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Within the Lies	By : Sylvia Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 49682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money off of this. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Besides, if I did own it then it would have been a lot kinkier… just sayin’…

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Seriously unbetaed, and I don't have time to change the thoughts into thoughts ... I'll go back and fix all that after I get some sleep. *~.~* Hope you all enjoy this super long chapter! Sorry for the late update ^^;; lol

Key:

' thoughts '

" talking "

~ telepathy ~

* parseltongue * (when I'm lazy and do not wish to play with the translator)

Within the Lies

Chapter Sex: Voice Within

~*~*~*~

“Hey Snips, after you’re done talking to Harry can we have a few minutes in private?”

Harry could hear the words, but for some reason they sounded so… distant. Not that he felt it necessary to open his eyes to find out why.   He wanted a few more minutes…

“There are some things we will need to discuss with him as well.”

Why would they need to discuss things with him? No one talked things over with him. People always made decisions, which involved him, and expected him to go with the flow. Why would anyone care now?

~ Because they are your Mates.~

‘Who’s there?’ Harry wondered, though he wasn’t surprised really. If Voldemort could take a stroll through his mind whenever the snake-bastard felt like it, why couldn’t other people?

Though Harry had to admit the voice inside his head was beautiful, almost like music, and he would choose said voice over Voldemort’s any day.

“No. You two just want to make use of the overly large bed… why it is in here is beyond me, really.” After hearing Snips, Harry was sure… he much preferred the pretty voice inside his head.

Snips was nice and all, but his voice just was not as soothing.

Moreover, what had the goblin meant by bed? Were they back at Grimmauld Place? On the other hand, had they even left? Harry would venture to guess they hadn’t and it had all been one freaky dream. Harry could explain away why the goblin was there as well. It was simple really; Mr. Snipsickle had come to see him instead because of the… “incident” at his relative’s house.

~You were not dreaming then, nor are you now.~

‘With all due respect, pretty voice in my head, but a lot of people already think I’m barmy… Heck, right now even I think I’m mental, so… could you not talk to me?’ Harry’s voice was pleading, even if it was inside his head, but he didn’t care. There was just too much going on and he really didn’t think he could handle yet another strange problem.

~I am not going away, because I am here for you. I am here to guide you…~

‘Guide me? Like, what, a spirit guide or something?’ Harry questioned. However, he wouldn’t complain if the voice were offering to help. Heaven knew he needed all the help he could get right now, even if it was from a voice inside his head.

~I would prefer you not refer to me as such. I am not a figment of your imagination, nor am I some “voice” your psyche has created. However, you may call me Sy.~ The voice, Sy, laughed lightly. ~That was Fairiss’ nickname for me.~

‘Killer?’ Harry asked without thinking… To be fair the filter between his brain and his mouth was nonexistent, seeing as he wasn’t communicating via said mouth. Still… it wouldn’t hurt for him to try to censor his thoughts every now and then.

~And she was quite proficient at it, I must say.~   Well, at least Sy hadn’t taken the comment poorly.

‘Wait… Sy? As in my ancestor Syren?’ Harry questioned, the fog and initial confusion that came from re-entering the world of consciousness having lifted.

~The one and only, child mine… Nevertheless, do not fret, I am merely here to help you.~

‘A thousand year old ancestor is in my head to help me. Yes, but of course… help me right into St. Mungo’s psychotic ward.’

~It is not my fault Humans take so long to produce a proper heir.~ Sy’s voice, though still beautiful, held an edge to it.

This gave Harry the impression that the woman was trying to be sweet, though she could quite possibly tear him to shreds with what she COULD say. With this bit of insight, Harry decided it was probably in his best interest to tread lightly.

~You have no reason to fear me, child mine. As I said, I am here to help. My ire is not directed at you, merely the exceedingly long time it takes in which a proper heir of mine can be born into your world.~ The lovely voice sighed. ~I miss my Mates and wish to return to them.~

This caught Harry’s attention and raised several questions. Like what did she mean by that? Was Syren a ghost who could not move on until she had performed a duty, such as guiding him? Or was there something else holding her back from rejoining her Mates?

