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Fire Keeper	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14003 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Anything associated with Harry potter is not mine nor do I recieve payment for the production of this story. The known characters, places and familiar situations in this piece are a product of J K Rowling.

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Chapter Seven: Meet the Family, well... Part of it

"PUT ME DOWN!"

The scream echoed through the manor halls, loud and harsh and filled with all the anger of a teenager dragged from a mid-afternoon nap.

"You know," Erin paused where he stood against the wooden dining table, one fork pressed to his lips in thought, "it's rather like having two demented children..."

Myvi grinned wryly in passing, her blonde head shaking slowly as she took the cutlery from his hands and moved to set the places for dinner. "Harry has every right to be mad at Theo, he should have waited until Baro came home and let our Dragonette deal with the little one."

"I don't think he likes that name all that much.." Erin dipped a slender finger into the pot cooling by the stove, sucking the soup from the appendage with a testing wrinkle to his nose. "I don't blame him, really... You remember the first time Baro wanted me to meet another Dragonette? Even if it is his brother, it's mighty scary and Harry's only been living with us a week."

Myvi sighed at the loud yelp that sounded in the hallway followed swiftly by a pair of feet pounding their way back upstairs. True, freshly mated submissives were more inclined to run from a strange Dragonette than embrace them as family, but it had not taken Erin long to warm up to the man and she was certain Harry would soon realise that he was not a threat, despite what his instincts told him. She growled at the aggravated growl that came from Theo as he made his way into the kitchen/dining area, her eyes narrowing. "Leave him be, Theo, you know well that the prospect of meeting another Dragonette so soon will not sit well with him, shame on you for trying to force him down."

"He's Harry Potter!" Theo's mouth drew in a thin line, "he isn't afraid of anything!- ah!"

The dominant gasped as a wooden spoon was brought down sharply on his head, Erin's glowering face inches from his own. "Less of that, Theodore. He's not Harry Potter, nor is he an idol with no faults, he is our mate and his instincts have just begun to suffer with his connection to us. Get up there and apologise. Go on!"

Erin brandished the spoon threateningly until the taller man had hurried from the room, his shoulders hunched in remorse. The pregnant blonde cast a triumphant smile in Myvi's direction, before returning once more to the sauce still cooking on the back burner.

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"Harry?"

A low growl in warning was his only answer as Theo rapped gently on the door that led to Harry's private space. The brown eyed man sighed, his back turning to lean against the solid panel of wood.

"Harry, I really am sorry. I shouldn't have lifted you and I shouldn't have tried to force you to come downstairs. You have nothing to fear from Baro's brother but I should have known how close to the surface your primal magic was, I hadn't realised your fear was genuine. I apologise."

Silence was all that greeted him, a sullen silence that he was sure would slowly eat away at him. He could only be thankful he was not on the other side of the door he now leaned against to receive the full wrath of Harry's glare. Sweet as Potter had turned out to be with the flow of submissive dragon magic to steer his growth, he was still a powerful wizard and one Theo would prefer not to be on the wrong side of.

"If it makes you feel any better, Erin hit me."

A low mumble, too low to gather what it was the smaller man was saying.

"What?" Theo inched closer to the door, his face turned to press his ear against the wood.

"He should have hit you harder."

The former Slytherin huffed a dry laugh, his mouth splitting in a small smile. "Please open the door, Harry. I want to apologise."

The door was opened slowly, warily, with suspicious green eyes peering at him from the six inch gap he made. "You already apologised."

Theo stared down at the man he had known only as a boy, his eyes fixing not on the soft features and overall subtle beauty of the Gryffindor, but on the way his cheeks looked far too thin, on the circles that gathered almost invisibly beneath his eyes and on the wary set of his mouth that seemed such a permanent feature, it was almost shocking to see him smile with ease.

He bent forward slowly, his eyes never leaving Harry's green gaze until he had pressed his mouth against the submissive's and those bright green eyes fluttered closed. The smaller man's lips had gone slack, his hand dropping from where it held the door. Theo smiled gently against their first kiss, his hands rising to capture Harry's hips and his mouth opening to capture Harry's bottom lip gently. He didn't stop until the skin beneath his hands had grown hot to touch and the submissive's cheeks were a brilliant pink as he pulled away.

"That is how one apologises in this family, Harry."

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He watched him from the upstairs landing, carefully concealed behind the intricate wooden panelling but with a clear view of the front hall, a hall which now contained Baro, Erin, Myvi, Theo and a stranger who, for reasons he didn't quite understand, made Harry uncertain.

The stranger was Baro's brother, Murenn. He knew that this was Baro's younger brother, a man who had gone abroad in an attempt to seek a connection and start a family, yet he had not. He had returned only days ago to a village not far from their own and, once learning of Baro's newest member, had begged his brother to be the first in the family to greet the submissive.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched Murenn ruffle Erin's loose locks and place a gentle hand on his swollen stomach, only for the blonde to laugh as he always did when something was said of his pregnancy and the impending baby.

That was something Harry had yet to dwell on, so preoccupied had he been on fitting in and learning the manners and familiar ticks of everyone in the house that he had not spared much time to the thought that there would soon be a baby among them. A baby which Erin insisted was also his and would grow to love him as it would his guard, Myvi, his sire, Baro and his father, Theo. Erin had, in passing, called him the second mother, stilling Harry from whatever he had been doing at that moment.

