Find Yourself

//back at Grimmauld Place. Terra//

The conversation with Molly left Andromeda shocked and unsettled. On one hand she now knew that Walburga was not lying to her. On the other hand, knowing that her aunt hadn’t lied left her unsettled in a weird way. 

“Harry, it’s time for dinner!” She called out, leaning a little on the railing and tilting her head, so her voice would echo would hopefully reach the second floor. It was strange how well she remembered this house, considering she hadn’t spent much time in it since she was a little girl. But memory was a rather strange thing. With a small shrug Andromeda went back to the dining room where Kreacher just materialized food onto the table. 

“Harry went ahead to Nevarah.” Announced Luna, as she flounced into the dining room, with little Teddy on her hip. Her voice was nonchalant and there was a sunny smile on her face. It sounded like she was talking about the weather.

“What?” Andromeda gaped at the young witch, even though she would never admit to such a thing if anyone asked.

Luna shrugged, blond curls bouncing up and down, as she leant down to situate Teddy in his chair. “Well, I was explaining things to him. And he said the Portal Password as soon as I gave it to him.”

Andromeda snorted. “Sounds like Harry.” 

Teddy looked at them and giggled as well. 

Luna chuckled lightly. “Looks like Teddy agrees.”

“Will he be okay?” Asked The Black witch once the amusement died down a bit.

“Oh, certainly.” Luna was quick to agree. “He can be healed there. In addition, he needs to be with his own kind to truly be happy.”

“You sure?”

“I’m not saying it will be perfect at once.” Luna looked into the distance, her eyes gaining a white iridescent shine to them. “But he can have happiness there if he works for it. He can have the family that he craves and he does have relatives there. I’ve seen that much at least. But as anything else, it will require time… and patience… and effort.”

“Harry is so very good with patience and time.” Sarcasm was quite obvious.

“He is at least good with effort.” At this point Luna was not sure if she was trying to reassure herself or Andromeda.

//Raspen’s bedroom. Three days later//

With a tired groan Ashton collapsed backwards onto the pillows and dragged a callused palm down his face. “I’ve not missed this. At all.”

Hien chucked from his place next to him. “This is what comes with a not-full circle.” WIthout a second thought he curled up next to his exhausted Bonded and nuzzled at his neck.

From his place on the bed, Harry just stared in total confusion. He vaguely recalled what happened before he fell asleep, but really, he had more questions than answers. With a slightly worried chirrup, that made him even more confused, the young man stared at the other men that were next to him. 

“Can anyone finally tell me what the Hell is going on?”

A soothing rumble sounded from behind him, as a pair of hands that he hadn’t even noticed before, tightened around his waist and he was sort of dragged back to where he was all but squished between two rather gorgeous men. One had very tanned skin and lovely golden eyes, while the other was much paler in comparison with eyes as dark as night.

“It’s too early, Treasure.” The pale man nuzzled against his throat. “Rest some more.”

Harry sputtered, feeling quite lost for words. A yawn escaped him and he flushed. This was out of his area of expertise. Not a day earlier he was married to Ginny… and now all of the sudden he was in bed with a man… and more than one at that. How was this his life?

Oh, Merlin! GINNY! He shouldn't be in bed with virtual strangers! He was still married! Harry remembered with sudden clarity and started struggling to get out of the hold that just a moment ago seemed so comforting. This was not who he was, he would not let himself stoop down to her level. No way!

Unbeknownst to Harry, his struggles were accompanied by a spike of broadcasted dread, which caused all of his Intended to give him space, while looking at him in mounting worry.

“Treasure, what’s wrong?”

“Harry, talk to us, please!”

People were worried, he knew that much, but Harry could not get out of his racing thoughts. Most days it was as if he was swimming through unending apathy with emotions feeling as if they were small sparks in the distant sky he could never reach. Then there were moments like this. When one single emotion overwhelmed him like a tsunami and he was just as small and as light as a feather caught on the powerful wave. Green eyes closed against the worry he could physically feel coming from the other people in the room. A small whimper left his lips unconsciously. 

“Out.” This one word carried firm, resolute authority in it. “If you cannot control yourselves, then take it outside.” 

Some shuffling was heard, accompanied by low grumbles that were not really whines, but sure sounded close enough. And yet the door remained untouched. 

Riven with his long snow-white hair and kind violet eyes, carefully approached and knelt down in front of the little Submissive. Soft, but calloused palms were placed on the young man’s cheeks as the Mage did his best to project his calm into the room. “Breathe with me, Harry. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” In the privacy of his mind Harry thought he sounded pathetic, but the face that was hovering in front of him did not change at all. 

“Why is it not?” The beautiful voice remained calm and level.

“Ginny.” The name felt bitter on his tongue and made Harry grimace as he said it. 

“And who’s Ginny?” Riven asked, slowly carding his fingers through soft strands of unruly black hair, scratching softly at his skull. “Why is she important?”

Green eyes dulled slightly and looked away from the charming violet orbs he was staring at. Riven was having none of it though, as he slowly used the hand in Harry’s hair to gently tug the barely resisting Sub into his arms. “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on, dear one.”

Harry was not sure if it was calm permeating the air, the kind eyes or the beautiful voice, or perhaps the endearment, but he felt tears sliding down his face. “My wife.” He all but spat out. 

