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Promising Submission	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 67264 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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An: sorry it took so long to get to this chapter. I was unsure where it was going to go, but now i have a definitive direction and forsee only three or four more chapters.
Chapter 21
When the house elves woke Nathanial and he noticed Harry was not in bed beside him, he realized that this day would be unlike any others. The elves cleaned his insides. They gave him potions that he could feel cleaning his bowls, emptying his intestines, bladder, kidneys, stomach, and tightening his sphincter.
They told him the potions would clean him, purify him, and make him like new again.
They cleaned his outside, bathing him with oils and perfumes the fumes of which made his head spin. They pasted him with something that removed what little hair on is body Harry permitted to remain and Nathanial found that the paste also made him extremely sensitive. They gave him a white lace thong to wear, and it did little to hide anything.
The garment they dressed him in came in two parts and was mostly sheer. The front and back were unattached and he was only able to wear them due to clear adhesive oil that glued the sheer material to his shoulders and arms. They left a three inch space around his neck, along his shoulders, and down his arms for a purpose that Nathanial couldn’t discern. When he caught his reflection, Nathanial wondered if it wouldn’t be more effective to be completely naked. The garment did very little to shield his nudity.
They left his hair loose and framing his shoulders and face, though they brushed it until it was slick and perfect with little beaded braids woven intermediately.
The elves were solemn and their ritualistic attitude affected the leopard. He spoke very little only asking the effects of the potions and to make sure that Harry had ordered this.
When they were finished, they led him down the hall ways and into the basement. The door they led him through wasn’t one he’d ever entered, assuming it was a wine cellar of some sort.
The little elves pushed open the door and then disappeared, though Nathanial didn’t notice. He was focused on the multitude of sober faces in the stone room. It was silent and Nathanial could feel the magic of the place identify and then accept him.
There was a clear path through the multitude of people, some he recognized and some he didn’t, into a circle of symbols Nathanial didn’t recognize within which Harry was waiting with an out stretched arm.
Clarity assaulted him and Nathanial understood that this was the long awaited Marking ceremony. With every step Nathanial took towards his master, he released his fears and nerves. He surrendered completely so that by the time he reached the circle of symbols, he was calm and serene.
He only entered after his master’s nod and noticed absently that both Micah and Sirius were also inside the circle.
Nathanial kneeled before his master gracefully and humbly.
The magic began to hum and Nathanial understood that this was the beginning.
“With this ritual you, Nathanial Grayson, are giving yourself to me completely and wholly, without reservation. Is this your wish?”
“Yes.” Nathanial’s voice was as calm as Harry’s and he understood that there were no masters or pets here. It was only Harry and Nathanial, joining forever willingly.
“With this ritual all previous contracts and relationships will be transferred to me and me only. Is this your wish?”
“Yes.”
“With this ritual your thoughts, emotions, health, and life are mine to do with as I wish. Is this your wish?”
“Yes” Again there was no hesitation in either voice, and the magic hummed louder.
“With this ritual, you will be tied to me and only me. Is this your wish?”
“Yes.” Nathanial didn’t even spare a thought to Asher. The vampire had made his choice.
“With this ritual you will gain access to my most primitive hungers and desires, and will have intimate knowledge of my needs. Is this your wish?”
“Yes.” Nathanial had to force the word past the primal want that clogged his throat. He wanted that more then anything.
“Because of this ritual, all your children will belong to me and will be my heirs. Is this your wish?”
“Yes.” Nathanial swallowed down the emotion that was conjured by the idea of children. They’d not talked about it after the disastrous misunderstanding and Nathanial had put it from his mind.
“With this ritual, you are mine politically, physically, mentally, magically, for eternity by eternity. Is this your wish?”
“Yes.”
“Micah please step forwards.”
A near silent step sounded next to Nathanial, but he didn’t look away from Harry.
“Do you Nimir- Raj of the Blood Drinker’s Clan, give your blessing and release your claim on Nathanial Grayson to me?”
“I Do.”
Nathanial swayed under the weight of the magic as it pressed against him. He didn’t hear Micah step back, but assumed he did.
“Sirius, please step forward. Do you, Lord Black, representative of my past and my parents accept Nathanial Grayson as mine and any children from him as acceptable heirs to my magic and fortune?”
“I Do.”
