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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53264 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 41: Hogmanay (New Year's Eve)
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Harry stared at the box in front of him. It was the New Year's Eve, eight o'clock to be precise, and he needed to get ready to floo over to Hogwarts with his mates. Four days have passed since their visit to St. Mungo's and it had been four horribly busy days, especially considering that it was supposed to be the holidays.
The most annoying thing had probably been the paperwork he had to take care of after the incident with Ginny. Apparently, because he was the Boy-who-Lived, the Minister had wanted to make double sure that he didn't wish to press charges. Also, Headhealer Walsh had sent a therapy concept which he had to sign as the one who had basically sent Ginny to the psychiatric ward.
Hermione had been busy as well, floo'ing in and out with her parents to visit family friends and relatives. So in the end, instead of having spent many hours with his mates, best female friend and her parents, and having nice conversations in front of the fireplace with a cup of warm blood in his hands, he had barely seen them.
Ron hadn't been great company either; none of the Weasley's had been, quite honestly, but who could blame them?
But now it was New Year's Eve and they were all invited to Hogwarts and he really was looking forwards to it… only that this stupid box had lain on his bed when he had entered his room five minutes ago. Apparently, when his mates had gone out earlier that day, they had bought him a new set of robes for the evening. And it wasn't that he was unhappy about having received a present, or that he didn't like it. It just… looked so very flashy… too flashy for a simple person like him.
It was made with a nice, Bordeaux red, which had surprised him the most after opening the present box; after all, his mates did not like red as much as he did. The waistcoat was made a beautiful cream color with golden buttons which looked really nice as well. However, the coat had ruffles at the back, which fell down like a miniature train to cover his arse. It reminded him a lot of the French Rococo clothing fashions. And it was just so provocative!
He wondered if the trail had been Draco's choice, after all, if he remembered correctly from the books he had found in the blonde's room, Draco liked cute boys dressed in girly outfits. Suddenly his bad conscience woke up and he actually lifted the robe from the box. Draco was trying his best to fit into his already existing relationship with Lucius and to become a good dominant; and he could not even consider his second mate's taste. He always had wanted to appeal to Lucius, why was he so opposed about Draco? Maybe he would even look sexy in the flashy robe, and even if not, shouldn't the knowledge that Draco would like to see him in that outfit be enough to convince him to wear it? And yes, he wanted to appeal to his younger mate as well; after all, he already loved him just as much as Lucius, even though their relationship was not as stable yet.
So making up his mind, he laid the robe back down and pulled his old Weasley sweater over his head. Within thirty seconds he was completely changed, just in time to see his mates come out of the bathroom, completely groomed as well.
"You actually managed to get dressed in time?" Draco remarked and then smirked. "With the time you spent staring at the robe I thought you would not make it."
Harry wanted to say something about Malfoy's not having the right to complain about somebody else's time management when they needed to get ready, but then he noticed the blonde's eyes wandering up and down, roaming over his figure.
Heat spread outwards from his belly, especially as he noticed the heavy scent of arousal wafting over suddenly from Draco. So he had been right in assuming that he had chosen the garment. And bloody hell, he shouldn't have hesitated putting it on.
His eyes started to wander as well, taking in his second mate's slightly slimmer build, the abs he could see outlined against the blonde's crisp white dress shirt.
"Hm, you were right Draco, that outfit does look delicious on him," Lucius' voice suddenly interrupted his intense staring, making even more heat rise up in his cheeks. Flustered, he turned on his heels and said: "I am ready… so… um… I guess we better go..."
Chuckles came from behind him, and as his mates stepped up to each side of him, he could see both of them smirking. As they left the room he saw his father waiting in the hallway. The man lifted an eyebrow inquisitively, but refrained from asking any questions and just fell into step.
"I assume you have prepared the basket?" Lucius asked with a sideways glance.
Harry, having no idea what they were actually talking about, wanted to ask what basket they meant, but his father had already answered.
"Of course, it would be inappropriate to not bring one together, now where we are all family."
They walked down to the living room together, where Hermione, along with her parents were waiting. Thinking that he still would have a chance to ask later, he waved at her.
"Ron and his family have gone ahead already," she smiled in way of greeting. "I think it will be quite the big gathering."
Harry smiled in anticipation; he had always dreamed about celebrating a holiday in the traditional manner; with his family and lots of friends. However, next to him Draco muttered "The more the merrier," rather sarcastically, and he quickly threw him a warning glare. He might be the submissive in their mating bond and mostly listened to them (even happily), but that didn't mean that he would accept every stupid comment.
