Once Thomas, Severus, and Harrison were officially betrothed, it was not uncommon for the three of them to be seen out even more regularly than when they were courting. The extended curfew hours enabled them to visit places that had previously been barred to them, as even with near instantaneous travel, some places were just not in the right time zones.
That is why, one sunny Saturday in September, Severus had left Hogwarts to join his intendeds in Leisure Alley for some relaxation, food, and fun. They spent considerable time over their lunch at a smallish restaurant Thomas knew with fantastic Italian food discussing their upcoming bonding. They decided to bond on Yule to take advantage of the natural spike in magic. There would be no issues for Severus teaching since Hogwarts would not be in session, and Thomas, though he was more involved in politics than he had been previously, was also available since there were no meetings or anything ministry related scheduled over the holiday.
With that in mind they quickly settled on black, silver, and emerald green for their bonding colors. Severus would never wear anything but black, but they had convinced him that emerald waistcoats and some tasteful silver accents would be a subtle difference, but appropriate for the occasion. His lips curled, but he agreed in the end.
They also decided on a rather small ceremony. Severus had only the Malfoys, Harrison had an unholy fear of large crowds and possible reporters at his bonding, and Thomas had seen the wisdom, and social and political intelligence, of making their vows an exclusive event. They were just finishing their dessert and tea when a commotion alerted them to events occurring outside the restaurant.
The small ristorante they had been pleasantly ensconced in was down a small side alley so they quickly paid their bill and made haste to the main thoroughfare. The sight that met their astonished eyes was shocking. Ronald Weasley, now sporting greasy, tangled, and long red hair and tattered Azkaban Prison robes, had a wild look in his eyes and was shouting about traitors and snakes, brandishing a wand Harrison knew was not his. Harrison rolled his eyes at the scene, and flanked by both older men, made his way toward the front of the gathering crowd.
He wondered for a moment if his erstwhile friend would even recognize him. He had only been in Azkaban for just under a year, and he must've escaped recently as there had been no warnings, alerts, or publicity surrounding an escape. But a year with dementors could do Merlin-knows-what to an unstable mind, and Ronald had never been the most intelligent. Harrison wasn't even certain he had been sane near the end. He couldn't imagine attacking anyone over their house in school the same way the red-headed teen had attacked him.
Harrison was watching the haggard teen closely. Azkaban had clearly not been kind. He was thin, almost gaunt, and Harrison nearly snickered at the thought, but restrained himself when the teen, who now looked like a much older man, caught his eyes and his ranting stopped.
"YOU!" the scratchy voice rang out. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" A shaking hand was pointed in Harrison's direction.
Harrison took a deep breath and began speaking in a calm voice, "Ron, this isn't necessary."
"Isn't necessary?" The red-head questioned. "ISN'T NECESSARY? I'll tell you what isn't necessary! It isn't necessary to throw away six years of friendship and family to hang out with a bunch of snakes.
It isn't necessary to send a sixteen-year-old girl and a seventeen-year-old boy to Azkaban for an accident. It isn't necessary to condemn a friend to the horrors of prison. And it certainly isn't necessary to hide behind your snake lovers instead of facing me yourself!" he screamed, panting.
"Ron, I didn't do any of that," Harrison started speaking again in that same calm tone, trying to keep the red-head from doing something more drastic that he already had by breaking out of Azkaban. "You were the one who left me over my resorting. You were the one who tossed me aside. You told me you would never be family with a Slytherin. And you were the one who decided to attack me, nearly causing my death. I didn't send you to Azkaban, Ron, the Wizengamot did because you and Ginny tried to kill me. You confessed under veritaserum, Ron. And I'm certainly not hiding behind Thomas and Severus, I'm standing here talking to you, aren't I?"
"LIES!" The clearly deranged man yelled. "LIES! You did something to me to make me confess, I know it. I wouldn't have otherwise. And you don't have the balls to face me without them. You're a coward, Harry. I see them, hovering there with you. You can't take me down after what you did. You deserve to be in Azkaban, not me!"
The teen's ramblings were getting more and more absurd. Severus whispered to Harrison that he had sent a patronus for the aurors. Thomas gripped the smaller teen's shoulder comfortingly, offering support.
