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Harry woke when he felt the near-twin forms of Elaine and Corene jolt beside him. One of them, Corene who'd fallen asleep on his right, seemed to wake with a yelp-like noise. It was quiet, only partially escaping her, but a sound that immediately had him on edge; such a happening from Corene could only mean something horrible. As such, he was already reaching for his wand, an item he kept under his pillow when he slept should something happen, when he heard a noise not unlike the one which Corene had made come from Elaine. Hers, however, was louder and seemingly anguished, and her hands had sought out his chest, finding purchase in the shirt he'd fallen asleep wearing.

His hand was woven around his wand when he felt himself pulled up, into a seated position. Corene had one hand on his person, and Elaine had two more, but both sought him out with a fervent, needy, and panicked sort of energy. He couldn't for the life of him understand why that'd be when he'd had a sound sleep until their screams that caused them to rise for the day.

When his eyes focused a bit more, the sleep being cleared from them as his eyes blinked over and over again, he came to get a better view of their visages and the expressions thereon. Corene seemed to be teary-eyed, the typical white now red, and he swore he'd seen a singular drop roll down one of her otherwise porcelain, near-pinkish skin. Such a thing was unheard of, as was the display of emotion, and so he glanced over at Elaine then.

Her state was much like Corene's. She was misty-eyed, the white even redder than Corene's as she blinked away the watery quality. Her scream had been louder, more gut-wrenching — though that wasn't to discount the perpetually quiet Corene — and when she spoke as he blinked sentience back into himself, she did so with a stutter the likes of which he'd never heard from her before.

"I… it would appear I had a dream of the most unpleasant kind," Elaine leaned into him, pressing her body right up against his. "Corene? Did you share it?"

"Yes." The one word came from the girl as it normally did, but the tone of voice she used wasn't remotely as it normally was. Where oft there'd be a sense of monotonous boredom to it, or something that resembled as much, there was nothing of that likeness; there was nervousness, no small amount of it, and her eyes had yet to lose the misty quality they possessed.

Elaine hadn't gotten any better herself.

"You had a dream that something happened to us?" he asked, blinking and rubbing his eyes. "What was it? Wh—"

"You were felled in a way I'll not repeat," Elaine seemed adamant about that as she spoke, her voice faltering before it regained its strength. "Your mortality, as well as Corene's, is something I'll not allow to continue in any way. It needs immediate resolving, and there begins our next venture in our lives. We'll seek out a way to remain together indefinitely."

"Dangerous," Corene said, her one word more meaningful than any one word had any right to be. "We should assign a guardian to him at all times, lest something happen while we seek to achieve our goals."

Elaine agreed readily, with a nod, her arms even now remaining on his person. Corene's did much the same, remaining on his person as the two conversed rapidly across his person. He could only just keep up with their conversation, his mind addled from sleep and the desire to rest and rest well; they'd woken him up earlier than he'd expected himself to rise, after all.

When the two continued speaking, their nervousness dying down whilst their clinginess remained, he allowed sleep to claim him once more. He reckoned the two could work out their nightmare together, but Merlin, did he need his rest.

If only he'd have known what he'd be in for in the morning. Mayhaps then, he'd have done something differently. Still, it wasn't all bad… not by any means.

Harry rose again some time later, hours he figured by the birdsong and advanced stage of light. Oftentimes, nearly always he could say, the two would be up and going about their day, but that wasn't to be said in this instance. Corene and Elaine each were still in bed beside him, in their pyjamas no less. Neither was sleeping, he realised as his blurry eyes were given time to focus.

Elaine was going through no small amount of parchment from the Ministry, and Corene seemed to be going through missive after missive. Each was entirely engrossed in their work, but both had a hand remaining on his person in one way or another. With Elaine, she had a hand errantly running through his ever-messy hair, practically petting him. As for Corene, the girl was holding his hand, limp as it'd previously been.

As he thought back to how they'd acted and what they'd been like earlier in the morning, and then with what he noticed here and now, he couldn't help but smile. The pair were unnaturally clingy as a result of their nightmare, and in a way, it was sort of… cute.

He yawned and moved then, all but announcing to the pair that he'd risen for the day, and their reactions were immediate. Elaine threw aside her book and leaped at him, hugging and peppering his face with kisses as her arms wrapped around him. Corene set down her letter, and leaned in next to Elaine, pressing kiss after kiss across his neck, her hands clutching up his shirt.

Eventually, when the pair relented and he was given time to breathe, he spoke.

