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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Interlude
aka The Wedding of the Century

Scorpius was at the stage in his development where he wanted to walk everywhere whether or not it was possible or even appropriate, resulting in countless temper-tantrums that put anything JJ had ever thrown to absolute shame, and unfortunately this had to be one of those occasions when nothing would placate the little boy.

“Scorpius, I’m sorry but you can’t walk right now,” Draco told his screaming son yet again as he carried the squirming child on his hip, careful to keep his grip firm enough to hold the toddler in place but gentle enough so as not to harm him. “Once we get you Uncle Harry’s I’ll put you down but until then it’s too dangerous.”

Of course his logical explanation did nothing to appease his son’s apparent distress.

Initially Harry had wanted to have both of his sons to be involved in the ceremony but Teddy hadn’t been all that keen to be a page boy, claiming that at seven years old he was “too old”, and Harry had quickly realised that there was no way that JJ would be able to stay still long enough to act as the ring bearer so Draco had had volunteered himself and Jasper to look after both boys for the day.

After all what was two more boys when his own was the most demanding of the lot?

Draco had already dressed his son in the adorable little robes he would wear for the ceremony, a miniature version of the set he himself was wearing, while Jasper had chosen to wear a muggle suit as both were welcome at the mixed ceremony.

That had been another thing that Harry had wanted, a ceremony which combined the traditions of the Wizarding World with the traditions of Jacob’s people, and after a lot of hours spent agonising over details they had finally found a mix which worked.

Arriving at his friend’s house he didn’t bother knocking, simply pushed opened the front door and stepped inside, placing his son on the ground as soon as it was possible to do so much to the boy’s obvious delight before guiding the now giggling toddler into the front room where he could hear several voices talking all at once.

“Teddy, if I see you pulling on your tie one more time…”

“But…”

“I’ve already loosened it once for you so it’s definitely not too tight…”

“I think I’m going to be sick…”

Draco couldn’t help but chuckle deeply as he crossed the room’s threshold just as Harry admitted that crucial piece of information, leaning over suddenly and whilst bracing his hands on the back of the sofa, breathing deeply through his nose.

“I take it the pre-wedding nerves have just hit?” he enquired brightly as all eyes in the room turned to him, JJ squirming down from where he had been perched of Molly Weasley’s lap so that he could waddle over to his best friend, throwing his little arms around Scorpius’s neck and squeezing him tightly. “Gently, JJ…”

Impossibly big green eyes blinked up at him innocently.

“Harry?” Draco called out, meeting his friends strained eyes even as JJ pressed a slobbery kiss to Scorpius’s cheek, receiving a similar kiss in response as he always did. “How did we, of all people, manage to create such sickeningly cute kids?”

It sounded as though the laugh had literally been punched out of Harry’s gut.

“Don’t think I don’t see you pulling at that tie, young man,” Mrs Weasley announced suddenly from where she was busy adjusting her sons hair, glancing sharply over at Teddy who let out a deep sigh, his hands dropping back down to his sides. “How did I manage to create a child with such disobedient hair? And is that dirt on your nose?”

“Mum!” Ron, who was standing as Harry’s best man, protested loudly, pulling away from her when she licked her thumb and prepared to clean his nose. “I’m not five!”

“Really? Sometimes I find that to be quite debatable,” Draco chuckled mischievously, catching Teddy easily as the seven-year-old literally launched himself at his cousin, his hair turning platinum blonde as he was hoisted high up into the air by the vampire and held aloft. “So I take it you're already causing trouble young man?”

Draco had been so afraid of being a bad parent that it had helped mould him into a rather good one over the last couple of years; kind, caring and yet firm when the occasion called for it, willing to play silly little games which often made no sense at all and he was always quick to defend his child, or any child for that matter be they a relation or not, both verbally and physically should the need ever arise.

These qualities had also turned him into the favourite uncle of both Teddy and JJ whilst also earning him the title of the most-trusted-babysitter of their generation.

“They're making me wear a tie!” Teddy complained with a loud whine as he was finally placed back on the floor, poking unhappily at the offending article of clothing as though it were alive and trying to kill him. “And it's too tight!”

“Well, it could be worse,” Draco pointed out with a smirk, leaning down to Teddy’s eye level whilst pulling at the front of the high collar which were part of his formal Wizarding robes, pretending that it were much more uncomfortable than it really was. “You could be wearing robes like the rest of us. Have you seen this collar?”

Teddy peered closely at the stiff fabric covering Draco's pale neck with a grimace.

“I guess a tie isn't so bad,” he conceded with a huff. “But I still don't like it.”

“Teddy, if you promise to behave for the rest of the day you can take it off once we have finished with the photographer, ok?” Harry finally called out, prompting a bright smile from his adopted son as he rubbed at his stomach in an obvious attempt to calm the churning within. “Molly, you wouldn't be able to get me some ginger beer from the kitchen, could you? I really do feel like I'm about to throw up.”

“Of course I can, Harry, dear,” Mrs Weasley agreed, already hurrying out towards the kitchen. “You just try and calm down. It's just pre-wedding nerves. It'll pass.”

It wasn't just pre-wedding nerves.

Draco could tell that simply by adjusting his vision to see the colourful aura surrounding his friend but he decided to hold his tongue for the moment.

A soft thump was heard and the adults left in the room turned to find Scorpius and JJ, arms still locked around each other, in a heap on the floor looking adorably confused as to how they had ended up there but thankfully not close to tears.

“Have you got everything you need, Teddy?” Draco asked, reaching down to pick up the youngest two members of their little group, his immortal strength coming in handy as he easily placed a child on each hip. “It's time we were heading over to the reservation or your Alphas going to start wondering where we are.”

Teddy nodded confidently only to pause a moment later, his eyes going comically wide before he turned on the spot and raced out of the room, returning only a couple of moments later clutching a large envelope tightly in his little hands, pressing it against his chest as though he were afraid it would be seen.

“I'm ready now, Uncle Draco,” the little boy announced, shifting just enough for Draco to realise that it was Harry he was trying to keep from seeing the envelope.

“Why don't you put that in JJ's bag for safekeeping?” Draco suggested whilst Harry was distracted with the glass of ginger beer being passed to him, nodding towards the bag sitting on one of the seats. “And then perhaps you’d like to carry the bag?”

Thanks to the extension charm which had been placed upon it the small saddlebag contained everything you could possibly need when dealing with a baby or toddler.

Some people had begun referring to the charm as the “Mary Poppins Charm” but Draco himself preferred to call it the “TARDIS Charm” after one of his favourite television shows which he could literally spend hours watching at a time.

