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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13952 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The light of the full moon pierced through the trees, slicing across the wolf that lay, heaving, on the dirt. The wind had picked up slightly and Harry pulled his arms around himself in the sudden chill. He walked up to Moony and crouched down beside the wolf as the animal whimpered pitifully. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and stroking Moony’s head, trying to give him as much comfort as he could and hoping that it would be appreciated. The wolf lifted his head to stare at Harry with golden eyes that went from dull to bright the second they focussed on him. Moony jumped up, loud yips of what Harry assumed was happiness bursting from him as he starting lapping at Harry’s face.

“Ewww, yuck Moony!” Harry chuckled, trying to bat away the tongue that was leaving his cheeks and chin soaked. Moony got his mouth a few times which made him shudder, he didn't know where that tongue had been but he doubted it was anywhere hygienic. The wolf’s excitement knocked Harry backwards, landing on his arse in the dirt, and Moony used this to his advantage, jumping over him and licking every part of Harry’s face he could reach. “Calm down!”

The sound of someone else chuckling reminded Harry that Sirius was standing not too far away, watching the entire scene. Harry threw him a look, the grin on his face refusing to dampen. Sirius was watching them, the moonlight making his silver eyes glow, the mirth in them just as bright. He caught Harry’s eye before his body shifted, so swift and elegantly that it was as if it was always meant to do it. In Sirius’ place was Padfoot, his dark fur looking ever scraggily and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He bounded over, letting out a few harsh barks before joining in, adding to the wetness on Harry’s face with his own enthusiasm.

Feeling completely harassed and yet enjoying every second of it, Harry tried to roll out of the way of the two canines, pushing himself off the ground with his hands, he stood up. It didn't help much, since even on all fours Moony came up to Harry’s stomach. He must have decided to give Harry a break though because he barked and pounced on Padfoot instead. The two rolled around, mouths open, teeth snapping at each other’s throats. Harry wiped his face with the sleeves of his coat before pulling it off and stuffing it in his backpack, he placed Remus’ clothes in there also, but he made sure they were folded neatly.

Moony and Padfoot’s whines and yips were the only thing he could hear, they filled the forest with the sounds of their play and it made Harry smile. He watched them, flashes of scruffy black and smooth brown, almost merging as they bounced against each other, and wondered what it would be like to feel as free as they seemed. He didn't think that he had ever felt free, not even when he had defeated Voldemort. The weight of so many deaths acting as his own person ball and chain. And now he was locked up with more want, not free to express the things he felt. He sighed, hanging his head and scuffing his feet against the ground.

It was a growl that pulled his gaze up again. It wasn’t a friendly noise, in fact it was rather nerve-wracking to hear and Harry’s gut tensed as he prepared to fight. Moony had frozen over Padfoot, the dog laying on his back with his throat exposed, and was frantically looking in the other direction, his head moving back and forth. Harry frowned and took a step forward, Moony’s head shot in his direction and the growl ended immediately. The wolf ran towards him, barking, licking at Harry’s hand when he reached the boy and somehow Harry knew that he had been searching for him all along.

“Hey, it’s alright, I’m here.”

Moony growled again, in warning this time, as if telling Harry to stay within his sight. He nudged Harry’s hand and the wizard scratched behind his ears, wondering how anyone could be scared of his werewolf. Sure, without the wolfsbane Remus may have killed him, something he wasn’t going to test, but looking at the wolf as he closed his eyes, enjoying the attention, it was hard to imagine him being vicious. It just wasn’t Remus.

“Ready to play?” Harry asked, smirking.

Moony’s eyes snapped open and he cocked his head in question the second before Harry shot off in the opposite direction, running away from the wolf as fast as he could. Two different barks sounded after him, he could tell the harsher one was from Moony and the softer, more playful one was Padfoot. He ran and ran, his bag bouncing against his back, his legs aching and his lungs burning as they sucked in the chilled air. He could hear the fall of paws against the ground and the heavy panting from his canines as they chased him. He weaved in and out of the trees, jumping falling logs and dodging branches that threatened to smack him in the face.

He laughed, a burst of euphoria that made him gasp for breath. Moony and Padfoot barked wildly and he wondered what else was hearing their game. Other wolves, centaurs and unicorns? Would they come and investigate or would they know to leave them alone. He didn't know but he found that he didn't care either. They could come to them, could try and hurt them, but they would win in the end. The three of them together were more powerful than even he could imagine.

A sweep of wind stung his cheeks as a growl sounded close behind him. Paw slammed into his back and his foot slipped from beneath him, sending him plummeting to the ground. His hands took most of the impact, sending a jolt through his arms that rattled his bones. A grunt of pain escaped his lips but he was distracted by the sharp teeth nipping the back of his neck and the fur warming his back. Then a long warm tongue swiped across his face again and they were right back where they started, with Harry being accosted by wet appendages, trying to laugh while keeping his mouth shut.

