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Turning Tides	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter eight

Harry stood in front of his wardrobe contemplating the different robes he had picked out as possibilities for tonight, flicking through them and dismissing each one. He was moving from foot to foot as he made his way through his wardrobe trying to find what he was looking for.

"Harry I'm pretty sure you haven't breathed in nearly two minutes now," Luna's calm voice had him spinning to glare at the group sitting on his, Ron's and Neville's beds. Luna was sitting with her legs crossed looking for all the world like a pixie where she was sitting next to Neville on his bed, Ginny was sprawled across Harry's bed flicking through a defense/offence book, Hermione and Ron were top and tail on Ron's bed, Hermione reading and Ron was flicking through the papers from the meeting.

"Do you lot mind, I am standing here in my boxers!" Harry snapped exasperated turning around fully to glare at them.

"Hmm, we probably are too close to each other aren't we?" Ginny mused flicking over another page as she ran her eyes over Harry and then went back to her book.

"Ackowledging it and getting out are two very different things," Harry sighed dropping his head.

"Harry you need to stop panicking, its going to be fine," Hermione smiled as she watched him switching from foot to foot where he was standing.

"I'm fine," Harry wouldn't admit that his voice was probably a few octaves higher than normal.

"Harry that was the least believable you have ever been. Calm down," Neville said softly.

"What if it doesn't go well? What if things are really awkward and they argue and Mikhail changes his…"

"Harry stop. Mikhail is mad about you. Sirius, Remus and Bill are going to behave because they know that Mikhail is important to you. This is going to go fine, things will be a little awkward at first, you'll find something to talk about, you'll have your meal, at some point you'll have to leave the room, they'll give the don't hurt him or we hurt you, the tension will completely disappear a few minutes after you come back, you'll say goodnight and it will be fine," Hermione smiled.

"Wait, they're going to threaten him?" Harry choked spinning around wide eyed making them all wince.

"Harry its completely normal, its what parents do. Mikhail will know that, they are protective of you and love you so of course they are going to make sure Mikhail knows not to hurt you," Ron assured him.

"I just really want this to go well," Harry sighed rubbing his eyes.

"It will, don't worry Harry. But you really need to get dressed because you're due to meet Mikhail at the gates in fifteen minutes," Neville winced when Harry stood for a moment before spinning and frantically rumaging through his wardrobe tugging out various items and discarding them onto his bed. Finally he settled on a pair of navy blue dragon hide trousers, a black button up shirt that he left the top two buttons undone and over the top a soft blue open robe with a dark blue border. As he hurried across the room he grabbed his favourite pair of lace up dragon hide boots and tugged them on on the move.

"Harry don't forget your cloak," Hermione called holding up the white fur cloak.

"Dammit right," Harry hurried back across the room and grabbed his cloak tugging it on.

"Harry deep breaths, its going to be fine," Hermione assured him patting his arm.

"Right, it'll be fine," Harry nodded closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Ok I need to go. I'll see you later," He winced slightly before waving as he made his way out of the dorm room.

He hurried through the corridors, using all the short cuts he knew before making his way through the grounds. He tugged his robe tighter around himself as he took in the winter wonderland that the grounds had turned into. There was a thick and heavy covering of snow covering the grounds like an unbreaking blanket. The wind was biting his exposed face and hands making him shudder and tug the collar of his cloak up so that it covered his cheeks allowing that the warming charms on the fabric would warm him up.

Looking down the pathway he was finally able to see the tall gates of Hogwarts and a lone small figure standing in front of them. Mikhail turned when he left the gates and smiled nervously at him but he reached out a gloved hand to him which Harry quickly accepted and allowed himself to be pulled against Mikhail's warm chest.

"Where are your gloves?" Mikhail asked concered cupping Harry's wind bitten red hands between his own and rubbing them.

"I completely forgot, I was running late. I nearly forgot my cloak," Harry admitted with a small laugh.

"Are you nervous?" Mikhail asked, his stormy grey eyes scanning Harry's face anxiously.

"A little, I just want this to go well," Harry sighed burrying his fingers into the dark fur of Mikhail's cloak when his hands were placed there and covered with Mikahil's own.

"I'm sure it will, they seemed ameniable to our pairing, and I have no ulterior motives or any reasons beyond honestly wanting to be with you," Mikhail smirked when Harry's face blushed red for a different reason besides the wind.

"I'm beginning to think you do that on purpose," Harry grumbled.