It had been Hermione who had invented the bag whilst pregnant with her daughter and had patented both the bags design and the ingenious use of the charm.

To say that it had been a big hit was an understatement.

A surprisingly heavy head came to rest on his shoulder, prompting him to absentmindedly press a kiss to the soft hair covering the toddlers head, only noticing when Scorpius grumbled that it was JJ and not his son who had decided to snuggle.

Smiling to himself he turned his head and repeated the gentle motion with his own son who had proven himself to be quite the jealous little monster at times, something which he had, according to his parents, inherited from his Papa.

Teddy was more than happy to carry the bag once he'd hidden the envelope inside and then, after a little prompting from Draco, gave everyone in the room a quick hug before hurrying out to wait by the front door, literally bouncing with excitement.

“Well, I guess we’ll see you in a little while, Harry,” Draco called out, encouraging boy of the toddlers he was holding to wave across at the slightly ashen looking wizard who responded somewhat lifelessly. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks…”

Draco offered Ron and Mrs Weasley a nod of farewell each before turning on the spot and ushering Teddy out of the room, murmuring soothingly to JJ who began fussing as soon as he was out of sight of his Daddy whilst simultaneously smiling down at Teddy in thanks as the seven-year-old opened the front door for him.

The journey back to the Cullen’s house was filled with Teddy’s excited chatter, the little boy proving that he had inherited an equal amount of traits from his parents; he was kind and clever like his father, picking up things extremely quickly and was surprisingly studious for such a young child but he had the same bubbly personality that his mother had, always quick to laugh, as well as her metamorphic gifts and unfortunately her clumsiness which had already resulted in a variety of injuries.

He'd picked up a few things from Harry though, namely his moral code and his sense of honour, not to mention his protectiveness and Draco actually felt sorry for anyone, be they student, teacher or person unknown, who tried to pick on JJ once the two were old enough to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Jasper was waiting for them in front of the Cullen’s garage, leaning back against the stylish black car Draco had treated himself to once he’d passed his driving licence.

He could have gotten a sleek modern car like he others but he’d been unexpectedly drawn to the idea of a classic car, something which had, as he put it, “a bit of character” and what better car to get than a black 1967 Chevy Impala?

Yes, it had cemented his status as that of a “geek” with his friends and family but it felt absolutely brilliant to drive around in an Impala just like the one in Supernatural.

“Here,” Draco murmured, holding out their son who eagerly threw himself out of his Papa’s grip in his eagerness to get across to his Daddy, prompting the older vampire to snatch his son out of the air. “Have the others started heading over yet?”

“Everyone else has already left,” Jasper informed his husband, pressing a kiss to his sons forehead before leaning over to give his husband a proper kiss. “I’ve put the boy’s seats in the car already. Do you want to drive or shall I?”

Draco snorted loudly, already moving to place JJ in his car seat.

“I’ve seen what your driving’s like when it comes to cars,” he announced with a smirk, making faces at the fussy little wizard who was already protesting his new position. “Why don’t you stick to your motorbike and leave the car to me?”

Jasper rolled his eyes in response, following Draco’s lead and strapping their son into his seat on the other side of the car before helping Teddy slip into the space between the two child seats, helping him do up his seat belt properly.

All of the seat belts and other safety features in the car had been added using magic after he’d taken possession of the car as it had had none at all to begin with which wasn’t ideal given the number of young children in their lives.

Once all three boys were securely strapped into their relevant seats Draco slipped into the driver’s seat, leaning over to press a kiss to his husband’s lips when the older vampire obediently settled himself into the front passenger seat.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Teddy giggled loudly from behind them.

Attaching his iPod to the dock he'd had built into the car, unable to limit himself to just audio tapes like most hard-core Supernatural fans would expect him to, he selected the playlist entitled “Suitable For Children” and set it to play on shuffle for the duration of their journey, sharing a fond smile with his husband as Teddy proudly sang along to almost every song on the playlist while both JJ and Scorpius did their best to add their little voices to their favourites.

By the time they arrived at the Black family home on the Reservation the sun had already begun to set, what with the ceremony having been scheduled to take place at twilight as per Wizarding custom and already the place was a bustling hive of activity as the invited guests made their way towards the rows of chairs which had been set up in a small clearing just inside the woods.

“Alpha!” Teddy called out as soon as he was released from the car, hurrying across to where an oddly pale Jacob was stood with Bella and Renesmee, now a striking young woman in appearance despite being younger than Teddy in reality. “Missed you!”

Despite being in his wedding finery Jacob didn’t even hesitate to lean down and pick up his adoptive son and settled the seven year old on his hip as though he were only a toddler whilst pressing a kiss to Teddy’s forehead.

In accordance with muggle wedding traditions Jacob and Harry had spent the night before the wedding apart, Harry staying at their shared house with the boys while Jacob spent his night alone in his old bedroom back at his father’s house.

“Missed you too, munchkin,” Jacob murmured sincerely, looking away from the delighted little boy on his hip to Draco who was carefully extracting the now grizzling JJ from the car while Jasper extracted their own son. “Now, you remember what we talked about? Best behaviour for Uncle Draco and Uncle Jasper, ok?”

Teddy nodded seriously.

Placing his oldest child back down on the ground Jacob eagerly accepted his youngest son from the platinum blonde vampire, inhaling his sons familiar sent as he nuzzled the baby’s neck in a rather canine manner, his familiar action immediately soothing the little boy and prompting him to relax into his alpha’s arms.

“Seems like Harry's not the only one suffering from pre-wedding nerves this morning,” Draco snorted, shouldering the little bag containing the baby supplies as he and Jasper, still holding a slightly drowsy Scorpius, joined the others having locked up the car out of nothing more than habit. “I don't think I've ever seen you so pale, Jacob. You did have something to eat this morning, didn't you? Wouldn't want to be one of those grooms you see on ‘You've Been Framed’ fainting mid-ceremony…”

“You can't tell me you weren't nervous before your own wedding, Draco,” Jacob responded with his usual bright grin, his face lighting up as he embraced the welcome distractions. “I know for a fact that Bella was practically a gibbering wreck before hers so I doubt that you were much better.”

“I was not a gibbering wreck!” Bella protested, smacking her friends arm lightly. “Yes, I was nervous, but I was perfectly in control of myself, thank you very much.”

“And I ran away to elope, don't forget,” Draco pointed out, reaching out to adjust Jacob’s cravat which had become twisted. “Not nearly as nerve-wracking.”