He gave up after a few minutes, flopping down onto his back and staring up through the swaying leaves. Padfoot collapsed beside him, leaning heavily against Harry’s side and resting his head on the teens chest while Moony scouted the area, sniffing the ground to make sure they were alone. Harry scratched behind Padfoot’s ears, smirking when his canine godfather made a satisfied snorting sound. It was hard to believe that it was Sirius curling up against him, sniffling and nudging his hand every time his fingers paused. It was easier being around the man when he wasn’t stirring up those feelings inside of Harry. Like this, it was as if there was no issues between them, no tension.

A cold, wet nose skirting along Harry’s cheek as Moony came back over and settled next to them, blocking the wind with his huge body. He was close enough to give some extra warmth and Harry plunged a hand into the long fur, feeling the coarse strands between his fingers and the hot skin beneath them. Moony languidly licked at Harry’s cheek every now and then, as if he couldn’t stop himself from tasting the boy’s skin, but Harry didn't mind so much until Moony started digging his wet nose into the flesh of Harry’s neck, sniffing loudly and shoving hard. Harry pulled his head away with a grimace.

“Ow, what are you doing that for?” He asked, rubbing at his throat and shifting away. Moony followed him, continuing to sniff at his throat. Being shoved aside, Padfoot whined and got up, leaning his muzzle in tentatively, trying to scent whatever it is that Moony was smelling on their mate. Harry swiped at them, pushing Padfoot’s face away easily but not succeeding with Moony, the wolf’s head was too large and his strength way to vast for Harry to overcome. The cold nose was against his throat again and Moony started to growl viciously. Harry could feel sharp teeth bared against his skin as if Moony was snarling at his neck and remembered the love bite that Sirius had pointed out earlier.

“Moony.” Harry gasped, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. Maybe the wolf could smell Blaise on him still, even under the body wash, as if what he had done with the boy was imprinted on his flesh. Why should he feel guilty? He had no reason too, but the way Moony was growling made him feel as though he had been wrong to touch Blaise. The angry, upset noise making him feel as though he belonged to Moony rather than himself. Or maybe that was just what he wished at the moment.

The wolf went suddenly silent, pulling his head back and staring at Harry through those golden eyes. The gaze was heavy and Harry sighed, looking away. How could Moony make him feel this way? He was a wolf not a person and he wasn’t fully Remus, no matter if the potion allowed him some control. Right? Moony barked and walked away through the trees, snarling at Padfoot before he disappeared, galloping off. Padfoot cocked his head at Harry, wandering towards him and sniffing at Harry’s neck. The boy swiped him away but Padfoot just growled at him, his body shifting from animal to man.

Sirius crouched next to him, a frown twisting his features, he ran a hand through his hair. “What was that about?” he said, “What did he smell on you?”

Harry shrugged weakly, “I dunno.” He said, dropping his eyes. There was accusation in Sirius’ gaze that he didn't want to face. “Where has he gone?”

“To hunt I should imagine.” Sirius said after a few moments of silence. He cast his eyes over Harry’s body, “Build a fire if you want, we’ll probably stay in this area tonight and it will scare off all the normal wild animals.”

He shifted into Padfoot before Harry even had a chance to nod. The dog sat, staring at him, and Harry closed his eyes to the look, fighting whatever it was churning in his stomach. He heard Padfoot’s paws as they padded towards him, crunching leaves and sticks, and fur tickled his cheek. Hot breath fell on his skin as Padfoot rubbed his muzzle against Harry’s cheek and without opening his eyes, Harry placed a hand of the animal’s neck, gripping a handful of fur. He turned his face inwards and buried it in Padfoot’s neck too, squeezing his eyes shut even more as they burned slightly. Padfoot smelt of dirt but Harry found that he liked it. He just hugged his godfather, something he hadn’t been able to do easily while they were both human, what with all the wayward thoughts abusing his mind.

A loud, muffled bark tore him away from Padfoot and he looked to see Moony coming towards them, three rabbits trapped between his blood coated teeth, their black eyes glassy as they stared into nothingness. Harry wrinkled his nose up as Moony dropped the rabbits into his lap like they were a gift to him. He prodded one, his finger pressing against squidgy flesh.

“Thanks.” He said, he handed one back to Moony, “Eat.” The wolf took it and laid down beside him, popping the rabbits skull between his teeth and tearing at the flesh. Harry chucked one to Padfoot too, who jumped up and snatched it out of the air before copying Moony in his messy dining. Harry wondered whether he was hungry enough to eat again and decided that even though he wasn’t, he wouldn’t reject Moony’s gift to him. His mind told him that what after Moony sniffing Blaise on him, saying no to the rabbit would just be another insult and the wolf wouldn’t take it kindly.

He stood, knowing that he was being watched closely as he searched for some rocks. When he found enough, he created a circle and chucked some sticks inside. He swiped his hand in the air, motioning towards the pile of wood and thinking incendio, and with a loud whoosh, the sticks set alight, a brilliant orange flame dancing in the breeze. He skinned the rabbit with his magic too and skewered it onto a stick before floating it above the flame, his magic keeping it up and rotating.

