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Chapter 9

Harry walked down the long halls of Malfoy Manor, Malfoy to his left and Zabini to his right. Neither teen tried to speak to him and for that he was grateful, he didn't think he had the energy to try to answer any questions.

Harry barely noticed the Manor as he walked, too caught up in his own thoughts, his need to try to keep up his clothes that were threatening to fall off him. They walked until they stopped in front of an ornate wooden door.

"This will be your room Potter" Draco said with a slight sneer, though Harry could tell his heart wasn't in it. "Uncle Rabastan and Uncle Rodolphus both have rooms in this hall, I figured you would want to be near them."

Harry felt touched at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

"Thank you, Malfoy, I…I would like to be close to them," Harry said with a hesitant smile at the blonde.

Malfoy looked taken aback for a moment, simply staring at Harry until Zabini elbowed him.

"I would not recommend going anywhere on your own at the moment," Zabini said and Harry nodded in understanding before the two turned and walked back the way they'd come.

Harry opened the door and walked into the room he had been appointed. He was not surprised to find it luxurious beyond measure. Certainly, beyond anything Harry had experienced.

The room was large, bigger than his whole dorm room had been at Hogwarts. The walls were unsurprisingly a soft green and there was a massive bed in the centre that looked big enough to sleep five without any problems. The floors were marble tiles but there was a beautifully thick cream rug that took up most of the floor. Opposite the bed was a fireplace and several comfortable looking lounges. A large wardrobe stood against the wall and for a moment Harry mourned the loss of his clothes, though he supposed now that he wasn't wearing the glamour most of those clothes wouldn't fit him, still it couldn't hurt to ask someone if he could be allowed to retrieve them. His heart stopped for a moment as he remembered Herbert. In all the confusion he had forgotten about Herbert! He would definitely have to go back to The Leaky Pickle tomorrow, even if it is just to grab his plant. He hopped Herbert wouldn't be too worried when he didn't come home tonight. He continued looked around the room and spotted another door, which Harry assumed led to a bathroom.

He would love to have a nice hot shower to help him relax but he didn't have any clean clothes to change into. Now that the adrenalin was fading from his body, weariness was setting in. He made his way to the comfortable looking bed and sat heavily. He was tempted to just crawl under the covers and forget this whole day for a few hours, but he assumed Rabastan and Rodolphus would come to see him and he wanted to be awake for their visit.

He didn't stop himself from falling back, enjoying the soft blankets beneath him. He felt his eyes growing heavy and before he even realised it, he had fallen into a deep sleep, still fully clothed, laying on the side of the bed. It was in this precarious position that his soulmates found him a short while later.

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Rabastan and Rodolphus had hurried down the hall after leaving their Lords presence, running into Draco and Blaise and getting directions on which room they had put Harry in.

They had knocked, both nervous and impatient to see Harry again. After knocking a few more times and hearing nothing they had simply opened the door and entered, concerned something may have happened to Harry. They were not prepared for the sight that greeted them.

Their little soulmate was sprawled out awkwardly on the bed, his clothes rumpled and a string of drool running down his chin.

Rabastan could feel his heart clench just at the sight of him.

"Merlin" Rodolphus whispered eyeing the small teen. "Who would've thought we would be so lucky as to have a soulmate."

"You aren't angry that we have to share? Or that it turns out that our soulmate is none other than Harry Potter?" Rabastan whispered back.

Rodolphus shook his head, not taking his eyes off the sleeping teen in front of him.

"Honestly, no. I mean, Merlin look at him, he obviously needs two soulmates just to protect and take care of him. He is clearly a walking magnet for trouble and there is no one else I would trust him with except you Rab. I know together we will be everything he wants and needs."

Rabastan looked thoughtful for a moment, "that actually makes a lot of sense. It's a weird feeling though, after so many years of, well, not quite hate, but anger aimed at Harry Potter, it now feels like everything else pales in comparison to him."

"Indeed, but Mother Magic would not have blessed us with a soulmate if it wasn't the right thing for everyone involved. Harry is meant to be ours, just as we are meant to be his."

"It won't be easy" Rabastan said with a sigh.

Rodolphus just sent him a cheeky grin, "nothing worth having comes easy. Now let's get our little one more comfortable." With a wave of his wand Harry's too big clothes were transfigured into soft pyjamas and he was levitated into a more comfortable position on the bed and tucked in properly.

"I don't think I can leave him, but I don't feel comfortable sleeping in his bed without his permission either."

"How about we transfigure the chairs into comfortable beds for us for tonight, we can talk with Harry in the morning about expectations and boundaries," Rabastan suggested sensibly.

With Rodolphus' nod two chairs were transfigured, and clothes were changed into pyjamas. They each took a turn in the bathroom before they climbed into bed, still even after the events of the day both found sleep difficult that night.

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When Rodolphus awoke the next morning, it took him a moment to remember why he wasn't in his own bed. It had taken him a long time to fall asleep last night, his mind struggling to accept all that had happened. He had a soulmate and it was Harry Potter. Harry Potter was his soul mate. And not just his soulmate either, his and Rabastan's. Soulmates were exceedingly rare and especially cherished amongst pureblood families, such a union is said to be blessed by magic and Rodolphus wondered how he had managed to get so lucky.

