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Assistant: Title: Blue Moon of Teddy Lupin
        Author: BittersweetAlias BittersweetAlias 
        Chapter: 3/5 
        Summary: Going back to Hogwarts had not been something Harry wanted to do, but at least with his men, Jason, and Teddy it couldn’t be that bad right? No vampire politics. Just old familiar faces that were best left in his past.Replacing Book 8: Blue MoonWarning: Weresex, P@rn with Plot
        Contents: Chapter 3: Chapter Three
    

    


      
        
          Little bit of everything in this chapter, and I just wanted to point out that we're not bashing anyone in this fic or any others. Harry's reasons for his issues with the Weasleys is a lot more complicated than the surface appears! He's not hating them for the sake of hating them, in fact he doesn't hate them at all. Just read ahead and you'll understand! A person is very complex and I try so hard to have that conveyed so that they're as real as we can make them.
      
  

  
  
    
    “You could have just said no,” said Edward, flopping down into an armchair. Micah went to tuck Teddy in as it was sometime after four o’ clock. Harry was charming all the windows to darken again. Everyone was tired, they’d spent the rest of their night running around the aquarium. Jean-Claude had even ordered food to be brought in for their evening. “Right, like you said no to that Egyptian statue that Teddy said please for,” said Harry with a huff. “It’s not really so bad, the Weasleys are okay. It’s just a past I really want to leave behind.” “I’ll give you a point for that,” said Edward. “And you will, just think of this, mon Amour, as tying up loose ends,” said Jean-Claude, coming through the room and sliding onto the sofa like some sinuous cat. “I am glad we are here to get to know your world. To see inside where you grew up. It answers a lot of questions on that partially finished landscape. We have all heard the stories, but we have never seen it.” “Just don’t mention the Malfoys.” “Why not?” Harry snickered. “It’s the equivalent of Romeo and Juliet’s families. Capulets versus the Montagues.” “Who is who?” asked Jean-Claude. “Capulet is definitely the Malfoys.” Micah returned from tucking Teddy in. “Kid is snoring and he insists on having that Egyptian statue by his bedside.”“A bit hard for a cuddle buddy,” said Harry, sliding onto Edward’s lap as Micah plopped down with his back to Jean-Claude’s legs. “I told you he would appreciate it.” “He always does. But one of us has to be less indulgent every now and then,” said Harry with a half smile. “No need for him to turn out like Draco.”“Why did he smell like wolf? He wasn’t a shifter,” Micah asked, recalling the redhead. “He was mauled by Fenrir,” Harry answered looking back at Edward when he said this. “Bill’s an alright bloke. It’s mostly Ron and the women that I don’t want to see, particularly the mother. I’m just being whiny. I know Teddy likes them. He likes everybody. Once upon a time, the Weasley family meant the world to me. They were a very poor family, but they were a family. I loved them a lot. I spent a lot of summers with them. Hell, Fred and George came and rescued me from Privet Drive when I was locked in. I had bars on my window and locks on the door with only a cat-flap.” “Who is Fred?” “One of their sons, a set of twins. Fred and George. Pranksters the lot of them.” “Why did this William leave his name out?” Jean-Claude asked. “He died in the final battle,” Harry explained. “No one likes to talk about it.” “So why are you so against going over there?” asked Edward. “You have to have a reason.” “They liked the Boy-Who-Lived, they liked the child savior who would do anything to be accepted. They liked the boy who did whatever adults wanted him to do without question. I’m not him. And as I got older, I began to wonder if Dumbledore hadn’t set them up to meet me on purpose. I began to wonder about lots of things in my life. Like if Dumbledore had been responsible for Sirius’ imprisonment. Just to keep me on a leash. Voldemort thought so.” “You take the word of an enemy over asking a friend?” Jean-Claude tilted his head. “He’s dead. He has no reason to lie to me. Where the Malfoys are darkish, the Weasleys are overly light. Self-righteous to a degree. No two ways around it, they are all good people. Even Edward wouldn’t find them threatening at all.” “You think maybe you’re reading too much into it?” asked Micah. “Maybe, but you can blame Edward for that.” Edward smirked and pinched the back of Harry’s neck along the tattoo. “I question everything now.” “Questions keep you alive.” “Yeah, and the first thing I learned when I could talk was not to ask questions. Imagine that? You’d be on edge meeting the Malfoys, but you wouldn’t be on edge meeting the Weasleys. At least with the Malfoys you know where you stand. Malfoys will kill you quickly, the Weasleys will smother you with hugs, good food, and heavy expectations. It’s a slower death. I’m going for a shower.” He rose and stepped away leaving the men staring after him. oOoBy noon, everyone was awake, and Jean-Claude slowly faded to sleep. Jason had joined him in the bed, since he wasn’t going with them to Andromeda’s place. Teddy was bouncing around having finished his shower. He was dressed cutely in a snuggly dark green hoodie with a big brown wolf stitched on his back, and a pair of black cargo trousers. His hair was a soft shoulder length black, eyes blue, and his face was more like Jean-Claude and Micah. He was absolutely adorable, and had beamed when Micah pulled his hair back to the base of his neck. It was like he was trying to find the perfect combination. Harry already knew that this was not going to be an enjoyable visit. He had gone as basic as he could for the meeting. Skin-tight black jeans tucked into knee high boots and a soft velvet red long-sleeve that clung to his frame like a glove. He was in no mood for anything too fancy, he would be going to two irritating places today, and here Harry had been hoping that their night would have been free for more real fun. He could not wait until he was through. He would have to send an apology to Narcissa. He would not be coming back. She could come to him. Jean-Claude had laid out one of those puffy silver/gray scarves for him. How many did this man bring? He wondered as Edward b@ttoned Teddy’s coat. “Are we portkeying again?” “No, actually we can take the car,” said Harry. “Good,” said Edward. “Much prefer it that way.” Harry laughed. “She lives in a non-magical neighborhood. There are only a few exclusive areas being such a small population and all. I don’t think this will be a pleasant visit.” Teddy tilted his head. “Is Gran still upset?” “Probably,” said Harry. “It’s not your fault.” “Are you sure it’s not?” “I’m positive. She’s been upset for a long time, Teddy.” Teddy hummed. “Is it because of my grandfather and mother?” “Yeah. She’s never gotten over it. So, if she says things that aren’t nice, you can’t really take it seriously.”“Is that why you stopped her from calling?” “Yep. I’m hoping she learned her lesson, but if there’s one thing about the Blacks that seems to be genetic it’s that they don’t tend to learn from their mistakes easily.” Micah held out Harry’s jacket and he slipped into it. He loved the fur inside, kept him nice and snuggly, the outside was a thin real leather. “That’s not genetic,” said Edward. “That’s an entire species thing.” “Except for Death,” Harry teased. Edward c@cked his head, smirking. “Death has no reason to keep trying if it fails once.” “Merlin knows how much I loved Sirius, but that man never learned either.” It took about an hour and Harry’s memory from six years ago to remember the street that Andromeda lived on. It was a detached home sat back aways from the neighbors surrounded by a row of trees. Harry could still remember when he and Hagrid had made a crash landing. He hadn’t been paying much attention at the time to his surroundings. Edward would have been so disappointed in him. This time Harry was sitting in the middle between Micah and Edward, Teddy was on Micah’s lap. Harry was pretty sure now he saw why the car was so big and roomy.“Gran never let me outside. She was always afraid of things.” Teddy ran up the stone steps before the rest of them could get out, and it took a few knocks before Andromeda finally answered. She had cracked the door to peer out at them. Her heavy lidded dark eyes widened slightly. “Gran! It’s me!” “Teddy,” she smiled weakly as she pulled the door back and Teddy hugged her. Harry hoped she’d be reasonable this time, but the dark look the woman shot him told him that it wasn’t going to be easy. She was also frowning when she saw Micah and Edward flanking him. Harry noted that the house smelled older than he remembered, framed pictures lined the walls. Mostly of Tonks and her husband. He noted that there was not a single picture of Remus anywhere, and only two of Teddy had been taken. As if she just gave up on the rest of her life. “Why didn’t you message me about being in town?” asked Andromeda.Harry arched a brow. “I sent you an owl last week. I told you I had business at Gringotts and Hogwarts.” “Oh, I don’t take owls much these days. Would you like some tea?” “No thank you,” said Harry for them as two men followed him through the room. A fireplace in the living room was roaring to life, and Harry noted how hot and stuffy it was. Harry shrugged off his jacket, but kept the scarf around his neck as he sank down one of the three seater sofas in the tightly packed room. Harry noted that albums were out and open, stretched out across the hardwood floors. “Teddy, why don’t you go up and see your old room?” Andromeda suggested with a big smile. “But I wanted to visit you with everyone for a little while!” “I have to talk to your godfather in private.” Teddy frowned at this. “Okay.” He looked sad. “That’s really not necessary, Andy.” Edward was already lifting the boy to keep him from doing what Andromeda ordered. Andromeda glared at the man who stared at her with empty eyes, making her slightly flinch. Micah was frowning and scanning the room quietly. “I think it is,” said Andromeda tightly. “Or do you want to explain to him why you stopped letting me speak or see him?” “I did. I told him exactly why. I would never keep the truth from Teddy. He doesn’t deserve that.”