"Of course I am, you look delicious when you blush," Mikhail smirked brushing his lips along the red stain on Harry's cheek. At the contact Harry's eyeslashes fluttered shut and his breath stilled as he enjoyed the soft feeling of Mikhail's lips brushing their way along his cheek, down his nose before they finally settled feather light on his lips. Making an unhappy noise in the back of his throat Harry leant up on his toes and pressed their lips together more firmly feeling Mikhail's hands tighten around his own as he met him in the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart Harry was breathless and a little light headed, but a lot warmer and the ball of panic that had been building in his chest all day had eased slightly. Smiling up at Mikhail he brushed thir lips together once more in thanks before stepping back and rumaging through his pockets until he pulled out the small wooden carving of a wolf howling upwards that Bill had carved for him months ago.

"Portkey, you have to apparate in outside the wards and make your way up to the house, safety measure Bill put in place, so its better to portkey," Harry explained holding the portkey up.

"Alright, ready?" Mikhail asked.

"I should be asking that," Harry snickered as he nodded his head.

"I am ready," Mikhail nodded but his eyes were still slightly worried as he met Harry's own green ones over the carving. Managing to summon a comforting smile for Mikhail Harry wrapped his free hand around Mikhail's tightly.

"Doggy playhouse," Harry said the password with a flash of fondness for his eccentric family before they were whisked away across the country and were landing in the entryway of the manor the three men they were here to meet were staying in.

"They're here! Remus! Bill, they're here!" Sirius's yell distracted Mikhail and Harry from where Mikhail had been steadying Harry after he gave a slightly dangerous wobble with the landing, he would never be good at portkeys but after a lot of training with Remus and Bill he could at least now land on his feet. "Pup!" Sirius beamed scooping Harry up into a bone crushing hug, putting him down only in time for Bill to drag him into his own bear hug, passing him to Remus for a gentler, but no less firm hug.

"You made it on time cub," Remus smiled fondly running his fingers through Harry's hair.

"Yeah we were expecting at least fifteen minutes longer while you panicked and the others calmed you down," Sirius grinned.

"I would have, but I agreed to meet Mikhail outside the gates," Harry grinned sheepishly stepping back to take Mikhail's hand, who, when all three sets of eyes belonging to Harry's family settled on him looked like he could have done withgout the attention being pulled to him for a little longer. "Mikhail this is Remus, Sirius and Bill. Guys this is Mikhail,"

"Lord Zabini," Remus nodded politely.

"Call me Mikhail please, it's a pleasure to meet you all," Mikhail nodded his own head, while his hand tightened even more around Harry's hand so he was slightly worried he was loosing circulation.

"So Mikhail…" Sirius drew off when Harry's eyes flashed onto him in warning. Swallowing he sighed. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, please come in," He smiled poliety flicking his eyes to Harry pointedly.

"Why don't you take your cloaks off and come into the living room, supper will be a little longer, the house elves threw me out of the kitchen," Remus pouted at Harry as he reached out and helped him undo his cloak.

"Where you attempting to cook again?" Harry laughed allowing Remus to pull his cloak off.

"I was merely making a few suggestions, honestly if anyone from the outside world saw those elves they would have a heart attack," Remus snorted reaching out and taking Mikhail's cloak from him.

"Harry spoke to all the elves continuiously over the summer to make them understand that they aren't slaves, that they have rights to say no, to make up their own minds or to suggest or say anything they wanted to. They drew the line at him paying them, but they all accepted wearing uniforms and that they could speak freely and as they wanted, and they all get ten days holiday a year," Bill explained seeing Mikhail's confused look. Harry huffed and smacked Mikhail's arm gently when he started snickering.

"One Hermione would have been getting a thank you card from Voldemort for nagging me to death if I hadn't, and two I don't like it when they are completely submissive and won't speak to you, my head elf Gintsy actually passed out when I said thank you to him the first fifteen times, not exectly getting a good image of the Potter's of the past," Harry rolled his eyes. He used their joined hands to tug Mikhail out the room and led him to the living room with the others following amused.

"Pup, there is a little buisness that we need to talk about," Sirius said softly as they got into the living room. Harry barely thought about it for a moment before he motioned for Sirius to carry on, pointedly not removing his hand from Mikhail's. "Pup I don't think…"

"Sirius," Bill wrapped his arm around Sirius's waist and tugged him over to the sofa to sit down opposite where Harry had led Mikhail to sit, Remus sitting down with his normal gracefullness that you wouldn't automatically put with his personality. It still amused Harry even seven months down the line that Bill managed to shut Sirius up with just a touch.

"If Harry trusts him, then we do as well," Remus nodded touching Sirius's hand, his own method of settling Sirius.

