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Chapter 34: Occlumency
HP
Harry felt malicious joy course through his system. Finally a success! Mad laughter rose inside his chest and bubbled out of him, like the ringing sound of doom. Nothing would stop him now; the fear the result of this night would spread in the wizarding society, making them easy victims, like sitting ducks, and he would finally win.
His laughter became maniacal, until he was swept away like a mad hurricane.
He opened his eyes, still laughing. A pale, worried face appeared in his line of sight, followed by a second face, which looked at him with equal concern. He arched his eyebrows as his laughter continued, and slowly started to wonder why his mates looked so concerned. Only then did he realize that he was still laughing and shut his mouth, suddenly feeling confused.
"Harry, was it the Dark Lord again?" Lucius asked, his tone as worried as his expression, while Draco squeezed his hand tightly as if his second mate was afraid that he would be whisked away by Voldemort at any moment.
It took him a moment until Lucius' question had finally reached his brain, and it took him an enormous amount of effort to remember what exactly he had been feeling. He remembered the feeling of victory; of accomplishment and an evil, malicious sense of joy.
"Yes," he finally whispered, looking up into the pale faces of his soulmates. Their expressions changed from concern to a scared determination, even though Draco still looked slightly confused and Lucius asked: "Was it a vision again or only feelings?"
"You see visions of the Dark Lord?" Draco asked, his expression hardening.
"Not anymore," he told his mate truthfully. "I only get feelings now, since...since…" He bit his bottom lip, feeling awful but knowing that he could not explain it in more detail to Draco as long as the blonde had not joined the Order and was protected by the bonding spell.
"You don't have to explain now," Draco soothed him, and his hand twitched as if the boy wanted to lift them up and comb through his messy locks, but held himself back at the last second. "But why has Dumbledore not taught you Occlumency yet?"
Harry only shrugged. His dad and Lucius had asked the same question after his horrible vision during the summer holidays, but he still had no answer.
"Draco is right; you need to learn how to protect your mind. Your connection is already a danger for you, but once the Dark Lord notices the link it will become a danger for all. I will speak to your father later, and after class we all will go to the Headmaster and speak with him; something has to be done about this."
Nodding Harry snuggled back into Lucius' embraced, he must have moved away during his vision, or whatever the strange feelings he got from the Dark Lord could be called.
"Could you sense what has made the Dark Lord so… happy?" Draco asked into the silence that had arisen.
Harry concentrated again, but Voldemort’s joy could have been caused by many things, so he merely shook his head again.
"We will most likely find out in the morning. Something that had caused such a reaction within the Dark Lord is bound to be significant enough to appear in the Prophet" Lucius mused and lay down again.
"We should probably try to get some more rest," Draco said and pulled his blanket higher, but Harry could see that neither of his mates truly believed that they would be able to sleep anymore. Still, he snuggled deeper under the comforter he shared with Lucius, closed his eyes and tried to relax. After about ten minutes he gave up on his futile attempted and conjured a tempus to check what the time was. It was 7 by now, which meant that they still had an hour left until they needed to get up. Next to him, Draco huffed in annoyance and actually sat up.
"It's of no use," his second mate said and flicked his wand, and a second later, a book came speeding through the air and landed in the blonde's lap.
Thinking that reading might be a better idea than worrying about what Voldemort could have done this time, Harry flicked his own wand and summoned the copy of Quidditch, a History from the living room.
"If neither of you plan on sleeping anymore, I can use the time as well and correct some essays." Lucius announced and sat up, before calling out "Oscar," and waiting for the elf to appear.
The next hour Harry spent with his head propped up on Lucius' thighs and reading, while his mates were reading and working. It took him a while, but slowly his tense muscles relaxed and he could enjoy the book. His mates relaxed as well because they all knew that they couldn't do anything right now anyway, not until they had found out what had happened in the first place.
At five past eight, the silence of their bedroom was disturbed by silent footsteps and a knock a moment later. Harry, who had recognized the steps, sat up and called "Come in dad," and waited for his father to step into the room.
His father entered like a shadow in the darkness of the room, a folded newspaper in his hands.
"I see you already know," the man said and Harry stretched his arms out, wanting a hug and a kiss from his father. Severus obliged, but the hug ended up being too quick for his liking.
"What happened, I only got some feelings again," he asked and took the paper from his father.
"Nothing good," the Potions Master scowled as Lucius and Draco leaned over his shoulder to get a good view as well.
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN
MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS "RALLYING POINT"
FOR OLD DEATH EATERS
Harry gasped as his eyes landed on the headline and he then quickly started reading the article below:
The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban. Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of last night and that he has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.
"We most unfortunately find ourselves in the same position we were in two and a half years ago when the murderer, Sirius Black, escaped," said Fudge last night. "Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated.
An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally suited to help others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader. We are however, doing all we can to round up the criminals and beg the Magical Community to remain alert and cautious. We recommend that the public not approach any of these dangerous individuals."
However after the incident at King's Cross at the end of Hogwarts' last school year, protests are getting louder that these attacks are not only being done by a group of former Death Eaters. This, together with the rumour that the famous Headmaster and figurehead of the Light side Albus Dumbledore has called together his secret organization, which has already fought You-Know-Who’ Dark Army during the last war, is making this reporter wonder if the Ministry is not just trying to hide the fact that they would be helpless against a new rise of the feared Dark Lord.
Another rumour also says that our famous hero, Harry Potter, has also joined Headmaster Dumbledore's forces. While Sirius Black's involvement in this attack cannot be argued, the question whether he is the true ringleader behind the scenes remains, but this reporter promises you to continue to hunt for news concerning this terrifying situation.
Rita Skeeter
He had grown angrier and angrier as the article had progressed until he started growling by the end of it.
"Sirius would never help Death EATERS escape!"
"Hush, Harry," his father said and kneeled down in front of him. "I know that and your mates and friends and every other important person knows it as well."
"I know," he huffed, still feeling insulted in lieu of his godfather.
"And they are starting to question the credibility of the Ministry," Draco added with a hard face.
"Indeed," his other mate mused. "Fudge is losing footing and the more his reputation suffers, the more people will turn to you for advice, and did you not wish to change some things in our society?"