“If it helps I was nervous wreck,” Charlie Weasley announced as he joined the group with his niece, Victoire, perched high up on his shoulders. “And I was marrying the woman who had already seen our wedding in a vision so there really wasn't any reason for me to be as nervous as I was. It's just something that happens.”

Charlie and Alice had married the previous summer, the ceremony taking place in what had evidently become something of a Weasley family tradition – under a marquee in the Weasley's back garden, a tradition which was further solidified when Percy married his wife, Audrey, a month later in exactly the same place.

Now it was just up to Ginny as to whether she, the only female Weasley of her generation, wanted to continue the tradition or do something different when she and Neville finally married after having been engaged for nearly two years already.

To say that Molly was getting impatient with her daughter was an understatement.

“Well, we should probably go and find our seats before the bride arrives,” Draco announced, stealing the now quiet little boy from Jacobs arms before the other young man could protest. “Don't want to steal Harry's thunder, after all.”

“I'm going to tell him you called him the bride.”

Draco merely laughed, already looking forward to that particular confrontation.

Stepping into the small clearing Draco couldn't help but let out an appreciative whistle as he caught sight of the way the area had been arranged for the ceremony; simple wooden chairs with soft white cushions on the seat had been arranged in a perfectly symmetrical collection of rows so as to create an aisle through the centre, leading to the focal point of the ceremony which instead being an altar was a mixture of hanging flowers and floating candles, the same flower petals having been sprinkled across the aisle to create a natural white blanket for Harry to walk upon.

“You approve then?” Hermione enquired, appearing at his side with Rose, her eighteen month old daughter perched on her hip. “I thought Harry would appreciate something relatively simple. Nothing overtly extravagant, just effortlessly beautiful.”

The ushers, all redheads of course, were busy directing people to their seats whilst ensuring that no one attempted to use the aisle, instead leading people around the edges of the seats and instructing to make their way along from the outside.

JJ, along with all of the other children present, was instantly enraptured by the candles floating high above their heads, his little mouth dropping open in surprise.

“Please tell me you remembered to put up a protection spell…” Draco murmured having caught sight of the ominous rain clouds which were approaching them.

“The whole place is protected from the oncoming weather, I promise you,” she responded. “And I always thought England was bad when it came to the weather.”

“Oh, I think England still wins,” Draco chuckled, shifting JJ so that the little boy could tilt his head back further in order to see more of the floating candles by resting it on Draco's shoulder. “At least here the weather is somewhat predictable. Back home it’s entirely possible to have four seasons in one day and you know it.”

Hermione let out a soft giggle, nodding her head in agreement as she remembered many a day at Hogwarts where they had sunshine, rain, sleet, strong winds and then sunshine within the space of a single day only to then have frost overnight.

They were shown to their seats by a grinning George Weasley and Draco was still somewhat taken aback to find himself in the front row on the “brides” side.

Teddy had a seat of his own as did Victoire a couple of rows behind them but, quite wisely, any children younger than the age of two were sitting on an adults lap so Draco had JJ, Jasper had Scorpius, Hermione had Rose, Angelina had Fred II and Fleur had Dominique who had the honour of being the youngest person at the wedding.

There were significantly fewer children on the “grooms” side of the clearing, unless you counted the “toddler” Renesmee, but Draco had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before the next generation of shape-shifters began to arrive given how serious most of the couples already were, what with Sam and Emily finally getting married last year and Paul proposing to Pansy on her last birthday.

It was also rather strange as well as refreshing to see the Pack intermingled with the vampires, an obvious display of their significantly improved relationship following everything that had happened with Bella, Draco and the Volturi.

Turning in his seat Draco caught sight of his mother and father bring seared towards the back of the “brides” side just moments before Jacob and Seth, standing as his Best Man, took their places at the far end of the beautiful aisle.

Professor Minerva McGonagall, the person whom Harry had asked to officiate the ceremony, arrived next, appearing with a loud pop in front of Jacob and Seth, her formal green robes swirling around her for a moment before finally settling.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, if you would please be upstanding for the arrival of Mr Potter,” she announced with a brilliant smile, gesturing with her wand towards the other end of the clearing just as soft music began playing seemingly out of nowhere.

Sharing a smile with his husband Draco copied everyone else, holding JJ to his chest as he rose to his feet and turned to watch his friend making his way along the aisle.

He heard Jacob suck in a startled breath as he caught sight of Harry for the first time, the dark haired wizard smiling somewhat shyly across at his husband-to-be.

Ron, following a couple of paces behind Harry, was beaming proudly.

Finally the couple stood together before Professor McGonagall, heads tilted slightly as they took in each other's appearance in their matching outfits with almost identical smiles of joy blossoming on their handsome faces.

“Please, be seated,” McGonagall instructed, her voice already somewhat choked with emotion before she pointed suddenly at Ron. “Not you, Mr Weasley.”

Several people, Harry included, chuckled as for a moment she sounded just like she had back when they were her students at Hogwarts.

“Harry and Jacob, today you celebrate one of life's greatest moments and give recognition to the worth and beauties of love as you join together in the vows of marriage,” McGonagall continued formally, smiling at the two young men before her with obvious pride and joy on her weathered features. “Now before we begin with the formal aspects of this ceremony Mr Potter has requested a Reading so Hermione, if you would care to join me?”

Keeping her daughter balanced on her hip with one arm Hermione rose from her seat and moved to stand in such a place that everyone could see her.

“This story might seem a bit inappropriate for a wedding,” she explained as she produced a worryingly large piece of parchment from her pocket with her free hand moments before her husband moved across to take their daughter from her. “Thank you, Ron. As I was saying this story holds a special meaning to Harry, Ron and myself and I imagine it will to several of you as well so here goes. The Tale of the Three Brothers – from The Tales of Beedle the Bard.”

Draco couldn't help but snort softly.

Yes, that wouldn't be your normal choice for a Reading at a wedding but given everything he knew about the final few months of the war courtesy of numerous conversations he’d had with Harry it did sort of make sense.

“There were once three brothers, who were travelling along a lonely winding road at twilight. In time the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass. But they were learned in the magical arts the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge. Before they could cross however they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

“It was Death. And he felt cheated because travellers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each had earned a prize for being clever enough to evade him.

“The oldest asked for a wand, more powerful than any in existence so death fashioned him a wand from the elder tree that stood nearby.

“The second brother decided he wanted to humiliate death even further and asked for the power to recall loved ones from their graves so Death picked a stone from the river and offered it to him.

“Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man he asked for something that allowed him to go from that place without being followed by death and so it was that death reluctantly handed over his own cloak of invisibility.

