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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 39: A Terrible End

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When he awoke the next morning, Harry didn't feel like getting up at all. The bed was warm and soft and he felt completely relaxed and content pressed up between his two dominants. However, he could smell the scent of bacon and eggs leaking through the gap between the door and floor, indicating that their guests were already awake.
"Next Christmas will spend alone" Draco grumbled next to him, burying his face in his hair as if wanting to shield it from the smell that had apparently awoken him up.
To his right, Lucius stirred as well, sounding equally enthusiastic as he said "Indeed," and propped himself up.
Sighing, Harry wriggled out of Draco's grasp and sat up. "I guess we better get showered and dressed."
"You two can shower first…" came the muffled reply from where Draco lay, almost completely buried under the blanket by now. Snorting, Harry leaned down to give him a quick peck on his cheek, before kissing Lucius as well and getting up to shower first.
Entering the spacious new bathroom, he ignored the gigantic tub to his right and walked instead over to the shower stall. He truly would have liked to stay in bed with his dominants a little longer, but he knew that he would not get up for the rest of the day if he had stayed a minute longer, especially as naked as they all had been.
So sighing again, he instead turned the hot water on and washed quickly, before getting out again. Lucius must have entered the bathroom while he had been showering, because the blonde now stood in front of their large mirror, looking comfortable in his skin while combing his long hair out, the scene had an element of something hilarious… and something enticing as well. However, as he knew that they had no time for anything this morning, he merely told him "The shower is free now," before leaving hastily.
To his surprise, Draco had at least sat up. He was looking grumpy, but of course Malfoy’s probably never looked grumpy and were surely not even able to make those expressions. Smiling to himself, he made his way past the bed intent on getting a fresh set of clothes; however, he did not make it far as a pale elegant hand stretched out, snapped his left wrist and pulled him onto the bed and flush against said blonde.
"You don't plan on wearing that hideous sweater again?" Draco sneered, his hands sneaking around him to place themselves over his nipples, which quickly began to harden at the touch. Harry had suppressed a gasp but was unable to do the same with the delighted shiver that ran down his spine.
"I really like to see you in those tight waistcoats, they flatter your figure more," Draco added, now in a purring tone of voice.
Gasping, Harry tried to wriggle away, but the motion only made his backside rub against something very large, very hard and very hot. Closing his eyes tightly to ignore his own growing problem down below, he desperately tried to remind himself why they could not do this right now and doubled his efforts at getting free. With an exaggerated sigh, Draco finally let go of him, but not without giving his naked backside a harsh pinch. He quickly widened the distance between himself and his second dominant and hastily promised: "I… will wear my robes, I promise."
"Fine, at least something good this morning," Draco drawled in reply, and Harry watched as he slid out of their bed and made his way over to the bathroom, his hips once again moving in that enticing manner that drew him in so much. "I will be ready in five minutes," his voice wafted out again and with a shiver, Harry quickly began to rummage through his trunk.
To his delight, he found one of his favourite outfits, the dark lilac one with the golden pinstripes. It was a little difficult to get into the tight shorts, as he was still half hard, but he managed quickly enough and was soon completely dressed. However, Draco was apparently not finished yet, so he began to walk back over to the bed to sit down and wait when he noticed the neatly arranged presents on a sideboard at the other end of the room. His mind helpfully reminded him of the letter he had yet to read and even though he knew that it would change nothing, he knew that he would feel bad if he just ignored it. Therefore, he changed his direction, walked over to the chest of drawers and seared for the pink envelope. He found it lying next to Ginny's picture and picked it up.
However, when he was just about to open the thing, a pale hand shot out from behind him and snatched the letter away.
"Let's read that together, I think father and I have the right to know what ridiculous things the Weaslette is demanding now," Draco's voice sneered into his ears. Blushing, he turned around, the thought of Lucius and Draco reading what Ron's sister had written him not sitting right with him. Firstly, he already felt embarrassed with her attention, and secondly, even if he was annoyed of Ginny, he still didn't wish his two protective dominants start out on a revenge mission. Unfortunately, as soon as he had turned, he saw Lucius leaning against the bathroom door frame with crossed arms and waiting expectantly. He clearly had no choice here.
"Fine, but you have to promise me that you will not immediately go after her once you have read the letter," he huffed.
Lucius actually made a sound that could almost be mistaken for snorting (but of course that wasn't possible) and drawled: "Do not worry our little submissive, to wish to go after her, we would have to take her as a serious threat in the first place."
"Or think that you actually are interested in her, but fortunately not even you can be that interested in the Weasley family," Draco added, unfolding the letter. A strong scent emitted from it, making Harry almost cringe.
"What a disgusting perfume… clearly cheap" Lucius sneered and began to wave his hand in front of his nose in an offended manner.
"My dear beloved Boy-Who-Lived," Draco started, imitating Ginny's high pitched voice
"Since the first time we ever met, I knew we were destined to be together. Every time I look into your eyes I feel a thousand suns burning in my heart." With an exaggerated sigh, Draco began to put a hand on top of his heart.
"I don't know what's been happening with your mind lately. Letting those stuck up Death Eaters hypnotize you. But don't worry! Our love is so great; it will surpass everything they have made you believe!" Lucius interrupted Draco with a loud laugh. While Harry only wished that the ground would open up beneath him.
"I will break the spell they have put you under, but a look at the photo should be enough for you to remember our deep love again! Soon everything will be alright again and after you defeated You-Know-Who, we will finally be able to live the life we always dreamed about." This time, Harry started laughing. He could not understand what Ginny was thinking when she had decided to write such an embarrassing and cheesy letter." I don't care if you are poor or rich, I know we will be famous someday and everything will go as planned. I will be taking care of the children and you'll be a successful Auror. Always looking my best at your side, because you deserve a beautiful wife to support you."
