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A/N: Ok folks, I set up a yahoo group for my writing. Primarily it is to give me a place that I can post my stories to, and hopefully get some useful feedback on chapters before they are posted elsewhere on the net. By the way there is a picture of Norische on the group... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Of_Pens_and_Ponders/?yguid=104171974



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Chapter 43



Harry sat there in Norische’s arms softly crying, the pensieve was now ready to be taken to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, it had taken Harry almost two hours to pick which memories he wanted to have placed in the pensieve and as each memory was brought to the surface so was the pain.



Thankfully, Severus’ cousin Amelia Bones agreed to head the investigation and had given her word to keep Harry’s name out of the reports as much as possible. She informed Severus that after the initial complaint was filed that Harry would be referred to either as ‘the minor’ or ‘the complainant’ that way all formal papers, court papers and all files that would be accessible to the general staff would have the Dursleys names on them in large bold print but Harry’s name would only be on the official papers that would remain in Amelia’s office. And with the pensieve memories that Harry would supply there was no need for him to testify, he would never have to see those horrid people ever again.



It had been a very emotional time for all of them. Draco realized how wrong he had been about his old adversary and how much he honestly admired Harry for being strong enough to survive it all. Each of them had watched the memories as they were revealed and each was sickened by the things they saw. The abuse, the neglect, and the betrayal…it was all so hard to watch, but together they watched. Together they walked through the memories, holding each other, giving what comfort that they could.



Draco rubbed little circles on Harry’s back as Norische rocked Harry in his arms. Chris leaned against Norische and laid his head on Norische’s shoulder while he looked into Harry’s eyes and whispered words of comfort and support. Harry was so strong in so many ways, but right now, right this moment he allowed himself to be comforted, to be vulnerable.



Norische pulled Harry close to him and allowed Harry to cry until he fell asleep from the shear weight of the emotions. It hurt so much to see Harry in pain, but he knew that by facing what had happened to him, that by seeing it through the eyes of a rebellious teenager instead of a terrified little boy, he saw what happened in a whole new light. He no longer blamed himself for what they did to him. He now knew that he never deserved any of it. He could now understand that it was Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley that were the freaks and not him. In a way… seeing it all again helped ease the pain, he now understood his role in it all.



Chris gently lifted Harry from Norische’s lap and carried him into their bedroom, as Draco helped Norische get up from the sofa. After Chris had Harry changed into a black silk night shirt and tucked in, he and Draco headed downstairs to talk with everyone else and go over the rest of the stuff they found out at Gringotts today. Norische on the other hand called Mael, he desperately wanted a nice long hot bath and with the elf’s help he managed to finally relax amidst the exotic scented bubbles, basking in the steaming waters that surrounded him. After almost an hour Norische called Mael back and had him help him get out of the tub and get ready for a nap. It honestly was a little early for Norische to go to bed for the night but a nap would be nice.



*****



“I can’t believe this. Harry is the last living heir of Merlin?” Hermione gasped as she read the paperwork.



“WHAT!!!” Gasps and exclamations echoed through the dinning hall.



“If I am reading this correctly… Myrddin, better known as Merlin, was married to Gwendolyn although later that marriage was annulled. He then married Niniane, also known as the Lady of the Lake. They had three daughters and a son, Vivian (the Daughter of Fire), Brianna (the Daughter of Mist), Cassandra (the Daughter of Light) and Truan (the Son of Shadow).” Hermione smirked at the notes on the parchment that she was looking at. “Vivian married Rorke FirzWarren, and they had two children their oldest was a daughter by the name of Rhianne. Rhianne married Aubry Godwin; they had one daughter named Goslynne. She married a…. Sir Malory, they had a set of twin daughters Llywellyn and Alwynne. Llywellyn married a Nicholas Mann and they had three children, a daughter and two sons. Their daughter, Kathryn married Henry Evans and they had a daughter by the name of Lily, they also adopted a daughter whom they named Petunia. Lily married James Potter and they had one son, Harry.”



“Adopted?” Molly gasped



“Yeah from what this says, Harry’s Aunt Petunia isn’t related to him by blood at all. No wonder she has no magic.” Hermione went over the scroll again to see if she missed anything.



“Wait…if Petunia isn’t actually even related to Harry, then the blood wards …” Ron started.



“Are full of crap.” Ginny finished.



“Ginerva Molly Weasley!” Molly gasped at her daughter’s graphic choice of words.



