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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N~ Thank you for all the reviews... and here is another anitcipated chapter, though Christmas is not finished yet... one more for christmas...it is a busy day...lol
Meechypoo - I do like a bit of comedy...Yes George was unfortunate in the future... I was so saddened, but without his twin, who could really say... it was heartbreaking. This chapter will prove, I don't follow most other author's usual path of using Peter for Sirius' gain... And Yes Harry and Kreacher's gifts...AWESOME...
djaddict - what no nitpicks? that's ok I found a few of my own in a re-read and edited...lol.. Of course you "see" what happens with the book...in this chapter no less...I really like to showcase Harry and Draco as a part of a whole. Severus and Sirius are the opposite with a dominant portrayal... thought here is a bit of an interesting twist here in this chapter, Severus questions...The tree does have meaning, as does the location, more comes from that in later chapters, but you should understand part of the tree in this chapter
ChaosLady - Thank you so much, yes George was disturbing, but completely understandable. Yes it was Pettigrew... keep reading...
delia cerrano - Thank you, it surprises me too... just when I think I hit a wall on the direction, they mess around in my head and throw me for a loop, ususally a very interesting one...
slmncpm - Thank you for the review...Enjoy this chapter then... and witness the power...
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Chapter 16 - Witnesses to the Power of Fate
Harry stared at the rat, and then he looked to Sirius. The man was staring just as hard as he was. “Draco…” Harry called, his voice breaking as he reached out one hand, needing to find a balance, an anchor before his emotions broke him. Draco’s hand was in his own instantly. Something inside Harry settled, and his mind could focus on the job at hand. Gaia and the book were preparing him for this moment.
Earlier when he sought out answers, Harry had stood at the desk in his room, staring at the book. The leather of the tome seemed darker somehow, and the smell of unseen ink filtered into his nose, there was a hint of copper that laced the odor. The hint of blood. The pages were blank, yet he knew they were filled with endless secrets, some he would uncover and others were left for those who would follow him. Harry sat down, tracing the edges of the ancient paper. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his fingers hover over the pages. Words flowed into his mind, his eyes did not even open, yet he read the words.
The Power of Justice is unpalatable if it is not balanced, or anchored. This power above all others can consume an Augur. Do not savor justice, do not bask in its eternal flame. Glory is not found in the breaking, but in the making, and the cleansing. Justice is the char on the tree of fate. Mercy is the balm. Compassion the catalyst for change. The balance must be maintained. Light must have the dark, joy must have known grief, and blood must be spilled for peace.
Harry’s hands were shaking as his fingers slipped over the page. The gravity of what he was fell upon him like a terrible beast. His power can kill, would demand blood, something he had never considered. His tears were falling unbidden upon the aged page, and his mouth was filled with the taste of ash...
Augur justice is final, it is relentless, and it is necessary for the balance to be upheld. The Augur circle must be rendered, the rune of justice used for destruction. Anchor the Augur power of justice, else rage could overwhelm. Witnesses record the judgment within their memory. Trust the elements, trust your power, and trust the earth to respond to your need.
In his darkened state, his nostrils flared, he could smell her. Gaia, Mother of the Earth. Rich soil, sun-soaked flowers, decayed roots, all of it was her. He did not need to open his eyes to know her heartbeat, the life that was all around him. His face was stroked tenderly, yet there was an edge of harshness to the touch. Balance…
Sirius looked at Harry, jarring him from memory, “What are you going to do with him.”
“I need space, a large space. I need witnesses.” Harry said, looking up to the bewildered eyes of Lucius and Narcissa.
“I will witness.” Severus stated moving to place a hand on Sirius’ shoulder. Severus knew full well, of the rat and who it was. Sirius was trembling under his touch.
“We will as well,” replied Narcissa and Lucius. They did not understand, but would be there for their son and Harry when they were needed.
“As will we,” Molly and Arthur stood in the doorway, looking a bit pale, with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, and Charlie in the hallway. They had just arrived, but could feel the gravity of the situation, there was a depressive magic seeping all around them.