His father cleared his throat pointedly, probably guessing what his look had been about and quickly interrupted with n cool: "shall we?"
"Sure," Hermione smiled and offered Harry the bowl of floo powder.
"Just go ahead and my parents and I will follow after."
"But you had been down here first," Harry interjected, not feeling good about the idea of jumping the queue.
"Nonsense, Michael and I feel more comfortable knowing that we can take our time to pick ourselves up from the floor once we arrive without having to worry about other guests tripping over us," Anna laughed and waved him off.
"Okay, if it's fine with…"
"Just take them up on the offer and let us floo ahead. The earlier we arrive, the earlier we can leave this party of uncouth… 'Jesters'…" Draco huffed.
"Well, better than a party of boring, stuck up snakes," Harry shot back and pushed the bowl into Draco's face. His second mate made a face, but took a handful and left in a swirl of green sparks.
Turning around to Lucius, he saw that his other mate had lifted his trademark eyebrow. "Give him a little time. I had months to get used to the mentality of your friends. Gryffindors and Slytherins are quite different, and not every lion is as moderate in character as you are." His first dominant took the bowl of floo powder from his hands and motioned for him to go next.
Sighing, Harry nodded. "I am sorry. I need to have more patience with him. It's just… you all probably celebrated a lot of great New Year's Celebrations but for me…"
"We know... and now go. You do not want to be late for your first real New Year's celebration," Lucius said with a soft look in his eyes and a smile barely visible tugging at his lips.
Smiling back, he finally grabbed some powder, tossed it into the hearth and shouted his destination, before the familiar uncomfortable feeling of the floo ride grabbed hold of him.
Draco was there at the other end, catching him securely.
"What took you so long?" he asked, as he waved his wand to vanish the soot that had gathered on Harry's new robe.
"Just… nothing important," he smiled and took Draco's hand. There was an answering smile in Draco's eyes, and following an impulse, Harry raised himself onto his tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his second mate's cheek.
Lucius arrived behind him, but before he could turn to his other dominant, Molly had spotted him and was calling: "Oh Harry, what a lovely robe you are wearing!"
Flushing he turned in her direction, but not without seeing the smug smirk on Draco's face.
"More like pretentious" Ron muttered, but then came over to greet him with a manly pat on his back.
"Great you are finally there. Almost thought your mates wouldn't let you come," he grinned a bit awkwardly, clearly making an effort.
"I am sure they would have preferred a New Year's Ball or something, but then again, they also prefer to not have to go without sex for the whole of January," Harry smirked teasingly, making Ron flush.
Somewhere, he could hear the twins snickering, but the moment was interrupted by Dumbledore coming down a flight of stairs.
"Welcome, welcome, I wish you all a wonderful Hogmanay!" he greeted them all and to his surprise, everybody echoed that odd greeting, even his father. "It's good to see that you all were able to make it. Now, let us not waste any of this fine and joyous evening!" the old wizard waved them to follow him and disappeared up again.
"Hogmanay is the traditional New Year's Eve greeting in Scotland,
Harry exchanged a look with his two best friends, wondering where they were going, before turning around to his mates and father.
"There is an Observatorium located at the top of this tower," Lucius explained smoothly and Draco's expression changed from bored indifference to slightly interested.
"Really?" the blonde asked and Harry wondered whether Astronomy was one of his second mate's hobbies.
They climbed up the spiral staircase until they stepped into a circular room, exactly the size of the Headmaster's office, but instead of shelves filled with books, the walls were bare and made from glass, so that one almost got the feeling of floating mid-air.
Harry gaped with open mouth at his new surroundings. He almost felt as if he was flying, but instead of exhilarating, it was calming. Stars glittered above and all around him, wispy clouds covered the sky here and there, and a bright full moon illuminated the room he was standing in.
It took him some time until he was able to tear his gaze away and inspect the Observatorium. It was bare, bar one gigantic, golden telescope and a long table that reminded him oddly of the teachers table from the Great Hall.
"Please choose whatever seat you would like," Albus instructed with a broad smile, his arms spread widely.
"I assume you would like to sit close to your friends?" Draco drawled, but Harry could hear that he wasn't as annoyed about it as he once would have been.
"Well," he began, looking around "We could also sit next to Siri…"
"We will set next to your friends," his father cut him off with a sneer and pulled out a chair across from Hermione and Anne. Ron was sitting next to their bushy haired friend and Harry joined them with a smile, thinking that it probably was for the best to not force his father and godfather to spend an entire evening next to each other.
"Where are we supposed to put our New Year's baskets?" Molly's voice could be heard over the happy chatter.