“Well they are…” Ginny stated. “If his aunt isn’t really even his aunt then the blood wards that Dumbledore keeps going on about are either useless or….”



“They come from Harry himself.” Hermione interrupted. “If Lily set up the protection around Harry so that anywhere Harry called home would be a safe haven for him or at least protect him from Voldemort and the death eaters, then the charm has to be focused from Harry and not even associated with Petunia at all.”



Sirius thought about what Hermione had said for a moment. “Then that means that Harry could have been living with anyone this whole time. He could have lived with Remus, or me, or the Weasleys… he never had to stay with the Dursleys.”



The room got eerily quiet for several minutes as they all added one more notch in Dumbledore’s gravestone.



“It gets better folks. Apparently Nicholas Mann, who married Llywellyn Malory was the heir to Rowena Ravenclaw. So Lily was not only not muggle born, her mother had an amazing family heritage.” Hermione gasped at this astounding information. Now she really wanted to look back into her own heritage to see if there were any witches in the broom cupboard as it were.



*****



Norische woke up with Harry’s arms wrapped around him and a gentle hand resting on his quite well rounded belly. He didn’t want to wake his intended but one of the babies was tap dancing on his bladder right now and if he didn’t get up quickly then he was going to embarrass himself all over Harry and their bed. Trying not to wake him, Norische wiggled out from under Harry’s arms. Quietly making his way over to the loo, Norische sighed with relief as he did his business. Just as he started to stand up, one of the babies pressed against his bladder again and…well… he decided to sit back down for a minute or so just to make sure.



Finally, Norische felt it was safe to go back into the other room, and was greeted with a yawning and stretching Harry. Harry looked so scrumptious lying there stretched taunt, and so relaxed.



“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Norische stated as he made his way back over to the bed and sat down.



“It’s ok. I really hadn’t intended on sleeping anyway. Nice little nap though.” Harry stated as he yawned.



“There is something we need to talk about, and I am not quite sure how to go about it.” Norische reached over and brushed the wayward strands of ebony from Harry’s forehead.



Harry didn’t like the sound of that… “Talk about what?”



“Well you know that in two days we are going to be bonded, and you know what all occurs at the bonding ritual. You know I have to take you or you have to take me during the ritual in front of Chris and Draco.” Norische brushed the tips of his fingers across Harry’s cheek.



“Yeah….”



“To complete the bond it must be done both ways. Sometime with 72 hours of the bonding ceremony, we have to each top and bottom.” Norische looked into Harry’s eyes, trying to judge how he was going to react to what Norische was going to say next.



“Harry, I know your Uncle and cousin did some horrible things to you. I can’t change that. But I don’t want that to come between us either. You know the problems that I have had because of my grandfather. I held it in for years, not telling a soul…and he still effects me today. I know that when you take me, part of my mind will wander back to that day, part of me will panic and try and run away within my mind. I want you to realize that it will have nothing to do with you. I don’t want you to fear how I will react to your touch. It isn’t you. It is that bastard. I try not to let him into my mind, I try to focus on my mate, but he always waits somewhere in the back of my mind. Waiting for someone to touch me, watching so that he can join in and play in my head while they play with my body. It is never easy for me, but it must be done if we are to truly bond.” Norische kept his voice soft, just barely above a whisper, hoping that would keep his voice from cracking.



Harry reached up and took Norische’s hand in his own. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry said tenderly.



“I know, but it has to be done. I am only telling you what it is like so that you don’t freak out on me or something. It’s hard yes, but sometime within the next five days it must be done.



Harry looking into Norische’s eyes and wished more than anything else right now that he could somehow take away all that pain, that he could chase away those demons.



Harry leaned over and kissed Norische gently on the lips. He wasn’t really sure of what he was doing, but it just felt right. Norische first tried to pull back a little from Harry’s inquisitive lips but trembling he held fast. Surrendering to the molten heat he felt coursing through his veins.



Slowly Harry increased the pressure of his lips, relishing the pure bliss of surrender as Norische opened his mouth to invite Harry’s tongue inside. Soon it was a battle of lips and tongues, each one seeking supremacy in the midst of the heat.



Harry’s hand tentatively made it’s way down Norische’s neck, to his chest, searching, touching, and feeling. Norische gasped as Harry’s hand grazed his sensitive nipple, first the one on the right, then the demon hand moved over to the one on the left. Harry liked the response and tried to illicit similar responses from his partner. Moving slowly Harry began to unbutton the silk nightshirt that Norische was wearing. As the buttons were opened and the shirt was moved aside, Harry kissed the exposed skin. Taking in every inch of amazing beauty as it was revealed to him. His neck, his shoulder, his chest…Harry relished each with butterfly kisses and tiny nips.