It took half an hour to cook through but when it was done Harry sat crossed-legged by the fire and pulled off the meat with his fingers, popping it bit by bit into his mouth. It was delicious and he was suddenly glad that he hadn’t declined and missed out. Smiling, he threw a look to the wolf, who was watching him.

“Yum.” He chuckled, “Want some?”

Moony crawled towards him, sniffing the meat that Harry was holding out. He took it from him gently, licking off the juice that remained on Harry’s fingers. When Padfoot whined, Harry did the same for him too, rolling his eyes but smiling none the less. Moony decided to sit beside him, covering Harry in his shadow. This close, Harry could take his time to study Moony in the way he couldn’t the last time he had seen the wolf. He really was beautiful; from the wet nose, the razor sharp teeth and those eyes, to the way his long sandy brown fur fluttered in the breeze. The moonlight glinted in Moony’s eyes and Harry wondered how anything so beautiful could be so vicious without potions to set them right. If Remus hadn’t taken the wolfsbane, would he have bitten Harry? Killed him? For some reason Harry just couldn’t see that happening, but maybe that was because he had never experienced Moony’s aggression first hand.

He could sit there all night just staring but his bladder was stretched to the limit and he winced in sudden pain. Jumping up, he looked at the canines and thrust his hand out, fingers outstretched. “Stay here.” he said firmly, as though he really was talking to a pair of dogs. Padfoot growled at him but stayed where he was, Moony, on the other hand, stood, taking a step towards him. “I’m just going to pee.” Harry said, “I’ll be fine.”

Huffing out a puff of air Moony plonked back down, blinking slowly at Harry as the boy turned and made his way through the trees. Being on his own wasn’t exactly reassuring. Every groan of a tree and hoot of an owl made him hold his breath, his eyes searching, trying to spot whatever was going to jump out at him and yet finding nothing. His time in the wild with Ron and Hermione searching for horcruxes still resonated in his brain and made him a little nervous. Being thrown back to that time wasn’t something that he enjoyed. The less he remembered the better he felt but being surrounded by crooked trees, thick brush and the scent of nature brought it all back. He went a little further than he had planned but he wanted to be far enough away so that Moony and Padfoot couldn’t hear him pee. He had had enough embarrassing moments around them as it was, he didn't need any more.

Bracing a hand against a tree, he unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out of his confines, closing his eyes as he released his bladder, letting out a long sigh of relief as his pee darkened the bark of the tree. When he was done, he tucked himself away, wiping his hand on his jeans. He was about to turn around when a deep growl coming from behind him sent vibrations throughout his body. The hair on his arms stood on end and a wave of tingles ran down his spine. That wasn’t Moony’s growl, he knew that because of the way it made him feel. Fear sparked up in his body, tightening all his muscles until he got a sudden cramp in his back. He swallowed hard and bit down on his lip so that he didn't make a noise. He tasted blood but refused to care.

He moved around slowly, the growl getting louder and louder until he was facing the animal it was coming from. It was another werewolf, which shocked him, he hadn’t thought there would be another one so close. This wolf was slightly smaller than Moony, but still much bigger than a normal one. It’s fur was blonde and its eyes brown but there was no mistaking the danger and hunger in those dark orbs. Harry couldn’t take his eyes away from the creatures mouth; that row of glistening daggers and the string of saliva that hung from its muzzle.

“Shit.” Harry spat, backing up a little.

The wolf snarled, lifting his paw from the ground slowly and placing it down a step closer. It’s body was low to the ground as it stalked him and Harry raised his hand, his fingers quivering. He didn't know how to protect himself knowing that there was a person behind that wolf. One that might be decent or might have a family. He couldn’t expect every werewolf to dose themselves up with wolfsbane, especially one that came to the forest, where humans wouldn’t normally roam on a full moon.

“Why do I always get in these situations.” He muttered to himself. Deciding there wasn’t much more he could do, he shot a stunning hex at the wolf. It hit the animals side, making it yelp and jump slightly but it didn't fall unconscious. Instead it turned to Harry, more pissed off than before, a roar tearing from his lips.

Giving his own yelp, Harry ran, trying not to focus on the sound of the wolf running after him. He knew that he would never outrun it, he was only human after all and his legs couldn’t hold up for long when panic made his heart work overtime. He spotted a branch ahead that he could try and use to pull his body up into the tree, Merlin knows whether it would actually work but he could...

A loud yelp and a thud came from behind him and the sounds of paws hitting the ground stopped. Harry shot around, the wolf wasn’t chasing him anymore, instead it was trying to fend off a terrifying looking Moony as the bigger wolf tore into its side, teeth slicing through flesh. The rogue fought back, its teeth gripping Moony’s front leg and coming away bloody before going in for the his belly. Hearing Moony yelp in pain made Harry want to hurt the wolf but he couldn’t do that, especially while Padfoot had joined in, grabbing the rogues flank and shaking his head wildly. The noises coming from the cluster of animals made Harry shake even more; pain and aggression blending into screams. He thought again of the person behind the wolf and his heart clenched.

