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Fire Keeper	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13988 -:- 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 Six: A Home, A Family, An Apple Pastry

Theo Nott.

Bewildered, bright-eyed, beautiful Theo Nott who stood not four feet from where Harry froze.

He was alive.

More than alive, he was living. His bronze curls were freshly combed, his shirt immaculately worn and his skin as soft as it was when he had cast Harry that unsure glance in the library all those years ago. His face was devoid of the tension that had pinched his strong features and as Harry stood, unsure of how to move forward, his wide eyes narrowed in curiosity and a flicker of magic struck out to push against Harry's own.

And it was incredible.

Harry's eyes flickered shut, his pink lips parting in a small 'o' of surprise as Theo's magic flickered against his own warily, coaxing it from his very skin and raising goosebumps along his arms. He could do little to help the small whimper that left his lips when Theo's magic drew back and he was left alone in his body.

"Theo?"

His voice was not his own. Never before had he heard a whisper so desperate and confused fall from his lips, as though his whole world had been interrupted and he could not grasp the reigns to pull it back in place. Had he been so certain of Theo's death in the back of his mind that the sight of him had rendered the Great Harry Potter incapable of thinking?

His nose wrinkled at his own thoughts, drawing a small smirk from the Slytherin that had haunted his thoughts for four years and his lip drew back in a small snarl, his body moving before he could even comprehend what it was he expected it to do.

The blow he struck to Theo's chest was wild and inexperienced but hard enough to force a grunt from the man.

"You!" Harry snarled, lashing again with a closed fist only to have the taller man grasp his wrist with one large, pale hand. "Four years I've had to live with the thought that you were dead and buried! Four years!"

Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him away from Theo's gaping face and against a strong chest. "Easy, little one." Myvi's voice breathed gently by his ear, the soft skin of her cheek brushing against his own and easing the rapid stuttering of his heart, "There is no need for such violence among us, whatever it is that Theo has done I am sure he will work to fix it. He is a good man."

And with those simple words, Harry's sudden flare of anger trickled out of existence, his body falling into the taller woman's embrace and his eyes filling with tears; stupid, unnecessary tears that broke in quiet sobs in his throat and made him feel smaller than he was, younger than he was and desperately lost.

"I didn't mean it," Harry whispered brokenly, his eyes bright but focused not on the people who now surrounded him, but on the faces of those he had lost in his life and in the war. For so long he had placed Theo's gentle face in with those memories, lost and forever gone from his grasp. He had believed beyond all doubt that he would never know why the boy had affected him so, nor why he had carried the assumed death of Theodore Nott like a widow would carry grief for a deceased husband. Theo had been a weight in his mind, another burden to carry for what he had done. To suddenly have that weight gone, lifted and replaced instead by the smallest sliver of hope, that left Harry horribly lost. "I didn't mean it..." he said again, though whether he was referring to his sudden outburst or all that had led up to the death of his greatest enemy, Harry himself did not know.

He was moved so swiftly and easily into Baro's outstretched arms and walked like a babe to a living room couch doused in the smell of lavender that he did not notice until gentle fingers carded through his black curls.

"Harry..." Theo breathed softly against his cheek, his pale fingers wiping away the tear tracks there with a mournful sigh. Harry watched him with wary eyes, his body pressed against Baro's in a manner he would have found humiliating had he been in the right state of mind. "Harry, I didn't know... I'm so sorry, I didn't know..."

Baro's skin flared with a gentle warmth beneath Harry's hands and he grasped onto it, seeking anything that would pull him from the cold nothingness of his memories and nightmares. He didn't blame Theo for not realising that a connection had occurred between them, Harry himself hadn't realised it until he had found himself searching through the bodies at Hogwarts for his face. He hadn't realised why such a connection had struck him so deeply until he had laid eyes on Theo again only moments ago. His magic strained against him in an attempt to seek the Slytherin. Much like the connection he had felt towards Myvi and Baro and even Erin the moment their magic had wrapped around his own, so was that same connection trying to establish itself with Theo, desperate for acceptance.

