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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Harry Potter fell out of the portkey travel and on to the stone walkway, landing on his arse. He stood up, brushing off his pants and gathering up the letters that he had dropped on the ground. The house wasn’t really a house in his opinion, more like a small, stone mansion. He walked up to the door and unlocked it; quietly stepping into the house after opening the door.

As he shut the door behind him he examined the inside of the Potter House, his curiosity of the new place urging him to move deeper into the house. So far the inside of the Mansion was clean, like it hadn’t been deserted in a long time. The entrance hall was made of black marble, the ceiling was spelled to show the sky at all times of the day. On the stairway up to the second floor the steps were black marble and the railing was made of white marble the ends forming into snake heads. There were a few well-placed lights on the walls, most looking like tiny black crystal chandeliers.

Harry stood in the entrance looking around, amazed at the beauty of the house. Sure it looked amazing from the outside, but he had thought that it would be dirtier, and less unlived in than it looked.

Harry heard a gasp from a doorway to his right. Turning he saw a small house-elf peeking around the side.

“There‘s a person!” the little elf whispered excitedly before at least twelve more elves joined it in staring at him around the edge of the doorway.

“Hello?” Harry said, not sure what to make of the elves just yet.

The first elf scrambled out into the entrance hall and stood a few feet away from him.

“What can Motsy be doing for Mister?” the little female elf said.

“I’m the Head of the Potter House. I would like to make this house my home before I go back to school.” Harry stated, looking the elf in the eye, hoping he was coming off as sincere.

The little elf tilted her head to the side before snapping her fingers. A bright light shot through his chest stinging a little, but otherwise not causing any damage. The elf’s eyes widened and her face lit up with joy.

“You survived the test!” She cried, bouncing on her toes before turning to face the other elves, “He survived the test! We have a new Master!”

The elf turned back to Harry and said, “Motsy will be doing whatever Master needs!” She jumped up and down a few time from excitement, “What can Motsy and other elves be doing for Master?”

Harry couldn’t help but smile a little at the happy elf, “My name is Harry Potter. You may call me Harry, but if you feel that you have to call me Master still you may. Could you tell me about the set up of the house?”

Motsy thought for a moment before she answered, “There are three floors to this house sir. We have a basement, and the first and second floors. Outside there is a one floor greenhouse and a small one floor guesthouse. The main house has a kitchen, an indoor hot spring, a bathroom, a sitting room, a library, and a living room on the first floor. The second floor has six bedrooms, two studies, a smaller library, an in suite bathrooms in every bedroom. The basement is mostly storage space and a nice sized potions lab. The guest house has three bedrooms, two that have in suite bathrooms, a small livings room, and a kitchen. The grounds cover a lot of land as well sir.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose in surprise, he wasn’t expecting to have such a large house in his ownership, but then again he did own Grimmauld Place now.

“Motsy, could you show me to the master bedroom?” Harry asked, “I would like to rest for a while before I make breakfast.”

“Of course Master Harry!” Motsy said before she paused, “Master wants to make breakfast for himself?”

“Unless it bothers you?” Harry said, suddenly realizing that he might have offended his new elves, “I like cooking for myself and for others.”

“Master is worried about bothering us.” One of the other elves said in awe.

“Of course it doesn’t bother us Master Harry! Just let us know if you wants our help!” Motsy said before practically bouncing towards and up the stairs, “Follow me Master. I’ll show you to your room!”

Harry followed Motsy up the stairs staring in awe at his surroundings. The second floor was amazing to say the least. The floors in the hallway and most of the rooms were made of glass that was enhanced with a strong strengthening charm. Under the glass looked to be a blue colored fog, and as Harry’s eyes widened in shock the color changed to a bright blue. Motsy told him that the floors in the hallway changed with his, and only his, moods, and they also could be told to clear so people that were on the third floor could look on those below without having the people on the second floor know they were watching. The walls and ceilings were made of moonstone and candles were charmed to hang high in the air, making the moonstone sparkle.