“ENOUGH!” he yelled so loudly that he was sure that whatever else was wandering the forest would have heard it. He heard other animals run from them, obviously startled.

Moony and Padfoot froze and lifted their heads to stare at them, leaving the wolf cowering and whimpering on the ground in a heap of yellow fur that was tinted with blood. Harry hoped that the damage wasn’t too deep, but it seemed as if the animal was just in shock. “That’s enough.” He said again, this time more collected.

Moony turned his head back to the other wolf and snarled before padded slowly towards Harry, sniffing him all over. Padfoot did exactly the same thing, looking like a less intimidating version of his mate. Harry batted the two of them away.

“I’m fine.” He snapped, huffing. “Will it be okay?” he asked, even though they obviously couldn’t answer him.

Moony looked back over at the whining wolf before snorting and walking away from all of them, back towards their camp Harry imagined. Padfoot nipped Harry’s hand and pulled him along, heading the way Moony had gone. The teen followed, looking back over his shoulder at the wolf until he realised that there was nothing he could do; going near it meant that he would be bitten and he didn't think that becoming a werewolf would be of any help to him now.

He traipsed back to where the campfire was flickering away and sat down, leaning back against a tree. He watched as Padfoot licked at Moony’s wounds, even though they weren’t bleeding much. That was the way mating worked though right? The need to make sure your partner was okay overcame the knowledge that he or she wasn’t really hurt and wanting to make them feel better became a priority. Harry wanted to make sure Moony was okay, he wanted to crawl over and check to make sure the cuts really weren’t that bad, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t interfere in their relationship any more than he seemed to have already. Tilting his head back, he looked up towards the sky, focussing on the stars glistening in the gaps between the leaves. He had no idea what time it was and couldn’t be bothered to cast a spell that would tell him, but the sky was so dark that he knew it must be at least midnight, maybe later.

Pulling his backpack close, he riffled through it, pulling out the book that he hadn’t thought he would use. He knew that had he found his animagus form by now, he would have played all night, but as a human it wasn’t that easy. Moony and Padfoot were curled around each other, the latter’s eyes drifting shut while the former watched Harry still, as if it was the only thing he could do. Harry lifted the book and waved it.

“Hermione gave me this book about werewolves...thought I might read it.” Moony’s head shot up, jolting Padfoot who whined and then fell back to sleep. Golden eyes gleamed and Harry raised an eyebrow at the obvious dismay in them. “Will you relax for once.” Harry said, shaking his head and looking down, opening the book.

The first chapter was about contracting lycanthropy and the immediate affects one would feel once bitten, other than pain of course. Apparently the ‘infection’ is carried throughout the body in a matter of seconds, which is why it is impossible to not be infected once bitten. Some changes take place within a matter of hours, such as heightened senses and extra speed; the wolf laying claim, Harry supposed. He wondered what it felt like, having this creature take over your body...from the way Remus behaved he would believe that it was horrible. Having to give up control of yourself forever couldn’t be something anyone wanted, but Harry didn't think that it would be all that bad to have extra strength and be able to run wild once a month, away from the hustle and bustle of wizarding life as the saviour.

He didn't know how long he read for, but he was halfway through the fourth chapter, the one on werewolf pack behaviour, when his eyelids starting feeling as if they were made of lead. Every time they drooped Harry tried to blink them open again, jolting wide awake for a second every time his head dropped forward suddenly. When it happened for the third time, he brought his head up so fast that it smacked it the tree trunk so hard that it felt as though his brain shuddered in his skull.

“Crap.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his head and trying to shake away the haze of sleep.

A cold touch to his neck made him open his eyes, having not even realised they were closed. Moony nudged Harry’s throat again and threw his head in the direction of Padfoot, who was still sleeping soundly closer to the fire. Harry understood what Moony was saying straight away and forced himself up, walking sluggishly over to Padfoot and setting down next to him. Moony laid down on Harry’s other side, wedging him in between the two canines, so close to the boy that Harry was enveloped by fur and warmth. Harry laid his head on Moony’s side, using the wolf’s body as a pillow as Moony coiled around him, letting out low grumbles as he did so. With the heat and the protection of Moony surrounding him, Harry fell quickly into an undisturbed sleep.

It was when the soft fur disappeared that Harry stirred. It took him a moment to register the chill numbing his cheeks and the soft light piercing his eyelids. Moaning softly, he opened his eyes and winced when the harsh light from the sun sent a shard of pain through his brain. He shook his head, propping himself up on his elbows before opening his eyes again. He lay between Sirius and Remus, his godfather dressed in the clothes he had arrived in the forest in and the werewolf was naked, curled in on himself and shivering violently. There were fresh cuts on his body and blood dried almost black on his skin. A quiet sob escaped the man’s lips and pain shot through Harry’s chest this time. Hearing that noise coming from the man he cared about hurt more than anything he had been through before.

