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Through the Fire	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 25821 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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A/N- The Chapter is lengthy and covers a couple POV's. But it's mainly Harry and Draco that shines through.
"So he's alive?" Harry whispered. Draco held him close as they spooned in bed. They had made love three times that night. Twice in bed and once in the shower. Harry had called an elf and ordered a large meal for them. They were both in their robes. Harry was sitting in between Draco's legs on the bed eating a slice of strawberry cheesecake. Rather, he was playing with his cake instead of eating it.
"Yes," Draco answered, putting his empty plate down on the tray, then reached around taking Harry's uneaten cake adding it to the tray.
"I don't know how to thank you, Draco," Harry said, looking up at his mate.
Draco moved the tray from off the bed setting it down on the nightstand. Harry turned to face him, Draco cupped one of his cheeks and pressed his lips to Harry's. Their kiss was unhurried, but there was not a lot of heat behind it. The only thing that Harry felt was love, and it vibrated through his body. Draco slowly separated their lips pressing their foreheads together. Harry opened his eyes and realized that Draco was staring at him. They gazed into his eyes, letting the silence wash over them.
"There's no need for you to thank me. I love you, Harry. We are mates, and it is my duty to not only love you but care for you. I will do anything to make you happy."
Harry cupped the warm hands on his cheeks. "I still feel there must be something I can do to show you how much it means to me that you would put yourself in danger to rescue my godfather."
Draco pulled back and stared at Harry for a few minutes before moving Harry slightly out of the way. He got off the bed and walked over to their walk in closet. Harry got on his knees and peered around the corner trying to figure out what his mate was up to. He heard him moving around, but still had no idea what Draco was doing. He was about to say something when Draco came out of the closet with a smile on his face.
"What are you up?" Harry asked, curious at the sudden change in his mate.
Draco did not answer, and the smile on his lips did not disappear. He extended one of his hands towards Harry. "Come here," he instructed.
Confused, Harry took his hand, and Draco pulled him off the bed and guided him to the chair in the far corner of the room. Harry sat down and watched as Draco fell to one of his knees.
"Draco what are you doing?" Harry asked still confused.
Draco squeezed the hand he was still holding. "Shut up and let me do this, I'm nervous as it is already."
"What are you trying to do?"
"You're so adorable," Draco chuckled.
Harry couldn't figure out what he meant by that. "I don't understand what me being adorable have to do with you why you are nervous."
Draco touched his lips quieting him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Harry," he said, opening his eyes. "I think I've been in love you since the day I met you, but I was too stupid to realize. Granted, we were eleven so cut me some slack." They both smiled before Draco took another deep breath and continued. "The day I realized you were my mate I didn't know what to do with myself. All I could think was, I finally had you, and I wanted to make you happy." Draco reached up and moved a lock of hair from Harry's face. His hand remained on his cheek. "You are so beautiful and strong. I marvel at your intellect and revel in your presence. You have the biggest heart of anyone that I know, and I am proud to call myself your mate. You asked me what could you do to thank me for giving your godfather back to you." Harry nodded and felt the tears for the first time falling to his cheeks. "Harry James Potter," Draco said as he opened his other hand that held a small box. He opened it and inside was a platinum silver band with a square jade diamond. Draco took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Harry's finger. "Will you do me the honor of bonding me and officially becoming my husband, the father of my kits, and life partner. Will you walk this life and the next beside me and not behind me?"
Harry could not breathe, he looked up at Draco and then the ring on his finger. Draco just asked me to marry him. Oh, Shit! Draco just ask me, to fucking marry him! Yes...Yes…Yes! A thousand times yes! Did I say that out loud? Once he was able to wrap his mind around what just happened and the fact that he could not hold back his tears any longer. He threw his arms around Draco, and they end up falling to the floor. He peppered Draco's face with kisses causing Draco to break out in peals of laughter.
"I take that as a yes?" Draco asked through his laughter.
"Of course, it's a yes!" He said through kisses. Draco bubbled with laughter, and Harry knew his mate was happy. He could feel it through their bond. He was happy for the second time that day.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
They were laying on the floor in their room, and Harry rested his head on Draco's chest, looking at his engagement watching as the jade diamond glistened in the moonlight. "How long were you planning to ask me to marry you?"
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, I'm not" Harry answered, looking up at his mate.
"From the time I knew I was going to have a mate, I had that ring commissioned. My parents tried to talk me out of it, but I wouldn't hear any of it. I just knew that my mate was going to be someone worthy of my love. And I'm not disappointed." Draco kissed Harry's forehead.
They were quiet for a few minutes. Harry could not stop smiling. He was mated, and soon he will be married. Nothing or no one could take away the happy feelings inside of him.
"Do you mind if we waited to get married?" Draco asked. "I know I asked you, but hear me out." Harry nodded Draco must have a good reason to want to wait. "I want us to start our new life together without the Dark Lord or an impending war hanging over our heads." Now Harry understood. "While I was gone, I had some time to think, when I was not battling my fears..."
"I hope you know I don't believe you're weak, Draco?" Harry lifted his head and stared into his mate in the eyes. He was able to see the torment Draco went through when they completed their bond while he drank Draco's blood. "I have never thought of you as weak. One of the things I love about you is your strength and how much I rely on you. I realized after you left how much I needed you beside me. Sometimes I think I'm the one holding you back. I look at your parents and Severus and Remus. What they have gone through, the entire time they had to hide who they love, added with the times they were separated from each other. While you were gone, they were not worried about their mates and knew they would come back to them. But I…"
"Don't do that," Draco said, stopping him.
"Don't do what?"
"I know what you saw was only a small portion. But," Draco said, cupping Harry's cheek. "I couldn't have beaten my fears if I did not have your strength and love with me. I knew in my heart the Harry I was seeing wasn't the real you and I almost gave into my fears. But then I remembered, I had the real you to come back home to. No, I didn't say that right. Harry, you are my home. Anywhere I go I take you with me." He said touching his heart.
Harry's eyes teared up, "Why are you doing this to me?" He asked.
"Doing what, my love?"
"Making me cry," Harry said as more tears streamed down his cheeks.
Draco chuckled, "As long as they are happy tears, I don't mind making you cry."
"Shut up," Harry said, smacking Draco lightly on the chest. Draco laughed more, and it was music to Harry's ear. His mate was home, and soon they would be married and starting a family. They just needed to get rid of Voldemort first.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry stopped outside the door and took a deep breath. He'd left Draco in their private room sleeping with a note letting him where he was in case Draco woke up looking for him. Harry rested his head on the door and closed his eyes.
"You know he's dying to see you right? Stephania is doing everything in her powers to keep him from escaping."
Harry lifted his head and turned to see Lucius was standing behind him. Harry turned his body around fully putting his back to the door. "Hi, I'm glad you're back."
Lucius stared at him for a very long minute, and Harry felt nervous under his gaze. Even his smile didn't put Harry at ease. "I see that you and Draco have taken your mating to the next level." Harry felt his face heat up and know that he must look at red as a tomato. "And he gave you that ring he's been carrying with him since he was six.
Did he just say six?!
Lucius chuckled as if hearing Harry's thoughts. "If you haven't noticed, when Draco sets his mind on something there's no talking him out of it. And let me be the first to Congratulate you and welcoming to our family, Harry."
"Thank you, Fa...," he stuttered over what he should now refer to Lucius after all, the man was his father-in-law.
"Why don't we stick with Lucius until you are comfortable calling me father." Harry nodded. "Now," Lucius said. "Tell me why you're standing out here and not in there talking to Sirius?"
Harry sighed and moved away from the door. He sat on the chair beside the door. "I don't know what to say to him. I feel as if I let him down."
"Why do you think that?" Lucius asked as he sat in the other chair facing Harry.
"I should have known!" Harry yelled. "I should have known he was alive and I didn't. I believed Dumbledore and his lies for so long."
"How could you have known he was alive? The golem Dumbledore used, mimicked Black in every regard."
"But I should have known!" Harry said through clenched teeth holding back his tears. "I should have seen through Dumbledore machinations."
"Stop that right now!"
Harry gasped and slowly turned his head to the side to see Sirius standing at the door. He was leaning on crutches. Harry's heart broke looking at his godfather. If it weren't for the tattoos on his hands and neck, Harry wouldn't have recognized Sirius.
"Sirius! What are you doing out of bed?" Harry asked, getting out of his chair to go to Sirius' side.
"I wanted to know what was taking you so long," Sirius wheezed. Harry helped him over to the couch beside Lucius. Sirius looked at the other man. "Malfoy, if I haven't said it before, thank you."
Lucius smiled and nodded, "You're welcome. But really I'm not the one you need to thank. Draco was the one who made up his mind that finding you and getting you home, just to make his mate happy."
"Then I will give him my appreciation personally. But mate or not, he will not be touching my godson until they're formally bonded."
Harry wanted to tell him that ship has sailed, but he saw the discrete shake of Lucius' head and decided to keep his mouth shut.
Lucius smiled, then got up. "I will leave you two to have your talk. I will let the Minister know that you will speak with him tomorrow." He said to Harry as he walked away.
"Minister? Why do you need to speak to the Minister?" Sirius asked.
"I want to make sure you are free and clear, so when Draco told me what happened, I sent a letter to the Minister informing him that I need to speak with him. He will be spending the night."
"Are you sure we can trust him?" Sirius asked.
"No," Harry answered. "But I have a bargaining chip up my sleeve."
Sirius stared at Harry as if searching for something. "You've changed," he commented.
"I had to, Siri, I had to grow up without you." Harry shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down.
"It wasn't part of my plan, you know?" Sirius whispered. "I wanted to be free and adopt you and be the responsible godparent your father saw in me."
"You aren't to blame for what happened," Harry told him.
"And neither are you, stop blaming yourself for the shit that happened," Sirius added. "None of us knew what Dumbledore was capable of. I'm pretty sure he kept Remus away so he wouldn't pick up on anything either. We trusted him blindly, and it was exactly what he wanted. If he weren't already dead, I would have killed him once I've gained my strength."
"Did they tell you how he died?"
"The short version was death by snakes, so I assumed old Moldy Shorts did it," Sirius answered.
"I poisoned him," Harry whispered, looking away from Sirius when he gasped.
"Oh, Pup," Sirius murmured.
"I guess you're ashamed of me now?"
They were silent for a few minutes, and Harry was afraid that he was right and that Sirius was ashamed of what he's done. Harry went to stand, and Sirius stopped him. "Look at me, Harry." He did not want to look and see the disappointment in Sirius' eyes. "Look at me, Pup." Harry sighed before looking at Sirius, who was staring at him intently. "This wasn't the life James and Lily wanted you to have. If anyone that should feel shame, it should be me. I wasn't there when you needed me. I let my anger cloud my judgment when you needed me to protect you, and in the end, I left you alone. You don't know how many times, I regretted my stupidity by going after Pettigrew. I was unknowingly pulled into his trap, and even then I couldn't see through my anger." Tears began to cloud Harry's vision. "Harry, I'm so sorry. So very sorry for not being there for you, to watch you grow up, to teach you the things that you had to learn on your own. Please…"
Harry didn't let Sirius finish. He couldn't take it anymore. He threw himself at Sirius, nodding his head. His lips couldn't form the words, it was okay and hoped that Sirius understood his actions. He had forgiven Sirius long ago, and he understood why his godfather ran after the traitor. Truth be told he'd thought about what he would have done in Sirius' situation of finding his best friend and wife dead when they should have been protected. When a friend they trusted betrayed them. Given more time to think about it, Harry's certain he would have done the same thing. Even with magic, he was still human with strong emotions. And because of such feelings, everyone reacts differently depending on the situation. What made Harry angry about the entire situation was that Sirius wasn't given a chance to clear his name. He was thrown on the chopping block and ripped to pieces without evidence, which is what Harry wanted to change. They had stopped crying and dried their eyes, but Harry did not move from his godfather's arms. He enjoyed the firm hold the man had on him. He felt safe again for the second time that day. He closed his eyes, thinking that Sirius was asleep.
"So, you and baby Malfoy, huh? I'm sure James did not see that coming. But I guess it was bound to happen. Like father, like son."
That had Harry snapping his eyes open and him lifting his head off Sirius' chest and staring him in the face. "W..Wh..what are you talking about?" Sirius burst into laughter doubling over holding his stomach. "Siri, stop being a jerk and answer me. Tell me what you mean by that!" Sirius continued to laugh as tears ran down his cheeks. Harry crossed his arms over his chest and waited for his godfather to stop being a jerk. "You're a real jerk. You know that?" Harry pouted.
Sirius laughter quieted down to giggles. "Okay, okay," he said, wiping the corner of his eyes. "So picture this, me, James and Remy were first years and the first time he saw old, tall, blonde and brooding, with stormy gray eyes. Your father fell hopelessly in lust. This was before he realized what a gem Lily was." He looked at Harry. "I'm surprised Remus hasn't told you this before. Anyway, your father did everything besides standing naked in the Great Hall to get Lucius to notice him. I'm sure he thought about it. James was an action kind of guy and think of the consequences later, even as a kid."
"Wait, so nothing happened between them?" Harry asked and knew he sounded relieved at that.
"Nope, but there were a few times we had to save him from embarrassing. Every time, tall, blonde and mysterious spoke to him he got tongue-tied. I'm pretty sure Lucius figured it out and never said anything. But man, your father had it bad. I don't think he got over his crush, even when we terrorized Severus." The smile slipped from Sirius' face. "I think that's the first time I've called him, Severus since we were kids. No matter how much of an arse he can be, Severus is a good man."
"He is, and I owe him my life," Sirius said looking at Harry.
"I think we are all indebted to Severus in some ways. Did you know my mother made him my godfather, as well?"
"No, but thanks for telling me," Sirius said to him. "Your parents would be proud of you and the man that you have become. I am too." Harry smiled. "So tell me, is baby Malfoy good in bed?"
Harry felt his cheeks heat up and knew he was blushing a bright red. "Oh, for Merlin's sake," he groaned and covered his face. Causing Sirius to explode in peels of laughter. "Weren't you the one who practically threatened to cut off his balls a few minutes ago?" He asked peeking through his fingers.
"Sirius scoffed, "that was for Lucius benefit. By the glow on your face, I know when someone's been laid. I've worn that glow a few times myself."
"Oh, gods, Sirius, stop! You are bloody embarrassing," Harry told him falling back on the sofa. Sirius continued laughing. Harry admitted to himself that he loved the jovial sound coming from his godfather.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry stood in the far corner of the room. His head was bowed and his eyes closed. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and one leg over the other. If anyone looked at him, they would think he was sleeping standing up, but in actuality what he was doing was listening to a sniveling Minister begged for his life. The only one who knew what he was up to was Lucius. Last night before returning to the room, he shared with Draco, he went in search of his father-in-law and told him his plans.
"But being Minster is all that I have," Fudge whimpered. "Don't take it from me, please."
