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Hidden Truths	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 79878 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Chapter 7

Tossing one of the books on bonds aside, Severus looked at the notes he had taken. So far he wasn't coming up with much other than what they already knew. That was frustrating. Even more was the fact that whatever the twins and, seemingly, others in the house knew they weren't imparting. He was damned sure, because he had several things trying to connect, that whatever they knew would be most helpful in managing that. It was just getting it out of them.

Rubbing a hand over his mouth as he gazed at the multitude of books scattered hither and yon over the table, he tried to think how to go about getting what was really going on out of the two redheaded demons seated across from him. So far, he knew no way to manage that. Nothing he tried up to this point had worked. Shaking his head, he grabbed another book, though he didn't open it. Mind honing in on the bit with Potter, he asked, quietly, “Why doesn't anyone want Albus involved in helping Potter? He can probably provide a big assist.”

“It's personal,” George told him, shoving the book he had been going through aside when there wasn't anything at all useful in it that he could find.

“It's his right,” Fred added with a heavy sigh as he went through the mass of notes they had on this nightmare.

Brow drawn down, Severus looked between the two. That was decidedly odd. Everyone knew that Albus, though he could be manipulative, would help all he could. Especially when it came to Potter. He was damned sure that everyone that attended Hogwarts knew Potter was his Golden Boy and he would do almost anything for him. He had been the same way about James. This was most curious. Shaking his head, he asked, changing tracks, hoping to throw the two off and get some information in a roundabout way, “What are we going to do about your shop?”

“We can't leave it in the hands of the clerks for long,” Fred sighed, slumping.

“Yeah, it's something we have to attend to,” George nodded.

“We thought, maybe, as we're getting a slightly longer tether, we go and just stay in the back room.” Fred said.

“It's our thought that even if we're there and working on something in the back room, we can manage if there's a problem,” George added.

“That way we can keep an eye on what's going on,” Fred injected.
“And if we have to go out front for whatever, you could Disillusion yourself,” George said, looking at the man.

“That way people don't get scared off with you being there,” Fred sighed.

“And you don't have to deal with them,” George added, hoping to make it sound better.

Looking between the two, Severus sighed. He didn't like the idea, that's for damned sure, what with past interaction with just what the two menaces could do, he would deal accordingly, though. Besides, this would get him out of the bloody house. As they had been confined here since the nightmare happened, that sounded wonderful, even if it just meant being in that shop and going nowhere else. With a resigned nod, he said, “I can accept that.”

“We can bring part of this mess with us so you have something to do,” Fred told him.

“As I'm sure you don't want to help with some of what we're working on,” George chuckled, grinning slightly.

“I don't,” Severus told them with a glower. Thinking it over, glancing between the two, he sighed again. Pondering what was going on, he asked, “If we can come to some kind of compromise over this nightmare that would ensure that I poked nothing intentionally, would you give up what is really going on and what you know?” He hoped that they would at least give him some kind of hints as to what he might have to do to get some information.

Looking at his brother, who was glancing at him, Fred then said, “If we could come up with something so you don't poke or tell anyone else that's not in this house and are affected, we would.”

“We just don't see that happening,” George added.

“You forget how long we've known you,” Fred snorted.

“And know what you're like,” George said with a shake of his head.

Thinking it over, remembering some of what Lucius said the day before, Severus tried to come up with something that would work. If the hints Lucius gave were correct, something huge was not only going on, but coming as well. And the man told him plainly it affected all of them in the house. That meant that he had to know. Had. To. Rubbing a hand over his face, he shook his head. There had to be a way to go about this so he got the information he wanted.

“I just don't see that happening,” Fred snorted.

“You'll poke, even if you don't mean to,” George added.

“Especially if it involves Harry and Sirius,” both said together.

Groaning at that, Severus leaned back and folded his arms over his chest, thinking. He was at the point that he was pondering the suggestion of the Silencio to get the information. In fact, he was tossing it about seriously. He just didn't want to give the two that kind of power over him. Looking at the notes, remembering what was said about a privacy spell, his brow drew down. Distractedly, he asked, “If we can find a kind of privacy spell that will prevent me from imparting or poking, one that's applied to all of us, will you give it up?” That way all of them involved would be on the same footing and he wasn't the only one affected. He thought that was something he could deal with.