Sirius’ voice was superimposed by multitudes of what could only be Harry’s dead. The multitude reverberated around the otherwise silent room. Nathanial couldn’t hold in the cry of joy as the magic seeped into him and pulsed under his skin. It felt like honey, thick and sweet.
“We the first, those who have not been asked, never the less, give our blessing and a gift.”
The magic changed at the duet of voices from a transparent man and woman Nathanial didn’t recognize. The man was old and had a staff raised high above his head. The woman was not as old but the feathered skull and snake raised high in her hands made Nathanial feel slightly sick. A pulse of light, white and black, came from their raised hands and joined with the magic pulsing around Nathanial and Harry. The change was immediate and felt heavier, and longer.
“Give me your wrists Nathanial.” Harry ordered once the transparent man and woman disappeared. He gave not indication that they had been unexpected, so Nathanial accepted them fearlessly.
He raised his wrist to his Harry soundlessly and without hesitation. He watched wordless as Sirius handed Harry a knife that shined like silver. Nathanial was not afraid. If there was pain, then he would accept it. Harry would take care of him and not give him more then he could handle. For the first time, there was no fear; only boundless trust.
When the knife pressed into his skin and did not burn, Nathanial knew it wasn’t silver, but his trust never faltered.
Harry carved symbols into his skin, and though Nathanial didn’t recognize them he felt their meaning reverberate in the magic under his skin.
Possession.
Ownership.
Custody.
Control.
When Harry had circled both wrists in these symbols he ordered Nathanial to his feet. The cuts were not deep but they bled and blood dripped from the wounds to the floor. With each drop the magic around them pulsed, the symbols on the floor flared, and Nathanial realized that Harry felt it too.
The knife carved symbols in Nathanial’s neck next, and he finally understood why the garment was open there.
Protection.
Love.
Guardianship
Care
Fortification
Security
Shielding.
These symbols wound around his neck where it met his torso. Nathanial watched Harry and when the wizard was out of sight, closed his eyes. He made not a sound against the pain. When the circle on his neck was closed Harry was once again in front of him.
Micah handed Harry a cloth which he used to clean the blood from the knife and Nathanial’s shoulders. The pause was short and Harry began chanting while carving the next symbols. Nathanial couldn’t understand the words but he felt the magic respond.
Logic
Need
Emotion
Thought
Hunger
Sensation
Passion
Reflection
Want
These were carved carefully and with precession along the shoulder and down the arm to attach the ring on the neck to the ring on the wrist on both arms. Frequently, Harry wiped the cuts of blood in order to better see, but never with the same cloth, always with a fresh one provided by either Micah or Sirius.
When that was finished Harry returned to stand in front of Nathanial and carved something that felt detailed but created no feelings in the magic. He decided it was Harry’s mark of some kind, something that identified Harry specifically. He saw pride and affection in his master’s eyes and he gulped around the pain.
By the time Harry had completed the design, Nathanial was nearly overcome by the weight of the magic inside him. It was like a living entity, twisting, crawling, and needing. It did not frighten him because Harry was there. Harry was in control, but it was interesting.
“Nathanial.” Harry broke the silence and the magic strained towards completeness.
“Do you wish to be mine?”
“Yes Master.” The ‘master’ wasn’t necessary and it changed the magic, cementing it in a direction it wasn’t certain it should go. Harry’s lip twitched in glad acceptance, relieving the leopard.
“I accept.”
The magic flared and rushed towards culmination.
“I claim you.”
It constricted inside him and then flew outwards, taking with it his impurities and his flaws. It flew around he and Harry, pulling them closer together. Then it crashed back into them with a pure bell noise, bringing with it a sense of understanding of Harry that was nearly overwhelming in its intensity.
‘Master!’ Nathanial cried out mentally at the onslaught.
He was surprised when he received a calming emotion of serenity and safety coming from something completely different from the link he’d had with Anita. Her link had been superficial. This was total and overwhelming. He could feel eternity in it and wondered if that was the gift they’d been given.
When the magic settled inside them, Nathanial realized he was kneeling at Harry’s feet again and his master’s hand was on his head. He relaxed against Harry’s legs in sublime submission.
“Up.” Harry ordered softly and then kissed Nathanial gently on the lips.
“Mine.” He whispered.
“Yours Master, always.” Nathanial answered. It wasn’t part of the ritual, but it was comforting none the less.