Finally, Draco said with a teasing tone "Love, your soon-to-be wife."
Blushing all the way up to his roots, Harry cleared his throat. He needed a change of topic, quickly; this had been just too embarrassing! He couldn't even find the words to describe how cringy that had been.
"Maybe we should go down now. Everyone must be waiting for us."
"Afraid your godfather might get fantasies about what is keeping us so long?" Lucius purred but picked him up. Not in the mood to answer however, Harry simply leaned his head against his first mate's broad shoulder and hummed in appreciation at the close contact. His hum increased as Draco stepped closer, now clad in one of his now slightly too tight fitting button downs. His second mate raised an eyebrow and gave him a sly smirk, before answering nonchalantly "Shall we?"
As he had expected, the Weasley’s, Hermione, his father, godfather, and Remus were already up and about, but what he had not expected, was that it was already 2.30 PM. Bill and Fleur must have left the previous evening because they were the only ones not present. While he was still looking at the gathered people, his mates must have already spotted the three seats that had been left open for them and had gone over, sitting down as if they were taking their places at a king's banquettes able and not in his crowded kitchen.
Smirking to himself, he also made his way over, but instead of sliding onto the chair between Lucius and Draco, he hopped onto the table, where he lazily sat down, his legs spread deliciously. A giddy feeling had overcome him all of the sudden. He was with his mates, they didn't need to hide their love or nature anymore and his magic was still shielding him against the coldness that had lingered there before.
So spreading his legs even wider, putting his leg arteries on display, he playfully asked: "So, what would you like to eat this morning?" He wasn't quite sure if he managed the seductive purr that his mates managed so easily, but the hand that settled down high on his left thigh and the one sneaking into his short at his backside, was satisfying enough.
His mates leaned in; Lucius began nibbling up his thigh, while Draco covered his neck with small bites. His skin began to tingle in those places and his pants tightened deliciously.
"Hmm…" Lucius hummed, pricking his skin with one claw, before lifting his now bloodstained finger and asking "what are you offering us?"
He was about to answer, when a particularly harsh nip sent shivers down his spine, making him gasp instead as Draco asked: "Blood from your neck? Your thighs? Or are you offering us even more luscious places?"
He heard the sound of someone clearing their throat but ignored it. He didn't mind if there were watchers, no vampire would mind and at least they would not be able to doubt his willingness any longer. Therefore he only gasped: "My body is all yours." His back arched as suddenly his dominants stepped between his legs, opening his pants and with one single, fluid motion the fabric was pushed down his legs and he was exposed to his mates' hungry eyes. Those silver and blue orbs were blazing red and Draco was even licking his lips. In the next second his two blondes were moving so quickly, that he was sure that human eyes could not possibly have seen it and two pairs of fangs sank into his hot loins. His penis which had already been hard before began to pulse violently in anticipation, but neither of his mates made a move to help him out. As the sucking started, the feeling intensified and soon he could do nothing more than to wriggle, desperate to gain some friction.
One pair of fangs slid out of him, making him whimper at the sudden loss.
"Beg for it," Lucius purred and Draco hummed in agreement, sending vibrations all through his aching flesh.
The order registered instantly in his mind, and without any trace of embarrassment he let out a mewling noise and began to plead.
"Lucius, Draco, please touch me; make me feel good, my body is burning! Please, please!"
He nearly started to sob when Draco pulled his fangs out as well.
"But we are already touching you," his second mate purred, giving his thighs a harsh pinch.
"No, not there… please…" He whined, but the only answer he got was two sadistic smirks.
"I am afraid…" Lucius continued the teasing "we cannot read your mind little one. You will have to tell us exactly what you want from us."
Suddenly a harsh voice interrupted them, Harry believed it could have been Molly, but in his current state of mind, he wasn't quite sure. "Lucius, Draco, Harry, that's enough! This is not behaviour suited for the kitchen!"
He simply ignored it, just like his dominants did and instead fulfilled their wish. "Please, make me cum, don't let me go hard the whole day," he pleaded instinctively, somehow knowing that it was not his right to give his body pleasure anymore.
"Look, father," Draco drawled, looking like a smug cat that had just gotten the canary "isn't our little submissive very well behaving? I think he has earned himself a little reward."
"Indeed," Lucius agreed and to Harry's great relief they swooped in on him again. Their fangs pierced his skin a second time, while Lucius grasped his little cock simultaneously and Draco's soft thumb began to massage his puckered opening teasingly.
He automatically began to move in synchronization with his dominants' motions to increase the incredible pleasure even further. Small whimpers and mewls escaped his mouth and he was sure that he was babbling things like "Yes" and "More", but under his mates' administration, it didn't take long until the magic inside his stomach began to swirl wildly and the muscles of his abdomen tightened.
His sudden orgasm almost hit him like a tidal wave. He exploded all over his dominants' hands. When he was finally completely spent, his dominants pulled their fangs out, closed the wounds with soft strokes of their tongues that sent yet another wave of shivers through his sensitive skin as they slowly made their way down his body to lick clean of his semen, before dressing him again.
It took him a minute to regain his senses and sit up, and as he did so he was sure that he had a stupid grin on his face.
