blood bound

chapter 29: A Wish for the Future

The door to their rooms swung shut behind them with Harry still trussed up and hanging over Voldemort's shoulder, grumbling quietly at the indignity but not protesting his Dominant's right to do so. He knew perfectly well that he was in trouble for wandering around without his wand and letting Greyback get the jump on him. Being tossed onto the bed still trussed like a thanksgiving turkey and quickly cuddled by both his mates wasn't altogether unexpected but it did remind the petite vampire that they cared. They had probably been scared when they had found him missing and Harry never wanted to worry them like that.

"I've managed to identify the potion that someone keeps slipping into our food," Severus said after over an hour of silent cuddling. "Its been slowly suppressing our bond which is why the all consuming rage at Greyback, Lucius, and Bellatrix hasn't hit. The advantage is that we were not prevented from plotting our revenge and using the effects to assist with keeping our tempers in check and heads cool. The elf responsible escaped but was seen by the other elves wearing the Dumbledore family crest. It would explain why he thought that he could simply take Harry at Grimmauld place a few days ago."

"Is there an antidote?" Voldemort asked quietly, lightly smacking a wriggling Harry still tied up lying between the two older males so that he would quit moving.

"Yes, I'd just finished brewing it when you alerted me to Harry's disappearance," Severus informed them almost sheepishly, quickly summoning an elf with three doses which were quickly consumed. Harry was annoyed at having to be fed the potion but didn't protest since it didn't look like they'd be letting him free of the magical ropes anytime soon.

"Severus, we know that you enter your own little world when brewing," Harry scolded in fond exasperation, wriggling in his bonds again all the while wishing he could pounce on his anchor. He eventually decided that rolling into Severus' side and purring in a comforting fashion would have to suffice and quickly executed his plan to roll on top of the slightly trembling Damphyr.

Voldemort snorted in amusement at Harry effectively trapping a surprised Severus underneath him despite being wrapped in magical ropes. He scooted closer to them and held them both close, enjoying the feel of having them in his arms. The sound of Harry's stomach grumbling had them both chuckling as the small vampire looked disgruntled only for Voldemort to adjust their positions so that Harry could take blood from either of their necks.

"Drink," Voldemort ordered. Harry quickly and eagerly complied, loving the taste of his mate's blood while enjoying what he saw as a reprieve from punishment.

"I'm ready," Harry said quietly after having taken several mouthfuls of blood from each of them, still not bothering to truly fight his bonds.

"Ready for what?" Voldemort asked cautiously immediately on alert at Harry's resigned tone.

"For my punishment?" Harry half asked in a small voice. Severus didn't say anything, still trapped beneath Harry and knowing that as the Dominant Voldemort was in charge of discipline for their small family.

"Oh, brat, no one remembers their wand all of the time. Which is why most buy a wand holster or keep it up a sleeve or in a special pocket," Voldemort said with a wry chuckle of fond amusement. "If I were truly angry I would have punished you the moment we were safely back in our rooms. You did very well to escape Greyback but this shows that I haven't laid down firm rules or the punishments for them as I should have. No, you are not in trouble, not this time."

"Then why am I still tied up?!" Harry demanded suddenly indignant at his trussed state, causing both of his mates break into quiet yet relieved laughter.