"Just place it somewhere to the side for now. And thank you my dear," Albus answered and Harry turned curiously as Severus proceeded to pull something small from one of his robe pockets. With a wave of his father's wand it enlarged again, revealing that it was also a basket, similar to the one Molly was holding.
"Could you please take this along as well?" the man asked the witch, who answered "Of course, Severus," and took it with her.
"What's inside of it?" Harry asked, his curiosity finally winning.
"It is sad how little you know of our customs," Lucius frowned and his father added: "It is even sadder considering that Muggles have similar traditions and he should have at least experienced those."
"It is tradition for each family to bring a basket as present for the host of the New Year's dinner. They are traditionally filled with bread, salt, a piece of wood, flowers and one or two personal items the gift giver considers useful or appreciated by their host," Draco finally explained. "Bread symbolizes a wish for enough food in the upcoming year, salt for money and the wood for the wish that the house will always be a warm and welcoming place."
"Muggles bring coals instead of wood," Hermione chimed in, always the knowledgeable one. "But I think wood has more meaning in wizarding households, considering the fireplaces and floo network."
Within the next ten minutes, not only did his godparents arrive, but also Professors' McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and even Hagrid.
Once everyone was seated Dumbledore clapped his hands and drew everybody's attention.
"Welcome to those I have not yet greeted yet. I must say, in all my years as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I never had such a full house on New Year's Eve. Now, let us begin this evening with the delicious meal I believe Dobby and Oscar have prepared themselves."
Hermione pursed her lips.
"Please Granger, not today," Draco sneered, and to Harry's relief the food appeared before the two could start bickering about the proper treatment of House Elves.
"Thank Merlin!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah," Harry nodded, as did Lucius.
He looked up in surprise, as he noticed that instead of many bowls filled and plates with different kind of roast as was usual for the New Year's Dinner, his eyes landed on a flat, black stone that was hovering above a small, blue flame.
"Is this Wizarding Raclette?" Hermione asked, sounding curious.
"Yes, my dear," Molly answered and put a small piece of raw meat onto the heated stone, it immediately started sizzling.
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry's confused look and whispered "Also known as hot stone cooking to us normal speaking folk."
His attention was drawn once again as two goblets were placed in front of him and Lucius asked: "Would you be so kind?"
Knowing exactly what his two mates wanted, he sliced one of his wrists open with a claw and began to let his blood drop first into one, then into the other goblet.
"Dad, would you like some as well?" he asked as he had filled them both.
"If you don't mind," his father answered nonchalantly and handed his own goblet over.
"So, with whom of us would you like to start?" Draco asked with a smirk, reaching for Harry's own goblet.
"I hope you are not planning on stuffing my son up," Severus sneered warningly.
"Of course not uncle. I wouldn't like that either," his second mate replied, his nose wrinkled in distaste.
"Are vampires even able to become overweight?" Hermione asked curiously, and as Harry looked up, he saw the confused looks of her parents. However, before he could explain anything, Lucius spoke up:
"We will certainly not risk finding out. Draco, give our little submissive half a cup of your blood for now, he can have another half of mine later."
"You know, looks aren't everything," Ron butted in, apparently feeling the need to stand up for him.
"For a vampire submissive it is," Draco merely sneered in reply and started to fill Harry's goblet.
"And what about Harry's character?" Hermione's mother joined the conversation. "I mean, I have heard about your… unique nature, but even for a magical creature the character of one's partner should matter. After all, you will spend many years with each other. Even more than any human couple."
"It of course does," Lucius agreed smoothly. "But it is not the trait he will be assessed by if we ever decide to mingle amongst the Vampire Society. He will have a much easier life if he stays as beautiful as he is right now."
"That truly sounds old fashioned," Michael mused. "But I have already noticed that the wizarding world is behind in some things."
Harry winced at the man's choice of words. They wouldn't go over well, especially not with his mates. And as if on cue, Draco instantly started sneering.
"We are not behind in any way. We just admit and accept that women and submissives have a greater talent in childcare and social matters than men and dominants. We respect them for their talents, just as they respect us for our own. Especially with magical creatures; their instincts to care for a family are so strongly developed, that they would not like to do any other job. To force them into any other career would have to be considered cruel and uncaring."
Michael lifted his hands in surrender.
"I didn't mean to criticize.
"But you did," Severus replied coldly. Harry, who got the feeling that this situation was slipping out of hand, quickly decided to intervene.
"Please don't worry Mr. Granger. Our relationship… it isn't as bad as it sounds."