"Will you shut the hell up and sign the bloody papers!" Harry yelled opening his eyes looking at Fudge. "You're giving me a headache, for crying out loud," he got off the wall and walked over to the table where Fudge was sitting. "I've given you every opportunity to resign with your dignity intact, and yet you refuse."
"B...but Dumbledore..." Fudge whimpered again.
"He's fucking dead, you moron!" Harry yelled instantly shutting Fudge up.
"Wh..what that can't be."
"Believe it," Lucius added. "I watched him die."
"Oh dear," Fudge whispered. "But he promised…"
"I don't give a bloody fuck what he promised you. Sign the damn papers relinquishing to Lucius Malfoy now." Harry demanded. "Soon the entire world will know that fucker is dead."
"B...but what will I do. Being a Minister is all I have ever…"
Harry was getting tired of listening to the man whine and whimper. His voice was beginning to grate on his nerves. "Fudge, you are worthless. From my time being introduced to the magical community, you have done nothing. Nothing to protect the people under your care. You've allowed Dumbledore to walk all over you and you relied on him to think for you. You allowed a woman who had no business teaching children to abuse them in your name. You allowed an innocent man to be imprisoned while criminals run free. You are useless as a man and useless as a Minister. I wanted you to give the Ministry up of your own free will, but seeing as you cannot think for yourself, I'm going to do it for you." Harry stepped back. "My Lady," he called out.
The avatar of Hogwarts appeared in the room. She bowed, "Yes, my young heir," she said, standing up and looked at Harry.
"What is going on?" Fudge asked. "Who's that?"
Harry ignored him and spoke to Lady Hogwarts. "I need your assistance, my Lady."
"All you have to do is ask, my heir," she told him.
"Ensure that Fudge signs the papers in front of him, use force if you have to. And then remove his memories. Then send him home having no knowledge of what he's done," he instructed. Harry tapped Lucius on his shoulder telling him that they should leave. They turned and walked to the door. Harry was about to open it when he was stopped. "You had your chance, Fudge."
"What do you want me to replace his memories with, my heir?"
Harry thought about it for a second, then looked over his shoulder to her. "Show him the memories of all the students he allowed Dumbledore to torture and use. Let him live with the torment of seeing the carnage and chaos he turned a blind eye to. Let him be so tormented that one day he would be driven to madness and take his own life." Harry instructed, then opened the door and walked out with Lucius following behind him.
"I am very glad to be on your side, Harry," Lucius commented.
"There's still a lot I need to learn."
Lucius stopped him, "Listen to me." Harry looked up at his father-in-law to be. "You were pushed into a whole new world you had no knowledge of. Forced into a war because of a man who once had ideals of keeping the world safe and somehow lost his goals along the way…"
"What if what happened to Voldemort happens to me?" Harry asked voicing his deepest fear. He noticed his behavior over the past few months. He also noticed how bloodthirsty he'd become. He felt as if his taste for revenge had taken over his sense of morality.
"Answer me this. Why are you doing all of this? Why are you going to such lengths?"
Harry did not need to think about the answer. "I want to make Hogwarts the safe haven it should have been. I want the Magical community to be safe from Muggles, but I also want to accomplish the founders started out doing, and finish where their children failed."
"And what do you want personally once all of this is over? What do you want in return for all that you will accomplish?"
"Nothing, only to see my family happy and to start my life with Draco. Build the family, we talked about," Harry answered.
"You don't want power? To be Ruler of the Magical World?" Lucius asked raising an eyebrow. "Wizards and witches bowing at your feet, seeing you as the next coming of Merlin?"
"Of course not!" Harry yelled. "I love being a wizard as much as I hate it. I hate that others see me as their savior. I hate that I lost my parents because of another man's need for power," he told Lucius.
"And that is why you will never become like him. There are so many differences between you and the Dark Lord. But the main one you should take away from this is; your actions are out of love, and the V…Voldemort's are for his own gain. You do not crave power, or the need to see others tortured because it pleases you. You are Harry Potter, the boy who lived, to those outside the doors of Hogwarts. But to us, your family the ones that who know you and have gotten to know you. You're simply Harry."
Harry blinked and felt tears droplets touched his cheeks. He reached up and wiped away his tears. He took a deep breath. "Thank you," he looked up at Lucius. "Father." He was able to say the word he could not say the day before.
Lucius pulled him into a hug. "Anytime, son."
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry was in his office looking over at the Quidditch field thinking that it's been a while since he did anything fun. The last time was when he and Draco had their first date. As if knowing that Harry was thinking about him, Draco's circled his arms around Harry's waist. Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back on his mates muscled chest. Draco kissed him on his forehead and Harry hummed reveling in Draco's loving embrace.
"You've been a busy little Veela haven't you?" Draco whispered against his forehead. Harry hummed as his response. "Father is going to be the next Minister of Magic and starting preparations to clear Sirius' name. And all before breakfast." Harry nodded. "Are you sure it's the right thing to do, playing our hand so early in the game?"
"Truthfully, no. But the longer we continue to hide, the longer we drag out this war. I want it to be over, Dray. I'm tired of watching my back waiting for the other shoe to drop."
Draco cupped his cheek, and Harry opened his eyes and gazed up at his mate, "Then let me watch your back," He told Harry. "Trust me to take care of you," he whispered. Harry nodded, and Draco's face leaned closer to his pulling him into a soul searing kiss. Harry turned fully into Draco's arms and let his mate comfort him for a little while.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor and watched as owls flew into the Great Hall and went to every student except for her and Ron. She was worried because two days ago, she wrote to her mom asking her for advice on what to do. There were too many things happening, and she wondered what she should do next in regards to Harry and her future. Ginny looked up from her uneaten meal when she heard the girl that was sitting beside her gasp in horror.
"Ginny, I'm so sorry," Lavender who was sitting beside her said.
Ginny looked at her confused, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Lavender's lips started to tremble, and Ginny looked around the room to see if anyone else was seeing this reaction from Lavender. The entire Great Hall was staring at her. What the hell is their problem? It was then she realized that everyone was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in their hands. She was about to grab the paper from Lavender when Professor Snape came over to her.
"Miss. Weasley, follow me," he instructed and began walking away without looking to see if she was following behind him. She hated Snape with a passion, but something must be wrong, for him wanting to see her. "Now, Ms. Weasley!" He yelled, standing at the entrance to the Great Hall. She jumped from her seat and ran to catch up to Snape. He was standing at the end of the hall with Ron waiting for her.
"Ron, what are you doing here?" She asked him when she got closer to them.
"I don't know, Gin, Snape said he needed to see us. I was on my way to the Great Hall when he stopped me."
"Follow me, both of you," Snape instructed and again walked away.
Ginny looked at Ron and rolled her eyes. Man, I wish Dumbledore would return and fire this fool. She thought. They followed Snape to the Headmaster's office and noticed the many changes since Snape took over as Headmaster. Ginny looked around the office and noticed that the pictures were all asleep. Ginny was getting annoyed with the older man and wanted to know why the hell the vampire wanted to see her and Ron.
"What did you want us for, Snape?" Ron asked echoing her thoughts. "Make it quick. I'm hungry."
"That's Headmaster to you, Mr. Weasley." Snape corrected. "And you would do well to watch your tone."
"Whatever," Ron sassed. "Why did you want to see us, anyway?"
"It's about your parents," Snape began, and that got Ginny and Ron's attention.
"What about our parents?!" Ron demanded.
"They are dead."
Both Ron and Ginny gasped and turned when they heard Harry's voice enter the Headmaster's office.
"What do you mean they are dead!?" Ginny demanded. Tears started welling in her eyes. "I don't believe you. You're lying!"
"H... how did they die?" Ron stuttered.
"Fire, someone set the Burrow on fire while they were asleep," Harry answered.
Ginny could not believe it. Her heart started to beat faster, and her legs became weak. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground as tears poured down her cheeks, she was an orphan. Her parents were gone.
"I assure you, Mr. Weasley, he's telling the truth," Ginny heard Snape respond to Ron's outburst. Ginny heard papers rustling and then a gasp. She lifted her head and looked up at Ron, who was looking at the same paper that Lavender was reading a few minutes ago at the Gryffindor table.
"But that can't be right, how can they be dead?" Ron asked his head was shaking in disbelieving what he heard. "Who could have done this?!" He asked. Ginny watched as anger washed over Ron's expression. "It was you!" He yelled, pointing at Harry, who looked down at the ground then back at Ron.
"As much as I hate you and your mother for what you did to me, I had no ill will against your father."
"Then...then you did kill them!" Ron accused.
"No, Ron I did not kill your parents. Am I sorry that they are dead? In some ways, I'm not. Like I said before Arthur did not do anything outwardly to me. But at the same time, he did not try to stop your mother or you and Ginny for what you planned to do to me."
Ginny watched and listened to the way Harry was talking, and she observed that he had indeed changed. He was talking as if he had never sat at their dinner table and ate a meal with them. Or even laughed with them or spent the night in their home.
"When did you become this person?" Ginny asked speaking up for the first time since finding out about her parents' death. "What happened to the Harry Potter I knew?"
Harry walked over to Ginny and kneeled so that they were at eye level. "Shouldn't I be asking you that question, Ginny? After all, it was part of your plan to keep me ignorant so that you and your mother could con me into marrying you and then kill me for my money." He touched her chin gently lifting her head. "As for who killed your parents. Witnesses placed you and Ron at the scene, leaving the Burrow."
Ginny and Ron gasped just as there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Ginny heard Snape ordered. Her mind was reeling from what Harry just said.
How can anyone believe Ron and I killed our parents?
"How could you!" Ginny heard Charlie screamed. Ginny expected him to go to Harry and accused him of killing their parents, but instead, he went to Ron and grabbed him by the collar of his robes. "Why Ron? Why did you do it?" Ginny looked up in shock as Charlie accosted Ron, shaking him as tears ran down his cheeks. "I know that we did not have much and they gave you everything they could afford. Why would you kill them?" Charlie pulled one of his hands back and punched Ron squarely in the jaw. Ron's head went back, and Charlie looked as if he was about to punch Ron again.
"Why won't you believe us? We didn't do it!" Ginny yelled, finally getting off the floor. "It wasn't us!" She yelled, trying to defend both her and Ron. Charlie paused and looked at her. There was anger and murderous intent in his eyes it chilled Ginny to her core.
"You're lying," it was only then Ginny realized Bill was in the Headmaster's office. His voice shook with anger as he spoke. "The Aurors found your magical signatures when they investigated. And there was a witness that saw you both running away from the Burrow laughing." Tears were streaming down his cheeks as well. "I hate you both!" he screamed.
"We will never forgive you both for this," the Twins said together.
Ginny was shaking her head. Her mouth tried to form words to plead their case. Her brothers had to be lying. She was in her rooms all night. She remembered requesting a cup of hot chocolate and drinking it before bed.
"I never left my room!" She screamed, getting everyone's attention. "I stayed in bed after I finished my homework and had a cup of hot chocolate. I couldn't have done it."
"That's not true, Ginny," Ginny gasped when Luna walked into the room. There was a bandage wrapped around her left eye, and her arm was in a wrap. "Last night I tried to stop you and Ron from leaving school grounds," Luna whispered.
"Luna, are you alright?" Harry whispered to her.
She nodded, "I tried to stop them from leaving, Harry. But...but they broke out in a sickening laughter as if they were possessed or something. Ron grabbed my arm and broke it. He laughed as he did it. I was in so much pain. He threw me to the ground and Ginny kicked me in my eye. I pretended to be unconscious until I was sure they were gone. I had just enough strength to crawl to the infirmary where I passed out at the entrance. When I woke up, the Headmaster was sitting at my bedside."
As Luna spoke, images flashed through Ginny's mind, and she was witnessing all the things that she did. "Oh Merlin, we did it," she covered her mouth and doubled over as more tears rolled down her cheeks. She grabbed onto the chair as she chanted. "We did it, oh no, we killed our parents, Ron."
"I know, Ginny," Ron whispered beside her. "I remember everything. Oh, gods, we killed our parents. What were we thinking?"
"Was that enough evidence for you?" She heard Snape asked. Ginny looked up immediately just in time to see Lucius Malfoy walk into the Headmaster's office. Before she could react to seeing Malfoy's smug face. Her brother Percy walked in followed by Tonks and Kingsley. Percy was visibly crying. And it broke her heart that her brother heard everything she admitted to doing. Percy looked away from both Ginny and Ron. She could tell he was angry and disappointed in them. Percy was the only brother that did not say anything to her and Ron.
He will never forgive me. None of them will.
"Yes, it was a confession of their own free will," one of the Kingsley stated.
"They were not coerced to confess," the other Tonks added.
"Then I as the Minister of Magic, authorize you to arrest them and take them to Azkaban to be given the kiss for double homicide," Lucius instructed.
"Don't they deserve a trial, at least?" Percy whispered.
"No, they've admitted their wrongdoing, one witness has given her statement, and I'm sure the others will as well," Lucius answered. "A trial would be unnecessary at this point."
Ginny gasped again, and her mind went blank. She could not feel anything or hear anyone speaking around her. She was going to die, and no one was coming to save her. Dumbledore disappeared, and her brothers had now turned their backs on her and Ron.
"Yes, Sir," they said together. Kingsley walk over to Ron and Tonks walked over to her and pulled her roughly out of the chair she was sitting in. She stopped crying, but tears still streaked her cheeks.
"We need your wands," one of the Aurors said to them. Wands maybe there is a chance, and we could get out of here. As if seeing something on her face. "I wouldn't try anything stupid," she heard the disgust in his tone, and she was sure he would not think twice, killing her or Ron if they bat even an eye in his direction.
Ginny reached for her wand that was in the front pocket of her robes. She noticed Ron was reaching his as well. Before she could point the wand at the Auror in front of her and to try for an attack, there was a sharp pressure on her back.
"I wouldn't try it if I were you," Ginny turned around to see Harry standing behind her. She slowly turned her head to the other side to see Lucius Malfoy standing behind Ron with his walking stick pointed at the back of Ron's head.
With shaking hands, she gave Tonks, her wand who happily took it and before she could breathe or say a word. Tonks snapped it in two throwing the broken pieces to the floor. Tonks reached into his pocket and placed magical cuffs on her wrist. Through the entire ordeal, Tonks never spoke or looked her in the face. Tonks' cheeks were flushed red, and Ginny knew she had disappointed the woman she once called a friend. When the magical cuffs clasped on her wrist. Ginny closed her eyes as he felt most of her magic draining from its core and going to the cuffs. She was nothing more than a squib now. She turned around, and she faced her brothers and the rest of the room.
"I'm so sorry, I... I don't know why we did it…"
"Save your apologies, Ginny," Bill said to her. "As the oldest Weasley, you are no longer known as Ginevra Weasley and Ronald Weasley."