"Harry I do not want to make things difficult, I can leave for a little, I understand," Mikhail said softly seeing the slightly huffy scowl on Sirius's face.

"I doubt its anything you don't know a chunk of anyway, and I want you to stay. Besides you have more political experience than any of us so you may be a help," Harry grinned as he pulled his boots off and curled his feet up on the sofa, leaning slightly into Mikhail who quickly placed his arm along the back of the sofa.

"I'm glad I can be of some use," Mikhail said amused.

"All those rumours I'm using you for information on Slytherins, for money, reputation or access to the grey families were lies, I want you for your political mind," Harry nodded seriously before bursting out laughing when Mikhail let out an undignified and disbelieving snort. Harry looked up in time to catch the looks being exchanged between Sirius, Bill and Remus before Sirius smiled at him when he saw they had his attention.

"Firstly you are going to have to watch your written correspondences, Dumbledore is changing the wards so that your letters get redirected to his office so he can read them and then send them on," Bill told him, a faint scowl appearing.

"Right, either send letters when I am away from the castle or get someone else to write them," Harry nodded.

"He's that despirate to know what you are doing?" Mikhail asked increduiously.

"More like he's that despirate to get Harry and the rest of us back under control. He's openly lost the support of myself and Sirius since Harry went his separate ways from Dumbledore, hardly anyone knows that Bill is with us so he was able to stay in Dumbledore's circle along with the rest of the Weasleys so that they can get information on what Dumbledore is up to," Remus explained.

"As long as we nod and make a few comments about Dumbledore just wanting what's best for Harry then we get away with it," Bill nodded. "Believe it or not but mum could have been one of those muggle actresses with tons of awards the way she's managed to get him convinced we are still firmly on his side, meanwhile she rants about wanting to take her best family frying pan to his inflated, self concieted, idiotic head - her words,"

"And people wonder where the twins get their personalities from," Harry snickered.

"The London Kiss have finally gotten to see the house and they are happy to make an alliance of some sorts in exchange for the weaker members of their Kiss being allowed to live there, so long as they have half the control of the wards and can visit whenever they want, so we need to start negotiations with them as soon as we can," Remus said pointing to a letter on the table.

"Alright I'll talk through with Hermione and Ron our terms and get it sent off to them, some how," Harry nodded.

"And lastly the elves are nearly finished with Hghland Grove, they are halfway there with The Lodge," Remus smiled.

"Ok, once they are done with the Grove can you send them to help finish The Lodge?" Harry asked.

"Of course pup," Sirius nodded.

"Highland Grove is to do with why I asked Nathanial if he minded me writing to him with some questions," Harry turned to Mikhail to explain.

"Oh? You want to open it for children?" Mikhial asked frowning in thought as he tried to connect the dots.

"For orphans, the war is going to leave a lot of them on either side. And the wizarding world just doesn't plan for even a moderate amount of orphans, I'm hoping to set up a place for any child to go, light side, grey side, dark side, magical beings. But there are several tons of red tape around it, so having someone who knows the system and knows how to work through it as quickly as possible will be exceedingly helpful, especially with how unhappy Nathanial is with the current state of the Department for the Welfare of Children," Harry explained.

"It's a good idea, it seems to have been forgot what a mess it was after the last war, the ministry actually lost track completely with nearly twenty children, they had to wait for their Hogwarts letters to go out to find out where they had gone. It was a complete shambles," Mikhail said thoughtfully.

"That's right, and nearly twenty five children were living cramped into a small house almost forgotten about with the Ministry did other things instead of looking for homes for them," Remus frowned.

"It's a very good plan, you should mention it and point it out to the others at our meal this Saturday, it will definitely be of interest to them," Mikhail said softly to Harry.

"If you think so," Harry shrugged.

"Well now that the buisness is out the way. So Mikhail you have a son a few months older than Harry don't you?" Sirius smiled with a hell of a lot teeth at Mikhail reminding the man of a dog baring his teeth.

"Sirius!" Harry snapped spinning around to glare darkly at his godfather.

"Sirius, tact!" Remus groaned as Bill just shook his head partly amused, partly exasperated.

"What?" Sirius huffed.

"Its alright Harry, it's a valid question and a valid worry for them. Even taking in wizarding aging it is a little of a strange situation for me to have a son a little older than you," Mikhail placed his hand on the back of Harry's neck and rubbed it soothingly.

"But I don't have a problem with it, and neither to you. And he could have phrased it differently," Harry added turning to glare at Sirius again who started to look a little contrite. Mikhail pressed a kiss to Harry's temple softening his glare a little before he turned to face the three men to answer Sirius's question.