"Yes, you three are right, it's just so unfair what they are saying about Sirius," he sighed and cuddled into his father’s side.
"It is, and one day he will be redeemed; you will make sure of that my little brat," his father said and kissed his head affectionately. "But right now we have more pressing matters to concern ourselves with."
"Indeed," Lucius agreed."You need to start teaching Harry Occlumency today, this link is too dangerous to leave open."
"And why is Severus teaching Harry Occlumency?" Draco suddenly sneered, causing Harry to flinch.
"Because," his father sneered, sounding as if he had just started going into protective mode "I am his father and certainly much better at Occlumency than you or Lucius, who think that a mind is a forest you can go through with an axe!"
"What is an axe?" His mates drawled simultaneously, making Harry and his father sigh in exasperation.
"A tool Muggles use to cut wood," Severus explained quickly, before bringing the conversation back to their main topic: "We cannot do much about the breakout. They will hide well and the Dark Lord will protect his most loyal followers who have suffered for him in Azkaban for the last twelve years. But I think you two are right about the Occlumency. Do I guess correctly that you plan on speaking with Albus after classes have ended for the day?"
"Correct," Lucius affirmed and Draco added: "We should get ready for class now; it is already half past eight."
Harry watched his mate end the tempus he had conjured before getting to his feet and leaving the room to get a fresh school robe. He dressed in Gryffindor’s bathroom, still feeling more comfortable to not change near Draco; he didn't want to send the blonde the wrong signals.
When he had laced his waistcoat and pulled one of the coats over, he returned to the living room, where by now both Lucius and Draco sat. He came to a halt in the doorway, for a moment wondering what was confusing him about the picture in front of him, until he noticed that Draco was not wearing a school robes, but an ensemble that looked exactly like the robes Lucius was always wearing, with the only difference being that Draco's pair was made from a dusty blue material and not black. The Malfoy signet ring sat on his right ring finger and he looked more smug and arrogant than Harry had ever seen him since the toilet- incident. Blushing, he quickly looked down. Draco looked good in his new outfit and the self- confidence fit him much better than the careful boy he had been the last two days. Truth to be told, he was quite excited that he was getting to know his ex-nemesis better know, he wanted to find out what better sides of the blonde he had missed in his irrational hate.
"I will return to my room now," Draco said, pulling him out of his musings. Harry had not expected that his second mate would say his goodbyes when they would only see each other again in about 15 minutes in Potions, but the blonde came over to him and looked down at him for a long moment, making him nervous, before bending slightly at his waist and taking his hand to press a soft kiss to its back.
"I will see you in Potions," Draco whispered, his eyes fixed intently on him. Harry could only flush and nod at the polite gentleness.
"See you soon," he whispered when he had gathered himself again, but his younger mate was already gone. Lucius and his father gave him amused looks from where they sat on the sofa, but luckily his dad changed the topic by saying:
"I have marked your punishment essay about soulmates; you did very well, but you should try to write with your left hand, your penmanship is nearly illegible."
Frowning, Harry asked "And why should I write with my left hand then? Won't it get only worse?"
"Harry, Lily was left-handed, as am I and I know for a fact that my writing always looks as messy as yours does when I try and write with my right hand. Could it be that your aunt and uncle re-educated you when you were little?"
Suddenly an image of his aunt pouring boiling water over his left hand flashed through his mind and he gave a pitiful mewl.
"I think that answers your question," Lucius said and was by his side with two long strides and picking him up. He instantly buried his face into his first mate's shoulder and tried to keep the tears at bay; he wouldn't cry about something that had happened such a long time ago and which he had not even remembered until now. But his nerves seemed to remember the pain and a single tear ran down his cheeks.
"Shh Harry, it is over and they are dead, they cannot hurt you anymore," Lucius said while his father joined them and started to rub his back soothingly.
"You are right," he sniffed, wiping the tear away. "It's pathetic what a cry-baby I have become."
His father gave him an angry glare, but as the man spoke his voice was as smooth and warm as ever: "You are not pathetic; I do not want to hear you say that ever again. You are still very young, you are a submissive and a lot has happened in the last few days."
Lucius sat him down again and he gave the two older vampires a thankful smile. "You are right. I will just go to Potions now. See you in a few," he grinned, suddenly feeling better again. He gave his mate and his father each a quick peck before grabbing his bag and leaving his quarters.
Ron and Hermione were not waiting in front of his door this morning, thus he simply made his way down to the dungeons where he found his friends already waiting for him, both looking pale.
"Have you read the Daily Prophet article already?" Ron asked in a hushed voice as soon as he had joined them. He opened his mouth to answer, but before he had a chance to say anything Dean, Seamus, Parvati and Lavender came over.
"I have, but there isn't much we can do right now, especially as long as the Ministry is still playing stupid," he sight, easily slipping into the role of the Order Leader.
"But we have to do something, those people are dangerous. They are the real thing, nothing like your… er… you know," Seamus said, hinting at Sirius.
"They are actually right, Harry," Hermione agreed "You are getting taught by Dumbledore and you partook in the Knowledge Ritual, but the rest of us..."
Harry sight, he had known that this topic had been bound to come up one day and his friends were right, they were really utterly unprepared. But what could he do? He was still in training himself.
"And what do you expect from me?" He asked, looking from one person to the other. Lavender and Parvati both shrugged helplessly, but Hermione was chewing on her bottom lip, a sign that she had an idea that he would not like.
"Just spit it," he prompted her and she sighed as well.
"I know you have a lot to do already, but maybe you could train us? I mean, you always have been good at defence and now after three months of private tutelage…"
Harry made a face, he could not imagine tutoring anybody, especially not his friends; it was enough that he had to give them orders during their Order Meeting, he didn't need to work them like a general on top of that.
"Mione, I don't think that I would be a good..."
"Mate, she is right..." Ron interrupted him, but at his angry growl, he quickly added a sorry. "You have the best marks in defence, even better than Mione and you can explain it well. I never understand Hermione's explanations in DADA but yours are great!"
Hermione threw their friend an insulted look, but quickly focused on him again, saying "Just think about it, okay?"