"Good morning?" It came out as a question more than anything else as his eyes danced betwixt the two. Each was looking at him with such a covetous nature, he wasn't sure if he should feel pleased, or nervous; a mixture of both was what he got, joined together with an eagerness that came with the morning when under the gaze of two beautiful witches.

"Morning, lover!" Elaine chirped, withdrawing from him with a large, wide smile that conveyed all the love one could ever feel. Her hands remained on him even then as well, his Elaine not so much as withdrawing even a few centimetres from him as she gazed into his eyes.

Eyes that were very quickly diverted from hers as Corene turned his face to press one small, chaste kiss to his lips. Even that wasn't entirely like how she oft acted, and so he was partially surprised, but Merlin, was it a way to wake up. He didn't mind them staying in bed with him and all but attaching themselves at the hip to his person. Maybe it was a result of growing up so alone, but he reckoned he quite liked cuddling and holding another person in his arms.

There was nothing quite so sweet as that, and so with a happy exhale of his morning breath, he flexed his arms and pulled the two witches closer, their bodies mashing against his. "Morning, girls," he said, his voice scratchy from the morning quality possessing him as he enjoyed their softness against him. "Taking a lazy day, are you?"

"We decided it was for the best that one or both of us is always beside you. One can but guess when an emergency of a medical nature might occur, and so the only way to ensure your continued life is to be ready to counteract whatsoever happens, whensoever it does."

Harry blinked, looked between the pair… and nodded. Slowly. As he recalled when they'd woken him up earlier with their noises — worried as they'd made him at the time — he remembered just what they'd been discussing. He'd died, apparently, though the dream he'd had wasn't remotely along those sort of lines; it was very different, and even now, left him grinning to himself like an idiot.

"Right," he said, amused as he looked between the two adorable, possessive witches that expressed themselves so differently, but somehow still managed to act and appear so similar to one another; his two 'dark' witches. "Fancy some breakfast, then?"

Corene nodded. "Agreeable."

Elaine gestured to the loo first with a wave of her arm. "Use the restroom. There's an obvious need to see to your morning wand."

He snickered at her phrase and rose from the bed, throwing aside the wonderfully soft covers and letting the trapped heat of their bodies escape. Immediately, he felt the chill of the morning at the same time he heard a hiss from Elaine; she did so hate the cold when heat could hardly be felt. Corene, meanwhile, was simply looking at him with a perplexed sort of look on her face. It wasn't oft that she did so, but he supposed it came as a result of that dream she and Elaine had somehow shared with one another.

It could have something to do with their link, his and Elaine's, that was, but he wasn't sure how that'd come to be. Mayhaps magic was more fond of trickery than they'd thought. If that were the case, Merlin. He'd go mad from being hit by the emotions of both witches; mad with happiness, mad with rage, and in some instances, mad with lust. Those would tend to be what he'd imagine they'd most oft convey.

Harry shook his head as he rose from the bed and went on over to the loo, pausing before the window to take a peek out of it and promptly getting walked into from behind a second thereafter, if even that. When he extended an arm to catch the errant witch that'd walked into him, he found Elaine as he pulled her into his chest.

"Yeah?" he asked with a grin, his eyes skipping over the fine meadows and wonderful, bright flora therein; Elaine made for a better sight than nature, especially in a nightshift.

"You're using the loo," Elaine responded as she righted herself, a tome in her left hand and her right wrapping partially around him so that she was practically latched onto his person with the weight of her own.

"I am."

Elaine blinked when he made to separate again, her arm staying wrapped around him, tightening even, and her expression told him that she wasn't amused with his attempt to separate from her. He dared say she even looked offended, if only with a more bratty, pout-like nature.

"Aren't you going?"

This time, it was his turn to blink at her when she, again, didn't make to separate from him. "You'd have to let go of me before I can, love," he said with a grin as he brought his other arm around to pry her from him; the urge to use the restroom growing all the while. "I'll be out in a minute at the most."

Elaine allowed him to pry her from him this go around, but when he started walking to the loo, so too did she whilst Corene rose and made her way to the wardrobe beside the entrance to the aforementioned room. With the former only pausing when he entered the loo proper and the latter picking out clothing and running her wand across them, he reckoned this was a bit more than he'd initially thought.

He'd have to wait and see to be sure, he supposed, but that adorable sense of possessiveness and clinginess seemed a tad bit… how could one say… overbearing?

Yeah, he reckoned that was it when he closed the door and made to strip, Elaine's figure pausing only to lean against the very door he'd just closed. The two witches started talking with one another afterwards, their voices indecipherable as they spoke about he could only guess what.

