Author's Note: Warning, this story will eventually be an all-male triad and mpreg, if that's not your cup of tea hit the back button, otherwise enjoy!
"Find Arabella Fig," Tom ordered with a drawl. "She lives near Harry. Find her, and you will find him. Look for the park."
Harry blinked. Huh, that was the first time he'd had one of those out of focus moments when he was awake, well, sort of. He glanced around the wilted park but couldn't bring himself to move. It was too hot – and besides, did he really believe that what he had just seen was true?