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Just A Matter of Time	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19707 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter & Criminal Minds characters nor are we making any money on this story. We only claim the original characters. OCC and AU/Crossover -Criminal Mind/Harry Potter

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Summary - Harry is so focused on his life, changing and improving the wizarding world. Working secretly with his team, catching criminals in both magical and muggle world. Aaron spends his life caring for his son and catching bad guys as the leader of the BAU. A case takes Harry and his team from London and to the states, where their two worlds collide. A chance meeting makes both men discover that there is more to life than catching criminals.
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1. This is a BDSM story. The relationship between Harry & Aaron or even Derek & Spencer is a Dom/Sub relationship. We will not apologize for adding this element to the story. However, we do understand that there are those who do not like the idea of bondage and submission. Please know we do a considerable amount of research before we write even the smallest things. We are in contact with someone who lives a BDSM lifestyle. We strive to get it as close as possible.
2. This is a Slash, M/M romance. I do not write stories with lady bits in them.
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Chapter Five- Limitations
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They walk back to the conference room then begin updating those that were not in the viewing room. No one is shocked by the fact that a man could do such horrible things to children; to say it is disgusting is an understatement. A little while later, everyone seems to be in their own world. Neville and Blaise are steadily going over ledgers and matching them with information that was given to them by the twins. Speaking of which the twins and Garcia went back to her cave to scan more documents. Who knew the Goblins kept such good records? Thinks Harry.
An hour later, Harry throws down his pen then runs his hand through his hair, “Guys I'm knackered, if I look at these blasted ledgers anymore I will go cross-eyed.”
“I agree,” Blaise says. “Why don't we call it a night? Besides I'm famished.”
Just as Blaise finishes his statement Penelope and the twins walk into the room. Penelope goes to sit in the empty chair beside Morgan while the twins sit on either side of Draco, sandwiching him between them. Draco ignores them and continues to read the journal with interest. Fred takes the journal from Draco’s hand, “What the--” Draco says.
“Love,” Fred says, marking the page of the journal Draco is reading. While George leans closer and whispers something in Draco’s ear that turns his pale skin scarlet red. Fred then leans in on the other side of Draco, placing gentle kisses to his neck. Draco gasps and closes his eyes at the touch; he loves that his men are unashamed to in showing him such intimacy in front of others. The twins have never hidden their emotions or their affection for him.
Harry looks around the room to see the women and Spencer watching the trio. Their faces are flushed; in all the hours that Harry has been working with the team, this is the quietest he’s seen Spencer. Harry clears his throat loudly and gets the attention of the trio. Draco and the twins jump and look at Harry as if asking what? “Guys, while we are used to seeing the three of you going at it like rabbits, they,” Harry says waving his hand to the other occupants in the room. “Do not need to see your intimacy. Keep it to the bedroom while we are working.” Harry scolds.
Draco and the twins have the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry, Harry.” All three say it together. On the other side of the room Harry can hear the women speaking in hushed tones.
“That was hot,” whispers Penelope fanning herself with her hand. Prentiss nods her head in agreement.
“I think I need to go home to my husband.” Says JJ as she gets from her seat, gathers her files and leaves the room.
Neville and Blaise get up and follow JJ out the door talking about getting something to eat. Draco and the twins get up and start to gather the journals. Harry discreetly looks at Aaron to see him looking at a file with his brows creased together. Harry gets up and walks over to his lover and stands beside him and looks at the file in Aaron’s hand. Harry is not sure what Aaron is looking at. Harry does not get a chance to read the document because Aaron closes the file folder as soon as Harry gets close enough to see.
Aaron looks at over at Harry, “Is there something I can help you with?”
Wait thinks Harry did he not just see or hear me reprimand Draco and the twins for their intimacy in the workplace, what could be on his mind that has him so distracted?
Harry is about to speak, “Hey Prince, let’s go.” Says Draco. “You promised us you would be having dinner with us tonight and don't weasel your way out of it by saying you're working or some shit.” Draco continues his rant as he walks out of the room. “Next thing you know Severus will gut me for not making sure you eat something.”
Harry blushes at Draco’s words then turns to look at Aaron. “This is the second time today I have heard someone worrying about you eating, would you like to explain?” Aaron uses his Dom voice, the one that makes Harry want to drop to his knees and do anything he asks.
“It’s nothing,” Harry tells him in a white lie. “It’s just sometimes I get a little carried away with work and forget to eat. My family is just being overprotective.” Aaron gives Harry a look that says he does not believe him but does not ask him anymore questions on it. “Are we still on for tonight?” Harry asks.
“Yes,” Aaron responds. “Will our plans ruin your family dinner?”
“No,” Harry says, “I guessed you missed the little show the twins and Draco put on a few minutes ago, this will be a very quick dinner. And if I know Blaise and Neville, they will beg off to go and speak to their spouses.”
“Fine, then I need have some more paper work to do.” Aaron pauses as if he is going to add more but doesn't and Harry does not press him for more.
“Ok, meet in about two hours?”
Aaron looks at his watch, and nods his head. “Yes that will be fine, I have your cell number on file; I will send you the name of the hotel and room number. I know it would be easy to meet at your hotel but I don't want us to take the chance of being found out yet.”
“I understand, like I said earlier my family knows I'm gay but has no idea that I am in the lifestyle.”
It is like a shift happened all of a sudden when Aaron speaks next. “Do you know how bad I want to kiss you right now? I’m holding myself back.”
Harry licks his lips and watches as Aaron eyes fall to his lips. “Do you know how much I want to let you. The things you do and say to me have kept me aroused all day.” Harry says in pants.
Before Aaron can speak Draco yells his name in a very un-Malfoy manner. “Harry, let’s go!”
Aaron chuckles, saying sarcastically, “Draco seems to be in a hurry.”
“Yes, he gets like that when the twins tease him.” Harry says with a chuckle as he walks out of the conference room discreetly adjusting himself. Aaron stays behind in the conference room.
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Walking into his house, Aaron laughs as a small weight crashes into his legs. “Daddy!” He picks up his son, an easy smile on his normally stoic face. “Hi buddy. Did you have some fun today?”
Jack bounces, “I counted to forty today! I got a gold sticker from Miss Johnson! Then, me ‘n Tyler went the park. It was really fun!”
Aaron grins happily. Jack is the light of his life. “I’m so proud of you, Jack!” He hugs his little boy tight. Jack is such a bright boy and he has no doubt he will only grow more brilliant. It doesn’t hurt that to have an uncle who is a certified genius. Reid is always challenging both Jack and JJ’s son, Henry, reading to them and making up fun games that expand their knowledge and make them think.
“Will you tell Uncle Spencer for me?” Uncle Spencer always has a little treat for him when he does well in school.
“Of course I will, Jack.”
Aaron walks into the kitchen with Jack on his hip. Jess is taking a casserole dish out of the oven. Both males recognize the dish immediately. “Mac ‘n cheese!!” The pasta is Jack’s favorite and Aaron enjoys it as well. Jess’ recipe sneaks in squash, which makes it a bit healthier. Aaron sets Jack down, helping him into his chair. “Hi Jess.”
Jess smiles warmly, “Hello Aaron.” She may not have Aaron in her arms yet but at least no one else does either.
The three eat a normal family meal with Jack chattering happily and Jess and Aaron making small talk. Aaron doesn’t know what he’d do without Jess. After Haley’s death, Jess stepped up and dedicated herself to Jack. He’s grateful for her presence in Jack’s life.
By the end of supper, Jack is nodding off. Jess cleans his face with a washcloth, then Aaron lifts the half asleep child in his arms and carries him to his bed. He changes his son into pajamas and tucks him into bed. Aaron sits beside him and takes out a book. Jack is soon lulled to sleep by the sound of his father’s voice. When he is sure that Jack is asleep, Aaron eases out of bed. Kissing his forehead, he turns on the Hulk fist night light that Morgan had given Jack and tiptoes out of the room, leaving the door open a crack.
