Union of Three

Union of Three

Chapter 3

Lucius carefully lifted Harry into his arms and carried him upstairs, leaving Severus and Draco to deal with the Wealey boy. The brunette had obviously had one too many shocks that day. It wasn’t that surprising considering the fact that it was only two days after his seventeenth birthday, and he’d come into two magical creature inheritances, had three former Death Eaters appear on his doorstep, and his mother had turned his whole world upside down by revealing his true parentage. Quite frankly, Lucius couldn’t blame the boy for fainting. It wasn’t every day you learned that your real father was your greatest enemy, and that you were mated to two men you had also considered enemies. Lucius was actually rather surprised that Harry had taken the news as calmly as he did.

After placing Harry on the bed, Lucius made his way back downstairs. With this new situation, they would need to make plans in a hurry. Despite his recent loss, Lucius really saw no choice but for he and Draco to bond with Harry as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, like them, Harry would not be able to access his full magical potential until he was bonded to his mates, and they needed Harry at full strength if he planned to survive the coming battle. They also had to find the remaining horcruxes before they could even attempt to go after the Dark Lord.

When Lucius re-entered the kitchen, he snickered softly at the sight that awaited him. Either Severus or Draco, probably Draco, had shoved the Weasley into a corner, and now the boy’s head was lolling to the side with a stream of drool sliding down his chin.

“It’s about time you got back,” muttered Severus spitefully. “How long does it take to toss the boy onto the bed and leave?”

Lucius and Draco growled warningly at the Potion’s Master at his blatant disregard for their mate. “Severus, that is my mate you are maligning. Kindly remember that as such, he is to be treated with respect,” snarled Lucius softly. Severus may be his oldest friend, but he was not going to allow the man to abuse his mate, verbally or otherwise.

“Geez, what is your problem anyway?” asked Draco irritably, glaring at his godfather. “What, since James Potter is not his real father, you’re going to blame him for being the Dark Lord’s son?”

“I have other issues with Potter besides his parentage, Draco,” said Severus. “His insolent attitude, for one. His blatant disregard for rules is another. Shall I go on?”

“Please do,” said Ron snidely, staring at them from the corner he’d been placed in. “His insolent attitude is only towards you, and that is because you have treated him with contempt from day one. And his so-called ‘blatant disregard for rules’ is nothing more than a need to know what is going on due to people keeping important information from him while his life is in constant danger. Dumbledore may have wanted to protect him, but every time he neglected to tell Harry about You-Know-Who’s activities, he put Harry’s life in even more danger.”

“The boy is a spoiled brat and acts like the world should bow down to him,” said Severus spitefully.

Ron climbed to his feet and moved to the table, sitting in the last empty seat. “You are completely delusional, you know that? Harry is not a spoiled brat. Those horrible muggles made him sleep in a cupboard until he got his first Hogwarts letter. Haven’t you noticed how skinny he is? There is a reason for that, and it is not self afflicted. His relatives would make him go days without food as punishment, and when I say punishment, I mean for no other reason than saying the word magic. They hated him and made sure he knew it. The only reason he had food over the summer is because Hermione and I sent him food by owl,” said Ron somberly. “You have no idea what he has gone through. You formed these preconceived notions about him based on his last name.”

Before Severus could counter Ron’s allegations, Draco abruptly jumped to his feet. His chest hurt for some reason, and he couldn’t help but feel that something was seriously wrong. “I’m going to check on Harry,” he said, nodding at the meaningful look Lucius sent him and quickly left the room. Obviously his father was feeling the same sense of wrongness.

A few minutes later, Draco ran back into the kitchen. “Harry’s gone,” he said breathlessly, panting slightly from running. “He’s not here at all.”

*****

Harry woke, feeling completely disoriented. Bolting upright as he remembered the events leading up to his current location, Harry scrambled off the bed. He desperately needed to talk to someone and his only choices were Hermione or Remus, and Remus was out of the question since he was out on a mission for the order.

Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder and tossed it in the flames. Right now he just needed to escape for a while, so he stepped into the flames and flooed to Grimmauld Place. Stepping into the barren living room, Harry decided to peruse the Black library for books about elves, fae, and vampires before contacting Hermione. Of course, knowing her, she’d already researched all about elves and vampires since her departure from Godric’s Hollow.

Scanning through several of the books he’d found, Harry soon learned what to expect from his newfound inheritance. From his elfin inheritance, Harry would be able to converse with any animal, have an affinity with plant life, and have the ability to heal. From his vampire inheritance, Harry would have heightened senses, faster reflexes and speed, the need for blood, and wings.

Information on fae, however, was turning out to be a challenge. Apparently, they had an aversion to humans and refused to associate with them, meaning that there was very little written about them. He was going to have to ask Lucius and Draco if he wanted to know about fae, and he wasn’t looking forward to that at all.

Checking the time, Harry was startled to find that he’d already been there for over two hours. Hurrying to the fireplace, he firecalled Hermione at her parents’ house. Fortunately, Hermione was alone in her room, so Harry didn’t have to search for her.