Sliding from the table, he threw his two blondes a satisfied smile and finally sat down, only to notice the strained atmosphere in the kitchen. Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George seemed very deeply emerged in a discussion of some sorts, their cheeks all more or less red as they were clearly avoiding looking in his direction. Molly was trying to eat her breakfast, looking very flustered, Arthur and Charlie were leaning over an article in the Daily Prophet, while his godfather was concentrating on preparing tea and Ginny had obviously left the room entirely, it didn't really come as a surprise. Only Lupin had clearly watched him and his mates, but his expression was unreadable. The werewolf frowned slightly and seemed unhappy, but not angry either. And lastly there was his father, who seemed as relaxed as usual, drinking tea and reading a very new looking potions book, but that hardly came as a surprise.
"The next time is my turn to drink; the last time I got anything was from dad was just after your resurrection," he said casually, thinking that just starting a conversation to signify that they were done would be the best thing; his friends would need to get used to his new nature anyway.
Draco wrinkled his brow, the only sign that his words had made him worry. "I should have known that you had not drunk anything since father told me that you even refused kissing him."
Knowing his mate well enough by now to recognize a hidden apology, Harry gave him a soft smile and reached out to squeeze Draco's left hand.
"It's okay and it's partly my fault anyway; I could have just asked, but I want it to be special when I taste you the first time."
"You make drinking sound… like… you know what I mean," Ron's voice suddenly interrupted them and they turned their heads in unison. The redhead grew beet red as he apparently realized that he had spoken his thoughts aloud and he hastily stammered: "I mean… isn't it just eating for you?"
"Not at all Weasley," Draco said and Harry was glad to see only the smallest hint of a sneer on his face. "His blood is a wizard's essence, something I know you and your family try to deny. We vampires can taste our mate's current feelings, even his very nature in his blood, so the act of drinking is indeed as intimate as a sexual act, even more so I would even say."
Agreeing with his mate's explanation, Harry nodded and saw that Lucius was also inclining his head in agreement.
His friend flushed and quickly turned back to his still untouched breakfast.
Sirius chose that moment to return to the table as well. For a moment Harry thought his godfather wanted to say something, but the marauder only sat down and poured some fresh tea into his mug. None of the others said anything either, and slowly the mood in the kitchen returned to almost normal; not even Mrs. Weasley did more than flush as she appeared again and sat down next to her husband. She cleared her throat, apparently intending on starting a conversation.
"So, my dear," she addressed Hermione, "when do your parents plan on arriving?"
Hermione gave her a thankful smile. "In about an hour."
"Well," Molly replied," I will have to prepare then; you lot better get out of here and relax a little."
Looking around, his eyes fell onto the window that let the clear sunshine in.
"Let's go outside, I'll get us a blanket."
"Sitting on a blanket in the garden?" Draco sneered in reply, wrinkling his nose.
"Yeah, why not?" He just replied, hopped from his chair with another smile.
His second mate gave a long sigh, unfolded his legs and said: "I assume arguing will be of no use?"
Before he could answer, Lucius placed one elegant hand on Draco's shoulder and drawled "Indeed, our little submissive is quite stubborn when he has his mind set on something. You better accept that it comes down to the fact that in the end you, just like myself, want to please him and simply enjoy whatever he has planned."
Entering the living room, he simply took one of the blankets that lay on the sofa and entered the garden.
Looking around, he found a beautiful, slightly shadowed spot beneath the huge apple tree and went over to spread the blanket and sit down. He would have liked to sit down in the sun, but they had never tested how strong his father's potion had been and shouldn't start to do so at Christmas. Sighing happily, he let his eyes wander over the glistening snow and the many plants winter had transformed into ice sculptures. It was a sight worthy of a fairytale and fit his mood perfectly because he truly felt as if he had awoken in a fairytale this morning. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders since he had been discovered by his friends and family, and even though the explanations had been rough it had been worth it.
His ears picked up on a sound like something moving through the snow and he turned his head had to see his familiar arrive.
"Hey Nagini, where were you yesterday?" he asked as the large reptile curled up next to him.
"That doesn't matter little master. Was your mating successful? Will those blondes be able to give you young together? Is that the reason why you have chosen another?"
"No, they won't, but it’s okay," he answered and began to pet Nagini softly. However, curious as his familiar was, she immediately continued with her questions.
"Why is it okay? Do you not want young?"
He hesitated a moment, not sure what he should answer. Of course, that his magic held the coldness that had filled him in the past at bay helped, but it still didn't mean that his wish had just disappeared. However, worrying the snake would not be of any use either, so he simply replied:"Because that coldness has vanished."
"So you are in heat now? Are you feeling hot?"
Shaking his head, Harry wondered why his familiar was so keen on the topic of pregnancy. However, the snake seemed to have taken the shake of his head as an answer to her question, because she hissed irritably: "I don't understand why you bother with two mates. They will only fight about who is allowed to mate with you more often."
"They won't. We can all mate together at the same time," he told her, and lay back comfortably on the blanket. Wanting to change the topic, he asked Nagini: "Where is Justitius?"
"In some tree," was the helpful answer he got, however, before he could ask for more specific information, soft steps were heard and he didn't need Nagini's annoyed hiss to instantly recognize who was searching him out. However, with Nagini at his side, he felt confident enough to face Ginny and simply sat up.
Ron's sister came to a halt directly in front of him and before he could say anything, she started talking.
"Oh, Harry… I had hoped that my letter would be enough to break the spell those disgusting Malfoy’s have put onto you! But don't worry… we still have another option”
There was a dark, crazed expression in her eyes, which made him suddenly feel very weary and he quickly rose to his feet, as he suddenly felt worried. Nagini was hissing angrily beside him and if nothing else, this was a clear sign that he had better make his way back inside, quickly. He had no idea what Nagini had caught up on with her keen nose, but he was sure that he didn't want to find out. So taking a careful step back, he said as calmly as possible.