On the second floor were the bedrooms; which were charmed to change according to the tastes of the person living in them. The master bedroom was the same as the other rooms, only it was much larger and had a changing ceiling. Normally the ceiling was of the sky outside, but if the person living in the master bedroom wanted to change the ceiling all they had to do was concentrate on the type of image that they wanted to appear and the magic of the room would change it.

When Harry got to the master bedroom Motsy took his belongings and began setting them up and putting things where they belonged as he sat down on the California king size bed and began to open and read the mail that Matterhorn had given him. He was starting to wish he hadn’t sent Hedwig to Hermione at the beginning of the summer. She didn’t have an owl herself and it was easier to let her borrow Hedwig than for her to have to rent an owl for the summer.

Harry opened the first letter of the pile. It was from Hermione.

Hello Harry,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I‘m so sorry for not writing until now. My parents picked me up from the station at the end of school last year and we immediately went to France. They wouldn‘t let me do anything magic! They wanted a magic free vacation. Though they did let me babysit Hedwig for you, or at least that is what I told them I was doing. I tried to send letters to you and Ron, but my father caught me every time. He says that he is sorry, but he just wanted to spend time with me and my mom before she has the baby.

Yes, my mom is pregnant! I‘m going to have a little brother! I‘m so excited.

Well here is your birthday present. You can write to me anytime now. I promise!

Love,

Hermione

P.S. If you get a letter from Ron please tell me. He hasn‘t been answering any of my letters. I‘m getting worried.

Inside the envelope that the letter came in was a gift card worth twenty-five dollars to Flourish and Blotts.

He opened the next envelope rather quickly, since it was practically falling apart. It looked like the owl that had delivered it had pecked at it one too many times.

Harry,

Sorry I haven‘t written. I can‘t explain now. The family and I are all right. I have to keep this short. Tell 'Mione not to worry. I‘ll see you at school.

Ron

Harry frowned at the letter. It was unusual for his best friend to not write about his entire summer, complaining about his siblings and telling wild tales of things that had all gotten up to. He also usually got a present from Ron and his family for his birthday, but this time he only got this short letter. He sat that letter down and went to the next one, trying not to think about what could be wrong with his best friend.

Dear Harry,

How are you doing? Dumbledore has been keeping everyone so busy lately. I haven’t had time to get you anything for your birthday, but hopefully I will deliver one to you soon. Something foul is in the air. My wolf can sense it and he hardly stops growling anymore. Be careful Cub and only trust those that you know for sure that you can. Dumbledore is not one of them. He‘s not himself anymore. He‘s become too wrapped up in the war. I‘ll see you soon Cub. That is a promise I intend to keep.

Remus Lupin

Harry smiled he was glad that he wasn’t alone in not trusting Dumbledore. He hoped that Hermione and Ron would be willing to listen to him when the time came to tell them all that the old man had done to him. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost his best friend’s to that bastard.

The last letter that he had was from the Ministry of Magic declaring that he was an adult in the eyes of the magical government because of his inheritance. Therefore he would no longer be monitored by any spells and would be allowed to use magic outside of school.

Feeling a little stressed out from worrying about his friends he asked Motsy to show him to the hot spring on the first floor. When Motsy opened the door; Harry’s eyes widened in shock. Inside the dimly lit room was a large spring, with water clearly showing that it was on top of stone and not a built in to make that artificial blue color that most muggle pools had at the bottom. As Harry walked in the room with Motsy he could see steam rising from one side, while the other had a mist on top, and in the middle above the water the air was clear. Harry walked over to the misty side of the water, knowing that the steaming side was hot. He reached his hand down and touched the water, only to draw back in surprise when the water chilled his fingers. He walked over a few yard and reached down into the middle section of the pool to find that it was pleasantly warm. The sides of the spring were covered in small plants and stones where a person could sit and just dip their feet in.