Jumping up, Harry ran to his bag and yanked out the blanket, placing the heating charm on it before moving back to Remus. He tried his best to ignore the man’s nakedness as he wrapped the blanket around his body. The warmth quickly stopped Remus from shaking but Harry couldn’t help but rub the man’s arms, trying to help heat him up. He could tell that Remus was awake but just unable to sum up the energy to even open his eyes.

Rousing Sirius, Harry left him to wake up fully watching as his godfather rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and looked around groggily, as if wondering where the hell he was. A soft moan pulled his attention back to Remus and Harry smoothed back the hair stuck to the man’s forehead. He had never seen Remus like this before, so fragile and venerable. This wasn’t the quiet, brooding man that Harry knew, this was a man who was in desperate need of someone to take care of him for a while. Not that he would admit it.

“I’ll take him home.” Harry said to Sirius, “Can you bring up the salve for his cuts?” Sirius looked at him, something simmering in his storm-grey eyes, Harry couldn’t tell whether it was pride or love but he knew that there was a possibility of it being both.

“Sure, will you be alright with him?” Sirius asked, tilting his head. He dropped his gaze to his husband, following the way Harry’s hand subconsciously stroked the side of Remus’ face.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Can you bring my bag with you.”

Sirius nodded and Harry wasted no time in gently slipping an arm under Remus’ neck and apparating them home. They appeared on the floor of the older man’s bedroom, Harry cradling Remus against his body. He looked down at the man’s wrists, wincing at the puncture wound glistening red against sickly white skin. There was another bite wound on his side, in the fleshy part just below his ribs, and the rest of his body was decorated with thin pink cuts and scrapes, which Harry didn’t know the exact cause of. Sighing softly, the teen shifted onto his knees.

“Remus, can you stand?” he asked, his voice gentle.

The werewolf’s eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes slowly, as if even that was a struggle. His mouth parted ever so slightly as he looked up at Harry and he gave the tiniest nod of his head. Harry supported him as they rose, grimacing every time Remus’ legs wobbled and buckled. Remus had his fingers in a death grip but he didn't care, if he could take all of Remus’ pain onto himself, he would. They manoeuvred onto the bed, not bothering trying to get under the covers, Remus was still wrapped in the charmed blanket after all. Harry fluffed the pillows before Remus set his head down and then settled next to him.

“H-harry...” The older man started, his voice croaking. Harry stroked his fingers through Remus’ hair again, hoping to give him comfort but not knowing whether or not it was working. He hardly had much experience with it, Sirius being the only person who had offered him any true comfort up until now. Well, up until the last few weeks, when Remus had started to unwind and make Harry feel happy again. “You...you don’t have─”

“Oh, hush.” Harry frowned, “I want to.” He heard feet pounding up the stairs and the door flung open, slamming against the wall.

Sirius’ smile was blinding but Harry saw through it. He knew that his godfather was just making sure that one of them could try and lighten the mood, otherwise the morose atmosphere would make everything worse. He held a circular silver tub in his hand and came around Harry’s side of the bed, dropping Harry’s backpack on the floor before handing the tub to him and perching on the mattress. He reached out to gently rub Remus’ arm and then intertwined their fingers.

“Tired?” He asked his husband, raising an eyebrow and speaking softly.

Remus let his head fall to the side, his eyes open wider now. “Exhausted.” He huffed. Harry could only imagine how hard transforming twice in a night was on the body. He unscrewed the lid of the tub and scooped some of the clear healing salve inside onto his fingers. It wouldn’t heal the cuts and punctures straight away but it would kill any infection and speed the process up.

“Once we’re done we’ll leave you to sleep it off.” Harry said, gently dabbing the gel on his fingers onto the hole on Remus’ wrist. The man sucked in a harsh breath but his eyes didn't leave Harry’s face. The teen wondered whether it was all Remus was capable of at the minute, all the staring was starting to make him feel self-conscious but he found himself wishing Remus would never look away; wishing that there was something behind these gazes that he was missing.

Sirius rested his free hand on Harry’s thigh, squeezing as the younger male continued to cover the cuts on Remus’ body with the salve. “How did you find being with us last night?” he asked, his mouth quirking as if he knew already that Harry had enjoyed it.

“It was exhilarating.” Harry breathed, remembering the wind batting his face as he ran, being chased by Moony and Padfoot and never having felt so liberated. “I just wish I could have been in an animal form, I so would have worn you out.” The words escaped before he really thought them through and by the way Sirius’ eyes darkened, he had taken it just Harry had hoped he hadn’t.

“Nothing stopping you from doing it now.” He smirked and Remus let out a pained burst of laughter that attracted Harry’s attention.

He pressed his finger down on a cut with a little more pressure, not enough to really hurt but just enough to be a tad uncomfortable. “Don’t encourage him.” he pouted as Remus wrinkled his nose. The werewolf’s lips quirked though and his eyes shone with what seemed to be amusement.