Aaron finds Jess in the kitchen, cleaning up and putting the food away. “He’s asleep.”
Jess smiles but doesn’t say anything.
“Could you stay a few more hours?”
Jess is openly curious. Aaron doesn’t often go out at night, certainly not back to the office unless he gets a call. When Aaron doesn’t offer an explanation, Jess’s curiosity grows. Where is he going? She wonders to herself. “Of course, Aaron.”
“Thanks Jess.” Aaron’s mind is already on his rendezvous with Harry. He doesn’t notice Jess’ frown when she sees the anticipation on his face. Aaron quickly gathers his supplies and departs, unaware of the jealousy he leaves in his wake.
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Aaron is nervous as he waits for Harry, more nervous than he’s been in a long time. The reason for this rendezvous may have initially been for Harry to be punished but at the moment that is the furthest thing from his mind. Aaron needs to take control of this situation and slow things down. He and Harry need to sit down and have the talk, the one they should have had at the very beginning. Looking back, Aaron cannot believe how irresponsible he’s been. He should have ensured they discussed their limits and triggers before anything happened between them. Aaron hadn’t been a good Dom and he shudders at what could have happened. Thankfully, they had been lucky and nothing bad had happened. The mere thought of what could have happened is enough to make Aaron shake. He could have hurt Harry unknowingly, could have broken him with his carelessness. Aaron cannot continue to risk harm to Harry or to himself by being ignorant.
He doesn’t regret what happened between them but he does regret failing to do everything to protect Harry. Aaron thinks worriedly, what if Harry isn’t willing to forgive me? He hopes Harry can forgive him and allow him to be a Dom worthy of him. Never again will Aaron be so reckless with Harry; tonight, if Harry is willing they will discuss their limits and triggers. Everything will come out into the open.
Harry had almost caught him looking at the contract earlier. A Dom Aaron knows had faxed him a basic contract, which he had hidden in an FBI folder. He hopes that tonight, Harry will be willing to talk to him. Once they are finished, the blank contract will be filled with their limits, triggers, and expectations.
The moment Harry is in the hotel room, Aaron locks the door and invites him to sit at the small table. Harry looks a little uncertainly at his Dom. He expected to be punished immediately but whatever is on Aaron’s mind, it isn’t punishment. Aaron takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry Harry.”
Harry tilts his head, confused. “For what?”
“The way I started this was wrong. I have failed you in the most basic manner.”
“Sir—”
He interrupts, “Aaron. Right now, we are just Aaron and Harry. Okay?”
“Okay,” Harry says, still confused.
“It was irresponsible of me not to have this conversation at our meeting. We should have had this discussion before we had done anything. Not only to protect you but me as well. As much as I wish I could, I cannot go back and change it. I had to have you the moment I saw you and I let that fervor and the fear that that I’d never get another chance overrun my good judgment. The only thing I could think of when I saw you today and realized your recklessness was to punish you and in that desire I again failed to protect you. But we are going to discuss everything as equals now: our hard and soft limits, our desires, our triggers. We need to be open and honest with each other. Is that okay with you?”
Harry ducks his head, pleased. He can tell how much Aaron regrets not discussing this earlier and how important this talk is to him. “Yes,” he agrees, confidently meeting Aaron’s eyes. Here and now, they are on equal footing.
Aaron smiles. “Good. Ready to start?”
Harry nods.
“I have a few hard limits: anything to do with scat or urine, humiliation, gunplay, blood play, and knife play. Knives are a trigger for me. A few years ago an UnSub stabbed me repeatedly; I bear the scars on chest from the attack. He almost killed me and he killed my ex-wife,” Aaron admits.
“I’m sorry, Aaron.”
Aaron’s smile is a bit pained but he knows he has to be honest.
Harry doesn’t even remember seeing the marks on Aaron’s chest. “None of those are things I’d enjoy and I am perfectly fine with avoiding all of them. Your hard limits are pretty similar to mine. No scat or urine play, no blood play, no breath play. No cages or enclosed spaces. It is a major trigger for me.” Harry looks down, not really wanting to admit his abuse but knowing he needs to. “I was forced by my relatives to live in a cupboard under the stairs for the first eleven years of my life.”
Aaron reaches across the table and lays his hand atop Harry’s. “My childhood wasn’t ideal either. My father was an abusive alcoholic. He was a horrible man. He beat my mother and my brother and me. He took pleasure in being emotionally abusive toward all of us, which is why humiliation is another trigger for me. It just brings up bad memories…”
“For me too,” Harry admits. “My relatives were not loving people, at least not toward me. They treated me like a slave. They berated me, calling me horrible names. For the first five years of my life, they called me boy. I didn’t even know my name. You cannot call me boy, even if it is affectionately said.”
“I promise I won’t, Harry. Was it ever physical or sexual?”
“Their abuse was emotional and of neglect. They hated me but they did not physically hurt me. It was never sexual,” Harry answers.
“Have you ever talked to someone about the abuse?”
Harry loves seeing the concern in Aaron’s eyes. “I have. Kingsley, my boss, made sure I was talking to a professional. All of us do. We were all young during the war and with our jobs, it would be foolish not to.”
“Good. The Bureau requires us all to see a psychologist at least a couple times a year. I confess I am not always as open as I probably should be with her but talking to her was truly beneficial after my ex-wife’s death.”
The two men quiet for a moment. Their lives are more similar than either expected.
Aaron asks, breaking the comfortable silence. “What about the pet names I have been using? Are they okay?”
Harry blushes, “I like them.”
“I’m glad,” Aaron replies smiling. “Soft limits?”
“Blindfolds.”
“Okay. What is your issue with blindfolds?”
Harry answers, “Taking away my sight makes me feel vulnerable, which might provoke my battle instincts. I have never been with a Dom that I trust enough to try it.”
“Is that something you’d like to try with me some time?”
Harry thinks about it seriously. He does trust Aaron, not just as a Dom but as a person. Aaron is a warrior in a suit. Harry doesn’t doubt that Aaron can and would protect him against any perceived threat. He is safe with Aaron. “Yes. I’d like to try it once with you.”
Aaron admits, “I’d enjoy that very much.”
“What about you? Do you have any soft limits?”
“Public sex. If I was caught having sex in public, I could lose my job. If it is important to you, we could discuss it.”
Nodding his head, Harry says, “I understand. While I have no doubt we would enjoy ourselves, having sex in public isn’t something that I need to do. I have had public sex in the past and enjoyed it but if it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to do it. I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, Aaron.” Harry looks at Aaron, jealousy written all over the Dom’s face. He ducks his face, trying to hide his smile.
Aaron shakes himself out of his jealousy. If he has his way, Harry won’t ever be with anyone else. Aaron doesn’t like the idea of anyone else being with Harry but he can’t change the past. Smiling, he answers, “Same here.” Aaron pauses before continuing, “How about we discuss some of our likes?”
“Okay. I enjoy being spanked. It relaxes me, helps me focus. Flogging. I like to be marked, whether by your mouth, your semen, your hand, or a toy. I like good pain. Orgasm control. I want to be fucked hard.”
Aaron grins, he likes all of those things…very much. “I cannot wait to do all of those things to you and more. I love binding up a Sub and fucking him. I love marking. Spanking, flogging, and whipping. Caning if you’re really good,” he adds with a wink before continuing, “cock rings and cock cages. Bringing you to the brink of orgasm over and over until you are begging me for release.”
Harry bites his lip, hearing all the things Aaron wants to do to him is making him aroused.
“Do you have any problems with those? Whipping? Bondage?”
