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Unbreakable Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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So firstly I would like to thank my lovely wife Bicky Monster for beta-reading this for me. ^_^
Secondly, I would like to apologise for taking so long with this update, but life really got turned upside down for me in such a wonderful way. ^_^ I have now been married two and a half weeks, and as this year progresses, I hope to start having more regular updates, along with a couple new fics.
I also aim to have this fic done by the end of the year! So we’ll see how that one goes for me! Enjoy the chapter!

Unbreakable Bonds
Chapter 4

Harry’s mind was still going in circles as he stumbled through the floo, the events of the day feeling more like something out of a dream. Life had always had a way of throwing strange things at him, and Harry still wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react to the news that he was pregnant.

Part of him was maybe a little happy that he was going to have a proper family, something that he had always dreamed about. But then there was the louder part of his brain that he had never quite been able to shut off, the one that reminded him that the bond was broken, that Blaise and Draco had the choice to leave him now.

Harry put a hand on his slightly rounded stomach. He still had no idea how he was going to explain either the bond or the pregnancy to either of his bondmates, but Harry didn’t want to keep this from them for too long; a couple days while he got his own thoughts in order, and figured out the best way to tell them.

“Harry!”

Harry’s head snapped up, looking in the direction of the doorway when he heard Draco. His blond bondmate hurried over and pulled him into a tight hug, Blaise not far behind.

“Uh… hi,” Harry said, confused about the greeting. He turned his head to locate the clock. It was later than he thought it was, nearly four thirty in the evening, but it was still far too early for either of his lovers to be home.

“Why are you both here?” Harry asked.

“You’ve been missing for hours, and all you have to say is to ask why we’re home?” Draco questioned, pulling back to look at Harry.

“I haven't been missing, I went to Saint Mungo’s-”

“This morning!” Blaise snapped. “You left the same time we did this morning, and you’re only just now getting back.”

“Harry,” Draco said slowly, “I went to the hospital. Healer Eldon said you left hours ago. Where were you?”

“I went to see Hermione. I knew you and Blaise weren’t going to be home yet and I didn’t want to be alone, so I went to visit Hermione,” Harry said, feeling a little overwhelmed and emotional at being cornered and questioned by the two men he loved.

“Harry.” A new, calmer voice joined them, and Harry looked once again toward the doorway, this time seeing Remus standing there.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked, looking from one face to another. It was true he had been gone most of the day, but this wasn’t the first time he had done this, but certainly the first time he had received such a worried welcome home.

“People have been looking for you all day, Harry,” Remus said. “Sirius hasn’t been able to tell me the details, but he was very adamant that you were found.”

“I was at Saint Mungo's, then I went to see Hermione…” Harry said again, trailing off when the fireplace came to life behind him.

“Harry!” Sirius said loudly, pulling Harry away from Blaise and Draco, into a crushing hug of his own.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Harry asked. “Why is everyone so worried that I decided to go visit Hermione?”

“It’s because we didn’t know where you were,” Sirius said.

“Okay, but I’m quite capable of taking care of myself,” Harry said, pulling away from Sirius and looking up at his godfather, taking in the worried expression, and the shadows that lurked in his eyes that had been left there by his time in Azkaban. “Now please, what is going on?” Harry questioned again.

“We got a few answers out of Marius McLaggen, about why he attacked you,” Sirius said. Harry waited for him to continue, frowning when his godfather remained silent.

“...Sirius?” Harry prompted, trying to stamp down on the worry rapidly growing in his mind.

“The interrogation has made things a bit... complicated,” Sirius said, and Harry could tell that Sirius was choosing his words carefully, a good indication that things were probably worse that Harry might have originally thought.

“Stop trying to sugar coat it and just tell me!” Harry snapped in irritation. “Is it really that bad?”

Sirius let out a long sigh and nodded. “It’s not life threateningly bad, but it’s still fairly bad.” Sirius said, looking around the room at the other three that were also waiting for answers. “Sorry you lot, but this is kind of...um, Ministry business now, could you maybe….”

“You might as well say it with us here, Harry will tell us after regardless,” Draco pointed out.

“Draco, please?” Harry asked, turning to look at his blond bondmate. “I will tell you after, but I get the feeling that this is going to be something unpleasant enough, without an audience.”

