Harry woke the next day feeling like his back had been snapped in half. He moved and a sharp pain flared in a place he didn't even realize could hurt like that. He was warm though, that had to be something. He was wrapped around Bucky and Steve was flush behind him. He somehow extricated himself and got dressed. He had to go met Chen. He couldn't fuck around and not meet him. He pulled some kind of Danish out of the bag Dobby left and replicated it. He grabbed one and left a huge pile for Bucky and Steve and snuck quietly out the door. The chill was better than a shower. He raced to his set up and tried to ignore his freezing limbs and back pain. He made it to the building and Chen was waiting on him. He smiled and directed him to the basement and his setup. Chen took it all in including his half set up potions lab.

"I'm doing this to repay an old debt."

Harry nodded and bent slightly.

"I expect you to do as I tell you and if you do not, I will walk away. No second chances."

Harry nodded again. Chen's wand was in his hand before Harry could blink. Harry dodged the first stunner and was running. He didn't fight back only used shield spells for the ones he couldn't miss. Chen said nothing just continued to throw spell after spell. Harry moved like a madman until Chen finally dropped his wand.

"Now, I know what I will need to work with you on."

He moved to the potions table.

"I expect you to run at least six miles a day. You can do that here. You will need to improve your stamina. I will meet you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for training. I expect you to study defensive and offensive spells on the days we don't train. Sundays you may do as you wish."

Harry nodded and bowed as Chen left the room. Harry laid on the floor to catch his breath. What the hell had he just got himself into, six miles? He was dead or going to wish he was. He stood after his breathing leveled out. It was Saturday. He wanted to go back to the apartment. He'd start training tomorrow and then start on the books. He bundled back up and walked to the apartment. Winter in New York was beautiful. He watched the snow drip steadily down pulling a blanket on the city. He smiled as he walked back slowly.

He walked into the apartment in chaos. Steve and Bucky were running around the kitchen. Bucky was trying to clean as Steve cooked. Harry sniffed the air and ran for the bathroom. Steve and Bucky noticed him as he moved passed them. They both froze. They'd been going crazy since they woke up alone. Harry was so exhausted and needing a bath he had no idea of their feelings. Harry filled the tub and began to fill the house with heating charms. The room began to heat as the tub filled and his goose bumps retreated. He slid inside and relaxed. He could feel the bruises already beginning to form. He was so tired. It was only going to get worse. He heard a faint knock.

"Come in."

Bucky came into the room and Harry leaned over smiling. Bucky dropped to the floor beside the tub and grinned.

"We were worried when you left."

Harry moved looking at him closer. "I forgot I had to meet someone. If I missed the meeting, I could not have rescheduled."

Bucky nodded. Harry warmed the water again. He leaned over the edge and pulled at Bucky's shirt. "Join me."

Bucky grinned. "As much as I want to, Steve would kill us both he made dinner."

Harry pulled the plug and stood. He ignored the way Bucky's eyes trailed him as he dressed. He walked out to the table and sat down. Bucky and Steve were having a silent conversation between them that only people who'd grown up together could have. He smiled. He closed his eyes for a second and thought of Ron and Hermione. He'd felt that close to them once. Dumbledore had pushed him so far into a corner he no longer trusted the people he thought he always would.

Harry startled when he felt someone touch his hand over the table. "Harry?"

Harry smiled up at Steve.

"Sorry. I lost myself for a second. I was thinking about my friends."

Steve looked at him giving him a small smile. "I bet they are missing you."

Harry shook his head and looked away from the two men staring at him. "No. I don't think they are."

Bucky and Steve exchanged a glance but Harry was looking at the wall then shook himself out of it. "I'm happy here."

Bucky snorted. Harry laughed.

"Yea?"

Harry and Steve blushed.

"Just so you know. Um… I've never done that before or thought to with anyone else. I've only kissed one person before this and it was a girl."

Bucky and Steve's shock was amusing. "What made you...?"

He turned to Bucky to answer. "This is the first time I've ever felt safe. You both make me feel safe. I feel like I'm home."

Steve smiled as Harry turned to him. Harry lowered his eyes shyly. "You don't regret it?"

He heard two snorts. Harry looked up to the two of them smirking like a cat that had got to much cream. Harry smiled and lowered his eyes again.

Bucky laughed. "I don't see how you can be so shy after last night. You have quite a mouth on you."

Harry groaned and face planted on the table. Steve laughed and got up getting them bowls of soup and a couple slices of bread.

Bucky was still snickering when Harry leaned up and began to eat. Steve smiled to him and Harry grinned back at him. "It was my first too."

Harry leaned over and kissed him slow and lazy listening to Steve's breath hitch then stopped when he heard the first whimper against his lips.

Bucky had moved and was an inch from him when he pulled away. Harry waited watching him. He moved like a snake fast and with purpose. Harry barely had time to breathe before he was engulfed in heat and fire. He felt like he would engulf and burn through the chair. He moaned and felt his body collapse against the arms holding him up.

"Fuck."

Bucky laughed softly against his mouth. "There is that mouth again."