"No...no...no," Ginny chanted, "Please don't do it, Bill, please don't disown us." She begged. Ron was quiet as if he was still shocked by what was happening.
Bill ignored her and continued to speak. "I strike your name from the family tree. You will die nameless and without a family. So shall it be on this day."
Ginny's body sagged and was caught by the Auror as she felt the magical vow washed over her. There was nothing else that she could do or say. My life is over, was her last thought before her world went dark.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
"Are you sure there is nothing, leading back to you?" Harry asked Luna.
"I'm positive. Both of their magical signatures were the only ones that Tonks and Kingsley found. And a very reliable another eyewitness." Luna answered.
"Are you going to tell them?" He asked her.
"No, I don't think they will forgive if they know of my involvement," Luna whispered. "But I needed their influence away from my lovers, especially Molly."
"I wished Arthur was not in the house at the time. But I understand why you did what you had to." He told her. "It will remain between the two of us."
"Thank you, Harry."
"Luna, there is no need to thank me, your secrets are safe with me," Harry told her.
"What about your bruises?" He asked her.
"My arm is fully healed, already," she answered.
"Why did you have to go so far? Couldn't you have just kept it at a black eye?" Harry shook his head. "Sometimes I think you should have been a Slytherin and not a Ravenclaw.
"It's more convincing this way, and I would have made a terrible Slytherin. It's more fun to make everyone think you're crazy. After all, they've believed it so far." Luna told him. "There is one more thing I need to do."
"How long will you be gone?" Harry asked her. He did not need to ask her where she was going.
"It should only take me an hour or so," she answered.
"Then I will wait here for you."
With that, she apparated away from his side.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Luna apparated into Azkaban and walked up to Ginny's cell. The Dementors flying inside and around the Island would never feel her presence. She was sitting in the dark and crying. Luna wanted to feel sorry for her, but she knew what would have happened if Ginny was able to follow through with her plans. Luna made a vow to protect Harry and Neville with the power she was given by Hogwarts herself. Luna waved, and the bars disappeared, allowing her to step in. Ginny did not move or acknowledged her presence. Luna stood in the dark observing Ginny for a few minutes. She could tell that Ginny was afraid of being in Azkaban a place where evil come to die. Yet, oddly Luna felt safe a comforted, being surrounded by the stench of death.
"Hello Ginny," Luna said getting her attention.
Luna watched as Ginny squinted and searched through the darkness trying to figure out who had spoken to her. Luna closed her eyes and let the light inside of her shined through her, bright enough for Ginny to see her face. Ginny gasped in surprise when she realized who was standing in her cell.
"What are you doing here? How did you get in here?" She looked away then whispered. "Why are you here, Luna? Did you come to gloat or confess your sins?"
"I think you already know the answer to that," Luna responded.
"Gloat it is then," Ginny answered, Luna, did not give credence to her comment. She leered at Luna for a few minutes before she spoke again. "It was you wasn't it?" She asked, looking back at Luna.
"What do you think I did?" Luna asked for clarification.
Tears rolled down Ginny's cheeks. She stood to her feet and motion to jump at Luna, but it seemed she thought better of it. Ginny started shouting in Luna's direction. "Why Luna?! Why would you do that to me? To us! What have we done to you?!"
"You hurt someone I care about," Luna answered calmly to Ginny hysterics.
Ginny scoffed. "You would do anything for him, won't you?" She asked sitting back down
"Yes," Luna answered honestly and without a second thought.
"You sound as if you're in love with him," Ginny commented, shaking her head regaining her composure.
"To you, it would seem that way. But I admire him, and he accepts and sees me for who I am. Warts and all." Luna answered.
Ginny looked away from Luna. "You really have everyone fooled, don't you? You certainly played me for one."
Luna sat down getting ready to hear when Ginny had to say. "Aw, you sound as if you admire me, Ginny. I'm touched, truly," she placed a hand on her chest tilting her head to the side giving Ginny the most innocent look.
"That wasn't a compliment, you bint. Everyone believes you are some simple minded girl, with an innocent look, and a sweet voice. But they are wrong. I have just one question. Why? Why did you do it?"
"You've asked me that, already," Luna sighed and shook her head a bit irritated by the other girl's stupidity at not seeing the reason why she was in Azkaban. "However, I'm feeling generous, so I guess I can answer your question. It's not as simple as you might believe, Ginny. You and other's like you only saw him as a pawn in your little game of chess. But I saw him as the highest piece, on the board and the one others underestimate. You did not take into account his feelings or what he would have to sacrifice. All you saw was your survival, but not his. When you look at him, or even now when you think about him. You don't see a person. You don't see someone in need of love and compassion. You saw a means to an end of your pathetic existence."
"I guess you see things differently?" Ginny snapped looking back at her. "Everyone is useable. Every piece on the chessboard is expendable."
"Except for the Queen."
"You think that highly of him?" Ginny asked.
"Yes," Luna answered again without a thought.
"You're a fool," Ginny whispered. "Harry is not the Queen you make him out to be. He's weak."
"That may be true," Luna told her. "Do you have any regrets for the way you used him?" Ginny looked away, and Luna thought she reached her with that question. "You broke his heart, Ginny."
"I did no such thing!" Ginny yelled. "He was never in love with me.
"How would you know?" Luna knew that would take Ginny down a notch evidenced by the shocked expression on her face. Luna looked around the dirty prison cell. "Did you have one ounce of affection for him?" She asked. Luna felt her anger rising to the surface. She wanted to remain calm.
"Weren't you the one that told me how I saw him? Why ask me that question now?"
"I wanted to see if you were redeemable, but from our conversation, I know that you're not," Luna answered.
They were quiet for a few minutes before Ginny spoke up, "When I was younger I did have a crush on him. That part was not a lie. But the more I grew up I realized that if I could get him to love me, I would never be poor again. I could have separated myself from the gutter that was my living situation. The more my mother and Dumbledore talked the more I understood they saw him the same way as I did. A better means to an end." She looked at Luna. "You asked me if I cared for him, or if I had any affection for him. Any care I had for him died the second I realized how much he was worth. I lusted after him, who didn't? He is sexy and has that innocent boy next door look. But knew I could never have loved him. But I never hated him."
Luna stared at her, "You allowed your greed to cloud your judgment."
"What do you get out of all of this? He's already with someone so why are you doing this, Luna? Does he leave Draco's bed and slips into yours? Is that why you are so loyal to him?"
Luna's eyes widen in shock before she burst out in laughter. "You... think... Harry and I are sleeping together?" Luna asked, still laughing at Ginny's ridiculous questions. She stopped laughing, and her expression sobered. "Your very presence disgusts me," Luna whispered, still trying to hold on to her anger. "Is that all you think about? What you can get from another person? In this case, Harry." Luna shook her head in utter disappointment. "If only you paid attention to other people in your life you would realize that Harry and I are just friends. He is my brother, you simpleton. And, as much as Fred and George love and respect Harry, I find it very hard they would stand idly by with me leaving their bed to join Harry's. They are very possessive of me, a trait I find enjoyable in my loves," Luna said with a dreamy smile on her face.
Ginny gasped, and her eyes widened, "Fred and George."
"Yes, they are my lovers, and we've been together for quite some time, now. Three years to be exact."
"Bu..but how, when?" Ginny asked disbelievingly.
"While you and a few members of your family were busy chasing after Harry's gold, your brothers and I have been busy loving each other." Luna smiled. "They are, let's just say they keep me filled with the love and I have no room for another." Luna got up and walked over to Ginny leaning down and whispered in her ear, "They are beautiful together as well, I love watching them when they make love to each other."
Ginny made a choking sound, and Luna wondered what could be causing it. She leaned back and realized she had her hand pressing on Ginny's neck. "I hadn't planned on killing you yet, I wanted to torture you a bit, but my body has other plans." Luna's hand tightened on Ginny's jugular watching as her facial expression changed. Luna did not take pleasure in killing. But in this case, she found exhilaration in it. It feels so good to be so bad, even for a minute. Most would believe she was wrong for being judge, jury, and executioner. But no one messed with her family. No one had the right to take advantage of the brother who saw more in her than some girl who saw the world through different color eyes. Ginny struggled to try to pull Luna's hand from her neck. But Luna was stronger. Tears and snot poured from her eyes and nose. Leaning closer, she whispered in Ginny's ear, "It's okay, don't struggle anymore. Let me ease your pain." Luna put her other hand on the back of Ginny's head and the other on her chin snapping her neck. She released Ginny, and her body fell to the cot. Waving her second wand, that would leave no magical trace because it was not registered. Luna cleaned the cell making sure there were no traces that she was there she apparated out of the cell the same way she came. It was better to let the Dementors give Ron the kiss. No one would question how Ginny died.
When she returned to Hogwarts, Harry was waiting for her in the same spot. He was on the couch in his office sleeping. She walked over to him and kissed him on his forehead. "Rest well, big brother. I am here to protect you always." Harry smiled in his sleep, and she suspected he heard her. Luna walked out of the room, leaving him to continue his nap.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry snuggled against his pillow that he had placed under his head while he took a nap on the couch waiting for Luna to return. His eyebrows creased together when the pillow felt harder than he remembered it being. A deep familiar chuckle reached his ears. Harry relaxed his facial expression. "Draco," he whispered.
"I didn't mean to wake you," his mate told him.
"How long have been asleep?" He asked opening his eyes.
"I'm not sure, but I became worried when you did not show up for dinner," Draco said.
"Damn, I must have been exhausted to have slept that long."
They entered their bedroom, and Draco laid him down on the bed. He was about to leave when Harry grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt.
"Do you have anywhere to be?" He asked, looking up at his mate.
"Nowhere important," Draco whispered.
Harry got to his knees and pressed his body against Draco's He kissed the side of his mate's neck moving up to his ear. "Make love to me."
Draco pulled Harry's head back. "You never have to ask, not anymore."
Draco bent his head connecting their lips together. Their kiss started out slow and sensual. Draco's hands roamed seductively over Harry's body, grabbing his arse and bring their cocks closer together. Harry pulled back from their kiss, breathing heavily.
"I don't want gently right now, Draco. I don't want you to hold back. Love me and love me hard."
Draco pushed him back, and Harry fell to the bed on his back. "Strip for me," he instructed. Harry went to wave his hand getting rid of their clothes when Draco stopped him. "No magic," He sat in the chair giving him a perfect view of Harry and the bed. Harry licked his lips, and he felt the change in the atmosphere. Draco unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it open, and Harry couldn't help but admired his dominant's torso. "Stop stalling and strip for me or face the consequences."
"Who knew..." Harry said, getting off the bed. Draco raised his eyebrows in question. Harry kneeled in front of his mate and ran his palms up Draco's legs and rubbed his hand on his mate's erection. "You could be so forceful."
Draco grabbed Harry by his ponytail pulling his head back. Draco leaned forward and licked from Harry's right clavicle to his right ear. Harry hissed when Draco bit on his earlobe. "You really are testing my patience, love." Draco went back to his neck and bit down hard without piercing his skin. Harry moaned, holding onto the back of Draco's head. He felt his mate sucking on his skin and wanted more, so much more. He was about to undo the fastenings on his pants and pull out his cock when a hand stopped him. "Don't deny me my pleasure," Draco pulled back and looked into Harry's eyes. "Don't let me repeat myself, Submissive. Strip for me. Show me how to touch your body. Teach me how to make love to your body," Draco whispered. Harry heard the catch in his voice.
This time Harry did not argue or stall for more time. He backed away, and Draco released the hold on his hair and his hand. Harry stood to his feet and slowly backed up until his shins hit the edge of the bed. Draco leaned back and caressed his chest never taking his eyes off Harry.
Harry pulled his shirt from his pants. He was about to unbutton his shirt when he watched Draco pulled out his wand reaching over and tapped the wireless radio sitting on the table not far from him. A sultry tune came on, he then leaned further and threw something on the ground and tapped his wand on it three times. The object transfigured into a pole going from the ground to the ceiling. Draco placed his wand on the table and looked back at Harry. "Dance for me, baby."
Harry looked at Draco shocked. His mate had a very relaxed expression on his face and body. He'd never seen Draco this authoritative, and he blushed at how secretly he loved it. Harry closed his eyes and let the beat of the song guide him. He had never done anything like this before and had always thought he had two left feet. But he wanted to make Draco happy, and it was only the two of them, he could be as slutty as he wanted to. He could let his imagination take hold of things he'd only thought of doing. Harry listened to the words of the song, and he felt exactly how the singer felt.
I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you, yes
Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you, yes
Wanna show you how much I will forever be true, yes
Harry felt his hips start moving side to side in tune with the slow and seductively gyrating it to the beat. Slowly he caressed his thighs with one hand while the other gently roamed over his chest and nipples. Harry licked his lips; when Draco cleared his throat, his eyes snapped open. Harry did not know what to expect to see in Draco's eyes, but lust was not one of them, and it spurned him on. Harry sat on the bed, putting his weight on his elbows and bending his legs leaving them open. He pivoted his hips pumping it in the air. He never took his eyes off his mate. Watching as Draco tried to hold onto his restraint.
Wanna show you how much you got your baby feeling good, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much, how much you understood, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much I value what you say,
Harry smiled when Draco tried but failed to shift his erection. Feeling more confident, he slid down the bed like a snake going to his hands and knees and crawled over to his mate like a panther who had caught its prey. He gently placed his hand on Draco's thighs and opened them wider. He danced to the beat between Draco's legs, dipping his head and simulating giving a blowjob without actually touching Draco with his lips.
Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me babe, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much I really care about your heart,
Wanna show you how much I hate being apart, oh, yes
Show you, show you, show you, till you through with me,
I wanna keep it how it is so you can never say how it used to be!
Harry felt his body begin to heat up and realized that Draco was not the only one that was getting turned on by the dance. Draco reached down to touch him, and Harry backed away quickly going to his knees. He moved his body to the beat mimicking a snake as he moved his torso back, letting the crown of his head touch the floor. As he was coming back up, Harry shimmied out of his shirt. Going back to his hands and knees, he crawled over to the transfigured pole, moving his body to the beat of the music. Once he was next to the pole, he reached up with one hand and held onto it and leaned back letting his other hand support him. He gyrated his hips against the pole for a few seconds before leaning closer and licked the pole keeping his eyes on his mate. Draco's breathing changed. His eyes were filled with lust, Harry smelled his mate's arousal from the short distance and reveled in it. He was causing such reaction from the man he loved.
Loving you is really all that's on my mind
And I can't help but to think about it day and night,
I wanna make that body rock
Sit back and watch!
Harry wrapped the closest leg around the pole and twirled around the pole before standing in front of it. Then grabbing it with both arms and bounced up and down the pole to the beat opening and closing his legs.
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body
Boy I like it when you watch me, ah
Tonight it's going down
I'll be rocking on my babe, rocking, rocking on my babe,
Swirlin' on my babe, swirlin', swirlin' on my babe
Baby let me put my body on your body
Promise not to tell nobody
'Cause it's 'bout to go down!
