Chapter 5
Lucius swallowed heavily, his mind already going through dozens of scenarios. The bonds of his fellow mates rippled with anxiety, fear, and anger. He could already just imagine what thoughts were going on in their heads.
Because they were the same thoughts as his own. He was absolutely terrified his submissive might end up rejecting him. It didn't help that his son was someone who never shut up about how terrible the young Potter boy was; he and Severus. The thought of listening to their incessant rants again made his teeth grind on edge. Just the idea of them saying anything foul about Harry made Lucius want to rage.
His entire body filled with dread at the thought of his son finding out that their legion's heart was Harry Potter, of all people.
Lucius purses his lips before he decides to rip off the metaphorical bandaid, and he opens the mental link he had between his alpha and top dominant.
Immediately, a wave of what Lucius could only describe as solely Felidor floods his brain. It was warm yet cool, safe yet overwhelming. The feeling was the presence of his most dominant mate.
Felidor was genuinely the most powerful being Lucius had ever seen in his life, and that was saying something, considering the power of his multiple soulmates. If the man didn't control his magic output, Felidor would have waves and waves of magic clinging to his body, causing most wixen to cower at his feet. It was a threatening yet beautiful display of power that awed Lucius every single time he saw it.
The second the link was made, Lucius drooped a bit. Felidor was highly annoyed, worried, and irritated. Like the rest of his mates, they probably realized Lucius and Newt had found their heart and were hyper-tuned to their sides of the bond. And he wasn't feeling his best at all right now. He didn't even want to peek at his beloved Newt's bond yet. His red flower was awkward, cute, and simply adorable. Lucius had a hard time simply not bundling up his mate and keeping Newt with him everywhere he went. His Newt was an anxious fluffball of nerves and love, and seeing their heart so scared and tense with them must've hurt a lot more than he was letting on.
Lucius could also just tell it was going to be worse with his precious heart, who was still so young and was a marvel to behold. He'd been bewitched the second those green, green eyes had met his own. He'd be threatening unmated dominants now until the end of time he just knew it.
" Lucius? Where are you? Where is our heart?" Felidor demands, voice stern. The bond between them thrummed with intensity. The man's mere presence was enough to intimidate anyone. He had no need to raise his voice.
"I'm with him right now-"
Lucius sighs when the link cuts off, and almost immediately, waves of magic start to incorporate into a tiny ball. It was electrifying as Felidor portals his way to Lucius' side, forcing his way through. There was nowhere Felidor couldn't have access to with magic as powerful as his. And since he had a complete bond with every one of his mates, he was able to find them anywhere in the universe and port to their side. The only one at risk right now was their heart, and he knew Felidor would much rather die than have a single hair displaced on their submissive's head.
Lucius stares up at his alpha dominant silently. The man wasn't from Earth and came from a whole other world, which one could imagine when you took in the light gold and azure armor the seven-foot man wore, with all sorts of weapons adorning him. The very armor he wore was probably more expensive than anything Lucius had ever owned in his life. A massive magical blade was strapped to his side. A cursed blade that Felidor only used when he was in dire need of it. It was a sword Lucius had only seen Felidor use once, and that was back when the Dark Lord had attempted to break into Malfoy Manor a couple months ago, and his mates had all gathered to fight off the intruder.
Lucius was panicking heavily, and it seemed that his mate was able to gather that from their shared bond. Enormous, muscular arms wrap around him, pulling Lucius into his arms. "Is our submissive safe?" Felidor asks, and Lucius turns to look over in the direction of the group. He had walked quite the distance away to communicate with his mate, but Harry remained in his line of sight. His instincts would never allow otherwise. The fact that Newt was with their heart was all that was stopping Lucius from actually going feral.
"Our submissive is Harry Potter. He is underage; fifteen turning sixteen," Lucius calculates, knowing that his own Draco was older than their heart was, "Newt has him. He panicked when he saw Harry try to run and now has him in a fae embrace. It is seeming to calm our submissive down," Lucius explains, cringing a bit at their terrible handling of the situation. In no way, shape, or form should a submissive fear their mates enough to want to run away…. or end up halfway to a panic attack as their Harry had.
Lucius was just relieved no one had been rejected yet. He didn't think that relief would remain for long. Not if what he feared would happen with his Draco and Draco's friends.