“The first brother travelled to a distant village with the elder wand in his hand he killed a wizard with whom he once had quarrels. Drunk with the power that the elder wand had given him he bragged about it. But that night another wizard stole the wand and slit the brother’s throat for good measure. And so the death took the first brother for his own.

“The second brother journeyed home, where he took the stone and turned it thrice in his hand. To his delight the girl he once wanted to marry before her untimely death appeared before him. But soon she turned sad and cold because she did not belong to the mortal world. Driven mad with hopeless longing the second brother killed himself so as to join her. And so death took the second brother.

“As for the third brother Death searched for many years but was never able to find him, only when he had attained a great age the youngest brother shed the cloak of invisibility and gave it to his son. He then greeted death as an old friend and went with him gladly departing this life as equals.”

Silence followed her calm reading of the tale and Hermione was settled back in her seat with her now sleeping daughter in her arms by the time McGonagall continued.

“Thank you, Hermione,” the witch murmured, clearing her throat loudly before address the congregation. “Now Jacob and Harry have chosen to use a variation of the vows which Jacobs’s parents exchanged on their wedding day. Gentlemen?”

Turning to fully face each other Jacob and Harry joined hands.

“O’ my beloved, our love has become firm by your walking one with me,” Jacob spoke first, his voice trembling slightly even as his gaze remained firmly locked with Harry’s. “Together we will share the responsibilities of the lodge, food and children. May the Creator bless noble children to share. May they live long.”

“This is my commitment to you, my husband,” Harry responded, his voice just as unsteady as the shape-shifters had been. “Together we will share the responsibility of the home, food and children. I promise that I shall discharge all my share of the responsibilities for the welfare of the family and the children.”

“O’ my beloved, now you have walked with me the second step,” Jacob continued sounding equally as tearful now as several people sniffled loudly. “May the Creator bless you. I will love you and you alone as my husband. I will fill your heart with strength and courage: this is my commitment and my pledge to you. May God protect the lodge and children.”

“My husband, at all times I shall fill your heart with courage and strength,” Harry responded again. “In your happiness I shall rejoice. May God bless you and our honourable lodge.”

“O’ my beloved, now since you have walked three steps with me, our wealth and prosperity will grow,” Jacob continued, prompting Draco to wonder just how many steps were involved in this rather complicated collection of vows. “May God bless us. May we educate our children and may they live long.”

Seriously, he was suddenly very glad that he and Jasper had done things a little more spontaneously as he would have struggled to learn a chunk of traditional vows.

Yes, he had been raised with many pureblood traditions but that didn't mean he was any good at them, what with most of them being entirely too long winded and complicated and him being a rather impatient sort of person.

“My husband, I love you with single-minded devotion as my husband,” Harry responded. “I will treat all other men as my brothers. My devotion to you is pure and you are my joy. This is my commitment and pledge to you.”

“O’ my beloved, it is a great blessing that you have now walked four steps with me. May the Creator bless you. You have brought favour and sacredness in my life.”

“O’ my husband, in all acts of righteousness, in material prosperity, in every form of enjoyment, and in those divine acts such as fire sacrifice, worship and charity, I promise you that I shall participate and I will always be with you.”

Teddy yawned loudly, stretching his arms high above his head and causing both of his parents to smile across at him before hurrying to continue with the touching ceremony which had by now reduced several people to tears.

“O’ my beloved, now you have walked five steps with me. May the Creator make us prosperous. May the Creator bless us.”

“O my husband, I will share both in your joys and sorrows. Your love will make me very happy.”

“O’ my beloved, by walking six steps with me, you have filled my heart with happiness. May I fill your heart with great joy and peace, time and time again. May the Creator bless you.”

“My husband, the Creator blesses you. May I fill your heart with great joy and peace. I promise that I will always be with you.”

Peace.

Now that was definitely something that Harry definitely deserved and, judging by the murmur of approval and agreement that followed that particular section of the vows, Draco wasn't the only one who thought so.

“O’ my beloved, as you have walked the seven steps with me, our love and friendship have become inseparable and firm. We have experienced spiritual union in God. Now you have become completely mine. I offer my total self to you. May our marriage last forever.”

“My husband, by the law of the Creator, and the spirits of our honourable ancestors, I have become your husband. Whatever promises I gave you I have spoken them with a pure heart. All the spirits are witnesses to this fact,” Harry's voice shook and a single tear slipped down his lightly tanned cheek. “I shall never deceive you, nor will I let you down. I shall love you forever.”

As the vows finally came to their conclusion McGonagall wasn't the only one forced to use a handkerchief to mop up her tears before she could speak again.

Reaching forwards she silently encouraged Harry and Jacob to alter their grips so that, while their right hands now hung free at their sides, their lefts hands were clasped tightly together in the space between their two bodies.

Ron and Seth moved together to produce the little blue ring boxes, carefully opening them up before presenting their contents to Professor McGonagall.

“Harry and Jacob, just as two very different threads woven in opposite directions can form a beautiful tapestry, so can your two lives merge together to form a very beautiful marriage,” McGonagall announced, bringing her wand up with a flourish as a corporeal thread of golden light emerged from the tip and began winding its way around the couples joined hands. “To make your marriage work will take love. Love should be the core of your marriage. Love is the reason you are here.”

As everyone watched the corporeal thread began winding around their ring fingers.

“But it will also take trust, to know in your hearts that you want the best for each other. It will take dedication, to stay open to one another, to learn and grow together even when this is not always easy to do,” McGonagall continued, flourishing her wand once more so that the corporeal threads wound around their fingers became solid, producing the stunningly beautiful rings which the couple had chosen which had previously been resting in the twin boxes being held towards her by the two Best Men. “It will take faith, to be willing to go forward to tomorrow, never really knowing what tomorrow will bring. In addition it will take commitment, to hold true to the journey you both now pledge to share together.”

Here she paused smiling at the couple.

“Harry James Potter, do you accept Jacob Black as your husband?”

“I do.”

“Jacob Black, do you accept Harry James Potter as your husband?”

“I do.”

McGonagall positively beamed at the two of them.

“Then it is with a great deal of pleasure that I declare you to be married,” she concluded, lowering her wand once the remaining thread had appeared to sink into their skin. “And may I be the first to offer you my heartfelt congratulations.”

To say the crowd gathered to witness their marriage ceremony erupted would be an understatement as everyone broke out into applause as the beaming couple shared their first kiss as husband and husband, their new rings glinting in the candlelight.