“The garden, we can use the garden, it is a decent enough space.” Sirius offered suddenly.
Harry nodded, though he was still hesitant remembering the implication of the tree and the book.
He moved, slowly, holding on to the box with a grip that death could not unlock. The sun streamed into the garden from the opening at the top of the building, and the rest of the party spread out into a large circle. Harry moved to the middle.
“Watch, witness, but do not interfere.” Harry directed. He looked at Draco, “You will need to be my anchor.”
Draco just nodded, he was becoming surer of his role, whatever was required of him, he would stand firm.
Harry set the box down with the slowly breathing rat in the middle of it. He closed his eyes searching for the right light within himself, the power he feared the most. A red spark flowed towards him and he grasped it.
Draco watched with trepidation, Harry’s eyes were black, but a red flame burned bright within those eyes. He quickly cautioned those around him in hushed tones not to look into Harry’s eyes. A boom of a voice erupted from Harry, no words, but the sound mirrored thunder. Huge dark clouds passed over the sun, darkening the garden. Draco stood awed at the raw natural power filling the entire area, making everyone’s skin prickle. Harry stretched down and removed his shoes, and socks, standing barefoot on the grass. He removed his shirt next. Draco looked on and could not take his eyes away, the olive skin gleamed at him, and Harry’s grace was unearthly watching him move was like watching water flow.
Harry’s hands traced a familiar circle, etching it into the ground, rune for rune, line for line. He outlined the Augur’s circle. The red spark ignited from the tips of his fingers to light the circle and all the runes, causing them to glow brightly in the darkened space. Harry stood in the center of the circle with the box and the rat. He raised his wand and chanted the incantation to return Peter to his appropriate form. The rat grew and filled out, with patchy hair, warts, and a rat like face appeared before the witnesses and Harry. Harry dropped his wand to the ground, since he would have no need for it right now.
“Harry…” Peter tried to plead with the boy, until he saw Harry’s eyes, and then he screamed. The scream was of a man facing certain death. He tried to run, but hit a hard red wall of flames when he tried to cross the rune circle. He turned back to face the darkness and horror that stared at him. Then he was falling back into his past, the memory was projected for all to see.
“You will be rewarded for your information, Peter.” The Dark Lord spoke in seductive tones, his finger under Peter’s chin, raising it to meet his dark gaze. Peter shook as he was kneeling in front of Voldemort, his arm burned where he had just taken the mark.
“Ma..Master...They are in Godric's Hollow. I will take you there.” Peter whispered.
Peter and the Dark Lord entered the creaky gate. Voldemort motioned for Peter to stay outside, and blasted the front door. There were flashes of green and red, and a heartbreaking scream with one last flash of green. Then all was silent. Peter looked down, but when he heard the sharp cry of a baby, he ran into the house. He stepped over his friends, not looking at their faces, the eyes that would see his betrayal, open and empty. He found his quarry, the wand of the Dark Lord. No one could know he had taken the Mark. His only escape now would be to set up Sirius. Everyone knew that Lily and James trusted him the most.
Peter confronted Sirius, and murdered those around them and disappeared just as the crack of apparition was heard. The image enlarged, showing Sirius being captured by Aurors. He was yelling for Peter, struggling until he was stunned.
Peter slowly nursed the obscene flesh of the Dark Lord, making ready for his Lord’s rise.
Peter stood in the dark graveyard, no remorse in his eyes as he sliced Harry’s arm, catching the blood and letting it spill into the cauldron. His deed was done.
“Peter Pettigrew, you have been judged. Mother Earth and the Augur Saeculum have witnessed your past transgressions, your future trespasses and have found you guilty of betrayal. Your betrayal ran deep within the roots of the earth, poisoning many branches of the Tree of Fate. Prepare for your judgment.” Augur Harry’s voice boomed, thunder crashed and lightning flashed around them, hitting the ground within the circle.
Harry raised one hand, stretching out a finger in the air, and he traced the rune for justice in the air above the transfixed Peter Pettigrew.