He shakes his head hard, “No.” Licking his lips, Harry cannot get the image of a shirtless Aaron in tight leather pants with a whip in his hand out of his mind.
Aaron smirks. Harry is squirming, no doubt imagining scenarios of them together. “What about a cock cage? Would you wear a cock cage for me at work?”
Harry flushes, “Yes.”
Aaron’s grin widens. He likes that idea very much. “Is there anything else you wish to discuss?”
“No.” Harry feels secure that Aaron knows what his limits and also that he knows Aaron’s.
“The last thing we need to talk about is a contract. I suggest we have a trial contract.” As much as Aaron wants Harry to be his for always, they need to know if they can work before they can think of a more permanent relationship. “The contract can be terminated by either person at any time. The trial period will end at the end of the case, at which time we will discuss what we both want to do. If we wish, a new contract will be discussed and approved.”
By then, they will have to decide how much the relationship means to them. Aaron has a job and life here in America, and Harry has the same in England. Staying together will be a serious commitment, where one of them will have to move. It cannot be decided lightly and neither of them is ready to make that kind of commitment, at least not yet.
Harry is relieved. He and Aaron don’t know each other well yet. Harry can’t in good conscience make that kind of commitment before Aaron knows all of him, including Teddy and that magic is real. But a trial period will give them time to get to know each other and for Harry to tell Aaron that he’s a wizard. “I agree. A trial contract is perfect for us. After the case is finished, together we will decide what we want to do.”
Aaron pulls out the blank contract and begins to fill it out. Within it, he writes in all the things they had just discussed: their hard and soft limits as well as the length of the contract and the trial status of it. Once finished, Aaron hands it to Harry, who looks it over carefully. Everything in the contract is exactly as they discussed. Confident and feeling secure, Harry signs his name and passes the contract back to Aaron, who signs his name as well.
Aaron sets the contract aside and stands. Harry watches as Aaron pulls on his Dom persona like a person would a coat. It is a beautiful thing to watch.
“Strip,” Aaron barks, expecting immediate obedience.
Without hesitation, Harry quickly stands and disrobes, folding his clothing in a neat pile. He sets his messenger bag on top and sinks to his knees in front of Aaron without being told. Harry’s eyes focus on the floor in front of him as he clasps his hands behind his back.
“Do you have it?”
Harry answers, “Yes, Sir.” His head indicates the messenger bag that is lying atop his clothing.
Aaron opens the bag and studies the paper carefully. His Sub is clean. Perfect.
Unknown to Aaron, the results are faked. Harry had not been tested just before leaving to the States as the papers indicate. He’s never been tested in his life because wizards are immune to muggle sexually transmitted diseases. Of course, he can’t tell Aaron that but at least he was able to use magic to fake the results. Fake or not, Harry is clean and that is all his Dom needs to know.
Aaron takes his own results from his bag and holds it in front of Harry. Luckily, the FBI’s annual physical had been done recently. Same as Harry, Aaron is completely clean. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” Harry answers. He is thankful that he had taken a contraceptive potion before leaving England; it will last him three months. It would be very difficult to explain to his Dom that he’s pregnant. Harry knows that muggle men can’t get pregnant and since Aaron is ignorant of magic, he has no idea that it is even possible for men to get pregnant. Harry hopes that once the potion is no longer effective, he and Aaron will still be together and can talk about the possibility of having children. But that’s a thought for another day.
He puts the paper away and grabs something from his bag. Aaron holds it behind his back, not yet ready to reveal it to his Sub. He steps up to his kneeling boy, Harry’s knees touch the tips of his polished shoes. Despite his presence in front of him Harry keeps his head lowered submissively. Aaron grins, pleased and proud. “Little One, look at me.”
Harry tilts his head back to meet his Dom’s eyes.
“What did I tell you this morning?”
He knows exactly what Aaron is referring to. Even if he hadn’t, the pointed looks his Dom is giving the marks on his face make it obvious enough. Harry squirms, feeling guilty. He has disappointed his Dom again.
Aaron fists his Sub’s hair tightly, yanking his head back and demanding forcefully, “What. Did. I. Tell. You?”
Harry whines softly but answers obediently, “That no one could mark my skin but you. To protect what’s yours.”
“And did you do as I asked?”
Meekly he replies, “No, Sir.”
Touching the marks on his face, “No, you didn’t. A mere few hours later and you had already disobeyed me. Did you not remember your punishment from earlier?”
Harry shivers. He swears the skin of his arse heats. “I am sorry, Sir.” Harry offers no excuses; he has a feeling it would only infuriate his Dom further. If he wants to get fucked tonight or be able to move tomorrow, Harry knows he has to keep his mouth shut and accept any punishment his Dom deems appropriate.
“I am sure you are,” Aaron drawls. “But repentant or not, you still disobeyed me and you must be punished.”
“I willingly accept any punishment you choose, Sir.”
Aaron releases his grip on Harry’s hair, allowing his head to drop. He moves his left hand from behind his back. Aaron loosens his hold and the rope dangles freely from his hand, the ends dropping to the floor. He watches as his Sub, a delicate shiver runs through him at the sight of the rope. “Stand up.” Harry rises without a word.
“You will obey my every command immediately.”
Harry nods, “Yes, Sir.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Jade, Sir,” he says with a faint smile. His Dom always reminds him of his safe word.
“Good boy.” Aaron guides his Sub’s arms into position. Harry’s arms are at his sides, bent at the elbows to allow his wrists to cross at the small of his back. Aaron carefully starts winding the rope around his Sub’s arms and chest, tying them in elaborate knots. Harry breathes slowly as his Dom binds him; the deliberate care and confident manner makes him feel safe and protected despite the restriction. There is no other Dom he would allow to have such control over him. With his arms bound, Harry is helpless to defend himself but in the presence of Aaron, he doesn’t fear. Mere minutes later, Harry’s arms are firmly tied with elaborate knots, unable to move as much as a millimeter.
Aaron stands back and admires his handiwork. “Gorgeous.” He has made a beautiful pattern with the rope; it crisscrosses and knots across his Sub’s back, shoulder, neck, and arms. Restrictive but not painful, binding but artistic. Aaron circles around Harry, checking every inch of the rope to ensure it is safe. Harry trembles under his gaze and the soft touches as his Dom inspects the rope binding him. Aaron grins as he trails his fingers down his stomach and over his Sub’s leaking cock. “Like that do you, Pretty?”
Harry moans, “God, yes! Sir!” He has never been tied up like this before, with such care and deliberation, with fucking artistry. It hits a button Harry wasn’t even aware he had.
Aaron chuckles darkly; he can see the surprise on his Sub’s face. Harry clearly did not expect to feel such pleasure simply from being tied up. Aaron goes back to his bag and takes out a cock ring, snapping it on. He vows, “You will not come without my permission. This is about your punishment, not your pleasure. I cannot allow you to be reckless with yourself, you belong to me and you will take care of what is mine.” Harry wants to slump in defeat; he knows this will not be the last time he’s punished for being reckless and allowing himself to come to harm. As his father often tells him, he’s a reckless Gryffindor through and through. Aaron helps Harry stand and walks him over to a corner. “You will stand here and think about what you’ve done until I say otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Harry answers. As Aaron had anticipated, Harry’s mind is filled with guilt and sorrow at displeasing his Dom. His erection withers and Harry feels the heaviness of Aaron’s disappointment as if it is a literal weight. He feels an ache in his chest at failing his Dom. Harry stands there for what seems like forever before he hears Aaron approaching.
“Have you learned your lesson, Little One?”
Harry hangs his head, his voice full of remorse, “Yes, Sir.”
Aaron turns his Sub around, lifting his chin so their eyes can meet. Those brilliant green eyes are filled with genuine guilt and regret. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Aaron rubs his thumb across Harry’s bottom lip. “I know you are.” Aaron kisses Harry sweetly. “Are you going to be more careful from now on?”