~You are an open tome, child mine. You wear your thoughts on your sleeve, and you have yet to develop a way to block others from viewing them.~ Sy’s tone was a matter of fact, and Harry knew he couldn’t deny it.

But it wasn’t his fault he had a terrible teacher for Occlumency.

~It was neither your fault, nor his I am certain. Your powers have yet to fully develop; some have even been suppressed, so it is no wonder…~

‘Suppressed? What do you mean some of my powers have been suppressed? Why would they be?’ Harry questioned, slightly panicked.

If that were true, how long had they been that way? How much magic did he really have? And, more importantly, why hadn’t he known about it sooner? It would have been quite helpful in several different altercations throughout his short life.

~There was some outside interference,~ Sy commented and Harry could practically feel her sifting through his thoughts for an answer. ~But you have blocked some of them as well...Fear, I would venture to say.~ Sy’s answer was rather nonchalant.

‘… What could I possibly fear enough to keep me from using my magic to the fullest against other fears?‘ Harry had waited for her to elaborate, but grew impatient when she didn’t seem to be forthcoming with any more details, so he‘d had to ask.

~The unknown… Humans fear what they do not understand. I have witnessed this first hand, though I was not put off by it. Tis their nature, there is nothing they can do to change that. In addition, Humans have raised you, so it is no wonder you have acquired some of their traits. ~

Harry mentally balked. ‘So you mean to tell me my fear of the unknown has put me in mortal danger time and time again?’

There was a brief silence and then the melodious sound of laughter encompassed his mind.

~No, child mine, the reason you would seek out danger is because you are my heir. We are curious beings by nature and love to explore what we should not. Tis how I ended up among Humans, after all.~

‘I do not go looking for trouble.’ Harry defended.

~And yet it always finds you, am I right? Tis only natural for us, child mine, so do not fret. Though when you find your Mates, you’ll not have to worry much about the dangers of the world. Your Mates will stand with you against any unknowns, or Humans, that threaten you.~

Syren kept saying “Humans” as if neither she, nor himself, were part of the breed of beings. Harry found it strange, even though he KNEW he had Creature blood now, but… it was still rather odd and would take some getting used to.

‘Snipsickle… he said you weren’t of this world. What did he mean by that?’

~Just what he said. I have never been part of the planet called Earth, nor the dimensional realm in which it resides. I could visit, and did so happily, via Contract but… for me to truly become a member of your realm I need to be born into it.~

‘Er… so you really are a ghost?’ Harry couldn’t believe he might have actually been right on that one.

~No, child mine. Currently I am very much alive, sadly…~

A thousand year old woman…actually she was likely older than that, when one thought about it… was not only in his head, but she was still ALIVE?! What was the world coming to?

~Again, I am not a part of that world.~ Syren’s voice cut into Harry’s thought process and the brunette was actually somewhat grateful for the interruption.

‘If you are not part of this world, then what are you a part of? And what are you? Don’t tell me I’m chatting with an angel in my head or something.’ Knowing his luck, if he WERE communicating with an angel in his head, it would be the bloody Angel of Death.

~My dimension has not a name one of your realm could properly pronounce, but for the purpose of identification, you can call it… Aridethdar.~

‘Sounds Elvin.’

~It is.~

Harry wasn’t sure his life could get much weirder. He was the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Come-Into-a-Creature-Inheritance and said Creature who had started his bloodline, so to speak, was happily chatting with him in his head. Not only that, but the female Creature knew Elvin.

Wouldn’t the Elves just get a kick out of that? Too bad there weren’t any who lived near Hogwarts; but they were an elusive bunch, so it really didn’t surprise Harry one bit. After all, he’d never actually had the chance to meet one. All the information he’d acquired about the noble race had been from books and a few discussions here and there with Hagrid. But what he had learned, without a doubt, was their language was quite complex and few Humans had ever tried to learn it.

Then again, his ancestor wasn’t Human.

‘So what are you?’ That was the one question that Harry REALLY wanted to know.

