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Turning Tides	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter six

"Harry are you ok?" Bill frowned after he had called Harry's name for the third time and gotten no response.

"Nothing! Why?" Harry blurted out quickly before blushing when he saw the raised eyebrows being aimed at him from all three of them.

"Cub, something is wrong. You have barely sat still for the last hour since you got here, if you squirm any more you're going to wear a hole through the sofa," Remus said concerned.

"Not to mention you have barely said a word, what's going on Harry?" Sirius finished the bombardment of a guilt trip causing Harry to groan mournfully as he covered his eyes.

"Alright, I have something that I need to tell you guys, its nothing bad, at least not from my point of view. Just promise me you won't freak out!" Harry demanded glaring at the three of them.

"Well that didn't make me worry at all," Sirius groaned. "What's happened?"

"Well…you know of course that I have taken my seats on the Wizengamot," Harry stated.

"Ah ha," all three men nodded.

"And that I made friends with a group from the Wizengamot that I have a meal with,"

"Yes," once again they nodded in unison nearly making Harry giggle.

"Well, one of them…has asked if he can court me," Harry blurted out in a rush.

"What! But…but you're too young!"

"Who is it? Who do I have to castrate?"

"Oh Merlin, this is too soon!" Remus groaned covering his face as Sirius and Bill jumped to their feet.

"If you castrate him I will be very, very upset with you! I like him, and I accepted his courtship. And as for being too young I am the same age that dad and mum began their courtship and a year older than Molly was. As for who, its Mikhail Zabini," Harry watched with fascination as the wind literally went out of their sails and they all stared at him completely stunned as though he had just told them Dumbledore had been going around the school in a tutu doing the Macarena.

"Mikhail Zabini? Are you sure?" Sirius asked shocked before wincing when Remus whacked the back of his head as Harry rolled his eyes.

"Seriously Harry? Mikhail Zabini? He's not been with anyone seriously since he and his wife…" Remus cut himself off hesitantly.

"Since they broke their bond. I know all about it, I spoke to Blaise and Mikhail about it. And yes I am serious," Harry nodded.

"Harry he is known for…casual affairs. You are sure he is serious?" Bill asked concerned. Any fire to Harry's temper died when he saw the honest concern in Bill's eyes.

"I'm sure, he has told Blaise that he is courting me, along with Lord Dante Flint and the others from the Wizengamot group. He has been sending me gifts, and he took me to Prague for the day and bought me this this week," Harry lifted the sleeve of his robes to show them the bracelet that hadn't been removed since Mikhail had fastened it to his wrist for him. Remus gasped and hurried over to sit next to Harry, gently taking his wrist and looking at the bracelet.

"This is beautiful cub, what else has he given you?" Remus asked eagerly. Harry mentally grinned, Ron owed him four galleons, he had bet that Remus with his romantic nature would be the first one to give.

"He's sent me Honeydukes most expensive chocolate selection after Hermione let slip I loved chocolate," Harry laughed as Remus practically developed stars in his eyes, that was a big tick for Mikhail from the werewolf. "He sent me a huge bouquet of red roses, an amazing fur cloak and permanently heated gloves, he's sent me the most amazing books on defence and some really helpful ones on being a Lord of a House. He sent me a beautifully embroidered dark green money pouch that has endless anti theft spells on them and can be linked to your vault and he sent me a gorgeous multi compartment trunk like Mad Eyes engraved with my name and a lily and stag in one corner and a wolf, dog and eagle in the other," Harry knew he was beaming as he spoke to Remus directly, seeing the werewolf's eyes starting to sparkle.

"You told him our animagus forms?" Bill asked, not hint of accusation in his voice only shock.

"Yes, I trust him, and he knows and believes that Sirius is innocent. He said that he is looking forwards to meeting you all, as long as Sirius doesn't try to kill him for courting me," Harry smiled.

"All of us?" Remus asked unsurely, his grip automatically tightening on Harry's wrist. Feeling his heart clenching Harry wriggled onto Remus's knee wrapping his arms tightly around Remus's neck.

"All of you. He knows you are my family and I love you lot more than anyone else. He accepts you or there is no future for us. We have had a few discussions about it, I won't lie, but he wants to meet you. And he even agreed to help if we had to open another haven," Harry said firmly.

"Cub…" Remus choked out.

"You three are my parents, nothing changes that. My partner accepts that or there's no us," Harry shook his head.

"You are serious about him huh?" Bill asked with a smile of his own.

"Yeah I am. You know I said that I wouldn't have a relationship until this is all sorted…but there is just something about Mikhail, a pull towards him that I can't and don't want to control. I may have been able to turn away a few weeks ago, but not anymore. I really like him, and I really hope my future is with him," Harry said seriously.

