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September 12, 1999

Friday

"Flora? Hestia?" Harry called after he righted himself from the Floo, his eyes scanning the room and finding neither woman. "You're both here, aren't you?"

One second… two seconds… three seconds, on and on time seemed to pass until the far door between two pillars of marble opened, revealing one of the sisters. "We're always here."

"We can't leave even if we want to," Came a voice from right behind him, the other sister; he shouldn't have jolted as he did, but one could never quite get used to… well, them.

Harry moved to the left so that he could see the two of them together rather than having one of them behind him. Once he could see Flora — or Hestia — move further into the room and the other girl come out from her spot behind him, he spoke. "Why can't you leave your home? Is there another artefact you've kept hidden?"

"Of course not," Fl- Hestia responded, she was the one that typically wore her hair up more often than not in recent times.

"We told you everything," Flora added. "There's no true reason we can't leave, but,"

"That we're not welcome in most establishments on account of our familial name," Hestia finished as the two met up in the centre of the room and advanced on him together, as was usual of the pair.

"I can fix that, I'll put out a piece about the two of you and make sure the work we've done is known to the general public. Once we've shown everybody what you turned in and how helpful you were, much of the general public will think better of you," Harry meant every word and smiled at the pair when he finished, hoping they'd listen to his suggestion.

If their parents can trust me with them and if they honestly were half as surprised as they seemed to be, then the least I can do is help their daughters instead of solely dating, uh, both of them.

Hestia and Flora kept their eyes on Harry, but they stopped moving as their gazes turned sharp.

"Our Senior Auror is very sweet."

"He is. I'd like to kiss him."

The first turned to look at the second, the sharp look now calculating as she looked at her sister. "That wasn't what we agreed upon."

The second sister shrugged, her eyes still on Harry. "We meant to have you play a game," she explained as she once again started towards him. "In Hogwarts, you played many of them with your friends, Ronald Weasley especially."

"You weren't supposed to tell him that, he'll think we were watching him," Chided the other girl even as they finally reached him, their four hands working his jacket off with haste as they urged him to the couch.

Not more than a few seconds later and the trio were seated on the always comfortable piece of furniture. Harry had one Carrow twin on either side of them, both now wore their hair up and their expressions, even whilst brushing, were emotionless.

"What sort of game?" Harry got out as he brought an arm up tentatively around each of them, still very much struggling with the idea of two witches, especially beautiful, unique ones such as the two he currently had beside him. "Why is your hair suddenly up… Flora?"

Flora turned to Hestia, Hestia turned to Flora and in sync, the two turned back to him.

"We're dressed the same, we look the same," said Flora.

Hestia continued, her head cocked to one side as her voice dropped ever so slightly in audibility. "Do you think you told us apart correctly, Harry?"

"We'd be very impressed, if so," finished Flora with a single firm nod.

Harry looked between the two; they had worn the exact same clothes, adorned with the same jewellery and used the same colour makeup on their faces. Perhaps they'd even swapped hairstyles to trick him, but something about the two seemed distinctly different after over a month of intimate relations.

"I do," he said.

"Oh dear, did you hear that?" Came another voice, this one from behind the trio seated on the couch and distinctly matron-sounding.

A man's voice answered the woman. "I did," Flora and Hestia's father said. "I'll have to have a private conversation with him, propriety and tradition demand it."

Flora and Hestia looked at him in sync again, and then they spoke in tandem, unsurprisingly. "You have to be careful around girls like us, Senior Auror. If you're not, there'll be an endless supply of requests that see you visiting."

One continued alone, Flora, "I do hope you aren't too frightened, we wouldn't truly trick you into marriage."

"Not quite yet," Hestia agreed with a singular nod, her eyes still staring into his unblinkingly. "For a moment, undoubtedly you thought back to when you could have arrested us. It would've been very interesting, Senior Auror."

Harry let his head fall back; these two girls would be his death.

September 19, 1999

Saturday

"Is that how you'll dress for the evening, Harry?" Flora asked him curiously, her head cocked to the side as Hestia went to his other side, her hands picking at a very small piece of errant thread that had gotten loose during the duration of his dressing.

"It's handsome," Hestia said.

Flora nodded. "He always is."

"The awkwardness he had during our fourth year was the most enjoyable and the best he had looked up until now," Hestia added before she turned her eyes on him, a playful look on her face as Flora pressed into his other side.

"You know, I would think the two of you were watching me far more and far longer than you've ever owned up to," Harry said as he adjusted the collar of his shirt, the thing feeling tight with the two women beside him.