“The ceiling be charmed to be the night sky at all times. The moon and clouds change though.” Motsy said.

“Thank you Motsy, I’m just going to relax for a little while then I’ll be down to help make breakfast.” Harry said, stripping himself of his shirt and transfiguring his pants and underwear into a pair of swim shorts.

Motsy nodded, bowing low enough that her nose almost touched the floor before scurrying happily from the room. Harry sunk into the warm water in the middle of the pool, leaving his arms on the sides to hold himself up. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, finally feeling relaxed after working so hard for so long.

The days went by quickly as Harry got accustomed to his new home. It was now approaching the beginning of the Hogwarts school year; it was only a week away and Harry knew he needed to get his new books and a few other things before school started. But first, he needed to write letters. He knew that by now Hermione would be driving herself insane with worry, as would be Remus.

Harry went to his bedroom and grabbed a quill and parchment out of his trunk before he went to the sitting room and began writing.

Dear Hermione,

Everything is fine, but I‘ve been busy lately so I have not been able to write back. I moved from my uncle‘s house. I‘m happy now, and yes, I am very safe. I came into a creature inheritance on my birthday. I’m Darverius. I‘m sure you will know all about them soon. I want you and your parents to come and stay with me for a while. Some things have changed in the wizarding world and it might not be safe for you and your parents to live by yourselves anymore. I‘ll send a portkey through with this letter. I really like the present you gave me, too. Thank you. Hopefully I can use it when we go shopping for school. I‘ll see you soon.

Love,

Harry

After finishing the letter Harry called for Motsy. She showed up with some tea and biscuits and was wearing a doily on her head.

“What can Motsy be doing for Master Harry? It is also tea time; would Master Harry be liking some?” Motsy asked politely.

“No thank you Motsy. Can you get me any untraceable portkeys to send to my friends?” Harry asked the little elf.

Motsy nodded and said, “Motsy can make very good portkeys, sir. Motsy can have them done in very short time. How many Master Harry be needing?”

“I need two,” Harry answered.

Motsy nodded before she popped out of the room, only to return a few seconds later with what looked to be like two toddler’s letter blocks in her hand.

“Here be Master Harry’s portkeys. Where would you wish for them to go to?” Motsy said placing the blocks on the couch Harry was sitting on.

“I want them to lead to this house and be activated by the word ‘lion’,” Harry said.

Motsy nodded and snapped her fingers. The blocks glowed green for a second before returning to their normal colors.

“Is Master Harry be needing anything else from Motsy?” Motsy asked.

Harry shook his head and grabbed the port keys off the couch and placed them on the desk where he had been writing the letters.

“You may go back to doing whatever you were doing Motsy.” He said with a soft smile.

Motsy curtsied before popping out of the room.

Harry wrote a quick letter to Remus, and added the activation word to both Hermione’s letter and to his honorary godfather’s. He attached the letters to the portkeys and blew a whistle with his fingers out the window after he opened is.

A moment later a brown barn owl was sitting on the edge of the window with its leg sticking out. Harry quickly attached the letters to its leg and cast a weight lightening charm on the parcels before he sent him off to deliver the letters.

When he was about to lie down on the couch and take a nap Harry saw an owl flying towards the window. He waited for it to land before taking the letter off his leg and opening it.

Mister Black,

This is an urgent letter. I have discovered some extra information about the date of your birth. Your actual birth date is December 31, 1979, but it appears you were spelled to receive you inheritance on July 31^st of this year to hide your actual age. This means you are actually 18 years old and not 17 as previously thought.

Matterhorn

Harry stared at the paper for a second before groaning and flopping down on the couch. It was just one more thing to add to the ever growing list of important facts that he was ‘misinformed’ of. With an aggravated sigh he rubbed his forehead, finally relaxing and closing his eyes as he waited for his friend and godfather to show up. After leaving his ‘uncle’s’ house Harry had been much happier than he had been in a very long time. It was still hard to believe that his parents were Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, but it was getting easier and easier as he examined his past and the evidence that had been brought before him.