Harry stepped to his left, and one hand reached beyond the circle. Draco’s hand was in his instantly...Only then he draw the power from within, balanced by love to anchor him. Harry drew the rage from himself, and from the power within… Justice raged forth from deep within. A fire consumed him. The fire rose from the earth entering Harry through his feet and raging through his body looking for an outlet. Harry’s arm extended out towards the rune, and when his mouth opened again, a roar such as the world had not heard for millennia erupted. The fire from the earth poured red from the mouth of the Augur, flowing inches above the outstretched arm, hitting the rune of Justice and igniting in a cage of fire. Harry was a remarkable sight. His black hair was standing on end, eyes matching the hue of endless darkness, his body covered with sheens of sweat, red flames pouring out of his mouth in a single concentrated stream.
The fiery cage fell over the accused in a slow molasses movement. Screams of pain, and agony filled the air. Flesh burned, melted and fell off in chunks. The screams did not relent, nor did the fire pouring from Harry’s mouth. The cage constricted, conforming and burning into flesh, marring, and consuming, until the final flash of rage flew from Harry. The flames and the rune fell on the last ghostly screams of Peter Pettigrew, with the flaming rune burning the ashes into nothing.
When Harry’s rage subsided, and he let go of Draco’s hand and stood within the burning red circle, he traced a rune for balance in a blue glowing magic in the center of circle. His voice called to the rains and they fell, cleansing Harry, the ground, and the circle until it burned blue. Harry stretched out his arms, welcoming the circle, the blue flames of balance. The circle broke, separated and flew as dancing flames over Harry’s arms, and seeped into his skin. Harry’s wet body collapsed, knees buckling. Draco was there with soft ivory arms to embrace his feverish body.
Severus moved to help Draco. He ran a few diagnostic scans. Harry had a fever, and was fatigued once again. He lifted Harry, and Draco followed behind. Sirius ushered the rest of the company to the sitting room. Most were too stunned to do anything but breathe. Never had anyone witnesses something so horrific or majestic. Hermione was leaning against Ron, Charlie was patting Ginny’s back, and the twins were just staring off into the fire.
“All of you, witnessed. Though what we witnessed was beyond ordinary, Harry still deserves to be treated as normal as you can.” Sirius relayed, hoping they would get it and understand the need. Everyone looked at him and nodded, most knew Harry well enough to know that it was important to him.
“Go find a room to rest in, there is a few on the fourth floor that the Malfoy elves and Kreacher have gotten ready for you all. Kreacher is to be treated with the utmost respect.” Sirius informed them. “Dinner will be at 5pm, and if Harry is up for it, we have a few traditional items planned for celebrations.” Most of them nodded and disbursed to find rooms. The Elder Malfoys stayed.
“What can we do to help?” Narcissa asked.
“Everything is being taken care of now, Cousin. Rest, if I need anything, I will send for you. I need to go check on Harry.” Sirius said. The Elder Malfoys nodded and left.
Sirius was ushered away from Harry’s room by Draco. Draco would let him know if he was needed.
Severus was cooling the water in the basin as Draco stripped Harry on the bed, down to his boxers. “That charm should last a while. The potions should stabilize his temperature in a few minutes. The boy draws so much magic when he does these stunts.” Severus stated, earning him a glare from Draco.
“They are not stunts, as you know very well. He will get used to it in time, and he will recover faster. We are here to help, not hinder, Professor.” Draco admonished.
“Every now and then, old thoughts seep in for what he once was. Forgive me.” Severus aplogized.
Draco nodded and continued his ministrations, wiping a cool cloth along the length of Harry’s arms where most of the fever was concentrated.
Severus watched. Draco was careful, slow and loving in every motion of his hands. There was no trace of indifference, everything was there for all to see across the blond’s face. They were purity collided. He felt raw and as if, his darkness was exposed in their presence. He was about to turn away when Draco’s voice caught at him.
“Even in his depleted state your despair upsets him. I can feel his worry for you.” Draco said his hand still connected to Harry’s. His other beckoned the Potions Master forward. “Take my hand.”