Looking at his brother, who was glancing at him, Fred then nodded, “We can work with that.”

“If we can find one, we'll do it,” George told him.

Now determined, knowing this was the only way he would get the information he felt he needed, Severus quickly quilled notes to both Narcissa and Lucius. They might be able to find something. Once they did, he would insist on being filled in completely. After he knew the full scope of what was happening, he would press on.

Seated with Cissy, at a table the elves had brought in, Bill, Harry and Sirius were going over with her all they had so far. As this was working and Cissy was coming up with some bits for them, though nothing too helpful, they would continue on with it.

Putting a hand on her cousin's arm as she read through some of what was there, such as the request from Severus, Narcissa said, brow furrowed, “This is so—just so involved that it's hard to piece it together.”

After giving Cissy's hand a pat, Sirius groaned, “You have that right. It's a right bloody mess is what it is. Remus and Lucius are doing good keeping track of what goes where, but everything coming in is just so—all over the damned place.”

Looking down at where her hand was placed on Sirius, Narcissa wasn't sure what to make of it. She knew what happened with Fleur and the reaction with her, well, ex-husband. The latter she assumed was the bond with Remus. Since this mess started, the only outside touching had been on the bond mark. No one had tried otherwise because of a fear of what it might unleash. Distractedly, she said, “I wonder why I can touch you without setting off a problem of some kind.”

Rubbing his chin as he glanced at her hand, Sirius said, “I don't know, honestly.” Looking up at Bill and Harry, he asked, “Any reaction on your ends?”

“I'm good here,” Bill admitted, a perplexed look on his face.

“No problems on my end,” Harry added, glancing between their faces.

“Why don't you try that with those two and see,” Sirius suggested.

Nodding, Narcissa stood then did the same with Harry and Bill, though wary of what she might set off. When there was nothing, after sitting back down where she had been before, she said, “Nothing.”

“I wonder why and if we should try it with the others, save Remus and Lucius,” Bill said, glancing around. “The last—well, that's probably the bond and prior relationship.”

Thinking it over, Sirius said, distractedly, “Maybe it's because you're not a threat of any kind. I don't know. I don't see you that way. I assume Harry and Bill are the same.”

“No, no threat on this end,” Bill snorted, grinning a little as Harry nodded in agreement.

“That might be the key,” Narcissa said with a vigorous nod. “I'm not threatening to any of you. As the relationships were already established and I haven't caused problems, it might mean I won't cause a reaction.”

“It also might mean you can get close to the other two couples and get the information directly, other than the one,” Bill suggested. “That can only help.”

“It can,” Narcissa said. “Let me see if I can try that this afternoon. If I can, even with one of them, it can help me judge what I need. It'll be better than going about it this way.”

Putting a hand on Cissy's shoulder, Sirius gave it a squeeze. Looking at her, he asked, changing topics, keeping his tone soft, “You doing alright, Cissy? This is—well, you know.”

Looking at her cousin, Narcissa gave a bit of a sad smile then said, “As well as can be expected. I'll get through it like I have so much. It's not easy, that I admit, but I'll manage. I've been looking at it from the perspective of it's no worse than what any of the rest of you are dealing with. None of us wanted this mess and aren't happy with it.”

“If you need to talk, come find us. We'll listen and it'll go no further, I swear,” Sirius told her honestly. “You don't have anyone else to go to, I get that. It'll help.”

“I may take you up on that,” Narcissa told him after seeing nods from Harry and Bill. This was—well, it was unexpected. She and Sirius had never gotten along well, even as kids. That had been magnified at school and after—that was obvious. Now, though, it was the cousin she hadn't liked that was offering what no one else would. That felt good. Reaching over, she put her hand over Sirius' and gave it a squeeze. Quietly, she said, “Thank you, Sirius.”

Taking Cissy's hand, Sirius gave it a squeeze back and said, “Nothing to thank me for. I know you love Lucius. It has to be hard.”