Unfortunately, neither Anna nor Michael looked convinced. Fortunately, Molly seemed to have listened to their conversation, because she spoke up from further down the table:
"I have to agree. Submissives are certainly no pushovers. It is just like with most women. Only because we dislike violence, doesn't mean that we don't have our methods to get what we want," she winked.
"Yeah," Harry muttered darkly. "But if that trainee from St Mungo's doesn't learn soon, I might start to..."
"What girl? Have you met a nice young witch?" His godfather suddenly joined in as well, eagerness shining on his face.
"Siri, I thought you finally accepted my mates!" Harry threw his godfather a glare.
"Of course I have," the man waved him of. "But a man can have his dreams, can't he?"
Sighing, he shook his head and returned his attention back to Hermione's parents. His bushy haired friend was just telling them: "You don't need to worry, mom, dad. I have never seen Harry as happy as he is lately," and with that, the meal continued smoothly.
He and his mates mainly watched the others fry meat and vegetable on those hot stones, while they themselves just sipped at their goblet and ate some pieces of raw meat occasionally.
"So, what was that comment about a girl earlier?" Hermione asked at some point, when the dessert had just arrived. Harry's face instantly darkened.
"When we went to St Mungo's to check on..." he cleared his throat and glanced over to Ron whose face was darkening as well, but his friend just said: "Just tell your story and don't think about it. It's New Year's Eve; we should all have fun or gossip about a stupid bint."
"Okay," he agreed and continued.
"...I think her name was Dominic or something…."
"Dominique Dubois," Draco corrected him helpfully and a little teasing smirk.
"Yeah… well... anyway, she kind of flirted with my Draco…"
Something suspiciously sounding like a suppressed snort came from the direction of his father. "Kind of flirted with Draco?" the dark man echoed mockingly. "With the version Lucius told me, she was utterly persistent and totally out of line with her seduction attempts. You know you can admit that you would have liked to rip her head off."
"Really, mate? That bad?" Ron asked, making his two mates' growl in warning.
"Ah, sorry. No offense, I am not into ars…"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, scandalized.
Harry quickly continued: "She really was annoying!" he blurted out, balling his hands into fists unconsciously. "She went on and on about Draco visiting her, because apparently her family live near the Malfoy's Manor in France. And when Lucius pointed out that they wouldn't visit France anytime soon due to his current courtship, she told us that she would be transferring to Hogwarts for her final school year anyway," he huffed in irritation.
"Well, some people just can't take a hint. But don't worry, I bet she can't compare to you. At least not if your mates' possessiveness is anything to go by," Ron pointed out between two bites of chocolate pudding.
"I have to agree with Weasley," Draco sneered. "Besides, that Healer Eric Walsh was equally annoying."
"He was," Harry agreed. "But with him we could at least be open. I couldn't do anything against that stupid girl."
"Don't worry," his second mate grinned, an evil glimmer sparking in his eyes. "You can always dress in that nice Halloween costume again, and I can snog the living daylights out of you somewhere where she can accidentally witness it."
"That's evil," Ron spluttered, but then ginned as well, and suddenly Harry had the feeling that someday Ron and Draco may not be at each other throats all the time anymore. Maybe he could be the common ground between them.
"But apart from those unfortunate meetings, can I assume your bond is doing nicely and you are happy, Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall suddenly asked from the other end of the table.
Smiling, he turned to her and nodded. "I am, and everything is going fine. I have started to sense more about my mates."
Sprout, apparently having heard the question and his reply, turned around as well. "What kind of things can you sense? I am no expert with creatures, but I once read a very interesting book and the listed possibilities there were astounding."
"Mostly strong emotions. I can also smell them."
"Like joy and sadness?" Bill joined in, placing his spoon back into his now empty pudding bowl.
"More like lust and desire," Draco smirked and Charlie snickered, however, Ron across from Harry had gone beet red and Molly let out a scandalized gasp.
"And," chimed in Fred "are those sexy blondes all hot and bothered right now?" he finished together with his twin.
"Sexy blondes? Have you two lost your marbles? And don't ask something like that, I don't want to know!" Ron exclaimed.
Annoyed by his friend's sensitivity, Harry threw him an evil smirk, let his hands slip provocatively under the table and answered: "Right now they aren't but I could change that, if you want to see?" He moved his hands onto the thigh of each of his dominants and enjoyed the greenish tint that was spreading over his friend's face.
"Hermione, stop him!" Ron groaned, but the girl only huffed. "Really, Ron, it's your own fault. What do you expect after having insulted his mates?"