Because apparently whatever Creature she is, inevitably, is what Harry had just become.

‘An Elf from another dimension?’ He hazarded a guess; though he had a feeling he was way off.

~No. I am … ~ Syren paused, as if thinking on what she was about to say.

Harry didn’t care if she wanted to think about how she would put it to him or not. He wanted answers and he wanted them now! So what was the best way to get what he wanted? Why, annoy the heck out of her until she told him of course!

‘Are you the Angel of Death?’

~I am no angel .~

‘A Succubus?’

~No… even if my Mates would probably dispute this fact.~

‘An Ice Demon?’

~Getting warmer…~

‘Don’t you mean getting colder?’ Harry mentally chuckled, but he realized this little guessing game was getting him nowhere and appeared to amuse Sy rather than annoy her. It seemed as if he would have to do something rather Slytherin… hit low and play on the woman’s vanity. ‘A big headed alien with black eyes and green skin that…’

~Absolutely not!~ She replied indignantly.

THAT got her.

~I was trying to find a way to break it to you gently, since from what I have seen of your memories you will not like the answer. ~

‘I doubt I will have any misgivings whatsoever about whatever Creature you are. Since, apparently, I am said Creature now as well. And as long as it isn’t a House Elf, though I have been treated like one most of my life anyway, then I’m certain I can deal with it.’

~Are you sure?~

‘Yes.’

~Positive?~

‘Quite.’

~Beyond a doubt?~

‘Would you tell me already?!’

~I just do not wish for you to regret it, nor do I desire for you to blame me for divulging the information to you.~

‘I promise, I will not be upset with you for what you’re about to tell me.’ Harry stated mentally and hoped this would appease the woman so she would finally tell him.

~Very well…~ Sy sighed within Harry’s mind. ~I will have you know I WAS the Queen of my race.~ It was here she snickered. ~Apparently you, child mine, are the NEW Queen of what the Humans have labelled as “Dementors.”.~

And it was here that Harry decided it would be a good time for another impromptu trip to the realm of unconsciousness.

~*~*~*~

“Is it normal for him to faint so often?” Snips’ voice is what woke Harry up, even though the young man wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with reality just yet and once again let his eyes remain closed for a little while longer.

“Not usually, but Harry is…”

“… Still in the changing process.”

“Ah, I see. I’d never heard of a case where one kept slipping in and out of consciousness.”

“That’s because normally a person sleeps for a day or two.” It was obvious to Harry that Fred was leading the conversation this time.

“But our Harry is different. He’s the type,”

“Who can’t stay still for any length of the time.” The twins chuckled in unison; and Harry had to agree.

In fact, he had stayed immobile long enough and it was beginning to grate on his nerves. Besides, he had had one wicked scary dream. What with a voice in his head and all that jazz.

Honestly, it was laughable when he thought back on it. Especially when the “lady in his head” had told him he was a Dementor.

~Not just any Dementor. You are the Dementor Queen.~

“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Harry bolted upright in the giant bed and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Sure, he’d probably scared the other occupants in the vault half to death, but he wasn’t concerned about it now. No, what he was more worried about was the fact that the voice was STILL there, inside his head, and it was still spouting nonsense.

~I resent that remark! I do not speak nonsense. In fact, what I speak is usually quite logical aside from a joke every now and again. And, before you even think it, no. This is NOT a joke. You, child mine, are the new Dementor Queen and I expect you to act with dignity befitting your station…~

By this time, Harry was just trying to focus on breathing. He was hyperventilating and he knew he needed to calm down before he worked himself into unconsciousness for the… what? Sixth or seventh time that day? Harry couldn’t remember, he’d lost count a while ago. And it didn’t matter. What mattered was calming down.

~You will act accordingly… ~ Sy paused, as if she had noticed what was going on. ~After you have a slight mental breakdown, apparently.~

Sy did not sound one bit amused, but Harry didn’t care. No, she had been partially right. However, he wasn’t having a breakdown. No, not at all. Instead, Harry was having a bloody panic attack!