The two sisters looked at one another and then they turned their eyes back to him in perfect sync, speaking equally in sync. "You could say we've had a crush on you for quite some time, but as we've said, we weren't placed in Gryffindor for a reason."

"Not all of us can be as brave as a lion," Flora said with Hestia picking up whence she left off, "But lions need their pride, and yours will begin with us should you want it to."

He swallowed and looked between the two, momentarily lost in their presence even without the incense they had used earlier in their… relationship. Truthfully, Harry wasn't sure what their bond or relationship truly was, but he knew it went beyond simple friendships even if they hadn't acted on any sort of physical affection; he had met their parents, he had been enthralled by their unique beauty and personality traits, yet they hadn't actually done anything thus far.

"He looks confused," Flora observed, her attention on her sister as she deftly began to pick at his shirt for any sign of imperfection.

"He doesn't like it when we speak about him as if he isn't here," Hestia admonished with a shake of her head, her eyes staying focused on his face. "Harry's probably thinking back to when we met, or how we spoke in Hogwarts. Our awkwardness is still spoken of today, don't you recall, sister?"

Flora nodded and moved to stand before Harry, her face filling up his vision. "Dinner with our parents will begin shortly, Harry."

"Mother and father are very excited to hold a real conversation with you," Hestia added as she moved behind him, her hands kneading his shoulders as Flora moved closer to him.

"They have much they'd like to speak with you about, but there's something we'd like to speak with you about before that should happen."

"It's very important, your reaction is too."

"Your reaction matters most of all to us — it's time, sister."

"It is," Flora… or was it Hestia, confirmed; his mind was distracted thanks to how fast they were speaking and the circling motion that they were making around his person. "You'll go first, our deal dictates it."

"What?" Harry got out dumbly, his mind was thoroughly confused as he looked over his shoulder to the one that had just spoken only for two small, soft hands to pull his head back to where it had been, and when he saw the girl before him, he had all of a second if even that before her lips were on his.

Her lips — Flora's. he thought in the back of his mind — were cold and tasted vaguely of fruit or something else that left a sweet taste in his mouth. She kissed as if she were an expert on that matter, her tongue slowly going back and forth against his lower lip while her hands caressed his face…but as quickly as it had happened, it was over. She had pulled back and rather than look at him, she looked over his shoulder.

"Was it as we expected it would be?"

"Better. You should try it, he won't mind — he's very warm, it'll make sleeping far more comfortable in the winter months."

Hestia nodded and tapped Harry politely on the shoulder. "If you'd please, mister Auror, I believe there's a cursed item in my mouth that you'll have to test for yourself."

As Harry made to turn around, now even more confused and unsure if that was a joke, Flora commented with an unimpressed click of her tongue. "Troll. That line is as abhorrent as I had told you it was. Dirty talk is meant to be more sensual or as the word implies, filthy."

"Wait," Harry finally said now that he was looking at Hestia. "You two don't need to talk dirty, play any games or anything else. I'm here without any Auror business, aren't I?"

"He has a point, sister."

"He does. It would appear as if he's as fond of our company as we are of his. Formalities are required."

At that, both sisters seemed to let out a sound of thought or agreement, and then Hestia, the one before him, spoke. "We would like to formally date you and beyond that, acknowledge the potential for a dual marriage should you be agreeable."

Harry felt his eyes open wider than he reckoned they ever had before, but he wasn't given the chance to speak. Not when he heard a feminine cough from the entrance to the dining room of their parent's home. All three young people turned towards the source of the noise and saw the Carrows girls' mother.

He thought she would be angry or upset, anything with how quickly this was all going since he had first met her daughters, but she seemed… well, she seemed as hard to read as her daughters. They had to get it from somewhere, he figured and based on the looks as well as their personalities, it was from their mother more so than their father.

"You will have to wait for your father and I to speak with your choice of a husband, daughters," she said, her eyes flickering between the girls before they went to Harry, scanning him from top to bottom. "Head Auror Potter. I express my thanks for your willingness to join us for a meal. Please, come with me so that you can speak with my husband whilst I speak with my girls."

Harry did so immediately even if the older woman had gotten his title wrong, and thus, the woman led him silently through her large home, neither Hestia nor Flora following after them so far as he could tell.

"Curiosity. You seem to like both of my girls equally, but that is something that would be unnatural in today's society," their mother said, speaking in much the same manner as they did. "Enlightenment. Please."