"You didn't think I could do it!" Ron was still screaming to anyone who would listen. "But I got out of Azkaban, I got out the same way Sirius Black did. You didn't think I could be an animagus, but I did it. I transformed, and I got out. I got out to rid the world of your taint, Harry. Your stench. I will purge the wizarding world of your memory and then everything will be like it was before!"
Thomas drew his wand and stepped forward and addressed the delusional teen, "Put the wand down, Ronald. No one needs to get hurt today."
Ronald's eyes wheeled around, unable to focus on the source of the voice so close to Harry. Severus drew his wand as well and began nonverbally casting shields around the three of them and as many by-standers as he could.
"You're not Harry," Ron's voice had dropped down from yelling, but was still plenty loud. "I know you, I've seen your eyes. YOU'RE - YOU'RE YOU-KNOW-WHO!" he was yelling again by the end.
Shrieks went around the crowd at the teen's words. Thomas sighed. He didn't even use his Voldemort form with his followers anymore, and had given up the mindless killing and plundering. Pushing power into his voice, he addressed the teen again, "I am not Voldemort," squeaks went through the crowd at the name, "and you are causing a problem. Put down the wand and we will see to it that you are not further punished for your mental issues."
"I'M NOT MENTAL!" Ron screamed. "You're You-Know-Who. You want to take over the world. You're ruining Dumbledore's work. You want to destroy the wizarding world!"
Murmurs were running through the crowd now. Even though the teen had clearly lost mental function during his time in prison, people were listening. The sheep really were stupid sometimes.
"I will only repeat this once, Mr. Weasley," Thomas spoke clearly, voice pitched to carry without shouting. "I am a politician, and I am the Lord of the Houses of Gaunt and Slytherin through Magic, but I am NOT Lord Voldemort."
Shudders and squeaks went through the crowd for the third time at the sound of the name. Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, willing away the building headache. Pops were heard as a number of aurors appeared in the alley, surrounding the group and ordering by-standers to the side as they tried to get to the escapee.
Ron saw the uniforms and realized that he was about to be captured and returned to Azkaban. Desperation fueled him and he started casting. Jets of red and yellow and white were released one after the other from the tip of his stolen wand. He would do anything to stay out of prison, anything. The shields Severus placed rippled at the impact of the spells, but held. Unfortunately he'd been unable to shield everyone, and soon enough a curious gawker was struck by a jet of red light and went down hard.
The Aurors were trying to get the uninvolved out of the way, shielding as best they could while also trying to take him down. Most of the onlookers were running for safety, but some had drawn their wands and joined in the fight. It appeared many of them were political opponents of Thomas' as far as he could tell. Though he didn't recognize all the faces, he saw the family features of several prominent light families who had been pushing back against all his proposed legislation.
The situation was deteriorating quickly. The anti-apparition wards erected to prevent Ron from escaping were also hindering the efforts of the aurors to get the bystanders to safety. Shocked silence rippled through the growing chaos of the situation when the venerable old headmaster himself stepped from the public floo connection and into the fray. He attempted, in the silent lull, to speak with the affected teen, trying to get him to stop attacking others and put his wand down.
Ron's eyes were darting all over the place, he briefly locked onto the bright green robes Dumbledore was wearing, but seemed unable to completely recognize that the man was there and speaking to him. He paused in his manic casting for the few seconds he was distracted by the neon green robes, and then began casting at a feverish pace once more.
The noise level ratcheted back up and the three men were more concerned with protecting themselves from the onslaught of spells cast by the red-head and the various people who had joined in the confrontation, than on anything else. Lost in the haze of ducking, weaving, casting, dodging, and rolling, it was not immediately apparent when the reason for the fighting disappeared. In fact it took almost ten minutes for all those involved to realize that the vividly red hair of Ronald Weasley was no longer moving around the alley, but rather, laid on the ground, the blue eyes dull and lifeless.
As people finally started to be restrained by the aurors and the furor of battle subsided, the injuries and casualties of the impromptu fight were discovered. Not only was Ron killed, nobody knew by whom, but also Dumbledore, and five others who had joined in the fighting. Ten people were sent to St. Mungo's for treatment of their injuries and Severus assisted several others with potions for less severe issues. After giving their statements, the three were released back to their day, the mood of their date shattered, and spirits low after the fight.