Harry doesn’t want to lie. His job combined with his tendency to jump into things often gets him in trouble and/or hurt. “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
His face hardens, “The next time this happens, your punishment will be more severe.”
Biting his lip, Harry answers softly, “Yes, Sir.”
Aaron is willing to give Harry the benefit of the doubt this time. The altercation only resulted in very minor abrasions and he knows Harry didn’t seek the fight out. The purpose of this punishment is more of a reminder than a true punishment. Smiling, Aaron says, “Since you did so well, how about a reward?”
“If you wish, Sir.”
Aaron laughs, “Oh, I wish. I wish to blindfold you. Do you consent?”
Harry thinks it over. “Yes, Sir.”
Aaron leads Harry over the bed, bending him at the waist and easing his upper body onto the bed. Aaron ensures that Harry is comfortable before going over to his bag and pulling out a sturdy wooden spoon and a blindfold. He sets the spoon on the bed beside Harry. The Dom meets Harry’s eyes until the cloth covers those beautiful green eyes, effectively blinding him. Aaron caresses his Sub’s bare cheeks, enjoying the shiver that runs through Harry. “Are you ready for your punishment, My Own?” the playful note in his voice ensures Harry knows this is a fun punishment.
“Yes, Sir.”
A second later, SMACK! The wooden spoon meets the bare skin of Harry’s arse. “Ah!” He bites his lip, trying to stifle his cry. CRACK! CRACK! The pain is white hot but oh so sweet. Again Harry floats into his subspace with ease. Harry moans lustfully with each stroke as his arse and the backs of his thighs are reddened. The euphoric high only serves to sharpen the pain of each strike and Harry is aware of nothing but the sweet hot pain of the wooden spoon hitting his bare skin, the constriction of the rope and the burning desire to cum. His cock throbs harder, leaking endlessly with every hit. “Oh, please! Please, Sir!”
“Please, what?”
“Pleasesirmayicome?!” Harry begs, his words slurring together.
“Who can mark your skin?”
“You. Only you!”
Satisfied by Harry’s answer, Aaron releases the cock ring and brings the spoon down for one last stroke. “Come.”
Harry whines, shoving his face into the bedspread as his cums all over the edge of the bed.
Aaron rubs his hands soothingly over the reddened skin. His Sub will be feeling this tomorrow. Harry mewls softly at the touch but otherwise doesn’t react. He lies limp and languid, still firmly in his drugged haze. Aaron goes back to his bag, storing the spoon and grabbing the lube. The blindfold limiting his senses only serves to spark him to fall deeper in subspace. Harry is barely aware when he hears the sound of Aaron’s zipper being pulled down. His ears twitch as he floats, listening for sounds of clothing being stripped from his Dom’s body but he hears nothing. A click echoes in the room. Aaron has opened lube. Then wet sounds as his Dom slicks himself up. Moments later, he can hear Aaron approaching the bed. Harry can feel the heavy weight of his Dom’s stare on his marked arse. He holds his breath, waiting. The first touch of Aaron’s strong fingers on his arse makes Harry sigh.
Aaron kneels down and spreads his Sub’s cheeks, just breathing on tight bud. Harry pants in anticipation, ever eager for the touch of his Dom. Aaron flattens his tongue, dragging his moist tongue across the quivering pink bud. Harry shudders as his Dom laps and licks at his hole. Aaron’s fingers press deliberately against the sore red marks on his Sub’s cheeks. Aaron hums happily at his Sub’s musky taste, wanting to drown himself in the taste. Harry mewls weakly as his Dom’s tongue penetrates him. The pointed tip stabs into him, fucking in and out of him slowly. It is wet and sloppy and makes Harry shake with pleasure. “Sir, oh Sir! P—please!” Aaron smiles against his Sub’s ass; he licks delicately at Harry’s hole. One last lick and he murmurs his permission into his Sub’s skin. Aaron fucks him with his tongue, plunging deep until Harry falls apart. Harry’s eyes roll back as he explodes under his Dom’s talented tongue.
Aaron stands up, nudging the barely loosen bud with the head of his cock teasingly. Harry wants nothing more than to be fucked. “Please! Take me, Sir.” Harry goes pliant as Aaron starts slowly pushing inside him. He whimpers as Aaron’s dick forces his body to stretch around the invading length. The burning, painful stretch sparks a bolt of pleasure to shoot through his body. His Dom stills when he bottoms out. The material of Aaron’s pants feels rough against his reddened skin, his Dom’s tie swings as he leans toward Harry and he can feel it brushing against his palms. Harry’s cock twitches; just as he thought, Aaron is fully clothed. The Sub can’t help but tighten his muscles around Aaron, shivering in delight. Being completely naked and elaborately tied up for his fully clothed Dom is both freeing and arousing. Harry wants nothing more than to be owned by Aaron; his pleasure is secondary.
Aaron gives his Sub a few moments to adjust before easing out and plunging deep. He holds Harry’s hips, keeping him in place as he fucks him deep and without mercy. He wants his Sub to remember this, to feel the deep ache of his possession for days. Harry keens quietly as his Dom snaps his hips forward, over and over. Aaron moans as he sheathes himself inside his Sub’s delicious heat. He isn’t going to last long. Harry looks gorgeous all tied up with his ass red, and writhing on his cock, begging for more. “Oh, please, please, please!” Aaron grip tightens and he pulls Harry back as he slams inside him. “Fuck!” Harry cries. Plunging deep, Aaron paints Harry’s insides with his cum. He growls, “Mine!” Harry’s tired cock spurts one last time the moment he feels his Dom’s hot cum flooding his insides. “Yours,” he murmurs softly.
With a twinge of regret, Aaron forces himself to pull away. His Sub whines in protest, squeezing his passage tighter in an effort to keep him inside. “Shh, My Own,” he croons as he pulls free, petting his bottom soothingly. Aaron helps a very shaky Harry stand, holding his steady until he can stand on his own. “I am going to untie you now.” Harry looks conflicted, unsure whether he wants to remain tied or be free from the restraints. With quick and sure movements, Aaron carefully unties the elaborate knots, coiling the rope up neatly. Looking over his Sub, he notices compression marks but no other visible wounds from the rope. Harry moves his fingers, hands, and arms; it feels weird to have such freedom of movement after being tied so securely. His Dom runs his hands across his shoulders, down his arms to his fingers. Aaron’s fingers gently press against the skin, inspecting every inch for injuries. Satisfied, Aaron gives Harry a sweet kiss filled with love and adoration.
Aaron leads Harry to the bed, helping him lie down. The Dom dashes to his bag, grabbing water and a protein bar. Climbing into the bed, Aaron welcomes Harry’s clingy embrace. He pets his hair soothingly, supporting his head and encouraging him to drink. “You were so good for me. My perfect little Sub.” Aaron continues to whisper endearments, petting and caressing Harry. He coaxes his Sub to nibble on the bar and to finish the bottle of water. Harry basks in the care, feeling warm, secure, and loved. The tender aftercare eases Harry safety out of his subspace.
Aaron doesn’t know how or why but he has come to care so deeply for Harry in far too short a time. He wants to hold his Sub, to keep him safe, to love him. Despite their brief time together, he feels a burning desire to introduce Harry to his son. Aaron cannot imagine his life without Harry in it. He wants Harry to wear his collar, to be his perfect Sub for always. Their future may be uncertain, their time brief but he will fight to keep Harry. He kisses Harry a bit desperately at the thought. Whatever it takes, Aaron will do.