He watched Theo's pink lips move as the taller man spoke in low tones with Baro, his head shaking soft bronze strands of hair into his face as he attempted to think of when Harry had been marked, and why he had not seen the connection sooner. Baro's chest rumbled gently as he spoke in calm tones, his eyes soft as he placed a hand against Theo's cheek, smoothing a finger over the worried lines that had furrowed his brow. The words, Harry listened to idly, his magic settling to a gentle thrum and his eyes fluttering as he basked without knowing in the calm well of Baro's feelings and the unusual scents of the mateship. His mateship. His mates.

He let loose a soft thrill of happiness, a sound distinctly inhuman and purely emotional that halted the conversation and brought Theo's smiling face closer to his own to lay a gentle kiss on his forehead. Like with Erin only moments before, Theo's magic struck out to wrap around Harry's, stronger and harsher than the delicate dance between two submissive's and more similar to Myvi's captivating claim. With a sigh that left his lips parted, Harry's eyes fell shut and he drifted to sleep.

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He awoke to the smell of cooked apples.

Stirring gently against the soft material of what could only be a couch, Harry inhaled and opened bleary eyes to seek out the cause of the scent with a sleep-addled brain.

"Mornin' beautiful! Well... evening really."

Green eyes snapped upwards, Harry's mouth parting with the realisation that it had not been cushions he was resting his head on, but another man's lap.

Erin stared down at him with blue eyes a thousand times brighter than Myvi's dark gaze, his pink lips stretched in a wide smile. Against the side of his face, Harry could feel the ruffled material of the blonde man's shirt stretched across his wide stomach.

"I suppose you're hungry, aren't you? Must be, you've slept a while and if you're anything like me I bet you're just dying for something sweet. How about an apple pastry, hmm? Or a cookie? Though I warn you, there may not be many of those left with the two food thieves over there."

"I resent that."

Harry snapped bewildered eyes from his fellow submissive towards where the voice had come from, his mouth quirking in a small smile despite himself when his gaze met a pair of curious brown eyes.

"Theo."

The man moved from his seat with ease, resting gentle fingers against Erin's arm as he crouched before the smaller man still lying down. "How are you, Harry?"

"Happy." The answer left his lips before he could think on it, its simple truth making him smile despite the strangeness of his situation. He grinned at the Slytherin he had barely known and placed a tentative hand against the pregnant bump as Erin reached beside them for the pastries. Harry let loose something akin to a strangled laugh, his head shaking in disbelief, "I'm happy."

"Good to hear it, little one." Myvi ruffled his hair fondly as she took the plate of baked goods from Erin's unsteady grasp, easing into the couch by Harry's feet and leaving Theo to remain seated on the floor, his head pressed against her legs. "Baro was indeed worried when you drifted off so suddenly, but Erin convinced him to simply let you sleep rather than be subject to the village doctor. As lovely a man as he is, he tends to get... overexcited."

Theo snorted from where he sat, his eyes following Harry as the smallest and possibly final member of their mateship moved to sit up slowly, his arm leaning against Erin's in an almost subconscious gesture. "Overexcited? The man's a bloody nuisance. Good at his job, I'll give him that but never have I heard someone to talk about so much in so little time."

"You'll be glad of mister Perrioh when he's the one dealing with me in labour, Theo," Erin gentle voice was laden with threat, "or would you rather I tell him how highly you think of him and have you deliver the baby, hmm?"

Theo's brown eyes narrowed in a half-hearted glare, "no, Erin, pet, he's a wonderful man."

Erin nodded primly as he snatched an apple pastry from the plate Myvi held aloft, offering it to Harry with a small smile. "Forgive the craziness, beautiful, I've no doubt the house will be wild for a tad in an attempt to show off but I'll keep those silly dominants in their places."

