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Fire Keeper	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14003 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Anything associated with Harry potter is not mine nor do I recieve payment for the production of this story. The known characters, places and familiar situations in this piece are a product of J K Rowling.

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Chapter Five: A New Adventure, Because Surely It Can't Be A Trap

Harry scowled from where he sat.

Each question thrown in his direction was answered only by a snarl, his vocal chords and sarcasm seeming to have escaped him.

"Such aggression, one would think the little brute had just been kidnapped and thrown into a crate."

Harry hissed.

A throaty chuckle from directly behind him sent vibrations thrumming along his spine and he bowed back discreetly against the contact, his anger seeming almost childish. Fluttering green eyes snapped open and Harry reared forward once more, only for a pair of strong arms to hold him down in his seat on a stranger's lap.

Charlie shook his head from where the traitor sat in an armchair across from the pair, a small smile on his lips. "Really, Harry, I don't see why you're fighting so hard to get away from someone who you want. I don't know Baro personally, but Myvi is a fine, powerful dominant and any mateship she lands herself in can be said to be the same."

"Quite right, Charlie," The blonde Myvi sat beside Charlie, her dark eyes cast downwards and avoiding Harry's gaze even as her magic slid across him, wrapping him in a blanket of warmth. He felt his eyes slide shut once more, basking for one blissful moment in the solid comfort this strange pair were offering him. He hadn't felt such peace in a long, long time.

And why should he? His thoughts grew bitter even as their strange magic tried to comfort him, his mind playing scenes from his past that haunted him still. It was because of him that death came to those around him, it was because of him that family members were lost and nightmares terrorised his classmates. He felt his own magic prickle against his skin, a vain attempt to block against the harsher memories. He knew now that this was not his magic, but the magic gifted to him by a stubborn Horntail, a magic that had all but torn him apart when he had tried to reject Baro only moments before.

The Dragonette that gripped him so tightly made a noise as though in pain, his strong arms wrapping securely around Harry as wings unfolded softly from his back. Before the dark-haired Gryffindor could comprehend what had happened, he was entirely cocooned in a scaled hollow the colour of blood red. The wings shielded him entirely, cutting off the world so that nothing existed but the gentle breathing of the man behind him.

Were those wings always visible? Harry cocked his head to one side, a soft, curious noise leaving his mouth. Baro rumbled a soft laugh behind him. "Are you so fresh, submissive that you have never even seen a Dragonettte's wings up close? Have I snatched you from your cradle?"

The offended berate Harry intended to spit out never left his lips, instead a delicate snarl curled his upper lip. Words had abandoned him. Just as Charlie had explained, he had tried to run from something that his Destined side had deemed perfection, and he was paying the consequences by having to deal with the loss of some of his humanity, at least for a while.

Baro turned him suddenly in his lap, until wide green eyes met a slanted, violet gaze with a pupil so narrow, it almost wasn't there. Harry felt a blush creep along his neck, unable to look away. Baro was clearly more than a man. Where Dagda had been almost human- looking apart from the pale scales that littered his features, Baro was not. His gaze was that of a cat's, narrow apart from when something of interest captivated it and blew those slit-like pupils wide. His skin was a touch too pale, its strange warmth a sharp contrast against the icy whiteness. His blood red hair was a colour Harry had never seen on anyone and matched the horizontal slash of scales across his slender throat to perfection.

A quiet rumble had filled their small space and it took longer than he was willing to admit for Harry to realise that he was, in fact, purring. A deep, contented sound that lulled his inner turmoil and provoked an answering rumble from the dominant man his magic clung to so desperately.

"So rare is it, pretty submissive, for a bond to occur so suddenly and so deeply as the one that is now between us. I had only to see you from a distance to know that all that I could ever become, would never be enough without you by my side. Your magic clings to me still, so desperately that I can feel the pain in your thoughts. Such a bond should only exist after months of being together. My Myvi has been captivated by you ever since she has laid eyes on you. Why is it you fight something so natural, Harry?"

Baro's voice was exquisite, not the harsh growl of a possessive creature, but the low, silken tones of one lover to another, as thought intimacy lived in the Dragonette's very blood flow. Harry keened at the sound, a shrill cry that he was certain would have sounded desperate even if it had come in the form of babbling words. He had fought his entire life. Every step of his growing older he had fought possession. How could he willingly surrender to something he knew hardly nothing about?

And at the same time, how could he not?

How could he possibly keep fighting… Why should he keep fighting? He was done fighting, done protecting others; why not simply…give in?

A small snort of aggravation was the only sound that left Harry's lips before he let go of the demons that were holding him back and tilted his chin, baring his neck in a simple gesture of submission.

Baro let loose no growl of triumph, no winning laugh but instead a soft sigh of happiness before sharp teeth closed around Harry's throat in a soft, short bite of claim.

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"McGonagall's gonna kill me."

"This is true."

