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Golden Silence	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36124 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

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September 6, 1991

Harry woke to the sound of someone whimpering in pain and shot straight up in the bed, shrugging off Charlie and Cedric’s arms. Sitting on the corner of the bed, Draco was biting into a pillow, sobbing. Harry scurried over Charlie, grabbing Draco’s arm to pull the blonde’s attention to him.

“Dray? What happened? Are you hurt?”

“Harry,” Draco’s voice dripped with pain. “My w-wings, my wings are coming in.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise before he was pulling Draco’s nightshirt off so he could see what the blonde was talking about. He gasped when Draco’s back was exposed to him. There were two long ridges bulging out of Draco’s back, on either side of his spine. Harry watched as the ridges moved, like they were trying to break out of Draco’s back.

Draco’s whimper broke Harry’s eyes away from the ridges and he looked at his friend in concern. Tears were flowing down Draco’s face and Harry panicked, not knowing what to do. He rushed forward, grabbing Draco’s face in his hands and forced Draco to look at him.

“What do I do? Dray, I want to help you!”

Draco stared at him for a moment, pain dulling his eyes. “Wake up Charlie. Elves-” he shivered as the ridges bulged again, “Elves can help dull pain.”

Harry nodded and crawled back to where Charlie and Cedric had moved closer in their sleep, shaking the redhead’s shoulder. Charlie groaned and rolled onto his back, staring at Harry through sleep-crusted eyes, sitting up slowly.

“Harry? Is something wrong?”

“Dray’s wings! He’s hurt! You have to help him Charlie!”

Harry pulled Charlie over to Draco, watching as his oldest mate pulled the blonde into his lap, urging Draco to rest his head against Charlie’s chest. Charlie’s hands ran down the ridges on Draco’s back and Draco let out a breath he’d been holding, collapsing against Charlie’s chest. Charlie’s hands continued to travel up and down the ridges on Draco’s back, easing the wings out of them slowly, brushing across the feathers to clear them of blood and help them lay flat. When it looked like Draco’s wings were fully emerged, Charlie looked up at Harry, smiling.

“Can you go get Draco a cloth from the bathroom so we can wash his wings off? It only has to be a little wet.”

Harry nodded and ran off to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth a few minutes later. He handed it to Charlie and watched as he slowly ran the cloth down Draco’s wings, smoothing them out and removing the blood.

“Why didn’t my wings hurt? Dray’s hurt him, but mine didn’t hurt at all.”

Charlie looked up and smiled. “A fae isn’t the same as a Veela, Harry. Fae have slits in their back that their wings slide out of, sort of like the sheath a sword is kept in. Veela don’t grow their wings until they’ve found their mates. Draco’s still a little young to be getting his wings, but he did because I’ve already had my inheritance in effect for two years. And Cedric should be getting his inheritance soon, although since he’s almost fifteen, it might wait until his birthday.”

Harry blinked, confused. “But Charlie, why do we get our inheritances when you get yours? What if someone got their inheritance but their mate was only a baby? Would it force the baby’s inheritance too?”

Charlie shook his head. “As far as I’ve read, nobody has ever had a mate more than eight years younger than them. You’re seven and a half years younger than me, but you didn’t get your inheritance until you turned eleven. I’ve read a few books about it, and the one that made the most sense to me said that if the older mate turns fifteen before the younger mate is eleven, he does not feel the pull to find his mate until the younger mate’s eleventh birthday, or the first time the younger mate is exposed to a great deal of magic after his or her birthday. That’s why I didn’t feel you until you boarded the Hogwarts Express. Diagon Alley didn’t have enough ambient magic to force your creature to recognize that you had a mate who was of age.”

Harry still looked confused, but he nodded slowly. “Will Draco be okay now?”

Draco peeked up from where he was resting against Charlie’s chest and nodded. “I’m fine now, Harry. It was just as my wings started coming in that they hurt. I’ll be okay now. Thank you for helping me.”