‘It can’t be… I can’t be…’ His thoughts were jumbled, just bits a pieces here and there, which caused Sy to sigh.

Before Harry could inquire as to what her “sigh” had meant, because at this point he doubted it could be anything good, the beautiful voice started to sing. The melody resounded throughout his mind, filling his head and soothing him. It was such a soft song. The words were not of this world… if they could be called words at all… but Harry was grateful for the peace it brought him.

“That’s a little better…” Harry murmured in appreciation as he lay back down on the bed and let the music to sooth his frayed nerves.

Now that he could think a little more clearly, without the threat of full out panic looming over his head, Harry was able to contemplate what Sy had said... even if he still denied it. Harry just couldn’t believe it, because it didn’t seem possible.

He couldn’t be what he feared most. Not just that, but he would have known if his mother was a Dementor. Everyone would have, actually, as the things were somewhat hard to miss. Therefore, that’s how it was in Harry’s mind. As far as he was concerned, he was not a Dementor!

And, most importantly, just because he was willing to bottom for his twins did not make him a QUEEN of…well, ANYTHING!

~You are going to risk the lives of your mates just because you wish to live in a state of denial?~

That got Harry’s attention.

‘What do you mean?’ Harry had to know, because he wasn’t the type to risk another’s life for any reason, much less something he could control.

~If you refuse to accept what you are, then you will be unable to find your mates. If you do not find all of your mates, then your powers will destroy not only you, but them as well.~

‘This…’ He wanted to say it was insane, that there was no way, but Harry realized he would have to come to accept it if he were to help his loved ones. He might not like it, and it was all a little much, but to protect those precious to him… it would be worth it. ‘This is a lot to take in.’ The thought of helping others seeming to calm him down more than anything else had.

~I can imagine…~

“Harry, are you alright? First the scream and now…”

“You’re just kind of staring up at the canopy.” Fred laughed. “Not that we can blame you,”

“That massive canopy bed is wicked!”

Harry had to agree, once he was actually able to look around at his surroundings. The large bed he was on was a sensational sight. What with its gothic style and black silk sheets. Even the curtains surrounding it seemed to be made of the black, silky material.

“Can you imagine his creature form? All that pale skin and silver…”

“…Against that pitch black setting?” The twins moaned in unison and Harry knew they were thinking some very naughty thoughts. “Oh Harry…”   In addition, it appeared he was the star of their fantasies.

~Your Mates are quite intelligent… even if they are a little perverted. Do not worry; if I can handle Godric then I can certainly handle your “deviant duo.” ~   Sy laughed within his mind and Harry realized she had truly integrated herself with his thoughts. He couldn't even feel her looking through his mind like he had before, which was quite a feat seeing as he was used to sensing such disturbances.

‘I know they are smart but… what caused that particular statement?’ Harry asked, quite curious as to what had prompted it.

~The reason for the bed’s décor was because it complimented my colouring and I stood out quite nicely against it. My mates could not resist.~ She laughed. ~And my other mates could not either, thanks to the bed’s properties and the magic I had infused into it.~

“Mr. Potter… are you well enough to continue, or should we reschedule?” Snipsickle’s voice interrupted, but Harry couldn’t be upset.

After all, it wasn’t Snips’ fault. The goblin couldn’t have known Harry was deep in conversation within his head…

Yep. He was definitely starting to sound a bit off his rocker...

“I’m fine, Mr. Snipsickle. Besides, I don’t think rescheduling would be a good option for me seeing as I will be off to attend school here shortly.” And he would prefer to have as much information about this as he could beforehand.

"You still have a month, Harry."

"Yeah, you can rest a while and come back later." Fred and George were looking after him, and this made Harry smile, but he had a feeling they might have some ulterior motives as well.

Yes, it was best that he stick around here and get some much needed insight. Harry had a feeling that once he was back at Grimmauld, Hermione would have him buried under books and the twins would be buried inside of him.

Not that he was against the latter option. In fact, he was quite looking forward to it. However, for the moment it was best that he learn as much as he could about his ancestor. Sy would help Harry protect his Mates. She had the knowledge he needed about his race, about how to go about finding his mates, and most importantly… she knew about his powers and the block on them. Harry had a feeling that, if anyone could help him in that regard, it would be Syren.