Without thinking about it, Narcissa leaned over and gave Sirius a kiss on the cheek. However, after she did, she stiffened up, eyes wide, remembering the reaction that happened when Fleur did that. Glancing at Bill and Harry, though, she saw none of what manifested last time. Quietly, she asked, “No reaction?”

“None,” Harry admitted, looking at her. “I'm good with it.”

“Same here,” Bill nodded. Grinning just a little, he said, “You're not a threat. It has to be that.”

“It does,” Narcissa said, straightening up. Quickly quilling a note, she sent it off to Lucius and Remus. “This is good, though. If the theory is right, we just have to watch for the ones we see as a threat.”

“That should make it easier and we don't have to be as on edge,” Sirius said, pleased with that. “However, we're going to have to heed signals because all of us may see who is a threat differently. And we have no idea who the other couples may perceive as one.”

“It's at least a step in the right direction,” Bill said. Picking up the notes on the bond marks, he asked, “You getting anywhere with these?”

“Not really,” Narcissa sighed. Then she began walking them through what she did know.

“Now look,” Charlie snarled, glaring across the table at Draco. “I've had it, Draco! I get this is bad, alright? And I'm not what you're used to. I also understand that you're accustomed to going about things differently and getting what you want, but it's not going to work with me. I'm not here to entertain you. And I am also not a servant that does your bidding. You better get that through your head quick smart.”

Huffing, crossing his arms over his chest, Draco shot Charlie a withering look. “You need to understand that I'm used to things going a certain way and that has to continue.”

Cutting him off before he could go any further, Charlie snapped, “Oh no. Don't go there. I am not your mother and father. I'm also not going to go by what you are 'used to'. That's all there is to it. This bond is a two-way street and you need to remember that. I'm involved as well. There is no way in hell that I'm going to do just what you say or go about anything just because you're used to it. We can compromise on plenty, but you will treat me with respect and take into account what I want with certain areas. That includes what we do. You also need to listen when I tell you some bits. If we can't get a longer tether by the time I go back to work, you'll be in serious danger if you don't listen. You will not order me around like you do others. And you'll use a civil tone. You do that, we'll get along better.”

Looking out and out furious, Draco snarled, “You need to talk to father. I need things to go a certain way and you have to abide by that.”

“Like hell I do!” Charlie shouted, his temper starting to flare. “I don't have to do shite, Draco. Just because you're used to it, doesn't mean it'll continue. Get used to that!” Then, suddenly, the chair he was in began to shake. Before he knew it, he was yanked towards Draco as the younger man's chair did the same. “Shite,” he muttered, knowing the bond had just shortened the tether they were on. This they didn't need.

“See what you did?” Draco snarled, looking irate. “Just agree that we do it my way and this will stop!”

“Oh, hell no!” Charlie snapped. “You're going to learn that this is equal if it's the last thing we do! I'm not a servant, Draco. Or one of the minions you have at school that will do your bidding. Get that through your skull!”

“I'm going to talk to my father about this,” Draco growled, using the time honored threat that worked with most to get what he wanted.

“And I don't give a shite if you tell him,” Charlie shot right back. “Even if he says something to me, it doesn't mean I have to listen to it or do what he says! I'm bonded to you, not him. He has exactly no say in anything I do.”

Not sure what to say to counter that, Draco just glared murderously at Charlie, grinding his teeth. Most listened to him when he said those kinds of things and backed off, afraid of what his father would do. Charlie, apparently, wasn't worried about it. Now he didn't know how to work with what was here. And he sure wasn't used to people telling him no when it came to such matters. That wasn't something he could deal with. It was something that left him frustrated.

Rather than calm down, he let the impulse take over and snagged his wand. Leveling it at Charlie before he thought it completely through, he uttered the first letter of the jinx when the wand was yanked out of his hand by something and landed in Charlie's hand. Eyes wide, he looked at his bondmate, not sure what to make of that. Charlie didn't even have his wand out or look like he was ready to do anything. Sputtering, he demanded, “Give me my wand back!”

