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Chapter Two – Settling into a bond

After the pleasures from the night before, the three had fallen asleep in a pile upon the master bed. Harry was sandwiched between his older but attractive beta mates. He had never slept as well as he had that night. He was awoken to the whimpers of one of his mates. He wasn't sure what had woken him at first. He then heard the strangled scream, "Mummy, no. Don't do that to me. Please, I'll do anything, anything but that."

It was answered by a whimper behind him, "No, not again. I don't think I could survive this again. Why am I always the one chosen? Is it because of my blood status? Why must I allow-No, no, get your hands off of me."

"Dobby lights on, now!" Harry ordered and the lights lit in the room. He shook both of his mates awake and they were shaking. Their eyes locked with one another. Harry wasn't sure what happened but he noticed spite filling their features.

"You like what you see, Black? Do you want to give this bicycle a ride as well? I was nothing to you and your little group of friends but something to step upon. Why wouldn't you want to see me pleading with you to stop while you ripped me open? Would it make you feel better about Mummy Dearest?" Severus attacked first.

Harry moved quickly and pulled Sirius' back against his chest preventing him from lashing out physically, but it didn't stop Sirius from verbally attacking. "Don't talk about that! You know why we attacked you. It was because we could tell you were going to be a slimy follower of that bigot. You were nothing good. You were like just the rest of those Slytherins who enjoyed watching the pain of others. I'm not sorry for it because you ran to kiss his ring and lick his boots right out of Hogwarts. You were just like them. I bet you enjoyed what happened at those revels. I heard my cousin talking about it. You were gagging for it. You were a perfect docile little pet. You let them do whatever they wanted. You were perfectly broken. What happened? Why do you have so much fight now when you were content being their pet?"

Severus shook his features quickly shifting through many familiar looking faces as his hair went through a rainbow of colors. His black eyes held a cold blankness, "I am a master Occlumens. I couldn't show weakness. They would've torn me a part like a pack of wolves. I had to lock it away. I locked it all away, but since I helped destroy that bastard, the memories have been bubbling to the surface."

Harry let go of Sirius and pulled Severus into his arms where his mate broke down. Harry kept his eyes on his godfather who sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair. "I guess you were always just an easy target. My life was crap at home. My mother was a psychotic witch who was forced to marry a gay man. After giving birth to me, he never touched her again and had my brother with another male. My mother apparently found me as a substitute and I ran away from home shortly after. She did other things to me before I went to Hogwarts, things that weren't full on but close enough to make me uncomfortable. I dated all of those girls at Hogwarts to hide the fact that I felt filthy for what she did to me. I never did anything with them other than light snogging, but made it sound like I was a hound dog."

Harry didn't know what to do, so he spoke instead. "After Cedric's death, I had horrible nightmares. I would wake up screaming and my Uncle never understood. He thought I was acting up in my normal freakish ways. He decided that summer that any time I woke him warranted a beating. My summers have been the same since. I left the moment I realized I had a way to do so. I'm not sure what plans Dumbledore has for me, but I feel that they aren't anything I would agree with."

Severus lifted his head from Harry's shoulder and locked his black eyes with Harry's green, "My father used to play a game with me. I was the filthy freak. I was good for nothing but I did have a pretty mouth. He enjoyed making me gag around his large cock while he thrusted it in and out of my throat. This started even before I made it to Hogwarts. So, when I was cornered in the bathroom at Hogwarts and forced to do the same with one of my classmates, I believed it. They all couldn't be wrong, right? There had to be something wrong with me. When I was offered a Potions Apprenticeship, I jumped at the opportunity. It unfortunately came with a black snake branding and slavery. I could've dealt with that, but being made the receptacle for the dark rituals performed because of my blood status, I could've done without."

"You're mate ship is young, you all are not ready to deal with those memories. Ask the Shadow Walker if his family home has a pensieve. It would be best to remove those memories for now and put them away. You can come back to them later when your relationship has strengthened. Removing the memory will lessen their affect, but will not completely remove it from your mind. It will dull the emotion and allow you to move on." The same voice that had been with him since his birthday had more advice.

He turned to Sirius, "Does your family have a pensieve?"

His godfather's grey eyes widened, "Yes, it's in my father's old study. Are you suggesting we rid the emotions attached to the memories?"

Harry nodded, "We should just mix all of our memories together. When it's time to face those inner –demons, I think we should do it together. We all have horrible pasts. I'm beginning to think I'm collecting those broken around me. Together we will find love and family. I want each of you to write down your hard limits. I want to know what things you would never do. I need to know with your backgrounds what things we should avoid during our bonding. I already know that fellatio is a hard limit for Severus. What about you, Sirius?"