Harry was nearly tempted to put his ear to the door to hear them, but he shook his head and walked on over to the toilet.

Once he finished his business and saw his hands washed with a floral-smelling soap, he tapped the door once to alert the leaning Elaine before he opened it fully. She was right before him, only just having gotten off the door as he'd suspected, and Corene was sat primly on the edge of the bed, a pile of folded clothes by her side. He suspected those were the ones she'd picked with Elaine for him, and based on the glow they had, he figured they'd done no small amount of magic work on them.

Maybe there was a charm that'd turn him into a beast. He wouldn't be surprised, the two did so desired children. He allowed himself a smile at the thought, the towel around his waist shifting with him when he made to leave the restroom and go over to where Corene was, Elaine trailing after him as she'd previously done. He had half a mind to turn and call her a pervert.

Then again, Elaine would probably just laugh and snog him then and there. That was her reaction to just about anything, after all, and in a towel as he was, he'd be weak to just about any of her advances.

When he reached the bed and made to dress, well, his thoughts had just about been right.

And so he'd emerge with Corene and Elaine an hour later… and each would have an arm looped through one of his.

Harry blinked when he looked to his left, and then again to his right. As had been happening since the morning, the morning in which they'd risen from that nightmare, he'd been sandwiched between the two witches. Corene was clingier than ever before, and now, she seemed prone to staring at him in thought. Elaine shared the former quality of Corene, but when it came to the latter, she wasn't.

No, Elaine would speak constant compliments, whispers of love or suggestions of lust into his ears, always exceedingly happy whensoever she was given a reaction.

"We're ready to put these in the oven," he finally declared as he looked at the soon-to-be muffins, the last few chocolate morsels he'd left out calling to him. "Fancy sitting in the garde—"

"Inside." Corene's one word was insistent.

Elaine seemed to agree. "Inside," she said with a nod to the other girl, past his person. Then she looked up at him. "It's safer inside. Who knows if a creature or assassin might be given the chance at wounding you should we eat in the open air? Or what of Muggle illnesses, pathogens or insects?"

He blinked and looked between the two, slowly coming to a realisation that they'd be very overbearing the rest of the day. Maybe it'd grow worse as the day progressed, there was even a chance it'd persist… the thought of that wasn't quite as pleasant as he thought it'd be earlier in the morning, but he supposed he'd give it a bit of time.

Mortality had always been something that seemed to worry Elaine.

Just about the whole day had gone by, and in the span of the day, Harry hadn't so much as been ten feet from one of his witches. It mattered not what he was doing, one of them would always be by his side sans the time he spent in the loo; well, with the exception of washing. Elaine had, since moving in with him, become a big supporter of water conservation by way of bathing together, and with Corene, that didn't but add to the fun.

As for Harry, he knew just what her true reasoning was, but since he benefited from it, he'd let it slide. That was just about the only thing happening with a sense of normalcy throughout the day. It had started off especially adorable, and their affection had been in abundance, but as the day progressed, he grew less and less fond of their behaviour. It'd gone from sweet and turned him sour, for the two thought it wholly necessary to act as security or guardians for him, when, in fact, he needn't any form of protector.

It was him and Elaine that had beat Grindelwald together, after all. He'd even fought the man to a standstill all on his own, so he couldn't for the life of him fathom why the two would think he'd suddenly and abruptly drop dead… or get assassinated. It was like neither of them thought him even remotely capable of st—

"Harry?" Elaine's voice rang out before she knocked on the door one… twice… and thrice over. "Are you quite alright?"

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair with a huff. It was endearing, their attitude, and he promised himself he'd not get too mad at them for the level of care they felt toward him… maybe, if it continued, he'd simply have a talk with them. They were all mortal — so far as he knew — and so that was something they'd simply have to talk through so that the nervousness dissipates.

Death's a normal part of life, they shouldn't be afraid of it. He knew after his experiences, he wasn't.

"Alright," he called back after washing his wands, drying them with a wave of one at the other, and then straightening his back; his spine felt a bit compressed. He pushed open the door after the few seconds necessary to reach it, and there he spoke again. "I'm all good. No need to worry about me when we're at home."

Elaine sniffed at that, her hand immediately finding his. "There's always cause to read it if one should find it," she started off after those words, pulling him alongside her. "Whilst you were using the loo, I finalised my and Corene's ideas on how to assure your continued existence."