Looking down at the wand in his hand, Charlie was bug eyed. He hadn't had a chance to react yet, so he didn't even start to think about the disarming spell. Yet the wand was there. What the hell? He assumed, with what they all saw of Severus, George and Fred, that they could throw spells at each other. After all, they had seen the results of that. This, though—he didn't know. Looking at Draco, he was about to pass the brat's wand back, after getting a promise to knock the shite off, but found he couldn't. That was a physical thing, too. He literally couldn't make his arm move to pass it back. Shaking his head, not sure what to do, he sat it down on the table and planned to push it over to Draco, but that didn't work either. Oh, bloody hell! Eyes widening more, he said, voice slightly stammering, “Try to get the wand. I can't pass it back.”

Almost panicking over not having his wand, Draco reached for it, planning to grab it quickly. However, as he did he met a barrier that felt like it burned then it blew him back several feet. After landing arse first on the floor, he stood up, actually squeaking, and shouted, “I need my wand!”

“I can't give it to you,” Charlie told him, shaking his head, not sure what to do.

“No! Just—no! I have to have my wand!” Draco uttered, voice rising in pitch.

Picking the wand back up, Charlie tried to pass it back once more, only to realize he couldn't let go of it again. “We need help,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Not sure what to do, Draco stared at Charlie, starting to hyperventilate. This was bad!

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, Remus looked between the totally stunned Charlie and the all out panicking Draco. This was not good. They had tried everything all four of them could think of to pass Draco his wand back and nothing worked. Looking at Lucius, who was on the other side of the room, he shook his head. Whatever was going on here had to do with the bond manifesting something new. Lucius couldn't come near his son at this point, having to stay several feet away. Unlike with Narcissa, there wasn't an emotional reaction of any kind or him being shoved away, it was like a barrier around Draco that wouldn't allow him close. That and if either of them tried to talk to each other, they literally couldn't say anything. This wasn't something welcome.

Quietly, Remus said, looking between the two, trying to keep a calm, soothing voice, “Tell me exactly what happened and what was said. Maybe we can suss out what's going on from there.”

Running Remus through exactly what happened, leaving nothing out much to the disgust of Draco, Charlie said, “I didn't summon the wand in any way. In fact, I have no idea what the hell happened.”

“Merlin,” Remus muttered, shaking his head. “I don't know. We all know what Severus and the twins went through. They actually could cast spells at each other. So, it would stand to reason that you both could as well. Which means this has to be bond specific.”

“That tells me we have to figure out just what is different about each of these bonds to know how to deal with this latest debacle,” Lucius sighed, shaking his head.

“We do,” Remus agreed with a nod. Thinking it over and running through what Charlie just told him, he then said, tone distracted, “As this seems to be the result of an argument, maybe if you both work to repair what happened you can release the wand back.” Glancing between the two, he added, gently, “And I think, maybe, you have to mean it. I don't think pretending to be contrite will work.”

Groaning, Charlie's head dropped back, eyes sliding shut. “We'll try,” he sighed. What he didn't add was he was damned sure that Draco wouldn't mean shite. He would do whatever to get his wand back then things would press on from there just like they had been.

Arms folded over his chest so tightly they were beginning to ache, Draco glared at Charlie then huffed, “I'll try. And we need to fix this! I want to talk to father!”

However, with that, Lucius had to take steps several feet further back, until he was plastered to the wall by the door and the barrier seemed to extend. Eyes wide, Lucius looked at his son then to the stunned Remus. Shaking his head, he said, “This is bizarre!”

“I—Merlin,” Remus muttered, looking at Draco. However, as he did, there was an inkling of what might be causing this latest mess. It was something he would get with Lucius alone about, though. Quietly, he suggested, “Work on what's here and we'll see what we can do to help. We'll pass the information to Narcissa. She may be able to come up with something. Until then, both of you try everything you can think of.”

“We'll do what we can,” Charlie sighed, looking at Draco and shaking his head. A right ruddy mess, that's all there was to it. Though he wouldn't say it aloud, he rather liked that Draco didn't have his wand. At this point, he was sure that the second his back was turned, the brat would try hexing him for the argument. Yeah, this way he didn't have to worry about that.