Severus was nervous, how could Harry feel that? His hand connected with Draco’s. Severus fell into his own mind, and he felt Harry there, weak, worried but there. Harry’s form shimmered in Severus’ mind a ghost of the boy.
“Look at your wall, Professor.” Harry whispered to him. “It is balanced. You do not need to be anything but who you are. Let your darkness be balanced, embrace it, but do not let it rule you. Your relationships will not look like mine, do not wish it so. Draco is my purity, the balance to the powerful darkness I possess. Find your own balance, and nothing is beyond reach. Love is never one color…” Harry showed him, by pointing out all his bricks in his wall that had to do with Love, they were all different colors, helping to balance each other out. Harry reached out a wisp of a hand and pressed his fingers against Severus’ eyes. “See with clarity.” Harry commanded.
A wind came and swirled around Severus, whose eyes were still closed and one hand was clasped in a smaller pale hand. Severus let go of Draco’s hand and opened his eyes. Inside he felt more...he was not used to feeling anything… He looked at Draco and then back at Harry’s weakened form. The bond between the two burned bright in his eyes, their twin souls hovered along the line of the bond, flowing back and forth until you could not see where one started and the other ended. He looked down at himself only to see a dark chord stretching away from him. He turned and followed the dark chord and walked a few doors down the hallway. He knocked, and was surprised to find the end of the cord attached to the man that opened the door.
Severus knew that Sirius was his, but seeing with clarity, there was a dark thread that connected them. The thread was dark because it was old, not new and pure, as it would have been had they found it early, before they attacked each other, before hate had seeped in and covered it. Before he became a personification of darkness. He reached for Sirius then, pulling the man to him and just breathing in the distracting scent of spice and wild. He had not truly let go the past with Sirius, he was harsh, and always in control. Severus reached and tipped the man’s face up, and looked into soft grey eyes, he felt the submission seep into him. His mutt loved him. The words swam in his head, making him feel dizzy and butterflies floated inside his stomach. His mutt had loved him enough to take him, darkness and edges, harshness and dominance.
He reached a hand and stroked that handsome face, gently. Severus watched as the soft grey eyes closed and that handsome face pressed into his palm. Severus bent his head, softly, and gentler than he thought he could ever be, and he kissed his mutt. It was achingly sweet and tender, Severus wanted to cry when Sirius accepted him. Sirius opened his lips slowly using his own mouth to suck in Severus’ tongue, tearing a groan from the taller man. His darkness was there, begging for release, but he held on, keeping it at bay for just a moment.
Sirius was surprised when he opened his door to Severus standing there. Something inside the dark man had shifted, and he moved slowly towards him. Sirius quickly cast a charm to shut the door and silence his room, before he was dragged into an intimate embrace, his wand clattering on the floor. Sirius melted, letting his hands wrap around his dark prince. He never expected to be handled gently, he did not deserve that, not from Severus. He ached with love, and when their eyes met, that was all he could see in front of him...His love. The soft touch of Severus’ hand was an unexpected gift, he did not deny himself the luxury of that touch. As soft lips descended so sweetly on his own, he felt the control within his prince, there was something new happening. He wanted Severus to know that he would take whatever he was offered. He could not resist that addicting flavor of Severus’ mouth as he took Severus’ tongue into his own needy mouth. Spurred by the deep groan from the man, Sirius walked them backwards toward his bed and he reached up to entwine his hands around the other man’s neck. He let himself rest in the arms of his Dark prince, who soon took over and plundered his mouth making his body melt in a wicked heat.
Severus was working hard to keep his darkness at bay, his want to dominate, his need to be in control. He let Sirius lead them to the bed. When Sirius surrendered in his arms, his control broke. His darkness was his bliss as he dominated the kiss, taking everything Sirius offered and more. When the knock sounded, and he broke the kiss, regret started to wash over him. Regret that he could not be the soft lover Sirius may want.
A loud knock sounded on Sirius’ door. The man groaned as Severus broke their kiss, staring into his eyes. “Sirius…I…” Severus couldn’t say the words Sirius needed yet, but his icy heart was starting to thaw.