He swallowed as he fought the urge to have her say more, and swallowed again as he thought of how he could respond to the woman. Eventually, thankfully, the words came to him, albeit slowly. "Flora and Hestia are… I suppose unique is the first word that comes to mind, but it does them a disservice, I think. I've never met witches as smart, observant and kind as they seem to be."

Mrs Carrow laughed at his words and patted him lightly on the cheek, her eyes reflecting happiness even as her next words sliced through him. "My daughters had set their sights on you since their second year and since that point, our entire family knew you would one day fall into their hands. Had they failed to secure you with natural means or assistance from an aphrodisiac, I'm sure they would have put themselves at risk for a second attempt — bedroom."

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked, confused by her final word but she simply shook her head.

"My girls believe they're the only ones to master the disillusionment charm and forget whence they learned much of their knowledge," their mother said, not enlightening him any further as she pointed to the door that they had finally come to a stop at. "My husband is in his study. Enter and conversate."

Harry did just that, kissing the older woman's hand as he made to enter. He finally felt as if he was overcoming the curious case of the Carrows, but that came to a halt when her husband stood up from his seat, held out his arms and with a large smile, spoke to Harry in the first non-neutral tone he'd heard since he'd arrived.

"Welcome, lad, to Carrow Mansion — the first of three!"

This family never fails to surprise me.

"Thank you, sir," Harry said respectfully and with a dip of his head as he entered further into the room. "It's good seeing you and your wife again, you have my thanks for allowing me to visit and continue to spend time with your daughters."

Mister Carrow waved Harry's words off and gestured for the younger man to seat himself, not waiting to speak whilst Harry did just that. "Please, you're far too kind, Harry Potter. No family would ever deny themselves the pleasure of your company, least of all with their daughters. Truly, I could only hope you married one — my wife wishes you would marry both, they've never been separated and sometimes, we believe they were meant to be one person. They certainly act the part of one, don't they?"

Harry's initial reaction was to agree, but instead, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir, but respectfully I'd like to disagree… Flora and Hestia are very similar, but they each have their tells, I think. Flora seems to be slightly more physically affectionate and impatient, and Hestia seems as if she enjoys planning or thereabouts more so than her sister."

In response to Harry's words, Mister Carrow's face remained impassive… for all of a few seconds before it broke into an even wider smile than it had earlier been.

"Wonderful! Just wonderful!" the man exclaimed, clapping a few times before he leaned forward at his desk and examined Harry as if he were an especially interesting portion of the Prophet. "I'll take it."

Harry blinked a few times at that. "Take it?"

"Definitely. You're here to start the courtship process, aren't you?" Mister Carrow cocked his head much the same way the girls did, and Harry couldn't help but snort at that; they weren't completely made in the likeness of their mother after all.

"I suppose I am. But are you really certain you'd want me to date, uh, well…—" Harry paused and scratched at his head, unsure of how to say it politely. That pause lasted until the older man seemed about ready to prompt him, and so Harry finished whence he had left off. " — are you sure you and your wife want me to date the both of them, sir? It's not exactly common anymore and I wouldn't want their reputations to suffer for it."

Mister Carrow scoffed and waved his hands, unbothered by the words Harry had just spoken. "I care for their happiness far more than I care for the mutterings of the masses. You make them happier than I've seen them in a long time and short of mind magic, either on you by them or on them by me, nothing will see that stopped."

Harry nodded a few times to himself. His decision was made.

September 20, 1999

Saturday

"Hestia, Flora, I'm here," he called out as soon as he Floo'd into their home, only for a familiar smell and more familiar filling to begin to take root in the depths of his mind; they were burning incense again, the very same that they had used those few weeks ago.

Silence greeted him initially, but he didn't have to wait for very long. Within a minute, the twin shapes of Hestia and Flora entered through the large French doors, the pair with red cheeks and beautiful dresses adorning their figures.

"Hello, Head Auror Potter."

"Your promotion gift is ready."

"Very ready."

They spoke, one picking up where the other left off as they closed the distance to him. "You didn't have to get me anything for my promotion… actually, how did your mother know it was going to happen yesterday? She called me Head Auror accidentally, at least I thought at the time it was an accident. She didn't know, did she?"

Hestia cocked her head at him, but it was Flora's slight avoidance of contact that betrayed them. Before he could speak, however, the former did so.

"Your gift for agreeing to courtship, then," Hestia said as she drew close enough to run a hand from his shoulder to his hand, where she grabbed the appendage with one of her own. "Gratitude."

"Kisses," Flora added as she pressed herself further into his side, the girl closer and touching more of his body than her sister. "We're very thankful for everything you've done for us including those remarks you made today in the Prophet — we're no longer banished in many of our favourite stores."

