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Golden Silence	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36124 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

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September 3, 1991

The atmosphere in the Headmaster’s office was tense, nobody was speaking. Instead, all eyes were glued to the pair on the floor by the door. Charlie Weasley was kneeling down, one hand clasped around Harry’s like he was the most fragile person on earth. Harry stood, unsure of himself, and fidgeted, moving from foot to foot. Finally, Draco stood up and huffed, coming over to wrap his arm around Harry’s shoulder.

“So, a Weasley is our fourth mate? At least it isn’t Ronald, I suppose. I’m Draco Malfoy.”

Draco held a hand out to Charlie, gasping when Charlie’s hand closed around his, sending sparks up his arm.

“Wow, that was weird. Will that happen every time I touch you?”

“No, it should only happen the first time.”

Draco nodded and looked over at Cedric, who was still seated across from the Headmaster’s desk. Cedric stood up and joined them, wrapping his arms around Harry. Charlie looked up and nodded at him in approval. Maybe having his established mates with him would make this easier on Harry.

“Harry, I’ve been searching for my mate for years. I’d lost all hope that I would find you. But here you are.”

“If I’m your mate, but Draco and Cedric are too, why didn’t you feel them before me? They’re older than I am. Shouldn’t you have felt them first?”

“That isn’t how it works with elves, Harry,” Cedric spoke up at last, squeezing Harry’s shoulder. “Elves only have one mate normally. But Charlie has three because you’re fae. If you weren’t fae, you’d be his only mate.”

Harry looked up at Cedric before looking at Charlie and frowning. “Does this mean that you don’t want Cedric and Draco? Because they’re really nice to me. I don’t want to lose their friendship.”

Charlie shook his head, pulling Harry into a loose hug. “No, Harry. They’re my mates as much as you are, now. I just couldn’t feel them until I could feel you. And until you boarded the Hogwarts Express, I couldn’t feel you. It took me a few days to get here though, I was training in Romania, but I’m back here now. I’ll be here for you.”

Harry couldn’t help the small smile that broke out. He hugged Charlie and looked up at him shyly, his hand reaching up to touch the red hair on Charlie’s head, pushing it away from his face. He had completely forgotten that anyone other than his mates was in the room.

“Now that you boys have met, we have several things to discuss. Please, sit down, all of you. Lemon Drop?”

Harry froze at the sound of the Headmaster’s voice, shrinking into Charlie in fear. Charlie frowned but stood up, picking Harry up in his arms and sitting in one of the chairs, his hands rubbing Harry’s back. Draco and Cedric sat on either side of him, each of them reaching a hand over to touch Harry. At the contact of all of his mates, Harry calmed slightly.

“Now, Harry, my boy, Mr Weasley will need to be near you in order to keep himself calm and to help you stabilize your magic. I do wish you had trusted me enough to tell me of this inheritance of yours, but nonetheless we will work with it.” The Headmaster sent a disapproving glare at Harry before continuing. “As such, you, Mr Malfoy, and Mr Diggory will be moving into private rooms with Mr Weasley. Charlie, you were a Gryffindor, were you not? You can have the old Head Boy rooms in the tower. Percy is living in renovated rooms, so you won’t be kicking him out.”

Harry looked up at Charlie, shaking his head. “Don’t make me live in Gryffindor Tower. Please. Don’t make me live near the Gryffindors. Please.” He pushed his fear through to Charlie, trying to show how terrified he was of the idea of living with the Gryffindors.

Charlie looked confused before nodding. “Headmaster, my mates all live in the dungeons. All of their friends are in the dungeons. It would be unfair of you to expect them to live in Gryffindor Tower. Especially Harry and Draco, they will not be welcome in the tower, and you know it.”

Professor Snape, who had been silently observing up until this point, spoke up at last. “Headmaster, Mr Potter must be near me as well as his mates. It is vital for the balancing of his magic. The boys will stay in my rooms. I have already asked the castle to arrange a space for them and it should be complete by the time we are finished here. I am sure you will find it to be quite satisfying.”

The Headmaster pursed his lips, the twinkle in his eye diminishing, before he nodded. “Very well, Severus. I do wish you had told me before, of course, but I suppose that is acceptable. Now, Mr Weasley, I am counting on you to teach young Harry and your other mates everything important about the Wizarding World of today. As the the oldest, you are the leader of your group, and I would hope that you can show them the way of the light.”

Draco gave an affronted sigh, causing his mates to look over at him. He shook his head slightly, not saying anything. Instead, he looked over at the Headmaster, eyes hardening in anger. “And you, Headmaster? Will you be continuing on your mission to have my mate resorted into Gryffindor, despite the fact that the Sorting Hat has put him in Slytherin? Or will you simply resort to using Legilimancy to try and read his mind so that you can manipulate him?”

The Headmaster shook his head, popping a lemon drop in his mouth and smiling. “Now, Mr Malfoy, I would never put a child at risk like that. You have been raised in the Wizarding World, and you know that it is not safe to use Legilimancy on a child. I am quite offended that you would even suggest it.”