“So, what? I am the one who gets punished for voicing my concerns?” “You’re allowed to voice your concerns, Andy, that is not the problem. It’s only a problem when it hurts others,” he said carefully. It was true, Teddy deserved the truth, but he also didn’t want Teddy to hear what she’d said. It was one of those lines, how do you not cross over? He knew he couldn’t protect Teddy from people’s opinions and mean words for much longer. But he didn’t deserve to hear it from his grandmother. “I did nothing of the sort, Harry!” Andromeda scowled. “I only said-” “I know exactly what you said,” said Harry over top of her. “It was exactly the reason why I cut off communication. Now, I’d like to have it restored because I don’t want to keep Teddy from anyone he wants to be with, but I won’t let you hurt him.” “Hurt him? I would never hurt him!” Andromeda gasped, hand flying to her chest. “Teddy is all I have left of my family, Harry! You can’t take him away from me!” “I don’t want to, but you need to give me a proper reason.” “I’m his grandmother!” Andromeda snapped. “I deserve to be in his life.” “I couldn’t agree more, so what do you want to do about this, Andy?” Harry asked instead of pointing a finger at her any longer. “How can I trust you?” “Me? I’m his grandmother!” she repeated crossly.  “So you said. You’re going to have to give me more than biology.” He settled back as Edward and Micah sat on the couch. Teddy was still in Edward’s arms like he belonged and he looked like he was trying to understand the conversation, but failing a bit. Harry shifted so that Micah could sit on the other side of Edward closer to Teddy. “I love Teddy, Harry!” “I have no doubts you do,” said Harry. “But, I need more than that.” “You don’t have to have more than that! You do not matter!” Andromeda growled out with a shake of her head. “You’re just a godfather! Just who are they?” “We’re his fathers,” said Edward boldly, causing her eyes to round. “An animal and a muggle? I think not. I’m his blood! Not you!”“So was Bellatrix,” Harry spat leaning forward before the two men could say anything causing her to flinch. “Or did you forget about that particular person? If not, maybe you need a mirror, Andy. Bellatrix was his blood. Bellatrix was Sirius’ blood. Do you know what Bellatrix did to Sirius or are you having a bad case of dementia? Or how about who killed Tonks? It was Bellatrix and her husband.” “You have no right,” she shouted, “to throw that in my face!” “And yet you have the right to throw blood in mine? I guess you and the Malfoys aren’t too far apart except the Malfoys can learn from their mistakes. You’re just too arrogant!” “How dare you-!” “Why don’t you like Papa and Dad, Gran?” Teddy asked sadly. “Why would you call them names like that? I love them so much and they love Parrain! I love Parrain, I love them all! Why are you being so mean?!” “Cause you’re not an animal! And I won’t have you raised as one!” She sputtered out.“Looks like I have my answer,” said Harry. “Good thing I changed guardianship.” She reared back at this. “No! You can’t do that to me!” “Oh, I can and I will, Andy. I’ve revoked it. You don’t care about Teddy.” “How can you say that?” Harry laughed coldly. “It’s obvious. I should have seen it when he was a baby. You want Tonks back, and because you can’t have her you treat Teddy like he’s Tonks. But he’s not Tonks.” “Nymphadora is his mother!” “Yes, she is, and she would have been a great mother. Just like Remus would have been a great father. But you can’t make a kid into someone they are not. You call Micah an animal, and yet you are the one who has been trying to train Teddy like an animal. To take Tonks’ place. The only pictures of Teddy you have taken in this house since he was born are the ones with Tonks in them. Where are the ones with Remus?” He challenged. “...” “Where are the pictures with Remus?” He repeated. Andromeda had gone completely silent. Her eyes becoming more hollow and distant. “I know for a fact that at least three photographs survived!” “I threw them away,” she stuttered out. Harry glowered at her. “Blood does not matter, and just who are you to throw stones? What right are you given to judge another in such a way? Just like your family judged you for marrying Ted Tonks, a Muggleborn. I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far. Seems you have more in common than just looking like a murderer.” Andromeda flinched harshly. “You can’t take him from me!” “You took him from yourself, and tried to replace him with something you thought would be more appropriate. You never did ask what Teddy wanted or what he wanted to be.” “He’s a child. He doesn’t know anything!” “I know I love everybody,” said Teddy softly. “I love mother and father, I love Parrain. I love you, Gran, and I love Dad, Père, and Papa. I have so many people I love and take care of, but I can’t take care of you when you don’t even like me.” Edward clenched him tight, still not saying a word. Just watching the woman’s face cave. Harry’s heart burned when he saw Teddy’s hair turn flat brown, his amber eyes glowing. His delicate heart-shaped face made Andromeda nearly break down. “Teddy! That’s not true!” “Parrain is right… I know you don’t. I’ve heard you a lot. I didn’t tell Parrain about the things I hear. You would talk to Fleur all the time.”  “Teddy! Those were private conversations.” “Not when it’s about me. You didn’t want me to be a monster like my father. When I started having nightmares, you told me they weren’t real, and that they were fake. You threw my stuffed wolves away that Parrain got me when I was born. You said I didn’t need a memory of my father as an animal.” Andromeda broke down into a pool of tears, but Harry had no sympathy. Teddy crawled off Edward and walked over to her to pat her on the head. “Doesn’t matter though, cause Parrain taught me lots. Just because you don’t love me doesn’t mean I don’t love you. So it’s okay. I can live with it. I’m going to see my room. I’ll be back.” He wandered out leaving Harry staring after him. Edward was already up to follow behind, Micah closed the gap to sit by Harry. “Should we leave soon?” he asked, not looking at the sobbing woman. “Soon.” Teddy came down not long after, he was curled around Edward who held him on his hip. He felt he needed to say something. “You were right about one thing, Andy,” said Harry, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees. “I don’t want him to be like Remus.” Andromeda raised her head at this and Teddy frowned. “What does that mean?” “Your father was the kindest man in the world. He was good hearted and extremely brave. Yet, he was ruined, thanks to Hogwarts. Thanks to the so-called light side. Thanks to Dumbledore for shoving it in his head that being a werewolf is somehow a disease. Is somehow defective and wrong, and what did they kindly do? Dumbledore set him up with a shack so that he could bleed himself raw every f@ck@ng month because no one taught him to control it. But, then, ten years later someone came up with a brilliant idea.” His voice had taken on some mocking because he couldn’t help it. “Let’s poison him! Let’s shove wolfsbane potion down his throat. He’ll be just a wolf, the were would be killed every month. I had Draco and Hermione do some research for me a few months ago on lycanthropes because I wanted to be prepared just in case. What he had been taking was akin to us taking iron for the rest of our lives. It was ruining him, starting with the liver, the kidneys, and other vital parts that even us witches and wizards need to survive. It wasn’t Death Eaters that killed Remus. It was the holy light and their idea that he was somehow wrong. It killed him. Not the Death Eaters. All they did was make it quicker.”  “You shouldn’t say this in front of him!” Andromeda hissed. “He has a right to hear it. He has to hear the truth. I will always give it to him. Even if it’s hurtful. I want him to be like the animal beside me,” said Harry, grabbing Micah’s hand. “Did you know that a real lycanthrope can shift at will? Can shift to the point where it doesn’t hurt anymore? Where they can control the were in the creature?” Andromeda was staring at him with very round eyes as if she wasn’t hardly hearing him. But he knew she was. “Micah can shift in and out any time, anywhere, any place. He can go into an entire crowd of people on the full moon and never attack anyone. Instead of howling and agonizing and fearful, he’s dancing in the woods during the full moon. Whatever turned him was probably horrible, I’ve never asked. But he learned to be stronger than it. He accepted it where no one would let Remus accept what he was and for that he suffered.” He smiled when Micah’s fingers coasted through the back of his neck and up his hair. He looked over at Edward and Teddy. Merlin, he loved them. He didn’t take his eyes from Edward as he spoke. “And if he grows up like Edward? I’ll be proud of him because no one will ever hurt him. He will be strong and smart, and probably outlive us all. Your real problem is the same as Sirius Black. Who I loved very much, so for me to be saying it has to mean something. He could not see further than his own blind prejudice. He almost got Remus in a lot of trouble because of his arrogance and stubbornness. He almost got a kid killed, and that same kid grew up to hate my guts. Everything you do has a cause and effect. No matter what. I am no saint. I do things I shouldn’t, and I am no longer a boy-who-lived. And who knows, maybe I’ll mess Teddy up.” “No way!” Teddy squealed. Harry smiled. “I might not, but I still could. But at least I can say I gave him the truth the whole way. I gave him honesty, and let him make his own decisions. His decisions don’t become his own when he turns the age of majority. It starts way before that, and all we can do is be guides for as long as possible. Until such time you can come back to reality, Andromeda, Teddy will not come here. You can talk to him, but it will be under supervision. I did not choose this path. You did. You made the choice.” Harry stood and accepted Micah’s help into his coat. “I must thank you, Andy. For a while, I was having doubts about whether to let him go to Hogwarts. I started remembering all the good things, but then you had to open your mouth, and then I got saddled with seeing the Weasleys later tonight. It reminded me why I’m doing this. I don’t like the Weasleys except for George and sometimes Bill and maybe Charlie, but I’m going to the Weasleys anyway. Do you know why I’m going to a place I don’t want to go to?” Andromeda hadn’t said a word. “It’s because Teddy wants to go. It’s because Teddy likes them. You kept him shut up in this house for years. He had no sunlight, he spoke to hardly any children except maybe Fleur’s once every few months. I know this because when he came to live with me, he was silent as the grave. You think there’s something wrong with the men in my life because they love and care for him as their own? At least he’s happy. At least he’s talking. At least he’s loved. So, when you’ve gotten your head out of your arrogant Black @rs@, you can call me. As Dumbledore once told me, it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” He made for the door, and didn’t look back. It was fifteen minutes of quiet driving back to the hotel. Harry was rocking Teddy back and forth in his arms between the two of the three men in his life. “Did I do the right thing?” Harry questioned. “Yes,” both of them answered. “She is swallowed by her own grief,” said Edward emotionlessly. “Gran really misses mother doesn’t she?” asked Teddy. Harry looked at him. “Yes. