MINE

Chapter Nine


One week later, Harry was comfortably settled in at a mountain hideaway, unplottable to muggle and wizards alike. After Draco settled Harry down that night in the infirmary, he went in search of his father and Dumbledore, telling them of Harry’s wish to get away. Ultimately, they decided against the beach house, as it was backed against the ocean, and they didn’t want to chance Harry going into the salt water. The Malfoy mountain retreat was thought to be ideal, with woods surrounding the grand house on three sides, and the back facing a fresh water lake, also unplottable.

Harry felt very comfortable there. He practiced some of his elemental magic in the woods, slowly becoming adept at controlling it . . . with the help of Remus and Lucius. He also began to practice with his wings, flying over the lake at first, in case his wings failed him. He thought he felt free on his broom, but free-flying himself, was exhilarating, and much more controllable.

It was now early evening, and Harry sat in what he liked to call, his spot, on top of a large flat rock up high on a hill, overlooking the lake and forest, just able to see the roof of the house. Draco had gone to visit the twins until the next day, and he had decided to come up to enjoy the quietness of the still night, calming and relaxing to his mind and body. Draco often joined him on his flat rock, where they would talk about their futures, or just enjoyed their companionship in silence, the topic of Severus avoided by Harry.

He heard the quiet rustle in the forest, as Lucius made his way up the path that he had cleared with his magic. He could tell by the tread of the blondes’ steps and the way he smelled, that it was Lucius.

After a few moments, Lucius came through the clearing, and sat beside Harry. “ I thought I’d find you here,” he smiled in greeting.

“I’m getting too predictable, aren’t I?” Harry grinned, glancing over at Lucius.

“Only to those that care about you Harry,” Lucius replied. “It’s very peaceful up here.”

“Yes, it is. It’s brilliant when the sun goes down, with the different colors that reflect off of the lake.”

“Any plans on what you would like to do after you’ve graduated from Hogwarts Harry?” Lucius asked.

“You mean . . . if I survive?” Harry asked quietly.

“You will,” Lucius reassured him.

“Well, if I’m still alive and kicking, I plan on continuing to learn all I can, so I can defeat Voldemort. Once he’s defeated, I plan to just take it easy for a while. I once wanted to be an Auror, but frankly, I’m quite fed up with fighting the bad guys. That sounds bad, doesn’t it?” Harry grimaced, looking over at Lucius.

“Not really. You’ve been battling the bad guys since you knew you were a wizard . . . myself included,” Lucius smirked.

“You were a git back then,” Harry laughed.

“Had to hold up appearance’s Harry. It was Draco’s, and my life at stake if I didn’t obey Voldemort’s orders.”

“So, how long have you and Remus been together?” Harry grinned.

“Back in school, we had a brief fling, with only Lily and Severus knowing about it. I cared very much for him, but my father had found out and threatened Remus’s life, and I was forced to marry Narcissa. In very old families, like the Malfoy’s, we are taught that upholding the family name was very important, no matter the personal cost. It also wasn’t unheard of, to have lovers or family members suddenly disappear.”

“And now?” Harry asked.

“Name is still important, but happiness is also. When Narcissa was killed, it was a very freeing moment. That was the day I contacted Remus and talked with Dumbledore about spying, alongside Severus. Unfortunately, Draco is being dragged into it, and my spying days may be over.”

“Over? Why?” Harry asked.

“Voldemort has requested . . . no, ordered, that Draco be initiated in a weeks time, then become his personal catamite. I won’t allow this to happen, and the only way for us to get out of this, is to openly side with the light. It would mean our deaths, if we refused his order,” Lucius said.

“But what about Draco, and school?”

“Draco was taught to defend himself, but I’d like to ask if you can watch over him. I know of your blood bond as brothers, and there’s nothing that makes me happier, than gaining a son like you.”

“Thank you Lucius,” Harry smiled. “I’ve come to care very much for Draco, and yourself.”

“I have considered making it official, and actually adopting you through the Ministry of Magic, but the circumstances with me being a Death Eater may hinder that decision. You are also of age now, and may want to live on your own after you’re done at Hogwarts . . . or, you are more that welcome to stay at any of our homes,” Lucius suggested.

“So, I’m your unofficial son,” Harry mused.

“I would make it official in a heartbeat, if I could Harry.”

“Thanks Dad,” Harry teased as he put his arm around Lucius’s back.

“Anything you need Harry, I’m there for you,” Lucius said, tightening his one arm around Harry’s back.

“I would love to stay here, after school is over. I like it here. Not too sunny; with the forest, and the night sounds, it is very calming to me. Grimmauld Place is out of the question right now, and there’s too many memories, as well as mum and dad’s place at Godric’s Hollow,” Harry said.

“You’ve probably other properties you’ve inherited, other than those two, but you are more than welcome to stay here. I may stay here myself when I go into hiding.”