Professor Snape snorted behind them and Harry glared at the Headmaster.

“He tried to read my mind! He tried to force himself into my head and read my thoughts! He’s only lying because he couldn’t read anything in my mind so he’s covering for himself!”

All of his mates ran their hands down his back, trying to calm him as Harry shook in anger. They could feel his magic snapping throughout the room, sending sparks through their skin. Charlie leaned down to press his lips to Harry’s hair, trying to sooth him.

“Hush, little emerald. Hush. I believe you. Draco and Cedric and Professor Snape believe you. We will not allow the Headmaster to hurt you. You are safe with us. We will not leave you. And the Headmaster will not invade your mind again. I promise you, emerald. Calm down.”

Harry took a deep breath and calmed, leaning against Charlie and closing his eyes. “I want to leave now. Please. I don’t want to be around the Headmaster any more.”

Charlie nodded and stood, looking over at the Headmaster. “My mate is tired, and we will be retiring now. If you need to speak to us, it can wait until tomorrow. Good day Headmaster.”

With that, the four mates and Professor Snape swept out of the office and through the halls, on their way to Professor Snape’s quarters. They didn’t say a word, but each mate was wrapped up in his own thoughts, all focussed around Harry. On the way through the Entrance Hall, they were stopped by a furious redhead. Ron stood at the stairs to the dungeons, hands on his hips, glaring.

“Charlie, what are you doing with those freaks? You’re supposed to be in Romania. Have you told mum that you’re back? Why are you holding Potter? He’s nothing but a worthless Slytherin.”

Harry stiffened in Charlie’s arms, curling up as best he could and hiding his face against his mate’s chest. Charlies arms tightened around him for a minute before he passed Harry to Cedric, approaching his brother. Harry wrapped himself around Cedric, hiding from the confrontation that was taking place in front of them.

“Ronald Billius Weasley you will not insult my mate like that.” Charlie towered over Ron, growling at him. “You are an immature child and you will leave my mate alone. If I see you bothering any of my mates, you will regret it.”

Ron turned red in anger, staring defiantly up at his brother. “Mate? That’s ridiculous! I’m telling mum about this. You know she can’t stand the Malfoys and she’ll never approve of you mating with one of them. You’re going to regret this.”

Charlie growled again and Ron turned and ran, headed up the stairs that led to Gryffindor Tower. Happy that his brother had left, Charlie turned to where Cedric stood, Harry huddled in his arms.

“Harry, listen to me. Nothing my parents or my brothers say is going to change that you are my mate. You are not a freak. Come here, emerald.”

Harry slowly looked over at Charlie, letting go of Cedric and reaching out for his redheaded mate. Charlie wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed his hair, rubbing his back soothingly. A cough from Professor Snape made them both look up.

“If we may, the dungeons are a more suitable place for this touching conversation.”

The mates nodded and headed after the professor to his quarters, this time with no interruptions. Once they had settled on a couch in the professor’s quarters, each of the mates started talking.

“I didn’t know the Weasleys had creature blood,” came from Draco.

“I found out what inheritances we can expect,” Cedric interupted.

“Some explanations are in order, I believe,” was Charlie’s comment.

Harry looked at all three of his mates and smiled, a strange, almost strangled laugh escaping him. Charlie smiled down at him before looking at the others.

“Now, Draco, yes, the Weasleys have creature blood. However, it has been years since anyone has manifested. Bill and I were the only ones to show any sign of having enough power to manifest a creature inheritance, but Bill didn’t. As you can see, I did.”

“Are you wearing a glamour, then? You don’t look like an elf.”

Charlie nodded and closed his eyes, releasing the glamour around his face. When he opened his eyes back up, sapphire blue looked back at his mates. His eyes, which had been dark blue before, now glittered in the firelight of Professor Snape’s rooms, like the jewels. His freckles had faded, leaving pale white skin in their wake. His hair, which had been fiery red before, had darkened to a deep scarlet. He looked down at Harry, still wrapped in his arms, and smiled.

“Well?”

“You look better like this. Like you came out of a fairy tale.”

Charlie looked over at Cedric and nodded at him. “Cedric? What did you have to say?”

Cedric pulled out the genealogies Draco had given him, along with his own. “I took a look at these earlier, when Draco gave me his, and I think I’ve found the creatures that run in our lines. A few of them are more dilute than others, so I don’t think those will be our inheritances. As far as I can tell, Draco is probably going to be a Veela,” Draco snorted and nodded, “And I have elf blood in me too, so that’s my most likely inheritance. Apparently, Charlie, it runs in the Prewitts too. My great-uncle was an elf. I think, if I remember correctly, he was your mother’s grandfather. But I can’t remember.”

Charlie nodded. “Yeah, he was. So, another elf and a Veela. Well, Harry, you do have powerful creatures for mates. Now, I think we need to hear about you. Would you like to tell us why you can’t speak?”

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, preparing himself to tell his story.
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