Felidor's eyes flicker slightly with recognition, "The boy who vanquished that mutilated, self-proclaimed Dark Lord a few weeks ago?" He questions, revealing how much Felidor had actually despised the Dark Lord. Felidor was a man of few words, so Lucius could tell he was out of sorts with finding their heart so suddenly. It hadn't been expected at all.
Newt had been the first mate Lucius had ever found, and he had been one of the reasons behind his divorce with Narcissa.
They usually came to this restaurant on Fridays, just them alone, to have a date. With so many mates, it was vital that each of them spent as much time with one another alone as well as in groups and all together. As they were dominant mates, they were in charge of protecting their submissive and any children they were to have. Their cooperation and fighting prowess depended on how well they got along. He and Newt were definitely not expecting to find their heart here, of all places.
Lucius nods at Felidor's words, moving slightly closer to his mate, who, in turn, plants a gentle kiss on the top of his head as the older man thinks hard about the topic. Lucius could see when it had begun to click in his mate's mind.
The way Draco treated Harry would be certainly unacceptable to Felidor, who had been waiting centuries for his submissive, his heart. And they had no clue how Blaise and Theodore would react to having Harry Potter as a submissive, either.
"Hmmm, I see the issue then," His voice was low, and it vibrated deep in his chest. The man towered over Lucius himself, and thinking of how small Harry would look beside Felidor made the edges of his mouth twitch up in delight. Their beloved beta and second dominant Auriel would be taking pictures left, right, and center.
"What's so funny, darling?" Felidor asks, hand running absentmindedly through Lucius' hair. Lucius was glad for the privacy wards that came to Felidor, so naturally, he placed them up whenever his mates wanted privacy. No one but the mates in his legion were permitted to see him like this.
"Our heart is adorable," Lucius tells Felidor, who softens instantly at the mention of their submissive.
"Of course, he is," Felidor states, like there was no way their submissive could be anything other than perfect. "Is he overwhelmed? Shall we take him home immediately, or shall we remain patient," He asks a second later and Lucius could tell he was eager to finally meet their heart. Lucius sensed Felidor was tense and anxious from the bonds they had between them. He didn't think he'd be able to tell if there wasn't that warm, thrumming bond under his ribs. Felidor was just so professional all of the time. It worried him sometimes how in control his mate had to be.
Lucius pauses, his expression showing just how hesitant he was.
"Is there an issue?" Felidor questions, always available to solve any problems of his legion mates.
"Harry got a tad overwhelmed when he realized I was his mate." Lucius admits, the pain evident on his face and in the tone of his voice. “He thinks I'm a Death Eater." Lucius' mouth was dry, and he chokes a bit on his words, "He doesn't trust me at all," He swallows, eyes trained on his mate's face. Felidor's stunning violet eyes shutter a bit at the pain he could feel coming from Lucius. He purses his lips, holding Lucius tighter in an attempt to offer comfort.
"We'll provide the truth, anything to make our heart feel safe. He'll admire what you've done for the war, you'll see." Felidor states, a matter of fact. He wasn't telling lies to comfort Lucius; he never would after all, and the truthful manner he spoke eased his turmoil and soothed his inner Veela.
Felidor thinks for a second and then sighs, "Harry will likely then feel unsafe around Antonin as well," Felidor's lips twist in thought. "We'll just have to help our heart adjust. Anything he needs, he will have," Lucius smiles at that, nodding instantly. Anything for their heart. Lucius would do anything.
Submissives were treasured. They were rarer compared to dominants and were gifts from Lady Magic herself. A submissive joined and linked their mates together in a way that Lucius had heard was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. A submissive's magic was gentler and more potent than a dominant's and could soothe them in a way no one else would be able to.
A dominant only got one submissive, and that was it. They would be the match to their very soul, soulmates, essentially. Lady Magic matched dominants and submissives carefully. It was why some dominants waited centuries for their submissive. Felidor himself had waited almost three hundred years for his submissive, not to mention their third dominant and gamma, Thranduil. The high elf had waited nearly seven centuries for his submissive. It had taken three centuries for Thranduil to find one of his fellow dominant mates to soothe his loneliness.
He would love Harry. Adore him.
They all would. Lucius just hoped Harry wouldn't reject his son, Blaise, and Theo, and even himself for his negligence in reeling in the child he loved too much, whom he ended up spoiling.
"You won't force him to the manor will you Felidor? He could reject us because of it, he's much too scared." Lucius was desperate, hands clinging to Felidor's arms that held his mate firmly. "Draco has said terrible things about Harry, and the actions he's taken, I ignored them, seeing it as nothing more than a fight between children and I fear we might get rejected because of it," Lucius says, knowing he was being selfish for dumping all this on Felidor when their heart was right there. But Lucius was almost blind from fear.