Harry could do little but smile weakly and accept the treat, tearing off little pieces that he bit into softly. Erin may have been odd to his senses but his magic was so alike Harry's own streak of Destined power that he all but gravitated towards the blonde, smiling each time Erin smiled and laughing until the pit of nerves that had wriggled in his stomach dissolved into nothing. He could scarcely believe that only days ago he had never in his life met two of these people and had barely spoken to the third. It felt as though his entire life from the moment he had defeated Voldemort had been waiting for this moment right now where he sat comfortably between Myvi and Erin, Theo's hand resting on his knee. But it had been before Voldemort's defeat that he had craved this, he now knew, ever since he was fourteen and had faced that first Triwizard tournament task.

He owed that Hungarian Horntail every ounce of happiness he now felt.

Later, when the sky had darkened to black and Baro had returned from filing Harry's name with the rest of his mateship in the Centre Hall of the village, Myvi took the sudden lull of silence to hunt Theo towards the back of the manor for exercise and defence techniques. Harry sat with his back against the arm of the couch, his legs kicked up and Erin's humming form between them as he brushed out his impressive length of blonde hair. The green eyed submissive watched Baro as the man slept peacefully in a nearby armchair, his blood red curls spilling down his front and rising softly with each indrawn breath.

"Erin?"

"Hmm?"

"Why does the link I feel to Myvi feel different to the link between myself and you or Theo?"

"Ah," Erin's soft lips lifted in a smile as he cast a sly glance towards Baro's sleeping form and dropped his brush neatly to the floor. He tilted his head to look back Harry, his blue eyes incredibly pale in the overhead lamp light.

"Dragonette magic works in the most incredible ways Harry. When you connected with Baro, it was because he was what you needed. Baro was what you craved, a home, a family, happiness and love. That's what he offered you and your magic could not say no. When Myvi linked with Baro, she did not want to be coddled. She did not want to be a mother or a maid or a wife. Myvi is a warrior, through and through, and, in my opinion, she's no more human than Baro himself is. She should have been a Dragonette...

When she met Baro, she wanted a chance to prove herself. She wanted something to protect and to fight for. Something to love, yes, but her link is different Harry because she desires something different from you than myself and Theo. Where we desire the ordinary notions of love and companionship and family, she desires only that you need her to protect you and stand guard."

"So..." Harry began slowly, his brow furrowing in thought. "You're telling me that Myvi will never form a bond with us like the one between a husband and wife, a..."

"A sexual bond, Harry," Erin's bright eyes glittered with humour. "Myvi is not sexual, she doesn't desire sex or a child or anything most dominants crave. She's a different breed altogether but she will love you unconditionally for it. Myvi would lay down her life for us, much like Baro, though where he will see our deaths as a loss to mourn; she will see them as a failure to us. She is our protector, our guardian."

Harry's fingers stilled where they had been threading subconsciously through Erin's pale hair, his eyes narrowed in thought. "That's... sort of nice..."

Erin's laugh was a delicate snort, filled with humour and wrinkling his snub nose. "Well, yes, everything about a mateship is sort of nice, beautiful. You'll never find a family more connected and willing to love each other than a Dragonette circle. I do often wish Myvi would have a good old romp though, instead of taking out her pent up energy on that stupid battle room."

"Battle room?"

"Yes, the room they've gone off to now." Erin cast a pointed glare in the direction the two dominants had headed, his small hands dipping down to rest on his bump. "They train everyday, as though there's something they have to be ready for, a fight that hasn't ended yet. I know it's so they can be strong and quick to defend us but it creeps me out." A small shiver raced down the submissive's slender form, his eyes drifting towards where Baro rested and his lips drawing up in a soft smile. "I'm so glad he brought you home..."

Harry had been staring at the bump beneath Erin's laced fingers, his thoughts not on battle, but on how it would feel to step aside and have someone else fight for you. He'd never have considered the notion before. He rested his cheek slowly against Erin's own, his movements hesitant. "So am I."

A/N: I am so sorry this is so late I've been concentrating more on finishing up college assessments but I'm all sorted now and finsihed for summer so I will do my best to get this up and running again! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and hopefully this chapter answers a few more questions :)
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