“Very well.” Snipsickle nodded with a slight smile and gestured towards a picture on the wall.

Said picture was more like a portrait, only this one didn’t move like the ones at Hogwarts. It was a rather Muggle like painting, as far as Harry could tell. However, the person featured in it was far from mundane.

There, smiling at all of those within the vault was Syren in all her glory.

‘Wow. No wonder you were able to pick up that prick Slytherin.’

~He had a very nice one, actually.~

Harry cringed at the comment. He did NOT want to be thinking about his ancestors going at it… or anything remotely along those lines, for that matter.

~You started it.~

Syren was right, but Harry didn’t really want to admit that. Instead, he turned his attention back to his goblin friend.

“This is Syren’s portrait. Though it is not spelled to move, like some you have seen, it is said that one of her bloodline could “awaken” it.” Snipsickle commented and motioned for Harry to get up and come over to said painting.

~Before you do that, I should tell you …~

However, the moment Harry stood up, Syren’s words ceased.

‘Tell me what?’ Harry wondered.

Harry’s entire purpose for coming to Gringotts today was to acquire information, after all. Even if the sources were not what he had been expecting, Harry wasn’t about to knock it. In fact, being able to communicate with an ancestor could turn out to be far more beneficial than receiving information second hand. Harry remembered that children’s game Chinese Whispers and knew that, somewhere along the line, something was going to be messed up. Getting things straight from the source was always the best way to go.

‘Syren?’ Harry tried to catch the woman’s attention, but he couldn’t seem to get a response.

Had she left him? Just when he had accepted the fact that she would, by far, be the best candidate to teach him what he needed to know about his heritage? When Harry needed her to help him come to terms with what she said he was?

Harry sighed and sat back down on the bed.

‘What am I to do now?’

~Touch something of mine at all times, that is what you need to do!~ Sy’s voice was back, loud and clear, and she seemed a little perturbed but Harry was shocked.

“Sit down a little while Harry…”

“Yeah, don’t rush things. We’ve got all day.” George and Fred stated and Harry smiled.

Even if he was going completely bonkers, at least he had a pair of strapping young men to take care of him. Harry nodded to the duo, acknowledging he would take a rest, and then focused on his thoughts once more.

‘Why did you leave?’ Normally one would think the voice in their head going away was a good thing, but Harry had never been accused of being normal.

~You think communicating with you through dimensions is easy?~

Harry shook his head. Even if she couldn’t SEE the gesture, he knew she would be able to sense his answer in his mind. That and the people in the room would just think he was still trying to get his bearings straight.

~I need you to be in contact with something of mine for me to communicate with you.~

Ah, well that explained a few things! Like why she hadn’t been there to talk to him sooner… like, maybe throughout his life? Would have been nice to have an “imaginary friend” as a child. Even if she wasn’t a figment of his imagination, it would have been a little easier for him to accept the strange connection if it had been introduced when he was younger.

~I blame my decedent for that. Squib or not, I‘m certain she could have done something to help you.~ Sy sighed, obviously referring to his Aunt Petunia.

It was somewhat disconcerting that the woman could look inside his head, and the fact that she could possibly view back further than the past few years.… Harry didn’t really feel comfortable with people knowing about his past or the abuse he’d suffered at his relatives’ hands, and he sure as heck didn't want his ancestor to know.

~Too late. If you are wondering, their tomb of ice was no mistake.~ Sy's voice was deadly serious.

'You... you killed them?' Harry was shocked. How had is ancestor, from another bloody dimension, managed to take out the Dursleys?

~No, you did...~ Sy stated before offhandedly adding, ~...with my help.~

Harry decided to lie back for another moment as he started to feel a bit light-headed again.

~Oh, come now. No one could blame you, child mine. Even if it were just a slight possession, it was not your fault.~

'How?' That is all he wanted to know. He didn't want to know the woman's reasoning, of why she had done it, but rather HOW... just in case she decided to try and do it again.