"Okay," he promised, just when a flash of light blond hair caught his eyes. Draco was standing not far from him, clearly listening in, but his guarded expression didn't tell him what his mate was thinking.
The door to their classroom swung open and his father appeared with his usual sneer on his face. He ignored the glare the man was sending him and walked into the room and over to his usual desk, where he sat down and pulled the old textbook from his father out. His friends sat down next to him, taking out their Fifth Year Potions books and opened it on a page somewhere in the middle. When everybody was finally seated, his father swept to the front and started without missing and beat:
"I hope you all have read the chapter about Nerve Numbing Potions, because I will not give you further explanations, begin," he snapped, but before anybody could get up, he added in a loud drawl "Malfoy, as you are able to brew this Potion already, you will assist Potter, who will be brewing the Bone Mending Potion today."
Harry grinned inwardly at the prospect of working with one of his mates and searched for the recipe for the Bone Mending Potion in his textbook. Since he had started brewing the right Potions for his age and was actually doing quite well in the subject, Potions had become his favourite class after DADA. With his keen vampire nose, he could even sometimes smell which ingredients would not work well together. It always made him happy when he handed a good Potion in and saw the proud gleam in his father's eyes.
A bag was dumped next to his desk and as he looked up; Draco was sneering down at him. It took all of his willpower to not smile brightly back and instead scowl, but he succeeded.
"Well Potter, go and fetch the ingredients," his mate ordered and unnoticed by the blonde a delighted shudder went down Harry's spine; this was the first order from his second dominant and his instincts were singing in joy.
He stood up, forgetting to scowl again and walked to the storage room, not noticing the confused looks his friends were giving him.
He had to go twice to collect all the ingredients he would need.
"So, shall we just start with the cutting?" He asked when he had sat down again and was organizing all the small vials and boxes.
"Yes, a good preparation is the start of a good Potion, " his mate answered, lifting his wand and unobtrusively casting a sound muffling spell to hinder the other students from listening in on them. "I am sorry about all the things I have said about your Potions skills," Draco said, making him sigh. He truly was glad that Draco was now considering his feelings more, but he wanted his younger mate to be as proud as he always had been and not an overly careful fake. Besides, a proud, self-confident dominant was so much sexier.
"It's okay, you couldn't have known. In fact, I didn't know either until this summer," he said, but in contrast to what he had wanted to achieve with his words, Draco only shook his head and said:
"But you have talent, not only in Potions and DADA; you are exceptional in all of our classes."
Sighing slightly exasperated, he grabbed a dragon's scale and started grinding them. "I am only doing this well this term because of your Manor Magic and the Knowledge Ritual; and you and your father still know much more," he replied.
His mate frowned, before saying: "But you have always been good in the practical sections which many students struggle with, and if I have understood it correctly, you never had any pre-Hogwarts education. On top of that, you shouldn't even be in the fifth year yet."
Stopping his work for a moment, Harry closed his eyes; he hated when everybody always mentioned his true age. True he was young, but he had also gotten along well enough so far, he was not as fragile as they thought… most of the time at least, and he was sure that he would become even more stable once more, now that his soulbond was finally growing slowly.
Shaking his head, he filled the cauldron with the prescribed amount of water and added the powder of the dragon scale and mumbled: "Please, can we change the topic?"
Draco frowned down at him for a second, but then nodded and instead brought a topic up he liked even less than his age:
"These visions, do you know why do you get them?"
For a moment, Harry thought about just not answering, but that would not be fair; Draco had a right to know those things as well and he didn't want his second mate to always feel a step behind Lucius. "Yes," he finally sighed, letting his head hang. "I would like to tell you about all of these things, but as long as you are not in the Order, I can't," he admitted and bent his head slightly under his mate's frown, waiting for an answer. He really would like to initiate Draco, but they had yet to talk about the blonde's beliefs. The silence between them started to stretch on and Harry fought the urge to bite down on his bottom lip as his nervousness rose. Hopefully Voldemort would not be the reason why their soulbond could not be fulfilled in the end; after all, they had accomplished so much in the last two days.
"What does the Order have to do with everything? Isn't it just a bunch of people who try fighting against the Dark Lord?" Draco finally asked after a moment of silence.
"Yes and no," Harry said and sighed in relief about having gotten an answer after all, but now he had to think about a good way of explaining the whole matter. "We are fighting him, that is correct, but when someone is initiated I cast a binding spell on him or her so that the person cannot give our secrets away and endanger us. My mother was killed because back then they had nothing in place like this, and I don't want anyone to share my fate."
Draco gave him a long look, his face once again unreadable and cold. "And what are you fighting for? The victory of the Light?" His mate inquired and Harry could see that Draco wanted to sneer.
"No,” he said silently, looking right and left just in case someone was trying to listen in after all. "I don't believe that one side is better than the other. I want equality. As long as one side wins, the other will want revenge, and war will continue."
Draco looked at him with surprise for a split second, but then his mask was back in place. "And do you know how you will make sure that this peace will happen in the end?"
Shaking his head again, Harry said: "I know how I can get You-Know-Who to agree to a peace contract, but after that… I guess we would need a good Minister. Someone who will enforce law changes and make sure that the people follow them."
Draco then gave him a look he could not quite decipher, before changing the topic again: "You know, I think your friends are right, you should train them."
"Why me?" Harry asked, trying to not sigh once again. "Because you are powerful and more importantly; they trust you."
Frowning himself now, Harry looked down at the flubberworm he was cutting into slices. Draco was right, he knew that, but he already had so much to do, how could he find the time to train about 20 students on top of it all? He had training with Dumbledore about three times a week, even though last week they had not met with everything that had been going on.
"Would you and Lucius help me?" He finally asked, realizing that he could not leave his friends so unprepared.
"Of course, and I am sure Severus would help as well," Draco said smoothly, but their conversation came to an abrupt halt when Pansy suddenly appeared next to their table.
The girl ignored him as she placed her hands on her hips and pouted down at his mate.
"I can't accept this!" She declared with a pout on her lips that still was unflattering.
"What can you not accept, Pansy?" Draco drawled, while leaning back in his seat and crossing his long legs, while Harry tried to fight the urge of growling at the girl; he had a feeling that he knew what would be coming next.