A dominant only got one submissive mate, and sometimes their submissive wasn't as kind, or things just didn't work out between the two, but a rejected bond was known to rot and wither at the soul of the rejected mate. It was torture. Only around five percent of rejected mates survived a rejection from a submissive.
It was said the pain was so immense that people would lose their minds from the agony. It wasn't uncommon for mates to go rabid with insanity and then be required to be put down like an animal anyway. However, all rights went to the submissive; they could bond or reject whomever they wanted. Their acceptance was a gift. In some worlds, a submissive wouldn't even have to bond to their soulmates; they could bond to whoever they wanted.
It was actually quite rare to have a soul-bonded legion of mates.
Felidor takes it all in silently for a moment, tapping into the bond to comprehend the depth of Lucius' fear. "If he is scared, I will protect him as silently as a shadow. I would never force my submissive into anything he didn't want to do." Felidor states firmly, "Harry is my absolute priority. We shall discuss Draco's actions with him at a later point. But I will not have my heart feeling unsafe among his own soulmates." Felidor continued; his eyes unrelenting.
Lucius relaxes. That was alright. It would be okay, then. Everything would be fine with his alpha here now.
His mate smiles, a light chuff coming from him. His eternally ethereal violet eyes were so understanding that a tight ball of agony formed in Lucius' chest. He didn't deserve this man. "I will fix anything that is wrong. I am here," Felidor soothes. He remains sadly amused as he plants another gentle kiss on the crown of Lucius' head. But then untwines from Lucius, grabbing his little mate's hand in a move that was as protective as it was an order.
Felidor made his intentions quite evident as they strode towards where their heart was lying in an almost meditative state, pliant on Newt's shoulder. Felidor tore through the wards silently, and his eyes found the source of his eternal torment, love, aching, and longing. Harry's head was buried into the crook of Newt's neck, and Newt looked enthralled, cheeks red with happiness and an endearing smile on his lips that wouldn't go away.
Sparkling hazel eyes meet his, and Felidor softens, placing an appreciation kiss on the top of Newt's head. The younger dominant preens with a lovely grin, and Harry grumbles at the new scent, burrowing deeper and closer to his mate, who was safe and would care for him.
The precious - so so precious - bundle Newt was holding made something tense in Felidor unwind and eternally soften. And he just knew. He belonged heart, soul, blood, and mind to this tiny submissive, his submissive… his heart.
Newt had managed to calm their mate into a meditative state, one only a dominant was able to ease a panicking younger mate, usually a lower dominant or their submissive, into when they were uncontrollable, frightened, panicked, angered, or emotional in general.
"Shall we go head to one of the manors?" Lucius asks gently, eyes unmoving from Harry's form.
"No, Harry will be terrified if he wakes up in an unfamiliar area." Newt shakes his head, almost desperate. "We should take him to his own house, and talk to him there."
Felidor hums a bit, understanding where Newt was coming from. He did have the most experience with their submissive so far, so Felidor nods. "Alright we can do that then," He nods.
A little blonde girl hums from beside him, and the three of them nearly jump out of their skins because not one of them could sense her, and that was especially worrying, considering Felidor's strength and actual age.
"My chosen brother would do better if he wakes up in Potter manor," Her voice was light and airy but remained firm. As in, there was no other choice for them.
"Luns, are you taking them to Harry's?" Ron muses, eyeing the three strangers warily. Luna hums an affirmative and Ron stares at her for a second.
She gives him a firm nod, answering the worried question in his eyes. His shoulders instantly relax from their tense state, and Ron heads towards Hermione, Ginny, and Neville, who were discussing the events of the night.
"Hurt him and we come for you," Neville points to them, eyes firm. Felidor felt a wave of amusement for these children attempting to threaten him and his mates. It was the honorable thing to do, however, and Felidor appreciated that his little heart had people who cared so soundly about his safety. He wasn't even going to begin to talk about the tiny, blonde girl beside him. Anyone who could bypass his magic and senses like that had to be powerful, and the unknown variable was making him wary. Although the girl had called herself his heart's sister, she would be an asset as opposed to being a danger.
Luna eyes them before holding out her hand to Newt, "I will apparate us; Fawkes will have to let us in," She says, and it makes both his younger mates stagger in shock.
