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Catching the Train	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88961 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Chapter 4

Looking at the Elder Wand where it was laying on the table, then to the two pieces of Harry's phoenix feather wand, Sirius scratched his chin. He wasn't sure how to go about this as he had absolutely no workable knowledge on how to build a wand. They'd manage, though, as it was just wrapping the wood from the one around the other. That wouldn't affect the usage either or change what it did. All it would be was a disguise for it. Because he was damned sure that plenty would want the Elder Wand if they knew what it was. No. That wasn't something he needed in this complex mess. Harry taking on someone over this wand could end disastrously for them, not Harry. And it might end up with something revealed that they didn't want exposed. No, they needed to hide what this wand really was.

Slipping an arm around Harry, he pulled him back against his chest. As his godson was seated between his legs at the kitchen table, something he wanted, he could easily look over his shoulder at the book Harry had open and was holding up. This was the only one they found in the library that had anything to do with wands. It wasn't right on point for what they needed, but it might work. From what he gathered, they had to put something like a ward around the wand then would wrap the woods, smoothing them out so they didn't look like they had been broken. “I think I can manage this,” Sirius told Harry, lifting his own wand as he still kept hold of him.

Looking from the wand to the book, Harry said, “I'll let you have at it. As you know what you're doing, it should end up fine.” Shifting a bit, he winced slightly, though grinning as he did.

As Sirius promised, his arse was plenty sore. It was sore when he woke up this morning and was even more so now, as he'd been pinned against the wall while they were taking a shower and fucked within an inch of his life again. This was good! Oh, he wasn't raw or anything, as Sirius had some kind of ointment that helped that, but he was definitely feeling what they had done. And he didn't mind one damned bit either. In fact, he liked it!

Still holding Harry with the one arm, Sirius went to work on the wand. Making damned sure that Harry kept the book up so he could follow the instructions there, as this was tricky, he said, “We need to work on you keeping up appearances that you haven't changed around most. Kingsley—he'll be fine as I'm sure that barmy, meddlesome old man filled him in on what he did. I'll just make sure that he was given every bit of information and it was right without Albus' half-truths and spin. We'll start with him, though. Just follow my lead and we'll see what we can manage.”

“I'll try,” Harry told him, keeping a close eye on what Sirius was doing with the wand. Waking up this morning, that darkness—it was far more intense, something he adored the feeling of. It seemed to override most everything, including the nightmare that happened for the previous 24 hours. What it didn't dominate, though, was anything to do with Sirius. He assumed that's because of what the two of them had agreed on before coming back. That was fine with him. He could deal with it. Though there was a part of him that balked at what Sirius had done the night before and how he agreed to obey then wanting to go cut loose on plenty of people, he didn't let it override anything. He would let Sirius guide whatever was going on as that felt 'right'.

“Just keep in mind what you were like before you 'died' and try to pretend you're that way still. I have something in mind to help nudge you there and have you do what you can about the expression,” Sirius told him gently as he worked. Shaking his head, he admitted with a sigh, “I'm not sure what we can do about your eyes. Let's gauge what we can achieve with Kingsley and see what we can manage. We need you to do the best you can for now. I know it won't be for long at first, but we have to try as there is so much coming that you're going to have to be seen doing. Not to mention the trials and whatnot. We'll manage, Harry.” He had the barest bones of plans for this, but most of it depended on the acting job his godson could pull off. For now, they needed to stay away from almost everyone until they could work on it. It was pressing, though.

Pleased with the first of the wards going on as it should, Sirius began to layer the second one on, seeing the signal from the wand that it accepted what he did. Perfect. Quietly, he told Harry, “When we finish with Kingsley, we have somewhere to go.” Before Harry could ask, he explained, “We're going to get you your collar and leash.” That's where he stopped and waited, hoping like hell this wasn't the first fight they had coming about what Harry agreed to. It was one he would win, that's for damned sure, even if he had to invoke the bond that was there to do it, he just didn't want it right away. It was coming, no doubt there, at some point in the future, he just didn't want a battle right off the bat.

Bristling slightly at that, wanting to snarl at the thought of being controlled, Harry took several deep breaths. Not only did he remember agreeing to it, something he did think he would like and found exciting, but there was a tug there, somewhere, that seemed to pull him back from that darkness that wanted to control this part. Nodding, he asked, “You know where to get one then? I assume you aren't talking a Muggle place.”

