blood bound

chapter 30: The Price of Willful Blindness

Harry was not in the least surprised to find himself quickly being led to the dungeons the next time he woke. He knew he was the youngest in their trio and that it made them protective of him in ways that he should be protecting Severus. He also knew that his behavior of late had been interesting for all that he adored the cuddle sessions. Of course finding out that Dumbledore was still trying to manipulate and control him, going so far as to put their bond at risk was extremely irritating. It made his fangs itch with the need to sink into the old goat's throat to do irreparable damage with both fang and venom, possibly even with spell and blade. Harry knew that Voldemort wouldn't let either of them near the Headmaster if he had any choice, not after what happened at Grimmauld place and with the discovery of their status. He sometimes got frustrated with the possessive bastard but unfortunately there was actual cause to implement protective measures despite their displayed competence at keeping themselves alive and intact.

The sound of the iron door slamming shut behind them brought Harry back to the present and the reason they were entering his mate's very special dungeons as his eyes bled red at the thought of them. A quick glance told him that someone had decided to sneak down and play with the three idiots during their nap and cuddle time, either that or his Dark Lord had really nasty wards set up protecting their quarters. A glimpse of Voldemort's satisfied features told him it was probably the latter. That look made Harry want to cuddle up next to Voldemort as he cooed in appreciation for the very effective defense of their family.

"I will have you yet Severus," Lucius muttered quietly, eyes glittering in avarice and malice.

Those words sent something inside Harry's gut to boiling even as he vaguely noticed the minute flinch of Severus' muscles. The little vampire's mouth filled with caustic venom as his fangs dropped half way, stopping just short of piercing his tongue and lower gum line. Everyone saw his eyes shift from the deep blood red they had been ever since the trio left their quarters for the dungeons into a bright poisonous orange. The color shift clearly warned his mates that his basilisk gaze could be unleashed at any moment.

"I'm going to enjoy holding you down and fucking you as you scream," Greyback purred as he approached the bars to their cell with Bellatrix giggling madly as she stared lustfully at Voldemort next to him, to absorbed in watching to make any kind of comment. "I'll have to pluck out those pretty little eyes first so that they don't cause more trouble but we can't have everything."

The Werewolf never saw the crucio aimed at all three of them and the way they went down screaming wasn't nearly as satisfying for the three mates as Voldemort had hoped. In frustration he cut the curse long before he had planned to in favor of pulling both of his mates into his sides and glaring at their captives. Harry nuzzled up under Severus' throat, able to feel the barely there trembling and purred deeply in an attempt to sooth his anchor.

"I never finished bringing you both presents, would you like me to kill them for you? For daring to think they could have us as playthings?" Harry practically cooed into their ears, his bloodlust and fury at the three moaning piles of flesh running high.

"How? You're controlling the bloodlust," Severus muttered in astonishment. "Not even the oldest of us has this kind of control so deep within the bloodlust."

"I need to protect the baby and my anchor," Harry told them brightly, rubbing Severus' tummy lightly before leaving them both standing there dumbfounded clutching each other as he stalked towards the cell. He was glad that one of the house elves had left his wand on their dresser for him, though the note had said it had been returned by one of the Weasleys.

Harry took a moment to ponder what he was going to do to the idiots who had tried to separate him from his mates. He wanted them to suffer but he also knew that once they were done chastising them they would die. A flick of his wand had them each chained to the stone wall in transfigured metal cuffs at the back of the cell, a second flick had the door swinging open granting him entrance. Voldemort growled and hesitated, torn between following and staying with a probably pregnant Severus to protect him and the baby he would be carrying. Harry didn't give him a choice, slamming the metal door of the cell behind him as he glided across the cell to stand before the three moaning idiots.

"What are you going to do Potter? Cry on us?" Lucius sneered, having recovered a bit from the over powered crucio. The bright toothy smile had him wondering if he should have ignored Dumbledore's promise of half the Potter holdings, Severus permanently his slave, and a full pardon for any past transgressions that may have occurred.

Harry hummed happily as his orange eyes brightened a shade, coming closer to the deadly basilisk yellow. A charm to increase sensation hit them each in turn, changing the feel of their clothes from the normal comfortable presence to that of rough sandpaper. The softly rounded metal edges of the transfigured cuffs feeling like serrated knives attached to the edge of pumice stone as it bit into the over-sensitized flesh of their naturally sensitive wrists. All three gave off soft cries of shock, pain, and startlement.

"Lets see, both you and Draco are seriously protective of your hair which makes me wonder if you have creature blood and your hair is connected to it or sensitive," Harry said brightly, choosing to ignore the other two for the moment after having cast silencing charms at them so they wouldn't interrupt. The sudden fear in Lucius' eyes told him he was on the right track. He hoped his mates would enjoy the vicious show as he protected not only their mateship but the baby he could tell Severus was already carrying.

"You know nothing," Lucius snarled in a combination of hate and terror.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly before casting a hair lengthening charm that was normally only slightly painful. Lucius cried out in agony as it felt like hot wire was being drawn from each pore of his scalp. By the time the charm had run its course the blond was hanging limply from his chains, obviously exhausted. An extra twist of Harry's wrist on the hair cutting charm had Lucius instantly shaved down to the scalp as magic sparked from his hair and he passed out from the pain of having his creature side wrenched out of him.

"Is it a bad thing that I'm hard and want him to take me hard and fast after watching that?" Severus whispered into Voldemort's ear only to listen to their Dominant bite back his own moan of lust and clutch him tighter to his side.

When they looked again at what Harry was doing Bellatrix was bleeding from every single finger and toe. Severus could tell that the nails and nail beds had been ripped from the screaming woman. When she spat in his face Harry just looked at her, eyes a shade closer to yellow before simply ripping her head from her body with brute strength and dropping it at the feet of her corpse. Greyback, seeing what Harry had done to his cell mates, fought the chains but was unable to dodge the spells sent his way from the by now very obviously angry living vampire.

"I would have just killed you and been done with it but Sev's scent changed after we took the potions antidote and I can't have you killing my baby by keeping us apart," Harry informed the feral werewolf. "Those spells I just hit you with will slowly turn every single drop of your blood to silver, ending with your brain so that you can feel every last agonizing moment. You'll be dead by the time the sun sets. Normally the curse is used on animals already in a potion induced slumber so they feel no pain when the curse kills them and the students can map the veins of whatever they're studying for their Care of Magical Creatures Mastery. I'm not heartless so if you can drink every last drop of Lucius' blood within the next two hours it will slow down the blood-silver curse for a week. Don't come near me or my mates again."

Another flick of his wrist allowed Harry to leave the cell and rejoin his shocked highly aroused mates. Severus stopped Harry from freeing Greyback within the once more secure cell to try and drink Lucius dry even as a spell from Voldemort flew from his wand to kill the blond. Voldemort hustled them out of the dungeons and back towards their rooms as he barked out a command to a house elf to burn the bodies once Greyback finally died, scattering their ashes into the sea. Narcissa and Molly never managed to catch them out of their rooms to tell them about the final wedding plans that day, nor indeed were they seen for a good week afterwards.