Now his connection to Voldemort’s mind and the fact that he could speak to snakes was much easier to explain and understand. Also easier to explain was his raw need to jump into dangerous situations. His mother was a very good object to compare himself to in that subject. It had been proven quite a few times in her past actions, no matter how evil they were. Maybe she was a little crazy without the curse, or maybe she was just that devious naturally.

As Harry went over more information that he had learned he began feeling a tug on one of his links. He searched his mind and found the beginning of the link and focused on it. He suddenly felt a flood of happiness wash over him, but it wasn’t his own.

“I did it.” a voice whispered tiredly through his mind.

“Who are you?” Harry asked with his mind, through the link.

“Your mate. I did it. I finally connected with you.” the voice whispered again sounding exhausted from apparently many attempts at connecting their minds together.

He sounded happy though, and that made Harry smile, “What is your name?” he asked.

“Draco, my mother calls me Dragon though.” The voice said, sounding more male now, “Making this connection exhausted me.”

“Draco Malfoy?” Harry asked; he had to know.

“Yes. “ Draco said hesitantly, the happiness being replaced by weariness and exhaustion, “Do we know each other?”

Harry hesitated before answering; his answer could ruin any initial trust that his mate already had for him, “Don’t worry about that now. You should rest, you sound exhausted.”

There was a pause before Draco said, “Very well.”

Then the link quieted, but it didn’t close. Harry couldn’t help but be torn between apprehension and glee as he thought over this discovery. He just hoped that Draco wouldn’t out right reject him when he discovered exactly who his mate was. Just thinking about it had his more animalistic side fighting to surface from inside him. He wondered briefly whether Darverius had dominant and submissive components like werewolves had. If they did than judging by his reaction to his mates during his first transformation and his instincts to claim Draco now that they had made a connection he was a dominant partner.

Harry left Draco’s link and searched through his mind for the beginning of one of the other two. When he found one he concentrated on it and mentally smirked as he easily opened for him.

The first thing he heard was a gasp, then he saw an image of a man laying on the floor, wincing as his legs melded together into a large red-purple fin. Harry watched, mentally shaking himself as he realized he had caused one of his mates pain. The man began to change more as a glamour fell revealing his true features. His hair was a long and shoulder length onyx black, and seemed to float as if he was in water. Light purple scales dusted the sides of his forearms, and his eyes were a mix of purple and black. Then last his ears became pointed and his nose changed from large with an intrusive bump, to long and delicate with a slight point at the end, giving him an elegant look that would make a veela swoon.

The merman closed his eyes and sighed, trying to relax in the open air before he tried to change back into his human form. Harry was in awe of his beauty. He couldn’t believe that the man who he thought was a greasy bat of a Potion’s Professor could be this gorgeous.

“Who are you?” Severus asked quietly, his voice deeply rich and airy.

“You’ll find out soon.” Harry answered back, mentally reaching out to brush his fingers across the merman’s cheek.

Severus jumped at the phantom touch before leaning into the fingers just before Harry pulled out of the link.

His life just seemed to get stranger and stranger. Harry was about to test the third link when Motsy popped into the room and nudged him. Harry’s eyes snapped open in surprise and scared the little elf.

“Motsy is very sorry Master Harry. Motsy shouldn’t have touched Master Harry like that, but Motsy needs to tell Master Harry that there are people at the door. Motsy wonders what she should do with people.” Motsy jabbered out quickly, her hands covering her mouth in a scared and apologetic pose.

Harry sat up and smiled at the small elf, “It’s all right Motsy. You can get my attention however you want, as long as you don’t hurt me. As for the people at the door, I will go down and see to them.”

Motsy nodded vigorously before saying, “Thank you Master Harry. Thank you, thank you, and thank you.”

When Motsy popped out of the room not a second later Harry left and went down the stairs to see to his guests.
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