"Your engagement of course! We were always meant to be the next Lord and Lady Malfoy! You can break the contract, you are a Malfoy after all, no one would doubt your decision; it would not damage your reputation!"
Harry could feel Draco's magic rise and gather protectively around him as his mate grew angrier by the second. Glancing over at the blonde, he suppressed the appreciative purr that wanted to leave his mouth at the show of raw strength. How could he ever have believed that Draco wasn't sexy?
"Pansy," his mate finally spoke up, and he quickly concentrated back on the argument in front of him. “I don't know what your parents have told you, but neither I nor my father ever considered you as a candidate. Besides, you could never compare to my fiancé, even father is proud of me because of this union."
Harry tried not to glance over too blatantly when Draco lifted his right hand where the family signet sat proudly, and instead concentrated on the stirring of his potion and adding the next ingredients; but it was so difficult. Someone was trying to take his mate away, his instincts were screaming at him to protect what was his and he could do nothing; it was so unfair.
Pansy gasped, but Draco gave her no time to speak: "You see; father is in fact so proud that he already named me Lord Malfoy, I am ruling the family now along with him."
"Who is the girl?" Pansy asked in a demanding voice, but his mate only shook his head in an elegant fashion. "I am afraid my fiancé's identity will remain a secret for a while longer, I would not want other people trying to bother her."
"But that can't be… there is no one in our school who would be such a great catch!" Pansy pouted.
"Are you sure?" His mate only queried back, but by now Harry was only listening with one ear while starting to look for his father; he was getting so annoyed with the stupid Slytherin-girl. Normally his father would never allow his students to leave their workplaces during a lesson, but the man was nowhere in sight, which explained Pansy's appearance. Huffing in annoyance, he turned back to the argument, just in time to hear Pansy threaten:
"I will write father about this!"
His second dominant only lifted one of his eyebrows mockingly, before responding: "And what do you think he can or will do? There was never any form of promise between our families, neither in writing nor in magic. It has always been wishful thinking on you and your parents' part, nothing more."
The girl finally gave his mate one last, angry glare before turning on her heels and stomping back to her own seat.
"What a hassle," Draco sneered, before turning back to him. "Let's finish this Potion, we don’t have much time left," his mate ordered and Harry started to stir again, while Draco quickly cut the last few ingredients.
When the lesson was over half an hour later, Draco left him with a disgusted sneer for show and rejoined his friends outside the classroom. Hermione gave him a quizzical look but said nothing. Hoping that the girl was not onto Draco and him, he followed his friends up to the Great Hall for lunch where he sat down between them.
"I have thought about the training again," he said as Ron was piling potatoes onto his plate. "I think I will call a meeting. I can't promised to always be the one who trains them, and even if I am there I will need help, but when they agree to the people who would be willing to help, I will think about something."
Hermione's face instantly brightened. "That would be really great; I bet they will not have anything against your conditions."
"Yeah," Ron agreed through a mouth full of potatoes and meat "... as long as you do not ask Malfoy to help."
Sighing exasperatedly, Harry turned to his friend, but before he could defend his mate, Hermione had already opened her mouth: "Ron, really, you should stop with your prejudices. Professor Malfoy is an Order Member and he is here at Hogwarts; of course Harry will ask him, he would be stupid to not do so. Besides, he is rumoured to be a really good dueller."
"But he is Malfoy!" Ron protested "I still don't trust him."
"Lucius was the one who, along with my father, informed us about the planned attack on the students' families," Harry tried to remind his friend, but he knew that it would take a miracle for Ron to see past the old family feud between the Weasley’s and the Malfoy’s. "I will ask the others and then we will see," he quickly ended the discussion as Ron opened his mouth again. His friend frowned but remained silent.
"So, when do you want to meet with the others?" Hermione asked, pulling out her enchanted galleon.
Shrugging, Harry mentally went over the list of things he had to do today and finally answered: tomorrow after classes, I don't have any time left today."
"Why so busy?" Ron asked, refilling his plate.
"After classes, I have to go to Dumbledore, dad and Lucius think I need to learn how to protect my mind, and if I know them well enough, they will start training me immediately."
"You will let Malfoy into your head?" Ron exclaimed, almost letting his fork fall.
"Ron!" Hermione shouted back, clearly getting annoyed with their friend herself.
"Its okay, Mione, I believe Lucius will only be there to help; regardless, dad will do the actual training," he soothed his two friends, before looking at his wristwatch and standing up. "We should hurry," he added, not wanting to be too late for Lucius' class.
His friends rose as well, Ron with an annoyed huff as they made their way up to the DADA-classroom.
Pansy was sulking in a corner together with Daphne as he arrived, while his second mate stood surrounded by a group of Slytherins boys, letting himself be congratulated on his good catch.
"I bet that the girl isn't as great as he says, if she even exists," Ron muttered and threw his mate a glare.
"Jealous, Ron? Do you want a good catch as well?" Hermione glared at the redhead, who like usual, did not get the hint.
Looking from one friend to the other, Harry decided that he would help Hermione somehow if Ron was still none the wiser by the time Christmas holidays had started.
"I am not jealous and I don't need a good catch; only a person who can't imagine what love is searches for a good match!" Ron protested, and Harry once more felt his anger rise. Ron had said so many mean things about his mates today that he wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep his act together, but in the next moment he had to fight a blush when Hermione looked over to his mate and noted:
"I think he looks as if he is in love with his fiancé, and why shouldn't he be?"
"Because he is a Malfoy and Malfoy’s are unable to love anybody besides themselves."
Suddenly Harry's vision went red and all he could do was ball his fists and not attack his friend immediately.
"Shut it, Ron. They are not so bad," he hissed out between clenched teeth. "You don't even know them, so cut the crap!"
"Hey mate, cool…" Ron started, but he only snapped "And don't call me mate," before storming past them and into the room Lucius was just opening.
He flopped down in his usual seat, still angry, but at least his vision was returning to normal. He was so annoyed and angry right now. True, Ron didn't know that the Malfoy’s were his mates, but he at least should have noticed that he was trying to get along with them for the sake of the war (and peace later on). Sometimes the redhead was just so stupid.
