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Diseased	By : Ladygreychaton Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The next few days were fairly simple, it proved. His fathers allowed a small adjustment period before pressing any further.
Harry was allowed to decorate his room, turning the paint a welcoming forest green. After Remus had heard of the color choice, it changed to a forest scene, with great towering pines. Sirius had groaned a bit, but Harry insisted that it made him feel more open, free. The trim was set in light blue but soon adapted to clear skies and bright, clear ponds-- something the prankster Gryffindor seemed to take more joy in altering.
Remus and Sirius argued a bit, but they seemed intent on sending out for Harry's clothes. Severus had reminded them that it might be best to wait, not knowing if his body dimensions would change after the full course of July. Eventually, it was decided that only a small selection of clothes would be bought for now, rather than wearing Dudley's old cast-offs, (which were happily burned).
The days seemed to fly by, filled with chasing Sirius on the small plot outside or helping Remus in the kitchen. Reading with Severus by the fire in the evening (who was not actually as intimidating as he seemed, if you didn't ask obvious questions), or just finding things to do by himself in the small cottage.
His fathers seemed to be having some sort of exchange with Mr. Malfoy, something which seemed to be going well, but Harry never took an interest in it. After all, the clock was ticking and he wanted to enjoy the quiet before he had to start his life anew.
As it was, the days had seemed to pass so quickly that one night, Severus turned to him and said, "You are aware, I presume, that the potions will begin tonight?"
It was phrased as a question, but Harry knew immediately that it wasn't. Pausing in his meal, the boy set his fork down.
"I... yeah," he agreed. Nervously, he glanced around the table. "I know how we'd get blood from all of you, and I know you all have proven that you're my f-fathers, but... Mr. Malfoy---?"
The rest was left open-ended, hanging in the air unfinished. He wasn't sure how to say it, or what to say.
Severus' mouth quirked a little, a small tick in the corner a signal that showed his amusement, something Harry had learned to look for. "Very good, Harry." He nodded. "Yes, each of us has performed the spell on your person, and each of us can hand-deliver blood to add to our personal phials."
He paused. "However, Mr. Malfoy has not performed the spell in front of us. You have no way of knowing through that particular method, the surety of his parenthood."
Harry's confusion must have shown on his face. What was Professor Snape getting at?
"Ah, you don't know. That is perfectly alright, I have not told you yet," he admitted. "The thing about cambions, even those that haven't become full cambions--- is that they have the ability to know their parents." Harry frowned but waited for an explanation. "You were comfortable with Mister Moony, you brought out instincts of safety with me, from me."
Harry hesitantly nodded. That much was true, he could admit.
"If you were to drink a potion made with someone's blood or DNA, it would taste disgusting, worse than atrocious to you," Severus began, and Harry was sorely reminded of his 2nd year with the Polyjuice Potion. Wrinkling his nose, Harry nodded vigorously. Raising his brow but saying nothing on the obvious reaction, the dark man continued. "I doubt you would be able to stomach even a whiff without knowing it was inherently wrong. A parental phial, however, would likely smell... appealing, something enticing, better than food."
Harry's expression turned blank.
"I'll... like the way you taste, sir?"
Sirius roared with laughter, dropping his head onto the table, shoulders shaking.
Remus cleared his throat, a wide smile on his lips. "It's more like it'll remind you of things you like. Things that remind you of us, or things you associate with each father."
Severus nodded slowly, then continued as though Black were not chuckling helplessly on the table. "If Mr. Malfoy is not a seed-father, then the minute you smell the phial you will reject it. Your instincts will kick in and I expect you will react as though it were dungbomb stuck beneath your nose."
At the mere suggestion, Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust, once more. The thought of such a horrible odor made his stomach clench and he actually hoped Mr. Malfoy was being honest, if only to be spared such a smell.
"Mr. Malfoy has sent along a phial of his blood, something I checked myself to be sure," Severus continued. "And I have added it into the fourth potion. When you are ready, we will begin with each set of phials. After that, we will discuss the next two days and the schedule to follow."
Harry glanced at Remus and Sirius who gave him encouraging grins before nodding.
"Best get this over and done with, then," Harry joked, trying to sound brave.
Severus dipped his head, handing him the first phial.
It was light blue in color and Harry unstoppered it and took a careful whiff - the smell of peppermint, like the peppermint mice he had consumed on the train, hit him first. It was pleasant and jittery, reminding him of high altitudes. The wind in his hair, like being way above the Quidditch pitch in the middle of Autumn.
The thoughts made him smile without realizing it and he knocked it back, the tingling sensation of the potion going down easy. Smooth and jittery, with the mint waking him up, a refreshing sensation.
"Who was that?" Harry asked brightly, a smile stretching his lips.
"That," Severus answered as he held out another phial, this one green. "Was Black's phial. I take it that it was a pleasant taste, as expected."
Harry nodded, glancing shyly at Sirius who beamed back.
The second phial was quickly unstoppered and held beneath his nose for a quick whiff--- spices. So many spices! Sandalwood, patchouli, cloves, cedarwood, and cinnamon. Spicy and sweet, it reminded Harry of sitting in front of the fire on a cold winter's day. Like the times he had played in the snow during the winter months at Hogwarts, curled up with hot cocoa in the Common Room, safely nestled in blankets after, drying before the roaring fire.