~I was the catalyst needed to start your change. Your body summoned me into it on instinct, to help with the process, even if for only an instance. It was enough time, however, to see that whale of a Human heading towards you with deadly intent and for me to respond in kind.~

'So that power...'

~Was YOUR power.~   Sy firmly stated. ~But no matter, you are free from them and I am here for you now, child mine.~ She said sweetly. ~Now when you leave this bed and go to the portrait, I want you to whisper Ama aza… it will reveal a secret compartment with my necklace. Please wear it, child mine.~

‘Okay.’ Harry thought, grateful for the change of subject and a chance to get up and move.

As Harry made to get up once more, Fred and George were next to him in an instant and helped him to his feet.

“If you need us, Harry,” George started.

“We’re here for you.” Fred added.

“You can always lean on us.” They finished in unison and Harry knew they meant more than just the present.

Harry smiled as they walked over to the portrait. It was nice to have people around who truly cared for his well-being. He could get used to it, and unlike other things, which would disappear before he could become accustom to it; these two were not going anywhere.

‘I don’t know who ultimately decided I was worthy enough to be a creature with several mates to love and care for me, but I’m glad. Maybe karma is finally catching up after all these years, to make up for those horrid Muggles.’ Harry thought happily.

When he looked at the craziness his life had suddenly become, he realized it wasn’t such a bad thing. Sure he was a freak just like his “family” had always told him, but now it appeared that might be a good thing. He was a creature, yes. Moreover, that creature might even be a Dementor, which still scared the crap out of him, but at least that would explain why he was so bloody hard to kill.

Besides that, he had multiple mates who would love and cherish him. He would be smothered with the love he’d never received as a child. Yep, Harry just had to look on the bright side!

‘Keep looking on the bright side and you won’t bloody flip a lid about being a Dementor.’ Harry thought as he tried to stay calm. ‘And sure, the bleeding bastards might have tried to kill you a time or two, but…’ Harry’s eyes widened as he stopped suddenly in the middle of his mental “pep talk“. ‘If I’m their Queen, that means they will no longer try and harm me, right? If I am one of their own… I don’t have to fear them.’

Now THAT was a bright side!

All he needed was to talk to Syren to confirm his theory. If anyone would know if his assumptions were correct, she would.

Harry studied the portrait only for a moment before he whispered the words and the painting swung open, much like the picture of “The Fat Lady” who guarded Gryffindor Tower. Sure enough, there behind it was a secret compartment.

Well, it was more a hole in the wall really. A very deep and dark looking hole in the wall. One that had been there for quite some time and Harry hadn’t a clue what could be in there along with Sy’s necklace. Harry hesitantly lifted his hand up and let it hover in front of the “compartment.”

‘I’m a Gryffindor, for Merlin’s sake!’ Harry chastised himself for his reluctance to reach in. His House was known for its bravery, after all, and he knew Godric Gryffindor would frown upon him for his hesitation. ‘Wait… Sy had said something about Godric earlier. Did she mean the Founder?’

Now that was motivation to grab her necklace! He had too many questions not to. And some really good ones as well!

Harry reached in and grabbed hold of the thick object in the back of the dark compartment. He yanked it out without thinking and nearly screamed like a little girl.

~By the way, Salazar gave me the necklace.~ Sy commented once they were connected again and Harry knew bloody well the woman was smiling!

‘I couldn’t tell.’ Harry replied sarcastically as he watched the piece of “jewellery” coil around his forearm.

“Harry…”

“What is that?” George and Fred inquired, as both looked about ready to tear the thing from his arm at a moment’s notice should it try and do their mate harm.

“It’s a necklace.” Harry replied as he looked down at the “necklace” that happily gripped his arm.

The silver snake looked at him with emerald eyes, literally, and Harry couldn‘t help but be amused. It appeared the snake necklace had been forged from silver and had eyes made from precious green gems. A befitting present from the “Snake House” Founder.

‘Aside from the fact it’s a bloody snake, the green and silver colour scheme would have given it away.’ Harry noted as he stared at the piece of jewellery, all the while said decorative piece watched him.