Blaise frowned, narrowing his eyes in the way he usually did when he was suspicious of something. “You’ll talk to us after?” Blaise asked.

Harry nodded. “Of course,” he promised, giving Blaise the best reassuring smile he could muster, and his two boyfriends reluctantly left the room, Remus flashing Harry a sympathetic smile before flooing home. Once they were alone, Harry turned back to his Godfather.

“Did you want to talk here? Or we can go upstairs to my room, less likely someone will eavesdrop on us there,” Harry said.

Sirius shook his head. “No, here is good, I suppose it doesn’t really matter if I tell you in private or not...I just know that Blaise and Draco are not going to be happy about this news.” the older man said, looking sad and worried.

“...I take it I’m not going to like this either?” Harry guessed. “Should I sit down for it?” Harry didn’t wait for an answer as he moved toward the settee, taking a seat, watching Sirius as the man started pacing the room.

“Marius was questioned using veritaserum,” Sirius started as he continued his pacing.

“I had assumed they would do something like that, everyone wanted answers quickly,” Harry said. “So, did he say why he attacked me?”

“He did,” Sirius paused to look seriously at Harry. “He claims to have been put under the Imperius curse, ordered to attack you at the party last night.”

Harry tensed, his mind already running down the list of known Death Eaters that were still free that would want to attack him. Though most of them had been laying low for years now, making it more likely that he had upset someone more recently.

“Did he tell you who? Is that why you’re here? We’re going on a man hunt… or are they insisting that I be put under protective custody until this person is caught?”

Sirius shook his head. “He told us who put him under the Imperius, but… we’re not sure who we’re looking for yet.”

“I don’t understand,” Harry frowned.

“He accused you of using the Imperius curse on him,” Sirius said.

Harry had prepared himself for bad news, had expected it, since today seemed to be the day for bad news, but nothing could have ever prepared him for that.

“Oh…” was all Harry could say for a long moment as his mind processed this new information. “So what happens now?” Harry eventually asked.

He knew the normal procedure for something like this; though he had never personally dealt with a ‘rogue Auror’ before, he knew how things were generally supposed to go. However, considering it was just Sirius here talking to him, and he hadn’t been hunted down and dragged in for questioning, Harry could only assume that normal procedure was being ignored.

“Harry, you didn’t do anything,” Sirius said.

“I KNOW I didn’t do anything!” Harry snapped. “But that’s not going to change the fact that McLaggen was questioned under veritaserum! So, I’m asking you, Sirius, what happens now?”

Harry pushed all his other problems to the back of his mind for the moment, he couldn’t worry about anything else right now, not until this new crisis was sorted out. Even the fact that he was pregnant wouldn’t matter much if he was sent to Azkaban, as Harry was very sure that there was no possible way for the baby to survive such a dreadful place. Perhaps if he had been given more time to wrap his mind around the idea of being pregnant, the thought of possibly losing the baby would have been more upsetting to him.

“No one believes him, Harry,” Sirius said, turning Harry’s attention back to the problem at hand. “And I managed to talk them out of arresting you… for now, but uh… your wand,” Sirius said slowly.

Harry nodded, removing his wand, holster and all, before handing it over to Sirius. “Did you want to do a body search too? Make sure I’m not carrying any spares?” Harry said testily.

“I know you’re upset, Harry, I am too,” Sirius said, taking the holster and wand almost reluctantly. “We’ll sort this out, and until then you're just on suspension.”

“That's it?” Harry asked, looking confused. He wasn't going to complain, but it seemed a little strange that there wasn’t going to be more to it.

“Yeah, for now, unless something else comes up,” Sirius sighed.

“Are you going to keep me updated about the investigation? Or will I just have to wait until I’m called for a trial or something?” Harry questioned with a huff.

Sirius gave Harry a disapproving look. “Harry, this attitude isn’t going to help things, I’m not your enemy, so quit it,” Sirius said a little more sternly than he had meant to, Harry lowered his head, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

Harry knew he needed to calm down, even though the last twenty four hours had been really difficult, that didn’t mean it was right, or fair, to be taking out his anger and frustration on his Godfather.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said, opening his eyes to look at Sirius again. “It’s just been a really stressful couple days… right now I could just use with a hot cup of tea, and a long bath.”

