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The Path Less Traveled	By : bezo93 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16679 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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The next morning Harry woke feeling excited and slightly nervous. While he was mostly looking forward to going out with Timothy and Rick tonight, he was also a little nervous about what might happen. Knowing his luck something was bound to happen - it always did - and he didn’t think throwing alcohol into the mix would improve his chances of having a completely uneventful night out with friends. Add two rambunctious werwolves and all the dominant demons that would undoubtably be lurking around and Harry felt a bit of nervousness was justified.
Still, he knew the two werewolves would take care of him. Timothy seemed to have all but adopted him as pack and, though he wasn’t quite as familiar with Rick, the smaller werewolf also seemed to enjoy spending time with Harry.
It was odd for the demon, having friends outside Hogwarts, but he enjoyed it. He liked having friends with no teenage drama, loss of House points or ‘Harry is going Dark’ rumours getting in the way. He loved his House but they could annoyingly impulsive sometimes, quick to jump to conclusions and only apologising weeks later once the drama had blown over. It was nice not being one of the most mature in the group for once.
Eventually he dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom to prepare for the day. Ignoring the mirror’s advice to tuck in his shirt, eat more greens and ‘for goodness sake, comb your hair’, he grinned at his reflection. Despite his protests about all the shopping, he did enjoy having good quality clothes for once. The simple white t-shirt, green open shirt and jeans may not be anything special to most people, but for Harry they were some of the best clothes he had ever owned.
Bouncing down the stairs to get breakfast, Harry paused in surprise as he saw Rick sitting at the bar. As Timothy had always met him later in the day he had presumed all the werewolves worked late and spent the morning catching up on sleep. A rather stupid assumption really, now that he thought about it.
“Hey Rick,” he greeted cheerfully once he’d placed his breakfast order with Tom. The food appeared as soon as he sat down. “What brings you here so early?” he asked lightly, picking up his knife and fork and offering the werewolf a slice of toast when he noticed him eying it. Werewolf metabolism was very impressive, unless you were trying to eat a meal in peace.
“Not much,” Rick said around a mouthful of toast. “I was just bored. Timothy’s working and you’re the only other person who puts up with my babbling,” he continued in a forced joking tone.
“What about the rest of your pack?” Harry asked curiously. “Not that I don’t want you here,” he added quickly.
“Oh, they all have stuff to do. They don’t need me underfoot all the time,” the werewolf mumbled, directing his gaze to the last of Harry’s toast instead of the demon’s face. With a half-hearted grumble Harry handed the toast over, more concerned with Rick’s subdued attitude than the loss of his breakfast.
“They’re all busy, other than you?” Harry asked, trying not to let the disbelief show in his voice.
Rick mumbled something in reply but Harry doubted a vampire would have been able to hear him, he was talking so quietly. Realising he wasn’t going to get an answer about what was bothering the werewolf, Harry changed the subject.
“So other than going out later, do you have any plans for the day?” he asked, kicking himself for not being able to think of a better topic of conversation. He wished Hermione was here, she always seemed to know how to deal with people who were upset. One of the perks of having kitsune blood he supposed.
“Well, before we go anywhere I’ll be making sure you and Timothy look presentable,” Rick answered, already looking happier. In contrast, Harry wanted to bang his head on the table; why did he have to open his big mouth? He’d hoped Rick would forget about him agreeing to let the werewolf dress him. “If I let you both dress yourselves Merlin only knows what you’d look like,” the werewolf continued, oblivious to (or ignoring) Harry’s internal self-berating. “Timothy would wear the first thing he scraped off the floor and after your little ‘fashion is not important’ remark yesterday, I clearly can’t trust you to dress yourself well, either.”
“I regret that comment more than you will ever know,” Harry grumbled, perusing the breakfast menu as he contemplated seconds. He was a growing boy who ate a lot, despite what Mrs. Weasley and that stupid mirror said.
Rick ignored him.
“You have the clothes but you need someone to teach you how to make an outfit. The ‘put on whatever you find’ approach will end up with you looking like her,” Rick said, tilting his head in the direction of a teenage witch who was wearing a blinding combination of animal print and neon colours. Dragon scale, leopard print and whatever that yellow monstrosity was did not go together well, Harry noted for future reference. Not that he even owned anything with leopard print, or that yellow - if he ever discovered he did, he was going to enlist Fred and George’s help in revenge pranking Timothy.
While Harry was distracted Rick stole the menu, ordering tea and bacon sandwiches for them both. He’d eat whatever Harry didn’t but the young demon looked like he could do with some good food, preferably in large quantities.
The food appeared quickly and Harry dug in, after thanking Rick, glad to have a distraction from the fashion advice. At least Rick looked happier now, Harry mused as he watched the werewolf eat (and honestly, where did all that food go? He’s yet to meet an overweight werewolf despite them eating their own bodyweight every day).