“Draco’s dorm mates will be out to get him when they find out he refused the dark mark.”

“Albus told me Draco will be Head Boy this year, so he will get his own rooms. Remus will be your Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts again, so he will watch over him, as well as the other professors. Hogwarts is probably the safest place for him right now, besides here.”

“We’ll watch out for each other,” Harry quietly said, resting his head on Lucius’s shoulder.

“I know you will,” Lucius replied, kissing Harry’s forehead. “Are you ready to tell us why you don’t want to be with your mate? It looked like you were happy with Severus.”

“But was ‘he’ honestly happy with me. He can’t help the attraction he feels for me. If he can’t like me for me, I don’t think I could live with that,” Harry replied.

“Your mate is attracted to you, and you’re right that he can’t help some of that, but there has to be something there to spark that attraction. I’ve been friends with Severus for a long time, and have not seen him smile as much, as when he’s around you, even before your change, when we used to train you last year. He needs you as much as you need him.”

“But wouldn’t he get in trouble for having a relationship with a student?” Harry asked, pulling away to look at Lucius again.

“Your status as a magical being allows you to have a relationship with Severus. Although some may look down upon the relationship, they can’t do anything about it.”

“What if I don’t want my heritage to be known yet?” Harry asked. “This could very well be the ‘power the dark lord knows not’.”

“Most likely,” Lucius nodded, having thought of that, along with the others in the Order, that knew about Harry’s heritage. “If you want to keep your heritage private for now, you two will have to use your Slytherin cunning to see each other.”

“When are you going into hiding?”

“Next week, I will go missing, but will stay here. Draco and you will stay here also until school starts, and can have visitors if you wish. I’m sure Draco will want the twins here,” he grimaced.

“They’re really not that bad Lucius,” Harry laughed.

“No, they’re not. You just have to watch what you eat, where you sit, and what packages you open,” Lucius smirked, getting up. “Are you coming back? I’m sure Remus has cooked us something back at the house for supper.”

“No, you go ahead. I might fly for a while,” Harry smiled. “And Lucius,” Harry began, stopping the blonde. “Thanks Dad,” he grinned.

“Be careful,” Lucius said, shaking his head in amusement at his surrogate son, then left him to his thoughts.

Harry took off his shirt and tucked it into his belt loop, sighing at the now familiar feeling of his wings unfurling from his back. He took a few steps off the rock, then vaulted off the cliff, his wings catching the wind as he soared through the air. He left his troubles behind as he flew, feeling free, like the rest of the world didn’t exist for him at that moment in time.


~*~


When Harry came in through the back door of the house a couple of hours later, his steps faltered, as he scented the heady smell of arousal. His body felt a slight surge to his magic, urging him to seek more. He stepped into the large living room and stopped, his eyes glazed as he watched Remus sitting astride Lucius, rocking on top of him, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Remus moaned into the fevered kiss as he raised his hips, then impaled himself on Lucius’s hard length. He broke away from the kiss when he heard a whimper from near the doorway. He slowed his rocking and looked at Harry, noticing the green eyes darkening to almost black. He leaned down to nip the skin by Lucius’s ear. “Harry is here watching us, and he’s hungry. Should we let him feed?” He whispered.

“You know what he’d need to do?” Lucius asked. Remus nodded. “From you. He’s too much like a son to me,” he added.

Remus looked up to see that Harry had come closer. “Come here Harry,” he softly said. Harry stepped closer, trying not to look down, but slightly panting from their scent. “You need to kiss me Harry.”

“Remus . . . I can’t,” Harry whispered, shaking his head.

“You need to feed. When was the last time you fed?” Remus gently asked, moving his hips slightly forward, then back.

“Severus,” Harry quietly said, a scared look in his darkened eyes.

Remus raised himself, until Lucius was half way into his body, then growled low in his throat when Lucius thrust up. He reached out a hand to cup the side of Harry’s face, sliding back to the nape of his neck to pull him closer. As soon as he touched his lips with Harry’s, he felt the magic course through them. He began a slow assault on Harry’s mouth, as he slowly rode Lucius.

Lucius held Remus’s hips about half way, as he thrust up fast and hard, reaching to swirl his tongue around his lover’s nipple. He looked up to see the kiss between Remus and Harry heat up, the meeting of tongues being seen in their wet kiss. He tightened his hold on Remus’s hips, slamming him down to meet his upwards thrusts, as he nibbled harder on the nipple. “Remus . . . gods . . . now,” he panted, throwing his head back.

Harry used both hands to grasp Remus’s head as he plundered his mouth for more. He swallowed the moans greedily, the taste of their passion filling the space within himself, that he didn’t realize needed filling. He held on until he felt both Remus and Lucius’s magic flare up as they came.