Harry looked up at him and almost snarled. Arse did that on purpose. Harry pulled out of his arms and went back to his soup. His eyes were drooping before he finished. He felt strong arms wrap him up and take him to sleep. He was so tired he couldn't pull his eyes open but wasn't fully asleep. He lay listening to Bucky's and Steve's voices as they spoke and laughed as Steve's pencil scratched over the paper.

He woke before Bucky. Harry slid out of bed and quietly dug through his clothes. He found an old pair of boxers. He knew he wasn't going to be able to run in long pants. He sat them on the table and dressed quickly heading out before he woke the sleeping men. He made it down the street and into the abandon building without any issues. He walked slowly to his make shift training room.

He automatically began to heat up the room with charms. Once he was done with that, he switched his boots to the trainers he'd left here and switched his clothes for shorts. Harry looked around the room and groaned, six miles. Today was Sunday and supposed to be his off day but since he messed around yesterday he didn't want Chen to think he wasn't taking his offer to train him seriously.

Harry started slow and by the time he made it to the six mile mark he was kind of crawling. He had to do this every day? How was he even going to walk home? Harry groaned and pulled himself off the floor and wobbled to the potions table. He stood gripping the side before he took off his shorts and changed back into his clothes.

He pulled out the first book he received from the vault and began to read. He didn't think his body would do more than read at this point.

He made notes and placed them in the book as he went most of these potions he would never need. He looked at the ones that helped with healing and could cause damage if thrown at others. He also looked for ones that would break curses or block them. He found several to mark then tried to stand on his feet. His body almost gave out. He laughed. It was that or cry.

He walked slowly back home. When he made it through the door, Bucky and Steve were sitting at the table looking at Steve's sketchbook.

Harry grinned and smiled on his way to the bathtub. Bucky joined him as he slid in the water. Harry moved so he could slide in the tub with him. Bucky joined him as Steve moved in the room and began his banter with Bucky.

Harry relaxed leaning back and listened to them bicker as Steve drew them in his sketchbook. He wondered how he was going to leave them. He already wanted to stay.

The next few months went by quickly as winter turned into spring. Steve got his old job back at the paper drawing and Bucky worked at the docks with sporadic days off. Harry kept up with his training and tried to spend all his moments not training with the two men. It felt like they all had different lives but when they met back up in the small flat they were happy and together.

Chen had become a slave driver. He was the bane to Harry's happiness here. Harry loathed and loved him. He'd driven Harry to every extreme. The running had done its purpose. Harry's stamina had improved. He could function running now and had been moved up to ten miles a day which was ridicules in Harry's opinion but he refused to not follow every order given to him. He'd also been hit but so many hexes and curses, it was becoming normal to come home covered in bruises and broken bones. Bucky and Steve would exchange looks but refused to comment about it. Harry was getting the feeling that wasn't going to last for long. They had grown accustom to his falling asleep at night but every Sunday, Harry would stay home and spend the day with them. If they had to work, he would have dinner waiting and they would make sure they spent the nights huddled together.

It was the safest and most loved Harry had ever felt.

It was the beginning of March when they went on their first trip to Coney Island. Harry had taken his camera and snapped pictures the entire day. He took pictures of the rides, the beach and most importantly of the two men he wished he would never have to leave. It was strange to be around them and not be able to touch them. Sexuality was so not as it was in his time. It was so frowned upon that he'd been warned that they could be arrested or killed if it was discovered. Harry had understood but at the same time he was so confused and angered by it. How could anyone think to do that to others, be so bigoted, but then he thought of the wizarding world and their hatred and insanity of views of blood and thought was it any different?

They walked back to their apartment that night and Harry hid his camera in his trunk before he moved back to the table. The bed had been moved back into the bedroom weeks ago as the snow began to leave.

Harry watched as Steve walked into the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and moved to follow Steve. He smirked at Bucky as he moved to the bedroom. Bucky rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.

Steve was changing as Harry whipped him around pushed him on the bed. Steve fell back with a huff and glared up at him. Steve hated being man handled and hated being the smallest one of them. Harry only smirked as he pushed his legs open and slid in between them and moved down pushing his shirt up. Steve released a breath as Harry began to take small bites out of his abs and moved up tracing his ribs with his tongue. He felt Bucky move into the room and watch them.

Steve mewled as Harry moved to unfasten his pants then moved kissing his way down. He looked up seeing Steve's eyes blown open as he began to pull down his clothes and mouth at his growing erection. Bucky moved to them bypassing Harry and moved taking Steve's mouth. Harry just grinned and took Steve into his mouth.

Steve moaned into Bucky as Harry began to work Steve over. Bucky moved back to watch as he undressed. Steve arched back his hands sliding into Harry's hair as Harry ripped off his shirt then moved up Steve's chest taking his mouth. He moaned against Steve as Bucky moved back to them and stripped Harry.

Harry heard the lid of the jar being removed and slid his hand back. Bucky moved the jar to let him dip his fingers inside and he moved back looking down at Steve. Up to now, they had only penetrated Harry. Harry held his fingers in front of Steve. Steve looked at him then nodded. Harry moved taking his mouth as his hand ran down his body slowing going to his spread cheeks.