"But I haven't…" the redhead denied, but Harry was distracted when Lucius leaned over to him and whispered into his ear: "Unless you want to put us all in an inappropriate situation, I suggest you move your hand somewhere else. Not that I do not enjoy your touch, but a New
Year's Dinner is not the right occasion for these activities."
Flushing slightly, he retrieved his hands quickly and let his eyes wander over the gathered group. It was quite the gathering, even Fleur was there. Said witch had caught his wandering eyes and gave him a soft smile before she asked: " 'ave you recovered from your break down, 'arry?"
Flushing even darker, Harry nodded. "Yeah, I have."
"That iz good to 'ear. I waz quite worried."
Not feeling like continuing the conversation, he leaned over to Draco, as if he was asking him something, but in truth he only grabbed his second mate's arm and snuggled into his side. Draco immediately put one arm around him and drew him even closer. Relaxing into the touch, Harry just relished the smell and closeness of both of his mates. It felt so good to have their mating bond finally completed. Two mates and a father; he really had a whole family now.
He had no idea how much time had passed when Dumbledore rose to his feet and clapped his hands to call them all to silence once more.
"Now after we have been fed and watered, I am happy to announce that I have prepared some games to keep us occupied until midnight arrives."
Across from Harry, his father groaned and shook his head with a pained expression. Lucius didn't look particularly enthusiastic either; neither did Draco for that matter. Hermione however, had straightened up in her chair and whispered: "What kind of games do wizards play on New Year's Eve? Oh, I am so excited!"
The desert bowls disappeared and a goblet of strong smelling mulled wine appeared in front of each of them.
"Who wants to start?" Albus asked, while waving his wand. A huge tomb appeared in front of him with the title: "Cassandra's Almanac of Fortune - a guide into a well prepared future".
Hermione's face had fallen and she was muttering something along the lines of "I can't believe that the Headmaster believes in this rubbish!"
"Don't take it seriously," Sirius voice boomed from where he sat further down the table. "It's a fun game, nothing more. No one takes it seriously… well, maybe Sybille, but that hack doesn't count."
"So, is it a bit like the pouring of molten lead?" Anna asked and Harry, who for once had heard of the muggle tradition before, quickly explained to the group of confused witches and wizards:
"It's a New Year's Eve tradition where muggles melt some lead over a candle and pour it into cold water. They then try to say what the shape reminds them off and then look up the meaning of it. It's a fortune telling game, but no one takes it serious."
"You could indeed compare it," Dumbledore hummed, his eyes sparkling even brighter than usual. "However, this is more like tea-leaf reading. You drink your wine in one go and then read the mixture of herbs at the bottom."
"Let me start?" Sirius suddenly called out, already throwing the content of his goblet back. Remus rolled his eyes, but the Marauder only grinned as he was finished.
"So, I see… I see… a Grimm! I think it's a Grimm!"
"Stop joking," Remus huffed and snatched the goblet away from his partner, however, a second later, his face fell.
"It really is a Grimm."
"Told you so," Sirius huffed back with a mock-affronted look on his face. "Should I be worried now? Or does it only mean I get a visit from some conspecifics?"
"I don't think you need to worry, mutt. Bad weeds grow tall," Severus sneered, before drinking down his own wine, most likely to end the stupid blabbering Harry assumed.
After an assessing look, he announced: "A herb." and then added "Albus?"
The Headmaster flicked his wand, the pages of the huge book in front of him moved and after a short look he announced: "Severus, my boy, it seems you will finally begin to heal."
His father only scoffed. "I am quite healthy and immortal to boot. What would I need healing for?"
"The soul is just as fragile as the body, maybe even more so," Albus hummed in answer, and motioned for Remus to continue.
"A circle," the werewolf announced and every eye turned expectantly to the Headmaster.
"Well, it must be a ring then… because there is nothing for 'circle'," the old wizard hummed, before reading out: "A ring is the symbol for eternal love, weddings and upcoming nuptials."
Remus' eyes softened, before they flickered over to Harry, but Harry didn't think that it would be him marrying. After all, he first needed to defeat Voldemort before he could even start to bring his relationship of Lucius and Draco out into the open.
"Can I go next?" Hermione suddenly spoke up, sounding eager again. When everybody else nodded, she drank her wine (although not as quickly as Sirius and Severus had done) and then peered into her goblet.
"Hmm… It looks like a bird of some sort… But I can't really say which one…"
"Let me see, my dear," Molly offered and took the goblet. After a few seconds she said: "I would say it is an owl. What do you think, Arthur?"
"I think you are right, Molly Wobbles," the man nodded and Dumbledore read out:
"The owl is the symbol of wisdom. People who see this bird in their leaves will gain much knowledge in the upcoming year."
