Chapter 7:

The Tug Part 2

Remus Lupin was sitting in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place watching Sirius move around. His mate, to whom he just recently actually confessed to, was not calm at all. For some reason he felt that something was happening that he couldn't put a finger on it. Remus tried to sooth the Lord Black but to no avail. The situation was not going anywhere and Remus was starting to get annoyed. He loved the man in front of him and to see him distraught like this was making his wolf on edge.

With Sirius still in his trance Remus felt a tug on his jean pants only to find a mumbling Kreacher holding up a silver tray with a letter addressed to him. Curious since he didn't recognize the handwriting. A small voice in the back of his head told him just to burn it but the bigger part was begging to know the letter's contents. His attention was shifted the moment the letter was off the tray and in Sirius's hand.

"Why doesn't ever just write to me?" Sirius huffed throwing the letter to Remus feigning disinterest as he waited for the wolf to open it. Remus just chuckled stealing a quick kiss on Sirius's hand before tearing the envelope revealing a few sheets of paper folded together. This person had a lot to say. Remus raked his brain to think of anyone who would need to talk to him but none came to mind that couldn't just call on him through flow or patronus.

With Sirius sitting next to him placing a loving hand on knee in reassurance Remus read the letter. When he was done he was dumbfounded, angry, and didn't want to believe what the writer was saying. Sirius was waiting for him to talk but Remus couldn't even look at Sirius at the moment. If the letter was correct Sirius seriously fucked up. But he had to hear it first person and meet this anonymous person. It was going to be hard since he had to keep it from his mate as well as put himself in potential danger just on words of a person he doesn't know.

"Rey," Sirius placed his hand on Remus's cheek only to have it shoved away. Remus glanced quickly at the small man's face knowing he would see hurt and confusion.

"I'll be back later," Remus whispered quickly kissing the top of Sirius's head and disappeared through the flow before Sirius could even react.

With that Remus just let the flames consume him taking him where he needs to go. Taking him to the truth.

Harry was excited for the first scrimmage match of the year he planned. He thought he should get a good start by asking the Hufflepuffs for a game. It took a little convincing but once Harry suggested him and the Hufflepuff captain discuss Quiditch strategies they agreed. There was this tingle in his fingertips as he sat on the couch thinking about it. Though Draco seemed to be a little annoyed since he didn't ask him but he just thought it wasn't fair to use his mateship to get a game.

"Still could have asked," Draco grumbled knowing he was going to get the same reply.

"Draco," Harry sighed starting to get annoyed at his blonde mate.

"Ugh! Fine!" Draco relented just sitting down and eating without speaking a word, which isn't what Harry meant.

"So when is the tryouts, captain?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Tomorrow so get your game on," Harry laughed as he went to grab a treacle tart only for Draco to steal the last piece as retaliation. At first Harry thought of disciplining Draco, but thought better of it since he knew he kind of deserved it.

Regulus wanted to be anywhere but at the Great Hall but he was hungry and George refused to let him go to the kitchens. If only the guy knew what he was putting Regulus through. Trudging along he almost missed the tug coming from inside the hall. At first he tried to ignore it but his subconscious kept going back to it. An itch that refused to go away.

Instinctively his eyes trailed around the room only to lock contact with Malfoy. Just then he realized that the blond has been staring at him the whole time. Even as he gazed at him now his eyes were unwavering. Panic began to set in because at that moment he knew. He knew they were his mates. His Veela was singing but his human mind was screeching and together the sound in his mind was more then just unpleasant. But he sat there. Just eating letting the two sides of his mind wage war against each other.

It was a total silent battle that no one knew was happening inside his mind. George continued to talk while he just ate aimlessly just trying to finish his plate. Everyone else seemed to not really care for the troubles of one fat kid with bad grades. He watched carefully as Malfoy watched him and the surrounding table. Those grey eyes were so enticing and Regulus's Veela wanted to run there and stare at them all day. But, again, he will not allow such a thing to happen.

Then his ears perked up when he heard that Potter was holding a mock game against Hufflepuff on Saturday. He mused that he would go undisguised to help him get away from his friends and think about things while still watching the game. Regulus loved flying and Quidditch but couldn't join the house team since he was a bit too over weight for what was allowed. If only they knew his true weight! They don't even allow him on the broom during flying lessons! As a result he was stuck flying only at home.

Anyway, back to the game. Regulus looked forward to Potter utterly destroying Hufflepuff. He could be a one man team and still win! Though he began to think that was his Veela addled mind playing with him.

Still he sat there eating his whole dinner and desert while letting Draco stare at him all he wants. He won't find him. Or at least he hoped they wouldn't.

It was game day and Harry was getting nervous. Ron has stopped talking to him while Draco pouts in a corner refusing to come to his game. Though with the latter he thinks it has more to do with Harry refusing to bed him. He knew it was starting to get frustrating, his creature was yearning for his second mate. All he knew was if he didn't find them soon he would begin to look for another. But the yearning would never stop even when he has been replaced.

His third mate being missing and his best friend not talking to him was starting to drive him nuts; he was using Quidditch as an excuse to get his mind off things. Ron has been acting up lately and not really giving anyone any face, well except Blaise Zabini, which was odd and it pissed him off. Why was Zabini more important to Ron than him. Ugh, nothing makes sense.

"Aren't you going to be late for your game," Draco spat at Harry making Harry roll his eyes.

"You could come to cheer me on," Harry teased.

"Over my cold and dead body," Draco hissed back. Harry flinched at such a cold tone. With those words he left for his game.

The game ended and of course Gryffindor won but barely. If Harry hadn't caught the snitch when he did Hufflepuff would have won. Harry landed on the ground the moment the game ended and began to rush away only to be caught in the crowd of students cheering him on. Then he felt it. The greatest tug he ever felt other than Draco. His creature was screaming in his head for him to find his mate. But there was too many people to identify him.

Harry called out but his voice sound strange, like it wasn't his. He barely caught a figure in the crowd pause at that sound that he knew only they could hear. But just like that the figure was gone and the tug grew weaker. At that moment he knew his mate was there hiding from him. It made him beyond furious to know that his mate was avoiding him. Harry was determined to find him and lay claim to him. How dare he try to sever their connection!

Harry was going to find his third mate and make him submit. It was not in his nature to give up his mate so easily. It was also not in his nature to forgive. When he finds him he will wish he hadn't.

AN: I swear it wasn't my fault! I was in a country where my internet refused to connect with . I am sorry for the long wait hope you enjoyed the chapter.