Just two words. But those two words made it seem like time froze. A wife. Their newfound Submissive… had… a wife. Did that mean he had children? What did it mean for their bonding? None of the men present dared ask aloud, but all felt it, for sure. They glanced at each other, feeling very unsure. 

Finally, after what seemed like forever, but in truth was only a breath or two, Brishen came to kneel next to Riven, doing his best to not affect the sealed Empath with his emotions. 

“Do you need us to go and bring her here, little one? Is there anyone else that you’d like to be collected?”

Green eyes abruptly jerked up and met his steady blue gaze. “Bring her here? Ginny?”

Brishen nodded silently, keeping eye contact as one would with a wounded scared animal. 

At last the calm around him finally allowed the grip of panic and dread to retreat for now and he finally felt in control enough to think again. “No, that’s… okay. I do need to file for a divorce though.” It came out as a mumble, but he was heard loud and clear. The words unknowingly caused his soulmates to relax.

“Though I do need to send word to Luna and Andromeda.” Harry grimaced. “I kind of disappeared on them.”

“Disappeared?” Raspen and Hadrian, who had been sitting on the bed with the two sleeping Jokers, joined the conversation.

Harry ducked his head as he realized he was on the floor in front of the bed, having tumbled out in his haste to get away from the unfamiliar people holding him. Dull pain in his ass was also not amazing, but at least he knew for a fact what it was caused by. 

Green eyes were trained on the bite marks on Hadrian’s chest. The young man vaguely recalled that one of them was left by him. It was hazy though, like a faraway dream. Embarrassment filled his voice, as he shared the story. 

Raspen bit into his lip, the urge to chuckle was strong. He could tell though, that their little Submissive would not appreciate that. 

The ACE didn’t bother hiding his amusement though, as he smiled at Harry. “Well we can’t complain since it brought you to us.”

“And that’s what I don’t understand.” Harry mumbled, hiding in Riven’s chest instinctively. The Mage was warm and felt safe. 

“What is it that confuses you, Treasure?” Raspen tilted his head to the side, causing his dark brown hair to glint golden for a moment in the morning sunlight. 

“This.” Harry grunted. “Us. I don’t get it. I’m bad with strangers. I’m naturally weary of people I don’t know. No way would I ever get in bed with someone I don’t know. Much less six someones.” The last part was barely audible with how hard Harry squished his face against Riven’s chest. “And yet you feel safe. As if everything is as it should be.” He started sounding a little annoyed. 

Hadrian slipped off the bed silently and sprawled on the floor next to Harry. Years of being around Mariana had taught him how to be calm no matter what. And now that calm would be very handy. 

“Close your eyes and stay calm.” He instructed. “I will place my fingers against your temples and push the relevant information. You just need to stay calm, keep breathing and tell me if something hurts, though it should not.” 

Harry nodded automatically. He was used to orders. And orders like these, that were not harmful and very straightforward, were easy for him to understand and follow through. Still. The notion of getting knowledge just by touching someone would have left Hermione scandalized. One pale hand rose and soon was pressed against the much larger and darker hand palm to palm. 

For a moment Harry could keep up with the onslaught of information being shoved into his head and then he gave up keeping track and just waited for things to settle as everything just became a blur.

Riven gave the ACE an exasperated glance as he gathered the Submissive into his arms and carried the too light young man back to bed where Raspen instantly snuggled Harry between himself and then two sleeping Jokers. “Which part of ‘magic sensitive’ slipped your mind?”

Hadrian cleared his throat. Sheepish was as adorable a look on his face as it was odd. “I didn’t expect him to be this sensitive. I know a few magic sensitive people, but none of them are this sensitive.”  

The ACE positioned himself on the other side of the sleeping Jokers and studied them carefully. The three Jokers were the only other Gheyo in the Circle beside him and he’d never met even one of them. These two he’d at least heard about now and then, but the Phoelix was a total mystery. His black eyes drifted down to where the blue eyed man had leant back to rest against the bed keeping the door clearly in sight. If nothing else, the power he exuded was easy to sense, this made the ACE more relaxed.

//at the Burrow, with Molly//

Harry Potter was a Dragel. Objectively, and Molly was determined to be objective here, she could almost see it. She’s known Harry since the man was eleven. And she had wondered more than once about the change that happened to him. Like many others, she assumed that it was due to war trauma. But an inheritance breaking through did make sense. She thought about George and her other children. Dumbledore was the one who suggested the three-fold bindings for her own children. So it was not that far out of question for him to seal Harry as well. Especially since there would have been no parent or guardian to tell the old Headmaster ‘no’. 

Harry being a Dragel though, meant that his marriage to Ginny was over. Like Ron and Percy, her daughter had refused to unseal her inheritance and it was fine by Molly. Arthur was a little sad, for he was sure that at least one of them would have become Torvak, but their family survived the crisis. And it was admittedly much easier now, when she didn’t need to hide such a big part of herself from her husband.

“I’m off to work, Mom.” Ginny shouted as she rushed out of the door, her ginger hair flowing behind her like a cloud.

It looked like either her daughter had convinced herself that things would work out, or perhaps she actually fell out of love with Harry. Molly privately hoped it was the second one, even though she surely knew her daughter well enough to know that there was a snowball’s chance in Hell of that. Ginny seemed to be a pitbull with the things she considered hers. They were hers even if she didn’t care about them. Some days Molly wondered where on Earth that temper came from, it surely wasn’t from her.