“Do you have plans for the day?” Rick asked as he mopped up the drips of sauce with the last bite of his sandwich.
“Um…” Harry shifted slightly in his seat. He wanted to go back to Knockturn Alley but he didn’t want to make a pest of himself by asking the werewolf to take him again.
The whole being afraid of Knockturn thing was getting frustrating. He had thought it would get easier after he’d been there a few times but the Dark District scared him as much as ever and he still didn’t get why. Sure, the place was Dark, had some unsavoury patrons and some downright creepy shops but there was nothing that should scare him so much. The shops weren’t much creepier than Snape’s dungeon, the patrons paid little attention to cloaked figures and had yet to cause any real trouble, and Harry had encountered Dark things before, so he didn’t understand what made Knockturn seem so scary.
“I can take you back to the District if you want,” Rick offered with a small smile, correctly guessing what the problem was. “It’s not a problem and you shouldn’t worry about asking. I’m not going to say no unless I have something important to do - and then I wouldn’t be here anyway - and it’s not exactly a trek to get there, so it’s not a bother.”
“Thanks. Sorry I’m such a pest,” Harry mumbled.
“Harry, for the last time: It. Is. Not. A. Bother,” Rick enunciated slowly. “The only bother is your unwillingness to ask,” the werewolf grumbled.
“Sorry for being a pest about that too,” Harry grinned. Rick chuckled and prodded him out of his seat.
“Come on then, let’s get you to Leena’s so you can flirt with all the handsome doms,” Rick teased, laughing at Harry’s blush. “Having you around has done wonders for Leena’s profits you know,” he said as they made their way through Diagon. “Not that it wasn’t popular anyway but I swear business has doubled for her since you started going. Once word got out that Leena’s is always the first place you go - and usually the only place you go - a constant stream of doms started dropping by, hoping to catch your attention. If you’re not careful Leena will kidnap you and display you in the window to attract more customers,” he joked. “Where the sub goes, the hopeful doms will follow, it seems. I’m surprised they haven’t set up camp in the Leaky Cauldron.”
Harry snorted. “They’d better not. Hanging around Leena’s is one thing but I’ll be having words with the Council if anyone is brazen enough to start coming to the place where I’m currently living. It would be like having them camp on my front lawn!”
Rick looked slightly surprised. “So demons don’t do things like that?”
“What?" Harry said, surprised. "No, and definitely not during Scouting. They might get away with it during Courting but only in the later stages, and only if I knew about it in advance and was ok with it. Anything else is the social equivalent of stalking a girl you like and sitting outside her window all night,” Harry explained, before giving Rick a curious look. “Do werewolves do it, then? You sounded surprised that demons don’t.”
“Not quite camping on their lawn, but deliberately invading territory is standard fare. Of course, you have to have expressed your interest first so that the omega’s pack knows what is going on - unless you like getting a hiding for trespass - but after that anything short of inviting yourself for dinner is generally tolerated, and even expected to extent. If you can get close and stalk them without being caught by the rest of their pack, then it shows you’re skilled and a good potential mate,” Rick shrugged. “I know, it sounds weird to other races,” he said with a grin at Harry’s look.
“I’m not really one to comment, given how I came to exist. I doubt my sire spent a lot of time chatting up my mother,” Harry said dryly.
Rick snorted but didn’t comment. The general opinion on how Realm-sired-Earth-born demons were conceived was mixed. Most Creatures didn’t hold it against the Realm-sired demons themselves - though there were always exceptions who were willing to blame the easy target - but few Creatures were happy with the way Realm demons sired their Earth-born offspring. After all, discovering that the child your pregnant mate was carrying was not yours, through no fault of their own, was hardly a joyous occasion.
“So,” Harry said after a moment, wanting the conversation to continue to distract him from the Dark District around him, “what are the plans for tonight?”
“I’m pretty sure we’ll be going to Fantastic Beasts because Timothy doesn’t trust me to pick a ‘respectable’ bar, and he has the imagination of troll when choosing one himself. And we both work for the owner so we get a staff discount, but mostly it’s because he has the imagination of a troll,” Rick insisted, pushing away a cloaked figure who stepped out of an alcove towards them. “If we’re lucky Timothy might be able to get us one of the VIP tables, but that can be a bit hit and miss. I’m not senior enough to get perks like that and Timothy ricochets between Alpha’s good side and his bad side, so how likely he is to get perks depends on what recent escapades he’s been on. It doesn’t really matter in the long run; there’s usually a good crowd in the main bit and trouble is rare. Well, trouble is common, almost everyone there is a Creature so fights are inevitable, but it rarely has a chance to escalate before the trouble makers get kicked out - and will you piss off!” the last was snarled as Rick turned on his heal to face the cloaked figure who was following them.