Harry is similarly lost in his own thoughts. He has never felt this infinitely free before. Harry fought for control with every other Dom he’d been with. He could not let go of his control and trust them. But Aaron is different. Twice now, Harry has gone into his subspace effortlessly. That has never happened so easily before. From almost the moment they met, Harry has trusted him. It is as if his own magic had reached out and found its sanctuary the instant it touched Aaron’s soul. Harry does not want to ever live without that, without Aaron. Harry doesn’t know how yet but somehow he and Aaron will stay together. He doubts he will ever find a more perfect Dom. Despite their lives being in different countries, Harry is hopeful that together they will find a way. He wants Aaron to meet Teddy, for them to raise him together.
“How do you feel, Harry?”
Smiling contently, “Really good, Sir. Thank you.”
Aaron wants nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with Harry in his arms but he knows Jess is waiting at his house for him. He eases back and cups Harry’s face, pecking his beautiful pink lips. “I have to go, Pretty. I wish I could stay and hold you all night but I can’t.”
Harry stares into his Dom’s soulful brown eyes; he wants to pout but the regret in his eyes is obvious. His Dom wants to stay just as much as Harry wants him to. Even knowing this, Harry does pout a little bit. Aaron watches the little pout form on his Sub’s face, it is adorable. “I wish you could stay too, Sir,” Harry admits. Aaron kisses his pouting lips until they glide eagerly across his own. Forgetting his pouting, Harry hums blissfully into the kiss. The Dom’s lips curve at Harry’s easy affection. His tongue sneaks out to taste his Sub, powerless to deny the urge. Harry moans, clinging to Aaron, slotting his mouth perfectly against his Dom’s. Contrary to Aaron’s wants, he slowly gentles the kiss. “I’m sorry, Beautiful but I really do have to leave.”
Harry’s pout is more pronounced this time. Aaron pecks his lips twice more, vowing “I will see you tomorrow.” Harry hunches dejectedly. Aaron hooks a finger under his chin, lifting those beautiful green eyes to his.
“How about I call you to say goodnight before I go to sleep? Would you like that?” Aaron asks, caressing his Sub’s soft cheek. He’ll be able to sleep better if he knows that Harry is okay.
Harry beams, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot, Sir.”
Aaron smiles, kisses his Sub one last time. He gathers his things, says a quick goodbye and leaves.
Aaron drives home, his lips curved in a tender smile. Jess is on the couch in the living room when he gets home. “Hey Jess.” Hotch drops his briefcase and bag onto the floor, not noticing Jessica’s adoring gaze following his every move. “Jack still asleep? He hasn’t woken up has he?”
“Not a peep out of him.” Jess sighs quietly, in the years since Haley’s death Aaron still hasn’t truly seen her. She isn’t giving up though. One day Aaron will look at her and see how much she loves him. Jess loves him better and is better for him than Haley ever was; Aaron will see. They will be a family, the perfect family. Her and Aaron and Jack.
Aaron is completely oblivious to her feelings. If he knew about them, he would have let her down gently long ago. Aaron isn’t attracted to her, never has been and never will be. She is Jack’s aunt, a caring woman that is as devoted to Jack as he is. She will never be more than that to him.
Aaron thanks her sincerely and sends her off; missing the longing look she shoots at his back. He has already forgotten her as he climbs the stairs to his son’s room. Aaron opens the door and approaches his son’s bed. He pets his sleeping son, leans down and gives him another kiss. “Goodnight Jack. I love you.” Aaron tiptoes quietly out of the room. He retrieves his bag and briefcase, putting them in his office. Aaron strips and steps into the shower. He has a few hours to relax before going to bed. Aaron grins, anticipating that the last thing he’ll hear before he goes to sleep will be Harry’s voice.
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A week later finds all the PACU members in the conference room with Penelope and Spencer. Spencer is going over a journal with Draco but asking a bunch of questions that Draco keeps on trying to ignore. While Penelope cannot understand how the twins’ database has access to every agency known to man without needing to enter through a back door. Using the information they received from the interrogations of Nott’s accomplices, Fred, George and Penelope are currently searching through every aspect of their financial records and any properties they have.
None of the accomplices have anything new to tell them; they have no idea what or why Nott is in the states, the only thing they know is that Theo wanted to get Voldie’s old crew together. After the war the Aurors only rounded up the major players that were still alive, leaving the low level Death Eaters free to escape. How wrong they were. Burke and his penchant for children and the other three are just as bad. Harry and Draco questioned Tali Kearns while Aaron and Blaise questioned Jacob Krios and Morgan and Neville spoke with Benjamin Cowlson.
Miss Tali Kearns, her pretty name in no way fits her looks, in Harry’s opinion she is one ugly witch in both appearance and personality. To Harry she reminds him of Umbridge and Merope Gaunt put together. Harry shudders at the thought. Because no one would willingly marry her, Tali would feed wealthy muggles love potions, causing them to fall in love with her then marry her. Here is where is gets strange: each man died of “natural causes” their bodies were cremated or so the families were told. Instead Tali Kearns would would peel the skin from their bodies and use them to make furniture which she would then sell to other influential muggles as antiques.
According to Miss. Kearns, Nott came to her a couple of months ago and threatened to tell the Aurors what she was up to if she did not help him. She did not know how he knew what she was doing but she could not chance going to Azkaban. When asked if she knows where Nott could be hiding, she tells them no. When Harry and Draco are about to leave Kearns’ hospital room she tells them something else that confirms their thoughts. Because there were three people to interview, they split up into teams of two. Harry and Draco teamed up while Aaron went with Blaise and Morgan went with Neville.
Flashback
“I don’t know what it is that you and Heir Malfoy did to him, Potter.” Kearns says with a curl of her lips at Harry’s name. “But he is coming for you...” she look from Draco to Harry “both.”
“What would give you that indication?” Draco asks her.
Kearns chuckles, her laugh is as ugly as her face. With all the wealth she acquired by marrying muggles, a person would have thought she would have gotten plastic surgery. “Because” Kearns says breaking Harry from his thoughts, “whenever your names are mentioned he either gets a glassy look in his eyes or mumbles angrily under his breath. Funny, I don’t know if wants to fuck you or kill you.”
Draco and Harry have the same expression; they both shiver with disgust at the thought of Nott touching them.
“Do you have anything else of importance to tell us?” Harry asks.
“No half-blood, I have nothing more to tell you and this traitor. How Lucius could have betrayed our Lord by taking you and not killing you I will never know. If it was me, I would have killed you a long time ago. You brought shame upon us Potter, you killed the greatest wizard known to man.”
“Voldemort,” Harry says, sneering at the name and watching as Kearns still jumps at the mention of Voldemort's name. “Was nothing but a half-blood like me. Then again I am more of a pure blood now than he ever was, since I was blood adopted by Severus in addition to my father being a pure blood. And yet you still followed a maniacal man who saw you and the other idiots that followed him as fools and brought nothing but shame to the wizarding world.” With that Harry turns around with his robes billowing in a dramatic manner worthy of being the son of Severus Snape.
When Harry exits the room he sees Morgan standing on the other side of the room with a confused look on his face. Harry is not sure if Morgan heard the reference about the Wizarding world. However, by the look on his face it would seem that Morgan is trying to figure out something, as if he knows something is not right. Harry has to test the waters.
"Are you alright, Derek?”
Shaking his head to dispel his thoughts, “Yeah, yeah, just thinking about something. Do you ever have the feeling like you know that there is something you are supposed to remember but the moment you try to remember you lose it?” Derek asks his brows creased.
“Sometimes,” Harry says “but I blame it on the job.” Harry chuckles. Derek smiles shaking his head.
“Yeah that is true, this job has a way of making you want to forget things.”
Maybe Harry was being paranoid and Derek did not hear anything, but he could not ignore the strangest feeling that Derek’s mind is strong enough to fight the obliviation charm.