Giving up on continuing their date, the three men returned to Thomas' home to relax. They all got cleaned up, showering in separate bathrooms for the sake of time and tiredness. Though it was early afternoon, when they retired to the small sitting room, after having a drink to those who lost their lives that day, one by one, they all fell asleep.
A few hours later, one of Thomas' house elves popped in to wake them, and call them to dinner. They sleepily entered the dining room, and all perked up a bit with the tantalizing scents drifting from the food. Some time to eat and engage in light conversation worked wonders and all three men were in better spirits when the meal ended.
Before they could adjourn to one of the sitting rooms after dinner, Harrison brought up a topic he had been thinking about since they saw Dumbledore dead.
"Thomas, your political plans should move forward a bit more now," he said, sipping from his water goblet.
"It is always unfortunate to lose wizarding life, but I cannot say I am displeased by the outcome of today's events," Thomas returned. "The man who sentenced all of us to unloving homes, emotional and physical abuse is no more. No more will a child have to fear their home. I will move forward with my plans for wizarding children, and there will be no Dumbledore to stand in my way."
Severus didn't say anything, but the other two could clearly see the satisfaction in his eyes. They had discussed Thomas' plans for the muggle born and muggle raised. He intended to expand the Division of Child Welfare and improve the means by which the DMLE tracked and monitored young wizarding children. He was in complete agreement with Harrison's stance on the loss of magical children due to lower power levels and was personally researching the current tracking methods, and how they might be improved.
They talked over the new developments which were sure to come with Dumbledore no longer being in power, and the energy and excitement radiating from their young courted was infectious. The two older men were drawn closer and closer to him both mentally, magically, and physically. Harrison squeaked when the two men lifted him bodily from the couch he had been reclining on, only to carry him gently to Thomas' room where he was deposited on the very large, very comfortable bed.
When asked if he had any ideas for their love-making, Harrison turned a bit shy, and his cheeks were flooded with color. The two men smirked, clearly their little submissive did indeed have an idea for them.
"What is it that you want, love?" Thomas asked the flushed teen.
"Wnatkmrtnta," Harrison mumbled, face heating even further.
"What was that, Harrison, we couldn't hear you?" Severus asked, moving closer to the boy.
"I want to take amortentia," Harrison spoke up enough for both men to hear.
Thomas paled dramatically, "No. Absolutely not," he said rather harshly.
Harrison blinked at the vehemence of his reply. "But, Thomas-"
Thomas cut him off, "I refuse to let you ingest that foul potion."
"But I've heard it's really good for one's partner!" Harrison managed to get a full sentence out.
"Yes, and did you also hear that it completely removes your ability to say no?" Thomas growled. "That it removes your will and replaces it with the will of the person it's keyed to? That you would do anything either of us asked without any thought to your own mental or physical well being? It's rape, and I will not let you take it." Thomas said with finality.
Severus looked a bit intrigued, and Harrison was pouting.
"I know all that," Harrison said glumly. "I wanted to know what it felt like, see if it was like the imperius and if I could negate the effects myself. I wanted to try it with people I trust to not take advantage of me."
Thomas was still looking away from Harrison, unwilling to put his beloved through such a thing.
"He makes a valid point, Thomas," Severus said softly. The red-eyed man spun around and pinned his erstwhile follower with an angry stare. "He has a point about the imperious. There have been no studies of anything like that since so few are able to actively resist the imperius when cast by a competent wizard. He is a very well known public figure, and it might behoove us to know what he is like under the effects of the potion in the event something slips by us and he winds up dosed."
"I trust you two," Harrison said quickly, turning pleading green eyes to the eldest, who was wavering under the calm onslaught of cool logic from the potion master. "I'd rather try it with you two, and enjoy myself if I can't throw off the effects, or be with you two to find out if I can."
Thomas heaved a great sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, "You're going to badger me about it until I acquiesce, aren't you?"
Harrison nodded brightly, a smile overtaking his features.
"Fine," Thomas said in a pinched voice. "You can take it."
"If we're going to allow him to take something like that, may I suggest we also take a potion," Severus asked obliquely.
