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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or that characters from the fandom. I make no money from writing or posting this story.

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Harry and Hermione had been searching for Remus when Hermione had suddenly pulled them both into a little shop that sold an assortment of products. Hermione stopped in front of a large, floor to ceiling bookshelf that was practically overflowing with books and began to look through the shelves. As his sister began to gather up a pile of books in her arms; a book caught Harry’s eye. It was an old leather bound tome that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. The grey cover was dusty and when Harry pulled the book from the shelf he could see the outline of the book where it had once been. The cover of the book read Craobh Ghinealaigh Emrysalefey in lightly faded gold leafing and when he opened the book he discovered that he couldn't understand a single word. It seemed to be in another language, and probably an old one at that.

“Ready to go Harry?” Hermione asked a she came up beside him holding five large books in her arms.

“Yeah,” Harry said, his arm moving to put the book back, but something in his gut telling him to keep it made him stop, “Let’s go check out and head to Fred and George’s store. Maybe we’ll find Remus there.”

They walked up to the front of the store where a woman stood at the register. Her hair was dark, almost black and flowed in soft waves down her back and around her shoulders. Her diamond shaped face was softened by a light, almost mischievous smile on her pink lips. Her pale grey-green eyes practically glowed in the soft lighting of the store.

She nodded at them politely and asked in a light Irish accent, “Are you ready to check out?”

Hermione smiled back, placing her books on her counter for the woman to scan with her wand and then paid. The woman waved her wand and the books were wrapped in shipping parchment and tied together with twine. When Hermione had her books in her arms Harry handed the woman his book. The woman’s eyes seemed to soften as she looked down at the book, fingertips brushing over the title.

“Such an old book,” The woman said as she looked back up at Harry, “Can you read what it says?”

Harry shook his head, “No ma’am.”

The woman hummed at his response, studying his face thoughtfully before she nodded and scanned the book with her wand, “Be careful with this. Not many can read it without the proper spell, but it still can be dangerous in the wrong hands.”

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion, “What’s the spell?” he asked as he handed her his card.

The woman’s mischievous smile widened a little as she waved her wand then handed the wrapped package and card back to Harry. When she didn’t say anything Harry was about to ask her again, maybe she was insane and needed to be asked a certain amount of times. Who knew? But Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the store.

“Oookay,” She said just as they left the store, “She was weird, but I found some really interesting books on magical creatures!”

Harry let himself be pulled out of the store, but he did look back at the shop in confusion. The woman was still watching him, a thoughtful and kind of sad look on her face.

When Harry and Hermione were out of sight the woman sighed, her eyes growing heavy with a look of longing and sadness.

“Be careful child,” She said quietly to the spot where Harry has disappeared from her sight, “Dangerous times are ahead. Keep him safe. Keep all of them safe. Don’t make the same mistakes that I once did.”

With her last words magic rippled through the air and her eyes closed, a single tear slipping down her cheek as memories of past mistakes and losses fluttered through her mind. Suddenly her body melted away, turning into a downpour of water that soaked the floor behind and around the register counter.

An older woman came out of an office toward the back of the store, marking away at a paper in her hand. When she looked up as she reached the front of the store and saw the water all over she gasped in horror.

“Who spilt water everywhere!?”

~

When they finally got to the joke shop Harry was surprised when the twins looked up at the door and didn’t immediately recognize him. He didn’t think he had change that much. The place was packed and Remus was already there chatting with the twins around their checkout counter. He waved them over and that was when the twin recognized him, their eyes widening as they realized who he was. They ran over to him and before he could even get a ‘hi’ out to them he was grabbed and pulled into another room that had an age limit sign on the door.

“Harry!” Fred exclaimed, and they both hugged him at the same time.

“How are you doing mate?” George asked when they let him go.

“I’ve been fine.” Harry answered after he could breathe again.

“Bloody hell,” Fred started.

“Harry you look,” George added.

“Good.” Fred finished.

“I came into my inheritance. It seems I’ve got some creature blood in me.” Harry explained and quickly started telling them all that he had found out.

“Wicked.” They said at the same time, grinning.