Sirius smiled, reaching out and pulling Harry into a hug, one that Harry gratefully returned. “I promise to keep you up to date as best I can,” Sirius said. “And I’ll leave it up to you how much you want to tell Blaise and Draco.”

“They’re not going to be happy about this,” Harry said, pulling away from Sirius. “Does Remus know?” Harry questioned, frowning when Sirius shook his head.

“No, it’s a bit too close to the full moon right now. I’m not sure how much I should tell him just yet…” Sirius said.

“If you don’t tell him, it will be worse when he does find out,” Harry said patting Sirius’ arm comfortingly, which made Sirius laugh.

“I thought I was supposed to be the adult here,” Sirius said.

“In age only, I've been mentally older than you for a while now,” Harry told him with a grin.

“Cheeky brat.” Sirius rolled his eyes, but was grinning widely at Harry.

“Alright, I suppose I should get this over with,” Harry said, taking a deep breath before he turned toward the kitchen where he knew his two bondmates would be.

“Indeed, better to just get it over with I suppose,” Sirius said, following Harry. “By the way, did the doctor say anything today? About the curse you were hit with?”

Harry paused for a moment and glanced over at Sirius. “He doesn’t know what spell I was hit with, but there weren’t any side effects, so either it was a bogus spell that did nothing, or I did manage to block it…” Harry trailed off, feeling something twist in his gut at how easy he found it to lie to Sirius. However, Harry still felt as if he was doing the right thing; there was no point in telling anyone about the broken bond, or the baby, not until the mess with McLaggen was sorted.

“That sounds a bit… odd,” Sirius said, looking skeptical.

Harry nodded. “He thought so too, I’m going back for another appointment next week, just so he can keep an eye on things for a little while.” Harry explained, continuing on his way into the kitchen before Sirius could ask him anything else about it.

One problem at a time, Harry had decided, and he felt as if there was nothing he could do about the bond, or the baby, not until the possibility of a permanent trip to Azkaban was eliminated from his future.

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Two days had passed since Sirius’ last visit, and Harry had practically been put under house arrest; two days where he had nothing to do but sit around and worry, while either Blaise or Draco hovered somewhere nearby; two days, and Harry was feeling suffocated, unable to do anything toward fixing any of his current problems.

Harry’s declining mood wasn’t helped at all by the fact that, despite them always being somewhere nearby, Blaise and Draco had been leaving Harry with his own thoughts, giving him the occasional reminder that they were there if he needed to talk.

Harry wanted to talk, wanted to tell them about the broken bond, tell them about the pregnancy, tell them how frightened he was that he would be sent to azkaban. However, everything felt so delicately balanced, and the possibility, however small, that Blaise and Draco would take their chance at freedom, to finally have the life they had been planning together all those years ago, that thought alone kept Harry from just blurting everything out. It was selfish of him, he knew that, and even the thought of going to Azkaban wasn’t nearly as frightening as losing Blaise and Draco.

“That’s it, I’m going to Hermione’s,” Harry announced suddenly, standing from where he was sitting at the kitchen table. They had just spent another meal in near silence, Harry stewing over what he should, or shouldn’t tell his bondmates, while both Blaise and Draco sat across from him, clearly trying to think of a way they could help.

“Where did this sudden decision come from?” Blaise asked.

“The fact that I feel trapped in my own house right now. I need to get out, I need space to breathe and then maybe I can think of a way to fix what’s going on,” Harry said.

“If you wanted to go out, you should have said something,” Draco said, standing from his own seat.

“I’m saying something now,” Harry said. “I’m going to Hermione’s and I’m going alone. I need some space right now.” Harry knew that this was also unexpected as Blaise and Draco exchanged a look.

“Harry… Sirius said-”

“I KNOW what Sirius said!” Harry snapped. “And I’m going to be with Hermione, Fred and George will most likely be there too, so I don’t need any more supervision than that.” Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Look, I know you two want to help, I want your help too...”

“Then talk to us!” Draco pleaded. “ Let us help you, Harry, we can figure this out together.”