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.” Teddy shook his head. “I’m glad I know, that way I can help her!” Edward took his eyes briefly off the road to look at the boy who had raised his head with the sweetest most angelic smile. He seemed perplexed by Teddy’s purity. Micah shook his head slowly. “You are precious, Pup,” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of Teddy’s head. “I know! I also know gran does love me. She’s just… sad.” “You’re right. She does, but until such time she can come to terms with it, I can’t let you be around her. Do you understand?” Teddy nodded. “I know, Parrain. But I can still talk to her so long as others are there with me, and maybe I can help her!” He then screwed up his eyes, and in a flash, he was back to his perfect meshing of Harry, Edward, Jean-Claude, and Micah. Micah dragged him off Harry’s lap and cuddled him, making the boy giggle furiously. “Yes, I think if you can‘t help her, no one can,” said Harry slouching and pressing his head to Micah’s shoulder. He was tired but it was hardly four o’ clock and he still had the Weasleys to deal with. He would guarantee that it would not be pleasant. No more drama, even if he had to grit his teeth and bare it. When they returned to the hotel, Micah took Teddy to get an ice cream sundae in the Rosewood restaurant. Harry flopped down onto the couch and closed his eyes. Jason and Jean-Claude were still asleep. “I wish there was something we could kill,” said Harry as Edward swayed through the room, shifting out of his jacket as he did. “I’d take that over this any day.” “You think so?” Edward had a strange half-empty expression on his face. Harry tilted his head to look at the man. “What is really going on in your head, Little Raven? You’ve acted funny since before we left. It’s not like you.” Instead of sitting on the arm of the couch or at his feet, he flopped down in front of the couch. Harry shifted onto his side so that he could look at Edward better. “You know how it is, your past is drudged up, and you’ll do just about anything to run away. You saw last night, the way this world treats me.” “I got an eyeview. That's why I was full of iron.” Harry grinned. “Yeah, about that. How could you?” He playfully pushed against Edward’s broad shoulder. “Iron? Really?” “It’s effective. It got us out of there didn’t it?” “Yeah. I guess I just don’t like the idea of subjecting you guys to my sordid life.” Edward’s eyes narrowed, and he flicked his finger and thumb against Harry’s forehead. “You don’t like accepting help. You’re not used to it. You deal with everyone else’s problem, but when it comes to your own-” “I run away or deal with it in silence,” Harry finished. “I think that’s everyone.” “Perhaps, or perhaps Teddy’s shocking remarks is a reflection of you,” said Edward, and his eyes emptied completely.“What do you mean?” “The way he said it, he said that even though she does not love him, doesn’t mean he can’t love her. I think I’ve heard that before. Do you still think that way?” “No,” Harry answered truthfully. He reached out and fanned out his fingers through the short curls of Edward’s hair. “I guess I’m out of sorts because I ran away years ago. I did not look back. I was happy not to look back.” He was quiet and thoughtful. “Do you remember what I looked like when we first met, Edward?” “I remember.” “What did I look like to you? Honest opinion. Before I met Jean-Claude, before any of this.” Edward observed him. “Dead. Just as dead as me inside. You had an emptiness that I didn’t think could ever return. However, that was what was so fascinating. I took you on, and I hardly had to teach you much except for the weapons. You knew exactly what to do. How to react. I hardly had to tell you anything. It was as though you’d been fighting for fifty years. You were a killer. A cold blooded one. I figured at the time Remus did do good work for me, and I could return the favor. I could teach you to manage the deadness. About six months after we met officially, I stopped by one day to check in on my investment, and the deadness vanished like it was gone without a trace. I didn’t think that was possible. I thought you were faking it.” “In the end, the magical world took everything out of me,” said Harry. “I was technically dead. At least a few minutes you know. In the human world that would mean all brain and heart function would not work properly, even if I was resuscitated. So that was probably the most accurate description I ever heard. I don’t want that to happen again, and if I had been as dead as you, I’d have at least been amused by something.” Edward arched a brow. “Are you saying you were deader?” It wasn’t a word, but it was in this context. “I think so. I think I felt so much that I died after all was said and done. It was like the world stopped.” “Isn’t that why we are here? To end it?” “Yep. Of course, I’d bring you drama and not something fun to kill.” “Drama has its own unique interest,” said Edward. “What you said today, it makes some sense, because when I met Remus he looked almost dead. Maybe my brain picked up the correlation in some way.” “Your brain is on a wavelength that isn’t human.” “No. It’s monstrous,” Edward said and Harry pressed a kiss to that cool smirk on his lips. “Did you mean what you said?” he asked when they parted. “I meant every word I spoke to Andy.” “You don’t want him like me.” “As I told her, if he was, he’d be strong and smart. What’s not to want, Edward?” “I am not a-” “Good man? If I wanted a good man I’d have stayed behind here in this magical world, and I allowed a good man to suck me bone dry until I was a walking corpse. I don’t want Teddy to be a good man. I want him to be him. Just as you are you. Micah is Micah, and Jean-Claude is Jean-Claude.” Edward shook his head. “Little Raven, I still do not understand you.” “You don’t have to. Just f@ck me?” “Now that’s my Little Raven.” He pulled Harry easily off the couch. Harry wrapped his legs around Edward and kissed him hard. “I think you deserve a reward for not just running away.”“And what is my reward?” Harry breathed out as he ran his hands through Edward’s hair while licking at the man’s lips. “What do you always want?” Edward grinned as he shifted off of the floor to settle on the couch Harry recently vacated. Harry was impressed by the man’s ability to move them both so fluidly. It was like Harry wasn’t even grinding against the man with the way he so easily moved.“C@ck” With a smile Harry slid down off of Edward, landing in between the man’s wide-spread knees. Harry kissed his way down Edward’s chest as his hands worked on the belt and pants. “Do what you want.” “Careful with that, I might not stop.” He pulled the man’s c@ck out, and stroked him before slowly running his tongue across the swelling head. He sucked and slurped slow, rolling his tongue all around, and then slowly went down. Feeling every ridge and vein coiled up and down. He took an extra long time causing Edward to grunt and even hiss as fingers teased at his hair. He didn’t push down or force Harry’s throat onto his c@ck. Harry wanted to explore him. He worked his throat muscles, his own desire pulsing with every deep breath that came out of Edward. Up and down, and circling around. He gorged himself, sliding down to the base and then holding that position while his tongue and muscles squeezed. Edward twitched and let out a groan, his hands cupping Harry’s cheeks with every teasing suck. He came up, saliva coating the base of Edward’s c@ck, and he hardly took a breath before he was gulping down again. When he pulled away, he flattened his tongue to the underside of Edward’s c@ck and licked up toward the swollen head, kissing and swirling his tongue across the prec@m that leaked out. He even went down further and pulled one ball into his mouth, sucking it like a gobstopper, before switching to the other. Harry became so lost in the taste and heat, the continuous breaths, and the pulsing in the back of his throat that he didn’t hear the door click open. He could see and feel and hear nothing but the man he was sucking. His movements became more frantic. He swallowed Edward deep once more and he remained that way. He flexed those throat muscles to squeeze Edward making him moan quietly.“Holy Sh@t… how long?” “Long.”  Harry could feel Edward’s heartbeat in his throat, and his b@lls tightened with every tongue stroke. “F@ck…” Edward fingers tightened into a fist. “He’s going so f@ck@ng slow…” “You just want to shove his face down further. I don’t think it’s going to get further unless he wants to swallow it.” “Hm, six hundred years, and I don’t think I can go that slow. Look at you, mon Tueur d'Ombre. I can smell your blood. It’s delicious.”  