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Chapter 35

Jacob stood in the door to Harry's room trying not to laugh. Harry was sitting by the window preening his wings. Since waking a few hours ago, his little angel had been memorized with his wings. Jacob was happy to see that they no longer pained him. Jacob couldn't wait to run his fingers through Harry's beautiful wings.

Harry gave a small giggle and stretched out his left wing. He thought his wings were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He had never been vain before, or cared much about his looks, but he thought his wings were magnificent. He loved the red at the tips, they reminded him of his grandfather.

Harry started running his fingers through his feathers, making sure they were laying just perfect. Thanks to Dumbledore some of his feathers were ruffled, and a bit bent. He thought he would feel guilt over killing that man, but after seeing some of his muffed up feathers; he wanted to kill him all over again.

" You know, I don't think the peacocks at Malfoy Manor spent so much time preening." Laughed Draco, joining Jacob at the door.

Harry looked up giving two of his mates a blinding smile. " Don't you think my wings are beautiful?" he asked.

" Of course we do. Our minds haven't changed since the last dozen time you have asked." Draco smiled at his mate as he took a seat across from him.

Harry lowered his head blushing. " I'm sorry." he mumbled.

Jacob smacked Draco in the back of the head. " Ignore him, he's just jealous that his wings pale in comparison to yours."

Harry looked up grinning at his largest mate. " I just can't believe that they are so pretty; they do get in the way a bit though." Harry pointed to so some stuff on the floor that previously had been on the dresser.

" Can't you retract them?" Draco got up to pick up the stuff that got knocked on the floor. He was a bit of a neat freak.

Harry stuck his bottom lip out, and gave Draco his best kicked puppy look. " I -I thought you liked my wings. I thought you said they were pretty, and now you want me to hide them." Harry put his face in his hands.

Draco rushed to Harry's side, and knelt down beside him. " Oh Merlin Harry, I am so sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I love your wings. I love everything about you. Jacobs right, my wings are ugly compared to yours.

Harry's shoulders started shaking. " Harry, please look at me, I am so sorry, please don't cry."

Harry decided to put Draco out of his misery when he heard Jacob start growling. Slowly he lifted his head to show Draco his grinning face, not teary face.

" That's not funny." pouted Draco. I thought I really hurt your feelings.

" Well, you weren't being very nice." Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco. " And as punishment, I'm going to let Jacob touch my pretty wings first."

" What? That's not fair." complained Draco.

" Are you sure Harry? If your not ready, I can wait." Jacob really wanted to touch them, but he didn't want Harry to be uncomfortable.

Harry blushed at Jacob, and stretched one of his wings out to him. Tentatively, Jacob reached out to the crystal looking feathers, and started caressing them. " Wow!" Jacob couldn't believe how soft they were, and how turned on he was getting.

Harry closed his eyes enjoying the feel of his mate touching his wings. The feeling was amazing. Harry was so caught up in the pleasure, that he never noticed that he started making a purring like sound.

" Are you purring?" asked Draco laughing.

" Hmmm, cant help it, that feels so good. Better then when Edward massaged my leg." mumbled Harry.

" Really? Do I get rewarded with a kiss like Edward did?" asked a very hopeful Jacob. He had been dreaming about kissing his mate. He didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous that Edward got to kiss those perfect little lips.

Harry opened his eyes to look at Jacob. He was so handsome, and so muscular. He tried to imagine being wrapped up in those big strong arms; how safe he would feel.

Harry dropped his eyes to look at Jacobs lips, and without thinking licked his own lips. Jacob groaned at the site of Harry's tongue darting out across his lips.

Harry stood up, his head not even reaching Jacobs shoulders. With a shaking hand he cupped Jacobs face, running his hand to the back of his head. With just a tiny bit of pressure, he pulled Jacobs head down until their lips met.