Harry growled in aggravation, swatting the taller redhead on the head as Charlie bent to cast his luggage onto the train. The older Weasley boy laughed as he clutched Harry to his side and ruffled the black curls atop his friend's head. "Hey, if anyone's gonna get in trouble, it'll be me for allowing this. Paranoid old bat will probably think old Voldy's risen from the dead, donned a red wig and lured you into a trap."

Harry cast a sceptical glance towards where Baro stood, bidding goodbye to a friend of his own who had also come here by train. Myvi stood beside him, her slender arms crossed and a humoured eyebrow quirked in their direction. Clearly she had heard them.

Harry glanced back at Charlie with a twisted smile, one hand rising to tug at the lengthening curls nervously. "Do you think I'm making a mistake, Charlie?"

The redhead laughed as he boarded the platform. "Hell, Harry, I think this is the first decent move you've ever made for yourself. So what if you never come back to Hogwarts, Merlin knows you'll always be welcome there and you've already sat your exams. By wizarding standards, you should be out of school and forming your own life."

The older wizard bent down suddenly, his smile rueful as he leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear. "And by Dragonette standards a submissive like you should have been whipped up and knocked up years ago."

"Charlie!"

Harry's horrified hiss was cut off by the train's piercing whistle and the redhead slamming the carriage door shut with a wide smile. His head appeared only a moment later out a window, his eyes soft. "You've earned this, little brother. You've earned the right to dictate your life and I'll make sure no one in the family or at Hogwarts gives you grief." Harry laughed as the train began to move forward, his head shaking in amusement even as his knees began to knock together. "You'll let Ron and Mione know I'll see them soon and I'm alright? And you'll let Mum know that I'm coming back to her?

Charlie's roar was clearly heard over the chorus of goodbyes on the station.

"She'll be expecting a grandchild from you soon!"

And though Harry was quick to laughter at the thought, as soon as the train sped away and he was left only with the memory of that smiling redhead, the eighteen-year-old's knees buckled beneath him and he raised a hand to find his cheeks wet with tears.

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He woke in a moving vehicle, so disorientated by the bright sunshine and the vibrations of the car that he yelped and whacked his head against the window. A moan of sympathy reached his ears as he clutched his throbbing skull and he opened one eye to find Myvi eyeing him critically, her hands twitching as though she wanted nothing more than to check his head for cuts.

"M'fine," he mumbled, sparing the taller woman a small smile. Myvi was a female who utterly enthralled him. In the few days he and Charlie had spent at Briha, Myvi had seen fit to drag the broader redhead into battle on more than one occasion, and she had always won. Her strength, she had whispered to Harry on the nights when the pair were alone and walking, lay not in the muscles but in the swiftness of her feet and the viciousness of her spirit.

She was a creature almost apart from her humanity, as though she had been a Dragonette clipped of its wings, though that was not the case. Myvi had simply been one of the fortunate ones to grow up in village in France lived in only by Dragonettes and their mateships. Born human and with five older brothers to prove her strength to, three of whom were Dragonettes, Myvi had sought out battle with a bitter old dragon miles from her home, and had survived to become a Destined.

It was as she told Harry this story that the blonde beauty had tapped the vicious scar that marred her features and winked with only the words "never wake a sleeping dragon" as warning.

Green eyes hazy with sleep blinked around the car, before landing on the driver. Baro. His dominant. A shiver raced up Harry's spine and he froze when Baro's violet gaze caught his in the rear-view mirror. The circular mark that graced Harry's neck pulsed once before he dragged his eyes away. Nothing but that first, heated kiss had passed between them, nor would anything until Harry had been completely exposed to the rest of Baro's mateship, or so the taller man had insinuated. It was, as Charlie had explained, Dragonette custom for an Intended Destined to meet all members of the mateship before they could be accepted completely.

Of course, Myvi had snorted at that and eyed Harry's mark obviously, stating only that one so quick to bond with both Baro and form an attachment to herself would have no problem blending it with the other two.

Not that Harry was as worried as perhaps he should have been about meeting the people he would, evidently, share a life with. Since that first kiss of acceptance, Harry's protests at falling for a stranger and perhaps racing headfirst into a trap had been feeble at best, and doused completely each time he would catch the eye of either of the dominant people he was now, after so short a time, beginning to view as his own. It was evidence enough of his complete trust in the pair that he had decided not to return to Hogwarts, but to return with Baro to a secluded town just north of the Scotland border. Or perhaps, he was really going mad.

"Where are we?"

"Almost home, Harry," Myvi's soft voice was quick to answer him, her mouth curving into a soft smile at the word home. "You slept from the moment we left Briha for quite some time, Baro and I have traded places driving twice now."

At Harry's worried frown, she offered a small smile, her hand reaching out to brush back his black curls in a way that he had become overly fond of. "Fear not, little one, it is only because of the sudden detachment from one you view as blood that you slept so long. Your magic is attempting to distance you from old ties so that you may form new ones."

"Distancing me?"

"Hush, Myvi," Baro's silken voice rose from the front seat, soothing Harry's sudden spike of panic, "You'll frighten him. She means not to say that you will become detached from your family , Harry, but rather that your heart will swell with the need to be filled with a new family as well as your previous one."