"Fawkes lives with Harry?" Newt, ever the curious sort, states in awe. Luna hums her agreement, simply holding out her hand.
"Heiress Lovegood, you're fourteen aren't you? I don't think I trust you to apparate us all without splinching yourself," Lucius states, and the blonde girl raises an eyebrow before scoffing.
"Since when did a child's age mean anything to you people," Her voice was cold, and her eyes were even more frigid. "Don't act all self-sacrificing and concerned now Lord Mafoy, not when you've never cared about anything but your name and your son up until now. The safety of strange children was never one of your regards," Luna's words were firm even if they did cause Lucius to flinch slightly, his hurt hidden under his practiced cold persona.
Her startling eyes meet Felidor's, and he saw something other in their depths. Ah. A Noble Seer. He had only ever met one before, and he'd never forgotten the experience. Noble Seers were hand-picked and chosen by Lady Magic and Lady Fate to guard and defend the future. And one was chosen so close to his heart. He didn't know whether it was something he should be wary of or be grateful for.
"Noble Lovegood, we will follow your demands," He muses sternly, "But do not insult my bonded," He warns the little Seer.
Her eyes glow slightly, more bluish, much more purple than usual, and then a light, almost mindless smile makes its way onto her lips.
"As you wish Noble Dragon Prince," She retorts him lightly, making him blink in surprise, and then she holds out her hands, "Let us depart," She orders.
Felidor takes the time to reinforce the magic around the young girl, his two mates, and his heart. He informs his mates of his actions, to which they instantly relax at the confirmation of safety.
Then the three were all touching the young girl's sleeve, and there was a stomach-wrenching heartbeat before they stood outside of a large manor with more wards on it than Felidor really expected. It was as impressive as it was concerning. His soulmate had experience in protecting himself.
His submissive had felt the need to hide behind wards like this. He didn't like what connotations that might actually have.
How had his heart gotten his hands on phoenix-made wards? He wasn't too sure. But he was intrigued. Phoenixes were the rarest of creatures, and they were extremely powerful and treasured. It was rare enough to find one Phoenix in the many worlds he had traveled to, but it seemed like this Phoenix had found them. In his own home world, there were only four known Phoenixes, and they were protected to the highest degree of the law.
Felidor despised traveling using wizarding methods. He much preferred his own magic. It was gentler, and it wouldn't have startled their heart into rousing, with fluffy hair, confused bleary, emerald eyes, and a massive pout that was almost too adorable for words.
"Harry," The blonde girl smiles up at his heart, and Harry utterly beams at the girl. Felidor's instincts ease at the confirmation that his heart knew this girl. Felidor could tell he was going to be putty in the hands of his submissive. That smile and those eyes- he was in trouble.
Felidor wouldn't have it any other way, though.
"Luna, hi!" He blinks, startled, and then turns to stare at Newt in something of shock and embarrassment, "Uh, hello," He manages, going a dark red, causing the girl to snort, rolling her eyes.
"Only you Harry Potter, I swear," She grumbles and gestures for Newt to place Harry on the ground. His mate frowns at that, holding onto Harry tighter and causing the blush to nearly double on Harry's face. Felidor purses his lips against a smile when Harry decides to hide his face in the crook of Newt's neck, burrowing deeper into Newt's kind and protective embrace.
Luna gives them a very much exasperated look. "Harry, call Fawkes, please; he needs to let your soulmates into the manor," She states, and Harry looks at her warily.
"Are you sure?" He asks, and there seems to be a quiet discussion going on between them before Harry sighs and, then, a second later, the wards flicker with a wave of fire red, and the blonde girl steps through the wards, motioning for them to follow after her.
They entered the house, and Felidor instantly sent out a wave of his own magic, surrounding his heart's home in protective wards of his own creation. He'd need more time to put up the more heavy-duty wards, but for now, this was enough.
The house was much too barren. That was what Feldior thought when they first stepped into their heart's home.
Felidor felt his heart give a slight twinge when he stared at the empty rooms, with furniture covered in large grey tarps. The house looked unlived in except for a couple rooms: the living room, the kitchen, and a couple of bedrooms- guest rooms if Felidor was assuming correctly.
Luna settles them in the living room, and Newt gently sits in one of the armchairs, Harry turns in his arms, giving Newt his back and gazing at Lucius and Felidor with confusion. Harry leans back slightly, and Newt tucks the little submissive under his chin, his arms wound tightly around his waist. Felidor tries not to smile at the obvious comfort Harry felt at being in Newt's arms.