“Don’t know...what...you’re talking about, cub.” He wheezed, his breathing became shallow as Harry’s hand moved further down his chest, to the bite on his side.

“Sure you don’t.” Harry muttered, flashing Sirius a look when his hand slide higher up his thigh. Sirius just licked his lips, chuckling. “I’m sorry you got hurt.” He said as he inspected the wound. It didn't seem too deep but it couldn’t be nice either. He was extra gentle when he applied the salve this time, his fingers brushing softly over Remus’ flesh.

“Not your fault, Harry.” Sirius said almost immediately, shifting closer.

Remus pressed his hands against the mattress and tried to push himself up but Harry spanned a hand against his chest, barely applying pressure, to stop him. “Sirius is right.” Remus’ voice was stronger now, “I would do it again in a second. Anything to protect you.”

The words made Harry’s chest constrict and he tried to force air into his lungs but was failing. He suddenly felt the overwhelming need to lean over and kiss Remus; to press his lips against the other man’s and taste him, let him know how much he appreciated Remus’ words. It was such a powerful urge that he actually leant forward before catching himself. It was so obvious what he had been about to do that all three of them held their breath, tension filling the room and stifling Harry. He swallowed thickly and sat back, feeling utterly stupid, his cheeks heating up. The conflict within him was like fighting the war all over again, only worse because this wasn’t something that could be solved as easily.

“Let me finish up here.” He said, his eyes skirting down Remus’ chest and resting on the edge of the blanket that just covered his hips. He moved the material off of one leg, revealing a solid thigh with only three scratches, two on the front and one down his side. Touching Remus’ flesh just got a whole lot harder and Harry realised that it wasn’t helped by the fact that each time he leant forward his hard cock pressed against his thigh, drawing his attention. He bit his bottom lip hard, trying to keep from doing anything stupid, the two men were watching him again and this time it made Harry shift around nervously.

Finishing up the rest of Remus’ cuts, Harry screwed the lid back on the near empty tub and chucked it onto the bedside table, where it landed on its side and rolled off the edge onto the floor. Sirius hand had slipped down to his knee but his problem had only settled down slightly and he worried that one move from the man would send it rocketing back. He nudged it off with his hand, ignoring the frown that was sent his way.

“You want to get under the covers?” Harry asked Remus.

“No...the warming charm on this blanket is wonderful.”

Harry blushed at the complement and helped Remus lay down more comfortably, “Sleep, I’ll make you something special for when you get up later.”

“Stay with me.” Remus burst, his eyebrows furrowing as he contemplated the words he had said. “Can...can you two just stay until I fall asleep.” He added, looking back and forth between Harry and Sirius. The latter cast his godson a look, waiting for him to answer.

Harry nodded slowly, “Of course.” He said, he turned to Sirius and jerked his head towards Remus, motioning for the man to go and sit on his husbands other side. When he moved, Harry swung his legs up on the bed and leant his back against the headboard, his hand resting in the gap between his body and Remus’. Sirius curled up on his husbands’ other side, coxing Remus’ head onto his chest and stroking his fingers through the light brown locks. Harry’s own fingers twitched and his chest tightened again.

“Sleep, my wolf.” Sirius muttered, his own eyes closing. Harry stared at them, wondering how two people could be so perfect for each other. A lump formed in his throat and he forced himself to look away. How could he want something like this so badly? He wanted to be a part of that so much that it made him feel physically sick. He wanted to feel what it was like to be embraced by someone who loved everything he was, the good and the bad.

He startled when fingers slipped against his own, intertwining with his and holding tightly. He looked down at where his and Remus’ hands joined and just stared at them, listening to the breathing that filled the room. There was no way he could have looked at either of them in that moment, not without doing something he shouldn’t. When he heard Remus’ breathing become shallower and even out, he knew that the man was asleep. Gently untangling their fingers, Harry moved from the bed and left the room without saying a word.

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Sirius glared at the door, as if the wood was personally responsible for Harry’s abandonment of them. Why did he always have to run from them? How long would it take for him to snap out of this denial stage he was going through? It was obvious he wanted them, so god damn obvious. The way he behaved last night and today with Remus, hating the pain the werewolf was in and wanting to do things to relieve it. He was about to kiss Remus too...they all knew it. Sirius had actually frozen, thinking that it had been the right moment, Harry would kiss Remus and then it was all over and they could be together at last. But no. Harry stopped himself, as he always does when he thinks that what he feels isn’t worth acting on.

Stilling his fingers in Remus’ hair, Sirius looked down at him and smiled. He knew that what Harry had done would have worked wonders for Remus’ confidence; looking after him like that when he needed it the most. It would be impossible for Remus to hold back so much now, after seeing his mate behaving like...well a proper mate. Just minus the kissing and inappropriate touching. Fuck, Sirius thought, what the hell is going to happen when he does accept us? How are we going to hold back?

Blowing out a long huff of air Sirius moved Remus’ head to the pillow and leant down to kiss his forehead. Selfishness aside, he wished Harry would hurry up so that Remus didn't have to hurt so much. His husband deserved happiness and while he could do his best, Sirius could never make him fully happy, not while Harry sat beneath Remus’ nose, out of reach.