Feeling as if someone was watching him, he looked around, only to see both of his mates still standing in the doorway, watching him. Great, now he would have to calm down two worried dominants as well, just because Ron didn't know when to shut his trap for once. Lucius and Draco seemed to discuss something, before separating and going to their respective places; Draco a few seats behind him and Lucius in front of the class.
"Today we will begin with a new topic, please open your books," Lucius started the lecture, and Harry quickly opened his journal to where a couple of new pages had been added.
"You will notice that some of you have a list of Defensive Spells, while others will find Offensive Spells. Today you will start by practicing those spells on your own, and in our next lesson you will duel against each other to improve your battling skills. You may begin now," his first mate said, before walking over to his desk and sitting down to correct some essays that were piling on top of the table.
Harry skipped to the list, only to notice that he already knew the spells written down there. They were fairly easy but effective spells; Lucius had made a good choice. Leaning back in his chair, he decided that he would get a head start on his homework and pulled the essay he had to write for Herbology out, and continued where he had stopped. Lucius didn't call attention to him, even though he knew that the man must have seen what he was doing, but when he glanced back at Draco once, he saw that the boy was doing his assignments as well.
Next to him his friends were struggling with their individual sets of spells, Ron more than Hermione, but he did not offer to help; if he were to offer help to Hermione, he would have to offer the same to Ron and he wasn't in the mood to talk to the redhead right now.
From time to time he watched from the corner of his eyes as Lucius patrolled through the class and helped students with the new spells, but mainly he concentrated on his homework. As long as no one was making advances on his mates he did not feel the need to watch them constantly, although he noticed that the two Malfoy’s were looking over at him fairly often; maybe that was an instinct of theirs, he himself wasn't a dominant after all.
The essay he had to write was not difficult and he progressed quickly, even without using his vampire speed, and when Lucius ended the class he was just writing the last word down. Rolling the scroll up, he placed it back into his school bag and waited for his friends who were doing the same.
When they left the room and started their way up to Gryffindor tower, Draco and Lucius had already disappeared, but he knew that they would probably already be waiting in his quarters.
"I have to go and meet with dad and Lucius now," he told them as Hermione swung her bag again over her shoulder, which had slid down.
"Do you want to meet later and do homework together? We could come down after dinner," Hermione suggested with a hopeful look, making Harry suspect that she was curious about the Occlumency lesson he might have received by then.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, even though he was still angry with Ron, but he didn't want to blow their disagreement up to a full-blown argument.
They had reached the Portrait of the Fat Lady and the door to his rooms, and Harry waved a quick ‘see you later’ before leaving his friends for now and entering his quarters. As he had suspected the muffled voices of his two mates could already be heard, and remembering his private mission to find out what kind of outfit Draco would like on him, he sneaked past the living room and quickly changed into yet another robe. The one he had chosen looked like those Arthur Weasley and many other Ministry workers wore. It consisted of a white button down shirt, gray pants and a dark green cloak and matching tie, nothing special, but nothing that would hurt someone's eyes either.
Content with his change he finally made his way into the living room and greeted his mates with a happy smile. Lucius and Draco sat on his sofa, one leaning against the right armrest, the other against the left, and the space in between clearly meant for him. Lucius frowned as he saw his robe, making him wince inwardly; hopefully his first mate would not interpret his new clothes as sign that he did not like the robes he had given him anymore. Draco only looked him up and down as well, his face expressionless. Sighing inwardly, Harry mentally noted this robe down as a failure as well, but let nothing of his disappointment show on his face as he sat down between them.
"Will dad be coming soon?" he asked, looking at Lucius, who gave him a curt nod.
"He will come as soon as possible, but some dimwit blew up a cauldron and he has to oversee the cleaning," the man answered and pressed a quick kiss to his unruly mop of hair.
"Harry?" Draco said, taking his hand and pulling his attention away from Lucius.
"Yes?" he asked, wondering about the serious look in his mate's ice-blue orbs.
"I have decided that I want to join your Order. It will not do that I can never be there when you might need help, and if your goals are truly what you have told me, I will gladly fight for you."
Harry's heart started to race and a flush rose in his cheek. This was the first words of commitment Draco was giving him and it made him unimaginably happy.
"Thank you Draco," he smiled, feeling as if nothing could ruin this day anymore.
"Naturally, I am your dominant as well," said Draco, and Harry thought he saw a slight pinkness on those pale cheeks as well.
"Tomorrow I will call together everyone who is here at school; you can come then and I will initiate you," he told his mate.
"Speaking of the meeting," Lucius said and grabbed his other hand "I assume it is about the matter of training. Severus and I would be willing to help you and I think it would be safe to assume that your godfather and his Wolf would come as well."
Harry glared at the title Wolf, but didn't comment on it as his ears had picked up on his father's approaching footsteps. The man appeared in the doorway only a second later, a soft, barely noticeable smile creeping up his lips as he saw him sitting between his two dominants.
"Shall we go then?" His father asked and stretched his arms out. Harry instantly jumped up, his mates forgotten for the moment and ran over to Severus, flinging himself into the billowing, black robes and hugging his waist tightly. When he turned back around he saw that Draco was watching them with an odd expression, but Lucius broke the moment by saying:
"We should go now, or it will be too late to begin the training today."
Harry nodded, so did everybody else, and they took the hidden staircase that led directly into the Headmaster's office. Soft voices could be heard from inside; Albus, and McGonagall if Harry wasn't mistaken, and Lucius knocked politely.
"Come in, my boy," Dumbledore called, sounding surprised for the first time since Harry had known the man; apparently the spells that were telling the man when visitors were approaching did not work on his special door.
Lucius pushed the door open and Harry followed him inside, followed by Draco and his father.
"Ah, what a surprise, so many guests at once," the old man smiled joyfully and conjured four chairs next to the one McGonagall was sitting in.
Harry walked over to one of the plush seats, but before he could sit down his father was already grabbing him under his arms and lifting him up into his lap. Feeling like a small child, Harry huffed indignantly but leaned comfortably back against the man's strong chest. Draco and Lucius took the seats next to them, whilst his Head of House gave him and his father an amused look, but kept silent.