No one cheered louder than Teddy although the younger children weren't so pleased with the noise and proceeded to protest loudly throughout the signing of the official register (with quills, of course, much to Jacob and Seth’s annoyance as neither were very familiar with the old-fashioned writing instrument) and their chosen exit music.

Because of the amount of reporters who had managed to get hold of an invite tot the wedding, all thoroughly vetted by Hermione beforehand, it took longer than anticipated for the photographs to be finished what with them all fighting with the official photographers hired by the couple for the “best shot” of the day, all hoping to outdo the others when they sold their photographs on to the newspapers.

“This is barely organised chaos,” Draco chuckled as he watched the photographers squabbling over who was blocking whose light. “I think Teddy’s about to explode.”

It was true.

The little boy currently posing with his family looked very unhappy indeed.

Thankfully Harry called an end to the photography session shortly after that as it was almost time for everyone to sit down for the meal, something which would probably be equally as chaotic as for everyone but hopefully wouldn't last nearly as long.

As Teddy and JJ were seated with their parents on the top table Draco was free to spoil his own child for a little bit, plucking Scorpius out of the high chair which had been provided for him and feeding him his “baby friendly” version of the various courses of the traditional wedding feast whilst his son reclined on his lap.

“This chicken is absolutely delicious,” Narcissa murmured from her seat on the opposite side of the round table they were sat at, together with the majority of the vampires, echoing her grandson’s happy response to the main course. “And I'm going to have to ask what they've done to the potatoes as they are rather unusual.”

“I'll take your word for it,” Draco chuckled, feeding his son a spoonful of the mashed potato that Scorpius's meal had come with instead of the roast potatoes that everyone else had been given. “Scorpius is definitely a fan, however.”

Eventually the food had been consumed by the mortals whilst the vampires held pleasant conversations and then it was time for the speeches.

“D’you know, for years I thought Harry was going to marry my sister, Ginny?” Ron began his speech with a deep laugh, rising to his feet with his glass of champagne held loosely in his hand. “I'd come to terms with it and everything. ‘Course that was about when I found him snogging one of my brothers while another one watched…”

By this point both Ginny and George were flaming red with embarrassment whilst Harry, much to everyone's amusement, was open-mouthed in shock.

“Hey, you brought up Lavender and the whole Won-Won thing at my wedding,” Ron informed his friend with an evil chuckle. “Paybacks a blast-ended skrewt, isn't it?”

“A blast-ended what?” Jacob snorted, obviously fighting to hide a smile. “Harry?”

Harry shook his head in response, hiding his face in his hands.

“Now that we've got that first bit of ritual humiliation over and done with let's get this thing back on track,” Ron chuckled, producing a handful on notecards which had obviously been written out by his wife given that they appeared to be colour coded and that was definitely something that Ron Weasley would never do. “So, where to start? Well, I think most of you know how we first met but for those of you who haven't…where have you been for the last ten years or so, Outer Mongolia? Seriously, though, Harry and I met when we were both eleven and on our way to Hogwarts for the first time. I couldn't believe it! Me, Ron Weasley, was sharing a train compartment with none other than The-Boy-Who-Lived himself…and he had no idea that he was famous! I tell you what that was a conversation and a half.”

Draco wasn't the only one chuckling at Ron’s humorous approach to his speech.

“After that first meeting, well, I'd like to say things were amazing and we had a wonderful time and nothing bad ever happened but…what were we taught in our fifth year, Harry? Oh, right, I must not tell lies,” Ron led the laughter this time as several of the guests looked down at the scars on their own hands. “Things got worse. Seriously. I don't think there was a year at Hogwarts where we, Harry, Hermione and myself, didn't nearly die in one horrible way or another.”

As though he could tell some of the muggle guests didn't believe him he dropped the cars and began counting things off on his fingers as he continued with his speech.

“First Year – we fought with a mountain troll in the girls bathroom, Harry nearly fell off his broom during a Quidditch match when it was jinxed, we nearly got eaten by a giant three headed dog called Fluffy, we nearly got crushed to death by Devils Snare, we nearly got killed playing a life size game of Wizards Chess and then as if all of that wasn't enough Harry faced You Know Who for the first time,” Ron paused dramatically before starting up again. “Second Year – me and Harry were nearly killed when we crashed my dad’s flying car into the whomping willow after we missed the train to Hogwarts, Hermione got turned into a human-cat hybrid, then she got petrified by a giant snake, me and Harry were nearly killed by hundreds of giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest, my sister Ginny got kidnapped so we went to rescue her, I was nearly crushed by a cave in and then Harry not only had to fight what we now know way one of You Know Who's first Horcruxes but then he had to do battle with the giant snake and, yes, you guessed it, nearly died whilst doing so.”

“And I thought your history was dangerous, Draco,” Carlisle murmured softly. “I had no idea...Harry didn't go into quite so much detail when he explained his past to us.”

“To be honest quite a lot of this is a revelation to me as well…”

“Third Year – Harry was nearly killed by a Dementor on the train to Hogwarts, then he broke his arm playing Quidditch and had his bones turned to jelly instead of…”

“The broken arm was during our second year, Ron,” Hermione interrupted him. “Remember? It was Professor Lockhart who got the spell wrong. Professor Lupin wouldn’t have been so careless with a complicated healing spell. You're confusing the broken arm with the time he fell off his broom because of the Dementors.”

“Not helping, Hermione,” Harry groaned. “Can we just move on, please?”

“No, I'd like to hear the rest,” Jacob announced from beside his husband, tightening his arm around Harry’s waist. “You always gloss over things like this.”

“Yeah, because I didn't want to worry you. Seriously, it's not that important…”

“Just shut up and take it like a good boy, Potter,” Draco couldn't resist calling out cheerfully. “I had to suffer through your speech at my surprise wedding reception and Weasley through your own speech at his so you can suffer through this.”

“Fine…”

“…where did I get to?” Ron hummed thoughtfully, looking down at his hands which had paused mid-count as he tried to remember his place in the long list. “Oh! Third Year – Dementors, more Dementors, I got attacked by a big black dog who turned out to be Harry's godfather in disguise, Harry and Hermione nearly got killed by the whomping willow and then we were attacked by Professor Lupin who had forgotten to take his potion and turned into a werewolf right there in front of us.”

“I'd just like to say that wasn't his fault,” Harry announced firmly, looking around at the guests to make sure they understood his point. “He wasn't a bad person.”

“I never said he was,” Ron pointed out. “And then after that Harry got attacked by even more Dementors but managed to fight them off…sort of…it’s a bit difficult to explain without going into a lot more detail as it includes time travel.”