Jacob was afraid to move, hell he was afraid to breath. His mate was standing in front of him, touching his face. He prayed that he was going to get to kiss Harry. He felt Harry tug on his head, and obligingly lowered it for him. He was shocked when their lips met.

Jacob gently reached out and cupped the back of Harry's head. Closing his eyes he opened his mouth, running his tongue along the seem of Harry lips asking for permission

Feeling Jacobs tongue, Harry opened his mouth, moaning when Jacobs tongue touched his. It felt just as amazing as when he kissed Edward. Harry wings started to vibrate when Jacobs tongue entered his mouth and started exploring.

Jacob couldn't get enough of Harry's mouth, of his taste. He knew he was going to have some good dreams tonight.

While his tongue was busy mapping out Harry's mouth. Jacob reached out and started caressing Harry's wing again.

Harry gave a cross between a moan and a squeak, before his legs gave out on him. Jacob was just able to wrap his arm around his waist and catch him before he fell.

" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Jacob was trying not to freak out, he couldn't believe that he hurt Harry.

Harry was panting hard, his fingers digging into Jacobs shoulders. " D-didn't hurt, felt good, to good."

Jacob looked to see his little imprint was once again blushing and he was pleased to note the bulge in Harry's pants. The kissing combined with caressing his wing turned Harry on, and a lot by the looks of it.

" Fuck!" grumbled Draco, storming out the door.

" Where are you going?" Harry didn't mean to hurt his feelings by kissing Jacob.

" To take care of a ,,,,, problem."

Jacob pulled Harry to him in a hug, and started laughing.

" I don't get it." said a confused Harry.

Harry got even more confused when he heard his family all start to laugh from different rooms in the house; damn super hearing.

Jacob took pity on his poor innocent mate. " Harry, us kissing turned Draco on." Jacob dropped his eyes to Harry's bulge. " He had to go relieve a ,,,, problem." Jacob wagged his eyebrows at Harry.

Harry was quiet for a moment then his eyes got impossibly wide. " Oh,,, ohhhhhhhh!" Harry started to giggle.

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Harry ran his hand over his smooth face. He was standing in the bathroom staring in the mirror. He couldn't believe it, his scars were gone. The scars that he thought would haunt him for the rest of his life, we're gone. He had been awake for hours and no one had told him that they were gone.

Stripping off his shirt, he ran his hands across the blemish free stomach and chest. Spinning around he tried to look at his back. From what he could see the scars were gone from there too.

Sliding of his pants, he sat the edge of the tub to look at his bad, left leg. Gone! All the scars, and burns were gone. He was still getting a few twinges of pain, and a few muscles spasms, but they were hardly noticeable.

Closing his eyes, he sighed. For the first time since he was 11, he didn't have someone after him. He didn't have a psychopath wanting him dead because of some prophecy that Dumbledore probably made up. He didn't have Dumbledore controlling his life, or the fear of having to put himself in dangerous situations. For the first time he could be himself, just Harry; whoever that was.

He wouldn't be alone though in discovering who Harry was. He went from having pretty much no family, to a huge, amazing family. He had his parents in Carlisle and Esme. Then two sisters Alice, and Rosalie. The best brothers in Jasper, and Emmett, and also in Fred, and George. Severus who is his biological father, and best of all his dad James is back. He couldn't wait to get to know his grandfather better too. The man was definitely intimidating, but he felt safe and protected with him there.

Then there were his incredible mates Edward, Jacob, and Draco. All three were so very different from each other. Jacob loved to laugh, and play; he could be found huddled up with the twins and Emmett. He did take the protection of his family, and friends very seriously. Draco was the serious one, who tried to take on the responsibility of everything. He also has the shortest temper, snapping before thinking. Edward was always on guard, always careful. he was afraid that he could hurt someone with just his touch. He was also the moody one, who could sulk for days.