As the silk fell from Norische’s shoulder a taunt nipple was exposed. Harry saw the dusky rose treasure and latched on, his lips encompassing the nipple completely. Norische moaned and leaned back on the pile of pillows behind him, no longer able to hold himself upright. Gently Harry teased and pulled at the sensitive nub, drawing the nipple past his teeth into his warm wet mouth.



Norische groaned as the silk brushed his painfully hardened cock. “Sweet Merlin….” He moaned, his voice low and filled with passion.



Harry relinquished his hold on his precious jewel only to latch onto its brother on the other side. Soon Norische was trembling with the fire that was building within him. Harry could have stayed there tormenting his mate forever, but he wanted more. He wanted to taste his mate’s body completely. Slowly his lips ghosted their way down Norische’s chest and to his firm belly. Harry could feel the life within his partner, the magic that was so alive within that beautiful mound. Kissing every square inch of Norische’s belly, Harry could only pray that one day it would be his child that was held so gently within his mate.



Harry moved aside the nightshirt completely, leaving Norische bare to his eyes. “So beautiful.” Harry whispered. Harry allowed his fingers to trace the muscles of Norische’s thighs, memorizing every inch of his mate’s body. He could feel Norische’s muscles trembling beneath his fingers; gently Harry separated Norische’s thighs, and positioned himself to lie between them. Bending Norische’s knees so that he could have better access to the jewels before him.



“Harry” Norische gasped. “You don’t have too…” He didn’t want Harry to do anything that would remind him of what happened between Vernon or Dudley and himself. He didn’t want those memories to have any place in their bed.



“I want too.” Was all that Harry said, as he laid down between his mate’s wantonly spread thighs. “Merlin your gorgeous.” Harry gasped as he looked at his mate’s cock. It was so hard, so huge, standing out so strait from the mass of ebony curls. Timidly Harry reached up and touched it, first feeling the heat and the softness of this throbbing flesh, then tracing the veins that showed through the skin so brilliantly.



Norische gasped at the first nervous touch, reaching down to grasp the bed sheet in his curled fists. “Oh gods…” Norische groaned, trying very hard not to lose control.



Harry watched as the first drops of pre-cum that had begun to bead up at the head of Norische’s cock. Norische bucked in surprise as he felt Harry’s tongue reach out and rescue the droplet that had began to drizzle down the underside of his trembling organ.



The taste of his mate was unbelievable. Nothing like what he had experienced before. There was no way he would ever confuse this with what had happened before. Before it was the scent of unwashed male, of sweat, and rancid urine…now it is the scent of vanilla and patchouli. Before it was disgusting, dirty, even ugly…now it was beautiful, passionate, it was perfect. No comparison, no comparison at all. The thoughts were racing thru Harry’s mind as he opened his lips and took his mate’s cock into mouth.



Norische moaned at the feel of the warm, wetness that engulfed him. He didn’t want to choke Harry but he couldn’t stop his hips from moving. “Oh gods…. Harry…”



Harry tried but couldn’t fit all of Norische into his mouth, so he wrapped his hand around the base and concentrated on just the remaining portions. He could feel his mate trembling beneath him; he wanted so much for this to be perfect. He didn’t want to scare Norische, or make him regret the bonding.



Harry lifted his head up and looked deep into the eyes of his mate, those passion filled ebony eyes. “I don’t know what to do?” Harry whispered.



Norische reached down and ran his fingers through Harry’s hair as he tried to calm himself a little “Accio lube.” Norische called out and moments later a bottle of vanilla flavored lube slapped into his hand. Norische opened the bottle and poured a little of the oil on his fingers, then reached between his legs and found his opening.



Harry watching in total fascination as Norische tried to prepare himself. Inserting first one finger and moving it in and out of his sensitive nether opening, then adding another finger. Unfortunately, with his stomach in the way the angle was a little hard to work with. Harry saw that his soon to be mate was struggling so he took the bottle from Norische and poured a little over his own fingers. Then gently moving aside Norische’s hand, Harry took over the preparations. Norische leaned back and sighed as he felt Harry’s fingers enter him, gently Harry moved his finger in and out.



“Add another finger.” Norische whispered, and groaned as he felt Harry following his instructions. “Gods that feels so good. Ok, now one more…but slowly.” Again Harry followed Norische’s urgings, slowly adding a third finger, gently stretching his mate.