"I do understand that this situation can be seen a little…well quite unusual. I'm sure as well that my reputation for relationships, or not having them really, has come ahead of me. But I am completely serious about having a relationship with Harry, and hopefully bonding with him. As to age, Harry may physically be the same age as my son, but mentally he is so much more mature than anyone his age, his friends only really being the ones to come close to matching him. It was that and his intelligence that attracted me to him," Mikhail said honestly.

"Good answer," Remus chuckled.

"I guess ," Sirius pouted slightly.

"At least we know he's not a pervert," Bill shrugged before snickering when Harry dropped his head into his hand again.

"I assure you it is not his age, or purely his looks that have attracted me to Harry," Mikhail said sounding slightly amused himself.

"Do not encourage them," Harry groaned out.

"So you are serious about your relationship with Harry?" Remus asked scanning Mikhail's face intently.

"Very. I care for him greatly and I can see a great future together for us, and hopefully Harry can too," Mikhail answered shifting slightly in his seat when Remus's amber eyes remained locked on him. Slowly Remus gave a nod and settled back into the sofa against Sirius's side.

"So aside from the Wizengamot, what do you do?" Bill asked. At this point Harry decided to bury his face into Mikhail's shoulder with a groan, they might as well just pull out whatever list of questions Remus had written down!

"I run the Zabini estate, it takes up a lot of my time, I actually own a large amount of houses in a small village called Bergamo in Italy, so they take a lot of looking after, I also own the apothecary in Diagon alley and number of other smaller buisnesses that keep me busy, as well as the main bulk of the Zabini estate, I have a small place on the governers board at Hogwarts as well," Mikhail said sounding slightly amused.

"Hm…and you definitely aren't a Death Eater?" Remus asked calmly.

"Remus! Mikhail you don't have to answer that!" Harry snapped glaring angrily at Remus.

"I'm sorry, that was out of line," Remus apologised seeing how angry Harry was.

"Harry I understan…." Mikhail tried to say but was cut off when Harry's glare was turned to him, though it did soften slightly.

"No, I trust you, I know that you aren't a Death Eater and that is all that should matter," Harry said sharply.

"Harry we need to know," Bill said softly.

"No! I am telling you he isn't. Just because he was a Slytherin does not mean that he is a Death Eater," Harry's tone brooked no argument and they all nodded, even Mikhail. There was silence for a few moments as everyone besides Harry shifted slightly awkwardly in their seats.

"So…its well known that you decided not to date for a long time," Sirius commented making Harry sigh.

"No, I didn't, Harry is completely different to anyone else that I have seen in the last few years. I admit I wasn't interested or looking for anything long term with them, and they knew that. Harry is something completely different, Harry wasn't even someone that I was looking for," Mikhail smiled at Harry giving him that normal feeling he got when Mikhail smiled honestly at him, his heart missing a beat.

"And Harry is different?" Sirius asked slowly.

"Harry is very much different," Mikhail nodded.

"Different how?" Bill smirked as Harry lit up a bright red.

"He's like no one else I have ever met before, he has a warm welcoming heart while at the same time managing to be a cool, manipulative scary politician. He always manages to shock me, just when I think that I am getting a hold on him he pulls something else that I would never even have been able to dream up. He's intelligent, witty, funny and…"

"That's enough," Harry was now bright red as he quickly reached up and covered Mikhail's mouth before he could carry on, it seemed as though he was quite happy to just carry on for a while.

"Harry, he was just getting into it!" Bill laughed.

"Exactly!" Harry choked out.

"Your meals are being ready sirs, Master Harry it is being good having you home," The little elf dressed in small black trousers and a deep blue shirt bowed as it popped in before popping back out.

"Perfect timing," Harry sighed.

"Harry doesn't take compliments very well," Remus said to Mikhail as they all stood.

"I have noticed, he spends a lot of him time blushing when we are together," Mikhail smirked at Harry who gave a slightly mournful groan and covered his face embarrassed.

"Ah you picked yourself a sweettalker Harry, neither of these two are any good at sweet talking, they think talking musty old mummies and curses is sweet talking," Sirius pouted.

"As opposed to Sirius who would manage to charm the tarten off McGonagall," Harry snorted.

"We did not stand a chance," Bill sighed nodding.

"We decided to use the smaller less formal dinning table, Harry hardly ever likes to use it anyway," Remus explained when they stepped into the dinning room and found the huge room filled only with a round table that likely seated seven at the most.