“We have some,” George said.

“Stuff for you Harry.” Fred said.

“All free of course.” George added.

“We won’t let you pay Harry.” Fred scolded when Harry began to protest.

“You got us started you know.”

“Couldn’t do any of this without you.”

Harry gave up and followed them deeper into the back of the room. As they walked he looked around at all the shelves on the walls and raised an eyebrow. Apparently the twins had taken to selling adult products as well as their joke supplies.

Fred snapped his fingers and a basket appeared in his hand and he began filling it up with different items. Lubes, massage oils, toys. Harry’s eyes widened but he didn’t say anything. He knew the twins would refuse a negative answer to what they were giving him.

“Now that you are old enough Harry,” Fred started.

“You’re definitely going to be” George said.

“Interested in experimenting.” Fred added.

“We understand what it is like.” George said looking back at him with a wicked grin.

“And trust us; your partner will love these.” Fred added as he put a string with seven large beads on it in the basket.

Harry forced his face not to turn red. An image of Draco lay out on a bed with those beads being pushed slowly into him came into his mind and he groaned. They were trying to torture him. He knew it.

Soon the basket was full of items. There were about four different toys in the basket along with many different flavors and sensation creating lubricants. He knew they were right, but why did they have to do this to him now, when he had to leave with his godfather and his sister. The twins closed and latch the basket shut before shrinking it and handing it to Harry.

Trying to change the topic from the awkward one that they were currently on Harry asked, “How is Ron?”

Fred and George frowned and looked at each other before looking back at him, “Dumbledore’s trying to get him to tell him everything he knows about you.”

“Doing the same to Ginny, Mum, and Dad.”

“They haven’t told anything though.”

“Never do that.”

Harry nodded and sighed. He needed to get them away from Dumbledore. He didn’t know what the old man was willing to do if he got desperate enough and didn’t get the answers or results that he wanted.

“Well Harry.”

“Time to go.”

“Can’t spend all our time working on you.” Fred joked.

“Yes, we got other customers that actually pay.” George snickered.

Harry grinned and shook his head at the two red heads.

After exiting the room and saying their goodbyes to the twins, Harry, Hermione, and Remus left the shop. They were walking back to the Leaky Cauldron to floo home and Harry could tell seeing the twins had made Hermione sad since she had not seen Ron yet. He knew what she was feeling; he missed his best friend too and was worried about him and his family.

Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione’s shoulder to comfort her, “Don’t worry ‘Mione, we’ll get a hold of him. If not soon, then when we get to school.”

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Harry was pacing in his bedroom. It was just after dinner time, getting close to 8pm and he still hadn’t heard anything from Severus. He was beginning to wonder if the potions master wasn’t going to show up when Motsy appeared at his doorway.

“Master Harry has a guest!” She said sounding excited.

“Thank you Motsy!” Harry said as he ran past the little elf and down the stairs, sliding to a stop in the entrance hallway.

Standing in front of him was Severus Snape. The man was looking down his nose at him, but it didn’t have the same holier than thou expression behind it. No the man looked almost nervous as adjusted the sleeves of his usual long, black robe.

“You came.” Harry breathed out before he could stop himself.

Severus nodded sharply, “You invited me into your home. Of course I came, Potter.”

“Harry,” Harry said stepping closer to Severus, “My name is Harry, or, well, it was.”

At Severus’s confused look Harry said, “It’s a long story. I can explain, but we should sit.”

Harry held out his hand for Severus to take so that he could guide him to the living room, but after a moment when the other man didn’t take his hand Harry’s stomach dropped. He lowered his hand and gave a quick nod of acceptance, a lump coming to rest in his throat.

“If you’ll follow me to the living room we can talk.” Harry said, stiffly turning around and walking in the direction of the room he mentioned.

Severus followed the younger man to the room, silently admiring the way the leather pants he was wearing fit him perfectly in all the right places. When they reached the living room Severus looked away from his mate to hide his blatant staring. He sat down in a high backed arm chair across from the couch that Harry sat down in.

