their mother's knowledge, a rubber duck from Mr. Weasley, who had pestered Harry last summer to tell him the exact function of a rubber duck, and a joint gift from Bill and Charlie in the form of a dragon hide wrist holster for his wand. "Good now Mad-Eye will not yell at me about wizards who have lost their buttocks by keeping their wands in their pocket. I wonder if he really knows anyone who that had happened to," Harry said, attempting to put the holster on and failing horribly several times. Remus grabbed his arm gently and buckled the straps. He had a strange smile on his face, almost like he was trying not to laugh.

"Oh yes, he knows someone al-right. You three do as well. It's the reason why Severus is so against foolish wand waving actually. He had just hexed Sirius into the hospital wing with a dark but not illegal curse during our third year. Sirius was bleeding from the ears as it was a percussive curse that made a loud ringing that ruptured his eardrums. Severus put his wand in the waistband of his pants but was still hanging on to it in case he needed to curse James or I. James said something he didn't like and Severus forgot he had put his wand away and said a darkish cutting curse designed to slowly cut into someone until the counter curse was said. Well the wand was in his pants so it cut into the part it was pointed at and by the time he got to the hospital wing he had lost the majority of his right buttock. Madame Pomfrey was able to reattach it but he couldn't sit for nearly a month," Remus said, chuckling as he recounted the story.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and burst into laughter. "How will we be able to look at him during lessons knowing that," Harry said a few minutes later, still snickering slightly.

"We had better learn quick as he uses Legilimancy on everyone in class, especially you Harry," Hermione said, wiping away the tears that had flowed out from laughing too hard.

"No problem now. I finally learned Occlumency. Remus taught me since he's naturally occluded because of the wolf. He tries to get in randomly every day but I can push him out right away," Harry said, happy that they had taken that time in the first week to go over the art of closing his mind as well as getting the little bit of summer work they had gotten finished off so that he could focus on finding and learning the rituals.

"Did you do all your summer work already?" Hermione asked.

"Yes I finished all three essays the first week I was here," Harry answered, ignoring the confusion on Hermione's face and the shock and disgust on Ron's face.

Harry turned to Remus and took the package that he was holding out. "This is a package from both Sirius and I. He would want me to still give it to you even though he's not here to see your reaction," Remus said.

With trembling fingers, Harry unwrapped the medium sized box. He wasn't sure what to expect from the last two Marauders. He pulled back the tissue paper to reveal a leather jacket. Pulling it out from the box, Harry gasped as his name was sewn on the front and when he turned it around there were the forms of Prongs, Moony and Padfoot sewn on the back and animated to gamble over the surface of the jacket as they played under the full moon. "Moony," Harry said, his voice trembling as his fingers ran over the fine stitching on the back, absent-mindedly petting the sewn image of Padfoot who wriggled under his fingers contentedly just as the real Padfoot would have.

"Sirius did the animation. He wanted it to be as lifelike as possible. I think he succeeded too. He seems to enjoy being touched," Remus said, reaching over to give his own pat to the overeager stitched Padfoot. "But that's not all there is cub, keep looking in the box," Remus added.

Harry dug further into the tissue paper and pulled out 3 vials of various potions. "What are these for?" Harry asked.

"The animagus potion of course. We had already planned to give it to you this year. It is the new way of learning. Much faster than what Sirius and James did since you don't need to spend hours meditating. I do not know how they ever managed to sit still long enough to finish," Remus said.

"That is illegal, Harry, at least until you are of age," Hermione said.

"Then I guess I do not need to ask if you will be joining me then," Harry said. He was tired of his friends judging him for everything he did.

"No I will not be joining you and if you were smart you would wait until next year. Those potions are still being tested for side-effects. I read it in the latest potions journal," Hermione said.