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Fuck, when and where the hell did Harry get those moves from? Draco was slowly going out of his mind watching Harry dance for him. His eyes have not stopped watching every movement of his mate's body. Draco completely forgot about the music that was playing and watched as Harry's body told him a story. Harry walked away from the pole and followed as he walked up to him and stood between his parted legs. Harry placed his hands on his hips and slowly worked his jeans down his waist, revealing tantalizing flesh while he continued to gyrate to the music. Draco licks his lips, anticipating tasting Harry's delectable skin. His eyes widened in shock when he realized Harry went commando.
Holy shit!
Harry kicked his jeans and shoes off, then placed his hands on either side of Draco's shoulder. He climbed up on top of the chair pivoting his crotch in Draco's face. The heady smell of sweat and arousal hit Draco's nose, and he could feel his canines extending. He reached up and grabbed hold of Harry's slick wet legs, he opened his lips to take Harry's cock in his mouth when he was grabbed by his hair, and his head roughly pulled back. Draco let his eyes travel up Harry's body, taking in his mate's toned abs up to his peaked nipples ending on his beautiful face. Without thinking, Draco stood with Harry in his arms. The hand in his hair loosened and slim, muscular legs automatically wrapped around his waist.
"Did you have fun?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry smiled, and Draco could see the tip of Harry's canines. "If it gets you to do what I want, then yeah, I had fun."
"After I fuck you into submission I want you to tell me where you learned how to move your body like that."
"Why Draco," Harry said with a smile on his face as he grabbed onto the back of Draco's head. "You sound positively jealous."
Draco growled, thinking that someone else might have seen his mate's body move and contort to the rhythm of the music. Draco raised one of his hands and slapped Harry hard on his arse. The smile was erased from his mate's face, and in turn, a look of submission replaced it. "Mine," Draco growled.
Harry was breathing heavily, his eyes blown with lust he licked lips before answering. "Yes, yours." Draco felt Harry's erection rubbing on his stomach leaving trails of precum. "Take me," he bit his bottom lip, staring at Draco with overwhelming lust.
He threw Harry on the bed. Draco closed his eyes taking a deep breath. His clothes slowly melted away from his body. When he opened his eyes, Harry was staring at him with one hand on his cock. "Get on your hands and knees," Draco whispered. Harry eagerly did what Draco wanted. Draco looked at the beautiful arse in front of him. He grabbed onto Harry's hips, pulling his mate's closer to him. He sandwiched his cock in between Harry's cheeks, moving his erection up and down, leaving trails of his own precum. He raised one of his hands and smacked Harry on his arse once again, then rubbed the hot, pink flesh. His mate moaned and rocked his hips back on Draco's erection. Draco smacked Harry twice more on the same cheek, and this time Harry grunted and widened his legs.
"Fuck, Draco," he grunted.
"Like that, do you?"
"Yes!" Harry answered. "Punish me some more."
"What did you do wrong that warrants severe punishment, my naughty submissive?" Draco asked as he smacked Harry hard on his other arse cheek. Harry moaned and wiggled his arse one more time. Draco smacked his arse again. "Answer me, Submissive," he ground out as he pivoted his hips, rubbing his very hard and leaking erection against Harry's pulsating and waiting hole.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry moaned.
Draco chuckled and leaned down to whisper into Harry's ear. "Not even the great Merlin, can help you now. Confess your sins, love." Draco scrapped his canine hard across Harry's shoulder without breaking the skin. Harry hissed and arched his back. Their sweat soaked skin clung together, and Draco used Harry's lust induced haze to his advantage. He knew he was not going to get an answer from Harry, and truth be told he was not ready to hear what secrets Harry was keeping from him that day. He wanted to pleasure his mate before dealing with anything that would hamper their current mood. Draco leaned back and reached for the oil sitting on top the bedside table. He drizzled some on Harry's tailbone and watched as it traveled and disappeared between the equally red twin globes. He did the same to his erection, soaking the shaft of his erection. He pumped his cock, getting it as wet as possible before positioning it at Harry's wet rosebud. Slowly, he pushed the head of his penis in teasing Harry and was pleased when Harry's body shiver before pulling out.
"Please, Dray, don't tease me, I need to feel you inside me," Harry begged.
Draco chuckled and ignored his mate's pleading and did the same thing three more times, loosening Harry's sweet hole to accommodate his girth. "Such pretty words, you excite me when I hear you beg for my cock. Such a needy little thing you are for me." The fourth time he entered Harry he stilled his movement, rubbing circles on Harry's back, waiting for his mate to tell him it was okay to move. Harry nodded his head, and Draco pushed further into Harry, watching his mate's reaction. "Fuck, you're tight and warm," he grunted. "Love being inside of you. Shit, you feel so damn good."
Harry whimpered and reached back with one of his hands to grab onto one of Draco's legs as he guided his cock fully into Harry. Draco didn't move his hips. He needed time to regain his composure. Being inside of his mate, he wanted to cum and fill his mate with his seed. The need to impregnate Harry was stronger now than the first time they made love.
"Draco, please, move. I need to feel you stretching me."
Draco pulled back as far as he could go, leaving the head of his cock in before slamming back into Harry. Draco ground his cock inside Harry each time he slammed back in. His movements started picking up speed. He reached down and separated Harry's arse and watched as his cock moved in and out of his mate. Loving the feeling of possession washed over him. Hearing his mate, beg and plead for more and harder. He felt like a man possessed by love and lust. More sweat coated his body as he worked harder to give his mate the pleasure he asked for. He remembered Harry's earlier request to fuck him hard so that he would feel owned by him. Draco's nails dug into Harry's arse more the harder he pumped into his mate.
"Yes, you like that?" Draco asked, knowing he would not get an answer. He loved fucking his mate into confusion. There was not greater power than having his mate supple body under him. Draco braced his knees against the bed and plowed harder into Harry, he wanted his mate to feel him for days and remember who he belonged to.
"Yes...yes...fuck me…" Harry panted. "Make...me..feel..it…"
Harry reached down to grab his cock and Draco smacked him hard on his arse stopping him. "Don't touch what's mine!" He demanded as he felt his balls begin to tighten and knew he was close to coming. He could also tell that Harry was close. "Cum with me, baby. Tighten your pretty arse around my cock." He grunted when Harry followed his direction, and he felt the tightening of Harry's walls squeezing tightly around his cock. He couldn't hold on any longer. "Shit!" He yelled as he spurted in Harry's arse coating his walls with his seed. Harry was not that far from coming. His hips stuttered, and he yelled out Draco's name coming soaking the sheets beneath him. They were both moaning loudly after they came unable to utter a word in their pleasurable state. Draco released Harry's arse and rested his head on Harry's shoulder, breathing heavily. His legs weakened, and he fell forward with Harry lying underneath him. He felt his cock soften and slip from Harry's arse. He placed gentle kisses on Harry's shoulder and back as they both tried to regain their breath. Draco opened his eyes. He did not remember closing them until he heard Harry groan. It's wasn't a pleasurable one at that, which got Draco's attention.
"I'm in the wet spot," Harry complained.
Draco could not help it. He burst out in laughter and rolled off Harry's back, only to have his mate jump on top of him.
"It's not funny, Dray." Harry pouted.
Reaching up, he grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and pulled him down for a quick kiss. "Next time you can put me in the wet spot," Draco said with a smile against Harry's lips.
Harry raised his head and looked down at him. "Are you saying what I think you're saying."
"I might be your dominant, Harry. But we are equals in every regard, and I won't mind feeling that nice meat you have between your legs pounding inside of me."
"Well then, things just got very interesting." Harry smiled and ground his cock against Draco's.
"It most certainly did," Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Tom stood at his window looking out at nothing in particular. He had always prided himself on being an intelligent being. Yet, lately, he could not help but think that maybe he had made too many mistakes along the way. The tides were changing for the better, but not in his direction. He could no longer think about the what if's. Tom knew he was going to lose. His best witches and wizards were no longer on his side. Lucius was named Minister of Magic and Tom had no idea how his underlying managed such a coup without his help or him being aware of it. It was always his plan to have Lucius be the Minister of Magic and him being the king of the Wizarding world.
Was I foolish in my plans? That blasted boy! How could I have underestimated him?
Tom turned away from the window over to his desk and swiped the contents completely off the desk in anger. He wanted to scream at his stupidity. Dumbledore should have been his enemy. Tom was angry that he was still nursing a broken heart after all this time and it clouded his main agenda. He wished so many times he could rip his heart out and never have to deal with the pain of letting it rule his life. He did not want to love only be to worshiped. He knew of the strong affection Bellatrix had for him, and in need of a companion, he used her body not caring if he broke her heart by not returning her affection. But her death hit him harder than he thought possible. He wanted revenge from the person who killed his most trusted lieutenant. He wanted revenge from whom turned Lucius and Severus away from him. The need to kill ran through his blood. Harry Potter will die a painful death! He toyed and played with Potter when he should have killed him long ago. He was sure that his Horcruxes were safe and that Potter had no knowledge of them. He believed Dumbledore died never knowing Tom's true power. It made him wonder who was the wizard powerful enough to kill the almighty Dumbledore. He was certain it was not Potter. The boy was loyal to Dumbledore and worshiped the ground he walked on. Tom saw it for himself on the night of the Ministry. He saw how devoted Potter was. Tom could feel his anger continue to boil to the surface that once again someone else took something from him. He wanted to be the man to finally see the light fade from Dumbledore's eyes. Tom wanted to kill that person more than anything else.
There was a knock at his door, "Come!" he yelled, pushing his hair out of his face.
Wormtail opened the door and slunk his way in. Tom wanted to kill the rat, but knew that he needed him. The man was disgusting and vile, and that was only with his appearance. He smelled from not cleansing himself in months. But Tom could not deny that the rat wasn't loyal. He betrayed his friends to simply kiss the hem of his robes. It was the only reason he kept Wormtail around.
"What is it, Wormtail?" Tom demanded.
"T...the…" Wormtail stuttered, and Tom rolled his eyes.
"Spit it out!" He was not in the mood to pacify the damn rat.
"The Death Eaters are here, my Lord," he rushed out.
"Good, I will be there in a few minutes. Now leave me."
Wormtail left the same way he came, leaving behind the stench of death. Tom waved his hand, and all the contents went back to his desk neatly. He needed to be calm when he stood in front of his Death Eaters. He was not going to wait any longer. They will begin their attack soon. And soon all who betrayed him will die. He smiled at the thought. A war was about to begin, and in the end, he will be the victor. It's time to change the tides back in his favor. He walked into his throne room and stood before his followers. Their numbers were dwindling which saddened him greatly. "McNair, Nott, Avery, Rabastian, and Rudolphus come to me." The five men stepped from the ranks and stood in front of him. He pulled out his wand and neither man flinched, which made him mentally smile. They were not afraid to die for him and by his hand. He waved his wand muttering an incantation testing their loyalty to him. When neither man fell to their deaths once he was finished, he was satisfied. "Hold out your wands," he instructed. Instantly, the men took out their wands and held it in front of them. "You are now my lieutenants, my eyes, and ears. You will stand with me as we reign terror on those that oppose us. You will reek havoc and chaos in my name. And you will kill those who defy me!" The tips of their wands begin to glow as spoke. Their death eaters masks appeared on the new lieutenant's faces with different symbols distinguishing their higher status in rank. He walked over to the first man and pulled up his sleeve touching his wand to the mark adding a sword and a shield to the first man. On the second man, he received two swords and a shield. Tom did this to the other lieutenants as well. He ignored their screams of pain, but neither man stopped him from his task of marking them further. The swords are a representation not only of their rank and authority over the other followers. His five lieutenants will be his strongest defenders. The shields will protect him from his foes in every regard. Tom looked out at the rest of his followers. "It is our time, my followers; time for us to take what is ours! Dumbledore is dead and no longer stands in our way. We will show the light that we will not be toyed with. We will not longer bend to their will or hide who we are. The dark will prevail!"
The entire room erupted in a thunderous cheer hearing the words of their Lord.
"My lieutenants turn and face your army." The five men turned and looked at the men and women standing before them. "It is time we end this war with a victory for the dark!" Tom yelled.
The five men held up the glowing wands, and the rest of the room joined in. Tom smiled, he was feeling better about their outcome being in their favor. Harry Potter will definitely die by my hands.
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Four weeks later, Harry and the rest of his family were sitting at their round table reading through the reports of the attacks happening around the Wizarding world. Harry knew that Voldemort was taunting him, attempting to force him into the open. With Lucius now the Minister of Magic, he was able to alert most of the Ambassadors and helped them save as many of their people as possible. There will be death in a war such as this. By now Voldemort was well aware the Severus and Lucius were no longer on his side. Harry knew what kind of game Voldemort was playing and knew the man was saving England for last. The fight was coming to Hogwarts, Harry felt it deep in his bones. He wanted to pluck Harry's allies down one by one. But Harry had a trick up his sleeve that he was saving for the very end. They had found the Horcruxes and had them in a safe area. Harry and his circle could not believe that the rest was in plain sight, so to speak. Narcissa was able to get into Bellatrix's vault after they explained what they were looking for and retrieved Helga Hufflepuff's Cup. Because Bellatrix had included Narcissa as an authorized person who could enter her vaults, the goblins did not question her entering the vault. That was the easiest one along with Marvolo Gaunt's Ring that Severus found while he was cleaning out things in Dumbledore's old desk.
The third easy piece to find was the locket. Harry told Sirius the story of how much Kreacher agonized that he did not finish his master’s bidding. He told him how much he hated calling the old grouchy elf to ask him if he knew about the locket which he had and that Harry had to practically force the elf to give him the locket. After explaining that everything to his godfather, that Kreacher asked to reassigned. Sirius thought it would be hilarious to call the grouchy elf to scare the shit out of him. Kreacher, literally almost had a heart attack at how shocked to see Sirius alive. The poor elf who was less grouchy from the last time Harry saw him. The poor elf screeched and buried his face behind his floppy ears when Sirius popped out of his hiding space. It took Harry and the rest of the group to calm poor Kreacher down. Harry wanted to wait until his godfather was healthier to announce that Sirius was alive. They crafted a story that Sirius went undercover to work for Voldemort, but had to go into hiding after his cover was blown. They also wanted to capture, Wormtail to show proof that Sirius did not betray or kill his best friends. Sirius had to force himself to apologize and be kind to the elf, Kreacher, thanking him for giving up the locket that his last master gave. He wondered why all the Horcruxes were easy to find. The only thing that came to mind was that Dumbledore was going to hide and use the pieces as a way of testing him. The same way he did when Harry was in the second year. Lucius told Harry he had no idea how he came into possession of the diary and the reason he placed it in Arthur Weasley’s care. He remembered having a conversation with Dumbledore, and that was all.