Feeling Harry tense up when he mentioned it, Sirius waited to see what would happen. Thankfully, the fight didn't come. That was good. It meant that what he did on the other side would work to control the darkness. Harry—unlike Voldemort, Harry wasn't a sociopath. He could feel and had emotions. He was Dark though, something that would lead him and allow him to push those feelings and emotions aside. That's what he had to work with; Harry keeping it under control and making sure he was in charge so his godson didn't go fully into the Dark, able to ignore his conscience and do whatever. Giving Harry a squeeze and a kiss on the temple to show he was pleased with him, Sirius said, “Naw. There are a few places down Knockturn Alley that will have what we need. That's where we'll go. Though I bet most places will be closed today to celebrate, they won't. We'll just put on a glamour of some kind and pick up what we need.” Grinning a bit, he chuckled then said, “They have some neat toys, too. We'll get some of those.”

Figuring Sirius was talking about sex shops, Harry grinned. “Alright. Sounds good.”

“They won't be busy today, so we can spend plenty of time looking around,” Sirius told him, grinning bigger. Sobering up as he got the second ward on and was pressing on with the final one, he said, lowering his voice, “I think today and tomorrow may be the only time we get left alone before the bombardment starts. Then we're going to have to start dealing with people.”

“They can all get lost as far as I'm concerned,” Harry snorted, sneering slightly.

“I tend to agree with you and will make sure they do just that,” Sirius conceded. “At first, though, we have to. There's no choice, Harry. You need seen in public for people to not start wondering what's off. That and we have obligations to attend to. Those we can't ignore. It would look damned odd for you to ignore funerals and other bits. Not to mention I'm sure you're going to end up getting awards of some kind for what you did. That we can't miss either. Then there are the trials I'm damned sure you'll get called for. I hope that the Ministry can cut deals with most of them to keep you from having to do that. Kingsley might manage. We'll see there.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry told him, “Yeah, well, as far as I'm concerned people can decide I'm a hermit or something because I don't want to be around anyone but you.”

“I plan to let them do just that,” Sirius assured him. “Once we take care of what we have to, we're hiding the best we can. There is plenty around here we can do. In fact, there are several projects I have in mind that will keep us plenty busy. After things settle and die down, we'll find something to keep us occupied.” Lowering his voice, he added, “Auror training isn't in the offing. The same with other career plans.”

“Doesn't matter,” Harry told him, watching what was going on with his wand. “I honestly don't care about any of that anymore anyway.”

“We'll come up with something to keep both of us from going barmy,” Sirius told him, pleased. Looking at the wand and waiting for the flash that told him the layers of warding had settled, he grinned when it came. Good. That meant it was working perfectly. Now for the wrapping of the wood. This was the easy part and something he didn't think he would have a problem with. “Almost done,” he told Harry.

“Brilliant,” Harry said with a grin.

Getting the two pieces of wood on, preparing to smooth them down so they didn't look broken, Sirius glanced up at a signal from the wards. It was Kingsley, as expected. It was early, long before the Ministry opened, something he predicted would happen. Which meant that they could handle this quickly and quietly, something he wanted. Giving Harry a squeeze, he said, “Stay right there. I'll be back in a minute. I have to let Kingsley in.” Seeing Harry nod, he stood to go tend to what was needed.

Standing in the park across the street, Kingsley didn't know what to think. As it was, he was pale and shaking slightly, his stomach roiling, apprehensive about facing what was in that house. He had just come from talking to Albus, something that lasted a couple of hours. By the time he was done, he was shaking in rage at what the old man had set up and pushed for. In fact, midway through the conversation with the painting, he was ready to blast it to bits. Oh bloody hell, this was bad. About as horrible as it could get, in fact.

Unlike most people, he knew what a Horcrux was and what it could do because of his job. The second Albus came across with the fact that Harry was one and wasn't innocent, he knew what happened then understood what he saw the night before from Harry. That's when he wanted to start throwing hexes. The mere thought that Albus had hidden so much from them and had then set Harry up to die, unleashing the darkness in Harry when that Horcrux basically exploded when he died, spreading it's malevolence through Harry's system like a disease no one could ever cure, had him irate. It felt like all they had done and worked towards was a lie. Somehow, he doubted that Prophecy Albus had them running in circles to protect was to keep it hidden from Voldemort. More like keeping them in the dark about what it meant. The same with protecting Harry. It seemed like the old man had just intended to set Harry up to die when he thought the time was right, nothing more. That made him ill.

In the end, he had spent several minutes ranting and screaming at the painting of Albus. Even when he finished, he didn't feel better. All he knew was that an old man that thought he knew better than everyone else had unleashed another form of hell on this world if Sirius couldn't do something about it. As Sirius came back with Harry, he assumed there was a plan in place. He just hoped it worked.