Harry moaned around the hot rigid flesh. He hardly noticed the multiple hands or the words being spoken, so captivated by Edward’s breaths and heart-beat. His blood made Harry’s blood rush and Edward’s hips came up. Hot salty c@m poured into the back of his mouth, splashing over his tongue as he continued to suck and massage until every last drop was sucked out. Edward was actually left panting, his face red, when Harry finally released him. “Oops.”“Is that all you have to say for yourself after eating my c@ck that way?” Edward pulled Harry up over his lap, cupping his inflamed face, and that was when Harry saw Micah and Jean-Claude. Jean-Claude was stretched over the back of the couch watching with a tell-tale smirk. Micah arched a brow and before Harry could realize that if Micah was back, someone else was back, there was a giggle. “I didn’t know anyone could hold their breath for that long, Parrain! Is that how you all kiss and smell alike?” Harry let out a groan, dropping his flaming face into Edward’s chest. “Oh no.” “You darling boy, Go wake up Jason, mon Petit Loup.”“Okay! Have fun!” “You didn’t stop me?” Harry choked out. “Why? You looked like you were having so much fun.”“Besides, it’s completely natural. Let’s not hide who you are. We are not good men after all,” Edward threw his words back at him. “You b@st@rds!” Harry pushed only for Jean-Claude to stretch further over the couch and kiss Harry’s cum soaked mouth, his tongue probed inside to lick and taste him. It caused Harry’s blood to boil and a rushing sensation of need to flood him. Micah’s fingers were teasing up his back. Edward’s thumb rubbed circles into a pressure point on his neck that spiked his pressure higher. “It is a true pity we have a night planned for us already…” Jean-Claude cooed beneath Harry. “You taste divine.” “Least he’ll have a distraction,” Micah teased. “You’re all just evil bastards,” Harry pouted. “You really think this is the first time Pup’s seen you like this?” Micah teased as he slipped fingers down Harry’s front. He squeezed Harry’s bulging erection making the wizard’s eyes roll. “Or smelled you,” Edward pointed out. “You said he was asleep!” Harry turned wide-eyed to his Nim-Raj remembering the time last year when Micah f@ck@d him while Teddy was on the bed with them. “I also told you it’s natural for our kind. Do I need to f@ck you in front of him during a full moon for you to get over it?” Micah growled lowly in Harry’s ear. “Maybe I should f@ck you now and ensure you arrive at this dinner covered in our scents?” Micah shifted over Harry and Edward, trapping the wizard between both men.Jean-Claude went over to one of their bags and fished inside of it. “I have one better, mon Chaton, why don’t we punish him.” “What have I done except trying to save my baby from scarring?” Harry whined and shivered when Micah bit him between the shoulder and neck. He loved it when they touched him. He just wish they’d go easy on him and his sensibilities. He understood. He really did. Scent was everything. Inclusion was everything to weres, but he still had a human brain. “Scarring?” “I understand he likes our scents, but…” “He’s not human,” Micah growled. “I know, but he’s still a baby,” Harry pouted. Jean-Claude returned from his bag, and held out a black object that was thin at the top, but had a bulging roundness at the bottom with a rectangular end-cap. “Where did you get this?” asked Edward, smirking as he reached for it. “Here and there.” “What is that?” Harry asked, and all three of them laughed at him. Micah was mounted over Harry, still clothed, and was rotating his hardening c@ck against Harry’s backside. “So innocent,” Jean-Claude teased. “It’s a plug.” Harry could only imagine what these three men had in their minds for him. “Wh-what does it do?” he asked suspiciously.“Perhaps a demonstration is more viable?” Harry had the distinct feeling that he was in trouble as Micah settled better behind Harry, aggressively lifted his hips, and fixed his thighs so that his knees were on either side of Edward on the couch. “You need to be taught a lesson. A reinforcement,” Micah hissed, flicking the button on Harry’s jeans, and working extra hard to peel them off his butt and hips. He didn’t take them all the way off, and so they were bunched at his knees. Edward was stroking him in a lazy fashion. “Shifters are very sensitive to scents and sights.” He said as Jean-Claude handed him the lubrication. “I know that, but he’s too young…” “Makes no difference. He is what he is. If he smells nothing, then he feels nothing. We are as aggressive as we are affectionate. We are addicted to it.” Harry let out a noise when slick wet fingers began to tease and slowly push into his entrance. It was already sensitive, for some reason sucking c@ck and feeling their s@xual energy made his body hunger. He kept upright with his hands on either side of Edward’s head. “Sexuality is just as vital as breathing for a lycanthrope. Even a small one, and because he is born this way, it’s a lot more prevalent. It’s why he likes it when you smell like us. It’s why he likes it when we smell of sweat and natural scents. He’s taking it all in, putting it away for the future. He may not understand, but the were inside does. It soothes him. It’s why your s@x with Jason worked.” Harry whined when a second finger was put inside of him. Jean-Claude gathered Harry’s red cheeks, and began to kiss him wantonly, pushing a lustful power inside of him and then clamping down. Harry knew what he was doing and he whined some more. Every nerve and sensitive spot in his body began to tingle. “It’s not the act. He doesn’t care about that. It’s the scent.” Edward was stroking up and down his chest and teasing his weeping c@ck. Micah’s large c@ck rubbed against his entrance and then he pushed in causing Harry’s head to fall, his mouth opening as he stared into Jean-Claude’s midnight eyes. Once Micah was part of the way in, and knowing Harry was open enough to accept him, he slammed inside causing Harry to scream out, his forearms shaking as he held himself up. Jean-Claude drew back to watch him. “Looks like mon Chaton is going to get rough,” he purred into Edward’s ear as he ran his fingers through the man’s hair. “Good, Little Raven needs f@ck@d out of the tunnel he’s locked himself in.” Harry tried to smother his cries, Micah was more rough and forceful. Every deep thrust was followed by an arc sending pulses from his prostate to his squeezed c@ck. “Ngh!” Micah’s thrusts were fast and hard going in, long enough to tease and taunt him before drawing back too quick leaving Harry panting, and trying not to buckle. His jeans were restricting his leg movements, and Micah just didn’t stop. He f@ck@d him so hard that he ended up clinging to Edward’s shoulders, short nails digging in. His @rg@sms were building, but d@mn, Jean-Claude! He kept tightening his power. How he was able to control Harry’s @rg@sms he was never going to know. Edward pulled Harry down and kissed him harshly. He sucked the man’s tongue as Micah gripped the back of his neck. His repeated slams continued to vibrate the nerves inside of him, and he felt as though he were being throttled with the way he was gripped. He let out gulps of hot air, the sweat pouring off him as Edward held him in place so that Micah could pound him further. Felt so good, but he couldn’t @rg@sm. He couldn’t get further than the rise, and it never fell. Every time Harry’s @rg@sms began to build, Jean-Claude would control them, preventing him from orgasming. It made him cry out as the need shot through him. “Mon Amour, is going to be punished. Mon Chaton, I do believe you should empty yourself inside of him.” Jean-Claude swept around, fingers running down Harry’s sweaty back and he toyed with Harry’s hole and Micah’s large cock. He squeezed Micah firmly as he french kissed the alpha, and with a low snarl Micah came inside of him leaving Harry shaking and pulsing hard. Harry couldn’t understand what was going on, Jean-Claude made no move to mount him. Instead he watched Harry breathing with his chest pressed to Edward, his face burning red. “We are out of time. Edward, do you have that plug?”  “Huh?” “Right here,” Edward grinned as he handed it over and Harry’s eyes rounded. “Y-you’re not serious!” he spluttered as Jean-Claude sucked on the end of it. Harry tried to move, but Micah growled at him, and leveled his smooth @rs@ that continued to pulse and vibrate.“Such a stretched hole, mon Chaton. Good work.” And he slipped the plug inside of Harry. Harry’s eyes dilated and he looked back behind him. “You’re kidding me?! Jean! That’s not fair.” He yelped when Micah’s hand crashed down on his ass. “Ouch!” “You must prepare, mon Amour.” Jean-Claude purred as he leaned around and kissed his inflamed cheek. “Besides, I do think Jason and Teddy wish to come out of the room now.” “I like this look. We should keep him this way more often,” Edward drawled. “You sadistic… bastards.” It was all Harry could heave because every part of him felt as if he’d been electrocuted. He wasn’t sure if he could walk, and when he tried to reach back and touch, his hand was slapped. “Micah!” “No. You keep it.” Harry wriggled, still breathing heavy. “What do I do now? I can barely walk!” “Better get moving. We have a dinner to prepare for,” said Jean-Claude, kissing him one last time, and then smiling before walking away. “I really need a look at this,” said Edward, easily maneuvering Harry as Micah pushed in on it, causing the wizard’s eyes to round at the sensation. Harry was forced to turn around to face a glaring Micah. He was drawn into a harsh kiss as Edward’s fingers glided up and down his begging entrance. He wiggled the plug making Harry quiver from his head down to his toes. “Ulgh…” “Poor Baby, he needs release, but only when we let you.” It took some time to get Harry put back together, and thanks to the thong he wore, it kept the plug in place. Every time he moved, it would move and cause pulses and tremors of pleasure to course through him. Micah had to wash down his face, he was so hot. Edward seemed right proud of himself. Harry managed to straighten up as Teddy came running and jumped in his arms causing Harry to hold in a breath. “I swear I’m going to kill you all,” Harry muttered into the