"Ginny, I don't think that we should talk about this again. And anyway, we are getting visitors soon…"
"No, talking will not be of any use," Ginny said in a strange, monotone voice that sounded so unlike herself, that he took another step backward, his mind already half set on just turning around and running. However, before he could make the decision an intense look entered Ginny's eyes, and before he could process what was happening, Ron's sister had produced a silver dagger from somewhere and cut the palm of his hand. She made a sudden movement, as if throwing a ball and he quickly raised his arms in a defensive gesture, but the hot liquid hit him anyway. For a second he felt relief to have avoided the attack, but when Ginny began to start a low chant, he realized with horror that it did not matter where the blood had hit him as long as it had.
Before he could process another thought, a pain like a bomb exploding in his chest bloomed inside of him and he screamed as he collapsed. The pain seemed to spread for a moment through his whole body, before gathering in the middle of his chest. It gathered there like a spear that wanted to pierce him and in the next moment, it stabbed his core like a hot knife.
The realization of what Ginny's spell was trying to do hit him like a flood wave and instinctively he retreated into his mind's cavern where a silver-gray and an ice-blue bond connected to the golden hue that symbolized his core. And now he could also see the ugly dark mass that was the spell Ginny had used, it flew in the direction of his core and in a desperate attempt to save his soul bond he pushed all his magic into his core to defend it.
He was just in time because not even a second later, the spell or curse or whatever it was that tried to destroy his connection to his mate slammed into the barrier. With all his might he pushed against the barrier, but the Dark Magic was stronger than anything he had ever felt before, even the ‘Imperio’ he had defeated half a year ago. He pushed and pushed, but the spear was invading further and further. It tried to connect with him, force an unnatural bond that would never be able to even come close to that he shared with his two beloved mates and he doubled his efforts.
He did not want Ginny in their relationship, he didn't love her and no forced bond would ever be able to do that. And Lucius and Draco were his, he would never share them with anyone, neither would he ever let anybody else other than his mates touch him.
The spear had come to a halt, only a hair's breadth away from his core, stuck there, but he as well was equally stuck. He could feel the drain on his magic as he fought to keep the barrier stable, and he was afraid that he would not be able to do so for much longer.
And then the Dark Magic shifted. From the corner of his eyes he saw the bonds that led to Draco and Lucius blacken and grow chipped, and that was his breaking point. Even though he was immersed in his mind, he could hear his angry roar. His magic suddenly exploded out of his core shredding the dark magic that had not only been trying to interfere in his mating bond, but also destroy it. Golden chains stretched out of his core, following the pathway the Dark Magic had taken only seconds before. He was so angry. Ginny had gone too far and he would make her pay dearly.
Did she want to feel his love? She would get it, but it would never be the love for her she would be feeling. He could feel the chains connect with something, carrying his wish for revenge over to her. Suddenly he was not the one screaming anymore, but instead of guilt or panic, only a strong feeling of calm and righteousness filled him.
He took his time turning around and inspecting his soulbond. Lucius and Draco were still connected to him and already he could see the damaged parts begin to heal. It would take a little while, but somehow he knew that there would be no lasting damage.
Relieved about his mates, he finally let his eyes blink open and found himself in the midst of chaos.
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Lucius watched as Draco instantly rose as soon as their little submissive had disappeared from the kitchen. He could understand his son's eagerness; after all, the two had a lot to catch up on. However, before he could follow, Severus' voice held him back.
"Lucius, Draco, we still need to continue with Harry's Occlumency lessons."
Frowning he turned around. He knew that the lessons were more important than Christmas, but he wished that Harry could just for once enjoy something without being reminded of his many duties.
"Could we not at least wait until the celebrations are over?" his son asked with a frown on his face.
"We can do that, but wasting even more time would be foolish. We should not start underestimating the Dark Lord."
"You are trying to teach Harry Occlumency?" the wolf perked up and they all nodded in unison.
"Any success so far?"
"No," Severus drawled, "but I will try out another concept when we practice again."
Lupin nodded. "That might be good. Harry is a very visual person; I would guess the less abstract, the better."
Lucius held back from raising an eyebrow as he saw his friend's dark frown. He knew Severus did his best at getting to know his son and they still had many years, decades and even centuries ahead together, but right now they were still at the very beginning.
"I will search for a fitting concept, do not worry," Severus sneered, but he only earned himself a friendly smile from the werewolf and a cheeky:
"I don't."
"What's that anyway?" his submissive's stupid friend piped in, but fortunately Granger was already answering:
"Its mind magic: To prevent someone from entering your mind."
"You mean… like mind-reading?" The redhead exclaimed, his voice sounding unnecessarily panicked.
"But if the git… er…. Professor Snape teaches Harry to block his mind, then that means he can do the mindreading thing, right?"
Now the boy's panic did not sound so unreasonable anymore. Glancing over at Severus, he saw that his friend was making a disgusted face: "Believe me, Weasley; I do not make a habit out of reading the disgusting, adolescent fantasies my students decide to have in my classes instead of paying attention."
That actually made the Granger-girl snort, but the redhead of course decided to reply something utterly inappropriate back: "But you take a thorough look around in your son's mind?"
"Ronald Weasley!" the boy's mother screeched, but it was too late. His friend had risen to his impressive height and slammed his hands down onto the wooden tabletop.
"Unfortunately I have to, in order to help my son survive the next year. So I advise you to keep your mouth shut for once in your life, or you will scrub cauldrons for the entire next… "
A loud, pain filled scream suddenly made the glasses on the table rattle and everybody froze.
"Was that…?" the mutt asked, but he had recognized the voice, so had his son and Severus.