A collective sound of snorts and chuckles went through the entire group and Hermione flushed bright red. "What? It's not a bad thing to further one's knowledge!" she huffed.
"No, it's not, but honestly?" Ron snickered "even I could have told you as much. We don't need herbs or tea leaves to tell that you will be spending a lot of time with your books." And with that, the redhead started to drink his own wine, before announcing. "I don't see anything besides a pile of brownish mud."
"Oh Ron, try to be a bit more creative… or just give it over," Hermione rolled her eyes and took the goblet.
"That's clearly a person on a horse!" she said after a single glance into the cup.
"A rider? Where the hell did you see a rider?" Ron muttered, but Dumbledore had already opened the correct page in his book and announced:
"You will be saved by a knight in shining armor and find your great love."
Harry quickly suppressed the snort that threatened to break free, however, Draco and the twins were not as polite.
"By Merlin's stinking socks, give my goblet back, that can't be right!" Ron protested and snatched the goblet back again.
"I think it's a snitch. That clearly isn't a rider on a horse, but a ball with wings. Professor, what does a Snitch symbolize? Will I become a famous Quidditch Player?"
This time it was Severus who snorted. "Weasley, were you ever present at one of the games where you guarded your teams Quidditch goals? Whatever the universe is trying to tell you, I can assure you that you will not become a famous Quidditch Player."
"Dad!" Harry protested and threw a glare at the dark man. "Don't be so mean!"
"I am only making sure that your friend doesn't waste his life following an impossible dream," his father sneered, clearly unrepentant.
"Mum, dad, would you like to go next?" Hermione interrupted their glaring and after a shrug, the two Grangers began to drink their wine.
"A sun. I would say it's a sun," Anna said and tilted her goblet so that everybody could see inside.
"Quite definitely," Dumbledore smiled and flipped through the Almanac. "The sun represents the end of worry and concern," he smiled gently, before turning his attention to Michael.
"A microscope, I am quite sure it's a microscope."
Harry grinned over at his bushy haired friend, as frowns grew on most of the people's faces.
"Dad, I am sure that can't be it. Remember, wizards and witches don't use microscopes. They don't even know what that is."
"Oh… well, then I have no idea…" Michael slumped in his seat and handed his goblet over to his wife and daughter.
"I think that part could be a tooth… but the thing next to it, I don't have a clue either," Anna sighed.
"Maybe I can be of assistance?" Professor McGonagall offered, holding one hand out.
"Oh sure, thank you," Anna smiled and handed the cup over without further ado.
The stern witch took a long look inside, before she sighed. "Oh dear," she said and turned to Albus, just like everybody else.
"What is it, Minerva?" the Headmaster asked, worry shining in his eyes.
"I believe the other symbol is a Martian."
"So a tooth and an unpleasant visitor?" the wizard hummed, scratching his beard, before asking: "Maybe an unpleasant patient?"
"He or she has to be especially unpleasant if the mulled wine is warning me," Michael muttered. "It is not as if a dentist isn't used to some difficult cases."
Harry and Hermione nodded in understanding, the only two people who could truly understand what the man was meaning, while the others fell silent a bit awkwardly. It definitely wasn't a nice prediction, but then again, it didn't sound that horrible either.
"So, who wants to go next?" Dumbledore asked when silence suddenly descended on them and no one immediately continued with their game.
"We will," Draco spoke up and proceeded to switch his own, Harry's and his father's goblet around.
"Draco, the bond you share with our mate will continue to strengthen over the year," Lucius announced, apparently knowing the Almanac quite well.
"And Harry, you will…" Draco started but then trailed off. "I don't think that it is necessary to read this out loud. Don't you agree, father?"
Lucius looked into the goblet with a curious expression, but in the next moment his face transformed into a blank mask. Harry's heart sank. What were they seeing in his goblet? Would he lose the battle against Voldemort? Would his plan not work out and their world be sent into an age of despair in which Muggles and Muggleborns would be hunted down, and everybody who did as much as oppose the Dark Lord in words?
Panic grabbed a hold of him and he was sure, if he had still been alive, he would be hyperventilating.
Ron, who must have noticed his predicament for once, snapped:
"Come on, spit it out. You are scaring him! It can't be that bad."
"I think we will rather…" Draco began, but Ron, clearly surprising his second dominant, because otherwise the redhead would never have succeeded, snatched the cup away from the blonde and announced.
"Two hearts. A big one and a small one. What is that supposed to be about that it is so bad you wouldn't say it out loud?"
Thinking along the same line, Harry looked up, blinking in confusion.