“I really don’t know what you can do to help…” Harry admitted. “I want your help, I really do, I… I love you both, so much,” Harry said, tears welling up in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. Knowing now why he was so emotional, going from angry to laughing to crying in the span of a few moments, it was because of the baby; however, this didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

“Harry,” Blaise said, standing and moving around the table to pull Harry into a hug. The smaller man fell against the strong chest, his shoulders shaking with suppressed tears, until he felt Draco hugging him from behind. Being sandwiched between the two people he loved most in the world had Harry falling apart, the stress from the last two days came pouring out of him as he clung to Blaise with one hand, while his other reached behind him, grabbing onto Draco.

“Shh, we’ve got you,” Draco said, rubbing soothing circles on Harry’s back, letting his distraught lover grip his hand tight enough to cut off circulation.

“I can’t lose either of you!” Harry said suddenly, crying harder.

“I can’t imagine anything that would make either of us leave you, Harry,” Draco said confidently. “I mentally faced off against Voldemort for you, if that didn’t scare me off, nothing will.” Draco said, earning a weak chuckle from Harry.

“If you still want to go to Hermione’s, we won’t stop you,” Blaise said. “You’re clearly stressed, and if getting out of the house for a little while will help...” he trailed off as Harry lifted his head to look at him.

“Really?” Harry questioned, closing his eyes when Blaise lifted his hand to wipe away the stray tears.

“Really,” Draco said. “On the one condition, that you allow one of us to take you over there. You don't have your wand right now, and I’d feel more relaxed if one of us saw you safely there, then someone can see you safely home.”

“That’s a fair deal,” Harry said, sniffing softly, the last traces of his tears being brushed away. “I… I am sorry, about this, I’ve been really out of sorts recently…”

“We understand,” Blaise reassured him, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry. “Come on now, let’s get you over to Hermione’s,” Blaise said.

Harry nodded, and allowed himself to be led out of the kitchen and to the floo. He glanced over at Draco, the blond man standing in the doorway watching them, a worried and curious expression on his face.

“I’ll see you later,” Harry said.

Draco nodded. “I love you, Harry,” the man said, and Harry smiled at him, and he hoped it didn’t look as forced as it felt.

“I love you too, Draco,” Harry said, turning toward the fire when Blaise threw the floo powder in, the flames turning green. The two of them stepped in, Blaise calling out their destination.

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Harry sat on Hermione’s sofa, sipping at his tea and trying to ignore the disapproving look she was giving him. He didn’t need to hear her lecture to feel any more guilty than he already did, but that didn’t stop the looks.

“I will tell them, Hermione,” Harry said.

“When?” she shot back. “Once you’ve fixed it? Harry, you three have been together long enough-”

“Because of the bond!” Harry interrupted her. “I… I know I should tell them about the bond being broken, and I will… but you know this stuff isn’t easy for me, there are too many ‘what if’ factors…” Harry took a long sip of his tea, before setting the cup down.

“I can’t tell you what to do in this situation, Harry,” Hermione said sadly.

“I’m not asking you what I should do, I just, I need help with this Hermione, I need to know that there is a way to fix this bond,” Harry insisted.

Hermione shook her head slowly. “We’re not children anymore, I can’t just drop everything in my life to run to the library. I’m sorry Harry, but I don’t think I’m the person you need to be asking help from,” Hermione said, standing from where she had been sat across from Harry. She went to the bookshelf and pulled down a couple books, and a large file.

“This is everything I’ve found giving details about the bond you share with Blaise and Draco. There may be something in here about fixing it, and these are the notes that I have already taken for you,” Hermione said, putting them down on the coffee table in front of Harry.

“You’re not going to help me with this anymore?” Harry asked, his voice taking on a hint of panic about the idea that Hermione was giving up on him.

“I will still be here if you need me, Harry.” Hermione said quickly, sitting next to him. “But I really think that this is something you should get Blaise and Draco to help you with.”

“But what if they…” Harry started to say, stopping when Hermione took his hand, holding it tightly.

“Then they will answer to me for hurting you,” she said firmly. “If they, for whatever reason, decide to leave you, then they don’t deserve you, or that baby you’re carrying,” Hermione said, wrapping her arms around Harry in a hug.

