Withering to Death

Chapter 16

Harry sighed as he leaned against the wall that the door to the Room of Requirement stood. Beside him, just as bored as he was, was his Uncle Rabastan. The halls were clear at the moment, and even though both were unconcerned with being found, it was relieving not having to ask for back up when the last perpetrations for the up coming battle were going on in said room.

"Are you excited, Uncle?"

He received a grunt and his lips twitched into a playful smile.

"Aw, is my beloved Uncle Rab bored?"

His uncle glared at him mockingly but even he was hard pressed not to smile. Gently he smacked his nephew on the arm. He, like many of the others of Harry's extended family, was thrilled about the new additions. And like the others, he was equally worried for Harry's, and the triplets' safety. That on top of being ecstatic over the battle that would be taking place hours from now had set many on edge, him included.
Sighing, he absently reached out and placed a calm hand on his nephew's bulging stomach. He was so proud of Harry. So thankful.

"Yes, I'm excited, young wolf. And yes. At the moment I am bored."

Harry's silver- green orbs widened at the concern but he smiled. It was something he was still getting used to. This everyone-caring-about-him thing. It was still a surprising thing to him that his mates even cared. No one, maybe except his older mate and his aniki, could know just how much it all meant to him. Crossing his arms over his chest, Harry blew a lock of his now shortened hair from his face. It now curved around his face in layered unruly cuts.
He still looked stunning. Added with the natural pregnant glow, he was an absolutely beautiful sight.

"I hope everything goes alright. I want this over with so that I can have my babies in a safer world." Harry remarked, his eyes somewhat distant. Rabastan nodded his agreement.

"Don't worry, nephew. If I have to kill them myself, all who harmed you will perish tonight so that you, your children, and your mates can live full lives." The younger Lestrange vowed.

Harry nodded and they stayed together in a companionable silence until the door opened and Draco stepped out, along with Severus, Tom, and half a dozen death eaters. Harry stepped away from the door and was immediately embraced by his brother.

"So?"

"They are in my dungeons. Lucius and Narcissa are guarding them so that you may kill them after all this is done."

Harry nodded.

"And Neville? Luna? The Twins?"

Draco smirked.

"Those few who were loyal but wished to remain neutral are at the manor."

"Who stayed?"

Severus rolled his eyes and stepped aside, revealing the Weasley Twins. Harry smiled softly as their grins widened.

"Hello brother dear-"

"It's been so awful-"

"-lonely without you-"

"-so we thought we'd help you-"

"-you know to keep you safe and all."

Harry snorted.

"I'll be safe. Uncle Rab is watching me in Sev's rooms. You just want an excuse to curse your classmates who laughed at your ideas, your family who blatantly dismissed you as being stupid because you like pranks, and the headmaster for fucking with my life."

He was rewarded with twin smirks of dark glee as well as a thorough kiss on the lips from both. Which earned them a heated moan from Harry (who seemed to be in a constant state of hour invests now), and growls of irritation from Tom, Severus, and Draco. When the twins stepped back, Harry whimpered and then cried out suddenly as his lops and neck were simultaneously assaulted with possessive nips and kisses by his mates. The Twins smirked and shivered as they watched Harry get ravished by his mates. Even the other Death Eaters present had a hard time looking away or not feeling aroused. Tome noticed their looks of lust and snorted.