top of Teddy’s head and he was aware of the distinct laughs that trailed from various rooms. Jason started smirking at him as he entered the room. “Wow, you smell… powerfully like Micah.” “Shut up!” How was he going to get through the Weasley visit like this? He had no idea. Somehow, Harry got himself tidied up. Jean-Claude had insisted on switching his jeans for dark green leather trousers with black stitching and knee high velvet black boots. His shirt had to be changed as it was so covered in sweat that not even cleansing charms would do much for it; and he chose a soft cashmere black turtleneck that formed around his slender frame. He sat the torc over top so that it was within view. Jean-Claude helped him adjust the cuffs so they too could be seen. “If you leak out, you don’t want it to be seen, oui?” Harry pushed against the man’s hard rock chest. “Away with you, you bastard!” Harry whined as Jean-Claude pulled him, hands teasing down his body. “S-stop!” “Look how sensitive you are, and it’s not been ten minutes.” Jean-Claude grinned as he cupped around Harry’s neck. Harry stared up into flaming midnight eyes. “How can you do this to me?” “You will love the finish. Sometimes, holding out is always best.” He pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s hungry mouth. Harry tried to capture him, to keep him, but Jean-Claude pulled back a mere inch. “You look so lovely, mon Amour. My pomme wants to eat you. I can tell by his scent.” “That’s your fault! All your fault!” He ripped himself from the man’s frame, and in return was rewarded with a sultry laugh. Edward had his coat. “You should wear this, Little Raven.” “How? I’m burning alive already.” But, he did get into it. It would look weird if he didn’t wear a jacket at all. He didn’t want Teddy to think it was okay to run around in mid-November without a coat in such cold weather. He was so loopy that he could barely walk straight and he batted away the scarf that was presented to him. Teddy was extra giddy and Micah was lounging on the couch with a lazy smile. Jason, who had been playing with Teddy, was staring at Harry with big round blue eyes. “Let’s go by portkey. I’m not entirely sure how to get to Ottery St. Catchpole by car if it’s not flying,” he confessed, pulling out the disc. “We’d also be rather late at this point if we drove.”“Let’s hope you aren’t wrong, Little Raven.” Harry pretended not to hear that as he set the portkey. He took a deep breath as everyone grabbed hold, and in a flash they were sent into a vortex of color and sound. The sound of chickens in the distance and the cold November air greeted them. Jason was once again sprawled on the damp ground, and Harry, even with a plug, managed to stay standing. It might have helped that Micah had a hand on his lower back to keep him in place. His eyes easily found the construct of the Burrow, big squares stacked on top of each other and leaning heavily at one point. “No supports? Is that magic at its finest?” asked Jean-Claude. “Is that even safe?” Edward queried skeptically.  Harry shivered when a hand ran up his back. “Yeah. It’s safe. Most family homes are entrenched in magic from generation to generation. If you’ve noticed I have to designate areas in the house for the electronics otherwise it tends to go haywire.” Hermione had brought a new laptop home only for it to explode when she tried to get it to her room. A lot of Harry and Draco’s magic had seeped into the stonework thanks to the wards, runes, and just altering the house to their liking. It’d only been five years for Harry, but he cast a lot of magic, and then there was Teddy who poured out magic constantly with his constant metamorphmagus shifting. That didn’t even take into consideration the shifters’ energy that also seeped into the walls. “Like I said, they were a very poor family. They are the complete opposites of the Malfoys. So, whatever you take away from the Malfoys, don’t apply it here.” He started forward, Teddy cheerfully holding onto his hand as they walked up the craggy dirt path.Most of the windows in the house were lopsided and looked as though they’d been poorly handcrafted. Most had tattered old drapes over them, and already the familiar smell of food drifted through the wood structure. The door was the same red, well chipped wood as the last time he saw it and looked like it would blow off in a strong gust; but magic always willed out. They could all hear a lot of noise drifting around, the sounds of footsteps, laughter, and booming voices. He raised a hand and knocked lightly. His heart was beating, his @rs@ was burning, and he was so not looking forward to this. “Arthur! Arthur! Get the door, hurry!” said the booming voice of the Weasley matriarch. Harry naturally stepped back when the door jerked open accompanied by a flood of yellow orange light and the well aged face of Arthur Weasley. In the last few years, Mr. Weasley had become completely bald. He was also thinner than Harry last saw him, but the round face and smile was all the same. “Harry! Good to see you again!” He reached out and gripped Harry’s hand. “Come in, come in! All of you!” said Mr. Weasley enthusiastically. “Hello, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry, stepping into the house. “Hi, Mr. Weasley!” Teddy beamed. Mr. Weasley beamed. “Good to see you, Teddy. All the children are out back in the garden. Don’t worry, we’ve warmed it right up for everyone!” He patted the little boy’s head who beamed. “Okay! I’ll go play.” “First let’s take your coat if it’s warm out there,” said Micah, helping him to unzip his coat and take off his scarf.The Burrow had no entrance hall or any of that, so when they stepped inside they were immediately in the large mismatched furnishings of a well aged living room. Four different colored sofas, three rocking chairs, and at least three more loveseats followed by handmade floor rugs, and moving pictures on the walls of redheaded children through the ages. A fireplace roared to life against the far wall next to the doorway that led into the Floo Room and then the dining and kitchen area. Everything was familiar. It was like he stepped back in time.“Mr. Weasley, I’d like you to meet my mates Jean-Claude, Micah, and Edward, and good friend Jason.” “It’s very nice to meet all of you.” He seized each one of their hands as though he’d known them forever. “Please, come in! Molly is in the kitchen. She was so excited to hear that you were back, Harry.” “For now,” said Harry gently as Jean-Claude helped him out of his sweltering hot jacket. “Harry! Bl@@dy hell is that you?” A familiar tall gangly man came around with the cheeriest smile. “I heard that!” shouted the female voice from the other room. Mr. Weasley chuckled. “I better go check if she needs help. Please, everyone make yourselves at home!” “Sorry mum!” George threw over his shoulder. “George, great to see you again.” George hugged him around the neck.  “It’s bleedin’ wonderful to see you, mate. We’ve heard so many stories. You look absolutely smashing! But also like you haven’t aged! Can I bottle that for my store? It’d be a big hit.” “Mate?” Micah chose this moment to peer around Harry’s shoulder and drag his sunglasses down to look up at the man. Harry flushed. “George, these are my partners. Micah, Edward, and Jean-Claude.” George’s eyes sparked. “So the rumors were true? Man, mum’s going to have kittens. It’s nice to meetcha! Sorry, I am British. He’s a mate in the friend sense,” he assured, shaking each one of their hands. He didn’t seem to care about Micah’s eyes at all, not even flinching as he recognized Jean-Claude for what he was. “Forgiven,” said Micah. As they moved further into the room, Harry asked George about Weasley Wizard Wheezes. “It’s crackin’ good! We bought out Zonko’s last year when the ol’ man retired. He got into a spot of trouble with one of his pranks. He had been testing one of those rockets and accidentally sent the kid into the next Muggle town about three kilometers away. It was only supposed to go a few hundred feet at most.” “Sounds dangerous,” Edward said. Harry could see his mind spinning with ideas on how to use that in a fight.George grinned. “Nah, when the kid fell off, he just bounced.” Micah laughed at this and Jean-Claude arched an eyebrow. “Interesting.” “But it did cause a lot of issues. As you know here the statute of secrecy is still in play, so a lot of Obliviators had to come out and fix everything. You know, it was Harry who got us started on Weasley Wizard Wheezes. He put forth a thousand galleons to help us out. Fred would be so proud to see how far it’s come! You should check-in with the bank at some point on your shares of the profits.” “Definitely,” Harry agreed. “You know you don’t need to give me anything. It was an investment to friends.”“Oh Merlin, is that Harry?” Harry looked up to see one of the only non-redheads of the bunch. “Angelina!” “You bet it is. Doesn’t he look brilliant, and these Angie, are his mates. Real mates, all three of them or is that four?” George looked at Jason curiously. “Only one time,” Jason jested, causing Harry to look at him. Micah was snickering.  “That’s enough out of you.” Harry huffed. George cracked up and Angelina came over to hug him. “Merlin, it’s been so long!” “I married Angie last year. She’s playing for the Holyhead Harpies.” “Not much playing these days,” said Angelina touching a small pouch on her belly. She was lean muscled everywhere else. “You’re pregnant?” “I am! I didn’t think I would be. I tried not to.” She glared at George who smiled happily. “At least until the season was over!” “Congratulations,” said Harry. He meant it. He did like Angelina and George. Maybe he should invite them over sometime? “But I have to say, you look amazing, Harry! I’ve never seen you look so good. I love the trousers.” Before Harry could reply the familiar face of his once friend came ambling through. He was taller than George, more gangly, and his hair looked extremely short as if Mrs. Weasley took a buzz-saw to it. Which thinking on it, she probably had. “Harry!” “Hello Ron,” said Harry crispy. He couldn’t quite grow that same spark he had for George. “Bl@@dy hell is that really you? You haven’t changed a bit, except the clothes. What are you wearing, Harry?” “Shut it, Ronnikens,” George scowled. “What are you, fifteen again? Go help mum!” “I want to see my mate.” “He’s not your mate,” said Micah, draping an arm around Harry. “He’s ours.” Ron blinked and had a look of constipation on his face. “Huh? What are you talking about? Of course he’s my mate, and just who are you? Why are you wearing sunglasses? It’s bleedin’ night out!” George groaned. “You’ll have to excuse the prat. He’s never gained much in the way of brains you see. I think mum dropped him a little too much on his head as a baby. Mostly cotton, honestly. It might also be all the orange of his room,” he said conspiratorially toward Edward who arched a brow. Harry decided it wasn’t worth it introducing them again. “I’m going to wait until the rest of them are here before introducing anyone again. I’ve done it three times already.” More people came out of the woodwork, and the room seemed to expand on its own to accommodate them. Charlie Weasley approached Harry with a big muscled hug and practically lifted him off the ground, causing Micah to growl quietly and glare at the man. Edward breathed. “No redheads.” “Very intriguing,” Jean-Claude followed up. “But, oui, let’s try to avoid it.”Jason was just amused watching everyone fuss over Harry as the man they’d seen yesterday came through with a big smile on his scarred face; and beside him was probably the most beautiful woman most people had ever seen. Fleur didn’t look much older than Harry, and all of his men knew instantly that she wasn’t entirely human with her white blonde hair and silky glowing skin. She was the female version of Jean-Claude when it came to looks, and she was very taken when Harry introduced the men to her; particularly with Jean-Claude. It was probably the first time she was ever truly affected and not the other way around. He also met Percy Weasley, who was as stuffy as he was when he was in school, but maybe a bit less ironed out. His wife Audrey was even stuffier. She had a rich snobbish attitude and it was perfect for him. Really. They had a one year old daughter named Molly. Of course.So many introductions, George started doing it for him as the man remained close to them and shooting informative pieces to Harry’s men under the radar. Ron had this sour look as Harry flat-out ignored him in favor of making over the children. It seemed four of them belonged to Ginny. Bl@@dy Hell, Hermione hadn’t been kidding, Harry thought. She must have got a quick start, but it turned out one set had been twins. Ginny had a smile for Harry, but she looked really tired.Finally, Molly Weasley came through. She had gray lines streaking through her flame red hair, her face had a stretched quality about it. The laugh lines around her mouth and eyes were more prominent. “Harry! It’s so good to see you!” He was soon strangled in her grip. “Why, you hardly look a day over seventeen!” She drew back, her tired eyes wide and happy. “You’re still so thin! And what on earth are you wearing, young man, and your hair? It’s so wild. You should really let me trim it!” That was when Jean-Claude made the move, one arm went around Harry’s waist and pulled him back. “I do not believe that is necessary, Madam. I am Jean-Claude. It is very nice to meet you.” he held out his hand, and Harry watched as Mrs. Weasley’s face softened when she looked into his eyes. “Oh, it’s very nice to meet you too, Jean-Claude. I’m Molly Weasley. Please, call me Molly!” “I’d also like to introduce you to Micah and Edward. We are his mates and then there’s our friend Jason.” “Hello,” said Jason while Micah and Edward nodded toward her. “W-well, it’s so great to have you all! Please make yourselves at home! I’ve made so much food. I hope you all enjoy it.” She was almost breathless staring at Jean-Claude. Even Ginny had a rather stunned expression on her face as though she’d been looking at a male veela for too long.  “I think now that the greetings are out of the way, shouldn’t we let everyone sit down?” Charlie suggested over top of everyone, and so that was what they did. Mrs. Weasley still had that dreamy expression on her face and had gone a bit silent as she watched them move. Harry took one seat in the middle of a couch, and the three men gathered around him. Edward on one side, Jean-Claude sat primly on the other, and Micah decided to just take a seat in front of Harry’s feet. It was quite a deliberate arrangement, and when Harry was passed by Bill and Fleur, both of them flinched and stared at him. With so much chatter and all at once, it was hard to keep up. While there was a general air of excitement, all Harry could think about was the plug in his @rs@. It had shifted deeper inside of him when he sat down causing a radiating pulse to spread through him. Mrs. Weasley and Fleur left to go check on the food, and Harry was glad of it. He was pleased that Jean-Claude had temporarily circumvented her Mollycoddling. Merlin, she could kill a person with that ability. Mostly inane questions were asked like how he was doing and the things he was up to these days. Harry mostly kept the line of conversation with George’s joke shop, and Angelina and her professional Quidditch team. He tried to keep things light, and whenever someone looked like they might ask something personal, Harry would seamlessly move into another topic as if he hadn’t heard them. “All right everyone, dinner is ready. We’re eating out in the gardens tonight. I don’t think the kitchen can hold so many,” said Mrs. Weasley, coming back in with a bright smile. She’d gone over the top on food, and the table was almost as long as a house table in Hogwarts. Maybe not that exaggerated, but the idea was there. Micah was curiously examining a snickering bald headed creature with razor sharp teeth hiding in tall weedy grass that must be some sort of garden with its funny colored herbs, and beside the garden was a pond full of toads. “What are those?” asked Micah. “Gnomes,” Harry answered.  “Are they dangerous?” Edward asked, glancing around to find Teddy. “Can be. Mostly they just run and hide,” said Harry. “If you want to get rid of them you have to take them by the ankles and swing them around to throw them over the garden wall. They always come back.” “I hear shooting things work for pests,” Edward muttered. Harry flashed him a smile. “Let’s not do that for now.” “If one bites Teddy-” “If one bites Teddy, have at it,” Harry finished for him. “You’ve never seen a gnome before?” asked Mr. Weasley. “No, I’m sure I have not,” said Edward as everyone took seats. “I don’t have any in my yard.” Harry answered. All the children had been set up at a smaller round table behind them. Teddy seemed to be having a blast talking to the older children. Harry dropped a quick kiss onto his head before taking a seat. Ginny’s little ones were throwing food at each other, but whenever one tried to get near Teddy, he would flick his hand making it soar out of the way. George, Angelina, Bill, and Fleur were directly in front of Harry and his men. Mrs. Weasley on one end and Mr. Weasley on the other. Ginny was beside Edward and Charlie and Ron were on Jean-Claude’s other side, and so it was quite a full table. Oh and then there was Percy and his wife, quite forgettable those two seemed to be. “I must say it’s so good to have you back, Harry! You’ve been gone for far too long,” said Mrs. Weasley as the food was passed around. “I’m not here for long, Mrs. Weasley,” he tried once more to say as he took a buttered roll. That got a lot of attention. “Why not?” asked Ron, who was already stuffing his face. Merlin, he never changed! “I don’t live here anymore,” he reminded. “Nonsense, Harry, this is your home! You belong here,” insisted Mrs. Weasley. “No, I am only here to close everything down, set Teddy as my heir, and then go back home.” He wasn’t about to mention pulling Teddy from Hogwarts. As far as he was concerned it was none of their damned business. He would be explaining his reasons to McGonagall, but didn’t need to explain himself to anyone else. “I have a full life back home.” “What are you doing these days?” asked Bill curiously before Mrs. Weasley could continue on. “I work at an Animating firm, and I consult with the non-magical police department on preternatural crime.” That got a lot of attention, Mr. Weasley’s brows shot up and Bill tilted his head curiously. “Animating?” Mr. Weasley asked for clarification. “Raising the dead,” said Harry, getting a round of gasps. “Harry! You know that’s illegal!” Mrs. Weasley yelped. “Not outside of the UK.” “H-how are you an animator?” asked Ron wild-eyed. “I was born with it, but I didn’t know it or realize it at the time,” said Harry, not looking at his old childhood friend. The Weasleys were shocked. “It‘s one of the top grossing careers in the country and very prestigious. Being an animator is rare in and of itself,” said Jean-Claude. “And what do you guys do?” asked Bill, tilting his head. “I run a city,” said Jean-Claude elegantly. “I’m a Bounty Hunter,” Edward answered, taking a bite of the well cooked porkchop. “I’m a Pard leader,” said Micah. “Pard?” Fleur queried, and Micah pushed his shades to the top of his head, showing his leopard eyes much to everyone’s surprise. “You’re a wereleopard!” “Yes.” “And you, young man?” asked Mr. Weasley to Jason who was not to be left out. He seemed to like the food a lot. If there was one thing that Harry could never say bad about Mrs. Weasley it was her cooking. “I am whatever Jean-Claude wants me to be,” he answered. “He dances at one of my clubs,” Jean-Claude clarified. “That’s true.” “What does that mean?” Percy asked. “You are aware that I am a vampire?” Fleur, Bill, Charlie, and George all nodded, the rest of them were surprised. “A vampire?”  “Oui, I am the Master of the City. It is not often I get to vacation in another area, but as Britain is known for its master having gone mad, I can travel through without hesitation. Also a master vampire may or may not have the ability to call lycanthropes of their type to them as needed, Jason is my wolf to call.” “Are you the Master in France?” asked Fleur, trying to find information on where Harry and the group were staying.