I could just tell him, Sirius contemplated, but that would mean going behind Remus’ back. He sighed to himself, but surely now he can see that Harry does actually want him, he wouldn’t get angry. He groaned and got off of the bed, to think that would be to kid himself. Remus wanted Harry to say it first, just so that he could be sure that they hadn’t made the little wizard do something he didn't really want.

“Sometimes I wish you would take charge of things a little more.” Sirius muttered, looking down at his bonded. The man he loved with all his being, just like he loved Harry. He had never hurt because of love so much before, which was a lot to admit to himself, but he couldn’t dwell on it. Remus was hurting a hell of a lot more.

Sirius walked downstairs, taking his time, thinking of ways he could get Harry to understand without telling him outright. Bumping up the flirtation wouldn’t go down well, not after Harry snapping at him. Maybe if he did it a little more innocently...

He could hear clattering and banging coming from the kitchen and so he followed the sounds, moving to the lowest room in the entire house. He leant against the door frame and watched as Harry moved around, a bowl tucked under one arm and the other beating whatever was inside of it. The expression on his face wasn’t calm or angry, but rather exhausted and Sirius could understand completely.

“What are you making?” He asked. Harry jumped and whirled around, his hand pausing. He looked down at the bowl and then back up at Sirius.

“Sticky toffee pudding.”

Sirius heart thumped, “Remus’ favourite.” He murmured, wondering how they could have fallen in love with someone so perfect. He pushed himself away from the frame and padded further into the room, taking a seat at the table closer to Harry.

“Can I ask you something?” Harry said after a few minutes, not even looking at Sirius as he continued baking.

“Of course.” Sirius waited and waited, watching as Harry tried to work up the courage. He wished that his little love could trust that he could say anything to them, other than that he didn't want them, and they wouldn’t judge him. He hated what their world had made him believe, that he wasn’t worthy of so much even though he was the only person in the world who deserved whatever the fuck he wanted.

“Would Remus be mad if he knew what happened the other day?” The teen finally asked, turning to Sirius and raising an eyebrow. The worry on his face making the older man sigh.

“You mean me trying to kiss you?” Red bloomed on Harry’s cheeks but he nodded. “He’s not mad, Harry.”

“You mean...” Harry scrunched up his nose and turned his back to the animagus.

“He knows about it.” Sirius said, “We don’t keep secrets.”

“And he’s not mad?”

“No...jealous maybe.”

Pouring the mixture into a tin, Harry chucked it in the oven and turned back around. The confusion on his face epic, he ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it as if needing some pain to prove that he wasn’t dreaming. “What do you mean?” he asked, plonking down on the chair at the end of the table, nowhere near close enough for Sirius to reach him.

“He wishes that he got the chance of course.” He knew he shouldn’t be going this far. It was more than he had planned on saying and as soon as Harry’s face crumpled he knew he shouldn’t have said anything.

“But why?” Harry whimpered, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, “You’re his mate, why would he be okay with that.”

Sirius sighed again and stood up, wandering closer, he crouched down beside Harry and hoped that every emotion he was feeling was showing through his eyes. When the younger male opened his eyes and focused on him, his mouth dropped slightly and Sirius knew he had succeeded. “Why don’t you read up on werewolf mating habits...it might explain it a little better.”

Harry’s face morphed into a picture of curiosity and he sat up straighter, “Y’know, Hermione did give me a book on werewolves, I was reading it last night.”

Sirius chuckled. Trust Hermione to figure it out, that girl really was way too smart. “Read some more.”

Harry nodded, “Okay, I want to understand so I’ll read it in a bit. I’ll finish this pudding first. How long does Remus normally sleep for?”

Standing up, Sirius moved to lean against the counter, “All day normally, I’ll join him in a bit. Sleeping outside doesn’t make for a restful night.”

“Tell me about it.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Harry winced. “Moony’s amazing isn’t he.” He added, staring into space, a small smile curving his mouth.

Hearing him say it made Sirius grin, glad that Harry could see exactly what their alpha was. He was definitely amazing. It was something that only he and Harry would ever see; they were the only people who would share this fact about the other side of their mate and Sirius knew that it would bring them even closer.

“He is.” Harry was still rubbing at his neck, so Sirius stepped up behind him and took over, kneading his thumbs into the knots. Harry’s head dropped forward and he let out a long groan. “I’m glad you can see that.”

“Why wouldn’t I see it? It’s impossible to miss. I’ll never miss a full moon with you guys again, unless you don’t want me there.”