After coming back into their room, Remus sat down and looked at the obviously upset Lucius. As gently as he could, he said, “I think I have an inkling what is going on with Charlie and Draco.”

Flopping in a chair and folding his arms over his chest, Lucius groaned then said, “As do I. Draco threatened Charlie with me. In doing that, it activated something, not allowing me to intervene.”

“I think so,” Remus agreed. “I think the bond is forcing them to deal with the issues there on their own without you or wands being drawn.”

“Merlin,” Lucius muttered, shaking his head. “I think Narcissa may have to work with that faction. It's allowing you close, but if it continues I'll be forced out of the room. If that happens, you may not be allowed around them either.”

“Very true,” Remus nodded, thinking that over. There was more there he wanted to impart, he just wasn't sure how to do so without setting off a fight between the two of them. He was positive that Draco's attitude and demanding nature was activating part of it. The more that continued, the bigger the problems the two were going to have.

Reaching over and putting a hand on Remus' leg after straightening up, Lucius sighed, “We don't need that pairing heading south when it appears the other troublesome faction is leveling out.”

“Let's send Narcissa in and see what she can do,” Remus told him, putting his hand over Lucius'. “We'll then go from there and give suggestions. Maybe she can help. Her nature is calm enough that she might mediate the situation sufficiently to undo parts of it and get Draco's wand back.”

Looking down, Lucius thought it over then gave an internal sigh. He was no fool, he figured out where it was coming from. Draco had done what he had all his life; invoking his name to back Charlie off and threatening him with what he might do. In doing that, the bond probably made it to where he couldn't do that. Until Draco accepted the situation and began to do what all married couples did, compromise, he doubted he would be allowed around his son. That stung, but there was nothing he could do and he wasn't about to say that aloud either. Maybe Narcissa could get something across to their son that might help. At least he hoped so. He would try to get a note to her about it and see what she could do.

Leaving his hand on Remus' leg, Lucius looked around at the mass on the table then said, focusing once more, “Now, back to these barrier charms—we need to come up with something. I do get that you keep your mind with the Wolfsbane, but I don't want to risk any kind of accidental infection. Which means we need to find something the bond won't keep rejecting. Everything we've tried so far hasn't worked.”

Focusing on that as it was a serious, looming concern, Remus said, “We just have to look harder, nothing more than that. That and probably get creative in our thoughts on it.”

“We do,” Lucius agreed with a nod. “How, though, is the question. Spells—nothing is working with anything we've tried. The bond is having fits over everything.”

Thinking it over, Remus said, tone distracted, “Which means we may have to go about this in a non-magical way.”

“Perhaps,” Lucius said, brow furrowed. “What do you have in mind? We have no idea what might manifest from the bond with your change. That's a pressing concern.”

“The problem is the teeth and claws. Though I keep my mind, they are a concern as they can easily cause injury.”

“Very true,” Lucius admitted.

“I say we get with Harry tomorrow to see what he knows about Muggle ways of dealing with dangerous animals. He may know of an easy solution to both those issues. If we neutralize them, even if we can't find a solution of a barrier or whatever, you should be safe,” Remus told him, looking at the man.

“We'll do that,” Lucius told him firmly. “Let's see what he says and go from there. Because we're coming up with nothing.”

“I'll also say something to Albus about looking. Honestly, though the bonds are important, this needs a solution. He may be able to find something as we just can't fully separate yet.”

“That we'll do as well,” Lucius told him. “I'll compose a letter and owl him of the predicament. Let's see what he can find.”

“Until then, we press on,” Remus said, trying to think where to even start. Groaning, he said, “I think we need to get with everyone tonight at supper and start dividing up the work so that we all focus on one specific area. As it is, we're all trying to take on the entire thing. That's getting us nowhere but frustrated.”

Thinking that over, pleased to be focused away from the area that frightened him the most, Lucius said, “That is a good suggestion. I say we divvy it up and make us and Narcissa the 'clearinghouse' of sorts. Each of us have an area we are better at. Let's sort the work that way. It should help. I also say let Narcissa be the overview for it. Though we're the ones with the most information, we also have to focus on the looming full moon issue. That distracts us.”