His godfather's eyes took on a glassy look, "I cannot be restrained. I will freak out if you attempt to tie me up. I can't go into details but to be tied up for me makes me feel helpless."

Harry nodded, "Do not come at me fast. I do not deal well with fast hands. I don't want to lash out and hurt one of you by mistake. So, where is this study? I think we should rid ourselves of those memories."

Harry kept the pensieve in the library in Grimmauld Place where he spent quite a bit of his time sequestered from his other two bickering mates. He was sat in a dark leather overstuffed chair with a book in his lap and several others stacked on the table situated beside his chair. The room had dark filigree carpet and dark wood floor to ceiling book cases. He sat there staring at the book in though tapping his finger on his chin while staring at the blurring words on the page.

Part of him wondered why he was drawn to making them his mates when none of them were ready for such a close relationship with another person. Sirius had spent thirteen years in Azkaban surrounded by emotional vampires called Dementors. Not to mention the horrible childhood that kept him both starved for affection and repulsed by sexual acts at the same time. He was a walking contradiction, so very conflicted.

Severus had spent the last fifteen years as a spy. He had to return to a torturing master while being yanked around by puppet strings by another. He wasn't close to anyone because he had to wear the disguise of being a snarky git. Not to mention the way he was forced to become the bully he hated as a teenager. His own childhood left him affection starved and very touchy when it came to sexual things. He almost seemed asexual but only because he was sexually repressed. He learned from his previous acts and rape to associate sex with pain and control. Harry knew he had to tread lightly with that one.

Harry stared at the muggle book he was reading on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It was something common in muggle soldiers because of the horrors of modern warfare, but it was also common in survivors of terrorist attacks like the Oklahoma City Bombing. The book talked in details with how it helped the survivors from the daycare that day. Many children were emotionally scarred and developed phobias. It was an interesting read, but raised many more questions about his reactions to certain stimuli.

Harry continued to suffer from nightmares from the many events he had suffered after arriving at Hogwarts. The graveyard was a reoccurring one along with the Ministry of Magic showdown. He even had a few flashbacks from his childhood popping up randomly. It might explain his issue with Claustrophobia. He didn't like being in enclosed in dark and tight places caused him to panic. It was similar to when he was locked away in that cupboard under the stairs. He sighed staring at the other stack of muggle psychology books he had mail ordered from a book catalog. One was on phobias and immersion therapy along with visualization techniques.

A knock sounded on the door. He turned to see his godfather peaking in. Harry nodded and motioned for him to approach. He watched as his mate kneeled at his feet and rested his head against Harry's legs. This was something else he was trying to overcome. Every time one of his mates showed such blatant submission, his heart sped up. His hands started to sweat and he felt the overwhelming feeling of being responsible for someone else. How was he supposed to help his mates when he could barely handle his own problems?

He breathed in and out slowly like the books recommended for overcoming a panic attack. He focused on what Sirius needed and ran his fingers through the man's silky curls. Sirius moaned at the touch and rubbed his face against the leg. Harry sighed and nodded answering his internal question. "Sirius, have you been naughty?"

Sirius groaned, "I deserve a spanking, Alpha. I disregarded your orders and fought with Severus. Please discipline me."

Harry ran a hand through his hair. It was like Sirius didn't have the proper reinforcement as a child and was looking to Harry to help him set boundaries. It made sense with how Dumbledore allowed him free reign at Hogwarts. Then when he would've matured, he was isolated in Azkaban causing a mental stunting. Not to mention that his mother never gave him proper safe boundaries with the way she abused him, dictated to him, and punished him when he did nothing wrong. This was a more common occurrence than Harry was comfortable with, but he was responsible for Sirius' health. It was what the man needed.

Harry stood and gave his best disapproving look, "Why did you disregard my order?"

Sirius looked down, "He just makes me so angry. I don't know what it is about him. He just walks into the room and I rage. I want to see him on the ground at my feet. It seems irrational when I say it like that. Why would I dislike him so much?"

Harry sighed. It was something he wondered as well. It was like the two were under some sort of influence. Maybe he didn't need to read books on muggle psychology. Maybe the cause was more magical in origin. He would need to ask Severus about purging potions and what ingredients the master would need to brew the potion. He remembered reading about them in one of the books in the Library while waiting for the books he ordered. "I don't know what's going on between you two. Bend over the side of the chair so I can discipline you. How many smacks do you feel you deserve?"

Sirius dropped his trousers and pants. He bent over the side of the chair in thought. "I'd say fifty."

Harry groaned. "What did you do to Severus that warrants that many?"