“No hurry...Severus, I am yours. We can take our time. I don’t care if you are rough or soft. You are what I want, in every way.” Sirius said quietly as he stood and walked over to open the door.
Draco stood there, pale and concerned. “Harry wants to talk to you Sirius. I think the repercussions of what happened are hard for him to handle.” He looked to Severus, “You might want to talk to him too. He looks up to both of you.”
Draco turned and left, with both wizards following him to the room. Harry was sitting up in the bed, staring off to the side.
Harry had woken with the taste of ash in his mouth. The scenes of just how violent the judgment of Peter had been made him sick. He would carry the burden of judgment, but it was more than he could stomach at the moment. Draco conjured a bowl for him and was there, cleaning him up after.   He left quickly to get Sirius when Harry asked. Harry waited. A glow from the window caught his eyes. He saw her, changed with the light of the sun flowing over her, her hair was fire, her body covered in soft white silk, and her skin glowed golden in the light, but her eyes held the terrible storm and serenity of the sky. She smiled at him. He could feel her heartbeat reaching for him. There was comfort, and understanding. Her comfort came in whispers to his mind. Natures balance is between the peace of the fields and the massacre of the predators. To wield the power of the earth, you have to accept both the beautiful and the ugly side of power. The distaste is a sign of balance, a savored vengeance only brings more pain. Harry reached out a hand, wanting to touch her, but she vanished just as the door opened, and he dropped his hand.
Sirius entered the room followed by Severus. They approached the bed, and Sirius sat closest to Harry, with Severus pulling a chair and Draco sitting on Harry’s other side.
“That was intense.” Sirius started, trying to gauge where Harry was emotionally.
Harry looked at his godfather, he did not smile, but he did not frown.
“Yes it was. I guess I thought that since Umbridge and Dung, that the power I wielded had only good outcomes. I cannot believe all my friends and family had to witness that. Ginny and Hermione are not supposed to see the terrible things.” Harry’s voice was filled with grief.
“It’s still Christmas Harry, we have celebrations to do, put aside the incident for now. Let us examine it later. If I have homework to do today, then so do you.” Severus said, letting his first real smile in years creep on his face.
Harry stared at him, Draco stared, and Sirius… well the mutt practically fell off the bed. Severus laughed at that last part, only to watch Sirius tumble off the bed entirely, Harry’s green eyes widen in mirth, and fear. Draco actually gapped.
“What?” Severus said, quashing his laughter and trying to turn his smile into a smirk.
“You smiled...and laughed.” Harry said, as if it were an abnormality. As if, Severus was unable to perform such an action. Severus stood, “We never finished our presents. Care to finish?” Harry nodded. They all clambered down the stairs, Harry leaning on Draco, and congregated down in the sitting room once again. Severus moved his gift to Harry’s lap. The boy had no grace whatsoever, and tore through the wrapping. Harry grinned and murmured his thanks for the beautiful kit in front of him. If he was not mistaken, it was similar to the kit a Potions Master received upon the end of his apprenticeship. It was a titanium cauldron, several high quality beakers and vials, and new copy of Advanced Potions, but Harry noted the new inscription, ‘Edited by Severus Snape, Potions Master”.
“You did it.” Harry whispered, feathering his fingers over the gold lettering.
“At your urging.” Severus replied.
“My turn” Sirius stated.   He tossed a rather small package at Harry who caught it with reflexes so fast they blurred his arm in the air.
He opened the package and found a pocket watch, beautiful, dark silver, etched with the Black family coat of arms on one side and the Potter coat of arms on the other. Harry stood and hugged his godfather tight, wishing … just wishing.
“Thank you, so much, despite the obvious, this has been the best Christmas so far.” Harry said gleefully.
“And you have no thought for my gift?” Draco drawled, his voice carried a hint of arrogance. Harry turned and smiled wide at Draco, blinding his lover for an instant before his words punctured his mind. “I thought last night was your gift.” Harry had leaned in to whisper into the shell of Draco’s ear, letting his tongue flick out ever so quickly to trace the outline, bringing a noticeable shiver over the blond.