“But-“ the stranger tried to protest but was cut off by Rick’s growl.
“I don’t care. If you’re heading to the District, it’s right there,” he said, waving a hand towards the stone archway a few meters away. It was close enough that Harry could see the Creatures milling about in the square beyond. “You’ve been following a few steps behind since halfway through the Alley. If you have a problem you can come find me later. Right now: Piss. Off.”
“I don’t care about you,” the cloaked figure spat back. “I want Harry! He belongs with me you-“
The rest was cut off as Rick slammed the figured against the nearest shop front, ignoring the startled clamouring of the caged animals in the window display. Harry winced sympathetically at the resounding crack as the stranger’s head met the wall - that must have hurt.
The blow to the head hadn’t prevented the guy from drawing his wand, Harry noticed. Not that it did the stranger much good as Rick pinned his hand quickly, in a move that looked practiced, keeping the wand pointing harmlessly away.
The sight of a wand being drawn had the wizards in the small crowd that had gathered scattering. Plausible deniability was the mantra Knockturn wizards lived by - if you weren’t there for it, you couldn’t be held responsible for the outcome. The number of Creatures in the crowd, however, was slowly increasing. Most were dominants of various races. Some looked like they were just there to watch a fight, Harry noted with an eye-roll, but to his exasperation many of them were giving him concerned glances, worried about a submissive’s proximity to what could quickly become a very violent fight.
“Honestly, do you lot hide in the woodwork or something?” Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms up when he realised how many of the dominants were demons. “Not a hair to be seen most of the time but the second it looks like I might chip a nail you all appear like nifflers smelling gold!” Harry ranted, ignoring the growling werewolf and choking stranger behind him. Rick seemed to have things under control.
His rant had earned him more than a few bemused looks from the dominants but Harry could also hear a vaguely familiar chuckle coming from somewhere in the crowd. Looking for the source, he smiled widely when he spotted a familiar face.
“Alexander!” he called, giving the dominant a wave. The crowd parted quickly as he made his way over, closing up behind him just as rapidly to shield him from the potential fight. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes or comment, not feeling like giving a public speech on why submissives don’t always need to be hovered over. “Hi,” he grinned as he finally made it to the dark haired dominant.
“Hello Harry,” Alexander smiled, still looking amused and a little smug at being singled out by the submissive everyone was interested in. “In trouble again?”
“This isn’t trouble,” Harry denied with a mischievous grin. “It’s not trouble until someone visits the hospital wing. We had to come up with a scale, otherwise every other thing I do would be trouble. This way I only really get into trouble a couple of times a year,” he continued innocently, grinning evilly as Alexander frowned and the surrounding dominants started hissing and muttering unhappily. If they were going to be over-protective idiots he may as well get entertainment out of it. Besides, it was true; almost every time he and his friends got into trouble, at least one of them (usually him) had a visit to the hospital wing.
Harry turned at the sound of scuffling from the front of the crowd. He was too short to see over the shoulders of the others in the crowd but, judging by the noise, the stranger was trying to fight back despite being pinned to the wall. The crowd shifted restlessly as the scuffling sounds got louder, growls breaking out as spells were cast.
A sudden, loud crack rent the air and quiet descended on the alley. The cloaked figure had given up and disapparated.
Drama over, the crowd began to disperse quickly, most heading back into the Creature District. A few of the demons hung around for a few minutes but soon left when they realised Harry was happily chatting to Alexander. It didn’t take long for the two demons and the werewolf to be alone in the alley.
“Am I going to get shouted at?” Rick asked warily.
“No? Why would you be shouted at?” asked Harry, confused.
“Because you’re getting a reputation for shouting at people who act protective of you,” Rick deadpanned. “Timothy barely dares suggest anything that might sound like he’s being protective around you.”
“I’m not that bad,” Harry pouted, ignoring Alexander’s chuckling and Rick’s disbelieving look. “I just don’t like people trying to fight my battles for me when I’m doing fine on my own. I do know when to ask for help,” he insisted.
“Of course you do,” Rick said, leading the way into the square.
“I do!” Harry insisted again. “I ask you and Timothy for help walking through the Dark District, don’t I? And I’m not bothered that you took care of that guy back there.” That he wasn’t annoyed because it had all happened too fast for him to process what was going on before Rick had it well under control didn’t need to be mentioned, Harry thought. “I can accept help, I just don’t like being coddled.”
His two companions exchanged looks as Rick hummed noncommittally. Alexander didn’t comment but he couldn’t help thinking that the little raven-haired submissive was going to be a handful when he got older. Merlin, he was a handful now! Being his dominant would not be easy, he could tell that already and he barely knew the minx.
Alexander looked forward to the challenge. He just wondered how many of the younger dominants vying for the boy’s attention would also be up to it.
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