The last piece will prove harder for them to find or capture. Nagini. The snake was always at Voldemort's side, according to Severus. The Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem was also proving to be another hard object to find. He was not worried; he knew sooner or later he would find it. But Harry would rather find it now than later. Neville got up with Blaise at his side. Blaise was starting to show, and it brought a smile to his face. His brother was going to be a father. Remus was due any day which was one of the main reasons Severus did not want to leave his mate's side and spy for the Light any longer. Speaking of which the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix, save for Kingsley, Tonks, and Andromeda, disbanded. Kingsley revealed to Harry that for years he'd had his doubts about Dumbledore and his motives, but did not know if anyone would have believed him. He realized most of the members looked at Dumbledore as one of the gods and he had the same amount of loyalty as Voldemort did. Kingsley expressed the reason why he stayed with the Order was to protect the woman he loved. No one suspected or knew that Kingsley and Tonks were dating. They wanted to keep it a secret until they felt it was safe. Not counting the fact that he was much older than her, he was also her superior.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco whispered in his ear.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Harry looked at his mate and smiled. Since they made love four weeks ago, every time he looked at Draco, he would think about it, and his cheeks would heat up.
"I wish you two wouldn't do that in front of me."
Harry and Draco looked away from each other and saw Sirius staring at them. Although he understood that Draco was Harry's mate, Sirius was proving to be the godfather James knew he could be.
"What are we doing?" Draco asked.
"Listen up, baby Malfoy, no eye fucking my godson in front of me." Sirius pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Would you prefer I do it behind your back?" Draco smirked. "I could say the same thing about you and my aunt. You two could start a bloody inferno every time you stare at each other. Just the other day you had poor Blaise making a mad dash from the room mumbling about bleaching his eyes and brain..."
This was how things went between Draco and Sirius. They nagged at each other, but Harry knew it was all in fun.
"Draco!" Blaise yelled. "You promised you were not going to mention that."
"What?" Draco asked. "I wasn't going to tell anyone about the time I caught them going at like rabbits."
"Madonna!" Stephania said in Italian. The entire room burst out in laughter while Sirius tried to shrink in size.
"Payback is a bitch, baby Malfoy," Sirius said with a red face.
"Bring it on, Black, I welcome the challenge."
"Alright, everyone pipe down," Harry said to the room. "We have a couple of things to go over before we break for the night. We know what Voldemort is trying to do. He's going to bring the war to us, but what if we turn the tables and take the war to him."
"What do you have in mind?" Charlie asked.
"By now, he thinks we haven't figured out what he's up to. The world knows by now that Dumbledore is dead. And they are scared, which we knew would happen. They are still looking for me to save them. But what they won't know is that we are all in this together. We have witches and wizards who can hold their own. It's time we call on them. Tell them the truth, that if they want to live, they will need to fight just like anyone else."
"The Auror Academy is behind you?" Kingsley said.
"Not me, Kings, us. They need to know they are not fighting for me but, for themselves as well anyone else."
"I've spoken to a few members of the Wizengamout. They are waiting for the word. Things are changing, Harry." Lucius told him. "People are starting to wake up. Those who once followed the Dark Lord, have given up their seats, but not their right to vote. Since you and Neville holds the majority of the seats because of your Dukedoms, it makes the process easier to vote on bills that normally would be put to the side."
"It's good they are, I want people who will fight beside, not ones that will cower behind me," Harry commented.
"What do you want to do with the students?" Bill asked. Fleur had joined them and decided to stay after the funeral for Molly and Arthur Weasley.
"I've been thinking about that," Draco said. "And I think we should give the older students the option of staying and fighting or going home. I will not force anyone to fight in a war that they might not be ready for. As Harry said, it has to be their choice."
Everyone seemed to agree with that. Before Harry could say anything, Theo spoke up, "Luna, Pansy, and I already know which students will stay and who will not."
"How did you know I was going to recommend that?" Draco asked.
"I heard you talking it through with Harry, the other day when I went to his office to hand him a few things."
Draco nodded, "So who will stay and who will go?"
"All of them," Luna said.
"All of them what? Want to leave?" Severus asked for clarification.
"All the students from the first year to seventh will stay and fight," Pansy told the very shocked group.
"That's crazy!" Fred said in shock.
"I mean, what about their parents?" George asked.
Pansy, Theo, and Luna got up and handed Harry a stack of parchments wrapped together.
"What are these?" He asked.
"Permission slips," Luna said, sitting back down between Fred and George.
"Permission for what?" Draco asked, rising to his feet and taking the parchments from his hands.
"Those give their children the right to choose their path in life. That includes staying and fighting in the war to come."
"Are they giving their children the right to d…" Harry stuttered over his words still in shock. "Die."
"Not to die. But to fight for the world, they grew up in that was riddled with war waiting to die. They are willing to give their children the chance to see their children and grandchildren grow," Luna answered. "They want to fight, Harry."
"I cannot guarantee their safety," Harry whispered.
"They are not asking you to," Blaise answered. "Just as their children are fighting in here, they will be fighting out there. As much as we want to believe that everyone will be left unscathed. They won't. They understand the outcome. Some will live, and some will die. And there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it. You are not responsible for everyone that dies because of this war."
The room was silent, and Harry fell back in his chair contemplating what they had just heard. Harry was afraid to say anything else. What could he say? Children were willing to sacrifice their lives in a senseless war.
"Mr. Zabini-Longbottom is correct. This isn't your fault, Harry." He looked up when he heard Severus' voice. "You did not ask them to do this, which is why they are doing it."
"They have to know what they are doing? What they are giving up!" He said again.
"Of course, they do!" Severus yelled back. "Are you going to stand in front of them and tell them not to do something knowing full well, nothing you say will change their minds?"
"What do you want from me! What do they want from me!" He shouted back at Severus.
"They want nothing from you! It's what they are willing to give to you!" Severus argued back.
"But I never asked them!" Harry shot back at him.
"Exactly!" Severus shouted, causing Harry to start. "Exactly," he said again lowering his tone. "You haven't asked them for anything so enough with the damn pity party."
Harry felt like crying. He looked down and away from everyone in the room. He also knew that Severus was right and there was nothing he could say to stop the students from sacrificing their lives in a war he should be fighting on his own.
"You really exasperate me at times, Potter. You need to stop thinking that you are alone. That you are the only one that is fighting for their lives. Stop being so bloody selfish." He looked up, and Severus was standing in front of him. "This world is not yours alone to protect. It belongs to each and everyone in this room as well as those out there." He said pointing to the door behind him. "We are just as strong magically and physically, lean on us as well, Harry."
"Severus is correct, Duke Slytherin." Harry gasped.
"Professor McGonagall, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"We are sorry we are late, Duke Slytherin, but we wanted to ensure that the students were safe in their beds."
"B...but…" Harry was speechless and unsure of what to say.
"Harry," She said, stepping closer to him, resting her hands on his shoulders. "May I call you Harry?" He nodded his head. "We, the professors here at Hogwarts, will stand with you and by you. I know it might not have seemed like it. But we have always been with you. We were just waiting for you to act."
"But...but I thought you were loyal to D…"
"Dumbledore," McGonagall finished for him. She smiled and pulled him into a hug; he did not flinch from her touch. "My dear boy," she whispered, then pulled back from their hug and stared at his face. "I'm not sure when Albus lost his way. I knew him when he was young and ambitious, and I admired those characteristics about him. He hid so many things from us, from me. And that hurts, I gave him my trust willing because I believed in his cause. When I found out about his death and the things he did, I was appalled at the things I read. I thought I knew the man who said he wanted to help the Wizarding community. To find out it was all a lie," she paused for a few seconds closing her eyes and shaking her head. "I was angry, that he used and lied to everyone. Especially you, Harry."
Her eyes filled with tears and Harry could not take the raw emotion he could feel coming from her. He was starting to notice little things like that since he and Draco cemented their bond. He could feel very strong emotions coming from the closest person to him. He had not shared what he was feeling with Draco as of yet because he was not sure if it was something primarily dealing with their bond or him being a Veela.
"He fooled us all," he told her and prayed she didn't start crying. He could not deal with such emotions. "By the way Duke Slytherin and Duke Gryffindor, if I have not said before, let me do so now." Neville stood on the other side of Harry, and he was not sure when his brother walked up beside him. "Well done in turning Hogwarts into the vision and brilliance the Founders intended it to be. You two have accomplished what Albus Dumbledore could not do in his lifetime as Headmaster."
Harry smiled and nodded on the outside, but on the inside, he was at war with his emotions; he felt like a pressure cooker about to explode with all the touchy feely things that happened in the past few minutes. McGonagall appeared as if she was about to hug him and Harry was praying on the inside that someone could save him now.
"Hey, Minnie, welcome to the party!" Sirius said, getting McGonagall's attention.
Thank, Merlin for Sirius and his ever present need for attention.
"Sirius!" She said turning around finally noticing him in the room. "Si...Sirius, you're alive?!"
"Of course, I am nothing can keep an old dog down," Sirius said boastfully.
"But...But I thought you went through the veil? How is this possible?" She asked in surprise. The professors that came with her was shocked as well murmuring among each other.
Sirius got up and pulled her away from Harry. "It's a long story," he answered. "I will explain it all to you later over a cuppa," he told her, walking her over to the empty chair beside him.
Harry the rest of the group has been keeping the news of Sirius a secret from everyone in the Castle until they appropriate time. He hated that Sirius had to go into hiding again. The only difference this time was Sirius had more room to cause trouble on unsuspecting students and teachers who had no idea he was alive.
"You dodged a bullet on that one," Draco whispered in his ear.
"Huh, what do you mean?" Harry asked.
Draco turned him around and held him in his arms. "I know something is going on with you, but I just can't figure out what it is. You don't feel pain anymore when another person touches you because we are fully mated. But I see how you react when things get, too emotional it seems as if you're shying away from it." Draco stared at him. His gaze was filled with worry. "What's going on with you, my little Submissive."
Harry did not answer right away, and Draco's worried expression deepened. "Can we talk about this later?"
Draco sighed, "We can, but now this we will have this conversation no matter what," the stern tone in Draco's voice let Harry know that he will not be able to talk his way out of it.
"Yes, Dominant," Harry whispered and looked away from Draco.
"Okay, carry on with the rest of the meeting," he released Harry and went back over to his seat. Harry watched him before turning back to everyone else who were getting to know each other it seemed.
"Okay, everyone, let's focus back on why we are here," the room quieted giving Harry their undivided attention. "Other than the war coming our way we have to decide what to do about Yule. I was going to suggest when they return home and give them a choice of returning." Everyone seemed to agree with him on that statement. There was nothing he could do if students and parents wanted to risk their lives in the war. The only thing he could do was make sure they were prepared to fight and possibly die. They tabled the war for a few hours discussing the Yule Ball and of the possibilities of inviting other magical schools, even the one in the United States. He was able to focus his mind on the meeting, but his emotions were all over the place. He had no idea what was wrong with him and prayed it was not serious.
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Harry bolted up in bed from his deep sleep. Draco's arm slid down to his lap. He blinked a couple of times, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Something or someone woke him up and he was not sure what it was. He scrubbed his face roughly yawning. He gently pushed the sheets to the side and quietly got off the bed. Something felt off, and he couldn't put his finger on it. Pulling on his dressing robe, he walked into his office.
"My Lady," he whispered as he stood in front of his office window.
"My young heir, you should be sleeping."
"I can't," he answered. "Something or someone woke me." Harry turned and looked at her. "Are you certain I am not one of his Horcruxes?"
"I'm certain," she answered. "I would feel it if you were. I was aware of his dark presence within you for the past six years. You no longer harbor, his corrupted soul within you."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but remained quiet, "I worry, my lady. Many will die." He turned back and looked out the window. "I wish I could see into the future and prevent anyone from losing their lives."
"You cannot easily get over such things," she said before leaving him to his thoughts.
Harry gasped, turning when he heard Draco's voice behind him. "What are you doing up?"
"I missed my human blanket," Draco answered, stepping closer and pulled him into his arms.
Harry leaned his head on Draco's strong chest. "I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for." Draco's baritone voice vibrated through Harry. "You know; you could make it up to me."
Harry raised his head and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. "Yeah, what's that?"
Draco smiled and wiggled his eyebrows and grind his erection into Harry's stomach. "Oh, I can think of one thing in particular."
Harry smiled and backed away from Draco, "First, one to make it to the bedroom tops!" He yelled as he ran around Draco heading for the door. Draco must have expected it because he caught Harry around his waist, turned him around and threw him over this shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Harry squealed in delight. "Hey, that's cheating."
Draco smacked him smartly on his arse. "All's fair in love and sex, baby," He said as he carried him to the bedroom. Draco threw Harry to the bed and landed on top of him. Their lips connected and everything else was forgotten for a little while.
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The Castle glowed with delight, Lady Hogwarts materialized in Harry's office and glided over to the window he was standing in. She stared out the window and her eyes connected with the figure standing at the far side of the hill. Her magic was protecting the Castle and its inhabitants. She closed her eyes, and the sleeping gargoyles positioned outside various parts of the Castle opened their eyes, through them and watched for intruders.
The evil one is close, Mistress, Goliath the leader of the gargoyles whispered to her.
Is he alone? She asked.
I do not sense any other presence. Goliath whispered back to her. He is foolish to come alone.
Not foolish, Lady Hogwarts said. He's filled with pride and confidence. He's always been that way.
Should we kill him? Goliath asked.
No, you or I cannot be the one that kills him. That honor belongs to our young, heir.
Goliath huffed. We should have killed him and the old fool long ago.
I agree with you, my old friend.
Thanks to the magic used in the Castle over the years, it had attracted many beasts and creatures who made a vow to protect their new home even to their deaths. She kept her eyes focused on the ruby ones still staring at the Castle. It is not the first time she has not wondered how to save the lost soul of the child. But she learned long ago that the child did not wish to be saved. It wanted to be saved. Lady Hogwarts turned and looked at the empty paint that housed her creators. The heirs have been worried that the Founders are truly gone this time. However, she knew better, she knew where they went and what they are searching for and prays that they will find it in time for the evil one will have another way to return. Hearing laughter coming from her heir's room, Lady Hogwarts smiled and phased out. It was also her job to keep them safe.
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Tom had no idea why he was standing on the hilltop staring over at the place he once called home. Maybe it was nostalgia or stupidity. "Wormtail!"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Find a way into the Castle and report back to me when you have something useful. If your report does not please me, Wormtail, I will kill you," he told the rat animagi. I might kill him anyway no matter what news he brings me.
"Yes, my Lord," he squeaked, and Tom curled his lips in disgust.
Before leaving Tom left his dark mark in the sky letting his enemies know he's close. He needed to afraid to set foot outside their safe doors of Hogwarts without Dumbledore to protect them they will be easy to kill. One person in specific, Potter, I will enjoy killing that brat once and for all.