End flashback
Harry’s mind is brought back to the present. He looks around the room and comes to the realization that is it time to tell Spencer and Penelope about magic. Spencer has shown a lot of interest in Nott’s journals, asking Draco a lot of questions he’s been unable to answer. Apparently, Nott has been developing spells and curses and recorded them in his journals. A few days ago the twins asked if she could be included, even though they are computer geniuses they still rely on magic to do what computers cannot do. After much discussion and reasoning why Penelope should be included, it was decided that they will tell both Penelope and Spencer about magic. Each team member is busy doing something in regards to the case. Blaise is responsible for writing up the daily report to brief Erin. Neville is organizing the case files by date and time to see if Nott is choosing a specific moment in time to kill each victim's.
Harry for his part is putting together the evidence he needs to send to the American and British Ministry on the interrogation of their prisoners. He stresses in his report that everything that happened during the interrogation was within the legal guidelines; no torture was employed. He emphasizes that nothing they did could account for the suddenness of Burke’s death.
Most of the BAU team are huddled in the bullpen looking over whatever evidence they had and comparing it to the evidence the PACU team members has. Harry looks up catching Draco’s eye, telling him now is a good time. Getting the message Draco begins.
Setting his pen down and stretching, “You know Spencer, I was wondering how you came up the idea of your book?”
“Funny you should ask,” Spencer says as he sets his own pen down and turns to Draco. “In our line of work you see a lot of interesting cases. The human psyche can be a fascinating thing. The paramount question is what turns a person into a killer?” Neither Spencer nor Penelope, thanks to the twins and Draco keeping them busy, notice that Blaise gets up to close the door to the conference room or that Neville closes the blinds from prying eyes. “As profilers, we can conclude from our research that a neglected or abused childhood without therapeutic intervention can be a significant contributing factor to a person becoming a killer. But abuse does not guarantee that a person will become a killer; it is not the sole, defining factor in a person becoming a murderer. If that was true then all abuse victims would killers and all people that kill would be abuse victims but that is not the case.”
On and on Spencer goes, not once does Draco interrupt him but why would he? He seems just as interested in whatever it is the guy is saying. Harry thinks to himself. If I did not want to speak with Dr. Reid I would have snuck out long ago. Harry is not sure how they knew but Blaise and Neville obviously suspected that Draco striking up a conversation about Spencer's book is a subterfuge because they stay in the room.  From the look on the others’ faces, they also think the conversation is like watching paint dry, boring. Harry chuckles at his thoughts.
“Spencer,” Draco finally interrupts to Harry’s relief. “From listening to you, I know that you are a man of science,” Spencer nods his head, “but what about the possibility of a whole other aspect of things that cannot be explained?”
“What other things could there be?” Ask Spencer. His eyebrows crease as he thinks hard on the question.
“How about the concept that killers are born and not made?” Says Draco. “That we are all born with something different within us.” Spencer does not interrupt but shows interest in what Draco has to say. “For instance what if I told you that I believe the wizards and witches are real and not made up like in the fairy tales?”
Spencer wastes no time in answering the question, “It was a widespread belief that witches caused men to kill. It was the reason for the Salem witch trials back in 1692. They supposedly seduced men into doing their bidding.” Spencer states.
“What do you believe Spencer?” Harry asks him before he can continue with another thesis.
“I believe the Salem witch trials are a perfect example of mass hysteria, and mass murder. Fear drives some to kill and to seek revenge. I do not believe that people are natural born killers.”
Harry sighs, he should have expected that. “What about magic? Do you believe there is true magic in the world?”
Spencer’s expression turns thoughtful, a good sign that the genius might be open to the possibility. At least he didn’t dismiss the idea as completely ridiculous. “Anything is possible, I suppose. Science can’t explain everything, not yet at least. Consider the ocean floors. We know more about the surface of the moon than we do about Earth’s ocean floors! Science discovers new things all the time! Think of all the animals no human eye has ever seen!”
“Spencer, Spencer!” Harry interrupts.
“Oh, sorry. I get carried away, back to your query. I guess the idea that magic exists of magic is a possibility. I’ve never seen anything that I would deem magical nor has science. Of course, science would say that the lack of proof is proof that magic isn’t real but I can’t say for certain that it doesn’t exist. Almost anything is possible.” Spencer answers a bit unsure where this is going.
Draco then looks at Penelope, during this whole time she has been so quiet a person could almost forget she is there. “And what about you my dear Penelope? You have been very quiet while Spencer prattles on, do you view everything in terms of technology or do you believe in the unknown or the unexplained?”
Penelope is quiet for a minute, “I have never been one to think that we are the only ones in the universe, I believe that there are things we are not able to understand and see. Some people are born geniuses and some are born with talents to do great things.” She tells her captive audience. “Just as some of our UnSubs are born with no moral compass; they have to be to be able to do the things they do.”
“What about magic?” Harry asks again as he tries to get to what they really need to talk about.
“What do you mean?” Spencer asks confused.
“What if we told you that magic existed? That witches and wizards are real but that history and even today’s societies are wrong about them? That witches and wizards are human beings with feelings just like everyone else, only that they have magic running through their veins?” Blaise asks him, seeing exactly where this conversation is going.
“Or that dragons and giants are real?” The twins pipe in beside Penelope.
At the mention of dragons, Penelope’s eyes widen with fascination. While Spencer sits still looking around the room at the men he met not even two weeks ago and staring at them as if they lost their minds in more ways than one. “I-I-I don’t really know how to answer that.” Spencer stops speaking for a second. “Are you saying that magic is real? Actual, genuine magic? Or are you talking about the type of magicians you see in Las Vegas? Those kind of witches and wizards?”
“And dragons: real, fire breathing, J.R.R. Tolkien Smaug dragons?” Penelope asks in wonder.
“Smaug is actually a very nice dragon and very protective of our Harry here.” Neville says to the two BAU members. “She treats him like one of her hatchlings and she couldn’t care less for gold. Tolkien was what we call a squib and wrote those books on our world as fiction.”
“Bloody dragon keeps burning my favorite jeans every time I visit.” Harry grumbles.
Draco laughs, “Then maybe you should stop wearing your favorite jeans when you go to see her.”
Both Spencer and Penelope continue to stare at the men in the room as if they have lost their minds. Penelope for her part cannot get over the fact that dragons might actually exist while Spencer wonders if he stepped into an episode of the Twilight Zone without realizing it.
“And to answer your question Spencer, the kind of witches and wizards we are talking about carry what we call a wand, brew potions, live in a world that no one knows about, and study the teachings of Father Magic himself, Merlin.” Neville explains. “Not the hags you read about in those children’s bedtime fairy tales Draco mentioned.”
“Merlin,” Spencer says sounding amazed that they are even having this conversation. “Merlin is one of the most fascinating figures in the Welsh literature and the Arthurian legend. Merlin is a man of mystery and magic; contradiction and controversy surrounded his life.”
Feeling more like himself Spencer continues. “Merlin wore many hats: he was a wizard or sorcerer, a prophet, a bard, an adviser and a tutor. He appeared as a young boy with no father. Some viewed him as an old, wise man, freely giving his wisdom to four successive British kings. He was doddering old fool, a man who couldn't control his lust over beautiful women, a man who others feared and felt contempt for. He even appeared as a madman after bloody battle, who had fled into the forest and learned how to talk to the animals, where he became known as the Wild Man of the Woods. Merlin was the last of the druid, the Celtic shaman, priest of nature, and keeper of knowledge, particularly of the arcane secrets.”
This guy is a walking, talking encyclopedia thinks Neville. He reminds me of Hermione.