“I really don’t know what to do, Hermione… I can’t just go home and just blurt out that the bond was broken, and that I’m pregnant… I… where do I even start?” Harry asked, pulling away and looking at Hermione.

“My suggestion is go to Saint Mungo’s get a copy of your file about your pregnancy, sit down, and explain things to them.” Hermione said.

Harry took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “You make it sound like it’s so easy.”

“You’ve been with them long enough, you should be able to talk to them about this.” Hermione squeezed his hand. “The bond didn’t change you three that much, and the fact that YOU still love them both, knowing the bond is broken, should be proof that they will still love you once they know too.”

Harry smiled at her, before looking down at the file that had been placed in front of him. “I’m still not sure how to bring it up to them. Could I maybe leave these here for now?” He looked back at her. “Just until I’ve had the chance to talk to them…”

“Of course, I’ll put them away, but I will expect you to come by and get them in a couple days, or I’ll personally storm your house and drop them in your lap,” Hermione threatened with a smile.

“I just want to break the news to them slowly… maybe I can start with the good news… about the baby first, and work my way up from there…” Harry said.

“I think that is a good idea, and the sooner you do that, the better,” Hermione encouraged. “Though don’t think I’m trying to throw you out, you’re still welcome to stay here as long as you like.”

Harry smiled gratefully at her, picked up his tea that had gone a bit cold now. “Maybe you could show me a bit of what you have found about the bond? Then I’ll head over to Saint Mungo’s before I go home.”

Hermione nodded, pulling the file closer to them and flipped it open. Harry sat there, finishing his tea as Hermione started telling him about some key information she had discovered about the bond. A lot of the information seemed to be very out of date, since not a lot of people had a signature bond anymore; it was unclear about when such a bond started dying out, but what it did mean was that any real information on such a bond was really hard to come by.

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Harry nearly tripped as he came through the floo, the parchment with his pregnancy results clutched in one hand. “Stupid floo travel,” Harry huffed as he straightened up and dusted the soot off himself before calling out to his bondmates. “I’m home.”

Silence was his only greeting and Harry frowned.

“Draco?” he called again, heading toward the kitchen now to see if his blond lover was in there.

Finding another empty room Harry instinctively reached out through the bond to locate Draco, wincing when all he encountered was the same void that had been left behind after the bond had been broken. Sighing Harry turned away from the kitchen, heading upstairs to see if Draco was in his study, and to find out where Blaise might be hiding. A quick search of the house left a perplexed Harry wandering back into the kitchen, putting the parchment he was carrying on the table.

Harry was the only one home at the moment, and normally this wouldn’t be something he would worry about, except with everything that had been going on, and the fact that he had been relieved of his wand a few days ago, coming home to an empty house put Harry on edge.

Harry made his way back downstairs, debating on going back over to Hermione’s, or possibly going over to visit Remus for a little while. He had reached the bottom landing when the floo lit up green, however Harry felt the tingling in the wards; the person coming through was someone Harry knew, but they were not a regular visitor.

Standing in the doorway to the living room, Harry watched apprehensively as four Aurors, Proudfoot, Savage, Williamson, and the head of the Auror office, Scrimgeour, filed his living room, wands drawn and looking around as if they were expecting to be attacked.. Frowning Harry walked further into the room, stopping mid-step when he had four wands pointed at him.

“A paranoid person might feel a little ganged up on right about now,” Harry said.

“Mr. Potter,” Scrimgeour said, stepping forward, wand still pointed at him.

“That’s my name, I suppose I can guess why the four of you are here,” Harry said and was more than a little surprised at himself with how calm he sounded, when on the inside he was panicking and screaming.

“There’s been another attack,” Scrimgeour said. “Multiple eye-witnesses have placed you at the scene. You understand what this means.”

“It means you’re here to arrest me, and I’m going to be shipped off to Azkaban,” Harry said.

“You seem awfully calm about all this,” Williamson said as he studied Harry closely, and Harry knew why the man was being suspicious. It wasn’t exactly normal for Harry to be standing there, looking as calm as he did while being put under arrest.

“I’m not calm, I believe I’m in shock,” Harry said matter of factly. “You see, it’s been a long day, and I don’t think my brain can handle much more of everything going on.”

“Explain,” Scrimgeour said.