"It means," his father provided pointedly "blessing of child birth."
When he still continued to look confused, Lucius drew him onto his lap and explained silently: "The herbs are telling you that you will be pregnant this upcoming year. You see why Draco and I did not…."
"Oh… okay, I understand," he cut Lucius off as the familiar pain and emptiness settled once again in his gut.
A child; that really wouldn't happen. There was no way he would get pregnant, not even in the magical world, where male pregnancies were common for some creatures. But their species didn't count among them.
But remembering his father's, Fleur's, Molly's and even Hermione's words, he pushed the sadness to the side. He had two wonderful mates, soulmates; that was more than most people found in their entire life span and he was only twelve.
So clearing his throat, he looked into the goblet in front of him, which had to be Lucius' and said: "Lucius has something that looks like a goblet… or maybe a cup… it reminds me a bit of the Tri-Wizarding Tournament Cup."
"How disappointing," Lucius drawled and took the goblet from him to peer into it himself.
"Why?" Harry wondered. A cup sounded as bad as his two hearts - not bad at all in his opinion. And that his symbol saddened him was due to his personal circumstances, not the meaning it stood for.
"The cup means success. I am always successful. Each year I have raised the income of our family and added new gold to our vaults."
"Yeah… sure…" Ron muttered across from them. "Financial success, that certainly sounds disappointing."
Harry stopped listening properly at this point, as his mind still threatened to wander back into that dark abyss that was his submissive desire.
But from what he gathered, Fred and George were supposed to be successful as well. Molly gushed as she too, found the two hearts and together with Fleur (who had the same) gushed over the first grandchild that would safely arrive some time next spring. Molly also tried to (once again, apparently) talk Charlie into changing his profession, as he found a warning to be cautious of destructive fire. To her horror Professor Sprout revealed the same symbol and immediately announced that she would check the protective wards around her greenhouses the next day.
Especially funny was Professor McGonagall's finding of a butterfly, which represented transformation, Flitwick's supposedly upcoming growth spurt and Dumbledore's sock - which didn't even have a translation - but the Headmaster was sure that a sock could only mean something positive.
"Now!" Dumbledore called and clapped his hands once more. "We have only half an hour left until midnight. So let us prepare our New Year's wishes." He swung his wand and little white cards appeared in front of each of them, along with some quills and ink pots.
Harry watched as everybody began to reach out for the items, even Hermione, who, he supposed, had read about this tradition somewhere.
"What am I supposed to write on these?" he asked, picking one of the cards up and turning to his mates.
"You write down your wishes for next year and at midnight we will burn them all," Draco explained.
"You can also write down a wish for somebody else. In fact it is considered to be polite to think of another person and not only yourself," Lucius added with a slight frown on his otherwise smooth forehead.
"I can do that," Harry grinned and reached out for a quill. His mind instantly wandered to his mauled wine and his hands began to shake. He wanted so badly to write down this wish, but he should probably start to move on and deal with reality. Still, neither his mind, nor his hand wanted to move to another topic and before he could consciously decide on it, he found himself writing down:
'A baby to make our little family complete.'
After he had folded his card carefully and picked up a second one, wishes for himself and his friends and family came easier to him.
He wished for a safe delivery for Fleur, for Ron and Hermione to finally start dating, for Sirius and Remus to finally consummate their soul bond (he could smell they hadn't done so yet) and for his two mates to always be happy in their relationship.
Then Dumbledore motioned for everybody to stand up and the great table between them vanished.
Someone conjured a huge clock which began to count down the last seconds. When it reached ten, everybody suddenly began to shout out the numbers and Harry joined in with a big smile.
10
9
8
7
'So, that is how celebrating New Year's Eve is supposed to feel', Harry thought silently as he shouted along.
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1
"Happy New Year!" They all exclaimed and fireworks started to rise into the sky above and around them. He watched in awe as colorful flowers formed, shooting stars rained down on them and various magical creatures ran, flew or chased across the sky.
Two arms suddenly sneaked around his waist and he was pulled between his two dominants. As everybody around them hugged or kissed a loved one, Draco and Lucius leaned in, and before Harry knew what was happening, pressed their lips to his. The kiss was short, soft and loving, but it was the first show of love his mates had done in public and as they pulled apart again, Harry could see the devotion and desire for him gleaming in their (for once) unguarded eyes.
Heat rose inside of him and suddenly, his entire body began to tingle all over as his magic seemed to explode inside of him. He wasn't quite sure what was happening. All he knew was that he loved those two men in front of him so much that he wanted to give them everything he had and everything that he was.