“Oh . . . gods,” Harry groaned, pulling away from Remus after realizing what he had done, then turned and ran out the door.

“We need to talk to him,” Lucius said, reaching up to kiss the side of Remus’s neck.

“I’ll go,” Remus said, sighing when he pulled himself up, Lucius slipping out of him. “This is all so new to him,” he added after he used the ‘scourgify’ spell on both him and Lucius.

“I don’t think he’ll need to feed from us again. Severus will be there for him next time,” Lucius said, standing up to draw his pants on, as did Remus.

Remus went out the back door, following Harry’s scent, although knowing where he would be. He stopped as his wolf sensed something a little different about the scent. He quickened his pace, his eyes darting around as he sensed fear. He cautiously, but steadily came out of the trees, making his way up to Harry’s rock, to stop when he heard a deep growl. The first thing he saw was the brilliant glowing green eyes.

“Harry?” Remus quietly questioned, stepping closer. “I’m not mad, and neither is Lucius. Please come to me,” he said, slowly stepping forward, for the large cat to back up.

Remus saw the retreat and sat down, facing Harry. “I see you’ve changed into your animagus form. I’d love to see how you look,” he smiled, trying to coax Harry out in the open.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, but you need to feed Harry. You need to stay strong. Your race thrives on contact, especially sexual contact,” Remus said, looking into Harry’s cat eyes. “I cared very much for Lily and James, Harry, and I would not have ever guessed that I would be kissing their son. It could have been me that was your mate Harry, for I care for you very much. Would you feel weird about it then? I love Lucius, Harry. Your feeding from me will never change that, or change the way you feel for Severus.”

The large cat slowly crept forward, to stand in front of Remus. “When your eyes darken like yours did, you are hungry and need to feed. Your body needed to feed. Since Severus wasn’t here, we were there to help you. It won’t happen again if it makes you uncomfortable,” Remus said, kneeling up to kiss the large cat between the eyes.

“You’ve turned into a beautiful black panther Harry. The magic surge from your feeding, combined with your emotions, must have triggered it,” Remus said, stroking the head of the panther, then down to the back. “Your wings are part of your transfiguration too, although on a smaller scale.”

Harry butted his head against Remus’s hand, a light purr rumbling from his throat. “Try to change back Harry. Try the same method when retracting your wings. Concentrate on your human form, without your wings,” Remus instructed.

Remus watched the large panther bow his head, then watched as the black fur changed into smooth skin. The tail disappeared, as the ears shrunk down until they were human ears. Before him, after about ten minutes, stood Harry, in all his naked glory. He took off his outer shirt, leaving himself in a T-shirt, and helped Harry slip it on, spelling it longer, to hang to his knees. He put his arms around Harry’s back, hugging him close as he stroked the back of his hair.

“I’m so sorry Remus,” Harry hoarsely said, against Remus’s neck.

“You will need to get used to it Harry. You will get small feedings from just being near, or touching someone in an aroused state, but you will need to feed like you did tonight, a few times a week. I’m sure a few people from Hogwarts will gladly volunteer,” he teased.

“But Severus is my mate. I can’t go kissing other people,” Harry exclaimed, sitting down on the rock, Remus following to sit beside him.

“Severus knows what you are Harry, and that you need to feed. Ideally, it’s best to feed from your mate, but someone else will do for you also. What did you feel the difference was, between Severus and I, when you were kissing me?”

“I liked both very much, but with you I didn’t get quite as . . . excited, as I did with Severus,” Harry shyly responded.

“So, with Severus’s kiss and touches, you got an erection, but with me you didn’t?”

“Yes, I felt the same way with both of you, but with Severus, just a little kiss would have my body aching for more,” Harry said. “Does it hurt?” He asked suddenly, thankful the darkness hid his blush.

“Does it hurt to be penetrated?” Remus asked. Harry nodded, looking out at the lake. “At first it does a bit, but I find it doesn’t take long for my body to adjust with Lucius inside of me. You feel a fullness, but it can be very pleasurable. Severus will make it good for you Harry. He cares very much for you.”

“Do you think I should see him?” Harry asked uncertainly.

“I think you should do what you feel is right. But Severus does not know why you’ve been rejecting him. I think he should have a chance to explain some things to you,” Remus replied.

“It just seems so sudden to me,” Harry sighed.

“Take some time to think about things’ Harry. There were feelings there on both your sides, before your change. It was quite obvious to those that were close to you,” Remus smiled, standing up, then pulling Harry to his feet. “We should get back, so Lucius can see that you’re okay.”

Remus followed Harry’s sure-footed way through the forest, hardly a noise made by his bare feet. Of course, they had to then explain to Lucius why Harry was not in his clothes, and wearing Remus’s shirt. With a promise made from Harry, to try to transform the next day, he tiredly went up to bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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