"Harry!" they gasped in unison as pain resonated in their chest, but neither of them paid it any mind and before the humans could react they were already rushing outside, but what they saw there, made them freeze again.
Harry was convulsing on the ground, screaming as if his heart was being ripped from his chest. The Weasley-girl stood only a few feet away from him with one bloody hand raised in front of her, chanting something. The words did not need to register in his mind; he instinctively knew what the girl was trying to do. A blur of silver-blonde hair finally jolted him from his shocked stupor, just as the pain filled scream changed into an angry roar. He dashed after Draco, intending on ripping the girl's throat apart and pulling every limb from her body, but before he could reach his submissive’s attacker, a spell struck him and he froze for the third time that morning.
His eyes instantly flashed over to Draco, glad that there was more than one dominant in their mating bond, but a large, black shape, followed by the werewolf jumped past him and pinned his son down.
Draco roared in fury, but the combined force of Sirius Black in his animagus form and the inhuman powers of Lupin were still too much for his son. Desperately, he tried to break the grip of the magic, which he faintly recognized as Severus’, but it was of no use either. His friend had used a Dark Spell, but why the father of his little mate would do so he could not comprehend with his anger addled mind.
"Now now, there is no need to react so violently Lucius, my boy. Look, Harry is managing the situation perfectly," the last voice he wished to hear in this situation suddenly was heard next to him, but once his brain had comprehended the word, his head snapped back up to Harry.
Their submissive was still struggling, but something had changed. The black chains of magic that were connecting him to the girl were slowly turning golden. He had felt Harry's pure magic enough times to know what was happening; their little submissive was fighting the curse and pushing the Dark Magic back. Suddenly the golden light struck and now it was the Weasley girl who was screaming in agony.
Harry slumped on the ground and for a moment Lucius was afraid that their mate had lost consciousness, but then green eyes fluttered open slowly.
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It took Harry a moment to process the scene in front of him. There were his mates; Draco was being held down by a transformed Sirius and a panting Remus; his two godfathers probably had only succeeded because of Remus’ enhanced werewolf strength and the fact that Draco's vampire powers had not yet fully kicked in. Draco’s beautiful face was transformed into an angry snarl, teeth clearly elongated and visible.
Only a step behind him stood Lucius, an equally furious expression on his face, but otherwise completely alright. His dad and Arthur were holding him in place with spells, Severus' clearly a dark one.
And Ginny; Ginny was of course there as well, laying under the apple tree as if some force (probably his angry magic) had slammed her against it. She had curled in on herself, sobbing, crying and sniffling, but he felt no ounce of pity for her, not after what she had just tried.
His eyes flickered back to Sirius, who was transforming back into his human form, which clearly made holding his second mate down even harder, but he was not inclined to help either.
"Harry," his godfather panted "tell them to back off!" the animagus shouted somewhat breathily, but he only cocked his head, his instincts still raging in him and asked flatly: "Why?"
"Because they want to kill her!" Sirius sounded incredulous.
"And?" he huffed in return, his eyes already flickering back to his mates. He would tell them nothing, it was their right to take revenge because of the threat to their bond, and he would not take it away from them.
"You can't actually…" his godfather began again, but couldn't finish his sentence as Draco chose that moment to struggle even more violently.
"Harry!" Remus now pleaded, but it barely registered in his mind as it was still filled with the lingering remains of his rage.
"She deserves…" he began, his hands balled into fists left and right from his body, when he was interrupted suddenly:
"Harry my boy, do you wish the burden of having taken a life on your shoulders? I think you have punished Miss Weasley enough."
His head snapped around, and he threw a glare at Dumbledore, who had apparently arrived a little earlier than planned. However, something shifted in the old man's twinkling blue orbs, grew hard and unyielding and he could see that Albus did not mean "don't kill her" but "death would be salvation in comparison to what you have already done to her".
"Fine," he said and sounded much calmer, even to his own ears. He gave his tutor an evil smirk before he turned back to his mates. "Lucius, Draco, don't kill her," he began coldly. "It would be a waste of my punishment, or would you give her a quick death rather than emotional torture for the rest of her life?" His voice had dropped to a low growl at his last words, to make sure that only the two blondes would hear him. Their rage-filled eyes seemed to flicker, and the red colour retreated slightly.
"You can let go of them now," he told his father, Sirius, and Remus. His two godfathers exchanged a doubtful look, but as Draco had grown calmer beneath them, they carefully let go of him and stood up, while his father and Arthur let go of their spells.
Before the three humans could process it, his dominants stood protectively behind him, growling low in their throats.
Draco pulled him protectively against his chest, while Lucius sneered: "We will not allow Miss Weasley to continue running around freely."
Harry saw his godfather throwing a sneer at his older mate, but he felt strangely calm and detached from reality, so he didn't interfere.
"Who are we? Harry told you to let her be!" the animagus snapped. "Ginny is his best friend's little sister, whatever she has tried she will…"
Behind him, Draco's head suddenly snapped up and his low growl intensified. "Don't be stupid, he told us to not kill her, but we still have the right to demand punishment!"
"And what kind of punishment do you and your father have in mind?" Sirius shot back somewhere between mockingly and angry, but before one of his dominants could respond, Remus had placed a calming hand on his godfather's shoulder and said:
"Padfoot, they are right. Ginny has attacked Harry, their submissive; it's their right to demand some kind of redemption. Besides, she has gone too far, that was dark magic she used, and I can still smell the stench in the air."
Sirius' eyes widened in horror and Harry guessed that his godfather, or maybe everyone, had not arrived in time to see the spell.
"Are you sure, Remi?"