“You can travel in time?” Seth blurted out in shock. “Seriously?”

“It's…complicated…” Hermione explained with a sigh. “I'll tell you about it later.”

“Cool!”

“Fourth Year – we were nearly killed by Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry's name was entered into the Triwizard Tournament without his knowledge despite him being too young to actually compete and, of course, he got picked despite all three champions having already been chosen,” Ron explained with a deep sigh, turning to look at Harry. “Sorry I was such a prick, mate.”

“Water under the bridge.”

“Anyway because of said tournament Harry then had to fight a dragon, swim to the bottom of the lake where he almost ended up fighting with mermaids before he was attacked by grindylows and then find his way through a deadly, living maze. All in a day's work for Harry Potter, of course,” Ron chuckled, rolling his eyes dramatically towards his friend. “And then he finished the year by duelling with the newly returned You Know Who after being tortured by his Death Eaters.”

Lucius shifted uncomfortably in his seat, prompting his wife to take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly as he was reminded of the things he had done in the past.

“Fifth Year–”

“Seriously?!” Bella blurted out loudly. “There's more?”

Ron smirked.

“You have no idea,” he told her seriously before returning his attention to his audience, most of whom shared her stunned expression. “Fifth Year…actually that was a pretty tame year for us, come to think of it. Yeah, we had issues with Professor Umbridge who liked to torture us students during their detentions but we only really had one near death experience, although admittedly it was the worst one yet…”

“Sirius…”

“We; Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna and myself, travelled to the Department of Mysteries to rescue Harry's godfather only it was a trap, of course, and we ended up in a battle with a group of Death Eaters,” Ron explained softly. “That wasn't fun.”

“What happened to the Death Eaters?” Emily, Sam’s wife, asked worriedly.

“The ones who were truly evil were either killed in the war or sent to Azkaban for life,” Harry answered the young woman without hesitation, smiling across at Draco and his parents. “The ones who had no choice were pardoned after the war and are finally able to live the peaceful lives they should have been free to have all along.”

“Oh…”

“Sixth Year – this was another mostly quiet year, barring the fact that our house got blown up by Death Eaters but no one was hurt so…yeah…anyway school itself was refreshingly quiet and normal until the very end when Harry was almost killed helping Professor Dumbledore retrieve what they thought to be one of the missing Horcruxes,” Ron continued. “Then some Death Eater got into the castle, Professor Dumbledore was killed and Harry went a little bit nuts. Sorry, mate, but you did.”

Not even Ron’s unique brand of humour could stop Draco's mood from plummeting as he was forced to remember his many disastrous actions that year.

“You had no choice, love,” Jasper murmured as he sense his husbands mood shift, placing a hand on Draco's back whilst leaning in to give him a kiss. “It does no good to dwell on past mistakes. I should know. Learn from them, move on and be happy.”

Draco smiled thankfully at his husband, shifting his son in his arms so that he could lean over and share a longer kiss with the older vampire who knew his secrets and had never judged him, merely imparted some of his own less than pleasant secrets.

“Seventh Year…well, I say Seventh Year but we didn't actually have a Seventh Year as we were off hunting Horcruxes instead of attending school,” Ron pressed on quickly, gesturing to his wife and his best friend as he spoke. “Let's just say that during this particular year there were too many near death experiences to mention them all. I mean, I counted at least fifteen when I last worked out this list and that didn't include the Battle of Hogwarts which was just one big, fat near death experience.”

There were numerous nods of agreement following that particular statement.

“But in the end Harry literally came back from the dead to save the day, defeated You Know Who and now we're all figuring out how to live through our Happily Ever Afters…” Ron concluded brightly, picking up the cards once more and clearing his throat loudly. “In one move he went from being the Boy-Who-Lived to being the Saviour-Of-The-Wizarding-World and we were at peace. Yay!”

Draco snorted at Ron’s childish squeal, done on purpose to lighten the mood.

“Now, Harry met Jacob through Draco's friendship with Bella…talk about convoluted…and I don't know if it was love at first sight for Harry but it was certainly something at first sight,” Ron chuckled suggestively, prompting a fur opioids gasp from his best friend and a booming laugh from said best friends new husband. “Seriously, you were like a teenage girl, ranting about his stupid hair in all of your letters and moaning about the fact that he smelt good.”

“I hate you…”

“Love you too, Harry,” Ron responded brightly over the top of the crowd’s laughter, smiling down at his friend before turning back to his audience. “I've seen Harry in relationships before but none of them ever made him this…stupid…before. Not even his long-term relationship with my sister, Ginny, which I mentioned earlier or his fling with my brothers, Fred and George. I mentioned that earlier too, remember?”

As before Ginny looked thoroughly embarrassed but George seemed to be taking it in his stride this time round, laughing uproariously along with everyone else.

“To finish I'd like to invite everyone to join me in wishing the bride and groom…sorry…the groom and groom a wonderful future together, full of happiness and love,” Ron announced with a brilliant smile, picking up his glass of champagne to perform said toast along with everyone else. “However I would suggest slightly fewer near death experiences than you're used to, Harry, lest you drive your poor husband completely insane. Try and keep it to one a year, yeah?”

Harry's response was to stand up and hug his best friend as tightly as he could whilst holding JJ to his chest for the duration of the applause which followed the rather unusual Best Man speech, only sitting down when Seth reluctantly rose from his own seat in order to give his own speech, clutching a sheet of paper in his hands.

“Great, now I have to follow that…” he muttered just loud enough to be heard, glaring down at his pre-prepared speech whilst everyone chuckled. “Ok…right…here goes…Ladies and Gentlemen, if there's anybody here this evening who's feeling nervous, apprehensive or queasy at the thought of what lies ahead…it's probably because you’ve just married Jacob Black.”

“Hey!” Jacob protested loudly as everyone, Harry included, laughed in response to the somewhat unusual ice breaker. “You said you were going to do it properly!”

“They laughed, didn't they?” Seth pointed out with a deep chuckle, shuffling his pieces of paper nervously. “Isn't that what a Best Man is supposed to do? Make his audience laugh whilst bringing up embarrassing stories about the groom?”

His response was a cry of approval from several members of the audience.

“I've known Jacob for most of my life, what with how close everyone on the Reservation is but especially those who are part of the Pack,” Seth continued, smiling around at the people in question who for once weren't shirtless, instead dressed in their smartest suits. “I'm sure it comes as no shock to learn that I thought you were one of the best things since sliced bread. I idolised you for years.”

“Really?” Leah snorted loudly. “I never would have guess, Seth.”