"How can I help you, my boys?" Dumbledore inquired with twinkling eyes, looking from him to his father and Lucius before letting his twinkling blue eyes rest longer on Draco.
"Lucius and I think that Harry should be taught Occlumency. His connection to the Dark Lord still has not closed completely and it can easily become a danger to us all," his father said, and Harry could imagine the look on the Potions Master's face. Dumbledore's expression darkened and he nodded slowly.
"That is a wise idea Severus, but I fear I am not the right one to teach young Harry this skill. I have become fairly adept at the skill through time, but it never came as easy to me as people probably think."
"That will not be a problem," Lucius interjected. "Severus can teach his son, and Draco and I will assist."
"I can understand why you would help with the tutelage," McGonagall spoke up, her thin eyebrows drawn together into a straight line, "but your son is not even an Order Member."
Feeling the need to defend his second mate who was trying his best to redeem himself ever since their agreement, Harry quickly spoke up for the first time since the conversation had started: "Draco will be joining tomorrow."
"He will?" Asked the witch, sounding surprised.
"Yes," Draco said, perfect Malfoy sneer in place. "I am a Malfoy; we are loyal to our family and as father has decided that it will be the best for us to follow Potter, I will do the same."
McGonagall didn't look as if she believed that this could be Draco’s only reasons, Harry thought, but as his Head of House only nodded curtly, Dumbledore took control again, this time addressing him directly: "Harry, I can reduce our training from three times a week to two, but nothing more, and Severus," the old wizard added "You will have to officially register your lessons with your son, or he might experience problems with his graduation."
"Consider it taken care of," his father agreed, pulling him higher onto his lap.
Remembering his plan to train his friends, Harry cleared his throat and asked: "Albus, I am planning to start some training lessons for the young Order Members, do you know of a place where we could train? You mentioned this one room once..." he pondered, trying to remember its name.
"Ah yes, the Room of Requirements, it would indeed be a good choice. You can find it on the seventh floor; just walk up and down the passage in front of the Portrait of Barnabas the Barmy three times, and imagine what kind of room you need."
"The Room of Requirements?" Draco mused, apparently not having heard about the room either.
"Yes, my boy, it is the most amazing room of Hogwarts, I dare say," Dumbledore smiled, but Lucius was already rising.
"We will take our leave then," his mate announced, and Harry was softly pushed from his father's lap. Standing up, he waited for one of his mates to go ahead, before waving his goodbyes to his mentor and leaving the office again.
Back in his living room he once more sat down between his mates, waiting for his father to start his lesson. The man did not look happy as he sat down across from him with a dark expression.
"Harry, I will not try to sugar-coat this; Occlumency is one of the hardest and most painful skills to learn."
Harry only blinked at his father, wondering what could still be so painfully, now that they all were vampires.
"I don't mean physical pain, but mental. I will try to force my way into your head, while you will have to try and push me out. It might help you to imagine a barrier or a force that guards your mind, but I cannot tell you what method will be the best for you."
Nodding, Harry tried not to let his uneasiness show on his face. This sounded as if his father would be able to see some of his memories if he did not succeed in pushing him out, and he didn't want his father to find out exactly how badly he had been treated as a child; the man would probably never forgive himself for not having been there for him then. Glancing to his sides, he wondered how exactly his mates would help him with his training; they would not all try and enter his mind at once, would they?
As if his father knew what he was thinking, he explained: "I will cast a spell that will allow Lucius and Draco to see what I see in your mind; that will be the only way that your dominants will allow me to enter your mind at all."
Harry winced, that was even worse than only his father seeing glimpses of his past, but at least the Dursley’s were already dead and could not be tortured anymore.
"But they won't enter my mind as well, will they?" Harry asked, wanting to be sure that he had understood correctly.
"No, they will be connected to my mind, but not enter yours," his father confirmed. "If you are ready, close your eyes and try to clear your mind; imagine your protection while I cast the spell on your mates."
Harry gave a hesitant nod and reached for both his mates’ hands, who squeezed his lightly in return, before closing his eyes.
He was already partially familiar with picturing parts of himself, like his magical core, but his mind was a whole different matter. His father had said to empty his mind and imagine a barrier or something that would protect his most personal secrets, so that was what he tried to do. He entered his meditative state quickly, but realized how much he still had been thinking in this state of mind, so he tried to calm his thoughts like he always did with his breathing.
His thoughts grew fewer, but the fear of what his father and mates would all be able to see in his mind, pulled those memories he wanted to hide to the forefront.
Much too quickly he heard the soft voice of his father say: "Brace yourself!" and then the command "Legilimence!" before he was whisked away from the living room, back into the total blackness of his cupboard. He had no idea what time it was, his aunt had closed the shutters on the door and no light was reaching him, but he could feel that he was much younger than now and afraid, so afraid as he sat alone and hungry in the darkness.
He was maybe six years old and the sun was burning down on him as he planted roses in the flower bed in front of his aunt and uncle’s house. Sighing in relief, he wiped his sweaty forehead as he was finally finished, glad that he could return into the coolness of the house. But then his cousin and best friend, Piers Polkiss, suddenly appeared in front of him, laughing gleefully as they pushed him to the side and began to rip the roses out and stomp on them until they were all dead and broken. His aunt appeared in the doorway of the house and started screaming, calling him a freak and useless freeloader while screaming for her husband in between, and he started to run, knowing that it would do him no good, knowing that the beating would come as soon as he returned, and he had to return, because he had nowhere else to go.
Harry gasped and blinked a few times. His heart was racing. Feeling confused, he looked around, but he was not quite sure where he was. Slowly he grew aware of Draco sitting left of him and he could feel Lucius' presence to his right, but he was too ashamed to look his mates in the eyes, not after what they had just seen; and he didn't have to because he could feel both his mates trembling slightly. Across from him, his father looked paler than he had ever seen him before; even in comparison to the night they had found out that they were father and son. But to his relief, his father merely cleared his throat and said: "You need to concentrate more on your barrier. Try to imagine it made of a strong material, like steel or stone."
Nodding without replying anything, he closed his eyes again and went back into his mind, he couldn't have spoken anyway. This time he ignored the cleaning of his mind and instead concentrated solely on the protective barrier. He imagined the strong shields Lucius had raised inside his mind that one night, before nodding and waiting for the attack.