Harry sighed. “I have a piece of paper in my back pocket, I’m going to turn around and pull it out so you can see it,” Harry said, waiting for his boss to give him the clear before doing just that.

Harry moved slowly, making sure that everyone could see that he was indeed just pulling out a piece of parchment, and not a concealed wand. Turning back around, Harry reached out to hand it over, and found his wrists being bound. He glared at Scrimgeour when the man took the parchment and opened it up.

It was at this moment that Sirius stumbled his way through the floo.

“Harry!” Sirius shouted, and then stopped short when he saw that the living room was already full. “Fuck…”

“You were ordered to stay in the office, Black,” Scrimgeour said, narrowing his eyes at Sirius.

“Yes, but this is my godson, I’m not going to let you cart him off to that living hell the way you did me!” Sirius said. “There has got to be some explanation for these attacks that have been happening.”

“There are eye-witnesses placing Potter at the scene, shooting curses at people. There are at least twenty five people who have been injured,” Scrimgeour said.

“And I’m telling you, it wasn’t Harry! He doesn’t even have a wand!” Sirius said. “I turned it in days ago!” Sirius argued.

“Um… can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Harry said. “I don’t know what attacks you’re even talking about. The only places I’ve been today were to see Hermione, then Saint Mungo's to get that parchment there,” Harry explained, nodding toward the parchment that Scrimgeour was still holding.

Looking skeptically at Harry, Scrimgeour opened the parchment, and if possible he was looking even more angry. “What kind of joke is this?” he demanded.

“It’s not a joke. If you don’t believe me, you can go ask the healer, or bring in someone else to test me.” Harry said, paying no attention to the fireplace coming to life again, or his two bondmates stepping into the room quickly, he kept eye contact with Scrimgeour as he spoke. “Anyone you get though will tell you the same thing that parchment says, I am pregnant.”

-----------x

It had not been the way Harry had wanted to tell everyone, but with this bit of news Scrimgeour could not send Harry to Azkaban. However, Harry was still being placed under arrest, the only thing they needed to work out was where Harry would be placed until his trial.

Harry didn’t much care about that at the moment, even though he knew he should. His main focus right now was Blaise and Draco. He really had had every intention of sitting them down today and telling them everything. However, thanks to perfect timing, they too knew about the pregnancy, and a quick scan from Draco had confirmed what the parchment already said.

The parchment in question was currently in Blaise’s hand, the tan boy reading it once, looking at Harry, before looking at the parchment again, as if trying to understand what was written there.

Harry of course understood his reaction, he too had been in disbelief when the healer had first told him the results. Harry was sure his expression had been similar to the ones that Blaise and Draco currently had as they too stared at the parchment, trying to comprehend what it was they were reading.

“I still don’t get it,” Blaise said, lifting his gaze toward Harry. “How did this even happen?”

Harry shrugged his shoulder. “I think that talk is supposed to go something like, “when a man and a woman love each other very much”...but in this case, I think I can just blame you.” Harry smiled, hoping his attempt at humor would lighten the mood a little. He was already stressed enough, and the last thing he could deal with was two hysterical lovers.

“Very funny, Harry,” Blaise smirked. “But why blame just me?”

“Simple,” Draco spoke up before Harry could answer. “Because you’re a horny bastard, who, if we let you, I’m sure would have Harry and I parading around naked for your own personal pleasure,” Draco said.

Blaise’s smirk widened, looking Draco up and down slowly as if picturing the fantasy that Draco had just supplied. “Well, now that you mention it-”

“Stop right there, before you even ask, Harry and I are NOT going to be parading around naked for you!” Draco snapped. “Now, can we please get back on the right topic here and talk about our baby?” Draco said, the phrase sounding strange being said by him.

“Nope,” Blaise said moving over to where Harry was standing, hands still in cuffs as the Aurors hadn’t released him yet. Blaise moved behind Harry, wrapping his arms around him, his hands settling on Harry’s stomach. “This is my baby, you can get your own,” Blaise teased.

“Blaise, this is serious!” Draco hissed.

“Yes, it is, Harry’s hands are bound, and he’s still wearing far too many clothes,” Blaise said, his gaze drifting toward the open door where Sirius was talking with the other Aurors. “Not to mention there are far too many people around, I don’t perform well with an audience.”