Seth flushed a deep red colour before continuing.

“When Jacob Imprinted on Harry I'll admit I was a little bit jealous at first, knowing that the rest of us would always come second best to his Mate from now on, but then I got to know Harry and I realised that the two of them are actually pretty much perfect for each other, sickening as that is,” Seth announced clearly, smiling sheepishly across at Harry who beamed back at him. “Although I am slightly concerned to learn how much of a trouble magnet he really is because I think we were all hoping he would be able to put an end to your own blasé attitude regarding dangerous situations which may or may not result in grievous injury and/or death.”

“I am not that bad!”

Seth wasn't the only one to guffaw loudly in response.

“Through Harry you have also gained a wonderful son in Teddy,” Seth continued, pausing to wink down at the little boy who was much happier now that he wasn't required to wear his tie anymore, his pink hair reflecting his good mood. “And together you and Harry have created a wonderful little boy in JJ who, if he's anything like either of his parents, will keep all of us on our toes for many years to come.”

Several of the guests, Draco included, chuckled fondly at that particular idea.

“Now I know I mentioned embarrassing stories earlier on in my speech…but I decided not to put Harry through any more torture than he's already suffered today and to simply move on to the toast,” Seth announced with a cheeky smile, picking up his glass of champagne and holding it aloft. “Harry, I wish you luck. You're going to need the patience of a saint. And Jacob? Congratulations. I'm confident that the two of you are going to be very happy together.”

Seth dropped down into his seat with a relieved sigh the moment everyone had echoed his heartfelt toast, automatically spreading his strong arms wide for Teddy who had hurried along the long table so that he could climb up onto his Uncle Seth’s lap and give him a tight hug, his hair turning black like his uncles as he did so.

“Right…” Jacob sighed, getting to his feet with a broad grin aimed towards his guests. “We played rock, paper, scissors to see which one of us would have to do this. I lost.”

The fact that this was such an entirely plausible thing for the couple to do had most of the guests chuckling as Jacob paused to refill his glass of champagne.

“I'd like to begin by just saying that Harry has vetted this speech so if you consider any of the material inappropriate it is entirely his fault,” Jacob announced loudly, winking down at his husband who laughed brightly, shaking his head as he smacked the shape-shifters thigh with the back of his hand. “Secondly I'd like to thank both Ron and Seth for their surprisingly enlightening words.”

Ron laughed, raising his glass in a silent toast before knocking back its contents in one go despite his wife suggesting that he should slow down a little given that he was already on his fourth glass of champagne and the party hadn’t started yet.

“I'd like to thank you all for being here, especially those of you who have helped make this day possible as we genuinely couldn't have done it without you,” Jacob pressed on, saluting first Hermione then several of the other guests with his own glass of champagne but not taking a drink. “I'd like to thank Teddy for giving me permission to marry his daddy and yes, before any of you ask, I really did ask him whether or not I could propose to Harry. Any ideas what his only condition was?”

Teddy giggled loudly when no one answered.

“Cake!” he cried out from where he was bouncing on Seth’s lap, mimicking the cry he'd made at the reception Draco, Jasper, Edward and Bella had shared despite. “But not just any cake. It had to be chocolate cake or no deal.”

Jacob nodded seriously.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, if you'll notice the giant chocolate monstrosity behind me?” he chuckled, gesturing to the elaborately decorated cake. “JJ, thankfully, had no such demands being that he has absolutely no idea what is going on right now.”

As if in answer the little boy in question let out a cry of protest which quickly transformed into a happy chuckle when his favourite toy was produced and handed over for him to play with, chewing on the stuffed wolfs tail whilst pulling its ears.

“As with all occasions such as this there are those we wish could be with us today who are not,” Jacob pressed on, fiddling with his champagne glass as his tone turned serious for the first time since beginning his speech as he thought not only of his own mother but also for Harry and Teddy parents. “So could I ask all our guests to join with Amy and I by standing to toast those who are Gone but not forgotten.”

Draco all but snatched his glass of warm dragon’s blood from the table in his haste to join the rest of the wedding guest to echo of the toast.

“Gone but not forgotten.”

“I’d also like to thank my dad for all the love and support you have showered me with over the years,” Jacob continued once everyone had settled once more. “You have made me what I am today and I know that has to make Harry happy because he agreed to marry me, so, I hope I have made you proud and I love you dearly.”

Billy smiled tearfully up at his son.

“Of course I’m proud of you,” he murmured sincerely. “And I love you too, son.”

“…so would this be a good time for me to mention the fact that you’re going to be a grandfather again?” Jacob asked, his voice slowing down with each and every word.

Draco snorted loudly as everyone’s gaze immediately snapped across to Harry.

“You’re pregnant?!”

Harry nodded sheepishly.

“Congratulations!”

Whilst everyone else was quick to join in with their own heartfelt congratulations Ron had been reduced to be completely uncontrollable hysterics which his wife was desperately trying to put an end to whilst also dealing with a baby who had just been rudely awoken by said hysterics and was not a happy little lady at all.

Harry glanced across at his best friend, a hurt look in his eyes as he asked softly,

“Something funny?”

“Yes…oh, Merlin…yes…” Ron wheezed, wiping his eyes before rising to his feet and pulling his best friend into a quick hug being mindful of the baby Harry held. “Jinx!”

“W-What?” Harry gasped, pulling back from the hug so that he could stare at both of his best friends, one of whom was still giggling like a little boy whilst the other was blushing bright red behind her artfully styled bushy hair. “Hermione? Y-You’re…”

Draco blinked, mentally flipping the switch he had created to control his gift which allowed him to see the fact that Hermione’s aura was indeed stronger around her stomach than anywhere else, the strong yellow colour as much a confirmation of her present condition as the change of colour in Harry’s aura around his stomach.

“Yes.”

Rising to her feet the two best friends, each holding their firstborn children in their arms, faced each other and simultaneously reached out to touch the others stomach.

“Anyone would think we did it on purpose…” Harry chuckled, shaking his head as his hurt look was transformed into one of joy. “Congratulations.”

“You too,” she beamed back at him. “Sorry for stealing some of your limelight. We were planning on telling you once you got back from your honeymoon but apparently my somewhat intoxicated husband simply couldn’t wait.”

Said husband was now being hugged by his tearful mother, his eyes silently begging the two of them to come and help him…but neither of them made even the slightest attempt to do so, silently agreeing that it was a just punishment for his behaviour.

After the cake had been eaten, Teddy getting the first piece of course, the children gathered so that they could be entertained in the make-shift crèche by several of the guests, the dance floor was cleared and the couple shared their first dance.