"I wouldn't expect anything different," Mikhail said to Harry. "It suits you,"

"We move around a bit, but this is one of the main houses that we live in," Harry smiled at Mikhail.

"So I'm taking it you know the truth about me?" Sirius asked as they sat down.

"Yes, Harry told myself and the rest of the group that we meet with whole story," Mikhail said as their meals popped in front of them. The starter of various melons, apple slices and grapes simple but deliciously sweet.

"Harry's is anyone's for a little bit of fruit," Remus murmured to Mikhail where he was sitting on his other side as Harry hummed contently around a mouthful of melon.

"Chocolates and fruit huh?" Mikhail looked at Hary who blinked at him after he placed his fork in his mouth with another piece of melon on. "Harry has mentioned that you write books Remus?" Mikhail asked turning to the werewolf who looked startled and then pleased at the question.

"Yes, I write both fiction and non fiction. I cover a lot about defence and curses, I write a lot about varying ancient curses and such that Bill brings home. The others are muggle fiction about witches and wizards, they do quite well in the muggle world," Remus explained excitedly.

Harry listened contently as Mikhail and Remus discussed his books, through the starter and into the main meal which was chicken in a herb and garlic sauce, cripsy potatoes, peas, carrots and sweetcorn. And he was happy to note that Sirius and Bill visibly grew happier and happier the more Mikhail questioned and commented on Remus's non fiction work, nodding and listening with clear interest - and Harry was happy to note growing respect.

"Its no wonder Harry is so good at defence," Mikhail chuckled.

"I was good at it through luck until Remus took the defence posistion, then I actually enjoyed it," Harry laughed, reaching down to place his hand on Mikhail's thigh without thinking about it. He considered removing it when he saw Sirius twitching slightly, but Remus inconspicuiously touched the back of Sirius's hand with his fingers before reaching for the water and holding it in offering to refill Mikhail's empty glass. Instead he just gave Mikhail's thigh a gentle squeeze.

"So Mikhail, where were your skills based at?" Remus asked curiously.

"I was good at transfiguration and charms, they're my speciality," Mikhail answered.

"Hmm, imaginitve, logical and handy," Sirius said thoughtfully.

"Does that sum you up?" Harry chuckled.

"Probably, although you can add sneaky to that as well," Mikhail admitted with a shrug.

"And you always get what you want," Harry grinned leaning closer to Mikhail.

"Of course, I persisted with you didn't I?" Mikhail gave that little smirk that naturally made Harry blush and his breath catch.

"I wasn't exactly resisting," Harry shrugged lightly.

"You certainly made it difficult for me," Mikhail's smirk grew in clear memory.

"Hem hem,"

"That's just cruel Bill," Harry pouted glaring at the redhead who grinned back looking completely unrepentant.

"Erm?" Mikhail said confused looking between them, though he did look slightly embarrassed to have been caught up so blantently flirting in front of Harry's defecto father's.

"Umbridge used to make this really creepy, annoying hem hem noise whenever she wanted any attention," Harry explained with a huff.

"Oh. Erm. Do you mind me asking how you three got together?" Mikhail asked clearing his throat and straightening in his seat. Harry snickered lightly ignoring the glares he got when Remus smiled and straightened in his seat, Sirius grinned goofily and Bill turned red to his ears and shuffled slightly in his seat.

"Well, Remi and I obviously have known each other from school. We always had a thing between the two of us, but we never really made that step to get together for various reasons, mainly because there was just something missing…"

"And because he liked sleeping with anything with a pulse," Remus snorted lowly.

"Yes, anyway, then obviously we became involved with the war and while we became closer we still didn't take that final step. And then the suspicions grew. We knew that one of the four of us was the traitor, it wasn't James - there was just no way he would risk Lily or Harry for that - Peter…we thought he was too stupid but loyal to be the traitor more fool us. So that left me and Remus. Nothing happened after that because we were both suspicious of the other. And then I went to Azkaban, escaped but was on the run. And then we were all pulled together for the Order of the Phoenix when V…Voldemort came back, and we met Bill. All of a sudden everything clicked, Bill, me and Remus fitted together, the three of us balanced each other out. We chased him and basicially gave him no choice the second we knew he was interested, he was sharing a bed with us a month after we met," Sirius grinned.

"Siri! Come on, so do not need to hear that!" Harry groaned.

"What it's a natural part of a healthy relationship," Sirius argued before yelping when Remus and Bill smacked him on the back of the head. "What?" He huffed indignantly.

"You just shot us in the foot you idiot!" Remus scowled.

"What?" Sirius asked confused looking between them while Harry snickered and Mikhail looked slightly bemused.