“Blaise,” Draco said warningly.

“Draco… please don’t be mad,” Harry said.

“I’m not,” Draco snapped. “I’m beyond mad Harry, you kept this from us.”

“Draco-”

“Don’t,” Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry. “I don’t want to hear an excuse! You hid this from us, is that why you closed the bond off? You were afraid I would find out?”

Harry thought he had been doing a good job holding himself together, sure he had freaked out under the threat of being carted off to Azkaban. However it was Draco’s words that started the tears, the mention of the bond that Harry had been desperately trying to fix. Tears of anger, hurt, fear and pain flowed freely down his cheeks and he couldn’t look at Draco anymore as he lowered his gaze to the floor.

“I didn’t close the bond,” Harry said softly.

“Are you suggesting that I did?” Draco sneered.

Harry shook his head quickly. “No, no, I’m… it’s not closed… it’s… the bond, our bond, it’s… it’s gone.”

“What?” Draco asked, and Harry almost wished that his blond lover had continued yelling, had denied what Harry had just admitted.

“Our bond, it’s been gone since the ministry party,” Harry said. “I was trying to find out what happened. McLaggen, he hit me with a spell that night, and it did something to the bond, I talked to Hermione and she was looking into it for me, and I was going to fix it, but we haven’t found anything yet and-”

“You told Granger? You could tell Granger that our bond is broken, you could go to HER for help, but you couldn’t come to either of us?” Draco demanded.

Blaise said nothing. He could understand about Harry keeping the baby a secret, something like that would have come as a huge shock to him, and he most likely had to wrap his own mind around it and then find a way of bringing it up in conversation. However, the bond, one thing that literally tied them together, something they thought could never be broken, was gone, and Blaise wanted to know why Harry had kept that to himself.

“I was scared!” Harry said desperately, looking at Draco with wide pleading eyes, willing for him to understand. “I was terrified really, I didn’t want to lose you! I love you, Draco, I love you more than ever, and I don’t have the bond telling me how I feel about you, or how I feel about Blaise, I love both of you. I was afraid that if you knew…” Harry trailed off, still afraid that if he voiced his fears, that it would happen.

“You were afraid we would leave,” Blaise finished for him watching as Harry nodded his head miserably.

“Why would you think that?” Draco questioned. “Do you really think I’m still that shallow? After seven years with me, living with me, sharing the same bed, do you really think I would just up and leave?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I didn’t think that!”

“Clearly you did! Why else would you be afraid of me leaving?” Draco shouted and Harry took a step back into Blaise. “I need some air,” Draco hissed, turning away from Harry he strode toward the door. Harry hurried after him, his bound hands grabbing onto Draco’s shirt.

“Draco, I’m sorry!” Harry said, stumbling when Draco ripped his shirt out of Harry’s grasp. And then without another word, he was gone. Slowly Harry looked toward Blaise, wide green eyes locked onto sad violet ones.

“I’ll try talking to him,” Blaise said, and he too moved toward the door to follow after Draco.

Harry watched Blasie go; there had been no reassurance that he would be back, no goodbye either. And Harry was left standing alone in the room, his whole world had just shattered around him, he couldn’t breath, his skin was burning, and he was alone, his stomach twisted painfully and Harry fell to his knees.

Screaming as loudly as he could Harry curled up around his stomach. He screamed again as the burning under his skin grew more intense, his fingers itching to scratch at his arms to make the burning stop. His stomach clenched painfully and he didn’t even try and fight off the wave of nausea that suddenly hit him. In a moment Harry’s stomach had emptied the pitiful lunch he had eaten that day. His stomach clenching painfully again, Harry coughed, curling up tighter around himself.

Someone was calling for the healer. Harry blinked slowly through his tears, gasping for air as his stomach continued trying to empty itself. Only this time Harry realised something was horribly wrong, there was blood. The burning that had been building under his skin had settled around his stomach and Harry’s eyes widened, a new fear gripping his chest now. He had subconsciously turned his buildup of magic inward. His magic was killing his baby.

TBC

I’M SORRY! I really wish I could tell you what happens after this! Just keep in mind, as mean as I am, I do like happy endings!
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