He stepped closer again, pulling their faces down. A simultaneous, possessive rumble left his dominants' chests and Draco growled: "Our quarters, now."
The wishing cards were all but forgotten as he was lifted into strong arms. He couldn't even tell if it was Lucius or Draco carrying him as all his senses seemed to zero in on their unique scents, their warmth and their magic that began to intermingle as it had done the evening of their mating.
Neither did his mind realize that Ron was pulling Hermione in for a chaste kiss, or that his godfathers and even the always proper Arthur and Molly Weasley did the same, and before he knew it, he was lying down on their soft bed in the Founders Quarters.
Harry mentally prepared himself for the ravishing attack he expected, but his mates' surprised him as they started to leisurely undress in front of him, their gazes never leaving his. As perfect and beautiful as Draco and Lucius' bodies actually were, they were nothing in comparison to the tension that had built up between them.
Somehow, this felt even tenser than any wild coupling could ever possibly be, and he swallowed thickly as the two blondes lowered themselves onto the mattress and crawled over like two gigantic predators.
"So beautiful," Lucius breathed out, kissing one of his toes.
"So perfect," Draco added, lowering his lips to Harry's left shoulder.
His skin began to tingle even more violently as his mates kissed soft trails over his body while undressing him, the dual sensation quickly reducing him to a soft, moaning mess.
A hot tongue was teasing his right nipple, while another was licking a line up his loins and two pairs of hands began to caress every inch of his body. His mates may not be the most openly affectionate of people, hell, they didn't even confess their love very often, but they sure knew how to show it. What they were sharing, it was not sex, or simple fucking, it was making love. Harry could feel it and he could feel his magic reacting. It seemed to stretch out to his mates, as if wanting to pull them closer just as much as he himself wanted to.
Wantonly he let his legs fall open, making place for them to crawl in between.
"Please," he moaned, not feeling ashamed at all. "Need you."
He heard his mate's hum appreciatively.
However instead of taking him up on his offer, his mates' turned him onto his right side. He made an unhappy sound as he was unable to see Lucius anymore, but it only lasted for so long, as hot lips attached to his neck and a tongue dipped down into the plains of his collarbone.
Moaning he pushed his hips back, grinding his arse against the huge cock behind him, while simultaneously clamping his hands down around Draco's sharp hips and trying to pull him closer to elicit even more of that beautiful friction.
His mates growled, clearly getting impatient as well.
"Lucius, shall we prepare him?" He heard Draco asking, just before a finger started to probe gently at his puckered opening.
"Hmm, good question. So far our little mate likes it a little rough," Lucius chuckled.
"Just… please," Harry gasped as one of his dominants (at this point he couldn't even say which one anymore) nipped his shoulder harshly.
"I think that is a no," Draco growled and he could have sighed in relief as suddenly the heads of two thick cocks nudged his entrance. Instinctively he stretched his legs a bit farther apart and with one mighty thrust they were inside. His walls stretched eagerly to the breaking point, but not quite, and the pain he encountered was so beautiful that he exclaimed in ecstasy.
Then his mates started to move simultaneously, Draco from behind reaching quite a bit further inside, while Lucius seemed to stimulate his walls perfectly. Soon he was nothing more than a bundle of sensations, trapped between the two men he loved so much. The hands never stopped caressing and the lips never stopped kissing him, and as his peak drew nearer his heart flowed over with the wish to give these two men everything he was.
He felt his magic reach out further and connect with the two others as he finally tipped over the edge. For long seconds he could see nothing but all consuming whiteness as all his muscles tensed and then relaxed completely.
He barely noticed his mates pulling out of him and pressing him against strong chests as his magic slowly retreated back to him. The last thing he noticed, just before he fell into blissful unconsciousness, was that the warm space his magic had created finally didn't feel as empty as it had done only seconds before. And with that, he drifted off.
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Albus chuckled as he watched Remus and Sirius go back inside, looking just as smitten with each other as every other couple had done as they all, one after the other, had made their way inside. With an amused shake of his head, he wondered if someone else besides himself had sensed the strong pheromones young Harry had suddenly started to emit. At least Remus with his sharp werewolf senses should be able to, although it seemed the man had been far too affected himself to realize anything other than the animagus besides him.
It was most curious. He had never heard about vampires having this ability. Veela's and part Veela's could of course send out hormones to attract possible mates, and mated full Veela's could even influence a room in the same way Harry had done, but Harry was anything but a Veela.
Shrugging, he finally started to make his way inside. At least with Harry not being a Veela, he would not have to worry about a sudden increase in unexpected pregnancies.
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