"And him?" Sirius asked slowly.

"He said that once he had me I wouldn't be going anywhere," Harry smiled at the memory, seeing their worried looks he chuckled. "I told him I wasn't a possession, and he told me that…that…"

"What did he say?" Bill asked starting to grin at the sight of the blush spreading across Harry's cheeks.

"He said that I was much too beautiful free to be locked or chained away and compared it to locking a phoenix away," Harry rushed out. The three men blinked at him before they grinned widely.

"Mikhail Zabini huh…he's older than you, not by much considering wizarding aging, and how mature you are," Remus mused running his fingers through Harry's hair soothingly.

"What about his son? How is he taking it? You said that you spoke to him about Celia," Sirius asked.

"He's totally cool about it. Gave me the whole Spanish inquisition about what my intentions towards his father were, and making sure that I wasn't playing with him. And then he acted as spy and has been slipping his father hints on things that I like as suggestions for gifts," Harry grinned shaking his head.

"You know your own heart Harry, and you have a good one, we're not going to argue with you on this if Mikhail is what you really want. But we do want to meet him," Bill said firmly.

"He sees me for me, not my scar or anything like that…I feel so warm and safe when I'm with him. I'm falling in love with him with every letter and meeting. He's who I choose," Harry nodded.

"Good, then you can arrange for him to come here for supper sometime in the next two weeks," Remus grinned kissing Harry's cheek when he groaned.

"Just promise me you won't torture him! Please!" Harry sighed.

"Of course we won't," Bill grinned.

"We just want to make sure that he is perfect for our cub," Sirius added with a matching grin.

"You guys are turning into each other," Harry grumbled in disgust before squeaking when Remus started tickling him.

Harry smiled as he slipped into the Three Broomsticks and saw Mikhail sitting at one of the private booths with Blaise talking. The two Zabini men really were something to see, unlike the Malfoy's where they clearly pulled an air of elegance and command around themselves, Blaise and especially Mikhail gave it off unconsciously. Not the mention how beautifully handsome both men were with their rich dark skin, piercing grey eyes and impressive figures, that after seeing them both eat he realised came naturally. His eyes had been automatically drawn to their table as soon as he stepped in, and eve though it had only been a week since the last time he had seen Mikhail he felt something unclench at the sight of him.

He brightened even further when Mikhail's eyes locked onto him and he stood as Harry started to make his way over to them. Turning to look over his shoulder Blaise gave him a light grin of welcome before quickly turning around when Harry reached Mikhail.

"I was getting worried they had kidnapped you and taken you out the country," Mikhail said with humour, though the worry lingering in his eyes was still present. Shaking his head Harry reached up to cup Mikhail's face and pressed sweet kisses along his jaw before pressing their lips together. Mikhail's arms wrapped firmly around his waist and held him against his body as he bent down to kiss Harry firmly, both absorbing the warmth and taste of the other until Blaise clearing his throat pointedly had them pulling apart, Harry with a flustered and hazy expression on his face.

"Sorry," Harry laughed, clearly anything but getting a good natured grumble from Blaise.

"What do you want to drink?" Blaise asked standing.

"Butterbeer please," Harry smiled understanding he was giving them a little time to themselves. Mikhail gently pushed him into the booth and then sat down swiftly beside him, leaning in to kiss him again. Smiling into the kiss Harry threaded his fingers through Mikhail's loose silky black hair and kissed back eagerly, loving the feeling of Mikhail clever tongue exploring through his mouth.

"You're like a pair of teenagers!" Blaise grumbled thumping Harry's glass down to break them apart.

"I am a teenager," Harry shrugged licking his lips slightly.

"Now I feel like a cradle snatcher," Mikhail sighed.

"I think Harry is happy with you snatching his cradle at any time," Hermione snickered stepping up to the booth with Ron. Blaise slipped to the side allowing her to slide in beside him while Ron grabbed a spare chair from the next table.

"Hermione!" Harry huffed as his cheeks flushed, whacking Mikhail's chest with the back of his hand when he caught his pleased grin. Mikhail captured Harry's wrist before he could tug it away and ran his thumb over the bracelet that had been revealed with the movement.

"You kept it on?" Mikhail smiled pleased.

"He hasn't taken it off," Ron chuckled shrugging when Harry blushed darker.

"I really do love it," Harry said softly leaning up to kiss Mikhail as he threaded their fingers together. When they pulled apart Hermione was squirming in her seat looking as though she was about to squeal, Ron was just grinning and Blaise had a resigned look on his face, though his eyes showed his happiness at seeing his father so relaxed and content.