“I … ah…” Draco scooted away trying to gain distance so he didn’t puddle on the couch. He reached over flick his wand and another package landed in his hands. It was beautifully wrapped, crisp silver paper, dark green silk bow. Harry opened it and saw a set of dark black robes, the seams were stitched with red and gold threads.
“Teaching robes…” Severus said, as he understood the cut and flow.
Harry’s eyes met smiling silver. “I thought Professor Potter could use something more elegant than old Student robes.” Draco replied with a small smile.
“Professor Potter?” A voice asked in a soft tone from the doorway. It was Molly, she was smiling at Harry, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Harry grinned, “Well Dumbledore offered me the DA position, if I take all my tests and pass when I return.”
“Congratulations Harry!” Molly exclaimed and she smothered him in another of her hugs.
Harry held his breath, he loved Molly’s hugs, but he still loved to breathe as well. She let him go quickly so he was not so out of breath.
“Speaking of Dumbledore, Do you have any clue where our headmaster has disappeared to?” Severus asked Harry directly.
Harry opened his pocket watch and smiled, “Probably cursing me and his brother right now, but at least he will have the beautiful Bermuda sunrise to occupy his thoughts.”
Sirius laughed, “Bermuda? Brother?”
Harry sobered looked at Severus, “Albus and Aberforth have not spoken in almost a century, its time he mend some fences, and what better place than Bermuda. Of course, he will be able to leave in two days… fences mended or not. I doubt either will be happy with me upon their return, but I hate to see families bickering.”
Severus smirked, “Now that was a trick worthy of a Slytherin.”
“Merlin forbid, you almost had me in your house… you can thank this prat here for not saddling you with me.” Harry said pointing to Draco.
Severus looked at Draco aghast.
“What?” Draco cried out, while Severus’ eyes squinted in unease.
“Oh well I guess I never told you, might as well. My first year, I was scared of the stories I heard about the house, ‘there wasn’t a witch or wizard that went bad that wasn’t in Slytherin.’ Then, Draco dear… you insulted Ron… and well that sealed it in my mind… S, when the sorting hat was trying to decide, it told me that I would fit well in Slytherin, that I could be great. I flat out refused and asked it not to put me there… So Gryffindor became my house.” Harry said.
Severus snorted, “What a sight the hall would have been had Harry Potter been sorted into my house… what an uproar it would have been.”
Draco just continued to stare at Harry and only got out a whisper, “I never knew…”
Harry focused on Draco then, taking both slender hands in his own, forcing Draco to look at him.
“You and I never knew that you always had a way to influence me. Your actions may have been misplaced, but if either of us had really looked… looked deeper, well we might have discovered this…” He kissed one hand, and then turned it over and feathered a kiss over Draco’s palm, “sooner.” Draco shivered, and fire filled his gaze. Harry kept hold of one hand, “We shall see you lot for dinner at 5. Excuse us please.” He stated as he drug Draco behind him, several loud coughs followed behind them. Harry hurried ignoring the protests, and Draco followed suitably behind him, slightly concerned by Harry’s haste. Draco was barely in the door when Harry shoved it shut, and pushed him up against the door. Fiery green eyes stared into his own…
Harry was breathing hard, shallow, just the small kiss to Draco’s hand clung to his senses. He wanted Draco, and it felt like he had not kissed Draco in ages… He needed their love to consume him, to feed his soul. He just looked upon his blond savior, taking in the perfection. Alabaster skin, so soft to the touch of his fingers as he traced the line of Draco’s throat. The hitch of breath pricked him, made him ache. He looked deep, wanting to see Draco’s pure soul begging for the touch of his own. Everything and more answered his call, and he fell home, into the arms of forever. Their kiss drowned everything but the love and passion inside him, tasting Draco was drinking sweet oblivion. Soft hands held on to him, letting him take, and melting into his skin. Harry broke their kiss and sank to his knees, practically needing to feel the heaviness of his lover in his mouth. He looked up and was helpless to the spell of mercury begging him.   Harry’s hands worked slowly, savoring each layer of clothing being stripped away, and the scent of Draco filling his lungs and making him dizzy. Pale hands made their way to his head as he finally freed his prize and filled his wanting mouth.