Harry smiled at Draco and scooted forward until he was pressed against Charlie’s side, shyly trailing his fingers over Draco’s wings.

“They’re so soft, Dray. They’re beautiful.”

Draco smiled at him and burrowed closer to Charlie. “Growing wings takes a lot out of a boy. I think we should all go back to sleep. Come on Harry.”

Charlie nodded his agreement and laid back against the bed, keeping Draco against his chest and pulling Harry in to lie against his side. “Come on, we’ll all need our sleep. I’m sure this isn’t the last excitement we’ll have.”

Harry yawned and closed his eyes, his hand resting against the white feathers on Draco’s back. His head rested on Charlie’s shoulder, breath mixing with Draco’s as they slipped into sleep.

October 10, 1991

In the month since Draco’s wings had come in, so much had happened to Harry and his mates. Now, there was an indisputable line between the Weasley siblings at Hogwarts, Fred and George siding with Charlie and Percy and Ron siding against him. The Slytherin first years had firmly decided to defend Harry and his mates after one quelling look from Draco. Now, the school was full of the tension between the two groups as each set out to hurt the other as much as possible.

The first time Harry had met the other Weasley siblings, he had been terrified. Charlie had joined them for breakfast in the Great Hall for the first time, sitting in between Draco and Cedric and pulling Harry on his lap. Four redheads had stood up from the Gryffindor table, each of them displaying a different amount of shock. They had all come over to confront Charlie, Ron wearing a smug ‘I told you so’ look on his face. Percy had demanded that Charlie leave the Slytherin table, telling him that he had no place there and looking at him in disgust when Charlie stated that he would sit with his mates. Fred and George had grinned at Charlie and told him that they couldn’t wait to see their mum’s face turn purple when she found out.

After that, the twins had started pranking Percy and Ron whenever they tried to corner Harry or Draco to bully them. The result had been an extraordinary loss of points for Gryffindor and the division of the Weasley household. Charlie and the twins were still getting howlers from Mrs. Weasley about their ‘betrayal of family ideals.’

Harry had been distraught, thinking that Charlie would leave him because his mother told him to, but Charlie had told him that there was no way he would ever leave Harry, or any of his mates. It had taken a week for Harry to truly believe him, but at last he did.

Now, it was Cedric’s birthday, and the mates were gathered together in their room, preparing for Cedric’s inheritance. Charlie had told them about his own inheritance so they could prepare for Cedric’s. To the side of the bed, there was a bowl full of fresh fruit and a pitcher of water. According to Charlie, the change wasn’t painful, but it was exhausting, and afterwards, all Cedric would want to eat would be fruit. Because he wasn’t expecting to grow wings, or anything much, other than longer hair and pointed ears, Cedric was in his warmest night clothes, settled in the middle of the bed.

Harry and Draco sat on either side of Cedric, each one curled up into his sides. Charlie said it might be easier for Cedric, if he could sense them once he had changed. Charlie himself sat at the edge of the bed, legs crossed, and eyes closed. He was the anchor of the group, keeping his younger mates calm, especially Draco, who tended to be a bit hot-headed. All it took was one touch from Charlie and the rest of them calmed. Now, he was providing that calm for the rest of the room, anchoring all of the emotions that were flowing through the room and pouring out a calm aura.

When the change hit, there was hardly any sign. Cedric stiffened slightly, tightening his hold on Harry and Draco. Harry looked up and watched as Cedric’s dark blonde hair grew until it brushed his shoulders. His ears, previously perfectly round, grew slightly, ending in a point. When he opened his eyes, Harry gasped. Cedric’s stormy grey eyes practically sparkled now, like drops of silver. Cedric smiled down at Harry and chuckled as his mate blushed, ducking against his shoulder.

When the last of the changes had ended, Draco grabbed the bowl of fruit and set it in front of Cedric. The younger two laughed as Cedric set upon the bowl like a starved man, eating everything inside it in seconds.
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