"Enough, I want to know that happened! Are we going to have reports of more Black sightings?" Ron grinned.

"Ron!" Harry glared seeing Mikhail twitch slightly. "They took it fine. Well they freaked out a little when I told them I was being courted, but when I told them it was you they seemed to calm down pretty quickly actually," Harry shrugged.

"So they're ok with it?" Hermione asked shocked.

"We talked it out, they seem alright with it as long as I am happy and its what I want. But…they want us to go to them for supper sometime in the next two weeks," Harry said quickly before taking a gulp of butterbeer.

"They want to meet me?" Mikhail sighed.

"Yes, sorry," Harry winced.

"No it is alright, we knew they would want to," Mikhail assured him. "It is just, your family is a little intimidating," Mikhail shrugged.

"An escaped convict, a werewolf and a curse breaker, yes dad, just a little," Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Wait until you see holiday gatherings," Ron snorted in amusement.

"What? Why?" Blaise asked confused.

"Well lets see, you have Harry, Sirius, Remus, Bill, Charlie, Percy and his wife Penelope, Fred and George, me, Ginny, Hermione, Mum, Dad, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphodora Tonks, Mad Eye Moody, and a selection of others depending on if they have somewhere to be or not," Ron listed.

"You know Kingsley Shacklebolt?" Blaise asked shocked.

"Through Arthur Weasley, he and Kingsley are friends," Harry lied. The gentle squeeze around his fingers had him looking up into disbelieving eyes. Looking sheepishly back Harry realised that he was in trouble, Mikhail could read him too easily. Glancing to Hermione and Ron they both shrugged clearly saying it was up to him.

"You do not have to explain if you do not want to," Mikhail said softly, but Harry could see the flash of hurt and concern in the other man's eyes.

"Its not that I don't trust you, its just the situation and not my safety that I am putting at risk by telling people," Harry sighed scanning Mikhail's face. "Kingsley is a member of the Order," He said quietly watching Mikhail's eyes widen.

"The group Dumbledore put together during the First war?" Blaise asked shocked.

"Its been reformed," Hermione nodded.

"I can understand why you are hesitant about speaking names," Mikhail frowned.

"Its not that I don't trust you, if I didn't I wouldn't be taking you to Sirius. Its just, saying out loud can be dangerous," Harry smiled placing his hand on Mikhail's cheek to turn him to face him and gently pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you," Mikhail sighed against his lips.

"How are they anyway?" Hermione asked once they had broken apart, though she was grinning at them causing Ron to roll his eyes.

"They're doing good. Sirius and Remus are finally looking nearly completely healthy and Remus has started wearing his new robes," Harry grinned. "The research that the pack's are making is pretty impressive,"

"Research? Your werewolves?" Mikhail asked curiously.

"Yeah, obviously it goes to stand that among the people that have been bitten and caught the curse there are going to be those among them who are potions and charms masters, those that are talented at brewing and such, but before they have never had the money, space or time to be able to concentrate on researching the curse, now that they have safety, a roof over their heads and constant food and don't have to worry about their survival day to day they are able to conduct research into helping with the curse, not to mention Harry is happy to put the money in," Hermione explained.

"I've started having people leaving me money in their wills, and because it's a magical contract I can't say no, so I just put it all into the Haven. The werewolves are making good progress on learning potions and balms that help the healing and transformation process equally, so it's a lot easier on Remus now," Harry shrugged when Mikhail turned to him.

"The transformation process?" Blaise asked curiously.

"It's extremely painful for a werewolf to transform, their bodies, muscles, everything internally has to be rearranged to match the canine set up rather than a human one. Its incredibly painful and draining, not to mention that the werewolf can sometimes turn on itself. While the magic in their bodies goes a long way towards healing them before, during and after the process they are still in a lot of pain and discomfort, not to mention Remus sleeps like the dead for a whole day nearly after the moon," Ron snorted.

"Is that why muggles can not become werewolves then? The lack of magic in their body?" Mikhail picked up quickly, getting an impressed grin from Hermione and a squeeze to the arm from Harry.

"Exactly, if a muggle is unlucky enough to survive an attack and contract the curse, they don't make it through the start of their frist transformation, their bodies without their magic constantly moving to heal them just can't cope with it," Hermione nodded.

"What about the wolfs bane potion, that is supposed to help a lot isn't it?" Blaise asked curiously.

"It helps to a point, it allows the werewolf to keep their mind during the transformation, which means it isn't likely to attack others or itself during the transformation. However it doesn't help with the healing process afterwards. It has much the same effect as running with people that the werewolf sees as pack does," Harry told them as he finished the last of his drink.