"Oh," Harry prodded the spot where he had smacked against the window, wincing slightly. "And don't call me, little one, Myvi, it sets my teeth on edge."

Myvi's laughter was every bit as big and attractive as she was, an endearing chuckle that made Harry grin. "Forgive me, Hary," she grinned as she glanced out the window at the passing countryside, nothing but green fields and towering hills, "it is only because you're smaller even than our Erin and he is indeed a small submissive."

"Erin?" Harry's attention peeked, his green eyes turning to lock with Baro's gaze as he flickered towards his in the mirror. "That's your other submissive's name? Erin. And what of the other dominant then? How come they didn't come to Briha?"

Baro let loose a throaty chuckle, his gaze returning to the road as they passed a sign welcoming them to a village Harry had never heard of.

"I told you before, Harry, your opinion of the two mates you have not yet met will not be painted by what Myvi and myself say. You will meet them shortly. All that I will tell you is that Erin could not travel for he is in the final stages of pregnancy and our dearest young dominant offered to stay with him and allow Myvi the chance to travel to Briha and battle to her heart's content."

Harry opened his mouth to demand more information, and was hushed when the car stopped suddenly and he fell face first into the cushioned headrest of the passenger seat.

He growled as he pushed himself upright, Baro's tilted smile following his actions in the mirror. "You did that on purpose."

Myvi snorted as she moved from the car, reaching her arms upwards until they let out a satisfying crack. "'Tis no fault of his that you chose to clamber over your safety belt and demand answers, green-eyes."

Harry would have answered her retort with one just as snarky, had his attention not suddenly been forced from the female dominant. The house they had parked in front of was a pristine white, though calling it a house was almost an insult. It was a manor, so beautifully clean and covered with vibrant green ivy that it almost shone. The windows of it had been cast open, meaning the house would be blessedly cool after so long being confined to a heated car under a bizarrely hot winter sun.

Other houses dotted the area, some large and some small enough to be considered barely a cottage and each of them was beautiful, though none so enchanting as this manor with its purple willows that marked the edges of its front garden.

Harry's mouth was open as Myvi pulled him from his seat, his eyes huge. He inhaled the scents of the willows as he passed, paying no mind to Myvi tugging him towards the manor like some half-witted child. He'd never smelled anything so sweet as those willows. Somewhere in his mind, he was aware of Myvi chuckling at him and snapped to attention.

The door of the manor had been swung open by Baro, his pale hands grasping his hips as he looked around the huge entrance-way in search of something. Harry frowned, his pulse picking up speed as Myvi shut the door behind them, leaving their luggage in the car for now and locking Harry into unknown territory. For the first time in his life, Harry took a step behind the taller female, half-hiding.

The something Baro had been waiting for occurred only seconds later when there was a sound much like a tray dropping to a wooden table and the soft scurrying of feet across floorboards. A man came rushing into the room, or, at least, Harry assumed it was a man, for he was dressed clearly in men's clothes and his face, though soft and young was definitely male. His stomach, however, was swollen with what could only be a child and his pale blonde hair twisted down to the backs of his legs in a loose plait.

He shrieked as he saw Baro, his blue eyes blowing wide and his legs rushing forward to propel him into the taller man's arms. Baro embraced him with a laugh, lifting him from his feet and cradling the swollen stomach between them so as not to do damage. "Oh, my Erin, my beautiful Erin how I've missed you."

And though he expected jealousy, though he expected to feel a pang of envy for this beautiful creature that Baro treasured so evidently, Harry did not. He watched the blonde smile as he was put back on his feet, his small hands wrapping around his stomach as he wrinkled his snub nose in amusement at what Baro was saying, and he was infatuated. Something in this small man glowed, as though no matter how hard one looked, they would never find a happier person.

Of course, it would be at that moment, when Harry was staring so obviously, that Erin would choose to turn and greet Myvi, his blue eyes immediately snapping towards where Harry was peering around Myvi's folded arms. Erin's smile vanished, his pale gaze full of questions as he stepped forward. Harry held still even as Myvi stepped aside, moving only to tilt his head back and keep eye contact when the blonde moved within breathing distance of him. A sliver of annoyance raced through him as he stared up into pale blue eyes. Was he taller than anybody anymore? Erin closed his eyes and inhaled, his lips breaking into a lazy grin as he pushed forth a tendril of magic, only for Harry's own magic to wrap prettily around his, like two lovers that had been too long apart.

Before the smaller submissive could protest, lips were against his own and Erin's soft, lazy grin was now pressing his mouth open enough to lick a delicate trace across his bottom lip. From not too far away, Harry's suddenly fogged mind heard a low growl of approval from Baro as he sank into the scent that was Erin.

"Damn it all Erin! You've left muffin mix scattered all over the table, how many times have I told you not to… Baro? Myvi?"

The kiss was broken by the aggravated tones of a new arrival into the huge room and Harry blinked, confused as Erin moved away and he was left looking across the hall into a pair of dark brown eyes. He could only stare.

"Theo," Erin purred, "come meet our new mate."
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