A moment later he heard the spell being cast again and this time his father actually did not break through immediately; for a second he was able to feel a pressure like a headache in his mind, before the silver shields shattered in front of him and he found himself dragged down the hallways of his Muggle primary school and into the Headmaster's office.
"I promise to have a serious word with the boy, Mr. Thomson,” he heard the voice of his uncle and panic rose inside of him. He tried to get his arm free, but the teacher's grasp was too tight, and in the next moment he was shoved into the office and in front of his uncle. He didn't hear his uncle say his goodbyes to his headmaster and the car drive home was a single blur of fear. As soon as he had been pushed into the house, his uncle was already unfastening his belt and in the next second, it came crashing down on him. He screamed out in agony as the first blow hit; and he did not even have time to catch his breath when the second one landed on his back. Within seconds his back was on fire and blood was soaking his t-shirt, but in the next moment, he was hurled out of the memory, back into his cupboard.
"Three, two, one…" he counted down and then blew an imagined candle out in the total darkness that was once more surrounding him "Happy birthday; it’s your fifth birthday!" he chirped in his childish voice and smiled a second before lying back down on his cot.
Some sound awoke him. Confused he sat up and looked around in his small bedroom. The sound reached his ears again, sounding as if it came from the window. Frowning, he sat up, picked the shirt up he had pulled off because of the heat of the summer, and walked over to the window. His eyes widened in disbelief at what he saw.
"Harry, we are here to save you!" Ron shouted, while he still stared disbelievingly at the flying car in front of his window. One of the twins poked his head out of the open windows and shouted: "Better take a step back, we will free you now!"
He watched in fascination as the twin fastened a chain onto the iron bars that were keeping him prisoner. A loud bang echoed through the night as the bars were ripped from the walls and landed below on the street.
"Finite!" he heard his father say and in the next moment, he was back in his living room. His mates were even stiffer now besides him, and every cell in his body was urging him to hide somewhere where they could not see the shame in his eyes. He had always tried so hard to never even hint at how bad it had truly been at his relatives’ home, and even though Lucius and his father might have assumed some things, he had succeeded fairly well, but now they knew how pathetic he had been all those years… how weak. Would they even want him anymore? And even if they did, would they still be able to trust him with the defeat of Voldemort? Why would he be stronger now than back then? Why would he succeed to defeating the strongest Dark Wizard alive, when he did not even have the power to protect himself against his Muggle uncle?
Hot tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and he angrily wiped them away before jumping up, intent on hiding in one of his many rooms and not coming out for a very long time; he felt so ashamed. But before he could take more than two steps a strong hand had grasped his wrist and he was yanked against a strong chest.
"Shh, Harry, it's fine," Lucius said in his deep, melodic voice.
Draco shifted behind him as well and in the next moment, his second mate embraced him as well, caging him in between his two mates’ strong bodies. For a split second, he stiffened, a picture of Draco pressing him against tiled walls flashing through his mind, but the fear was quickly squashed by the low, purring sound Draco started making. He automatically relaxed into the touches and finally, the tears fell. Remembering all those times he had been beaten, starved, ignored, verbally abused and locked away, and for the first time he allowed his body to express the pain he had felt in those situations. He cried for minutes, salty tears running down his face and soaking his mates’ expensive robes, but he didn't mind, because Lucius and Draco didn't mind. They held him tightly and securely, stroking soothing patterns on his back and combing through his hair. Their chest vibrated with the calming sounds they made, relaxing him slowly.
"Hush, Harry, you will never be hurt that way again, father and I will not allow it," Draco whispered and put a soft kiss to his neck.
"But… but… how can you still want someone as weak and pathetic as me? You two are so proud and I… and I… and the war… how could you possibly trust me with it now? I don't want you to return to Voldemort!" he sobbed when he was finally calm enough to speak again, but at his words, his panic grew stronger again. His mates both flinched at their former Master's name, but when Lucius spoke his voice was steady: " None of us will return to the Dark Lord: neither Draco, nor your father, nor I."
"And you were not weak, only young," Draco added from behind him and laid his head against his shoulder. Harry shuddered at the contact, but the more contact he had with his mates, the calmer was he becoming, even though he would not yet have initiated such familiarity with Draco, but it actually felt good.
"We both believe in you," Draco continued. "You are our mate and we know that you are strong. You want to protect your friends and family and that is what makes you strong, it always has and it was what...had drawn my attention to you, I could always feel it in your magic."
"You can?" He asked his voice still hoarse.
"Yes I can, so don't worry, I know what you can accomplish, and Lucius certainly knows it as well by now, and if not I will tell him."
A small smile tugged at his lips because of his second mate's words, and warmth spread in his chest. It was baffling; only two days ago Lucius had been up and about to rip his son's head off for his ignorance, and now Draco was threatening to do the same if Lucius would not stay by his side, it was amazing.
Feeling better again, he gently pushed against Lucius' chest and said: "I...think I am alright again."
His mates let him go again, but stayed close. As Harry wiped the last evidence of tears from his face his eyes fell on his father, who sat hunched over in one of the armchairs, his face obscured by his long, black hair. The picture was worse than the memories, it hurt his soul on an ever deeper level; a level he had not known existed before he had come to know his father and his mates. Hesitantly, he stepped away from his mates and walked over to his father, not knowing what he could do to make the man understand that his horrible past was not his fault.
Finally, he simply leaned forwards and stretched to hug as much of his dad as he could reach, which sadly wasn't as much as he would have liked.
"It wasn't your fault. You didn't know," he whispered, hoping that his words would take some of the pain away, but his father only shook his head desperately and said in a voice that nearly broke his heart: "But I should have… I should never have believed that your mother would just turn to another man, she never had been the type of person who would have done something like that, or at least I should have checked whether you were my son, especially after Lily and James had been killed. By Merlin, I should have just taken you in regardless, James was dead, so was your mother, it shouldn't have mattered to me anymore who your real father was. Albus could have hidden us and you would never have suffered so much. I would never have beaten you!"
"You had no chance of knowing or finding out, not with all the rituals mom and James had preformed," Harry said, pushing his father back so that he could climb onto his lap.