“We'll take it on tonight,” Remus said with a firm nod. With a sigh, he began to press on looking for a spell or something that could help with the encroaching mess. He would let Lucius take on the letters. This way it was all covered.

Pacing back and forth in their room, Sirius has his arms folded over his chest. For the first time since this mess started, he was feeling a pull for something. It wasn't like that bit with Fleur, more like just—an agitation was the only way he could describe it. And he was sure what was bringing it on. Harry and Bill were in the shower together. That wasn't odd, of course, what with the relationship there. It was just—knowing they were together and he wasn't with them was causing problems. He was keeping his arse out of it, though. The two had the right to be together and have time alone, something they hadn’t really accomplished since this nightmare started. No, he would stay right where he was despite the pull to go join them. Let them have their time.

Just as he was starting another trek around the room, he looked up when Harry said his name. Seeing his godson standing there in nothing but a towel, still wet, his brow furrowed, “Is something wrong?”

Chuckling, Harry said, “Come join us. We have enough room for you.” Both he and Bill felt the bond pulling for that, not to mention Sirius' agitation over it. As they hadn't meant to cause issues with it and didn't want it growing worse, this was a good way to go about it.

Shaking his head, Sirius said, “No, I’m good. We'll deal with it.”

“It's fine,” Harry told him softly. “We don't mind.”

“You two deserve time alone,” Sirius told him resolutely. “I'll manage just fine.”

“I don't think alone time is happening anymore, Sirius,” Harry said, shaking his head. “There are three of us involved now. Though we appreciate you wanting to give us time alone, you're part of it too.”

Looking at Harry, Sirius thought that over and sighed. “Are you sure? I mean, you're used to Bill.”

Snorting, Harry grinned then said, “The both of us went to Hogwarts and shared showers with our dorm mates. Unless you have weird things growing from places, we'll be good.”

Grinning at that, Sirius chuckled, “No tentacles or anything, I swear.”

“Then come on,” Harry said, jerking his head towards the shower. “I've already given Bill ram horns. I'm thinking reindeer antlers for you.”

“No, he needs gazelle horns,” Bill shouted from the shower.

Laughing, Sirius said, “Alright. We have to come up with something for you though.”

“I've already decided Harry's getting yak horns,” Bill shouted again. “Green ones.”

Grinning, Harry said, “This should be good.”

“It should,” Sirius said, walking in that direction. Though apprehensive, as this would be the first time he saw both of them naked, he would go with it. Besides, mucking about in the shower was fun. Yeah, he could deal with it.

Sitting up in his bed, Draco was looking down, clutching a pillow to his chest. This was a nightmare. He still didn't have his wand back. Nothing they did worked. As both he and Charlie were plenty frustrated, they had decided to go to bed and work on it more tomorrow. The problem now was that he couldn't sleep. Charlie was, as he could hear his deep breathing, but Draco couldn't. It wasn't the frustration over the mess with the wand either. He just wanted to crawl in bed with Charlie. Like had happened since this mess started, he resisted the urge. Most times he could fall asleep and ignore it. Tonight he couldn't.

Sighing, looking down at the bed, he clutched the pillow tighter. This was horrible. It was a mental ache, one that was persistent enough that he couldn't ignore it. And it wasn't going to allow him to sleep. Charlie didn't seem like he was affected this way, hence him being asleep. That sure wasn't fair.

Looking over at the other bed, Draco sighed, not sure what to do. He wanted sleep, but that wasn't coming. Shaking his head, he slid out of bed, dropping the pillow on it. Quietly, he walked over to Charlie's then slid in, making sure not to wake the man. Slipping as close as he could to Charlie, he curled up to him. That felt better already, the ache seeming to abate. Shutting his eyes, he sighed softly. Sleep would finally come, or so he thought. As he lay there, Charlie shifted in his sleep, one arm draping over him. Holding still, Draco smiled a little. That felt good.