“Hermione!” he called when he saw her.

“Harry? Is something wrong?” she asked, kneeling in front of the fireplace. “Where are you anyway?”

“I really need to talk to you. Can you floo to Grimmauld place for a bit?” asked Harry quietly.

“Sure. Step back and I’ll come through now,” she said quickly. The next minute she was stepping into the living room beside Harry. “What happened, Harry? Why are you here?”

“You’ll never believe who I found on my doorstep today,” said Harry, running his hand through his hair distractedly. “Lucius and Draco Malfoy and Snape, that’s who. But that’s not even the worst part. Did you know that the Malfoys were fae? No? Neither did I.”

“Harry, just get to the point,” said Hermione, interrupting his tirade but still reeling from these revelations.

“Apparently since I have two magical creature inheritances, it makes it possible for me to also have two mates. And can you guess the identity of my two mates?” asked Harry sarcastically.

“You’re kidding,” said Hermione faintly, sitting down heavily on the sofa.

“Oh no, you guessed it. Lucius and Draco Malfoy have that privilege,” said Harry, flopping down onto the sofa beside Hermione. “What am I gonna do, Hermione? My life is such a joke. What is it with me and Slytherins?”

Hermione snickered at that last question. “Well, it makes sense. You did say that the hat wanted to put you into Slytherin at first anyway. Now you know why.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to look at it,” he said sorrowfully, laying his head on Hermione’s shoulder. Suddenly the fireplace roared back to life, and Draco stumbled out of the fireplace.

“Get your hands off my mate, mudblood,” cried Draco when he saw Harry sitting so close to Hermione with his head lying on her shoulder. Not giving Hermione or Harry any time to react, he rushed to the sofa and pulled Harry forcibly away from the girl.

“Hey!” cried Harry, struggling vainly against Draco’s grip. He may have grown to six feet, but he was still shorter than Draco by four inches and certainly more slender. Apparently the fae also had certain advantages in the strength and speed department. Life was just not fair.

Draco just ignored Harry’s struggles and pulled the wriggling elf closer to his body. Pinning Harry’s arms against his sides, Draco teasingly licked the point of the elf’s ear, causing Harry to shudder involuntarily in pleasure. “He’s mine.”

“Malfoy, let him go,” said Hermione firmly. “We were just talking. He was almost hysterical when he called me.”

“Hey!” Harry protested once again, resuming his struggles against Draco’s grip. “I was not hysterical, Hermione.”

“Fine, overwhelmed then,” said Hermione impatiently, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “The point is that he needed someone to talk to and since Moony is on mission, I was the more likely choice. Since you and your father are the main source of Harry’s problem, he didn’t feel that he could talk to you.”

“Why not?” asked Draco angrily. “I’m his mate. He should come to me or my father with his problems, not you.”

“I am in the room, you know,” said Harry huffily, finally collapsing against Draco’s chest in exhaustion.

“Why should he come to you?” asked Hermione archly. “In case you’ve forgotten, you have diligently tried to make his life miserable the last six years. Do you honestly expect him to just forget everything you’ve done to him and live happily ever after? Get real.”

“Still in the room and tired of being ignored,” said Harry irritably.

“We have to complete the bond,” said Draco urgently. “Harry won’t be able to defeat the Dark Lord if we don’t.”

“What?!” shrieked Harry, kicking back frantically. He managed to kick Draco in the shin, causing the blonde to loosen his grip enough for Harry to break free. He quickly stumbled away from the blonde, putting the armchair between them. “What do you mean we have to complete the bond in order to destroy Voldemort?”

“Unless we complete the bond, none of us will be able to access the full extent of our magic,” said Draco reasonably, still rubbing his aching shin. His elf could be a vicious little bugger when he felt cornered.

“Fuck!” yelled Harry. Draco started towards him again, and Harry growled at him, baring his lengthened fangs in a vicious snarl.

Hermione ‘eeped’ and hid behind the sofa when Harry snarled at Draco. Draco, on the other hand, ignored the feral look on his mate’s face and continued forward. Dodging the claws slashing out at him, Draco shoved the armchair out of the way and tackled Harry to the ground.

“Go home, Hermione,” shouted Draco, holding the struggling and bucking vampire down with the weight of his body. Hermione nodded and scrambled to the fireplace, tossing the floo powder in the flames and disappearing in a flash of green flames. Finally managing to grab Harry’s wrists and pinning them above the brunette’s head, Draco straddled the elf’s thighs to pin him down more effectively.

“Get off of me,” growled Harry. Lying on his back as he was, Harry couldn’t unfurl his wings, and his claws had been rendered useless by Draco’s manhandling. Even his legs had been pinned, leaving him defenseless.

“No, I think I quite like you like this, all stretched out and pretty for me,” drawled Draco, trailing a finger down Harry’s cheek. He hissed in surprised pain when Harry suddenly turned his head and bit down on Draco’s finger. The hiss of pain then turned into a sigh of pleasure as Harry, enraptured with the taste of the blood he’d drawn, swept his tongue around the wound. They were so caught up, Harry with the intoxicating taste of Draco’s blood and Draco with the enthralling sweeps of Harry’s tongue on his skin, they didn’t hear the fire roar back to life.