"Uhuh," was his reply as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, enjoying how content she seemed to be; he'd make the most of her covetous affection… even if it was getting on his nerves a fair bit in some instances. "Why don't you tell me all about that later, yeah?"

"It's wholly necessary to discuss at the present. Vital, I'd say," Elaine thumbed the ring she always wore on the opposite hand to that in which he'd previously been holding. "If we're to make sure you'll always be with us, we need a way to ensure as much. Wouldn't you say?"

Harry frowned. It'd been but one dream and the focus remained so extraordinarily focused on that one topic. There had to be a reason they'd shared that dream too, but he'd only been theorycrafting in his mind and nothing he thought of seemed remotely conclusive or possible.

He sighed. "Elaine, aren't I your equal?"

"You and Corene match me in a way no other sans Daphne's ever comes close to doing. With you, in my mind, there's a connection in a way we each know, love and cherish, and even now, the reason to its creation evades me," she leaned up and kissed along his jawline and down his neck, happy, contented noises coming from her. "In a way, one could say you're my equal to a degree nobody else will ever be — Corene, somehow, was given inclusion into my dream in a way only you have done before. Mayhaps magic itself decided she's to join us, or perhaps it was that creature that came to you and sent you to where you belong."

"Where I belong?" he couldn't help but grin as he quoted her, and her response was a firm nod.

"Where you belong," she said definitively.

Corene chose that moment to appear, entering through the archway of their bedroom as a spirit with her gracefulness and lack of sound. "Harry, Elaine," she greeted with a polite dip of her head and the slightest of smiles on her face. "I have concluded my studies as suggested, and my findings are of a similar fashion to yours, Elaine. Though, I feel it necessary to say, I believe another way was shown to me by my grandmother on my Papa's side."

At that, Elaine seemed quite curious as she beckoned for the other girl to join them. She spoke as Corene made to do so, an eagerness he seldom saw radiating from the pair of witches; his witches.

"There's a ritual that could be done, but I know not the entirety of what it might entail. I'll need more time to read and understand," Corene paused, seemed to do a bit of maths in the confines of her mind, and then spoke again. "A day more, perhaps a third at the most."

Elaine smiled wide at the other girl, happy and pleased by her words. "Hear that, my love? Our Corene might have found a wondrous way to ensure your continued existence by our sides."

Harry nodded when Elaine spoke. "Yeah," he said. He'd definitely heard what Corene had said even if he didn't for the life of him understand what she meant… he wasn't all that fond of rituals either. The thought of doing one wasn't all that joyous, and it certainly made him wonder what the cost would be; there would always be a cost too, of that, he'd not make a mistake. He'd done more than enough reading to know there wasn't any other way when it came to the volatile magic.

Corene cocked her head at him, clearly inquisitive, but then she dipped out of the room, her gaze as fleeting as good weather was. That left Harry with Elaine, and he took a step away in the direction of the parlour room; he'd left a good book in there that he meant to read.

He paused when Elaine made to follow him, and then he resumed again… and she did too, at least until he paused again. Harry snickered to himself on the third go of things. It was like a little game between the two. He liked it. Corene, when she followed after him, did so without wasting any movement, whereas Elaine seemed discontent to stand idle, instead, she favoured pacing around him.

It was whilst she was doing so that he grabbed her up, pulling her light figure into his arms as he strode into the parlour room. If he'd be reading and relaxing, then he'd get her to do much the same. He'd have liked to get Corene to join him as well, but he doubted she'd do so. One or the other — the other being Elaine — obviously had to work on fixing his mortality issue.

"Fancy this as close enough?" Harry asked with a raised brow as he gazed at Elaine, her eyes peering into his own as her arms wrapped around him so as to secure herself. It was something he'd done time and time again too, but Merlin, he couldn't help but to lose himself under her gaze.

Maybe he was a tad simple, there was a very high chance of that on account of the ease with which he could get distracted by either of his beautiful witches.

Elaine didn't seem to mind it in the slightest. "I believe there's a way you could get much closer, but it'll do," she leaned forward to peck him on the lips, pulling back and sagging into his grasp. "Spoil me any more than you and Corene have already, and I fear I'll grow too used to this."

It's certainly a nice and weird new normal we've got for ourselves.

"Nothing too wrong with that so long as you're not the only one getting the massages," Harry sat down then, his arms still supporting Elaine's weight as he did so. "Read with me?"

"For a time, I suppose. Until Corene's work needs review and she takes the spot which I currently have," Elaine didn't allow him to speak before she reseated herself; she forced him to lie down, she crawled and coiled atop him to savour his warmth, and finally, called forth the book with a wave of her hand for it to levitate overhead.