"Remus would not give me anything dangerous. I trust him Hermione. I appreciate your concern but I would also appreciate you do not go telling anyone about this. It is my decision to make and Remus is my guardian now and he approves," Harry said. "I thank you for coming you guys and for your gifts but I think the evening is finished," Harry added as he stood up and started walking out of the dining room.

"Oh, Harry. I will not say anything, but be careful. Come on Ron, let us go back to the Burrow it is getting quite late," Hermione said. Ron followed her to the fireplace and they flooed away.

"Sorry about that cub. If I would have known her reaction I would have given that part of the gift to you when we were alone," Remus said, coming up behind Harry and pulling him into his arms so that Harry's back was pressed against Remus' chest.

"It is okay. I did not think she would approve anyway but I wanted to learn despite that. So which one do I take first?" Harry asked.

"The red one first, and then the blue one. You save the green one for after you have had a chance to experience the dream caused by the other two. That will show your form and then the green potion locks it in and forces the first change. After that it is just practise. Let us sit in the library and see what you might get. I can always carry you up to bed if it is a longer dream vision than usual," Remus said.

Harry uncorked the red potion and drank it quickly. It tasted like dirt and smelled like gasoline. Then he followed it with the blue potion which burned going down and tasted and smelled like rotten eggs. "Why do they always taste funny?" Harry asked before he slumped onto the couch and started to dream.

Three hours later he woke up just as suddenly as he had fallen into the dream state. They were still in the library and Harry looked around for Remus. He found him in the back corner looking through more books to find the ritual. Harry practically ran over to the table and gave Remus a hug, one of the first that he could remember initiating with anyone. "I take it that you saw something then," Remus said, laughing at the expression on Harry's face.

"I think you'll be surprised and Sirius will be as well when we get him back," Harry said.

"Well then tell me what you are," Remus said pulling the green potion from his pocket.

"Or I can just take this and show you," Harry said pulling open the vial and quickly drinking the potion. This one made him shiver. It was icy cold feeling and tasted like the water from the rusty hosepipe out behind the Dursley's house. Harry felt his skin tingle and then felt himself shrink and end up on all fours. His back twisted and he grew a tail. Then his mouth and nose moved as his snout grew and his ears itched as they migrated to the top of his head. A few minutes later he looked up at Moony on shaky legs and gave a weak yip to get his attention.

"Look at that. Padfoot and I were right. You really are more cub than buck. Your father insisted you would be a stag like him but I somehow knew you were canine. I can't tell if you are a wolf or a dog but you look like a mix of Padfoot and Moony," Remus said, sitting on the floor and pulling the cub into his lap to get a closer look. Harry rolled over happily in his lap and squirmed as Remus gave him a belly rub. "Very good Harry, but now you have to change back. You can do it, Remus said, whispering encouragement in Harry's ear as Harry slowly changed back to human. Ten minutes later, Harry sat in Remus' lap, embarrassed that he had not moved before he started to turn back.

"I did not know that dogs were that colour blind. It was hard to figure out where things were when everything is grey and black," Harry said, giving in and resting against Remus instead of getting up. He was tired and sore from the change and wanted to rest. Plus Remus was very warm and the hand on his back was luring him to sleep.

"It takes a little getting used to. Padfoot ran into the door for the first two weeks until he started to get used to the change in vision between forms. That and I suspect Sirius needed glasses but was too stubborn to wear them. He later had his vision corrected if I remember right so that he wouldn't have to wear them when he went into Auror training. Your father decided not to correct his vision since it would have been a longer process and it was painful so he just charmed his glasses to stick on until he said a password and to be indestructible," Remus said. He gathered Harry into his arms and picked him up slowly and carefully since the young man was practically asleep.

"Thank you, Moony. No one has ever taken care of me this much before," Harry said sleepily as Remus spelled his clothes off and tucked Harry into their bed upstairs.

"It is my pleasure, Harry, happy birthday. Now let's get some sleep and perhaps we'll find that ritual soon," Remus said pulling Harry into his arms and drifting off to sleep.
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