His bonded was so euphoric in his happiness, it was contagious. Felidor ignores Lucius' jealousy because if he looked at his blonde brat's pout for too long, he'd end up in heaves of laughter.
His eyes were kind but trained on the emerald gaze of his submissive.
Harry was staring soundly at the eldest dominant in the room with wide, surprised eyes.
Harry stares up at the humongous man who had just appeared and couldn't help but stare, fighting to not gape like an idiot. Because his dominant mate was utterly massive and almost twice the height of Harry himself. He wouldn't be surprised if he was told his dominant mate was a half-giant like Hagrid was.
Harry didn't seem too scared, and the twinge of anxiety in Felidor's chest eased at the raw curiosity in Harry's gaze. He steps forward, eyes soft as he kneels before his submissive.
"Pulchra es anima mea [You are absolutely stunning]," Felidor tells him before he was gently grasping both of Harry's wrists, planting a gentle kiss on his heart's wrists. Harry seems to go a bright red, but his eyes were trained on Felidor as if in a trace. Felidor moves forward, almost cracking a smile at the blatant curiosity on his heart's face.
Felidor plants a gentle kiss on Harry's left eyelid and then his right, and then a single kiss on his forehead before sitting back on his knees and planting a last kiss on Harry's right hand before staring up at Harry, who was stunned in place, cheeks a rosy red.
“My name is Felidor Drakkonen. It is an honor to finally meet you," Felidor finally smiles at his submissive who blinks out of his shock. Harry swallows down his shock, eyeing his dominant soulmate curiously.
"I am honoured too," Harry whispers out because something inside him was warm and fuzzy at the sight of his enormous dominant male, who invoked such feelings of safety, he didn't know what to do with it all. Never in his life had he felt as safe as he did surrounded by his dominant mates, mostly Felidor though, and Newt.
Apparently, his instincts had claimed Newt as his own the moment Newt had enveloped Harry in his arms and into the safety of Newt's stunning wings.
"May I?" Felidor holds his arms out towards Harry, and Harry goes instantly, arms winding around Felidor's neck. He was lifted so easily that Harry was a tad concerned he'd notice how light he was and then start asking questions. Harry despised nothing more than questions. Sure, his friends had their misgivings and thoughts and guesses about Harry's home life. But no one knew. No one knew the depths of what Harry had gone through, and Harry was going to keep it like that.
The humongous man smiles at him as he settles Harry down beside him. Harry understood that Felidor had just scented him; his head had laid in the crook of Harry's neck, and he just breathed a little. Harry's face had never been as red as it was right now.
Harry stares between the men in his room, almost a bit disbelieving. Newt Scamander and Lucius Malfoy's prestige, age, and magical prowess aside, Felidor himself looked as if he'd been doused in the sun; his magic shone that bright. Harry had never seen magic that strong ever. Harry considered his friends very powerful wixen, and even among them, Dumbledore, Riddle, and even Grindelwald- Felidor was much more powerful than all of them combined.
Harry wondered if Felidor's last name was indicative of the creature inheritance he had.
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry tells him cautiously, and Newt smiles.
"We know Harry," Newt says, amused, from his spot beside Harry. He'd placed a hand gently on Harry's left wrist, needing to have some semblance of connection to his heart.
Harry purses his lips at that, but his eyes narrow a bit; his gaze flickered to Lucius once and then back again to stare at his clenched fists in his lap. "Well, what exactly do you know of me," He pushes back against the two men, shoving himself deeper into his couch, staring at them warily.
Felidor eyes his submissive more carefully, seeing the way he'd closed off instantly. "We've only heard rumours, my heart-" Felidor tries not to smile at the bright blush on Harry's face at his words, "-and I never take much stock in rumours," Felidor states calmly and firmly, refusing to allow Lucius or Newt to say anything first and destroy the tentative trust Harry had developed for them.
Harry hums at that, still cautious, but the tension in his shoulders seems to be decreasing slightly. "How many mates do I actually have?" He asks, head turning to Felidor, looking to him to give him a solid answer because the other two thought him too fragile to deal with the truth. As if he hadn't been dealing with devastating truths his entire life.
Felidor tilts his head slightly, ignoring the panic in his bonds with Newt and Lucius. Harry's eyes were hard, and his jaw was set.
Ah.