After what seemed like an eternity, the wards appeared to shimmer then the house came into view. Shaking his head, knowing he now had to face this mess, Kingsley glanced down to make sure he still had a hold of the pardon papers and the one for the bonding. Then, holding his head high, he made his way towards Grimmauld Place, hoping against hope that between him and Sirius they could pull something off to keep what Albus did a secret from the world.

Taking a seat across the familiar table from Harry, Kingsley suppressed a shiver at the look in the younger man's eyes. Oh, Albus had unleashed hell there, that's for damned sure. Watching Sirius sit down behind Harry, pulling him back against his chest, he said, softly, pushing the pardon paper over to him, “You're cleared. I signed that first thing this morning. I'll make damned sure that it's out there, too. We have Wormtail's body and can prove plenty. That's all we need.”

Taking the paper, Sirius held it up so Harry could read it too, grinning. “Good!” Going back to work on the wand, he made sure he kept one arm around Harry, who seemed like he was just staring at Kingsley and waited.

Shivering at the look in Harry's eyes, unnerved by the stare as he now knew what it meant, Kingsley shook his head then asked, “What are you trying to do?”

“Wrap the wood from Harry's old wand around this one,” Sirius sighed. “If anyone knows he has the real Elder Wand, we have problems. That I don't want.”

“The Deathstick?” Kingsley asked in a hushed, awed tone, eying the wand.

“One and the same. Call it what you want, it's the real one,” Sirius told him as his brow furrowed while smoothing down the woods to cover the split where it had been broken.

Not sure what to say about that, Kingsley shook his head, giving an internal shiver at Harry possessing, and seemingly having mastered, the powerful wand. Oh yes, someone trying to get that wand away from Harry was a bad idea with what he knew. Clearing his throat, he said, “I talked to Albus.”

Stopping, Sirius looked up at him then asked, “What did he tell you? Because I've had it with his lies, half-truths and nonsense. I'll make damned sure what you know is the complete truth.”

Quickly, Kingsley gave him a rundown of what was said then sighed, looking at Harry, “The damned old man needed to tell someone some of this! It—it—we could have found another way! I know what this is and I'm damned sure that we could have found something to remove it!”

“That would have messed up his plans,” Sirius snorted, going back to working on the wand. “He couldn't have that. After all, he knew what was best and we were just children that were supposed to follow his lead because he was so smart.”

“Everything we thought we all knew is in the bin about him,” Kingsley sighed, slightly relieved that Harry was focused on what Sirius was doing now, not looking at him.

“No it's not,” Harry sneered. “Old Rita had it right in her book. No one wants to believe all of that, though it's juicy enough that they want to speculate.” Clenching his free hand, the one not holding the book, he shut his eyes, feeling that darkness swirling, wanting to go 'talk' to a certain painting.

Head coming up at the tone in Harry's voice, Sirius stopped what he was doing. Giving his godson a squeeze, he sat his wand down then let his hand drift between Harry's legs. Rubbing up and down the front of his jeans, he gave Harry's flaccid cock a gentle squeeze to get his attention. Leaning in close, he whispered in his ear, “Calm down. Its nothing to get angry over. I want you to try to act normal. This is a good time to practice that.” When he finished talking, he gave another squeeze before starting to stroke Harry's cock. He hoped, as this was something pleasurable, that it would work to distract Harry from the dark thoughts and impulses.

Instantly distracted by what Sirius was doing, Harry leaned back against his godfather and grinned. Yeah, that was good! Sighing softly, he looked at Kingsley again, relaxing, the dark thoughts drifting away as he focused on what Sirius was doing.

Glancing at Harry's face, Sirius was pleased to see that there was a normal expression there. Even that sheen in his eyes seemed to soften. Good! While this wouldn't work in public, obviously, it was apparent that Harry could pull it off to an extent. That meant he just had to find the right way to go about it. “That's good, Harry,” he whispered in his ear to let him know he was pleased. It was his thought that what he had in mind for the leash and collar might have the same effect. As those would be invisible to all but him, it was perfect.

Though Kingsley really didn't want to know what Sirius was doing, he was happy to see a more normal expression on Harry's face. He doubted anything had changed internally, but he could show a different side. It just meant Sirius needed time to work with him and whatever plan he had.

Keeping hold of Harry with one arm, Sirius gave him a kiss on the temple then let loose of his crotch. Grabbing his wand, he went back to work. “There are several bits I need you to do for me as they relate to this nightmare.”

“What do you need?” Kingsley asked, focusing back there. Oh yes, they didn't need anyone speculating about Harry at this juncture. That look—plenty would if they saw that.