“Merlin was much more than that, he was a great wizard. And all those things you mentioned are true. Merlin did help King Arthur but historians don’t know everything and they’ve left things out. For instance Merlin and Arthur were lovers. Arthur was not besotted with Guinevere as historians believe. She was a vengeful bitch who conspired with Arthur’s enemies to steal the throne. Lancelot was Arthur’s stepbrother and he later married Morgana and had a flock of children. Many believe that their bloodline no longer exists but they’re wrong. Their bloodline still lives on today. Without both Merlin and Morgana, Arthur would have lost his throne.” Draco tells him.
“Morgana-Morgana Le Fay?”
“Yes,” Harry answers, “that Morgana. Historians view her as an evil woman whose sole purpose was to kill Arthur. But the truth is Morgana and Arthur were the best of friends.”
Spencer gets up from his chair and starts pacing around the room, trying to absorb all they have said. He stops and looks at the men in the room. “Why are you telling us all of this?” Spencer says pointing to himself and Penelope. He knows there must be a reason and an important one at that. No one would bring up the possibility of magic to him, a scientist to the core, without a very good reason. They need him to believe magic is real but Spencer doesn’t know why.
“Does this have something to do with the case?” His tone indicates that it more of a statement than a true question. He thinks of the weird writings in Nott’s journals, a strange combination of Latin and hand motions with baffling notes describing what they will do to people and often labeled spell or curse. Spencer thought Nott was just crazy but could those writings mean something else? There is no doubt in his mind they are telling he and Penelope because of the case.
“It has everything to do with this case Spencer. What we are about to tell you requires a vow of secrecy from both of you. You cannot tell anyone, not even Derek.” Harry says looking at both Penelope and Spencer. These two are extremely close to Derek, Harry and the rest of his team agreed that they are not ready for the whole BAU team to know about magic yet. Telling Spencer and Penelope is enough for now. “We have permission from our government to reveal our world to you and the rest of your team. However, we want to keep our world secret as much as possible.” Harry explains.
Draco continues, “We feel that we can trust you two to keep what we say to yourselves until we are ready to tell everyone else.” Draco puts on his Malfoy mask, the one Harry has seen him slip on many times before when he either kills or interrogates a person. “Can you do that, Spencer, Penelope? Promise to keep what we tell you a secret? From everyone?”
Spencer scans all their faces. They are all absolutely serious. Spencer admittedly hates secrets but acknowledges that if they are going to tell him what he thinks they are, he understands why they would need his word. “Do you know what you are saying, what you are asking from us? I promised Derek I would never keep secrets from him and you are asking me to go against that.”
“We know what we are asking, trust me.” Harry says thinking about his own relationship with Aaron.
“I won’t tell them” Penelope says. “I will keep your secret.” Spencer turns and looks at her.
“Garcia, think about this! You can’t be sure they are even telling you the truth about the existence of magic. For all you know they could be in league with Nott and this is their way to throw us off their scent, they knew him for goodness sake.”
“Think about it Spence, since the moment they came here I felt something different about them. You are a profiler, you must have felt it too. They are as young as you are. Not that there is anything wrong with that.” Penelope says then turns to the twins beside her. “You both did something to my cave didn’t you? When I told you there was not enough room for you guys to set up shop you did not look concerned. I left for a few minutes and when I came back your equipment was neatly set up and somehow there was enough room for all of us to move around.”
The twins smile at her, “We knew you were as smart as you looked Penny girl. Yes, we used magic to expand your cave just a bit, we can always change it back when we leave if you like?” They ask together.
“No, I like it the way it is, thanks.” She smiles at them. She looks back at Spencer, “I believe they are who they say they are Spence. Stop looking at everything with that genius brain of yours and use your gut. Besides, who in their right mind would lie about dragons?” She squeals.
Everyone is silent as Spencer thinks on what has been said, Harry hopes he will not have to obliviate Spencer; he really likes the guy and in introspect he feels bad for rushing the guy as he decides whether or not to keep secrets from his lover. “I promise,” he answers sincerely breaking the silence. “You better pray that when and if you tell the rest of the team that Derek doesn't end our relationship because I kept this secret from him.”
Harry looks relieved, he hadn't been sure Spencer would be willing to listen and to keep their secret. “I think he will be more upset with us for removing his memory than the fact of you keeping one tiny secret.”
“I promise, too. I won't even post anything online about it...even though dragons are real and how awesome is that?!” Penelope gushes.
The others smile at Pen’s enthusiasm. She is adorable in her excitement.
Harry is sure the others feel the chill of magic in the room after Spencer and Penelope promise to keep their world a secret. Penelope shivers and rubs her arms from the chill and Spencer starts to rub his hands together. The PACU team members are so used to magic they do not flinch.
“Wait, what the hell do you mean? You messed with Derek’s memory?” Spencer yells. To see the calm genius get angry is a bit funny and admittedly a little cute to Harry.
“That is a different subject for another time, as we said magic is real. There are real witches and wizards out there that have magic at their fingertips. All of us are wizards, Spencer.”
They can all see the doubt and anger swirling in Spencer’s eyes, clearly he isn’t going to forget the comment about Derek’s mind being erased even if he drops it for now. Penelope on the other hand is obviously intrigued, her eyes are lit with curiosity and excitement.
“We must warn you both that when you promised to keep this a secret you entered into a vow of sorts and to break that vow can be deadly. The chill you felt a few minutes ago was magic accepting your vow of silence. If we decide to reveal who we are to the rest of your team you can speak with them and us alone. Is that understood?” Spencer and Penelope nod their heads in understanding. “We aren’t asking you to believe without proof. You are a scientist Spencer, faith isn’t easy. But perhaps seeing truly is believing, at least for a scientist,” Draco declares.
Spencer’s interest along with curiosity is apparent on his face. Both Spencer and Penelope stand up from their seats as Draco takes out a wooden stick from his right sleeve. “This is a wand. We use them to focus our magic.” The wizards in the room watch as the muggles’ eyes follow Draco’s every movement. Draco waves his wand as he speaks, “Wingardium leviosa” and the pencil floats in front of Spencer’s eyes which widen at the act of magic. Penelope squeals and claps her hands like a little girl at her first magic show. Spencer waves his hand all around the pencil but feels nothing but air. “How?” he asks in disbelief. “There has to be some kind of science to this...” Spencer wonders out loud.
“I can understand why you would think that Spencer, but this is the way we were born just as you were born with a big brain.” Blaise figures Spencer could use another demonstration and he takes out his own wand. “Watch. Accio Spencer’s messenger bag.” Spencer’s bag amazingly flies from its position in the corner on the floor to Blaise’s outstretched hand.
“Extraordinary!” Spencer exclaims. “ Do all of you need one of those,” Spencer points to the wands in Draco and Blaise’s hands, “in order to do magic?”
“No not all of us, some wizards are more powerful or have bigger magical cores than others and even though they carry a wand they can also do what is called wandless magic for certain spells.” Neville tells him. “For instance Harry does not use his wand for simple spells or charms. Harry has a bigger magical core, every few decades one or two wizards or witches are born more powerful than most. Some turn out to be dark, some light, and others are neutral.” Neville sees the confusion on the muggles’ faces at the mention of dark, light, and neutral. “Don’t misunderstand dark does not mean evil, it is a term we use to differentiate the type of magic a witch or wizard has more abilities in. I am a light wizard, I can do dark magic but with difficulty. Draco and his devils are dark even though the twins come from a light family. Harry and Blaise are neutral, which means they have no problem doing both light and dark magic.”
Spencer looks to Harry and Blaise, “Can you show me some of this wandless magic?”
Harry looks around the conference room seeing all of the ledgers on the table and the mess they made with lunch. You would think as adults they would learn to eat properly, if only Sev and Luc could see them now. Waving his hand at the mess he whispers a scourgify and watches Spencer and Penelope’s eyes as their empty coffee cups and half eaten food gets sent to the trash. Harry and the rest smile at the fact that something simple as a cleaning spell can fascinate them. “That is a simple house cleaning charm that we use to clean up our home. Or for those that do not have house elves but that conversation is for another time.” He says before Spencer or Penelope can ask what a house elf is.