“First of all, my parents were not Lily and James Potter.” Harry said, raising his free hand to silence Severus when he looked like he was going to protest. “I don’t know how I ended up with the Potters, and I am sure that they loved me, but they were not my birth parents. My real parents were cursed or something and they no longer remember me. My real name is Dominick Corvus Black. I was born on December 31, 1979. So, I am going to be turning 18 this year and not 17 and I am a Darverius.” Harry stopped himself when he realized he was rambling, about useful information, but it was still rambling.

“You’re saying that you are the child of Bellatrix LeStrange and Dorian Darkwing?” Severus asked slowly, like he wasn’t quite sure he was talking to someone sane.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the older man, but his muscles tensed at the slightly mocking tone. He really hoped that after he had marked his mates all this pent up agitation would disappear. He didn’t like being treated like a lower being at the Dursley’s and he sure as hell wasn’t going to treat his mates like that. So the urges to make them submit to his every whim needed to stop. Harry found himself wishing that his dad wasn’t insane so that he could teach him how to control himself better.

“Yes I am,” Harry said a light growl escaping as he spoke, “I can prove it with a heritage parchment or potion if it would suit you.”

Severus visibly winced at the growl before he quickly answered, “No, I believe you. It’s just hard to believe when Darkwing disappeared almost two decades ago. I don’t remember Bellatrix ever being pregnant.”

“You don’t know who Dorian Darkwing is?” Harry asked suddenly realizing that Severus hadn’t made a connection to Darkwing and Voldemort.

“I know that he was a teacher’s assistant at Hogwarts around the same time that Bellatrix and Lucius went to school. It is said that he quit his job in order to court Bellatrix. Other than that I don’t know much about him.” Severus said.

“Dorian Darkwing is Voldemort.” Harry said pride filling his chest with Severus didn’t even flinch at the name, “The goblins believe that some sort of curse was used in order to change my parent’s memories. It would have had to be a ritual or some sort to erase their memory of me and or each other, not to mention to make my father believe he is someone who he isn’t and drive them both insane.”

Severus’s brow furrowed as he thought over Harry’ words. It had been a shock to hear that Bellatrix was suddenly killing people and torturing others. She had a vicious streak, but she was normally a moderately kind person when she wasn’t protecting someone she loved. Then the fact that Dorian Darkwing mysteriously disappeared from Bellatrix’s life and the rest of the world, and then Voldemort suddenly appeared was very odd.

“Do you know who did this to them?” The potions master asked.

“Dumbledore,” Harry said, “He’s the only one that would gain anything from this. If someone wanted the Black fortune all they had to do was kill them. This, this is a means to gain power and Dumbledore is in the spotlight right now. The whole wizarding world thinks he’s a hero and he’s gaining more power as my parents continue to suffer.”

Harry noticed the Severus suddenly looked uncomfortable at the mention of the old coot’s name so he asked what was wrong.

“He’s the reason why I was late tonight,” Severus said, beginning to pull at his sleeves again, “I didn’t give him information that he needed on Volde- your father’s whereabouts and I paid the price.”

Harry was immediately in front of Severus, gentle hands turning his head to either side, and a nose inhaled deeply; searching for the scent of blood. Harry quickly pulled his hands back when he saw fear flash through Severus’s eyes, fear that was directed at him.

“What did he do to you?” Harry asked, internally wincing when his voice sounded more like a growl that an actual voice.

“He destroyed my home.” Severus answered quickly removing the fear from his features and pulling his mask back on, “He burnt it to the ground.”

Harry felt rage flow through his body once more. His stiffened his muscles to prevent his limbs from shaking as the rage built up inside of him. How dare that bastard do this to his mate. Taking in a few deep breaths Harry backed up until he was sitting across from Severus again; giving them both space to calm down.

“You can stay here. There are plenty of empty rooms.”

Severus nodded, internally very thankful that he had a place to sleep that night that wasn’t outside in the hot air.

“Harry, or Dominick,” Severus spoke, not giving Harry the time to choose which name he wanted his mate to use he continued, “What are you expecting of me?”

Now it was Harry’s turn to be confused. His brow furrowed again and he knew that he was going to end up with frown lines before he was 20 if he kept this up.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

Severus shifted in his chair, looking uncomfortable at having to explain himself.