A mother. Was that how Erin saw himself? A wife and a caregiver... Seeing how happy the man was on a near constant basis, Harry couldn't bring himself to believe the notion that being simply a mother would never be enough for him. Erin was content in a way he had only ever seen once, in Fleur when she was having her first child.

He would hardly call himself a Mummy though, papa, perhaps and he would love any child he carried as much as his own mother had loved him, but to actually consider his stomach swollen with child... it was a thought for which he had no answer to yet. He placed a considering hand on his own, flat stomach, before his eyes strayed once more to Erin's smiling face, his blue eyes twinkling as he pushed Murenn playfully towards the dining room.

"Brooding, my Harry?"

Harry yelped, his hands lifting to brace against the railing as Baro's strong arms suddenly enfolded him from behind, lifting him into standing position and above the hidden safety of the panel. His green eyes widened, his cheeks flushed as Baro drew him up again and carried him down the set of stairs. Panicked, he struggled against the Dragonette who rumbled gently, a soft endearment that everything was alright.

Though he stilled in the grasp, Harry's heart beat painfully against his chest as he aws brought face to face with the Dragonette he did not know. Murenn's red hair was a shade darker than his brother's, sleek but not nearly as pretty and his eyes were a dark brown, near black in the dimly lit hall of the manor.

Harry watched him with wary eyes, his lips pinched in suspicion and his magic flickering against his skin, prevented from lashing out only by Baro's own unique essence binding it gently in place. Murenn watched him, his brown eyes darting from green to violet before a wide smile split his sun-darkened face.

"He's beautiful."

"He most certainly is not," Harry snarled, wriggling from Baro's strong arms to drop into a crouch and slink behind Theo's laughing form "and his name is Harry."

Murenn hid a smile skilfully, his expression modest. He bowed gently towards where Harry stood, the submissive's arms crossed stubbornly across his chest. "My apologies, dearest Harry. I did not mean to offend you but, if you may, you are indeed very beautiful. My brother is a lucky man."

At a loss for what to do, Harry chose to offer the man one perplexed glance before turning on his heel and striding towards the dining room, ignoring Erin as the blonde raced beside him, his eyes bright with laughter.

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"So, Harry, tell me about yourself?"

Harry froze where he sat by Myvi's right side, his spoon of ice cream raised halfway to his mouth before he sighed and lowered it back down. "I'm a wizard, I guess I've graduated from Hogwarts and there's nothing much to tell that the Prophet hasn't already had a say on to be honest."

Murenn snorted in humour, his easy smile had been growing on Harry throughout their meal, easing the smaller man's discomfort. Despite what his instincts had first told him, he felt at ease with Murenn, like he would with Hermione and Ron. The man had potential to become a good friend. "I never did read newspapers, no attention span for the print."

Harry grinned as he spooned another mouthful of ice cream into his mouth. "You're probably better off if you don't."

"So, Harry, dearest," Erin announced suddenly into the silence, his spoon clattering into his empty bowl and his hands drifting to his bump in a way that had become familiar. "What opinion have you for me on names?"

"Names?" Harry frowned, confused for a moment before Erin pointed dramatically to his swollen stomach and it clicked. "Oh! Oh, names, oh right..." He placed his spoon down with a sudden frown on his brow. "But isn't it up to the mother and father to name the baby?"

He jumped at the round of well-mannered chuckling he question brought on, his gaze turning to Baro in confusion. "No, Harry," Baro rumbled softly from his other side, his hand reaching out to card through Harry's lengthening curls. "It is up to the entire mateship to name a baby. Who carried the child and who sired it has no more rights than a bond mate brought in hours before the baby's birth. Of course, the mother will always feel a special connection to their own children, it does not mean they will love the children of other submissive's any less. It is equal."

"meaning," Erin put in with a smile, "that we take everyone's names into account and whichever fits, is given to the babe. Myvi gave us only a girl's name, Bea, because she doesn't believe it's a boy. Theo, gave the names Annabelle and Rossell, named for his ancestors of course. Baro quite likes the name Dara for both, though he's not averse to Annabelle and my own are Harrison and Tegwyn, for my dear grandmother. Any idea?"

Harry blinked, his eyes travelling to the obvious bump beneath Erin's jumper. "I've never really thought about it, to be honest... But I suppose if I ever had children I would have named them for my mother and father, Lily and James. It seems the most sincere way to honour their memory."

"Lily," Erin breathed as though he'd struck gold, his eyes narrowing suddenly. "I didn't even think on flowers, how could I not think of flowers?"

"Your head's always in the clouds, you never see the flowers."

"I am not averse to climbing over this table and smacking you, Theodore."

"If I recall correctly, the last time you were on this table, Erin, it was Theo who was doing the... smacking."

Harry turned wide eyes on Baro's suddenly heated gaze, his cheeks flooding with colour at the implication of those words. Theo grinned ferally from where he sat beside Murenn, winking slowly when Harry's green gaze caught his own.

"You know, I do believe that's how the one on its way was conceived..."

"Right!" Mureen stood with a laugh, "that's me on my way home!"
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