"'It's a natural part of a healthy relationship' really Sirius? Really?" Remus growled.

"You might as well have just told him to go have sex with Mikhail whenever!" Bill added gesturing across the table to where Harry was now choking and bright red once again and Mikhail was worriedly patting him on the back while his cheeks were a little darker than normal.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Sirius spluttered.

"Well that's what you said to our godson who has been courted by Mikhail for a month and a half!" Remus hissed hitting Sirius's arm.

"Ow Remi you hit hard!" Sirius whined rubbing his arm with a pout.

"Are you alright?" Mikhail asked concerned handing Harry his water while he carried on rubbing his back.

"Can't…get…breath…" Harry wheezed.

"Take a sip," Mikhail tilted the glass to Harry's lips and helped him take a sip before he carried on rubbing his back until Harry was able to get his breath again.

"So Mikhail," Remus smiled shakily once they had all calmed down. "Harry said you would be interested in seeing Wolf's Haven at some point,"

"Harry made me realise that I have been making judgements and basing my opinions on people and information that know nothing truly about werewolves," Mikhail nodded answering honestly.

"All we can ask is that people try and understand," Remus's smile was slightly sad as he responded.

"Mikhail has agreed to help if we need to open another Haven," Harry smiled at the older man.

"Did he offer or did you volunteer him?" Bill snorted.

"I believe it was a mixture of both," Mikhail chuckled before looking amused as chocolate fudge cake appeared in front of them making Harry practically groan in delight.

"Ah yes, the house elves treat whenever Harry visits," Sirius laughed as Harry quickly dived in.

"Yes, Hermione let slip his chocoholic love the first time I met her," Mikhail told them amused.

"That's all Remus's doing, he's got Harry hooked on anything chocolate. The both of them have to have hot chocolate before they go to bed every night," Bill informed Mikhail who looked even more amused at the information.

"Stop giving my secrets away!" Harry complained in between bites.

"Here, its amazing you stay as thin as you do," Mikhail kissed Harry's temple as he swapped Harry's empty plate for the half of cake that he still had left.

"Thank you," Harry fairly beamed at Mikhail leaning up to give him a sweet kiss before turning back to finish eating the cake. Mikhail eyes the three men warily from where they were all sitting eyeing them clearly trying to decided what to do with being faced with the sight of their godson/son/little brother kissing his boyfriend in front of them. Thankfully they seemed to settle on uncomfortably happy for the content look on Harry's face when he gave Mikhail another kiss once he had finished.

Harry realised that he had made a seriously large lapse in judgement in the amount he had drunk throughout the course of the evening. An hour before they should really be thinking about leaving, Harry seriously and majorly had to pee! Which would mean leaving Mikhail alone with the three of them. Which would mean allowing them to do their theatening thing that the others had mentioned which he had intended to avoid.

But after nearly an hour of trying to hold and starting to squirm in his seat he stood and mumbled something about being back really quick with pointed looks to the three men who were suddenly looking innocent. Deciding to be as quick as he physically could he started running the minute he left the room to the nearest toilet.

Mikhail couldn't help but feel a throb of nerves when the three men looked at him the moment Harry left the room. He suddenly believed that he had an insight as to what it felt like for a gazelle to wander right into the middle of a lion's den before realising it.

"So Mikahil," Bill's smile was dangerous as he eyed him up.

"Yes," Mikhail sighed slightly knowing exactly what was coming.

"Look, we believe you when you when you say that you care for Harry, you would have to be pretty blind not to see that. But Harry has been through a lot, he's been hurt enough, too much, by people that he trusted and thought cared for him, it's the one way that you will seriously and unrepairably damage him," Sirius said lowly.

"He still has a lot of people that love and care for him, but he will always be vulnerable to rejection and betrayal, that will always hurt more. We're not going to tell you to leave Harry alone or make any stupid threats like that, because frankly they would be a waste of time, he would get hurt and track you down, you would crack and tell him we threathened you to stay away from him, at which point our lives wouldn't be worth living - if you would even listen to us in the first place. All we can ask is that you don't say anything you don't 150% mean to Harry, that you don't let him down," Bill said seriously ensuring Mikhail understood every words and implication.

"And that you don't hurt him full stop. Because if you get his hopes up and hurt him, if you lead him on and hurt him, if he has his heart broken, we will make sure that your life is made into a living hell, and that is just us, there is a host of other Weasleys and Harry's friends that will be right behind us," Remus promised. "But as it is, we have not seen Harry this happy or confident in a long time, and considering everything that's going on, we have a lot to thank you for. He has a glow again and his eyes are shining in a way we were worried that we wouldn't get to see again," Remus added with a smile.