He felt Steve breath puff against his mouth as Harry began to run circles over his quivering entrance. He pulled back looking at Steve's lust blown eyes. The pupils were so big it left only a small ring of blue looking back at him.

"Are you sure?"

Steve nodded and arched his back so Harry's finger slid inside. Steve flinched as Harry groaned. It was hot and as smooth as silk. He bit his lip and began to slowly tease his entrance. He was so lost in the sensations of his fingers, he bucked thrusting into Steve as Bucky slammed two slick fingers into him.

"Fuck… fuck… Bucky."

Harry could barely hang on to reality as Bucky slammed into him hard and fast hitting his prostate without mercy. His other hand moved joining Harry's and Bucky found Steve's prostate. Steve arched and began to mewl his head shaking back and forth as he tried to not to scream. His hand lifted to his mouth and Harry watched as he bit into his hand. Merlin, Bucky was ruthless.

"Harry please…"

Harry nodded and pulled his hand away and used the stretching and lubricating spell on Steve. He watched him shiver and moved lining himself up. Bucky, still being Bucky, didn't relent as he pounded his fingers inside Harry. Harry moved slowly sliding inside. He thought his mind was going to explode. Bucky slid his fingers out of Harry and watched.

It was one thing having someone inside him but to feel that tight heat enveloping him. He held still trying not to burst. Harry moved back slowly so only his head was inside Steve.

Steve was making the sexiest noises. It was hard to concentrate. Harry moved to slide back in slowly when Bucky slammed into him. Harry screamed and slammed into Steve. Steve arched and Harry slammed back into Bucky taking him deeper. Harry's eyes rolled in the back of his head and Bucky reached down holding him up. They all stood still as Harry tried to get a grip from being filled. Bucky moved pulling out and slammed back into him. His movements caused Harry to force himself deeper in Steve. Steve whimpered and began to move arching himself up.

"Fuck… fuck…" Harry whimpered and moved with them. "I can't… too much… so tight… fuck."

Harry bucked slamming himself back impaling himself then sunk into the tight heat in front of him. Both men moved with him until he could get used to the sensations. He whimpered as he drove himself back pushing against Bucky then slamming himself into Steve.

Bucky moved jerking Harry up so he was flush against his chest. Harry's head fell against his shoulder as Bucky slammed into him at a frightening pace. Harry could do nothing but hang on as Steve was rewarded with the same treatment. Bucky moved his arm around Harry and grabbed Steve. Steve bit into his hand harder as ropes of cum splashed against his chest. Steve's walls clamped down against Harry and he fell forward emptying himself in Steve and sending Bucky into a God like pace before he filled Harry to the brim.

Bucky pulled out slowly and slapped Harry on the ass as he moved away. Harry leaned up and growled at him. "Arsehole."

Bucky and Steve snickered as Harry slowly pulled himself off Steve. He collapsed sideways on the bed. Bucky left them to go get a washcloth to clean them. Harry flipped him off as he came back to clean them. Bucky only smirked and cleaned them then moved them so they could all lay down.

"I hate you."

Bucky curled up against his back. "No, you don't."

Harry snarled and wrapped himself around Steve. "I don't hate Steve."

Bucky snorted. "Stevie's mine."

Harry just curled around Steve more and elbowed Bucky in the ribs. Steve grinned at their antics and pulled the blankets up around them all.

They were all quiet for a long time. Steve was running his fingers through Harry's hair and they could hear the familiar sounds of the city around them.

"Harry, what was it like growing up in England?"

Harry stiffened and both men felt it. Steve looked over to Bucky above Harry's head.

"I…"

Steve backtracked. "You don't have to tell us."

"I lived with my aunt and her family. She hates me."

Steve met Bucky's eyes again this time his look was hard. "How can anyone hate you?"

"My mother and my aunt didn't get along. My parents were killed when I was still a baby. They are the only blood relatives I have so I was sent to them…" Harry's voice began to shake and he wrapped himself around Steve and made his voice harden. "I was told they died because my father was a drunk and they treated me like a slave. I didn't even know my name until I went to primary school and was told by my teacher. That's why I have to wait until I'm older to go back. I won't let them take me back there."

Bucky and Steve's eyes were both slit with rage. Steve calmed his voice when he spoke. "You never have to go back there. You can stay with us."

Harry stayed quiet for a long time. Bucky and Steve were exchanging looks. "I have to go back."

"Harry." Bucky spoke quietly. "Why?"

Harry leaned back so he could look up at the ceiling. A huge crack was above them with the mismatched paint.

"I have a responsibility to my parents and to others. If I was to abandon that, I… I can't talk about it. But… I love you both." He felt them both flinch and he couldn't look at them. "I want you both to know that now, while I'm here, it is the only time I have ever felt loved and safe."

They wrapped around him and he closed his eyes.

"I love you." It was spoken in unison and Harry smiled and fell asleep.