"You can still make everything good again and be a good father; we have all eternity," he added and was glad when he saw a small smile appear on his father's lips.
"You are right, and I can still protect my pure, innocent son from his devious mates," the man chuckled, but it still sounded rather pitiful. He heard Draco huff in the background, but only grinned at the sound; Draco could be such a drama queen, more so even than Lucius.
"You know, I am glad that your bond is finally progressing again," his father suddenly said in a musing voice after they had simply cuddled for a few minutes. "You have two strong mates, I am sure they will make you happy."
"I am also sure… and I think that Draco will not attack me again," Harry said looking over at Lucius and Draco who were talking silently.
"He won't,” Severus agreed. "He adores you; just like Lucius, you are lucky to have them.
Harry hummed in agreement, still eyeing both blondes. A thought suddenly entered his mind and he asked in a whisper so that his mates wouldn't hear: "Do you think they will go on a date with me again? I mean, now that Draco actually talks to me?"
"I am sure they will, and it will probably be a trip to one of their Holiday Manors; Malfoy’s don't like anything more than showing off their wealth," his father snorted.
"That sounds great, but I would even be content with just a visit to the normal Manor again, I haven't even seen Draco's rooms yet," Harry grinned and leaned back against his father's chest, adding "And on the weekend I want to have a sleepover with you. We could go to Privet Drive and have a DVD night. "
His father made a face, sneering: "You can come down for a sleepover, but I will think of another activity."
Harry sighed, but didn't pout; he had known that he would get this outcome.
Voices suddenly sounded from his hallway and he looked up, as did his mates and his father.
"I think your friends are coming," Draco sneered, his nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Yeah, they wanted to come down and do homework together," Harry told his second mate and slid from his father's lap.
"I still have Headboy duties anyway," the blonde huffed.
Lucius stood as well, declaring: "And I have to mark the essays of my Third Years. I would suggest that we depart for the moment and meet back here after curfew."
Draco gave a quick nod, before saying to him: "Maybe you should go and stop your friends before they see us all cozily gathered in your living room."
Shrugging, Harry gave his father a quick pat, wished him a good night for later, and left the room to meet his friends.
They were just in line with his library and he quickly stopped them by saying: "Shall we go directly to my library?"
Ron and Hermione startled a little; they had obviously not heard him approach, but Hermione instantly gave him a bright smile and a nod as she recognized him.
"Sure, doesn't matter where we drown in our essays anyway," Ron grumbled and pushed the library door open.
"I am nearly done; maybe you should stop procrastinating so much?" Hermione huffed and Ron threw him a pleading look, but he could only shrug, being finished with nearly all his assignments as well.
"You are turning into a nerd, Harry!" Ron sighed but went ahead and into the room.
"I am not turning into a nerd, my inheritance just comes in handy," Harry protested and went over to his usual seat where he flopped down.
A tray with hot cocoa and a goblet of blood appeared in the middle of the table and he took his drink before summoning his school bag from wherever he had left it.
"So, what do you still have to do?" Hermione asked while pulling out her Potions textbook.
"Nothing really, but I thought I could start with the essay about my Magical Artefacts for Transfigurations and Charms," Harry told her and pulled a scroll of parchment from his bag.
"I still have to do Potions, Divination and finish Herbology," Ron scowled, looking anything but happy, while Harry started on his essay.
For the next hour, they worked in silence. Harry found that the essay about the wands he had created came to him easily, and in the end he had written much more than was required. Hermione finished her homework almost simultaneously, and after a few minutes of bored silence in which they watched Ron sweating over Potions, the girl took her chair and scooted closer.
"So, how is it going your mate? Have you met lately?" She asked and Harry knew that she wanted to know what had been going on since he had made peace with his second mate.
"We will meet this evening after curfew, I am really glad that I have my own fireplace," he said for Ron's benefit.
"Have you two already spoken about the future? It's still a while, but…" Hermione broke off, apparently not knowing how to end her own sentence.
"He will want kids," Ron chirped in. "You have always wanted a family, haven't you?"
A pang went through Harry's heart and he hastily looked down. His friends were right, his biggest dream had always been to have a huge family with at least two children, but this dream would never come true and he shouldn't even feel so sad about it. After all, fate had granted him so much during the last month. He had two wonderful and caring mates, even if it still did not feel as easy with Draco as it did with Lucius, so he had no reason to not be completely happy, but he wasn't; not as soon as this topic came up. And since his inheritance, the dream had grown even stronger, it was probably a basic instinct he possessed as a submissive, only that this instinct had never disappeared like it should have.
"Yeah," he replied, hoping that he didn't sound too depressed. "Kids would be nice." Maybe, he thought, he would be able to talk his mates into adopting a child one day; there were always orphans, as sad as it was.
Hermione gave him a sad look, they had talked about the topic during the train ride to Hogwarts and thus his friend already knew that this particular dream would never become true for him, at least, not in the classical way. Ron, fortunately, had already turned back to his textbook and did not notice the change in the atmosphere.
"I am sure you will find a way," Hermione said silently and he nodded. They changed the topic completely then and talked for another hour until curfew was only ten minutes away.
"I think we should return to the Tower, Ron," she said, giving him a wink.
"But I want to get to know Harry's mate, she must be awesome," the redhead protested, but at least started to pack his things away.
"I am sure Harry will introduce her to us one day when they both are ready, weren't you the one who always told me that mating is a private matter?" Ron muttered something about mean friends, but let himself be dragged off by Hermione.
"I will see you tomorrow guys," Harry waved and watched as they left his rooms, glad that he could now return to his mates. Regardless of how much time he spent with the two, it never seemed to be enough.
Yawning, he stretched and decided to get changed, he was always tired early after one of his visions and wanted to lie down while he waited for Lucius and Draco’s return.
He found a fresh bathrobe and Weasley-jumper in his bathroom and quickly changed before crawling under the heavy comforter he shared with Lucius, and fought the urge to just close his eyes and fall asleep. He wanted to wait for his mates and to kiss them goodnight, but he was fighting a losing battle. His eyelids began to droop and his efforts to keep them open grew sporadic, and a moment later sleep claimed him.
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