"I'm listening," Thomas said, knowing that any time Severus had an idea for a potion, it was usually to all of their enjoyment. Harrison nodded as well.
"If he's going to potentially be subject to our will, perhaps we should ensure we can last through his amorous advances for the entirety of the time he is under the effect of the amortentia? I suggest Sexcess. If we give Harrison a quarter dose of amortentia keyed to both of us, and we each take a half dose of Sexess, we should all feel the effects for approximately six hours," the dark-eyed man pseudo-lectured. "We'll give Harrison a short term lust potion to make sure he's ready immediately, because Sexcess is extremely potent, and other than that, agree that we do nothing new, only things we've all previously consented to."
"Sounds fair to me," Harrison said with a shrug, already getting turned on at the thought of being with the two men soon.
Thomas thought for a moment and then agreed. Severus pulled a bottle of brilliantly pink potion from the depths of his robes, and Thomas raised an inquiring eyebrow toward the man. Severus ignored it, pulling a needle from another pocket, popping open the vial and allowing a drop of his blood to fall into the potion. He handed the needle to Thomas, who also put in a drop and when Severus recapped the potion and swirled it gently, the color faded to a rather attractive blue. He handed the now blue potion to Harrison and pulled three more vials from his robes, two of which were identical. He handed one of the identical potions to Thomas, keeping the other for himself, and handed the smaller bottle to Harrison.
"You'll take the lust potion first, wait 30 seconds and take the amortentia. The lust potion will kick in approximately two minutes after the amortentia, which will be nearly instantaneous," Severus explained what to do. "We will take the Sexcess at the same time Harrison takes the lust potion," He said, looking at Thomas. "Any questions? No? Harrison, the lust potion, Thomas, the Sexcess...3...2...1...Drink!"
All three downed their potions and Harrison started counting down from 30 as soon as he finished the first potion. When he hit one, he tipped the amortentia down his throat and swallowed. His eyes glazed over, uncaring of his surroundings. Severus and Thomas stepped closer to him to be ready when the lust potion kicked in as well.
Severus started kissing the teen without even waiting to see if either of the potions worked. Harrison was like a fire in his arms, wanton moans pouring from his parted lips, skin nearly burning to the touch. When Severus released him, it was clear the lust potion was in effect because he was trying to tear off his clothes, but his arousal was so great, he was making next to no headway. Thomas stepped closer and began removing their little one's clothes, peppering the exposed skin with kisses while Harrison pleaded for the two of them to touch him.
Harrison was certain he was going to combust. He was so hot. Thomas and Severus were there, touching him and kissing him, but it wasn't enough! He wanted their skin, he wanted their love. Unbeknownst to Harrison, he was verbalizing all his thoughts, and the pleas for their touch, lips, and cocks were quickly stripping the men of any restraint. Finally naked, Harrison waved a hand, wandlessly removing both the others' clothes with a thought. Both Thomas and Severus gaped at this display, Harrison was extremely powerful.
Finally laying naked on the bed, surrounded by his lovers, Harrison was begging and writhing for their touch. The two men were tormenting him with kisses, Thomas had taken over Severus' place at the teen's lips, and Severus was now kissing all over his body. The lust potion had perhaps worked too well, and Harrison came with a silent cry only a few minutes into their play.
Severus pulled away. "Harrison, you came without permission," he said in his teacher-voice, knowing what it did to the teen.
Harrison sniffed as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't believe he had disappointed his loves. He only wanted to please them. He had to be with them, he loved them, they weren't supposed to be angry at him, what was he supposed to do?
Again, all his thoughts were spoken aloud, and Severus and Thomas exchanged pleased smiles. Their little love would be unable to hide anything he felt during this session.
"Come over here," Severus ordered the teen.
Harrison quickly scrambled over to Severus. The man had shifted to the edge of the bed, placing both feet on the floor, with his legs spread wide.
"Bend over my legs, Harrison," the deep voice commanded.
Harrison was quick to comply, he only wanted to please his loves.
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Sated from the long hours of sex and the inventive wake up call, the three men slowly got up and made their way to their respective rooms for showers and changes of clothes. It was Sunday, but Thomas had meetings with some key members of the Wizengamot to discuss strategy, and with the loss of Dumbledore, there was sure to be even more to go over.