"Harry, you mentioned that you have run with Remus," Mikhail said, the tone of worry back in his voice. Understanding Harry turned slightly and pressed himself against Mikhail's side, wriggling a little closer when Mikhail wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

"I'm an animagus, a werewolf bite can't effect an animagus, the curse can't transfer, plus if it is someone who the werewolf sees as pack then it puts the werewolf at even more ease. It is just like a wolf pack running together," Harry explained softly, placing his hand on Mikhail's knee comfortingly.

"You're an animagus?" Blaise blinked.

"We all are," Ron smirked at the looks of shock on the two Zabini men's faces.

"But you're sixteen!" Blaise protested.

"Sirius and my dad figured out an easier way to do it which takes less time than the normal way. Sirius coached us on how to do it and we spent all last year making our way through the meditation, potions and transformation process," Harry explained with a laugh.

"Though Ron did nearly get stuck with his tail when he came out of his transformation for the first time, it took us nearly ten hours to reverse it," Hermione snickered as Ron turned red.

"Unike Harry who freaked out with how good his hearing was in his form and we took half an hour to pry him off the top of the bookshelves in the Black manor when Sirius clapped his hands," Ron taunted back gaining a pout from Harry.

"What are you love?" Mikhail asked curiously trying to imagine what type of animal Harry would turn into.

"A panther," Harry answered quietly almost straight away.

"And you two?" Blaise asked.

"I'm a fox," Ron grinned.

"And he's done the, I always knew I was foxy joke, about eighteen times," Harry muttered so only Mikhail could hear him, getting a stifled chuckle out of the man that Harry could feel deep in his chest considering he was leaning against it.

"I'm a koala," Hermione told them proudly.

"And she's yours for a few eucalyptus leaves," Harry snickered gaining a glare from his friend.

"Seriously she is," Ron nodded.

"I think I still have the pictures from when Bill conjured that big ball of yarn for Harry to play with," Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"I was in my panther form, it was fun," Harry pouted seeing the amused look on Mikhail's face while Blaise started chuckling.

"Oh dear, perhaps it was not such a good idea to meet in a public place," Mikhail sighed suddenly sobering up as he glanced across the pub spotting blonde curls.

"Hmm…oh its Rita, no worries, she'll be tasteful about it," Harry shrugged settling back against Mikhail's chest having tensed with worry.

"You do not mind it being public knowledge that I am courting you?" Mikhail asked surprised getting Harry's attention.

"Did you not want people to know?" Harry asked concerned trying to pull away. Mikhail's arm that had been resting around his waist however rapidly turned to stone and held Harry against him.

"I just was unsure whether you wished it to be public knowledge. If you are happy with people knowing then I am more than happy to have a public claim on you," Mikhail murmured into Harry's ear before placing a kiss behind it causing Harry's breath to hitch.

"You two! Keep it to a public decency level please!" Blaise groaned.

"I shall try, but it is difficult," Mikhail grinned, pecking Harry's lips once more before settling back. "Now what did you mean that she would be tasteful, she is not known for being so,"

"She will be about Harry considering we are blackmailing her," Hermione snorted.

"You Gryffindors are slightly scary, you know that!" Blaise blinked.

"We do so well because we are underestimated," Harry shrugged, settling his hand back onto Mikhail's thigh. He could help the small thrill that went through him at the feel of the hard muscles underneath his hand, and he couldn't prevent his smirk as he heard Mikhail's breathing change pace slightly. "So what day are you free to have supper?" Harry smirked wider.

"You are cruel, enjoying my pain," Mikhail groaned.

"You;ll be fine, just don't accept any food directly from Sirius. He sees the twins too regularly to risk that," Ron advised.

"And stick close to Harry's side, Sirius is particularly good at charms, Bill at hexes and Remus is just sleekard," Hermione told him amused.

"I'm not worried at all now," Mikhail said dryly.

"Don't worry, I won't let them do anything to you, I'm rather fond of having you around," Harry reassured him with a grin, turning so he could pat his chest. He let out a laugh when Mikhail used his hand to tug him closer and press and firm kiss to his lips.

"I should hope you would, I am freely walking into the wolf's den so I may have you by my side," Mikhail said huskily, his grey eyes roaming Harry's face with a hunger and emotion that made Harry's skin prickle in all the best ways.

Life was much more interesting with Mikhail in his life, and in a good way for once Harry thought absently, unaware that his green eyes were lit with the same hunger and emotions as Mikhail's as they roamed over his dark face, leaving the other three at the table smiling at each other ruefully as the two became lost in each other.
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