As the ritual was over, Harry led Nathanial from the room and the guests followed. The leopard was exhausted but dutifully served his master food from the buffet provided in the den as they got there.
Harry settled in a large chair and fed Nathanial from his plate.
Their guests came one by one to congratulate them and Nathanial got his first clear glimpse of who was there.
Jean-Claude and Requiem thanked Harry for allowing them to witness the ritual, though the Master of the City confessed ignorance to its true results. He expressed curiosity, but Nathanial knew by his master’s small smirk that the vampire’s curiosity would not be assuaged.
Richard and most of his pack were there, and Nathanial’s friends followed some unspoken knowledge and asked Harry for permission before hugging Nathanial in congratulations. Their words gave Nathanial the impression that they thought the ritual was a marriage. Nathanial knew it was much more then that. Richard shook Harry’s hand wordlessly but bowed his head in submission to the power Harry had showed. It was an interesting show of loyalty and fealty.
Micah and the whole pard came to support him and Nathanial wondered how the full moons would go now. He was not worried. Harry would take care of it.
Harry’s wizard friends were there and Nathanial was introduced to some of Harry’s adoptive family he’d not met. Bill and Charlie were much larger then Harry, but their eyes reflected their affection and respect. Even the mischievous twins were calm and collected with their blessings.
Nathanial watched with great humor that they drifted towards Richard after they’d finished speaking with Harry and him.
Neville and Luna were sweet, though odd, in their blessings, and Nathanial could feel Harry’s love for them through their unexplored and infant bond.
Severus asked after Nathanial’s health and the results of the potions he’d taken. Nathanial answered without a blush, surprising himself.
Asher was charming and if there was sadness in his eyes, neither Harry nor Asher mentioned it.
Dean and Seamus came with a gift. Apparently they’d gotten the invitation through the pack and completely misunderstood. They gave the gift anyway, thought it was inappropriate. Seamus apologized for not understanding earlier. They explained that this ritual was once common among wizards in relationships like theirs, but they couldn’t understand a non wizard wanting to be in it. Nathanial didn’t understand the double standard but didn’t mention it.
Damian gave a wordless bow to Harry and a small smile to Nathanial. It was interesting to Nathanial, that those individuals who’d never needed or bothered to get permission to address him before, were now adamant in getting approval from Harry before even acknowledging him. He wondered if it was a side affect of the ritual and weather or not it would wear off. He wasn’t complaining, just curious.
The guests stayed long into the night and until almost morning light.
Nathanial attended to Harry that night dutifully and with more love then he knew how to express. The cuts in his flesh had become smooth black marks sometime without Nathanial’s notice and Harry spent long hours examining them.
They were everything Nathanial could have hoped for in a mark. They were very visible, and totally unique. But most importantly, Nathanial could feel them on his skin, declaring him as Harry’s and shielding him. They were the embodiment of their contract in his flesh.
The design that was the personal touch of Harry was a jewel toned oval shaped like a precious stone. It was emerald and imbued with Harry’s magical signature. A lightning bolt negative darkened the background. It seemed to shine against Nathanial’s skin and he fingered it constantly.
“Kitten?” Harry asked just before Nathanial fell into sleep.
“Yes master.”
“Tell me about the ritual from your perspective.”
Nathanial smiled and forced himself more awake.
“It was amazing. Every time you asked me if I wished to be yours, it got heavier until it climaxed when you claimed me. Who was the man a woman who came?”
“A yes, I wasn’t expecting them. Merlin and Morgana LeFay. The founders of my line and my people. I think they gave us immortality?”
“Really?” Nathanial wasn’t sure how he should feel about that.
“Yes, although I suspect that we will only live as long as we wish. I am happy with the ritual. We will explore our bond later; I can feel that you are tired.”
“Yes master. Did you make the ritual?”
Harry nodded, “Yes I took aspects from various ones to give us both a link to the other. Some rituals only allowed the dom. to feel the sub., some only allowed the sub. to feel the dom. It was necessary to alter them. I had planned to complete the ritual in a week but Belle Morte’s pending arrival pushed it up. I decided that I would rather push it forward and claim you early then have you unclaimed when they get here. ”
Nathanial smiled and buried his head in his master’s neck, warm feelings welling up inside him, completely stratified with his lot in life, and optimistic about his future for the first time.
“I trust you Harry.” He whispered. Knowing that this was the best thing he could give Harry.
“I know, kitten.”

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