Sirius skirted his fingers up Harry’s neck, stroking the skin softly, “We’ll always want you there.” He slipped his hand around Harry’s throat, resting it against the column of flesh, wanting to tip the boy’s head back and kiss him. He restrained himself and pulled away. “I’m going to get some sleep. I’ll see you later this afternoon and we’ll enjoy that pudding.” He winked, leaving the room before Harry could answer him. He needed to get away before he did something else he’d regret. He was a bad person, having to push and push to get what he wanted. He wouldn’t accept anything other than getting Harry in the end and the more he waited the less patient he was becoming. Telling Harry to read about mating was doing exactly what Remus didn't want, making Harry aware that he could be their mate before he had told them he wanted them. But they knew he did, it was easy to see now, so maybe Remus wouldn’t be that mad if he found out.

Giving an groan of his own, Sirius headed up the stairs and prayed that this wouldn’t come back and bite him.

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He was cracking. Splintering and on the verge of shattering. His will power quickly breaking down. He was going to explode soon enough, he knew it. There was only a matter of time before he told them everything, especially with the way Sirius behaved and the way Remus accepted his care. If Remus wasn’t mad that Sirius’ had tried to kiss him, then what did that mean? That he had forgiven Sirius that slip up or maybe he wouldn’t mind if they kissed?

“For Merlin’s sake.” He huffed, fed up with feeling so confused all the time. “Maybe Blaise was right.”

Maybe he should just tell them, get it over with and take the consequences. If they didn't feel the same way, he could get over it knowing that. He would know there was no chance in being with them and that would be okay, maybe not straight away but he’d learn to live with it. And if they wanted him too...well he didn't know what he would do then. He wouldn’t know how a relationship between three people would work. Surely there would be too many emotions flying around; jealousy for one. What if he wasn’t made to share the people he loved, even with each other. And then there’s the fact that he had never been in a relationship with a man before, let alone two. Out of the two ways confessing to them could go, he was probably more scared of the latter option.

When the pudding was done, he left it under a stasis spell so that it would still be warm and moist when he served it with some toffee sauce later on. He jogged up the stairs and snuck into Sirius and Remus’ room to grab his backpack, his eyes catching on the two men asleep on the bed. He forced himself to leave, closing the door behind him and moving into his own bedroom. He plonked down on the bed, lying back and pulling the book from his bag. He opened it up to the contents page and ran his finger down the paper, stopping when it said; Chapter 12 - Werewolf Mating...page 143.

Flipping to the right page, he managed to focus on the chapter title before the world started fading and his eyes dropped closed, the book smacking him in the chest before he was out for the count.

He woke up again sometime later, checking the time he realised that it was just after three o’clock in the afternoon. Being out all night really took it out of you, no matter if you had gotten a few hours sleep against the fur of your favourite werewolf. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Harry propped himself up on his elbows and looked around the room, spotting the book that had fallen onto the mattress beside him. He grabbed it, finding the right page again and started reading.

There was nothing that surprised him for the first few pages, but what he did find out was that mates were born for each other and neither the werewolf or the mate had a choice in the matter. Even if they hated each other, they would still be mates and they would still be drawn to each other. That was another thing, The Draw, the want and need for your soulmate no matter what. Away from the werewolf or before meeting, the mate wouldn’t feel the draw so much but after being in the werewolf’s presence for a significant amount of time the draw would start up and the mate would be more and more attracted to wolf. Once it got to that point, it wouldn’t go away, wherever the mate was he or she would long for their werewolf. Harry frowned at that. Had he known better, he would have thought that was exactly what he was going through, but that was impossible since Remus already had his mate. At least that’s what Harry thought until he came across a subheading of; Multiple Mates. His heart started speeding up in his chest as he started reading.

In some rare cases, the werewolf can have more than one mate. Usually the discovery of these mates happens years apart and the werewolf will have to manage the introduction of a new partner to an already well managed mating. When the werewolf discovers his second mate, he or she will feel just as they did when they discovered their first; without the mate’s acceptance, the werewolf will feel constantly empty, even with their first mate there. In order to stop the depression, the second mate would have to accept the courtship. In most circumstances, the second mate will be considerably more submissive than the first, which may be one of the reasons that a second mate is required, in order to create a balance in the relationship. However, in most observed cases the first and second mates do not have a physical relationship, whether this is down to not wanting to or if it is the rule of the werewolf, it is unknown but mating triads where all the participants are involved in a loving relationship often work much better.

The book fell from Harry’s hands, bouncing on the bed, still open on the same page. He stared at the neat script, trying to figure out just what he had read. How could it be possible for a werewolf to have more than one mate? How could anything have more than one soulmate? Thinking about the way Remus and Sirius had been behaving recently and how Sirius had mentioned triad couples that one time, Harry winced. Had they been hinting? Trying to clue him in but being oblivious to other peoples intentions unless they came straight out with it Harry had missed what they were getting at. Maybe they weren’t just teasing him. Could it be possible that he was Remus’ second mate?

Hope blossomed in his chest, surely if he was that would mean that he had a soulmate, maybe two, and that there was someone who would always want him for him. It explained why he wanted them so bad too. He had to know if it was true. He had to know whether he had a chance of being happy and loved. Grabbing the book, Harry flew off of the bed, ready to confront the men that had made these last few weeks of his life one massive mind-fuck.
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