Draco was enchanted as always, and Harry’s touch melted him, he wanted to arch against Harry, his body was sensitive to his angel’s touch. When Harry looked at him, he wanted to pour his very soul into those emeralds, melding them together. Harry’s lips were sweet and drugging, Draco floated, burying his hands into Harry’s shirt holding on for dear life, letting Harry’s warmth surround him. When Harry dropped to his knees, Draco was still coming down from their kiss, each layer of clothing moved away, made Draco harden even more in anticipation. He could not speak when emerald fire met his own eyes, he just did not want Harry to stop. His prayers were answered as he screamed out Harry’s name when that beautiful mouth wrapped around him. He could not help from delving his fingers into black hair as Harry took him in a flight of passion. Draco soared with each tug into heated friction, and fell with every lick, swipe and press of tongue against him. He was begging for so much more in whimpers as Harry licked him tenderly, slowly and stroked him until his prick wept. Harry stood and picked him up and cradled him as he walked them to the bed...Draco was back to floating when Harry kissed him again, soft, sweet and tender, as Harry’s seeker fingers quickly divested Draco of his clothing. Draco was not as swift, but he was determined.
Harry was intoxicated by the scent and taste of Draco on his tongue, he could live off the nectar of his lover. When Draco demanded more who was he to deny his savior anything? He picked up his blond and moved them to the comfort of the bed. He feasted on Draco’s lips, licked every corner, and caressed Draco’s soft tongue with his own. All the while stripping his blond of the clothing that barred him from seeing and feeling soft supple skin beneath him. Draco was just as determined and when their bodies met, the sensation was exquisite. Harry just held them together, his heated skin against Draco’s softness, his face buried in Draco’s neck. He took a small bite, pulling that flesh into the heat of his mouth. Draco’s body arched against him, their erections pressed tight, searing them both. Harry moved lower, tasting the collarbone and then one pink bud. His erection was pressed and ready, he wanted to be inside so badly, but he looked up, needing to see if Draco was ready. That perfect mouth begged him, endless eyes pleaded with him. He gave into their desires, whispered a quick charm and slowly, reverently slid home, holding on to the pleasure threatening to burst from him.
Draco was writhing under Harry’s body, the heat alone was killing him softly, every part of him sang out Harry’s name. One bite and he almost lost himself, the touches, the licks and the nips were maddening, he needed Harry, only Harry… Verdant eyes waited for him, there was no need, he wanted, begged even.
“Please…” Draco cried, arching his back, pushing against Harry.
“OOOooooo” Draco whimpered when Harry finally entered him, he did not look away, he wanted to see Harry fall and crest with him… He pushed his hips down and then raised them up, letting Harry slide out then slowly back in. He watched his dark angel try to hold on, so he circled his hips, and when he pushed up once again, Harry hit that special something inside him that shattered him…
Draco only reached to hold on to Harry as he came hard, spilling over his own stomach, and yet his eyes captured the shudder, the call of ‘Draco’ and the beauty of bliss over his lover’s face. He fell back against the bed, opening his arms and Harry fell into them.
Harry tried to hold himself at bay, his previous control of years ago frayed because his body was young and untrained. The sweet heat of Draco was nothing he could resist and when his love moved again and again, he was lost, moving together with him. He could almost reach the stars when Draco rolled his hips, and then he was pouring himself into Draco, and falling into the arms of his own bright star.
Dinner was a grand affair. The elves had created a splendid traditional Christmas dinner with roast goose, cranberry stuffing, and roasted potatoes. There were minced pies, Christmas pudding and a beautiful fruitcake with marzipan, icing and sugar frosting. Everyone ate their fill, and Harry was especially happy. The Malfoys had been gracious and charming to the Weasleys, and very little was said that wasn’t happy. Harry witnessed the spectacular, the pureblood masks had fallen, and the Malfoy’s were open, happy and genuine. They still were graceful, elegant in their movements, speech and manner, but nothing screamed arrogant and superior about them.