“Something like that would be very handy for me on a daily basis.” Says Penelope. The wizards in the room chuckle at her accepting nature.
Spencer’s eyes are glazed over and Harry can see his mind working a mile a minute. “Do you think I could run some tests or study how this is possible? There has to be some sort of scientific or biological explanation as to why you all can do this! There are illusionists who work hard to fool and trick the mind of others.” Harry was right Spencer’s fingers dance and his arms flail in excitement, his brain obviously working at amazing speed.
Harry interrupts before Spencer can get into a full-fledged scientific rant. “No!” He yells, “We are not telling you all of this so that you can study us, it is one of the reasons why we in the Wizarding World have kept ourselves hidden. Scientists would want study like they do rats. We are flesh and blood just like everyone else.” Harry exclaims vehemently.
Spencer looks contrite, “I’m sorry, you are right. The scientist in me just wants to understand, I mean no offense.”
“It’s alright, Draco does the same when he discovers something new about the muggle world.” Harry tells him with a smile that tells Spencer he is forgiven.
“You should have seen him the first time the twins took him to the movies. He would not shut up for a whole week.” The twins say together. Everyone chuckles as Draco blushes.
“Muggle?” Penelope asks a bit confused. “That is the second time that word has been used.”
“Yes, it is what we call non-magic folks.” Neville answers with a smile on his face. Then Neville gets serious and looks at Penelope and Spencer. “Now listen carefully, what we are about to explain will require you both to listen without interruption.”
“One thing I am happy about at the moment Spencer and Penelope, is that you two have opened up your minds to the possibility of everything we have just told and shown you.” Harry tells them. While Blaise gets up and peeks through the closed blinds to check to make sure the other BAU team members are busy. He turns back telling them they have time because it seems the others are very busy doing other things.
“You remember how we explained that we are pagan? About our supposedly pagan society?” Neville says.
“I have an eidetic memory, of course I remember.” Spencer tells them, while Penelope nods her head.
Nev snorts, “Of course you do. What we said is basically true about the terrorist attacks that happened, however it was more like a war between good and evil.   Now replace pagan with magic and the fact that we are wizards. In our magical society, there are people classified as purebloods. They are the old families with old money and old traditions that have only had heirs with other purebloods, no others ‘taint’ their lineage. Draco, Blaise and I are purebloods. Half-bloods are people that have one magical parent and one muggle. Like our Harry here, his mother was a muggleborn and his father was a pureblood. Muggleborns are sired from two muggles. One of Harry’s and my best friends was a muggleborn. Brilliant witch, she was.”
Spencer opens his mouth, obviously curious about muggleborns.
Neville is quick to stop his question, “No, we don’t know why some muggles have magical children. One theory is that the family has squibs. Squibs are those who are born from purebloods or magical parents intermingling or for a better term a sort of incest but have no magic themselves. For example Draco and I are first cousins if we were to marry and Draco becomes pregnant with our child, there is a possibility that our child will be born a squib. Do you understand Spencer?”
“Fascinating.” Spencer says in awe.
“Wait, did you say if Draco gets pregnant?” Penelope pipes in.
Draco replies, “Way to ease them into that one, Nev. Yes, Penelope, in the magical world men can get pregnant.”
Spencer looks awed and a little bit jealous. He and Derek can never have children of their own. “Wow. This is a lot to take in, even for me.”
“Can I tell you that is this is just--” Penelope says raising a finger, “crazy and awesome at the same time!”
Penelope does not notice the look on Spencer’s face but Draco does and gives Spencer a sympathetic look, having no doubts as to what he is thinking. To break the slightly sad mood, he says, “This brings us to why we are letting you in on our secret. We need someone that knows the whole story. Nott is a pureblood and his parents were followers of Voldemort, a very evil wizard.”
“The one you spoke of earlier, that led a war in England.” Spencer clarifies.
“Yes. We may know the magical aspects of his series of murders but we aren’t profilers, not like you are. And the twins cannot use their talented skills the way have been able to on other cases.”
“That is why you're telling this to us. You need a profiler,” Spencer says.
“Yes, there are a lot of things you can help us with now that you know about magic. One of our main reasons is we found Nott’s diaries in his bank vault. We want you and Draco to read through them, see if there is anything in there that can help us catch him. Together you should both be able to get through them fairly quickly and Draco can explain anything you don’t understand,” explains Harry. Spencer’s ability to read 20,000 words per minute will certainly help them get through the diaries quickly.
“Of course.” Spencer responds.
“What do you need me to do?” Asks Penelope.
“The twins are excellent when it comes to computers and hacking into places they have no business getting into. However, they are categorized as blue while you are categorized as black even though you work for the FBI, you are still admired for your skills in the underground hacking world.” Harry tells Penelope with a smile and notices her shocked reaction.
“How do you know that?” She asks.
“We know many things, Penny dear.” Says the twins.
“Anyway, George will be out in the field more while you are tracking their movements. He will be busy looking for Theo’s magical signature and tracking down any leads he can find and reporting his location to you. So far Theo has not killed anyone else since he was injured at Gringotts and I would rather we find him before he kills someone else or before the Goblins find him.” Harry continues.
“Did you just say Goblins? As in small green creatures with only gold on the mind?” Penelope asks. Her eyes wide with disbelief.
“Yes and yes. Evil little creatures and sly as the devil himself. Never try to piss them off or steal from them, their punishment can be deadly.” Draco answers her.
“Fred has other things he has to do.” Harry says getting the conversation back to where it needs to be. “There are dark objects we found in those vaults and Fred will be busy breaking the curses on those objects to see what else we can find out about Theo and his plans.”
Harry can see the interest in Spencer’s eyes and knows he wants to ask about the dark objects and the science behind it. However, he asks a different question. “What about the rest of your group?”
“Neville and I will be traveling to see the families of the victims, to try and figure out why Theo chose them. This case has gone on long enough, it is time to wrap it up.” Says Blaise.
“I just had a thought,” says Harry looking at Blaise and Neville. “Check out a few Apothecary stores, he is injured, he will need healing potions.” Both men nod their heads.
“I have a question?” Penelope says.
“What is it?” Neville asks.
“Won’t the rest of our team get suspicious with most of your team gone from the office so much. I mean think about it driving to the different states or even flying will raise a few eyebrows. I know Derek will notice something is off.”
“You raise a very good point Penelope.” Draco says. “However, Blaise and Neville will only be gone a few hours a day We can pop in and out of places easily as long as we have the exact destination and know where we are going. And as for the rest we already have that covered. We just need you guys to keep our secret from the rest of your team. I know what we are asking but this is important.”
Before anyone else can ask any more questions, Derek opens the door to the conference room and looks around. His brows are furrowed, marring his handsome face as if he knows that something is not right but cannot put his finger on what it is. To distract him Harry breaks the silence. “What’s up, anything new?”
Derek takes awhile to answer, “No nothing. I just came in to see if Spencer was ready to head home.” The confused look on Derek’s face is still present. No doubt he is trying to figure out what they were talking about before he interrupted.
Draco walks over to Spencer whispers in his ear and hands him a couple of journals. Harry watches as Derek’s confusion turns to a spark of jealousy. Harry smirks and yet at the same time he feels a bit envious of Derek and Spencer’s relationship. They are able to show affection at work while still keeping the boundaries when it comes to their displays. The fact that no one knows or suspects that he and Aaron are together excites and scares him at the same time. Each time they are together his wolf purrs at the affection and seeks him out whenever they are in close quarters. Harry has long ago decided that he knows that Aaron is his mate, not just any mate but his soulmate. The bigger question is can he give him up and not lose himself at the same time?
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