"We would like to thank you," the two said in perfect unity, those being the last words out of their mouths before he felt a kiss on each of his cheeks.

Instinctively, his arms sought out their waists to pull them closer and at that same time, Hestia's lips began to go to his ear whilst Flora's sought out his lips; he shouldn't have been surprised by the spots either sister picked.

"You're not opposed to kissing us whilst we're all together, are you? We had thought you might be, but everything is better enjoyed as a team… we apologise for the use of this incense again, but I strive to ensure the happiness of my baby sister," Hestia whispered heavily into his left ear, her hands caressing his back whilst her breath sent an overwhelming amount of sensation down his back, making him shiver involuntarily.

Flora didn't speak up, her lips were still on his, her hands were firmly around his torso and the sweetness from her mouth was once more invading his own. The sensations of two witches showering him with affection at once was too much to handle and far too much to deny. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't reply, not with one sister kissing him whilst the other was given free roam of him.

Still, as all good things might do, their closeness and impromptu snogging ended… at least for the moment.

"He's a very good kisser."

"We'll trade next time."

Together they looked at him after that exchange. "Harry," Hestia said to him, her arms returning to his shoulders as she stripped him of his suit jacket. "Come with us to the dining room. We've got a gift for you," Flora finished, her hands sweetly grasping onto one of his as she slowly began to lead him towards the aforementioned room whilst Hestia continued to work him out of his excess work clothing.

Eventually and when he was in nought but his pants and his undershirt, the trio made it to the dining room where a large spread of food, wine and three gifts were on the table.

"Apologies," Flora expressed as she avoided looking at him, the girl withdrawing to stand beside — behind somewhat too — Hestia.

"We meant to get you more for the celebration, but many of our bans were only lifted today," Hestia explained, her eyes staring unblinkingly into his. "Unwrap us as your fourth and fifth, should it please you."

Flora went bright red at the comment and Hestia only smirked, a slight red dusting on her own face. As for Harry, he coughed on his own saliva and looked between the two, but no further comment was added that claimed it was a joke or anything of the sort. When nothing was added, they urged him to the table where the two instantly moved his three gifts before him.

As was usual of her, Flora was adamant that she sat in his lap and for a change of pace, Hestia was too; they shared that lap of his, as they often did with nearly all of their belongings. The first two gifts that he opened at their insistence were two items they insisted he should have as their relationship deepened — especially in the past few weeks. One was a pocket watch that had belonged to their grandfather whilst the other was a ring that their father had worn, as had every male in their family line. He loathed accepting the latter gift, but they insisted, and so he did.

"Garments?" Harry asked after he opened the third box.

The two girls removed themselves from his lap and nodded. "It's what we'll wear to bed tonight," Hestia said to him, that small blush still present as she looked him up and down.

"If you're willing to spend it with us. We know it could be considered strange," Flora quickly added, her hands seeking out his.

There was only one answer. "Are you certain? I thought you spoke about propriety, and I know it means a lot, but we're not married yet eith—"

The two looked between one another. "Are you opposed?" they asked him simultaneously.

"No," he answered with a shake of his head. "Not at…all… Merlin, save me."

As soon as Harry had said no, that he wasn't opposed to an evening with the twins, they had done something he hadn't expected, especially with the two in the same room… he supposed their comment about strangeness made sense in hindsight.

There they stood before him, their dresses on the ground and their gazes as they'd been before; Flora was looking away from him as red as ever whilst Hestia kept her eye contact, that small blush not getting any larger.

"Does he like us?" Flora asked her sister nervously, her hands wringing together.

"I bel—"

Harry wouldn't let them have their typical back and forth. "He does," he said, confirming for the pair of them before he stood up and moved closer, one hand encircling each of the girls' waists. "You're both beautiful. Very beautiful. I hope you know you don't need to do this either, I didn't expect anything like this as a thank you."

Flora moved forward still as red as ever and as a result, Harry's eyes went from her face down to her chest. He couldn't help it. "You're cute."

"Very cute," Hestia agreed as she too stepped forward, stealing Harry's gaze away from her sister and meeting it head-on.

"You'll be ours."

"We've decided that without the help of any incense."

Together, they took another step forward again, now close enough to press a kiss to each of his cheeks which they did, and finally, they pulled back for one last look at him; Flora's head cocked to the left and Hestia's to the right. When they spoke, it was in perfect sync and with those eyes that had captivated him for quite some time… in addition to other now on-display parts of their bodies. "Love."

Love was right.

And love they had.