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Draco made his way down to the Great Hall, he greeted a few of the students with a smile and a good morning. He rolled his eyes, mentally when a couple of the female students giggled and blushed. How weird was it, he thought. Just a few months ago, he was a student and now he was a faculty member. Because of his status of being Duke Slytherin's consort and the proxy for Hufflepuff, he, Harry, Neville and Blaise had to take their N.E.W.T.'s earlier than they wanted to. They all scored high marks and simply needed to work on their Mastery for the career of their choice. Draco was seriously thinking of changing his career choice from attaining his Mastery in Potions and doing something in the political realm or even a solicitor. He'd realized since stepping away from under his father's shadow that he was an expert negotiator. Pulling himself away from his thoughts, Draco was stopped by two sixth year students. One had short brunette hair who was in Slytherin and the other had long red hair in a french braid who was in Ravenclaw. Draco felt very prideful that the houses were mingling and getting along very well. There were still some students who refuse to cross over and mingle but Draco figured that it will take time for them to make that change.
"Um...Professor Malfoy," they said. No matter how many times he's instructed the students not to call him professor they continue to do it anyway.
"What can I do for you ladies?" Draco asked with a pleasant smile on his face. The two students blushed. Oh, for Merlin's, sake.
"I was...a...I mean...we were wondering...that is…" The Ravenclaw stuttered. "Sir...we wanted to know…" She continued and looked at her friend for help, but her friend was no better. The Ravenclaw's cheeks were as red as a tomato, and she looked as if she was about to pass out from holding her breath the entire time they were standing there.
Draco sighed internally, teenagers and their crushes. All I need is for Harry to walk around the corner and see this.
"Do you have a favorite chocolate?" The Slytherin blurted out which surprised Draco.
"It's dark, rich dark chocolate. The richer the chocolate is, the better the taste is, according to Professor Malfoy, anyway."
Draco turned and saw Blaise walking up behind him. He was getting bigger, and his stomach had a noticeable baby bump. He gave his best friend a look that said he was going to kill him, but all Blaise did was smile brighter.
"Did you write that down?" Blaise asked the girls. They quickly pulled out a notepad. "There's a store in Paris that makes a particular batch of chocolate that only Professor Malfoy will eat. Don't buy the ones that have nuts or anything like that. He loathes those. And…."
"Enough!" Draco said covering his friend's mouth with his hand. He could tell that Blaise was smiling behind his hand. "Ladies, excuse us. Please carry on with your day."
Draco removed his hand from Blaise's mouth as they walked away, which was a terrible mistake. "If you need any more information come and find me!" He yelled as Draco pulled him further away.
The girls squealed. Who the hell does that anymore? Draco narrowed his eyes looking at his best friend. "I'm seriously going to kill you!"
"No you won't, I'm carrying your godchild remember," Blaise said with a convincing smile.
"You won't be pregnant for long." Draco drawled.
Blaise chuckled, "I'm sure Harry will get a kick out of this, he keeps track of all the gifts you get. You know that right?"
"Of course, I do, you fool. Specifically, the ones doused with love potions."
"Admit it; you like it. You like how the girls fawn over you, some of the boys, as well."
"No, I don't," Draco huffed under his breath looking away.
"Please, you love the attention you get from the Dragonites fan club."
"Who the hell came up with that name anyway?" Draco couldn't believe that one he had a fan club at the school the club had both boys and girls. They followed him around the school. Tried to steal some of his hair and clothes. Watched what he ate, tried to find out what kind of music he liked. On and on it went. Harry and his family laughed at him each time he complained that about being followed by a Dragonite member.
"It was Harry," Blaise answered.
"What!?"
Blaise cackled. "They were meeting in the library, and Harry passed by and heard them discussing names for the fan club. And suggested Dragon it was their idea to call themselves the Dragonites."
"I should kill him," Draco said with a shake of his head.
"I guess I shouldn't tell you he and your mother are also honorary members." Blaise chuckled walking off quicker than Draco had ever seen him walk in his current shape.
I'm going to kill them, I really am.
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Sirius was starting to go stir crazy, and Harry could see it. His godfather hated being locked up with nothing to do. He was healing slowly and getting better each day, but he still was not that strong or strong enough in Harry's opinion. Sirius had put on a few more stones and did not look as if the wind blew his way he would fall over. The Castle was starting to look and feel more like Yule. Narcissa and Stephania took over with the help of McGonagall in decorating and planning the Yule Ball. Other Witchcraft and Wizardry schools also accepted their invitation to attend the ball. The Representatives from Livermorny, Beauxbatons, and Drumstrang. Harry had reservations with inviting Drumstrang knowing that they are strong supporters of Voldemort. But he wanted to open up a communication line with all the schools. They need to work together to eradicate the hate that has consumed the Magical world. Harry smiled, he could not wait to give Sirius his surprise, which was the reason why he was there to see him.
"Siri, are you ready to be a free man?" Harry asked jokingly.
"Do birds fly? Of course, I am," Sirius answered.
"Then come on, today is your day," Harry told him.
"I thought you wanted to wait until you got…" He stared at Harry for a few seconds before the realization hit him. "You have him; you have Wormtail?!"
"Yes," Harry answered with a smile.
"When...how...where?" Sirius asked.
"Let's just say, since we have upgraded the wards on the Castle no one can sneak in or out without us knowing. Plus, I had the Marauders map blown up, and I keep it in my office. I figured sooner or later, Voldemort would send the rat in to spy on us, and all I had to do was wait."
"I'm free!"
"Not yet," Harry told him. "Which is why we need to get to the Ministry of Magic. They are waiting for us."
Sirius walked over to him with a wide smile on his face. They hugged then walked over to the floo. "One more thing," Harry said, stopping Sirius before he stepped in the floo. "The Aurors are going to arrest you the minute you step through the floo. It can't be helped."
Sirius touched his cheeks, "As long as I get to come back here a free man today. I don't care."
"They are under strict order from Lucius to handle you with care," Harry said with a wink.
Won't he be surprised when he see's who the two Auror's are!
Sirius turned Harry around then looked back at him. "What the hell are you looking for?"
"Where the hell is baby Malfoy? Usually, his c..."
"Don't say it!" Harry said, stopping Sirius, who was cackling like the Mad Hatter. "And I wish you would call him by his name. Besides, he's busy getting the representatives from the visiting schools settled in."
"Well then we better get back before he realized you're not attached to his cock," Sirius jumped into the floo and called for the Ministry before Harry could catch him.
That son of a bitch!
Harry followed after Sirius. He didn't mind his godfather making fun of him it showed that Sirius was getting back to normal. But he could also tell that Sirius had more difficult days to come. Harry was aware of Remus trying to get Sirius to see a mind healer after he's pronounced free and clear. So far, Remus failed. No one wanted to comment on the fact that Sirius has been drinking with every meal even breakfast. Again, Harry couldn't blame the other man. He's been through a lot. From the death of his best friend's, being blamed for their deaths and the list of things gets longer and longer. If Harry were in Sirius shoes, he would drink as well. But it didn't stop him from worrying about his godfather. Now that he that Sirius back in his life, Harry made up his mind that he will not lose him. Not even to death.
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Harry stood in front of the mirror fixing his bow tie and doing a terrible job at it. "Whose idea was this anyway?" He mumbled as he pulled the loops and his tie looked more like a two-year-old tied it than an adult. He saw no reason why he had to get dressed up. Even if it was a pre-Yule dinner. See if I trust those women and Remy to plan anything again. Granted, he didn't wear his jeans every day, but still getting dressed up for dinner was just too much. Word had slowly spread around the Wizarding world that the heirs to the Founders of Hogwarts have finally shown up. And now the press was trying to hoard their way into the Castle. They wanted answers to questions Neville and Harry were not ready to answer. It didn't help that today when he went to the Ministry of Magic with Sirius that blasted Rita, was near him and heard Lucius address Harry as Duke Slytherin and Neville Duke Gryffindor. He didn't blame Lucius; the man was an aristocrat, and there are still things Harry needed to learn. At least one good thing came out of it all, Sirius was a free man. He does not need to hide any longer. Sirius was questioned under the influence of veritserum and they did not need to use the story of him working undercover. Harry loved his father-in-law. Lucius was smart to ask the right questions he knew Sirius could answer. Peter Pettigrew received the kiss before they even left the courtroom. Harry sighed as he looked at his tie once again. He shook his head and pulled the tie from around his neck. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and admired his appearance in the mirror. His hair was down from the usual ponytail he wore. His green and silver slim fit robes looked great on him. He turned and admired the silver Basilisk on that moved when he walked.
"Promise me you will let me strip you out of your robes tonight?"
He looked up in the mirror and his eyes connected with Draco, who was leaning against the other wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't know; I might be persuaded by one of the visiting representatives. After all, I noticed the way…"
Quicker than Harry could blink Draco was standing in front of him growling. Harry wasn't scared, more turned on than anything else. They were both breathing heavy, and Harry knew exactly what to do. He tilted his head to the side showing his neck on the side that bared his mating mark. He was showing his submission to his Dominant. Draco leaned forward and sniffed before sinking his canines reopening Harry's mating mark. Harry arched his back and wrapped his arms around his mate's neck. His cock was hard, and he wished they could skip tonight and have Draco make love to him all night long. As if sensing his thoughts, Draco retracted his canines from Harry's neck, then lick the wound close. Harry didn't get a chance to speak before Draco smashed their lips together. Pulling a whimper from him. Their kiss was hot, and Harry wished he could cum right there on the spot. They pull apart, and Harry was gasping for breath.
"You want to cum baby?" Draco asked has he slipped one his hands down to Harry's crotch and palmed it.
Harry nodded.
"Good, maybe with a hard-on all night you will learn not to tease your, Dominant."
Draco walked away after winking at Harry leaving him in a very uncomfortable and shocked position after what just happened.
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Harry and Neville stood at the podium, they instructed the press that they will each answer two questions between the both of them. Severus and Lucius were standing behind them offering support if needed. Even with the tension of the war coming there was a different feeling in the Castle. The Castle shined and sparkled. There are decorated trees in every corner of Hogwarts with presents set to be magically delivered to the recipients on Christmas morning. There are gifts under the trees for the students from their professors and gifts from the students to their favorite professors. Harry watched as some of the reporters looked around the Castle rather than ask their questions.
Harry and Neville stood at the podium. They instructed the press that they will each answer two questions between the both of them. Severus and Lucius were standing behind them offering support if needed. Even with the tension of the war coming there was a different feeling in the Castle. The Castle shined and sparkled. There are decorated trees in every corner of Hogwarts with presents set to be magically delivered to the recipients on Christmas morning. There are gifts under the trees for the students from their professors and gifts from the students to their favorite professors. Harry watched as some of the reporters looked around the Castle rather than ask their questions.
Harry and Neville looked at each other, and he knew what his older brother was thinking. As long as they are distracted, then they wouldn't care about everything else. He was happy that Sirius decided to meet them in the Great Hall not enter with them. Harry was aware that words had spread of Sirius being officially free and was still alive. He was certain that the press would want to talk to Sirius eventually. Everyone has agreed to keep Sirius out of the news spotlight for as long as possible.
"Mr. Potter or do you prefer to be called Duke Slytherin?" Rita Skeeter asked Harry getting his attention.
"Should I count that as one of your two questions, Rita?" He asked back, knowing that it will grate on her nerves.
"No, Duke Slytherin, my apologies."
"Accepted, now ask your first question," Harry instructed.
"Duke Gryffindor, you have changed a lot is that because of you being the heir to Gryffindor?" Rita asked, Neville.
"No, it's not," the entire press corps gasped when they heard Neville's husky voice that went with his new appearance. Harry coughed to mask his chuckle. Neville was a man of few words when he was around people that made him uncomfortable. But everyone listened when he spoke. "I've matured and nothing else. Next question."
"A couple of months ago Hogwarts disappeared can you both confirm the reason was that you both were finally coming into your inheritance as the heir of Hogwarts." Rita Skeeter asked her second question.
Harry and Neville looked at each at the same time. They knew this question would come up one day. Neville nodded for Harry to answer.
"What you saw or heard, was Hogwarts, protecting herself and everyone inside. Hogwarts is a powerful being that thinks of nothing but the students and her professors. She is also a neutral zone and wishes to remain that way. But if she is attacked, she is ready to defend herself."
"Duke Slytherin, are you telling us that Hogwarts is alive, an entity?" A reporter Harry has never seen before.
"Why don't you ask her that question yourself," Harry told them. "I'm sure she would love to give you an answer. I might represent Hogwarts as her heir, but I do not and will not speak for her when I know she can."
The reporters seemed as if they did not believe him and Harry did not care. They can believe what they want. Harry and Neville watched as they all looked up and down the halls as if waiting for a woman to walk around the corner and speak to them. Harry sighed and shook his head. They act as if they've never seen the ghost of Hogwarts. And with all the magic done through the years good and bad, why wouldn't Hogwarts have a mind of its own.
"Are there any more questions, if not my brother and I are quite famished and would like to join everyone else at dinner. Which you are all invited to of course." Pacify them just like Lucius taught you. Give them just enough information and they will back off for a bit. "But know this once you walk through the doors of the Great Hall, you are not allowed to ask the staff or the students' questions."
Harry and Neville figured the press would want to stay for the evening meal and placed a spell on the entryway that will only affect the press if they try to ask the students questions with the intent of putting it in the paper. A few more questions were thrown at Harry and Neville before they called the conference to a halt. As much as Harry hated inviting them in he knew he had to do it. Walking into the Great Hall, Harry and Neville walked over to the tables and greeted all the representatives from the visiting schools. After he was finally able to sit next to Draco and have a bite to eat. The students and professors are used to Harry and Neville, and they no longer gush over them when they walk into the room. That's not to say they do not have their own fan clubs, but Harry and Neville have found a way of evading them. The reporters asked questions about allowing squids in Hogwarts and what was the motivation behind the idea. Neville took over answering the questions letting the reports know that everyone is born with a magical core. He went into detail on what he and Harry learned from research the Founders left behind. Harry would have thought the reporters would have found the answers boring, but they were very interested in the answers and asked more questions.
Maybe I should tell Blaise and Draco our secret. But it's so much fun watching them run or in Blaise's case waddle around the Castle hiding from their rabid fans.
Harry sat down just as a loud screamed, reached his ears. He got up from his chair and was in battle ready stance waiting to strike. But froze when he realized no one else moved. He was about to ask Draco if he heard the noise as well when he heard Remus yelled, "Son of a bitch!" He was gripping the table and breathing heavily. He turned and grabbed his mate by the collar of his pristine black robes. "Severus Elvis Snape I'm going to kill you!" Remus yelled in Severus' face. "You did this to me!" Harry turned to look at Draco, who had a similar expression on his face like Severus. Harry was about to walk over to Remus but stopped when Severus seemed to collect himself.