"Yes," the werewolf replied confidently, however, Harry's attention was caught by a slight shifting of his father.
"Lucius, Draco, I assume you already have agreed on a satisfactory punishment?" the Potions Master asked, returning the conversation back on track.
Harry could feel his mates exchange a look, and only a second later Lucius declared: "St Mungo’s Hospital, the Janus Thickey Ward," and Draco added, "Would that be right with you as well, Uncle Sev, Harry?"
Across from him, his dad gave a curt nod without hesitation, but Harry took his time to think about it a little.
The Janus Thickey Ward was the closed ward of St Mungo’s, which meant that he would be safe from Ginny once she was taken there. Also, most people never left the ward ever again, which meant he would also be safe from any other attacks Ron's sister had planned in the future. But it would also mean that Ginny's chances of a normal life in their society were close to zero admittantly, however he didn't care much for that particular point, as long as his bond would be safe. Finally, he nodded, at which Albus turned to Molly and Arthur and asked:
"Would you agree to this solution? I believe it is undeniable that Ginny has gone too far."
Molly burst into pain filled sobs, but Arthur, as he placed an arm around his wife's shoulder, answered with a sigh: "I think it is a merciful solution, considering the punishment the law would dictate should Harry, Lucius or Draco decide to bring the matter in front of the Wizengamot."
Harry had to glance over to where Ron and his brother's stood huddled together, but to his surprise they did not look at him accusingly, but merely sad and maybe a little bit angry, but that seemed to not be aimed at him. Hermione must have grabbed Ron's hand at some point because he couldn't imagine that Ron would have been brave enough to do so on his own. McGonagall was also standing there behind the group of redheads, but she did not appear as stern as she usually did.
His silent observations were interrupted by Albus, who once again spoke up:
"Very well, I will call for Shacklebolt and tell him to bring some healers," his voice sounded burdened, but resolute.
Albus walked away, and for a moment Harry wondered what they would do now. Just wait? That seemed awfully anti-climatic for such an incident; however his father answered his question next by saying:
"Let's get her inside," he sneered in clear disgust and as if that had been a command, everyone started moving suddenly. Arthur guided Molly inside, while Hermione did the same with Ron. The twins supported each other, his dad pulled Ginny up roughly by her blouse and he himself was picked up by Draco.
"Next year," the blonde muttered again, "we will definitively be spending Yule alone."
As they stepped back into number 4, the others had already seated themselves in the living room. Ginny had clearly collected herself, because she had stopped sobbing and was now glaring at everyone, from where she sat trapped between Severus and her father. Harry quickly turned his head away; he didn't want to draw her attention and listen to the many accusations she was sure to have about him. However, he didn't quite succeed as he was carried past her, he could feel her gaze following him, even though Draco then made sure to choose a seat out of Ginny's direct line of sight.
A strange, uncomfortable silence settled over them then. Harry shifted a little in Draco's lap, who let him move without any fuss. He was glad for it because he felt as if he needed the comfort of both his dominants right now, which Draco had probably guessed. When he sat in a manner that allowed him to place his cheek against Lucius' shoulder, he settled down again with a strained sigh.
Slowly his mind and body caught up with what had nearly happened, he had known it in some way already of course, but he had not quite processed it. However, now his hand began to shake slightly, a shiver ran down his spine and the need to call out for his mates grew stronger with every second. Unfortunately, there was no possibility of letting his instincts run free right now, so he only inhaled the strong scents of Lucius and Draco deeply and tried to pull himself together; at least until the Healers and Aurors had arrived and taken Ginny in.
Still, his mates began to purr in a low, baritone tune that vibrated soothingly in their chests. It helped, at least for the time being, although the fact that both blondes were tense like bowstrings contradicted their effort slightly and he relaxed a little.
A few minutes spent like that and Harry slowly managed to relax. The close proximity to his still purring mates, the drain on his magic; it slowly lulled him into a blissful state of obliviousness. Molly spoke up and he instantly jolted completely awake:
"Oh Ginny, why did you do that? Why couldn't you accept Harry's choice? Then your father and I would still have a daughter right now!" Her words ended in a new burst of sobbing; but Lucius and Draco who had felt him jerk awake, only started to growl warningly and in annoyance. Remus quickly looked over at them. Harry noticed, but the werewolf said nothing, maybe his second godfather was more in touch with his instincts than he had always thought.
"Mum! How can you say that? Can't you see what those ugly Death Eaters are doing to Harry?" Ginny suddenly exclaimed, stopping his train of thoughts.
"Ginny," Arthur said and his voice sounded heavy with sadness "Draco and Lucius have changed sides and they have proven themselves more than once. You are hurt, an unrequited love is always painful, but you have to accept that Harry is not in danger."
Ginny looked as if she wanted to protest, but to Harry's relief Remus cut her off: "Your father is right, and even if Harry were to try to break the bonds to his dominants, which he never will, he would still not choose you. Harry is a submissive; you would never be able to give him what he needs."
Ginny merely crossed her arm defiantly. "Women can be dominant as well!" and Remus, clearly not in the mood to go into physical details about intercourse, glanced helplessly over at Arthur, who in returned glanced over at Harry.
However, Harry was not in the mood to explain anything. First and foremost, he already had tried many times to talk sense into his best friends' little sister, and secondly, he needed the rest of his strength to be able to face the Aurors, when all he wanted was to lock himself in a room with his dominants and let himself be reassured of their safety.
Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, he wasn't quite sure, Draco spoke up for him:
"Don't be stupid, Weaslette, you neither can dominate Harry physically nor could you ever protect him. And you certainly can't fuck him thoroughly."