Mikhail sat staring at the men for a second while he tried to process everything that had just been said in the very short conversation. He had been told that Harry had been hurt and betrayed far too many times for someone his age - also making Mikhail even more thankful that Harry had given him a chance and so quickly - he had been warned that they had seriously thought about scaring him away but Harry was likely too stubborn, too attached to him and too scary for them to try that one. He had been warned that he had to be completely honest and sure of his intentions and actions with Harry. That he was likely to be mentally, then physically tortured before being killed by a group of furious people. Then he had been told that he made Harry genuianly and honestly happier than they had seen him in a long time and in a way that apparently they had been scared would have been lost to them. A very confusing mix.

"Harry really means a lot to me, I am falling in love with him and can see a long future with him so long as he wants me. I know the break up of my marriage is a mystery, with lots of rumours and suspicions as to what happened. My ex wife cheated on me, with several different people, so I broke our bond. I'm not going to do anything to hurt Harry, not like that, and my heart is on the line just as much as his, I haven't trusted anyone the way I am Harry," Mikhail told them, his voice soft as he stared at his hands feeling exceedingly exposed telling them this.

"We have been wondering since Harry told us you were together what happened with your ex wife. Thank you for telling us, it can't have been easy, but it has put our minds at rest," Sirius said softly.

Harry smiled slightly where he was leaning outside the doorway. He had come back towards the end of Bill's part in another obviously rehersed piece and had stopped to listen, his curiosity getting the better if him. The words that had been passed between the group had warmed his heart and made a smile form on his face.

The silence started to drag a little so he quickly and silently retreated down the hallway again before walking with louder footsteps back into the room.

"Everything alright?" He asked as he stepped into the room looking between them as he made his way back to Mikhail's side. Dropping down onto the sofa he curled closer to Mikhail's side than he had been all night, threading his arm through Mikhail's and lacing their fingers together.

"Just fine," Mikhail smiled at him, unable to resist pressing a kiss to Harry's temple after the conversation that had just taken place. Noticing that Sirius, Remus and Bill were purposfully and pointedly absorbed in 'conversation' with each other over what they were going to do the next day Harry reached up and cupped Mikhail's jaw, turning his face to press their lips gently together.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked gently worried what discussing his ex wife with strangers might have done to him.

"I am fine," Mikhail assured him kissing him once more gently.

Harry groaned embarrassed covering his face while his traitorous sudo parents laughed and Mikhail was torn between laughter and shock beside him.

"I knew I shouldn't have let Ron and Hermione tell you those stories!" Harry huffed, pushing Mikhail lightly.

"I apologise, it is amusing though," Mikhail smiled at him pulling him close. For the last hour and a half Sirius, Remus and Bill had decided to share all the stories that they had gotten from Ron and Hermione to 'bond' with Mikhail.

"Ha, laugh it up Mr! We need to get going anyway, before I spontaniously combust," Harry huffed standing up.

"Aw do you have to?" Sirius pouted.

"Some of us have lessons tomorrow," Harry snorted finishing lacing up his boots.

"Will you be alright getting back?" Remus asked standing and tugging Harry into a warm hug.

"I will escort him to the doors do not worry," Mikhail assured them as he shook Sirius's hand.

"Oo, he is a gentleman Harry, most men would take you only to the gates," Bill chuckled as he hugged Harry affectionately.

"You have two of your own to keep up with, keep away from my man," Harry mock glared.

"Your man?" Mikhail raised a challenging eyebrow.

"My man," Harry nodded firmly.

"Good," Mikhail said softly into Harry's ear.

"Alright love birds. We will see you soon, Mikhail you and Blaise are going to have to come by sometime during Christmas, if not for Christmas dinner itself," Sirius grinned squeazing Harry to him. Mikhail paused shaking Remus's hand and looked at the animagus shocked.

"I…Thank you, it will be nice to see you again. And of course the offer is returned, it would be nice to have you over to Zabini manor," Mikhail smiled relieved.

"It sounds good," Remus nodded.

"Take care of yourself pup, be careful around the old coot and keep an eye out. And remember to be careful with your corispondences, we're going to be going to the Haven tomorrow for the three new wolves, we'll send you news somehow of how it went," Remus told Harry kissing his forehead once more with another hug before he helped him tug on his cloak while Mikhail pulled on his own.

"May I say you have amazing taste," Sirius said to Mikhail running a hand down the fur now covering Harry's arm.