Curling up more, pressing back to Charlie, he sighed. This was good. He wasn't sure the reaction in the morning when Charlie woke up, but he'd deal with it. Feeling better, Draco began to drift off to sleep.

In what was considered his normal place sandwiched between the twins, Severus lay there, awake, listening to the deep breathing of the two. It wasn't that he was angry or upset like had been happening, causing him not to sleep well. No, it was more his mind was working over the multitude of problems that were now cropping up and the mysteries that he was being kept in the dark about. Something was still trying to click, thus keeping him awake.

Shutting his eyes, getting comfortable, he sighed softly. All this mess was a nightmare. However, he realized that what he was doing wasn't helping. It was just making it worse, in fact. The more he fought the inevitable, the worse it was going to end up for the three in this room. Fred and George seemed to have accepted the bond, pressing on and working with what was there. He was the squeaky wheel in the mess. Realistically, he knew this was unbreakable, yet he continued to fight it. That wasn't helping anything. Maybe it was time to stop fighting and press on. That could only help, in a myriad of ways.

Lying there, he decided it was time to give it up. The bond was there and he couldn't do a damned thing about it. He just needed to press on and deal with what came. There were probably plenty of things that would end up being thrown at them he had to worry about more. Not to mention the damned war and what it would cause. He didn't even want to think about what the Dark Lord would do when he realized that he was out and couldn't be drawn back in. That would end up horrific. So, yes, it was time to stop the fight.

As he turned over the multitude of clues as to what was really going on, his mind honed in on Potter. That was something he needed to know about. After all, his whole reason for doing what he had done was to protect the boy. That was his promise to Lily. He couldn't do that if he didn't know what was really going on. Though he was clueless about so much that people weren't telling him, he thought that Potter was someone involved in a big way. To make sure the brat was safe, he had to know. Which meant he needed to get the information out of someone what was really going on. That and why they seemed to not want Albus involved. That was a curiosity and something he needed to know.

As sleep started to claim him, he relaxed. Something, somewhere, seemed to shift and it felt good. What it was, he didn't know, just having an inkling that it was a good thing. With all the rottenness going on, anything good was most welcome. So, he would take it as it came and press on.

Feeling Remus curl up tighter to his backside, an arm draped over him, Lucius lay there, not moving. It wasn't that it disturbed him, no that wasn't the case. If anything, it felt good. It was just—strange. Nothing more than that. He was growing accustomed to it, though. And liking it. It was good.

Pressing back against Remus, Lucius gave a contented sigh. It was so odd. All his life he had been the 'alpha', so to speak, and he was now in the opposite position. Normally, that would disturb him. It didn't this time, though. No, he wasn't bothered at all.

Remus was—odd. The man was soft spoken and easy to deal with, as long as you didn't try anything foolish. Oh, he could snarl plenty and get angry, Lucius had seen that the first night this whole debacle started, but he wasn't normally that way. In the past, he was someone Lucius would have looked down on because of the lycanthropy and other issues. Now, though, he realized that his prejudices were something that stopped him from realizing plenty of things, like that Remus was someone he liked to talk to. The man was intelligent, articulate and many other things. There was also the trait of him mediating plenty. That happened with the two of them as well. After the snarling stopped, they had compromised and set to work trying to help not only themselves, but the others in the house. That was a good distraction, of course, but it also assisted in dealing with their situation, working with what was there so the problems they were seeing with others didn't manifest. That was good.

Lying there, putting a hand over Remus', Lucius realized that, honestly, he wasn't really that frightened of the upcoming full moon and what would come of it. There was apprehension, yes, but no fright. Remus—he wouldn't hurt him. Even in the wolf form. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did. Though he wanted protections in place to ensure that it wasn't an accidental infection, he knew Remus was safe for him to be around. It was anyone that was foolish enough to mess with him that would have issues. Big ones as well. He thought, maybe, if someone did that, the instinct would override the potion. However, he wasn't that concerned when it came to that area either. No one in the house would be foolish enough to try. That was good.

Shutting his eyes, he sighed. Fate was a strange thing, he thought. It was fickle and odd, but, maybe, it knew what it was doing.
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