"Of course I could make love to him," Ginny blushed but countered fiercely.
Harry wished the ground would open and swallow him whole, this was so embarrassing; not that he was particularly shy about sharing his sex life, but the way Ginny made it sound was just humiliating and the fact that Lucius actually snorted next to him didn't make anything better.
"Miss Weasley," his first made drawled "our little submissive needs and wants to be taken and unless you have not hidden something about your anatomy from us, you will never tempt him, not that you ever would, even if you had the right body parts."
"I could take a gender changing potion! Then you would never stand a chance against me!" Ginny sneered and Harry could feel Draco pinch the bridge of his nose in clear annoyance.
"And now, we have entered the realm of ridiculousness," his second mate sneered back, but he could only agree wholeheartedly.
Unfortunately, Ginny seemed to feel the necessity to defend her newest crazy idea.
"I could!"
"That," his father interrupted what would certainly have become some stupid speech like the one her Christmas letter had contained, "would be even more stupid than all the other things you have done so far."
"And illegal," Arthur also added.
Across from Harry, Ron, Fred and George and even Hermione looked as if they wanted to disappear as well, even McGonagall looked decidedly uncomfortable. Only Albus managed a neutral expression, but Harry guessed that the man must have heard many ridiculous stories in his long life.
Suddenly the fireplace flared up, and he was instantly pulled closer to Draco's chest. But instead of red or white-robed figures stepping out of it, Hermione's parents came stumbling out and Draco relaxed slightly.
Anna and Michael looked very dishevelled and a bit pale around their noses. It probably had been their first floo ride and they needed a moment to gather themselves and brush the soot up that clung to their closes.
"Merry Chris…" Anna finally lifted her head, but the smile she had plastered there instantly fell. Michael, who must have noticed her abrupt stop, looked up as well and frowned.
"Did something happen?" He asked.
Hermione finally jolted from whatever trance she had been in, but before she was able to reach her parents, the fireplace flared again and the two Grangers nearly stumbled to the ground as Shacklebolt, another young, female Auror, and three Mediwitches slammed into them in quick succession.
"My apologies Mr. and Mrs…" Shacklebolt began as he helped the two muggles to straighten again, but halted as he realized that he did not know their names.
"Granger. Michael and Anna Granger, we are the parents of Hermione," Anna quickly introduced her husband and herself.
"Ah yes, of course, the hair…" Shacklebolt muttered which actually made Hermione snicker despite the situation, before he stepped further into the room and searched for Dumbledore.
"Albus," he greeted the old wizard and stepped towards him, which finally gave the other young Auror and the Mediwitches enough space to step away from the hearth.
"I know you asked me to keep it down, but matter's like this have to be documented officially, at least, if it is truly a case for St. Mungo's…"
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I am afraid it is."
"Well, who is the one who came to harm?" Shacklebolt questioned and looked over the gathered people. Harry saw his eyes lingering on him and his mates, as well as his father's changed appearance, but to his relief he did not comment.
"Miss Weasley attacked our submissive; as such the three of us are the damaged party."
Shacklebolt nodded and motioned for the young Auror to come over. "Mathilda, would you go with Mr. Potter into the kitchen and question him on the progression of events?"
The witch's eyes widened to the size of saucers but she nodded quickly before clearing her throat and taking on a straighter posture.
"Mr Potter, would you please follow me?" She asked politely in a slightly breathy voice.
Harry was just about to tell her that there was no way that his dominants would let him leave alone, when Draco already rose with him still in his arms.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mal…"
"It is Lord Malfoy," Draco corrected with a sneer and hoisted him up more securely.
"But I can't…" the poor girl began, but fortunately Shacklebolt came to her rescue.
"It is okay Mathilda. They are non-humans; different laws apply to them in such situations."
Draco, of course, didn't wait until the Auror had processed the new information and just carried him out of the living room and into the kitchen. He chose the chair that allowed them to watch the door, but instead of the Auror, Nagini slithered in next.
"Can I eat the bitch?" his familiar asked sourly and curled around his chair.
Shaking his head, he told her: "No need… I already cursed her."
"You cursed her? But she is not screaming or bleeding from every pore of her body," Nagini hissed in response. Cringing, Harry tried not to imagine what kind of curses she had witnessed in her time as Voldemort's pet. He did not have to try hard for long, as a scream suddenly made the glasses in the cupboard rattle.
Snapping his head up, he saw the Auror standing stiffly in the doorway. Burying his face into Draco's shoulder, he mumbled: "Can you explain?" and the pitiful mewing that escaped his throat seemed enough to persuade his dominant.
"Harry's familiar will not attack you. She is harmless as long as he does not command her otherwise."
Harry honestly doubted that Draco's words had helped anything with calming the girl down, but he could hear shuffling footsteps and he looked up again. For a moment he simply watched as the auburn-haired Auror with the huge, horn-rimmed glasses sat down and sorted through a pile of papers, before pulling a rumpled quill out of a robe pocket.
"Um… let's begin…" she finally addressed him. "My name is Mathilda… and you are Harry Potter… I suppose…"
He could almost feel the raised-eyebrow-look Draco had to send her right now, but simply nodded without mentioning that she had forgotten to give him her last name.
"Could you please tell me what exactly happened earlier?" she began the questioning.
He fidgeted insecurely and glanced up at Draco from the corner of his eyes. He felt the events breaking his usual mental strength down more and more by the minute, and knowing that he had to do this did not help.
"Tell her, Harry" Draco whispered commandingly and it was exactly what he needed to begin retelling what had transpired in the garden:
"I had just gone outside with a blanket. Molly… um… Mrs. Weasley I mean, told us that she wanted to prepare for the Boxing Day Dinner and we should get out and I thought it would be nice to spend some time with Lucius and Draco in the garden."