Harry loved all three very much , their good, and their bad traits. He just hoped that someday, he could be the mate that they deserved. A mate that they could freely hug, and kiss. A mate that didn't jump at their own shadow, and wasn't afraid to go outside. A mate that wasn't always looking for danger in the dark corners of every room. A mate that could lay in bed, and make love to them for hours.

He could admit, that kissing Edward and Jacob had been amazing, and turned him on. When Jacob started caressing his wing while kissing, he thought he was going to cum in his pants just standing there. Maybe some day he could have a sexual relationship, but it would be a while. Thankfully, he knew that his mates wouldn't pressure him.

Standing up, Harry turned the shower on to as hot as he could stand it. He couldn't wait to scrub off the feel of that old mans hands on his body. Just thinking about it made him physically sick. His grandfather had used a cleaning charm of some sort on him when he first brought him back from the manor, but is wasn't the same as soap, and water. He could still feel his body fluids on him, and his old hands caressing his beautiful wings.

Stepping in the shower he gave a wince as the scolding hot water touched his somewhat still sensitive body. Picking up the soap and a small body brush, he started to vigorously scrub every inch of his body; he didn't stop until his skin was red and raw, and bleeding in some areas. Taking a wing in his hands he started to meticulously clean every feather, when done he repeated with the other wing. The hot water on his feathers felt amazing.

Wrapping a huge fluffy towel around his petite body he stepped out of the shower. He frowned when he noticed that his wings were dripping water everywhere. How long would it take for them to dry? Was it safe to use magic to dry his wings? He guessed he should have asked Draco or his father. His father had cast a spell on all his shirt so he could wear them with his wings sticking out.

With his wings still dripping, he dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a silver form fitting t-shirt. Opening the bathroom door, he was relieved to see that his room was empty. He really didn't want his mates to see him with dripping wet wings; he looked like a drowned chicken.

Looking out the window he noticed that it was a warm sunny day, and the sun was shining through his large window. Finding a sunny patch on the floor, he settled down and spread his wings out around him. Taking his towel he started to gently rub at his wings. He was thrilled to see them drying looking even more spectacular then before.

James couldn't help but to laugh when he spotted his son sitting on the floor, preening his wings, again! He couldn't believe that his son was almost 19. He had missed out on so much of Harry's life, but he swore he wouldn't miss out on another minute.

" Those wings put your fathers, and Draco's wings to shame." said James taking a seat in front of his son. He only had a second to brace himself before he had an armful of Harry.

Harry lunged at his dad hugging him, when he sat down in from of him. He still couldn't believe that his dad was alive, he didn't want to ever let go of him. He only saw his dad for a few minutes since waking, his father had kept his dad pretty busy.

" Did father finally let you out of his sight." asked Harry, still clinging to his dad.

James laughed. " Ya, it's a good thing he is a potions master. I'm going to need a lot of pain potions for a few days."

Harry sat up blushing, and lightly smacked his dad on the arm. " Daaaaad! I don't need to hear about you and father having ,, sex."

" Yes, well your father is trying to make up for 17 years worth of missed sex, in one day."

" Oh Merlin, dad stop." Harry covered his ears with his hands, and started laughing.

James scowled and grabbed his sons arm. His arm was raw, scratched and had flakes of dried blood on it.

" Harry, what did you do?"

Harry turned his head a looked out the window. In a small voice he answered " I-I had to scrub him off of me. I had..." a lone tear started to make it way slowly down Harry's cheek.

James pulled his son back into his arms. " Shhhh, it's ok baby. He is gone, and will no longer be able to hurt you again."

Harry sniffled into his dads neck. " I know, but I'm glad he took me."

James pulled his son away so he could look at him. " What do you mean Harry? Why?"

" If he wouldn't have taken me, then we would have never found you." Harry gave his dad a teary smile.

James pulled his son back into another hug. He had a lot of missed hugs to make up for.

" How about after you eat something we take a walk. Carlisle said that it is a rare sunny day for Forks. Maybe we could go check out the ocean. After being locked up for so long, the ocean would be breathtaking to see."