*Strange child.*

Harry froze and he noticed, absently, that the twins had tensed up along with him. Sure, it wasn’t every day that a necklace talked but… to have it speak parseltongue? Now that was something.

~I should also mention that Salazar was also the one to make said necklace.~

Yeah, a little late for THAT particular revelation. Harry was sure he would have been able to figure out the Slytherin Founder had something to do with the necklace’s creation. After all, Harry doubted that anyone could charm the snake to speak parseltongue, correctly, without having been a parselmouth themselves.

*Look whose talking.* Harry hissed back in response to the snake’s comment.

*You are a Speaker…*

*Yes.* Harry replied. ‘First I have a voice in my head, and now I have jewellery that talks to me. Yep, people are going to think I’m completely sane.’ He thought sarcastically and, if Syren were physically there with him, he knew she would be on the floor.

Yeah, Sy was laughing THAT hard.

*Ah, so you are my creator’s heir. Pleasure to meet you. It will be an honour to be worn by you.* The snake bowed it’s head before slithering up Harry’s arm and wrapping itself securely around Harry’s neck before anyone had a chance to respond.

It was a good thing the silver snake was on their side. The barmy little bastard was fast!

“Wow, Harry…”

“That choker looks really…”

“Sexy.” The twins purred and pressed against him, Fred in front and with George behind him.

‘Well, this is an interesting turn of events.’ Harry mentally commented, though he wasn’t complaining.

In fact, he was all for a little cuddling. Heck, if he was lucky they might even get by with a snog and possibly some heavy petting before Snips sprayed them with a hose or something.

“Now you three cool it, there is much that needs to be explained and…”

Harry sighed. So much for getting away with some loving.

“Can’t you give us about thirty minutes? Please Snips?” Even though Fred politely asking the goblin, his voice sounded more like a cross between a growl and a hiss.

“We’re Creatures who have yet to fully claim our Mate, so you can’t blame us.” George pouted.

Snipsickle sighed and shook his head in defeat.

“Fine, you three have an hour. If you get done sooner, feel free to knock.” With that Snips practically bolted for the door, more than happy to leave the trio alone for a while since they were getting exceedingly amorous. Beyond that, Snips knew -due to George‘s little admission- there was nothing that could be done about it.

“Finally…” Fred growled once he head the door slam shut.

“We have you all to ourselves.” George purred and Harry gasped when the red head’s hands forwent all foreplay and dove straight into his trousers.

“George!” Harry tried to admonish the eager teen, but instead Harry’s voice sounded more like a moan to the older male.

~I am going to leave you be for now… contact me when you are through.~ With that Harry could practically see Sy close a door within his mind, and for that he was grateful.

Thanks to George's talented hands, Harry had completely forgotten about her. That could have been terribly embarrassing...

“So how do you want it, Harry?” Fred asked as he started to quickly disrobe the smaller male.

"Um..." Harry was being given choices? Now that was something new and, frankly, he was too horny right now to care!

“Do you want Fred to suck you while I fuck you?”

“Do you want to suck me while George fucks you?”

“Or do you want to feel both of us inside of you at the same time?” They asked in unison and Harry moaned.

As tempting as that sounded, Harry did not think his virgin arse could handle it. However, he might have to take the duo up on that offer some other time...

“I don’t care! Just… please!” Pent up sexual frustration usually lead to desperation, and Harry was quite desperate for relief at this point. The teasing deviants had not let up on him at all, and there was only so much a teenager could take! He wanted his mates and he wanted them NOW.

"Ooooh, that's it."

"Beg for us, Harry. Beg for what you want."

"I want..." Harry gasped.

Fred's hands were now massaging Harry's backside while George's brilliant hands were working wonders on his front. *I need release... Don't care how... just want...ah!*

Both twins moaned and sprung into action. Fred was on his knees in the blink of an eye while George continued his assault on Harry‘s manhood, though he changed it up a little. The feel of George’s hand stroking his shaft while the other held his hips in place had been nice, but the combined efforts of the stroking with the other hand kneading his balls was divine.