L is for the way you look at me,
O is for the only one I see,
V is very, very extraordinary,
E is even more than anyone that you adore and…

Love is all that I can give to you.
Love is more than just a game for two.
Two in love can make it,
Take my heart and please don't break it.
Love was made for me and you.

L is for the way you look at me,
O is for the only one I see,
V is very, very extraordinary,
E is even more than anyone that you adore can.

Love is all that I can give to you.
Love is more than just a game for two.
Two in love can make it,
Take my heart and please don't break it.
Love was made for me and you.
Love was made for me and you.
Love was made for me and you.

Draco and Jasper were among the couples who joined in towards the end on the song, their arms wrapped around each other as they swayed together.

They danced together for nearly an hour, laughing together as they compared all of the weddings they had ever been to including their own and joining their friends when they too made their way out onto the dance floor every now and then.

Harry and Jacob were stuck doing the rounds of the many, many guests and were only able to dance themselves a handful of times, mostly when it was things like the ‘Time Warp’ which Draco had learnt at his own wedding reception or the ‘YMCA.’

Pretty soon it was time for the then to leave for their honeymoon, three weeks spent traveling through India, China and Thailand, which of course resulted in a tearful round of goodbyes with Teddy and JJ although most of the tears came from Harry.

“We’ll look after them like they were our own, you know that, Harry,” Draco promised as he removed JJ from his daddy’s arms and returned him to the crèche. “All you need to worry about is relaxing for three weeks and enjoying yourselves.”

Harry had asked them to look after the children while they were away.

He’d admitted that he was worried about leaving his sons for such a long period of time but had admitted that some time away would be greatly appreciated.

“I thought of asking Ron and Hermione to stay while we were away but…” Harry had admitted sheepishly. “…it pains to me to admit it but you know my children better than either of them. You’ve been part of Teddy’s life for the last five years.”

Draco had been genuinely honoured to be the one Harry trusted to look after them.

“We’ll see you when we get back.”

The newlyweds disappeared with a loud Pop! as Harry used side-apparition to transport them to their first destination of many on their carefully planned trip.

JJ, too young to understand what was going on, began to fuss almost as soon as his parents were gone and would not settle no matter who tried.

“Perhaps we should take him home,” Draco suggested, bouncing JJ in his arms in a well-practised move which usually worked but was having no effect this time. “He might settle if he’d somewhere familiar, somewhere he can smell Harry and Jacob.”

Jasper nodded, leaning over to press a kiss to his husband’s lips.

“I’ll get Teddy and Scorpius,” he murmured. “We’ll meet you at the car.”

Draco nodded, stealing a kiss of his own before he began to make the rounds, saying goodbye to various people whilst explaining their reasons for leaving early.

Everyone understood.

Lucius and Narcissa, however, chose to accompany them as they wanted to “discuss something important” with the two of them and this was the “perfect opportunity.”

Given that there wasn’t enough room in the car for all of them the Malfoys offered to Apparate instead and Teddy all but begged to go with them, holding Narcissa’s hand with a brilliant smile on his face as they too disappeared with a pop!

“What do you think they want to talk to us about?”

“I have no idea.”

Thankfully the journey back to the picturesque house in the woods had the merciful side effect of putting both Scorpius and JJ to sleep, their little heads tilting towards each other in their magically reinforced car seats whilst sucking their thumbs.

“We’ll just put these two to bed…” Draco murmured to his parents as they slipped into the house having worked silently to extract the boys from their car seats without waking them. “Then we can have that chat you…wait…where’s Teddy?”

Narcissa smiled.

“He crashed about five minutes after we got here,” she explained, opening the front door of the picturesque house for her son and son-in-law. “He was out like a light by the time Lucius and I had finished putting him to bed and hasn’t stirred since.”

“Huh…” Draco chuckled softly as he began to head upstairs as quietly as possible. “That’s a minor miracle considering the amount of sugar he’s ingested today.”

With his mother helping to change both of the babies wedding outfits into comfortable pyjama’s with a quick bit of transfiguration it was blissfully easy to put them to bed without waking them and soon the four adults were sat in the front room, Narcissa and Lucius enjoying a cup of freshly brewed tea.

“Draco,” his mother eventually sighed after a long moment of silence, placing her cup and saucer down on the little coffee table. “Your father and I were…your father and I were wondering if you and the rest of the Olympic Coven would like to move into the Manor with us now that your time in Forks is coming to an end.”

“How do you know about that?”

The family had only recently begun discussing their options in regards to relocating to a new area since people were starting to notice that they hadn’t aged, particularly Carlisle and Esme who were looking entirely too youthful for their supposed years.

“Esme and I talk almost every day, Draco,” his mother replied calmly, pulling a ridiculously expensive looking mobile phone out of her purse and waving it towards her stunned son. “It would be a beneficial for all of us. If you were to move into the magical community you wouldn’t have to hide that you were vampires anymore.”

“What about the anti-dark creature legislation?” Draco asked, shifting in his seat as his husband frowned in confusion. “I’ve read everything that the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures have ever published on vampires and–”

“Hermione has been making great changes as she’s risen through the ranks of the Ministry,” Narcissa chuckled brightly, retrieving a large piece of parchment from inside her purse which she handed over to her son. “The legislation has changed.”

Draco felt his eyes widen as he accepted the piece of parchment and found himself looking down at a copy of the new legislation regarding “dark” creatures which stated that any “dark” creature with a human level of intelligence would be subject to the same laws as Wizards, Witches and Muggles which would allow them to live freely and abide by their own customs so long as none of said laws were broken.

“How did she…?”

“It started with her determination to sort out the…how did she put it…oh, yes, the shortcomings to do with the rights of House Elves and it just seemed to spiral from there,” Narcissa explained. “I will admit it’s taking the public a little bit of time to get used to these changes but if they can accept pardoned Death Eaters back into their society then they’ll eventually accept and move on to their next problem.”

Oh.

“We’ll have to talk it over with the rest of the family,” Draco murmured, reaching out to take hold of his husbands hand and received a gentle squeeze in reply. “But it sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea. As much as I’ve grown to love Forks and the Reservation, although that’s mostly due to the people I’ve met there, the idea of raising our son in the Malfoy family home is absolutely…”

“…wonderful,” Jasper finished for him. “It will be absolutely wonderful.”

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A/N I wasn’t going to write this when I originally planned out this story but it wouldn’t leave me alone until I did so here it is. Hope you enjoyed it. Just the Epilogue to go now and then that’s it. Comments welcome. X
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