Sirius grumbled, "I locked him in the potions lab. I'm sure he hasn't noticed yet, but when he does-"

A stone dropped in the pit of his stomach. It was a dark room in the basement, which he knew the Potion's Master found refuge. However, discovering he was locked in would likely cause a panic attack. Harry was torn between disciplining Sirius and rescuing Severus. He swung back and gave the first smack, "Count."

"One," Sirius moaned.

He turned and called, "Dobby."

Another loud smack rent the air, "Two."

He rubbed the reddening cheeks and gave another slap. "Three."

Dobby appeared, "Master call Dobby?"

Harry nodded and gave another strike. "Four."

"I want you to go check on Severus. Make sure you unlock the door. If he has noticed he was locked in, please bring him straight to the master bedroom. I want you to also report back to me as to what you found."

He gave two quick swats, "Five, Six."

Dobby nodded and popped away.

Harry continued through twenty more smacks before Dobby returned wringing his hands. Harry looked at him, "What did you find?"

"You're potions mate was unconscious. His nails were bleeding from where he tried to pry the door open. I'm not sure what to do."

Harry continued with his smacks until he reached fifty quickly. He then turned to Dobby, "I will be up there shortly. Get me a collar and leash for this naughty dog."

The elf popped away. Harry looked at the trembling man with his rosy behind. "Sirius, you will turn into Padfoot and I will walk you up the stairs. I will tie you up at the foot of the bed and you will sleep on the floor. I want you to think about what you did."

Sirius stood stepping out of his trousers and pants. He then popped into the black oversized hound. Dobby popped back in and the collar was fastened around Padfoot's neck. He clipped a leash to it and handed it to Harry. Harry pulled back on the leash, "Come on you mangy mutt. I need to attend to our traumatized mate."

Padfoot scrambled up the stairs with Harry following close behind. He walked into the meticulously cleaned room and moved toward the huddled figure on the bed. Harry tied the leash to the end of the bed and went to his distraught mate. He placed a hand on Severus' back and the man jumped.

Severus looked up with bloodshot eyes, "Master."

Harry shook his head no, "I am not your master. We have been over this Severus. I may be the Alpha but I am not your master. You are my beta and it is my job to care for you. It is not my job to order you around. I care for your health. Now tell me what happened."

Harry sat on the bed and pulled the still shaking man into his arms. Severus glommed onto him as if he was a drowning man and Harry was the last life preserver. It took a bit for Harry to realize the man was sobbing as his trousers grew wet. Harry just ran his fingers through the soft and silky locks. He waited for the man to finally find the words. Severus turned his head to the side, "I was brewing in the potions lab. I've always been a little hesitant about it since it has only one exit and no windows, but the familiarity of brewing calms me. I completed a whole cauldron full of Calming Draught and bottled it. I placed it in the potion stores and prepared to exit. I found the door locked. I was trapped. I couldn't escape. It was like I was that child all over again."

Severus' breathing quickened into gasps, which caused Harry to sigh, "Severus, you need to take long breaths. Listen to my voice and do exactly what I say. Breath in," Severus took a long deep breath. "That's it love, now breath out." Harry continued with a ten count of breaths until Severus calmed.

He lifted Severus' head, "Please continue."

"I was trapped in a room without food. It brought back horrible memories. My father used to lock me into a closet after he was done using me. He wouldn't feed me or offer me water. He said it would make me hungrier for his seed. I don't know how long he kept me there, but I remember someone coming and finding me in there. It was after my mother died, but someone freaked out and I found my way to Hogwarts that fall."

Harry ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm going to run us a bath and we're going to get you clean. I think some lavender oil would be calming. Then I think we should take a nap together. I will hold you while you sleep. It should keep the nightmares at bay."

Severus nodded and stood. He followed Harry into the bathroom. He stood there silently while Harry ran the bath. It was a large soaking tub the size of the small pools at Hogwarts like the prefects baths. It was black marble with gold specks. The room was painted white upon Harry's request and a magic window was added that gave views into the street below, which was unseen by the muggles. Harry slowly stripped the man after stripping out of his own clothes. He kissed the exposed skin knowing that Severus needed comfort without having it turn sexual. He had a lot of work to do before Severus would be comfortable with touches let alone the rest of it. They hadn't done anything like that since the first night.

Sirius was the opposite and would likely expect another shag before Harry retired for the night. Harry was making him sleep on the floor as Padfoot knowing the man was aroused from the spanking. He would withhold release until the morning. It would hopefully teach him a lesson. Part of him doubted it, but he would just have to spank him a bit more for pleasure before riding him like a dog in heat.

He took Severus' hand and led him into the bath. The two sat across from one another fully immersed in the hot water. Harry took Severus hand and massaged it washing away the blood from the torn nails. "Do you have any nail repair potion?"