He couldn't help but snicker.

Harry had just about gone mad. It was close to evening now, and the weather outside had most hastily turned into conditions that he didn't oft like, save for when it was night proper. The rain and storm had certainly cancelled his plan of taking a walk over to the secondary home they'd begun restoring in recent times. He'd wanted to show off some of what he'd accomplished to his witches; none of that had been what made him go mad, however, for it was those witches he wished to show off to that drove him up the wall.

If he had to use the loo, one of the pair would remain right outside the door. If he desired to go and take a little nap on the couch, one of them would go with him and sit beside him, but they'd not join him. They were so very insistent on having a person watch over him, that he felt as if he'd suddenly deaged ten or so years. Truly, it was like they saw him as a child.

Earlier, it'd been adorable, after some time, less so, and now, it wasn't remotely. In fact, he'd go so far as to say it was minorly maddening. He doubted anybody could ever truly enjoy being smothered so much in a day, even the most personable type of person in the world would grow tired of constant company… in truth, it was having one of them wait around the bathroom that really did him in.

"Elaine?"

He heard the rustling of fabric and then her face popped into his field of vision. Her hair seemed a bit frizzy, like she'd been doing something that required exertion or she'd not freshened up the typical charms she kept through the day. "Harry?" she asked him in response.

Over her shoulder, he saw the figure of Corene look up from the tome she was reading; the same she'd been reading and taking notes from since the day had begun and the two had shared that dream of theirs. He still wasn't sure the ritual she imagined he'd do would entail, but he still doubted he'd go through it. Rituals simply seemed too…

"What is it?" Elaine inquired, a brow raised as she slithered up in her seat.

Harry looked betwixt the two, and with a huff, he addressed them. He wouldn't be annoyed with them or short, he was just frustrated, and he wanted to convey as much. Sure, he thought he'd be able to handle it for the day, but Merlin, who could withstand such a degree of companionship?

"You said I'm your equal, right?"

Elaine nodded.

"You said we're all but unbeatable together, and you've seen me fight, haven't you? Corene?"

"Yes," Corene responded in an instant and with an unblinking gaze; Elaine nodded, remaining silent as she narrowed her eyes, evidently wondering where Harry was going with this.

"Then why the hypocrisy? Yeah?" Harry gestured to the two girls, and then to himself. "If you know I can handle myself, and you know there's little reason we've got to worry, if any, then why go through so much effort to ensure I'm alright when evidently am? Elaine, you especially can feel my mind in yours, and by the look of it, Corene might soon do so just the same soon enough — I'm here, you can tell where I am whenever you'd like. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"

He felt a wave of anxiety, nervousness, and an undertone of something implacable, whatever it was covered by two aforementioned layers of emotions. There was little he could do to uncover it without peeking into her mind and tuning out the responses they'd soon have for him.

"You feel my mind, don't you?" Elaine extended a hand and plucked one of his from where it rested, entwining their fingers and pressing their palms together; that sensation alone brought with it a sort of pleasure in and of itself, and that pleasure only radiated back from their link, enhancing by far the sensation at hand.

He was so engrossed in it that he didn't so much as see Corene move until she was behind him, her hands seeking out his shoulders. When her deft digits reached them, she but kneaded and massaged the muscle, coaxing him into reclining as Elaine swung herself astride him.

"We worry about you, lover."

Corene echoed the sentiment. "We worry."

Elaine leaned in, a pout on her face. "We'll not smother you if you wish it not… but you'll take a look at the ritual Corene's so kindly read of, won't you? For us?"

"For us."

Harry found himself nodding as his eyes began to lul, the impromptu massage and the warmth of Elaine astride him forcing the frustration out; her pouty expression, soft voice and agreeance to his terms were barely something he'd so much as paid an ounce of attention to once the two witches had him under their grasp.

And by Merlin, what a grasp they had to be under. When Corene's hands began to wander atop his head, massaging and playing with his hair whilst Elaine kissed him wheresoever it pleased her, it was just about the perfect likeness of heaven he reckoned he'd ever see.

"I'll look at it," he got out through the tiredness that threatened to take him. "... but no more following me to the loo… or hovering over me throughout the whole day."

Elaine pouted, but nodded, the exaggerated look of pleading forcing a smile that roused him a touch.

Corene, for the second time that day, made a noise that was unlike her. It wasn't the squeak of worry as he'd heard earlier in the day, but one of a pleased witch.

He wanted to hear more from each of them.