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"My little wolf, I need you to calm down," Severus tried to soothe Remus. He looked around and yelled, "Someone, go and get Madam Pomfrey, now!"
"I'm right in front of you, Severus, no need to yell," she admonished.
"Oh, well, the Remus is coming. I mean, the baby is Remus," Severus babbled not realize that he was mixing up his words.
"Severus!" Shouted Pomfrey. "I need you to remain calm so that we can get Remus to the infirmary. I figured this day was coming soon and have everything set up and waiting for him. Now, I need you to help Remus up and on the gurney. Can you do that?"
"Get him on the gurney, right." Severus turned and froze when he saw a red-faced, heavy breathing, very pissed off Remus staring back at him. "Um… Remy, I need to lif…" Severus kneeled beside Remus and placed a gentle hand on his mate.
"Don't you dare touch me, that's what got me into this situation in the first place! You with your sweet words and sexy voice! He instantly removed his hand. "Not again, you hear me, Severus Elvis Snape! Touch me again, and I will cut your dick off!" Severus should have been embarrassed at hearing the slight snickers coming from the audience watching them, but he did not care. His main focus was Remus. He went to get up but stopped when Remus whimpered and clutched Severus's sleeve. "Sev, don't leave me, please. I need you. I can't do this without you."
Taking a deep breath collecting himself and not understanding the one hundred and eighty-degree changes in his mate but went with it. "I know, love, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, ok." Remus nodded his head. "Okay, I need to move you…" Remus shook his head no whimpering. "Yes, love, we need to move you."
"You don't understand, my water broke, and if I get up, I'm afraid they'll slip out."
Severus wanted to snicker but held it in. He understood his mate was not in his right mind. "I promise, my little wolf, they won't." Severus soothed.
Remus closed his eyes and groaned. Severus hated seeing his mate in so much pain, and it made him feel worthless. "It hurts, Sev."
"I know, my sweet wolf, but we need to move to a more appropriate place and bring our little babies into the world."
Remus looked up, and his eyes widened as if remembering exactly where they were. "Severus," he whispered. "Everyone is staring at us."
Severus placed a hand on Remus' cheek and turned his face so that they are looking at each other. "Focus on me, little wolf. There's no one else but you and me and our little girl, okay."
Remus nodded and closed his eyes. "I think I can move now."
"Good," Severus stood and gathered Remus in his arms. Remus wrapped his arms around Severus' neck and buried his face in his neck. Instead, of putting him on the gurney, Severus walked him out of the Great Hall and into the infirmary. On the outside, he appeared cool, calm and collected. But on the inside, he was a huge ball of nerves.
I'm going to be a father, fucking hell. I'm about to be a fucking father!
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Draco watched as Harry and Sirius paced from one end of the hall to the next, sometimes meeting in the middle. It's been eight hours, and the baby has not been born yet. Draco was worried about his mate. He tried on numerous occasions to get him to sit down and eat since he did not get a chance to eat. It was a bit unnerving not knowing what's going on inside the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey had a werewolf healer that was helping her during Remus' pregnancy. Once it was finally announced to everyone Madam Pomfrey decided to seek help. Never taking care of a werewolf before she wanted to make sure that Remus had a healthy baby.
Draco sighed, he was holding on to his patience as well. But he knew this was a delicate time for both his uncles. He looked around the room and realized that his family looked a lot different than it did a few months ago. His mother sitting beside Stephania and Andromeda who somehow barreled her way back into their lives. His cousins Tonks and Sirius, Kingsley, Luna, who he once thought was crazy and belonged in a madhouse, but she's one of the smartest witch he knew. Pansy, Blaise, Neville, Theo, Fleur, the Weasley Twins and their older brothers. Who would have thought I would be friends and allies with Weasley's? But all that's changed thanks to one person. Harry. Draco chuckled under his breath, his mate might think he's done nothing great, but he brought us all together. Just by being himself and accepting others around him. Draco could see the worry on everyone's faces as they try to remain optimistic. There wasn't any sound coming from the delivery room, and he could only guess that Severus used a silencing spell. After the way, Remus threatened him in the Great Hall, who could blame him. Their small family will only get larger the more members they welcome into it, starting with Remus then Blaise and Neville's kit's being born. He looked back at Harry and hopefully, one day they will add to their growing family.
"What the hell is taking so long?!" Sirius moaned.
"Mi Tesoro, please sit down, both you and Harry will end up wearing a hole into the floor with all your pacing. Babies are on their own schedule."
Sirius sighed, "that's true. I remembered the night Harry was born. James was a nervous wreck. He had fainted before the doctor told Lily to push." Draco chuckled, but his love was still pacing the room and every few seconds looking back at the door leading to the infirmary. His brows creased with worry.
"What's taking so long?" Harry whispered, but only Draco seemed to be the only one to hear. Everyone else was listening to Sirius tell the story of the night Harry was born. The door opened, and everyone froze. Severus poked his head out and looked around his eyes landed on Harry.
"Harry, Remus wants to see you," he said.
Harry walked over to the door. "Is everything okay? Is the baby alright?"
"Everything is fine," Severus answered with a smile on his face. "Remus wanted you to be the first one to meet them."
"Them?" Harry asked. "But, I thought..."
"Come inside, and we will explain everything," Severus said, opening the door wider letting Harry in.
When the door closed, no one said a word for a couple of minutes.
"He just said them, as in more than one?" Sirius said, breaking the silence. "You heard him say them, right? I didn't hear things, right?" He asked again everyone was too shocked to answer or still trying to process the night's event. They were all pulled from their thought when Sirius erupted in a loud Woohoo! Causing everyone else to join him.
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Harry walked into the delivery room behind Severus, he was so nervous, and he didn't know why. Severus stepped to the side, and he saw Remus holding a bundle next to his naked chest. He inhaled, and he gasped when Remus looked up at him. Harry felt like a child and not an adult. The entire time he was in the waiting room, all he could think about was Remus. He couldn't lose Remus. He had the feeling that Remus was having a hard time and something was wrong.
"Come here, Cub," Remus said, extending his free arm. "Meet your new sister."
"Don't forget his three little brothers as well," Severus said, standing next to him with a bundle in his arms.
"Brothers?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yes, but it seems they prefer staying in their wolf form," Severus said with a proud smile.
Harry looked down to the bundle in Severus' arms and spotted a baby cub, with polka dot black and brown coat. He reached down and ran a gentle finger from his crown to his muzzle and the cub stirred just a bit but stayed asleep. "What's his name?" Harry whispered.
"We haven't given them their name yet," Remus answered. "We were hoping their big brother could give us some suggestions. Sev and I couldn't agree with any of the names we picked."
Harry looked from Remus to Severus. He was honored and touched. Especially, his relationship with Severus. He's come to count on the man who has been a father to him but has never tried to replace James Potter in any way.
"You finally understand now, don't you?" Remus said to him.
Harry's vision was becoming blurry, he nodded, and tears slowly slipped down his cheeks. They were not his father's in every way but blood. He dashed away the tears before he became a blubbering idiot and finally took the short step closer to the bed. He looked at Remus, who was smiling but looked exhausted.
"Do you want to hold her?" Remus asked.
"I don't know I might drop her." He leaned over getting a better look at the baby. "She's so tiny," he whispered.
Remus chuckled, "She didn't feel so tiny coming out, coming out."
Harry smiled as well. The baby stirred in and made a little noise as if she was about to start crying. Remus gently rocked her in his arms and whispered to her, and she instantly quieted down. The blanket hiding her face and hair fell, to the side and Harry finally got a chance to see her beautiful face. She had jet black curly hair and beautiful pale skin. She looked like an angel. A sweet little Angel.
"I like that." He looked at Remus, who was looking down at her. "That's the perfect name for her. Angel Ellen Snape."
Harry sat on the side of the bed beside Remus. Severus walked over with the cub he was holding and handed him to him. The cub opened his eyes and stared at him, then shifted into a human baby. The light brown from his spotted coat was now a strip in the middle of his hair. His cheeks were rosy and chubby and couldn't stop himself from brushing his finger against the baby's soft skin. "Hey there little Teddy," he cooed at the baby who opened his eyes at his name then closed it again. He leaned down to kiss Teddy on his soft cheek, and the sweetest scent wafted under his nose. Tears welled in his eyes as his emotions finally overtook him. He didn't know why he was crying and honestly, he didn't care. Harry felt a pull inside of him, and he was aware that from now on he had to protect his family. He had to protect his sister and her three brothers.
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Draco got out the shower and grabbed the towel wrapping it around his waist. It was a long day and an even longer night the sun had broken through the clouds hours ago. He walked out the bathroom and leaned against the door frame watching Harry sleep. He didn't blame his mate from being exhausted. A press conference dealing with reporters, especially Rita Skeeter had to be more nerving than anything else. Added with Remus giving birth to his babies.
Quadruplets! Bloody hell!
They were all adorable three boys and one girl. He understood the reason why Severus and Remus wanted Harry in the room first. They were all family, but Harry was their son in all but blood. It made Draco smile when he learned that Harry got to name the babies. He walked over to the dresser and picked up the picture of the four wolf pups together. Draco was surprised when he found out that once Harry held the three boys, they shifted in their human forms. It's as if they were waiting for their older brother to hold them in his arms. Teddy, with the brown stripe in the center of his hair. Connor, who has brown mousey hair and black streaks. Aiden who has brown mousey hair and little Angel with jet black hair. All four have a mix of Severus and Remus, but Draco was confident the more they grew their features and personality would be their own. He placed the frame back down on the dresser. Opening a drawer, he pulled out sleep trousers. Picking up his wand he dried off as he pulled on his sleep pants. Waving his wand, he doused the candles he joined Harry in bed and pulled him into his arms. Placing a gentle kiss on his neck, Harry snuggled closer to him and hummed. Draco whispered goodnight and smiled when a still sleeping Harry took his hand and placed it on his belly. Draco closed his eyes and imagined Harry swelled stomach filled with their kits as he fell asleep.
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Two days later everyone was in the main family room opening gifts. Remus was out of the infirmary and healing well after giving birth to the quadruplets. Even though he was a werewolf, he was still on limited duty and was told not to put too much strain on his body. Neville looked around and could not believe he was blessed with everything and everyone around him. And it all might come crashing down in a few months, weeks, days or hours. No one wants to talk about because it might ruin the good mood. But Neville was confident everyone was thinking about it. In the coming war. It's never far from their thoughts, even amongst the smiles and the happily filled moments. Neville loved his new family and wished he could have shared these moments with his last remaining blood relative. He made a last-ditch effort to connect with his grandmother, but she practically slapped him in the face by ignoring his letters. He did not wish her ill will in any way. But it hurt that she still hated him because he was not his father.
Pansy sat down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. "What am I going to do Nev I game them my gift, but they have no idea it's from me," she moaned.
Neville chuckled, his family had their ups and downs, but there are also those who don't have the courage to tell the ones they are in love with who they are. First, it was Harry with Draco and now Pansy, who was in love with Bill and Fleur. She realized her attraction to the pair after spending time with them. It also didn't help that Pansy was a hybrid vampire. Neville suspected that Fleur and Bill are attracted to Pansy as well, but are not sure if they are overstepping their boundaries by saying something to her. Neville saw the times they would stare at her longingly without her noticing.
"Have you thought about telling them how you feel?" Neville asked her.
"I can't," She whispered. "They are already a mated pair," she said with such sadness that broke Neville's, heart. "I don't want to be rejected."
He couldn't take the sad look on her face. Life was too short to hold back on what you're feeling. "If you don't tell them how you feel you will regret it for the rest of your life." He looked over at Luna who was sandwiched between the twins. They loved her with every breath. Neville got up and pulled her up with him. He took her by the hand and walked her over to Fleur and Bill. He pushed her between them. They were all surprised by his actions.
"Life's too short to not be with the ones you love. Stop running from how you feel about each other." He told them, not realizing the entire room had gone silent.
"Neville, they don't feel the same way about me like I do them." Pansy started.
"Stop," Bill began. "He's right," he looked at Fleur who nodded. "We should have done this a long time ago." He wrapped his arms around Pansy's waist and connected their lips together, pulling her into a kiss that had the room hooting and applauding with glee. Bill pulled back from their kiss, leaving Pansy breathless, before she could catch her breath Fleur connected their lips together. The room applauded louder. Neville stepped back with a happy smile on his face.
"I think I did my job," he commended himself.
"That was a job well done, my love," Blaise told him with a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, yeah," said Harry. "All you knuckleheads, owe me one hundred quid, each," he said pointedly. "And no skimping, I won the bet fair and square."
"Wait a minute," said Bill.
"You all knew?" Asked Fleur.
"How we felt about each other?" Finished Pansy.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry and the entire room groaned as if they just ran a marathon.
"Trust me, you guys was not hiding your feelings that well," Draco told them.
The shocks on their faces made everyone laugh. "Don't waste it," Neville told them.
"Trust me, we won't," Bill told the group as he ushered Pansy and Fleur out of the room.
"Hey, make sure an elf pops in every now and them with something for them to eat. I'm pretty sure we won't see those three for a while." Sirius told the group.
Neville looked at Blaise and touched his baby bump. "Are you happy, love?"
"I am," Blaise answered and Neville saw the honesty shining through his brown-green eyes.
"Since everyone is in a good mood," Sirius said getting their attention. "I guess it's time I make good on my promise," Sirius brought one of Stephania's hands to his lips and kissed then got down on one knee. "Stephania Marisola Zabini, will you do me the honor of marrying me…" he paused, then looked at Blaise who nodded and then back to Stephania "... marry me tonight, my beauty."
The entire room was quiet waiting for Stephania to answer she was staring at Sirius, her eyes widen in shock, Tears were streaming down her face as well. "Si," she finally answered. "Yes...yes...ye…" Sirius stood and pulled her into his arms lifting her off the ground and twirling her around. The entire group cheering and congratulating the couple. Sirius set her down on her feet, and she pulled away from him. Her eyes, "Aspettare! Stasera!" She went off in a string of Italian too fast for Neville to understand.
Blaise tsked and shook his head stepping out of Neville's' arms and walked over to his mother. "Blaise…" she started the only thing Neville and possibly the entire group as well, was Sirius' name, who still had a goofy smile on his face. Who could blame him Stephania was a beautiful and kind woman who was wrongly tainted by the Wizarding community. Everyone, including the students, loved her. She exhumed confidence, something Neville hoped any daughter, he and Blaise would gain from their grandmother. He smiled again looking at Sirius, they both deserved happiness and Neville was thrilled that he was there to see their love flourish.
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"Harry, I think Draco forgot to give you this present." Draco walked over to Fred and took the black velvet box from him looking at curiously.
"Draco, you've gotten me more than enough, I don't have room for anything else."
"I can never give you enough. However, this is not from me." Draco told him. "But it is for you," he turned the tag around showing Harry his name.