“Non, not France. I have not been to my mother country in a long time,” he said with a slow smile that caused all the women to shiver. He knew that Harry wanted to keep his location as secret as possible. “What is it you all do? I am fascinated by this world, I must admit.” Everyone explained their jobs. It seemed that Ron had flunked out of Auror training and was now working part-time for George. Everyone was particularly interested in Charlie’s career. He was a dragon handler after all, what was not interesting about that? Bill’s career used to be interesting until he got married. He went into detail about curse breaking, the pyramids of Egypt, and all the magical tombs that hid amongst the non-magical. Now it seemed that he was kept in the UK, mostly working on short term projects for Gringotts. When Mr. Weasley learned that Edward was a muggle, the poor sociopath got an earful about a vacuum cleaner and questions on how it worked. Harry should have warned him that Mr. Weasley loved muggle objects. Edward shockingly enough told him in detail, and Mr. Weasley hung on his every word. Harry was slightly shocked how much detail Edward could share but realized the man had probably used parts of one on a hit. As more questions and chatter was passed around. Harry minded himself with some blackberry pie that Jean-Claude seemed to get extra pleasure in Harry eating. “You said you consulted on preternatural crime scenes?” Charlie asked curiously. “Yes. In America, all the worlds are combined. They broke down their statute about eleven years ago, though it is rarer in America to find a true magical. Most don’t announce they are actual witches and wizards. The most I’ve met are outside witches like druids and shamans and witch doctors. I am their expert because they are too foolish to get a lycanthrope or a vampire to help them along with cases they do not understand. I’ve told them many times they need to hire a lycanthrope or vampire, but many are still wary of the supernatural.” “That’s where my expertise comes in handy. I am a Bounty Hunter. I go after rogue vampires and shifters that have broken the law and hurt innocents,” said Edward. Oh, how noble it sounded! Harry thought, resisting the urge to snort into his wine. “Most of the non magical police still don’t know how to deal with them, and so Edward fills those gaps.”“So that’s basically an Auror?” Bill theorized. “Yes, I also have a MACUSA issued Federal Marshal badge. America is much too big for MACUSA to police all of it. You’d be surprised how many non magical witches there are that like to get up to trouble. My badge allows me to step into any crime that has a magical or supernatural aspect and help on behalf of MACUSA.” “That sounds so dangerous, Harry! You should really think about coming home where it’s safer,” insisted Mrs. Weasley. “I know Minerva is after a good Defense teacher. She still can’t get anyone to fill the slot for more than a year. Or even speaking to the Minister will surely see you in without going through the training.” “I’ve made my decision, Mrs. Weasley, and I stand by it,” said Harry in a kind but firm tone. “To be honest with you, I would not be here now if it hadn’t been required to show up in person to set my Heir status to Teddy.”“But, what about the future?” asked Ginny all of a sudden. She had been going back and forth to the kids’ table trying to control her children who had been screaming and pulling each other’s hair.  “What are you talking about?” “You set Teddy as your heir, you can’t change that. What about getting married and having children of your own with your wife?” “I don’t plan to change it. Teddy is all I want,” said Harry, ignoring the second part of her question. “You’re not having any children of your own?” Mrs. Weasley gasped. “Teddy is enough.” They were starting to sound like the Malfoys. “He is all I will ever need.”Charlie smiled. “It’s not all about blood. Besides, unless a male can get pregnant, I don’t think it’s possible.” “Thank you, Charlie. You’re right.”  As dinner came to a close, Harry noticed Mrs. Weasley and Ginny looking particularly crestfallen and that was fine with him. They were not his obligation. Ron was glaring at Harry from his position at the table, but Harry ignored him. Now, he needed the bathroom. He had to clean up and perform spells, all things considering, and so he excused himself from a conversation about dragons. He headed inside the house and through the kitchen and up the fleet of creaky stairs. It was all familiar, the smells, the sights. Everything.He spent some extra time washing himself down, reapplied a few charms to dampen the stronger scents, then washed his hands before stepping out; only to blink when he saw Bill standing there leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “What can I do for you? I think I remember another bathroom in the house, at least two more.” “Four now,” said Bill with a grin. “How you doing, Harry? For real?” Harry nodded. “As I told your mother, I’m great. I love my life.” “Bill, did you ask him-” Fleur stopped when she saw Harry and Bill standing there. Harry noticed how strange they were looking at each other. What on earth was going on? “Something wrong? Something on my face?” he asked curiously. “It just came to our attention that we haven’t spoken in a long time, Harry,” said Fleur with a big smile on her face. “You brought a lot of guests.” “All are very important. Even Jason.” “Harry! There you are, what are you two doing up here?” It was George. “Did mum put you up to this?” Bill squawked. “Of course not!” “I would never…” George shook his head. “Should I stay and help you out with their interrogation?” Harry frowned. “Why would you interrogate me?” “We’re not interrogating anyone!” Fleur insisted. “That is rude, George.” “Actually, it’s kind of rude pretending like Harry is still a kid,” he said with a slight frown, which Harry didn’t like to see on George’s face. “We know he’s not, we’re only concerned.” “What the bl@@dy hell is going on?” Harry asked with a cross of his arms. He looked back and forth between the group.“You might be unaware but, I am rather sensitive to smells now,” said Bill. “I am too, being a quarter veela,” said Fleur. And Harry put it together. “Ah, my scents, and of course I am aware. I am sleeping with an alpha wereleopard and Teddy is pretty darn sensitive.” Before he could walk away from the ridiculous conversation, Fleur stopped him. “But he’s not the only one you smell like.” Harry resisted the urge to smile or smirk. “And how is this your business?” “We’re just-” “What? Concerned about me? Why?” He didn’t wait for her answer as he headed downstairs. Already the dishes were in the sink and being washed by magic. He could hear the chatter from the living room area, but he was distracted by the familiar antique clock on the wall. A lot of new hands had been added over the years, and for telling time it was completely useless. Instead of numbers or even sun and moon stages, the face on the clock showed places like Home, Work, School, Lost, Traveling, Shopping, and even Death. Only one hand was on the Death marker. It was Fred’s and it had probably been there since the final battle. Harry was pretty sure that a drop of blood was required to make the hands with names work in the way it did. An innocent form of blood magic, and as he scanned all the names of the clock he froze, and frowned when he saw his own name resting now on ‘Home.’ His eyes narrowed and a pulse quickened in his neck. He looked both ways to see if anyone was around and then he reached up only to silently curse at being too short.“Jean,” Harry whispered, knowing it would be heard. Not a second later, Jean-Claude was at his side. “Mon Amour?” “Can you lift me?” Jean-Claude followed his eyes and gave a hum. “What is this?” “A clock that tracks everyone. I want my name off it. I can’t reach it.” Jean-Claude smiled and lifted him by the hips. Harry took a breath, aware of the plug moving as he did, and with a flare of magic he ripped the hand off the clock. “Very interesting, mon Amour,” Jean-Claude purred as he gently sat Harry down, but did not move his arms and instead wrapped him in a hug. Harry smiled. “Maybe this would be useful for us in the future, but for now, I don’t want any part of it.” Jean-Claude trailed his hands down Harry’s hips, and he brushed along his @rs@ and pushed against the plug making Harry lean heavily into him. “Hm, I wish to be a part of you. I can smell you, the desire deep inside of you.” “All your fault!” Harry huffed as the vampire nibbled down on his neck. He turned and captured his lips, and the vampire drank him deeply. “Oui, deliciously so.” Harry pocketed the clock hand, and reluctantly he and Jean-Claude returned to the living area. He could still hear the children outside laughing, and hear Teddy having a good time with some of the pranks George had offered him. Jean-Claude resumed his place, but Micah had taken his spot between Edward and Jean-Claude. He was about to choose the floor for his poor @rs@ when one arm looped around his waist and pulled him down. Oh Merlin! Harry tried not to flush at the heat that gathered, the desire that poured through him was intoxicating. He cared not for the stares that he received, the somber expression from Ginny, the frown from Mrs. Weasley, and the scowl from Ron. No one else seemed to really care. “So, Harry, how long are you here for?” asked Charlie with a smile. “Just until Sunday,” said Harry. “Why that’s much too soon to be leaving!” Mrs. Weasley squawked. “I must. I have to get back to work. Jean-Claude has to get back to the city. He cannot be missed for too much longer, and Teddy has school. He’s missing this week, and the week after next a big holiday. I have a lot of people to feed.” “I think you’re going to have double this year.” “No, the other wolves aren’t invited, sorry Jason.” “It’s okay. I get it,” said Jason. “Is Marcus coming?” “Yeah, and I do have something planned for them. Just not at my house. I’m still leery about some of them meeting Teddy, so I won’t have it.” Jason nodded in understanding. “I wouldn’t want Jamil anywhere near my kid.” “You celebrate your new country’s holidays? What holiday is it?” asked Fleur, staring from one to the other, her eyes narrowing and seemed to crystalize like she was trying to figure him out. “Yes. A lot of friends celebrate it and Teddy loves everyone gathering. So I’ve been hosting it since last year.” Harry avoided the second part of her question, still reluctant to give too many hints on where he was now. Seems they missed the mentions of America during the dinner.