Immediately, he poured the potion down his throat, feeling warm and awake on levels that he hadn't expected. Aware of things, but pleasantly settled, as though he had tired himself after a hard day's work. Rather, his mind was awake, but his body was settled, less than it had been after Sirius' phial.
"And that one?" He happily asked, handing back the empty phial, unable and unwilling to hide the rather dopey smile on his face.
Severus was staring rather openly at his face as he held out the next phial. "That, Mr. Potter, was my own phial. I am... pleased it was an enjoyable experience for you."
Harry nodded, unable to put into words the experience as he reached for the third phial. It was white this time, strangely enough, though that didn't mean much.
Curiously, he pulled the cork that kept the scent from his keen nose, swaying the glass tube like it was some sort of fancy bouquet. The smell of fine leather, old books from the library with their aged bindings full of dust, like reading in the library with Hermione. Pinewood and citrus polish of some sort, hot, mulled apple cider in the evenings. The overall scent reminded him of Hogwarts' library, evenings spent studying with the brightest witch, and Harry curiously lifted it to his nose again, sampling the smell. It wasn't altogether familiar, but there it was. His gut told him that it was a good aroma, a good choice, and so he swallowed the potion, tasting the unusual mix of memories and scents, blinking with bright eyes.
"Was that his?" He asked, feeling like he knew the answer already. Mr. Malfoy was a seed-father, his nose had assured him of the fact. Strangely, it didn't feel as comforting as the other phials. Perhaps because he hadn't spent as long with the blond man as the others, getting to know his presence before downing the potion.
Severus nodded before handing him the last phial, something that practically glowed gold.
Harry smiled because he knew there was only one 'donor' left, taking the stopper from the top and inhaling deeply. The aroma of bitter dark cocoa, dry wood shavings, the musk of the forest and sweet, dry, earthy soil hit his nose. A hint of dehydrated strawberries set off the final tones of the phial, making Harry want to chuckle. Such a wild, sweet scent. Thick fur, soft moss. Bitter darkness and chocolate, but the soothing voice of his father and strawberries to make it all better. That was Remus to a 't'.
Without a second thought, he downed the potion, feeling it embrace him and settle into his stomach.
Naturally, he didn't feel any different, just an overall contented atmosphere, but he was amused by the oddness of their 'scents' and the way he felt about each of them. It was almost like he knew a great deal about each of them personally now, in depth. The complexities of their personalities, inside and out.
"Now that you have finished," Severus continued, collecting the last empty phial from him. "We will begin the preparations. In two days time, you will begin your journey."
"So soon?" Harry complained, stretching languidly and moving from his kitchen seat to wander out into the living room without any particular care. Perhaps the potions were affecting him after all, he felt wonderful!
Severus eyed him strangely, almost as though he were behaving unusually, but nodded. "The first week you will be with myself. After that, you will be spending a week with Mr. Malfoy, then Black. The last week during your journey through time will belong to Lupin."
Harry was amused at Severus' polite formality towards Lucius, but his stilted and curt attitude towards the Marauders. He plopped down onto the couch in the living room, stretching out and dangling his legs over the end of it. "Sounds great, swell even! So all this will only take a week? That means it'll only be about July...."
"July 9th is when you will resume the normal time stream, Harry," Remus gently told him.
"So... so about twenty-two days till my birthday," Harry mumbled, grabbing and holding a throw pillow over his face.
Severus nodded. "Just over three weeks. We will begin to work together after that, training to prepare for your eventual transformation and enrolling you into your new school in the fall."
Harry nodded behind his pillow.
"We are entertaining the idea of buying more time to give you a better education, to give your body more time to adjust and to overall slow down the process of your transformation. Three weeks could be spent three times that amount, giving us a loop from the twenty-two days--- turning them into sixty-six. That'd be two months or something like it."
Harry, who was drifting off, made a non-committal response at this point. "Ah-huh, sounds great."
"As you would be re-living days, it would stall your growth through the transformation, which would allow you to learn more, retain the knowledge and abilities to further yourself. Acclimate to your future without being suddenly thrust into an inheritance and new school without any prior knowledge," Severus continued. "We could endeavor to ensure your safety as well, any hints of Harry Potter locked away long before your transformation. You could be yourself, of course, but you could fashion yourself a name, as it were... perhaps a surname from one of us or the like."
Harry's mumbles were becoming less and less coherent, and Severus sighed.
Remus chuckled, turning to the Potions Master with a wolf-like grin. "Looks like your lecture will have to wait, Snape. He's all worn out for today..."
The dour man seemed to grudgingly agree, watching as Black picked up the boy and carried him to his room. They represented a strangely homely picture together, and it made the other ache, longing to replace the prankster. Somehow, he doubted he would be welcome in that selection, however.
Plans for Harry's future would begin soon, however, so he swept off to his personal rooms intent on finding sleep. After all, he would be the first to house Harry's week back in time.

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[[ Harry Potter is just a dear book series that is like a friend to me. That's all. No money, nada. Ahh, but this was a fun chapter. Even going back to edit it was fun.]]
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