“First, those you arrested—you might want to cut some kind of deal so Harry doesn't have to show in court. I think, by the time trials come around, we'll have some of it under control, but putting him on the stand is a bad idea.” Glancing at his godson, Sirius asked, “Isn't it, Harry?”

“Oh, there is plenty I would like to say to and about them,” Harry growled. Shaking his head, he added, “If I don't have to, I'd rather not do that. I just want to stay away from everyone.”

Not even wanting to consider putting Harry on the stand to testify against anyone, Kingsley gave a vigorous nod. “I'll manage something. It'll sting for them, that's for damned sure, but we don't need the trials we had after the last war, either. Let me see what I can do before an election is held. As I have no intention of running, I won't have to worry about doing something unpopular.”

“Any awards—let's just say we need to make this as short as we can get them without the usual pomp involved,” Sirius sighed, looking at him.

“Order of Merlins are going to plenty, including Harry. That I plan to make sure of,” Kingsley told him firmly. “Harry is getting a massive reward as well. In this case, because there are so many, we'll just do a ceremony at the Ministry and hand them out. And quickly. Within the week, if I can at all manage. I'll just wait for the funerals to end.”

Stopping at that, feeling the first pangs of loss for those he cared about, Sirius said, softly, “Whatever expenses for Remus, Tonks and some of the others, I'll handle. Let me know what to do.” It was hitting him for the first time just how many he cared about were gone. He—well, he had plenty to worry about, but this he would take on.

“No, you won't,” Kingsley told him firmly. “The Ministry will foot all the bills. It's the least they can do for this. Several have already mentioned interring them on the grounds of Hogwarts as a memorial. I think that's the right thing unless families want to tend to it.”

“It is,” Sirius admitted, looking at him. Shaking his head, he cast the last spell on the wand. Pleased to see the wood fully cover it and look like Harry's original wand, he grinned. “Give it a go, Harry. It should be fine.”

Picking up his wand, Harry gave it a wave then conjured a cup. Grinning as the wand throbbed in his hand, feeling like it should, he nodded, “Perfect! Works fine.”

“Good!” Sirius said with a relieved grin. Putting his wand down, he wrapped his other arm around Harry as well, holding him close. “This way everyone thinks it's your old one, though it's a tad longer. I doubt most will notice.” Looking at Kingsley, he changed topics, still holding Harry close, “Did you bring the form for the bonding? We need to do that this morning.” That was the one thing he had to have in place for anything he would do to work. Oh, the bond they formed on the other side of life was there, this would just shore it up, something he needed to help.

“I have it,” Kingsley told him with a firm nod, producing the paper. Shaking his head, he added, quietly, “Sirius, we need a witness. And a house elf won't cut it.”

“Fuck,” Sirius muttered, not having thought of that. Looking up at the ceiling, he tried to think what to do. They had to have that bonding done, official or not. He wanted it official, though, for many reasons, not the least of which was an official one was the strongest they could get.

“Let me go get Arthur,” Kingsley suggested, keeping a soothing tone. Seeing Sirius look at him, about to say something, he shook his head. “Sirius, Arthur considers Harry to be his son. No matter what Albus caused, that's not going to change. Let me tell him what's going on. He'll witness it without a problem and help you handle that end of the mess. At the very least, he can help keep his family and Hermione away while you do whatever it is you're working with.” Looking at Harry, who was staring at him again, he added, “Nothing he sees will end up passed along to anyone and it won't change anything when it comes to how he treats Harry. He'll probably tell Molly, but it won't bother her either. You know him, Sirius. If there's anyone that can keep this a secret, it's him. And he's probably worried sick about Harry vanishing with you.”

Thinking that over, Sirius thought it might work. Nodding at Kingsley, he looked at Harry, who was glancing at him, then said, “We'll do that.”

Pleased it worked, Kingsley asked, “Do you want the bonding paper hidden or not?”

“No, I want it out there,” Sirius told him firmly. “This way it stops a lot of nonsense in its tracks. Most won't want to tangle with me over it.”

“I'll make sure of it.” Kingsley assured him. “Let me go get Arthur and we'll do this.” Seeing Sirius nod, he stood and left. He hoped they could get this done and in place, fast. Then he would have to hurry to work with other bits so it didn't get out of hand.

Coming into Grimmauld Place after Sirius let them through the wards, Arthur wasn't sure what to do or expect. It had been a horrific night, though the end of the war was good. The mere fact he lost one of his sons, not to mention so many others they had all known so long, was bad. Harry vanishing with someone who looked like Sirius had them all baffled. They assumed he was fine, as Kreacher had shown up to get his things, but he had been worried, as had Molly. Now, well, it was worse.