Harry loved the feel of being inside of Norische; he was so tight, so warm. He couldn’t wait to feel what it would be truly like, but all his instincts told him to take his time and make sure that Norische was ready for him.



“Harry…please… more…” Norische pressed down against those invading fingers, he so desperately wanted more right now.



Harry pulled his fingers out of Norische so that he could take off the nightshirt and boxers that he had on. Norische couldn’t help but whimper at the empty feeling as he waited impatiently for Harry to touch him again. “Please Harry, oh gods… I need you in me…”



Harry tossed the silk nightshirt aside and quickly removed his boxers, throwing them on the floor next to the nightshirt. Then picking up the bottle of oil again he poured more of the lubricant on his fingers, then wrapping them around his own throbbing cock he prepared himself to enter his mate. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry groaned once again as he moved back into place, gently positioning the head of his cock against Norische’s prepared opening.



“Just go slow, and once you get in all the way…give me a minute to adjust.” Norische panted, trying to think clearly and focus on his mate. “Please Harry I want you so bad…”



Harry placed both hands on Norische’s hips and gently pushed forward. He could feel Norische begin to tighten up around him so he thought about a distraction. Reaching down to take Norische’s own cock in his hand he began to slowly slide his hand up and down the straining shaft. Soon Norische was absorbed in the sensations and began to relax enough that Harry could push further inside of him. As soon as he was completely in he paused, waiting for Norische to tell him he was ready for more, Harry still gliding his hand up and down Norische’s cock ever so gently.



Norische began to move his hips, letting Harry know that he could continue. Harry pulled back slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside, then using the same gentle presser he pushed back inside of Norische.



Over and over again Harry thrust forward slowly, keeping the rhythm he was using consistent with the motions of his hand. “Faster…oh…. gods…faster…”



Harry started moving his hips faster trying to bring his mate as much pleasure as possible. He felt Norische moving his hips slightly, then all of the sudden Norische bowed his back and keened in absolute pleasure.



“What the….what’s wrong…” Harry started to stop his movements but Norische wrapped his legs around his waist, telling Harry not to stop.



“Yes! Oh sweet….oh yes! Harder….more…. oh….” Norische gasped. “I’m gonna… oh gods…gonna cum…” As he said that, Norische felt himself surrender to the pure bliss of a thundering orgasm. Stream after stream of cum erupted onto Norische’s swollen belly. As Harry watched Norische cum, he couldn’t help but be drawn in with his mate. Between the unbelievably erotic site of Norische cumming all over himself and the tightening of Norische’s inner muscles, Harry saw stars.



Norische could feel Harry flooding his insides with his seed, just after his own orgasm. Try as he might he couldn’t speak, all he could do was lay there and purr as Harry jerked with the spasms that hit him from his own climax.



Harry gently pulled from Norische’s still quivering opening, and then moved to lay down beside his now bond mate, pulling Norische close to him. After a moment Harry noticed that Norische’s breathing had calmed and was now slow and deep. Harry accioed the light blanket that was crumpled at the foot of the bed, to cover them with, and snuggled close to Norische, before he realized it Harry was fast asleep as well.







Draco sat there going over one of the documents of withdrawals from Harry’s accounts when he felt the sudden wave of pure passion rush through their bond. He quickly looked over to Chris and saw that he had felt it too. With a smirk they realized that at least half of the bond between Norische and Harry was complete. Draco chuckled to himself as he allowed his attention to return to the stack of paperwork before him.



[Must have been good, I haven’t felt something like that since you two bonded.] Chris whispered to Draco.



[Yeah, I hope Nori is ok. Do you think we need to go check on him?]



[I don’t think so; I don’t feel any anxiety or fear coming from him. Only absolute bliss.] Chris cleared his throat as he tried not to laugh at the face that Draco was making.



[We’ll talk to them later, give them their time alone. If they need us they can whisper to us.] Chris whispered.



[Ok. But it feels so weird. I’m like tingling all over now…Merlin I’m horny. Are you sure we can’t go up there and check on them?] Draco almost whined with need.



[No luv, give them time. We will take care of your little problem later.]



[Promise?] Draco licked his lips as he looked into Chris’ eyes.



[Brat… get back to work.] Chris shook his head and started shifting through the papers before him once more.



Draco sighed and repositioned himself in his seat, unfortunately finding his trousers a little uncomfortable at the moment.