“Look how wanton Harry is, Fred. Amazing, don’t you think…” George purred in Harry’s ear while he gave a particularly long pull on Harry’s nether region.

*George!* Harry hissed out and said red head moaned.

“Yeah, just like that Harry. Hiss my name all you want.” George cooed as he moved one hand to start playing with Harry’s entrance.

“Two years, Harry… We’ve known you were ours for two years.” George sighed into Harry’s ear as his talented tongue darted out to lick the shell.

“We’ve had you in arms reach. You were constantly teasing us but we were unable to touch… We can wait no longer.” Fred purred as he brought out his wand.

With just a flick of his wrist the trio was naked and Harry moaned, desperate. The brunette couldn’t help it. The moment he’d been completely bared to the duo they had stopped.

*Don’t stop.* Harry whined and thrust his hips.

“We’re not stopping, Harry…” George breathed.

“We’re admiring.” Fred groaned and got to his feet.

*Wha…* Before Harry could finish his question he was scooped up into strong arms and gently deposited on the bed. *What are you…Oh!*

Harry withered on the bed as he tried his best to impale himself on George’s wand, which had so conveniently been shoved up his greedy little arse . The wicked stick was doing wonderful things to his body and he wanted it to go deeper.

“Harry, you naughty boy. If you react like this to my wand… I bet you can’t wait to have my cock shoved up your arse, can you?” George chuckled and Harry went to answer but the words refused to leave his mouth as Fred’s mouth engulfed his manhood.

*Fred!*

Within minutes Harry was little more than a squirming pile of mush and both twins chuckled.

“Since he’s distracted…” George began as he removed his wand and rubbed the head of his erection against Harry’s entrance. “Let’s begin.” He thrust inside of the smaller male and buried himself balls deep.

Harry’s back arched so prettily off the bed and both twins moaned in appreciation.

“You’ll never be free from us, Harry.” George moaned and started a steady pace.

Fred lifted his lips off of Harry with an audible “pop” and smiled. “Once you’re bound, you’ll be ours for life.” He purred and moved to position himself so his cock was right above Harry’s mouth and his mouth was moving against the smaller male’s shaft in kind.

“Do you accept?” Fred and George inquired.

*Yes… yes! Anything… please.* Harry moaned as he lifted his head to swallow Fred’s member.

“Ah… good,” Fred groaned before taking Harry into his mouth once more.

George sped up his thrusts as he sensed the other two wouldn’t last much longer. And he was right. Not but three thrusts later and he could feel Harry’s tight channel convulsing around him and heard the smaller male scream around Fred’s cock.

Fred moaned as well and the sight of the two boys drinking each other’s essence sent George over the edge, and he was more than happy to let Harry’s tight little arse milk him dry.

The trio collapsed onto the bed and the twins lazily moved with either side of their little Mate. They curled around Harry, protectively, and George thought to bring the covers up around them all.

“You’re ours.”   George hissed happily in Harry’s ear as they all three slipped into unconsciousness.

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A/N: I need to work on my sex scenes, yes XD lol But this was supposed to be a quickie. I don’t know about you all, but two years of sexual tension plus a first timer screams “quickie” to me XD lol Anyway…

More will be explained next chapter.

Winners for “What is Harry” contest will be announced in the interactive thread. You can find said thread here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/24399-review-responsesvotes-for-within-the-lies/   … Winners have been announced in the first post *^.^* Contest 3 has been added there as well.

The second contest is still going, so feel free to hop over to the interactive thread and check it out! Another change is that said thread no longer holds my review responses (though a link has been provided to the thread that does) The older thread is now a place for reviewers to chat with me, vote, participate in contests, take polls, interact, comment, and get sneak peeks here and there *^.^*

I appreciate all those who have participated in my contests, and I love hearing from everyone! As always, I will do my best to answer every review I get in some way. I like to acknowledge the time you have taken to read my story and respond *^.^* Thank you everyone! You’re what keeps this fic alive, and my muse happy! XD lol

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