This was a test of sorts. Well, Felidor belonged heart, soul, and body to his submissive, and what Harry wanted, he would always get.
He was worried- of course he was. Fifteen was much too young for a submissive to inherit. Especially one with twelve mates like Harry had.
But Felidor would love him and guide him regardless. He'd support his submissive. Whatever he needed.
"Including us three, there are twelve dominant mates in your legion," Felidor states calmly, and Harry blinks before forcing himself to inhale sharply, seeing as he'd forgotten to breathe for a whole couple of seconds.
"I see," Harry manages to say, his throat closing in upon itself. He swallows harshly, clenching his fingers tightly in his lap. He wished Luna would hurry up with the tea already. He needed an interruption so they would stop staring at him.
Thankfully, Luna always knew best, and she arrives not even a second into Harry's mental plea. Her smile was serene, and mugs of tea followed after her, with Dobby and Winky arguing with Luna over who would serve the tea.
He'd taken in the two house elves after they'd told him in a no-nonsense voice that they'd pass away if they weren't bonded to a family. And, Harry had magic to spare so he didn't mind giving Winky and Dobby a home with him. He preferred doing much of the work around the house himself, which was why it was so barren even after a couple weeks of him living here.
They'd be cleaning it up more as the summer continued. Dobby and Winky had been working on keeping all six of them alive basically throughout their time at Hogwarts, and Harry appreciated them so much they'd never know just how much Harry adored his little friends.
"Master Harry Potter sir!" Dobby flickers into existence, completely ignoring Lucius Malfoy, which Harry finds absolutely hilarious. Harry's lips twitch a bit upwards, and the blonde male simply sighs, moving to sit on an adjacent couch, staring at the proceedings with interest and keen eyes. "Ms. Luna Moon was preparing tea, and Dobby wanted to prepare tea for Master Harry Potter sir," Dobby's ears flopped on his head as he popped out of existence and then reappeared in front of Harry's knees.
Harry smiled, and it was a bright, loving little thing that tugged on his dominant mate's heartstrings.
"Thank you Dobby. But you know Luna loves making tea for her family members, yes?" Harry places a gentle hand on Dobby's head, trying not to grin at the obscure outfit Dobby had deemed okay to wear this time.
His house elf was always trying to be the most extravagant in the room for some reason. Today, Dobby wore red rubber rain boots, with bright neon blue leggings and a bright green leather jacket Sirius must've given him. The thought of Sirius soured Harry's mood a bit, but he could tell everyone but him, Luna and Winky were a bit baffled by Dobby's more eccentric nature.
"Winky, be sorry on Dobby's behalf, Master Harry, sir," Winky scowls at her fellow house elf. Dobby, as always, ignores her completely. Harry was a bit thankful Kreacher was probably too busy restoring Grimmauld Place, which was what Dobby and Winky had been doing before they sensed Luna in the kitchen and popped in to help.
Kreacher would likely threaten the three strangers here with bodily harm.
"Dobby, Winky, these are my guests," Harry ignores the flinch from Newt and Lucius because they were his guests until further notice. Harry would not let his instincts control his mind. He refused. He introduces each of the three as Luna plops the tea on the dining room table, much too loudly and a little bit threateningly. '
Felidor was the only one other than Harry, who looked amused at the blonde girl.
"Harry, Hermione wants me to remind you that Grynfindor's basilisk infused sword is right in the corner." Luna grins, and it's all teeth with no fear, "Just in case,"
Newt seemed to have gone a bit into shock, and Lucius was blinking rather slowly. Felidor grinned, eyes looking between the two of them with genuine curiosity.
"Yeah, thanks, Luna," Harry grins at her, and her eyes soften when she hands Harry his own tea, taken black because Harry had never once been offered the chance to choose what he liked to take in his tea, and he'd just gotten used to taking it black.
"Anytime," Luna states and then glares at the three men, "Harry will not be leaving his manor," Luna says firmly, plopping in her favorite armchair, right beside a stunned Lucius, who discretely tries to shimmy away from the teenager and fails at being discrete.
Felidor smiles a bit and nods, "Yes, I realized as much Ms. Lovegood," He muses, "All we want is Harry happy and healthy. He can meet his other dominant mates when he desires." He looks down at Harry with a gentle smile. "We will never pressure you," He vows, and Harry relaxes all the way, his head giving a tiny nod before he begins drinking his tea slowly.
Maybe this wouldn't be too bad.
Harry was hoping so, at least.