Mathilda's eyes widened again: "You wanted to sit in the garden in this weather?"
"Well… we don't feel the cold anymore since our transformation…" he explained awkwardly.
"Of course, you are…. what inheritance did you receive anyway?" she asked as she apparently remembered that she did not yet know what they were.
"We are vampires, but you don't have to worry, we are bloodmates" he replied as calmly as possible, but the girl still paled.
The Auror visibly forced herself to pull it together and after another moment continued to ask: "Do you remember what time it was?"
"Well…" Harry mused and tried to remember the exact progress of the morning. "My mates fed from me in the kitchen… so it had to be around 3 PM, I think."
"And what happened then?"
"Nagini came over and we talked a little, but then Ginny showed up and started to tell me how sorry she was that she had not been able to free me from the Death Eaters and that her letter hadn't worked. I told her that I did not want to talk about this again because I had done so often enough already and she just doesn't want to accept that I am already happily mated."
Mathilda had started to blush by now, but he ignored it and simply continued. "She suddenly agreed with me, but instead of just leaving, she suddenly cut the palm of her hand with a dagger and splashed me with her blood before starting to chant something. I cannot say what exactly she was chanting, because everything hurt suddenly. I fled into my mind's cave and saw that she was trying to destroy my soulbonds and replace it with a forced one between us. And then… I just flipped and reacted on instinct, I guess."
The young witch needed a moment until she was able to speak again, she had gone back to being as pale as a ghost and her hands were shaking slightly. "And, can you tell me what you did to her in return? Not that it was not within your rights, but for protocol…" she queried.
Nodding, Harry concentrated back on the thoughts and feelings he had experienced in that moment. "I believe I cursed her to feel the love I feel for my mates…"
Mathilda shuddered visibly, but merely made some notes on the scroll in front of her.
"And you, Lord Malfoy," she turned to Draco "can you confirm Harry's rendition of events?"
"Well, I was still inside when the attack happened, but when father and I ran out after having heard him screaming, we found Harry and Ginny Weasley in the garden. A definite Dark Spell was connecting them, but as we rushed over it was turning golden and our mate stopped screaming."
"Thank you, that will be all for the moment," the witch finally nodded and he was carried out by Draco again. As they reached the living room, Lucius was just sitting down again and Shacklebolt was stepping closer to the three healers.
"The Auror behaved?" was Lucius’ simple question as they joined him.
"She did, although she was annoyingly inexperienced," Draco sneered as Harry scooted between his two mates.
"Good. I do not feel like suing someone this Christmas," Lucius sneered.
Blinking, Harry asked "Did you sue someone during Christmas before?" even though he could imagine his older mate doing something so cruel quite easily, and he would probably even have a plausible reason for having done so.
"Of course I have. People do not expect such things during the holidays and often forget to react fast enough to prevent anything," the blonde huffed but fell silent when Shacklebolt stepped in front of everybody and cleared his throat.
"We are done for now. As far as I understand, everybody involved agrees to an extrajudicial agreement?"
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley nodded, as did Harry and his mates.
"Then we will take Miss Weasley along and book her into St. Mungo's. Harry…"
Having not expected to be addressed personally, Harry's jolted a little in surprise.
"You and your mates will have to come to St. Mungo's tomorrow and check if her accommodations are to your satisfaction." With that, Shacklebolt turned on the spot and gave a few commands to his comrade, who in turn took his bag so that he was able to lead Ginny, who had been put into some sort of straightjacket for the trip, to the floo and activate it. He disappeared with her through the floo and as soon as they were gone Harry felt some muscles relax that he had not been aware had been tense until now.
With a sigh and a whimper he leaned against his mates and closed his eyes. His fireplace flared four more times, but he did not give it any attention as his heart rate started slowing down again.
Someone was asking Molly if she still wanted to hold the dinner; Remus, he believed and the Grangers offered to return to their own home, but the witch insisted that she needed the distraction and that it would be a waste of good food. However, as his mates did not move, neither did he. Instead, he let himself be lulled into a drowsy state that was not quite sleeping and listened to the quiet conversations that soon arose in the background.
He could not have said how many minutes or hours had passed when he finally heard Lucius saying something and he was lifted off the couch. Only as he noticed that he was being carried up the stairs did he force his eyes open again.
"Is the dinner over?" he asked, his voice still sounding drowsy.
"It is not, but you need rest," Draco, who walked ahead of him, and Lucius answered; and he certainly would not argue the point.
Once in their room, he was laid down on their bed. For a few seconds his mates disappeared out of his line of sights, but they soon joined him again, this time beautifully naked, and began to help him out of his clothes, or rather, undress him as by now his body refused to do anything.
Hands began to slide under fabric, opening buttons and pulling socks, trousers, and his shirt off. When his clothes were discarded, Lucius and Draco joined him on their bed and wound themselves tightly around him. For a long time they simply lay like that, relishing in each other's presence, but soon his dominants began to stroke his body up and down, making sure that he was not injured.
He responded with low keening noises and shudders as the searching caresses changed into pleasured touches. Soon he was unable to say who was kissing his throat and who was nibbling at his neck, neither could he tell if it was Lucius or Draco's cock rubbing rousingly against his smaller one and which of his mates created blissful friction between his arse cheeks.
He came at the same time as his mates, the release taking all lingering remnants of stress from his system. Without even moving, he allowed his exhaustion to finally take over, aware with the knowledge that Lucius and Draco would not let anymore harm befall him.
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