They retired to the sitting room for some revelry, plum pudding, and eggnog. Harry handed out his gift to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, a muggle submersion trip to New York City, put on by the Wizards for the protection of Muggle Society group in America. Arthur was overjoyed of course, Mrs. Weasley seemed a bit put out. Harry smiled at her and handed her a small orange envelope. Her eyes widened…
“Harry… how?” She asked.
The room went quiet, and they all looked towards Molly. Narcissa smiled, if she had known, she would have offered one of her own.
“I have connections with that part of society Molly, there was an elf looking for a family...And Dobby introduced us. I explained how wonderful and full your family is and Dinky was beside herself asking when she could be assigned. She assured me that she would serve as long as she lived and if you allowed her children, they would as well.” Harry explained.
Molly looked about to cry, “I’ve always wanted a Weasley house elf…”

“I know… and you deserve one, especially one that wants a family.” Harry said, letting Molly hug him once again and holding his breath even as he smiled widely.
They all were chatting when a game of Charades was introduced. They each paired up into teams, and filled the hours laughing and pantomiming. Some of the Weasleys were starting to head to bed as the 11 o’clock hour chimed. Lucius stood, cleared his throat and had the gathering looking to him.
“I would like to request Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter and Severus to please grant me a private audience.” He spoke with such grace and elegance. Draco’s eyes went wide and he stood and quickly made his way next to Harry, just in case, he would stand by Harry. The rest of the party filtered out, though Ron and Hermione looked to stay, they were ushered out by Sirius and the rest followed suit.
Arthur and Molly sat on one couch with Ginny, Harry and Draco on another facing Mr. Malfoy.
“First, I want to offer my assurances that I am not going to provide excuses, only the facts surrounding my actions of the past. If I had known the outcome, I would have found another way.” Lucius started, looking at the darkened gazes of the Weasleys, and the curious emerald gaze of his son’s bonded. Lucius was a Malfoy, but he was shaking a bit, Malfoy’s rarely offered any type of apology, let alone a formal one.
“I am offering a formal apology for my actions a few years back in regards to a certain book that I put into your daughter’s cauldron. I cannot express more sincerely that the events that occurred, were the furthest from what I had wanted accomplished. I was unaware what the book was or what purpose it contained. I had only thoughts for my family and myself. The book was oppressive and causing dark emotions to run through my family. I was under the false impression that student’s items were searched for dark artifacts after the previous year. My intention was for it to be found and for the Headmaster to take it. Sending it to the Ministry was out of the question, as I know some of those would have found a way to use it for even darker purposes.   I offer my memories of the events for you to review if you choose. I will submit to Veritaserum if you wish as well. Though the public event for the apology cannot be something I host until Mr. Potter has finished his use of me. I swear, on my magic, that such an apology will be made publicly, at the venue of your choosing and in front of the guests of your choosing.” Lucius’ speech was long, and he was surprised no one interrupted.
Harry stepped forward, leaving Draco sitting.   He turned towards Ginny and held out his hand. She was wary, but she trusted Harry, though not fully understanding. She took his hand and stood.
“Let us see.” was all Harry said, his voice had lost its substance, it was toneless but firm. Ginny was not sure about this, but was whisked away instantly after Lucius nodded and extended his hand to Harry. Harry took the offered hand and they were inside Lucius’ mind, seeing his memories of the events, they tasted fear of the book. Ginny was not the target, but no other student had been available. They felt the regret at the relay of events from Draco, and the revulsion later as Draco detailed what he surmised from the trip to the chamber.
Harry let go of Ginny’s hand, and pulled out. He stared up into the steel of Lucius. “Do you want to see?”
Lucius was afraid, very afraid as the green of Harry’s eyes started to darken. He knew he had to, to fully understand, to fully apologize, he had to see. So, he nodded. Green faded to black and he fell. He was surrounded by darkness, an abyss that seemed to never end. He remembered Harry, he trusted Harry, and did not doubt the boy had a purpose, and no harm would befall him. His feet landed instantly though darkness was still all around him.
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