“Have you been by to see Andromeda?” asked Mr. Weasley, as cheerful as ever. “Yes, I stopped in this morning,” said Harry tightly, and it reminded him of the things she said to Fleur about Teddy. He’d like to get everything that was said, but he wasn’t about to ask Teddy who was now happy again. “Oh, the poor dear has been out of sorts,” said Mrs. Weasley. “Well, she did lose everyone in the family,” Bill reminded. “Its hit her pretty hard.” Boo hoo for her. Harry showed no expression as they all talked about Andromeda, and how they wished she’d come by more often. Mr. Weasley was still asking Edward some rather funny questions about muggle objects causing Micah to snicker into the back of his neck and Jean-Claude to arch a perfect brow. “Arthur, no one wants to hear about your muggle toys,” Mrs. Weasley finally groused.  “I don’t mind,” said Edward with a good boy smile that lit up his features. “I take it you don’t get out in the non-magical world much?” “Only on special calls. You know some people like to bait non-magicals.” He shook his head. “It’s my job to go in and fix them. Like shrinking keys or toe biting tea-cups. It can be a real nightmare.” “Can you explain that?” asked Edward, intrigued. “In Britain, the magical world is still a closely guarded secret. Some people think it’s funny to bait Muggles. I’m very surprised that America rescinded their laws. I mean, they were stronger than even ours.” “It doesn’t make a difference,” said Harry with a shrug. “They are so used to not coming out that they don’t air it, there’s a lot of length between magical enriched areas.”  “Where do you live?” asked Ron. “And whatever happened to Hermione? Her parents won’t tell me nothing!” “She lives with me,” said Harry, shocking everyone. “You?!” “How did she find you?” Ron asked in surprise. “You do remember who Hermione is right? A genius witch who can follow clues, even when I don’t leave them behind?” “That young lady needs to get back here!” Mrs. Weasley tutted. “I don’t know what you have against being home, Harry. I just don’t get it.” “It’s not home.” “Sure it is,” she waved away as if what he said made no difference. “No, Mrs. Weasley, it is not. Not for me.” he said as calmly as he could. “And Hermione is quite happy where she is currently.” It was at that point that Teddy came running through the room with brilliant red cheeks. He ran right to Edward who scooped him up. Harry stroked his face. “Did you have fun?” “Yep! I’m tired now,” said Teddy, snuggling into Edward. “You look it. You’ll sleep like a log tonight or wake up at two in the morning dancing around on the bed.” “I hope not. I need sleep,” Jason whined. He’d taken the floor by Jean-Claude’s feet.“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Teddy asked, facing Harry.“Ask your fathers. They might have plans.” Harry answered reluctantly. He didn’t want to tell Teddy straight up no, but he was also aware of the plug still in him. “Can I?” Teddy turned, sending pleading eyes to Edward, Micah, and Jean-Claude.“Not tonight, mon Petit Loup. Best you stay with Jason.”Teddy grinned. “I’ll try and be quiet, Uncle Jason!” “I don’t really mind, Teddy.” “Fathers?” Ginny asked in dismayed shock.“What about their introductions was confusing?” Harry asked, staring at the witch. Mr. Weasley glanced at him bizarrely and Mrs. Weasley looked as though she was about to have a heart-attack. Ginny was wide-eyed. George grinned.  “Well, Teddy did mention them once before. It sort of makes sense.” “Wait, let me get this straight, you, Harry, are involved in a relationship with three men?” asked Charlie and he didn’t sound accusatory more than he sounded like he was in awe. “Yep.” “You’re kidding? You can’t be in a relationship with more than one person, Harry!” Ron yelped. “Who said?” Harry challenged. “If we are all in agreement, I don’t see the issue.” “How did you all meet and get together?” asked Fleur weakly. “Short answer. I met Edward first, then Jean-Claude, and then one day Micah came home.” “I decided not to leave,” said Micah smirking. His fingers were teasing the back of Harry’s neck, and he would shift his leg every so often, and Harry knew he was doing it on purpose.  “That’s just… impossible, Harry! What in Merlin’s name?” Mrs. Weasley gasped out.  “As I said, I have quite the life back home. I’m very happy with it, and the only reason I am here in the magical world is to set up to leave forever.” “You can’t do that!” “Why would you leave?” “What has Hermione said?” “Hermione is not a part of my relationship. She has no say and knows that she can support me or leave. Since she’s finally realized that I’m a person who can make my own decisions, she leaves it,” said Harry. “I am ever so glad that young lady learned from her mistakes; and to think she almost made them with Richard,” said Jean-Claude delicately. “Talk about awkward, how do you tell a best friend what you planned for her boyfriend?” Harry asked, causing Micah and Jean-Claude to laugh.“But Harry, you can’t have a relationship with more than one person at a time!” Molly butted in. “It’s simply not possible, nor fair to anyone. You really should reconsider your relationship. Surely Gringotts will allow you to change your heir listing once you have your own child. Ginny can help with that.”“It’s this right here that has me leaving for good, and never returning,” said Harry harshly enough to make most flinch. “You continue to presume that I am a child and I don’t know what I’m doing. You presume that you can tell me what is best for me, when for seventeen years no one has done what is best for me.” “Now, Harry, I didn’t mean it like that-” “I am sorry, Ginny, if this was what you thought. I’m not sure what part of ‘I’m sorry I’m gay’ no one seems to understands; and no I am not confused. I’ve had seventeen years to decide. Or do you not remember when Ginny tried to get Fleur to mesmerize me with her Veela powers?” “What is this?” Jean-Claude asked, shifting forward in his seat.“He is simply confused.” Ginny exclaimed. “Fleur must not be strong enough as a quarter Veela to show the truth.”“Veela powers don’t work on someone of the opposite sex if they aren’t heterosexual. Should have been obvious when I wasn’t mesmerized by the Veela at the Quidditch game. Also, I know for a fact, after a friend did some digging, that some Veela have similar powers to master vampires. And if the rolling is deep enough, it can be permanent,” he spat causing Ginny to flinch. “It wouldn’t have been!” Fleur squeaked. “Good thing I’m immune to all those pesky innocent mind powers or I’d be exactly what you wanted. A clone of the Boy-Who-Lived,” he said darkly. “Bill knew, didn’t you? I remember that day as clear as a bell because you were angry. You never get angry.” Bill bowed his head, chin to his chest. “He’s right. Veela charm was an issue whenever we came across the old full-blooded ones guarding tombs. An old friend of mine was consumed for life when a two hundred year old pure Veela enchanted him.” Mr. Weasley frowned. “Well, I don’t pretend to even understand what is going on. But, really, it’s not for any of us to decide what goes on in Harry’s life. If he’s happy and healthy I don’t really see an issue; and I was also there, Molly. You have taken this presumption a bit too far.” “Besides, if everyone is equal and in agreement in our relationship then there is no issue except whatever the four of us need to discuss or whatnot. Which has no bearing on you. I know the magical world sees things lopsided, and I had hoped when I came here after I was emotionally manipulated, that you would have at least respected my choices even if you don’t agree with them. But, I guess that was way too much to expect. My relationships are not for you to peruse or pick at. They are also not for you to choose, and for you to insult Teddy in such a way. As I told Andromeda, until she pulls her head out of her @rs@, she will not see Teddy.” “How did we insult him, Harry? I love Teddy, I would never-” “You think he’s somehow inferior because we don’t share blood? I know someone else who shares those same ideals. Good thing he’s dead.” He stared hard at Mrs. Weasley who paled considerably. “I don’t care about family names or lines. I don’t care about the rules. Rules can be broken, considering I wasn’t around when they were first formed, and now with Teddy half asleep, I think we should get going. I have a lot to do.”  Harry was on his feet. “You’re seriously leaving the magical world? You love this place!” Ron said angrily. “No, no I don’t. Not anymore. Not after the blinders came off, Ron, and I saw this place for what it was.” “What it was?” asked Charlie with a frown. “A cesspool. Last night was a perfect reason why I do not want to be here. How many newspapers did I end up in just because I was walking down an alley? How many bl@@dy magazines and ridiculous gossips and lies were told about me in the span of five seconds between the stairs of Gringotts to the door?” He shook his head. “I hate this world. I hate this world and I will not subject Teddy or myself to it ever again. I am no longer Harry Potter, the Orphan.”  “You don’t really mean that, Harry!” “I do. I came here for Teddy. I came here to see if maybe by some shred of hope that you will accept me for who I am rather than what I was forced to be, but I should have known better. At least Hermione figured it out quickly. It took me eight bl@@dy years.” Jean-Claude was already helping him into his jacket as they retrieved their own. Edward draped his over Teddy’s sleeping form instead of putting it on.He was so done. He did hug George and promise him an owl, and gave a nod to the rest before stepping out of the house. Mrs. Weasley had tried futilely to call him back only for Harry to pretend she didn’t exist. “Let’s get out of here.” Harry took the disc from Micah’s outstretched hands and tapped it. In a flash all of them were gone.'
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