“As your submissive mate,” Severus cleared his throat as his nerves began to pool in his stomach, “What am I expected to do for you?”

“Expected to-?” Harry began before realization dawned on his face. He quickly stood from his seat and moved over to kneel in front of the other man, “I don’t expect you to do anything for me Severus. You are your own person, and a pretty damn stubborn one at that. I wouldn’t want to change you for anything. Though,” Harry grinned a little, “It would be nice if we didn’t fight over everything like we usually do.” Harry reached up and traced his index finger over the man’s jaw, “It would also be nice to see what you really look like when we’re home.”

Severus felt better at Harry’s words and smirked before he dropped the glamours covering his body. Dark purple eyes stared down at Harry with unconcealed amusement as the young Darverius gaped at the man sitting in front of him. Harry was having a hard time restraining himself before, but the moment the glamour felt his inner animal began to take over. Suddenly he lurched forward, lightly chapped lips crashing against soft, dark cherry colored ones and fingers tangling in long, silky black strands. Harry had a knee resting on the seat beside Severus’s hip and was tilting the man’s head up as his tongue licked long strokes into his mouth, exploring every crevasse that he could find. He could taste the mint tea Severus had drunk recently, as well as something salty that was just Severus.

The potion’s master was kissing Harry back with as much vigor as he could muster after the long day he had experienced, but when Harry’s fingers touched the first button of his vest fear shot through him. Harry jerked back from his mate as that fear flared through their bond. He was panting as he struggled to gain back control of his body. Harry nodded before leaning in and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to Severus’s lips and then standing to his own two feet.

“All right,” Harry said, sounding like he was still trying to convince himself to stop, “All right, I’ll show you to your room.”

Severus slowly stood and followed Harry. He watched him closely in case his dominant mate suddenly changed his mind about stopping. Deciding it was safe to talk again when they reached the top of the stairs and Harry hadn’t jumped him he asked a question that had been bugging him.

“Have you been able to connect to Draco and Lucius yet?”

Harry suddenly stopped and Severus began to wonder if he had brought up something he shouldn’t have. His assumptions were confirmed when Harry spoke next.

“Lucius?” Harry asked turning to face Severus, “I know about Draco, but not Lucius.”

Severus sent his mate a questioning look as he wondered how Harry could know about him and Draco, but not Lucius.

“The third link has been closed since my inheritance.” Harry said as he began to walk again, stopping only when he reached a door just to the right of the master bedroom.

Severus looked thoughtful when Harry turned to him again, “Lucius may be blocking his connection to you out of fear. He’s a naturally dominant man; he probably isn’t coping well with being suddenly thought of as submissive.”

When Harry looked confused Severus continued to explain, “A lot of old cultures of magical creatures see a vast difference between submissive and dominant mates. Some even go as far as thinking that a submissive is only useful for breeding purposes. Darverius have never been like this though. Most prefer equal relationships, except during intercourse. Lucius doesn’t know who you are or that you are Darverius and he had been trained since birth to know how to be submissive. Once his father died, he was able to be dominant in all aspects of his life. He’s probably afraid you will take this away from him.”

Harry nodded his understanding of what his mate had told him, “I’ll try to make a connection to him. Maybe I can at least tell him what I am before he shuts the door on me.” Harry pointed at the door in front of them, “This is your room. Say your name before you open the door and the room will automatically decorate itself to your liking,” Then he pointed to the master bedroom, “My room is there and you can find me or call for Motsy, my house elf, if you need anything.”

Severus nodded and spoke his name. His hand was on the doorknob to his room when Harry leaned forward and kissed him again. When they finally broke apart Harry quickly said goodnight and walked to his room so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

A/N: I would love for someone to do a fanvid or some fanart for me! That would be awesome! I also love hearing ideas from you guys. Another quick thing: If you are confused about something you have to tell me specifically what is confusing you. Just telling me that you are confused doesn't help me fix anything at all. Send me an email at johnson.angel39@yahoo.com if you would like to be put on an update list. :D
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