"Yes, I have it in the same cupboard as the calming draught." Severus' eyes widened and he groaned. "I had a panic attack in a room that contained a calming draught. I'm such a dunderhead."

Harry pulled him into a hug, "No, you're not. I would've reacted the same way had I been locked in a room like that. The muggles I lived with liked to lock me in a cupboard under the stairs without food. I have also grown to detest enclosed spaces with one exit. I have been reading psychology books to try to figure it out more and how to overcome the trauma."

Severus laughed, "So, we are all pretty messed up. Maybe we can figure it out together."

Harry nodded, "Yes, one can hope."

Harry took a soapy wash cloth and slowly ran it down the man's exposed chest before calling Dobby for some of the repair potion. He took it from the elf and found it was more of a salve than a liquid. He rubbed it onto each of the torn nails and watched as they healed. He then moved to Severus' hair. He had the man tip back as he wet the hair. He then shampooed it massaging the scalp for a long time. All the stress in his mate's shoulders slowly slipped away and he was almost asleep when Harry tipped him back to rinse the hair. Harry drained the tub and wrapped a towel around Severus. He carried the sleeping man into the other room. He removed the towel and put him under the blankets. Harry then dried off and climbed into the bed right next to Severus. He drifted off to sleep.

Moaning and the feel of hard flesh against his own awoke him. He opened his eyes to find a still sleeping Severus rocking against him. Harry smiled and moved toward him pulling him tightly against him. He took the man's lobe into his mouth and sucked. Severus gave out a whimper and continued to rock against him. Harry just moved down to licking, kissing, and biting the other man's neck. Severus rocked faster until he stopped and Harry felt warm liquid splatter all over them. Harry just pulled the man closer to him. Severus groaned again and started rocking once more. It continued like that five more times and Severus remained sleeping. Harry got close but never quite found completion. Harry move his hand around and realized the plug had gone off and was starting to vibrate again. Severus groaned and started moving again. Harry sighed and went under the covers. He didn't realize the plug had preset spells on it until that moment. Harry took his mate into his mouth and sucked while he rocked to completion. Harry swallowed before sending a spell to stop the vibration cycle. He sent a gentle cleaning charm on both of them and climbed out of the bed.

He untied the leash and led Sirius into the bathroom. He was harder than he had been in so long that he could take Sirius in his current form. He would prefer the man to the dog so he removed the collar as soon as he shut the door. He removed the man's shirt and bent him over the side of the tub. He found a hair brush, "Do you understand what you did?"

Sirius whimpered, "I locked a person who fears confined spaces into one?"

"How would you like it if I locked you into a closet with no escape for a few hours?"

Sirius sobbed, "No, I beg you, please don't. It would be like I was back in that cell. With those horrible creatures sucking away anything that ever made me happy. I don't think I would survive that form of punishment."

Harry found wielded the hairbrush and without warning gave a very strong whack against Sirius' exposed buttocks. The man yelped and counted, "One."

Harry continued this twelve more times before removing the plug. He then slammed into the man without a by your leave. Sirius whimpered, "Please, I need to come."

Harry rode him fast and hard. The two of them were both coming down from a rather explosive orgasm . Harry shoved the plug back in and ran the bath for a second time. He chose peppermint and rosemary that time. He pulled the man next to him and ran his fingernails up the man's chest before pinching a nipple. "Did you enjoy sleeping on the floor while Severus and I cuddled up? Did you enjoy his moans as he rutted against me? Did you wish you were in the bed with us?"

Sirius nodded and tears formed in his grey eyes. "I felt like I was at home again. It was similar to how she treated me after being sorted into Gryffindor. She ignored me for the most part, but then she would come to me and do stuff."

Harry didn't push further, but he really wished the Wizarding World had better mental health systems. The muggles had better knowledge of how the human mind worked and treatments. Harry went through the same washing routine with Sirius and wondered if a change in scenery would help. "Do you think we should leave here? Perhaps it's bringing back too many memories. I can look for a property and we could move there."

Sirius nodded, "We could always go to your manor."

Harry gasped, "My what?"

"Potter Manor, your father locked it down before staying at Potter Cottage under the charm. You're telling me that no one has gone over your assets with you?"

Harry shook his head and called, "Dobby."

The elf popped into the room, "Yes master."

"What was the name of the property you found for the hippogriff?"

The elf smiled, "Potter Manor has quite a few stables. It also has many elves waiting on your arrival. Winky is happy to stay here with Kreacher. Would you like me to prepare it for your arrival?"

Harry sighed running a hand through his hair, "Yes, Please."

The elf popped away leaving Harry with even more questions. He turned to Sirius, "I think we should move to the Manor. Maybe I will find more information there."