Harry sighed as he entered the empty kitchen. Normally Mrs Weasley was up by now, making dinner. Harry remembered how Elias had told him they slept in on Saturday. It was already seven, and Harry was wide awake. With a nod, he called for Dobby.

"Master Harry Potter has called on Dobby!"

"Dobby, I need your help. I want to make enough food for eight people. I need freshening charms and heating charms placed on them as I finish."

"Dobby would be honored!" Harry nodded, starting to make pancakes, coffee, bacon, sausage, hash, and eggs. Fried eggs, and scrambled. Around nine was when he finished everything, and people were drifting down the stairs, smelling the air. Harry snickered as he finished serving eight glasses of orange juice.

"Good morning!" He chirped, grinning at Elias, Harvey, and Nathan. The others looked confused, Delilah the most. "I hope you don't mind, Delilah. I woke up pretty early and thought I'd make you breakfast."

"Thank you, Harry. You didn't have to." They all settled around the table.

"But I wanted to." Harry waited as everyone started to eat, his breath held in his throat.

"This is delicious. Where did you learn to cook?"

"Trial and Error. Error being when my aunt didn't like it, and put my hands in the grease or on the hot burner." Harry murmured, relaxing slightly when Elias took his hand in his. The whole table sobered up, except for Nicci, who grinned.

"What dish took you the longest to make? Mine was stuffed squid."

"Crab Rangoon."

"So seafood too? Who'd you live with? I had my parents and drunken older brother."

"My aunt and uncle and cousin." Nicci frowned, nodding.

"Muggles? Me too." Harry smiled.

"It's not all bad. If I hadn't been left with them, I wouldn't have ended up here today." Nicci nodded sadly.

"How bad did it get for you? They didn't...sell you too, did they?" Harry froze, breath hitching. "I hazard a guess. I was too. Abri found me wandering the streets after I managed to get away. I had just turned fourteen."

"You were fourteen? How long...?"

"It started when I was twelve."

"I was only raped for about two years too." Harry muttered, placing his fork and knife down as he stared at his lap. "His coworkers had fun with me a lot. I don't know if it was paid for or not. I just know that he drugged me before taking me to a hotel, where I was raped none stop for weeks at a time."

Unknown to Harry, the others shared looks. Elias was thinking hard before nodding to himself. His plan would work, the bond would be there, no matter what. Harry needed this.

"Harry?" The teen startled. "Would...would you like a restart? Our bond will never die. I have accepted you as my mate. I can give you a potion that will de-age you to the point before your abuse started. I can raise you to be a happy child."

"I...I think that Remus and Sirius should raise me, Eli. If we do that. I need time to think...maybe once we beat Voldemort we can try." Harry said softly, looking up. Everyone was pushing food around. "What a way to ruin breakfast." He stood, "Dobby, can you come here?" The elf popped in, startling everyone. "I would like you to place charms on the food again. I'm afraid everyone has lost their appetite."

"Of course, Master Harry Potter."

"And stop calling me master! We're friends, not master and house elf." The elf teared up, but nodded and set the charms as Harry turned to Elias. "Come on, you promised to show me around town."

"Right, of course. Mama, we won't be back until after dinner. See you later." Harry was dragged out of the house and to the road. They started to walk, Harry clinging to his mate.

"If I do this deaging thing, won't it make it hard on you? Watching me grow up and unable to touch?"

"Oh, I would be able to do this," Elias pulled Harry into a hug, "and this," a kiss to the forehead, "and don't forget this," he lifted their joined hands.

"Idiot." Harry was grinning as they entered the town. "So what type of town is this?"

"America is a lot more accepting of magic. Muggles tend to think 'That's so Cool' instead of 'Ah it's a witch! Get her!' and stuff like that." Harry nodded in understanding as Elias pulled him to a shopping district. As they passed a jeweler, Harry paused.

Laying on display was a grey jasper pendant. It looked like a coin, but thicker, and attached to a gold chain. According to the tag, names could be engraved to the stone. They were a cheap price of 65.50$ usd.

"Harry?"

"Can we get matching ones, Eli?" The man chuckled with a nod. Once inside, the lady did as they asked, but with a snub to the fact they were gay. Harry glared, hands shaking as Elias pushed him out the door. "I hate people like her."

"I know, love." The rest of the day was spent at the mall, then the movies, followed by an early dinner. As they were walking back to the house, they came across a box that wasn't there that morning, and it was starting to rain. Soft cat crying could be heard, so Harry stopped, opening the box.

Inside was a cat with blueish-yellow eyes. It had black and white fur, and wings that were black and white as well. It was but a kitten, small, cold, and wet.

"Eli, do you think your parents will mind?"

"No, they wouldn't. What are you going to call him?"

"Maybe Lorcan."

"Little and fierce."

"What type of cat is he?"

"Probably a Tressym."

"What is that?"

"A cat with wings. They only get as big as a normal house cat, and can speak any language including their own."

"But this one is just a baby, right?"

"Yeah. Come on, Lorcan looks like he could use a bottle of milk. I wonder why he was in a box, and away from his mother."

"He's really small. Maybe a runt?"

"Possibly." They quickly made their way to the house.

Tressym(borrowed from the Forgotten Realms).