Harry jumped to his feet backing away from his dad, shaking his head. " I-I-I can't... No- No,,,, I -I..."

James lunged to his feet when Harry fell to his knees, having trouble breathing. " Harry!" he yelled.

" Please, I-I,,, don't make me,,,, please." Harry started seeing spots in front of his eyes, and he couldn't catch his breath. His head started spinning, and he fell to his knees.

He couldn't go outside, he couldn't leave the safety of the house. If he went outside someone would find him, take him away, and hurt him. He would never see his family again, he would be locked up, and used.

Harry grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled on it, needing to feel the pain. He heard a shattering sound come from the bathroom then the sound of water spraying everywhere. He could feel wind whipping through his hair, and wings.

James backed away from his son, the power pouring off him was terrifying. He could hear footsteps and he knew everyone in the house was coming. He looked up when he heard something break in the bathroom, and then he started seeing water spray everywhere.

A strong wind started blowing through the room, knocking pictures off the wall and stuff off the dressers.

" What the hell happened." demanded Severus rushing into the room.

James just shook his head not taking his eyes off his son.

Everyone tried to get to Harry but the wind was swirling around him, like a tornado.

Belial flashed into his grandsons room. He could feel his out of control magic, even in hell. He saw his grandson kneeling in the middle of his own tornado. He was in awe of the power pouring off of him. Looking around he marveled at the destruction in the room and the water spraying out of the bathroom. His grandson had called two elements,,, impressive! He was going to have to start training him before he accidentally destroyed half the earth.

" Stay back" he commanded the rest of the family. Right now he was the only one that could get close to Harry without getting hurt. As soon as he mates with his three mates they will be able to help him too.

Even with all his elemental power Belial had to push to get through his grandsons tornado. Kneeling down, he scooped the distressed angel up into his arms and pressed his back to his chest, wrapping his blood red wings around him.

" Breath child, your safe. You need to get control before you level the house and hurt everyone in it."

Harry could feel his grandfathers wings wrapped tight around him. He tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but everything was hazy and muffled.

" Come on little one, listen to my voice. You are safe with me, I'm the great, and powerful Belial." Belial was relieved to hear a small chuckle come from inside his feathers.

" I must admit little one, I am impressed with your elemental power. After training, you could possibly be more powerful then I am."

He chuckled when Harry turned into his chest and mumbled something. " What was that, little one?

" Don't wanna." Harry mumbled again.

" You don't want to what?"

" Be powerful, don't wanna." Harry pouted again.

Belial unwrapped his wings to look at his grandson all snuggled into his chest. The tornado around them was starting to slow down.

" I'm sorry to break it to you Harry, but you are very powerful. If you try to fight it, you could end up seriously hurting someone. I will train you though, you will have nothing to fear from your power. Now, what brought on this lovely tornado?"

" Dad wants to go for a walk, but - but I'm scared." The tornado around them started to pick up again.

" Easy little one. Take a deep breath and try to rein in your power."

Harry took in a few deep breaths, clutching to his grandfather. " Child, if your scared, you don't have to go out yet. You have all the time in the world to heal through everything you have been through. Your family wont be mad or upset with you."

The tornado around them died down enough that they could now see his family gathered around in the room, looking worried.

" Why can't I just be normal? Everyone is always so worried about me. Their life would be easier without me." Harry tried to hold back his tears.

" Now listen here little one." his grandfather said sternly. " Everyone here loves you, and even if you were ' normal' they would still worry about you. You are an extraordinary young man. Even after everything you have been through, your capacity to love is astounding. You will overcome this, and you will be able to go outside without fear, it will just take time.

Harry sat up and pulled his wing out. Giving his grandfather an impish smile he asked, " Don't you think my wings are beautiful?"

Belial threw his head back and laughed. " Indeed they are, little one." Leaning forward he kissed his grandson on the forehead.