He made to roll over when he felt a warm weight pressed against his side. He slowly looked down to see a head of unruly black hair and a pale face pressed against his shoulder. His breath caught in his throat, Harry, Harry was in bed with him! He quickly looked around to make sure that he hadn't somehow snuck into Harry's bed in the night, but no, he was still in his transfigured bed, except, now he had his tiny soulmate pressed up against him. He couldn't remember the last time he had held someone in his arms. Azkaban had left him touch starved, craving human contact and waking to find his soulmate in his arms was indescribable. No wonder he felt so well rested. He took a moment to study the teen, wild hair that looked incredibly soft, pale skin with just a smattering of freckles, full lips a soft dusty pink colour. His soul mate was gorgeous. Though he felt so small and fragile in his arms. He gently traced the dark circles under Harry's eyes, making a promise that he would ensure the teen got more sleep. The poor thing looked like he hadn't slept well in years. He wrapped an arm around the thin waist and pulled Harry in closer to him, turning gently so he was on his side and Harry was pressed against his chest. Harry felt like skin and bones in his arms and Rodolphus felt white hot rage rush through him at the thought of what Harry must have been through. He would make them suffer, whoever had dared to hurt what was his and Rabastan's. Lestrange's were notoriously possessive bastards over what was theirs, and nothing had ever been more theirs then the young man in his arms.

Rodolphus looked over at his brother and found Rabastan awake and watching them, his face lit in awe and maybe a touch of confusion.

Rabastan slowly crept out of bed and made his way over to his brother, his brother who had Harry wrapped up in his arms.

"What is he doing in bed with you?" Rabastan whispered curiously and Rodolphus was relieved to note that there was no jealousy in his voice.

"No idea brother, he was just here when I woke up."

Rodolphus froze as Harry began to stir in his arms. Delicate hands came up to rub his face and then startling green eyes slowly blinked open.

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Harry slowly came awake from one of the best sleeps he could ever remember having. He felt warm and safe and a part of him rebelled at the idea of waking up.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and slowly opened them to find himself face to face with a large muscular chest. He blinked in bemusement, why was he pressed against a chest? He gradually looked up until he made eye contact with dark brown eyes, not quite as dark as Snape's but the closest to it Harry had ever seen. He blinked once more and the chest he was pressed against rumbled with laughter. That seemed to be the jolt he needed to bring him back in to full awareness.

Rodolphus. He was in bed pressed up against Rodolphus.

Harry let out a squeak and, in his rush, to get away fell out of bed and landed heavily on the floor with a soft groan.

Rodolphus and Rabastan were at his side in a moment.

"Harry, are you alright?" Rabastan asked urgently, hands running down Harry's sides checking for injury. Harry just nodded; face still buried in the rug as he died of embarrassment.

Firm hands lifted him up and Harry's eyes flew open in surprise as he was carried over to his bed and placed gently on the covers.

"Are you OK little one?" Rodolphus asked lightly.

Harry took a deep breath and looked up to meet the concerned gaze.

"I'm fine, just a bruised ego" he said with a self-deprecating laugh. "It took me by surprise that's all, waking up in bed with you I mean."

"I'm not actually sure how that happened" Rodolphus explained.

"I'm pretty sure it was me" Harry said slowly. "I woke up during the night and couldn't sleep, I think my body knew you were both close by, so I just wandered over to you and climbed into bed. Ah… sorry about that by the way," Harry said flushing red again.

Here Rabastan and Rodolphus shared a smirk.

"Oh, you are welcome to join us in bed anytime you want little one, you never have to apologise for that." Rabastan said and Harry choked on a laugh at the implications.

"Noted."

Harry hesitated before speaking again.

"So… Yesterday must've come as quite a shock to you" the green-eyed boy began. "I know I'm probably not what you expected or even want in a soulmate, but I'm willing to give this a try if you are?"

Rabastan frowned at the words as well as the nervousness that laced them.

He moved to sit down beside Harry, he wanted to draw the younger into his arms but wasn't sure if they were quite ready for that.

"Harry," Rabastan started, but stopped when Harry refused to look at him. He gently reached out and gripped his chin turning it, so the pair were facing each other. "You may not have been what we expected but you are definitely what we want. Honestly I don't think either of us were expecting a soulmate but now that we have you we are never going to let you go, you are a gift from mother magic herself, and we intend to treat you that way." Green eyes gazed into brown and Rabastan was left gaping at the hope and longing that was shining through.

Rodolphus moved to sit on the other side of Harry, he had less hesitation about reaching out for Harry, perhaps because they had just woken up in each other's arms and pulled the teen into a gentle embrace. Harry froze at the movement at first but quickly relaxed into the hug. The large lonely hole inside of him slowly filling as he lay with is soul mates. He sighed in contentedness; nothing had ever felt so right.

"We may not know you very well at the moment Harry, but I know that once we do, we will love you with all our hearts. Not just because of the soul bond but because of who you are as a person."

Harry's breath hitched at the words, to be truly wanted and loved was what he longed for most in the world. He supposed that's what happens what you grow up in a home where you are constantly told and shown that you are unwanted and unloved. The thought of finding that happiness leaves him feeling giddy. He tries to rein in his happiness. It's still early days yet and he knows that it will take time for all of them to develop genuine feelings, that's if it ever happens, but it warmed him to know that Rabastan and Rodolphus were open to the idea of having a real relationship between them. He wasn't naïve to think that things would be easy, there was still Voldemort, Bellatrix, Dumbledore, his friends, as well as this bloody war to deal with, but for the moment he was going to enjoy what happiness he could get.

Rodolphus leaned close and pressed a gentle kiss to Harry's temple. The dark-haired teen flushed brilliantly and Rodolphus practically cooed at the adorable image in front of him. Harry smiled up at him shyly before turning to glance at Rabastan and beckon him closer.

Rabastan looked like all his Christmas's had come at once and slowly climbed on the bed, situating himself on Harry's other side. He gently took Harrys hand in his own, running his thumb soothingly over the back of the teens hand.