Kingsley—well, what he explained—it was bad. He had come to the Burrow and sat him down to talk to him. Midway through, Arthur insisted that Molly join them. By the time Kingsley was done, Molly was in tears and he had felt ill. Completely ill. The mere fact they trusted Albus with so much only to have him pull this was beyond what he could handle right now. That's all there was to it. When Kingsley asked him to come witness the bonding, he didn't think twice and followed. Now, well, he was worried what he would see.

Following the person he now knew was Sirius into the kitchen, Arthur's eyes drifted to Harry. Seeing the look in the young man's eyes made him want to burst into tears. He had hoped that Kingsley was wrong, of course, but this showed he wasn't. That made him sick and the first pangs of fury lick at his insides. Albus—oh, he was going to have words with a certain painting.

Taking a seat at the table, he smiled at Harry then said, “We were worried about you vanishing like that! This is good, though. You're with Sirius, so there's nothing to worry about.”

“I'm fine, Mr. Weasley,” Harry told him, leaning back against Sirius when he took a seat behind him again, Sirius' legs straddling his on the bench, arm wrapping around his midsection once more.

Smiling, Arthur nodded, “You are. And I think Arthur is fine, Harry. After all you did and went through, I believe first names are appropriate.”

“Alright—Arthur,” Harry chuckled, grinning just a little.

Pleased with that, Sirius looked at Arthur and nodded. This was good. All along, he knew Arthur was a good man that would care for his godson. This proved it. So far, Arthur didn't flinch over what he saw of Harry. There was sadness there, of course, that he could easily read, but not the reaction some would have. That told Sirius that, indeed, Arthur saw Harry as one of his sons and nothing that happened would ever change that. Even what was there now. In fact, he would probably deal with it the best he could and never treat him differently. Perfect. Looking between the two across from them, he asked, “Everyone's been filled in?”

“Arthur and Molly, both, know. They assured me it would go no further. Whatever speculation there is, they won't answer.” Kingsley assured him. “Arthur's going to witness the bonding as well. That'll make it perfectly legal.”

“It will be my pleasure, in fact,” Arthur said with the tiniest of smiles. Looking between the two across from him, he said, voice firm, “You are both still part of the family and we expect you to remember that. Dinners and events are something we want you to attend.” Glancing at Harry, he added, gently, “And this doesn't matter. You're still family.”

“We will,” Sirius told him with a smile, pleased. “Just give us some time. We don't want to—well—I'm sure you can guess,” he sighed.

“I completely understand,” Arthur told him with a nod. Straightening up, he said, “Let's get on with this. Though I planned to see another of my son's get married, I hadn't expected it this soon. So, I'm a bit unprepared, but I think it's a perfect balance for all the horrible events.” Smiling a little bigger than before, he waited. He wasn't sure what Sirius' plan was to deal with this horrific turn of events, and honestly didn't want to know, but he did understand that Sirius would love Harry forever, no matter what. To him, that's all that mattered.

Putting the bonding certificate down on the table after Arthur and Kingsley left, Sirius grinned. Perfect. It was sealed. He had felt it, in fact. Which was what he wanted. Giving Harry a squeeze with the one arm that was around him, he said, “We're framing this and putting it somewhere special.”

Nodding, looking at the life-changing piece of official parchment, Harry asked, sipping at his tea, “What are we doing now?”

Casting a Tempus, Sirius sighed then said, “We have a few hours before we can go get what we want. So, I say we go up and start working on the top floor. I'll have you set Kreacher to cleaning everything up. While out, we'll see if any furniture stores are open. If they are, we'll get some catalogs and pick out some nice shite. Then we'll go from there.”

“What are we going to do to the top floor?” Harry asked, curious, as Sirius hadn't mentioned that yet.

“Ward it the best we can get it,” Sirius told him. “It's our private area. Our bedroom will be more warded and as secure as we can manage. I've got the wards locked down and the Fidelius changed so no one can get through. They have to send a message before they come over then I have to meet them over at the park to get them in. Even then, they can only get in once. Each time I have to let them in. That's all there is to it. It's our home and no one but us can come and go.”

Pleased with that as they wouldn't end up being bugged, Harry nodded. “Good. Don't want to deal with anyone, honestly.”

“Me either,” Sirius told him frankly. “Once we handle whatever we have to, you and I are becoming hermits while we work on what's here. After we get it going good, we'll see.” Grabbing Harry by the hair on the back of his head, he pulled his head back and grinned when his godson looked at him. “Who do you belong to, Harry?” He asked, grinning, tone silken.

“You,” Harry breathed, shivering. “I'm yours.”

“All mine,” Sirius said, grinning bigger. Good. This started out just right. Now they just had to press on. That he could manage.
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