“And here we were thinking that something bad had happened to the two of you,” drawled Lucius arrogantly, smirking at Draco’s start of surprise. Harry, on the other hand, merely blinked and slowly pulled his lips away from Draco’s finger. Lucius’ breath caught in his throat at the blatantly sensual move.

“Draco, get your arse off of Potter and quit playing around,” said Severus irritably, pulling Draco forcibly to his feet. “Why are you at Grimmauld Place, Potter? You know it’s not under the Fidelius charm anymore. Are you trying to make yourself an easy target?”

Harry climbed slowly to his feet, feeling a little drunk from the fae magic in the blood he’d consumed. He could definitely get addicted to that wonderful taste. “It may not me under the Fidelius charm, but it still has more wards and protections than anywhere else I could go, including Hogwarts. After all, you know perfectly well that the wards at Hogwarts are significantly weaker during the summer because only the headmaster, or headmistress in this case, and the house elves reside there,” said Harry with negligent shrug. He finally noticed that Hermione wasn’t there any longer. “Where’s Hermione?”

“You came here to be with a girl?” growled Lucius angrily, jealousy threatening to consume him at the thought of his mate with someone else.

“I told her to go home, Harry,” said Draco, frowning slightly at the elf. “Don’t you remember?”

“Uh, obviously not. I wouldn’t have asked if I did,” said Harry irritably. “When exactly did you tell her to go home?”

“About the time I managed to tackle you to the ground. I guess you were too busy snarling at me and trying to claw a chunk out of my hide,” said Draco, smirking as Harry blushed.

“What is this about Potter attacking you?” asked Severus, aiming a deadly glare at Harry, who responded with a glare of his own. He suddenly darted forward and grabbed Harry by his shirt, lifting the boy to his tiptoes to keep from strangling on his shirt. “What the hell are you playing at, Potter? We came to help you and you repay us by attacking Draco?”

Harry slashed his claws across Severus’ chest, causing the Potion’s Master to let go of Harry to jump back. “First of all, until you have all the facts, keep your large nose out of my business. Secondly, if Malfoy had kept his distance, attacking him wouldn’t have become an issue. He has no one to blame but himself if he got hurt,” said Harry, smoothing the wrinkles Severus had caused out of his shirt. “A word of warning, Snape. If you attack me again, I won’t stop with the warning scratch.”

Ignoring the three Slytherins, especially the snarling Snape, Harry calmly walked to the fireplace and flooed back to Godric’s Hollow. Stepping out of the fireplace into his bedroom, Harry was startled when someone pulled him into a hug.

“Harry, thank goodness you’re all right,” cried Hermione tearfully. “Did he hurt you in any way?”

“I’m fine, Hermione. I was more damaged by Snape than I was Malfoy. Of course, Snape was more damaged by me than I was by him,” said Harry soothingly.

“What happened after I left?” asked Hermione bemusedly.

“Well, Draco had me pinned on the ground, I bit him, Snape and Lucius showed up, Snape pulled Draco off of me, Draco mentioned me attacking him, Snape tried to strangle me with my shirt, I decorated his chest with claw marks and verbally threatened him, and then I flooed back here. I think that’s everything,” said Harry nonchalantly, snickering at Hermione’s wide-eyed look of horror.

“Harry, please tell me you are joking,” she said beseechingly. “Please tell me you didn’t actually attack Snape.”

“No can do, Hermione,” said Harry casually, flopping on the bed and stretching out comfortably. “I did mention that he was trying to strangle me with my shirt, right? He’s not my professor anymore, and I refuse to let him push me around. He’ll either learn to treat me as an equal, he is depending on me to defeat Voldemort, after all, or he’ll learn to leave me alone.”

“Harry, what the hell happened to Snape?” asked Ron, rushing into the bedroom. “He had wicked looking claw marks across his chest.”

“Harry, happened,” said Hermione with a long-suffering sigh.

“Really?” asked Ron in amazement. “What did he do to cause that reaction?”

“See, Hermione? Ron knows that I wouldn’t attack him for no reason,” said Harry defensively. “He tried to strangle me with my own shirt. Well, he actually grabbed my shirt and pulled me up so far that I had to stand on my tiptoes to keep from strangling. That’s the same thing, though, right?”

“I never said that you didn’t have a reason, Harry. I just expected better from you,” said Hermione quietly, climbing on the bed beside Harry and laying her head on his shoulder.

“You should be proud of my restraint,” said Harry petulantly. “I could have damaged him permanently. The cuts were actually rather shallow and easily healed.”

“Yeah, I saw the cuts close before I came up here,” said Ron, climbing onto the bed on Harry’s other side and stretching out.

“What is it with you getting close and personal with people who are not your mates?” asked Draco angrily, glaring at the trio from the doorway.