"Thank you, I couldn't resist when I saw it," Mikhail inclined his head at the compliment holding his gloves out to Harry, when Harry went to argue he received a firm unmoving look and with a sigh pulled the black leather gloves on. He chuckled slightly amused at the space left in the gloves denoting the differences in size between his and Mikhail's hands.

"I'll see you all soon, stay safe," Harry smiled waving to the others as he held out the wolf figurine.

"Ha, we've now got to go and report to all the others on what we think, they'll be camping out in front of the fireplace," Bill snorted.

"I have to meet all of them won't I?" Mikhail asked dryly getting laughter, slightly evil though it was, from the three men and a sympathetic pat on the arm from Harry.

"I spent four hours insisting to your son that my intentions were completely pure and reasurring him that I wasn't playing you. Your taller, very intimidating when he wants to be son, confused as to what the hell was going on son, by myself," Harry snorted.

"Maybe you have a point," Mikhail smiled wrapping his arm around Harry's waist as he stood behind him, touching the figurine from this posistion. "It was nice finally meeting you all, I have had a pleasant evening, thank you very much,"

"It was nice to finally get to meet you after hearing so much," Remus smiled as Sirius slipped his arm around his waist and Bill's arm went over his shoulders and onto Sirius's.

"And that is definitely our time to go, I've been scarred enough already. Night guys," Harry grinned.

"Aw come on it was a few times," Sirius pouted.

"A few time too many. I hope you have remembered to practice lcoking and silencing charms before the holidays," Harry snorted. "Doggy playhouse," He called feeling Mikhail's arm tightening around his waist as they were pulled away.

When they landed in the snow outside of the Hogwarts gates Harry was stunned when he found himself quickly spun around and Mikhail's demanding lips quickly seizing Harry's, his tongue slicing hungrily though Harry's mouth, taking possession and tasting Harry as his arm wrapped underneath Harry's cloak and tightened around his waist tugging him sharply against his body making Harry groan into his mouth as he kissed back as fiercely. Wrapping his arms around Mikhail's neck Harry tugged the tie out of Mikhail's hair and absently twined it around his fingers while his other hand burrowed into the curtain of silk that fell around their faces like shadows, locking them even more into their own private world.

Harry kept his eyes closed when they pulled apart and tried to get control of his panting breaths and the heavy arousal that had slammed into his body with Mikhail's talented mouth and touches, Mikhail's own warm breath, smelling faintly of the firewhisky he had drunk after supper fell across Harry's lips, not really helping him calm down.

"Not that I am complaining, but what brought that on?" Harry asked once he knew he was able to make a full sentence. To his despair Mikhail let out a husky chuckle, his grip around Harry still holding him to his warm body.

"I didn't realise how hard it was going to be being with you all night, being so close to you and not being able to kiss or touch you freely, I think I may actually have pulled something. It has become so natural just to reach for you, and you are much too naturally desirable," Mikhail smirked at him as Harry's green eyes fluttered open to look at him.

"I hated it as well. I guess I should apologise for being so 'naturally desirable' though," Harry grinned tugging Mikhail's head forward again and loosing himself in the lips and caresses of the overpowering, consuming man.

As he made his way along the corridors back to the Gryffindor tower Harry's mind was lost on the evening, it had gone much better than he expected, Sirius, Remus and Bill had genuinanly liked Mikhail and visa versa, they had found plenty to chat about, Mikhail hadn't treated Remus any differently from Sirius and Bill which was always a definite relationship decider for Harry, and then he had spent twenty minutes standing out in the snow being kept warm with kisses and caresses from his handsom suitor while the fairies glowed and glittered fluttering around the gates of Hogwarts.

Mikhail had as promise walked him to the doors, hand in hand they had barely spoken a word having spent the entire evening chatting, just content in walking as slowly as they could and enjoying extending each others company for as long as they could. When they finally reached the doors more drugging, heart stopping kisses had been exchanged between them, Harry clinging on to Mikhail and pulling him back every time he thought the man might try and pull away. Eventually though they did have to part and it was with clear reluctance on both parts that they said goodnight to each other.

Suddenly out of the shadows of the corridor Harry sensed movement,quickly dropping his wand into his hand and spinning around when a hand snatched his arm from the dark, his glowing wand tip inches away from a repeatedly broken hooked nose, black eyes showing surprise in the red glowing light at the swiftness of Harry's movement and finding a wand in his face with a curse clearly on the tip of Harry's lips.

"What do you want?" Harry snapped yanking his arm away from the tight grasp.

"Very impressive Potter, even more at what you pulled with Lucius Malfoy today. But we need to talk, now!" Severus said firmly.
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