Harry's brows creased together as he took the box from Draco. "Okay, who is this from?" Draco watched as everyone shook their heads or shrugged their shoulders. A feeling of dread up Draco's spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
"Don't open it," Draco told Harry.
"Why not?" Harry asked confused.
"You don't know who it's from. What if it's something Dumbledore left behind that was spelled to show up today, specifically?" Draco theorized.
Harry sighed and looked at the box in his hand. "I don't think it's from him, Draco. I don't know, but I have the strangest feeling that what's in this box has nothing to do with Dumbledore."
Draco knew that he wasn't going to be able to talk Harry out of opening the box. Once he had his mind set on something he would do it no matter who tried to talk him out of it.
"It will be all right, Draco," Luna spoke up. "Trust me." He stared at her for a long minute. He trusted her, but he was also secretly jealous of his relationship with his mate. Although, Harry had a special relationship with everyone in their family. He noticed how close Harry and Luna were. Draco was sure that Luna knew Harry's deepest, darkest secrets and would take them to her grave. He could not deny that there were times Luna had known things before they happened.
"Fine," he said, pulling out his wand ready to defend and kill whatever was in the box if it posed a threat to his mate. "Open it when you're ready."
Harry smiled and reached up and touched Draco's cheeks. "You are the only I trust to have my back, never forget that." He kissed Draco gently on his lips, then pulled back and stared into Draco's eyes. He nodded, and Harry looked down at the box in his hand. Harry took the top of the box and gasped along with Draco and everyone who was still in the room with them.
"Is that?" Draco began.
"It is, how did…" Lucius said.
"I was such a child." Draco and everyone looked up and saw Helena Ravenclaw or the Grey Lady standing in front of the window looking out.
"My Lady," Harry said, stepping away from Draco's side. "I was jealous of the attention my mother received. I was beautiful and intelligent. Yet, all they saw was her. I just wanted her to notice me. I wanted my Mother to see me. And so I took what I thought was precious to her." No one interrupted her. "Even when she wanted to see me, I refused her last request," she said sadly. "I thought I was doing the right thing when he asked me to tell him my story. But he defiled it, with dark magic!" The windows shook with her anger, but no one seemed afraid or tried to calm her. "Don't disappoint me, Harry Potter." She said looking directly at Harry. "I hope you can finally see me, Mother."
"I have always seen you, my child."
Draco looked up and saw Rowena staring at her daughter from the picture frame sitting on the mantel. He looked back at the window, and Helena was gone. He turned his gaze to Harry, who was staring down at the Diadem.
"I might not carry a piece of his soul in me anymore, but I can feel the anger and hate coming from it." He looked up at Draco. "How can something so beautiful be used for such evil?"
"We all have a bit of evil and hate inside of us. Some have simply decided not to fight those feelings while others do." Rowena told them.
"Thank you, Helena," Harry whispered.
"I loved her so much, and I tried to give her all that a mother could. I blamed myself for so many things when it came to Helena." She disappeared before Draco could ask her where are the other Founders or where they have been.
"Father," Harry said. Two days ago he started calling Severus and Remus Father and Dad. No one commented on it. But Draco noticed a spark of happiness whenever Harry called him Father. "Do you mind adding this to the others. The only one we need is Nagini."
Draco couldn't believe it. But with only one piece remaining, he was starting to believe that they were going to win the war. And then he and Harry could start their life together.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry had no idea how they did, but they did. He was standing with the others at Sirius and Stephania waltzed around the room. The man had the brightest smile on his face. Narcissa, McGonagall and a few of the other women orchestrated and put together a ceremony and party in record time. The Great Hall was decorated in both Slytherin and Gryffindor colors. The students and the representatives were happy to attend the wedding even though they were at the Yule Ball the night before. The majority of the student body did not return home to celebrate with their families. As a consolation, the parents were allowed to enter the school and celebrated Yule with their children. A few of the parents have already stated they will be staying to help with the coming war. The few students who decided to return home and promised to come back on the first of the year.
Everyone felt that the war was close and did not want to be away from their children. I hate feeling like this.
Harry smiled as recalled Sirius blubbering through his vows. It was a beautiful bonding. There wasn't a dry eye in the hall. Harry could tell that Sirius and Stephania loved each other very much. And looking at them as they dance, it makes him a bit jealous that he and Draco decided to wait until after the war.
"Care to dance?' Harry looked at the hand extended in front of him and was surprised to see Severus standing there.
"I can't dance," Harry told him.
"Come on; I will teach you. Besides, think of this of practice for when you and Draco bond." The band changed their music to a fast up tempo beat, and more people got on the dance floor. "Not a traditional father/son dance music, but it will do," he said and started dancing to the music. Harry and everyone else was in shock, as they stopped and watched Severus dance. He was impressed that his adopted father had rhythm. The students started cheering on their Headmaster and forgetting about everything else and started dancing as well. Everyone in the Great Hall started singing and dancing to the music, and in true Sirius form he got on stage and took the microphone from the leader singer and started singing. Hogwarts was shining, and Harry could feel how happy she was. No doubt, Neville could also feel it. Looking around the room of the smiling faces, Harry promised himself that he would keep the war as far away from Hogwarts as possible.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Harry smiled when he heard Draco spoke.
"I didn't know you were coming home, tonight," He answered, turning around to face his mate. They've only been separated for one week, but if felt like a lifetime.
"I've missed you. We were able to push his forces out quicker than even I was expecting." Draco had the tendency to say even the simplest things that made him blush. "So," Draco said, stepping closer to him lifting a hand and touched Harry's cheek. Harry raised his head and stared at his mate. Something was wrong. Draco's eyes went from stormy gray to red. "I can't decide if I should kill you now…"
"Be gone, you foul creature. You're not welcomed here!"
Harry snapped his head up gasping for air. His body was shaking as he looked around and realized that he was still in his office. Shit, I fell asleep at my desk, again. And again he had that strange dream for the third time this week. He didn't know if it was his worry of the coming war or who the male voice belonged to that kept banishing Voldemort from his mind. The first dream he appeared as Lucius, the Second Severus and now Draco. Has he been able to enter my mind somehow? Harry hadn't had any dreams about Voldemort since before he got his inheritance. He still hasn't told anyone about his dreams. The Founders and Hogwarts were protecting their home; he knew that for sure. The reason why the Founders went missing from their pictures was that they were searching for the Lost Diadem, which was given to Harry as a gift. And the other was they were rallying troops of all the deceased fighters willing to protect the Castle the best way they could. Everyone was safe for now, so why the dreams now. Thanks to Severus Harry had started learning Occlumency again. Things are going better than the first time. His Father's has been patients with him. Giving him pointers on how to secure his mind. He was better than he was before. Which was why he did not understand the dreams.
There was so much going on behind the scenes and now that school was back in session and everyone was busier than ever. Although, the attacks had slowed down during the Yule break old snake face was back attacking every one of his allies. Voldemort was trying to weaken each and every Wizarding community. He was splitting his forces all over the European globe. Harry could only surmise that Voldemort was trying to prove that he had a stronger army under his command. Scaring the other countries into siding with him. Some may be foolish enough to believe him and caved to his will. But there are other's strong enough to fight him with everything they had for themselves and family. Harry, Draco, the Twins was splitting their time between aiding the others fighting alongside them. So far there have been no significant casualties on their side, but Harry was not foolish to think that it won't happen. It only made him worry more. Draco has been in Germany for the past week helping their Auror's fight and capture Voldemort's followers. Sirius and Stephania went to Egypt to find and capture Nagini. One of the captured prisoners gave them information that Voldemort went to Egypt with Nagini and came back alone. So far they haven't been able to find her, but knowing those two they will not give up. The Bill, Charlie and the twins are in France along with Fleur and her family preparing for Voldemort to attack. Percy has stuck close to Lucius working as his deputy. It would be so easy to take the fight to Voldemort, but they had too much riding on finding the last piece of snake face's soul.
Maybe I'm just too stressed out. Which is one of the reasons why I could be having those dreams? His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he was hungry. I should call for some for something to eat but, I haven't been able to keep anything done since Draco's been gone. I can't wait for all this shit to be over.
He sighed and got up from his desk and went into his bedroom. He looked at his big empty bed and shook his head. He still had problems sleeping without Draco not beside him. He undressed and walked over to Draco's side of the room and took and took his dressing robe off the hook. He brought it to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaled, taking in Draco's scent. I miss him so much. Opening his eyes, he slipped it on and got on the bed scooting over to Draco's side of the bed. He curled in the fetal position closing his eyes falling back to sleep.
Harry woke the next morning, and before he could figure out where he was, he ran to the bathroom emptying the contents of his stomach. He prayed to the gods, he was not getting sick. All he needed now was to be sick and trying to fight a war. He needed his strength to win. He sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth sighing and praying that nothing else tragic would happen. He really didn't want to see Madam Pomfrey she would definitely force him to rest when he had too much to do. Getting up, he stripped out of his clothes, then got in the shower. He was already starting to feel better. Finishing up his shower, Harry got out and took care of the rest of his hygiene before returning to his room. He was shocked when he saw a tray with a teapot and a large cup sitting on the table beside the wingback chairs in front of the fireplace. Leave it to the Elves to know I'm up. Lifting the top of the teapot. Ginger scented steam with a hint of mint hit him. He waited for the dreaded, nausea to happen that has plagued him for the past couple of days. When nothing happened, he poured a cup, adding two sugar cubes. He sipped his tea happily as he got dressed and ready to start his day. Maybe I'm over the bug, after all.
After enjoying his morning tea, he was walking to the Great Hall when he was stopped by Dr. Strange. "Duke Gryffindor…"
"Please, Professor Strange call me Harry, even after all these months I'm still not used to the whole Duke thing."
Dr. Strange smiled. "Very well, please, call me Stephen."
"So, Stephen, what can I do for you?" Harry asked. He was feeling so much better and his attitude showed it.
"It's about the war; I realize that I am not Britain-born, but I am from this universe and would love to help. I have an idea that I would like to run past you. Do you have time to speak with me?"
"Of course, I do. Come on, let's go to my office," Harry told him. "We can have breakfast while we talk."
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
"The man is an idiot," Charlie yelled.
"I agree with you," Monsieur Louis Delacour stated. "But as of now, he is the Minister."
"Someone should knock some sense into him," Bill interjected. "With all the evidence of what's going on, the bloody fool still believes the V...well you know who coming back is all a hoax. A rumor," he scoffed.
"He's putting his people at risk!" Charlie shouted. "We've been here all week trying to talk sense into the man."
"How many times have I not said I agreed with you!" Louis argued back.
"Then do something about it," Charlie seethed. "Why are you not the Minister? And you know what needs to be done. Your countrymen are counting on you. How long are you going to argue with a man who refuses to see reason?"
"Don't think I have not thought about it!" Louis yelled, then sighed, rubbing his forehead as if saving off a headache. "I am an old man; what France needs is a young man with morals and ideals that will bring us into the future. What France needs is a man with passion and integrity."
"Well, find someone who can do it!" Charlie told him slamming his hand down on the table.
All three men were quiet. Luis was staring at Charlie for a few minutes too long before he spoke. "I think I know someone who would be able to do the things I spoke of."
"Who get him here. We've wasted too much time fighting with that fool of a Minister."
"No need he's already here," Louis said with a smile that certainly did not bode well. "You have lived in France for a short time before going off to Romania. Your French is flawless, and you enjoyed your time here, no?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with…" Charlie started to ask the words died down when he realized where Louis was going with his question. "Oh, no. No, make that hell no."
"You are a man of ideals, Charlie. I can tell that you are a man who is not afraid to fight for who or what he believes." Louis said. "We need a leader like you to make French Wizarding community an exceptional country.
"I think you have the wrong person, Louis. I am English not French, and I am not a man of wealth and high standings, nor am I politically sa…"
"Wealthy standings are the least of our worries. We need someone like you, Charlie. Don't back down because of fear. I see greatness in you. And I would be honored to have and support you as the next French Minister of Magic. Do we have a lot of work to do yes, but…"
"Wait, I haven't agreed to this, yet."
"Pftt…" Bill scoffed again, still sitting at the table, Charlie only just realizing he was rising to his feet.
"You've got something to say?" He asked just as the twins walked in.
"We have news…" Fred said, closing the door.
"We stayed behind just as Bill ordered and watched the French Minister…" George added. "And you were right to worry."
"Parkinson and Nott met with him soon after you guys left," Fred told them. "We were only able to hear bits and pieces of what they were talking about. But the gist of it is that the current Minister has been in line with you know who of his own free will."
Charlie sighed, he knew that Theo's father was a Death Eater. Nott Sr. has no plans to turn his back on his lord and master. He tried to disown Theo over the holidays but Theo had already come into his inheritance and according to the Nott family will that have been passed down through generations. If there was only one child born and once they reached their majority they are seen as an adult and are able to claim their title as Heir Lord.
Theo was safe, but would he be willing to leave Hogwarts and move to France?
"Then I guess that settles it then, we need to act quickly," Bill said pulling Charlie out of his musing.
"Settles what?" He asked, utterly confused. "What's settled?"
"I can find allies among the court who would support this change, we have been searching for someone who will be willing to work and listen to the people," Louis said ignoring Charlie's question. "He will have my backing…"
"And I'm sure Harry and Neville word will carry a lot of weight," Fred added.
"Most definitely," George agreed. "He will have us at his side as well."
"Will one of you answer my damn question!" Charlie shouted getting their attention.
"So what do you think; think Theo will want to leave Harry's side and move to France," Bill asked him. "They've become quite close."
"How the hell should I know what Theo will want to do? I don't even know what the fuck is going on." He folded his arms across his massive chest, his brows creased together staring at each and every man in the room.
"Don't worry, brother; I've got your back when you tell, Theo. Have you ever seen him angry?" Bill asked, but speaking continued without waiting for a reply from Charlie. "Just remember to duck when he throws a vase at your head," he walked over to Charlie's and patted his shoulder squeezing it before he walked out of the room.
"Right on," Fred and George said together and followed behind Bill.
"Well, goodnight, Charlie, my boy, I have to send a few letters off before going to bed. This is exciting, very exciting. France will move forward and not backward," Louis said before walking out of the room caressing his silver pointed beard mumbling to himself.
"Are you guys going to answer my question?" Charlie asked, watching as Louis, and his brothers walked out of the room leaving him wondering what the hell was going on.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
The next day Harry was laughing as the twins retold the story of how Charlie was suited to become the next Minister of the French Ministry of Magic. Fred and George flamed faces was telling him the reason why they will be staying in France a week longer. The French magical court was so excited to have a fresh face with ideas they instantly voted Charlie in place of the current Minister out. Many have suspected that the current French Minister was aligned with Voldemort, but did not have proof. Once Fred and George presented pictures of the Minister, meeting with Nott and Parkinson. Further evidence was the recording the Twins submitted to the emergency meeting of the Minister discussing events of the next planned attack. The members were ready and willing to vote then and there. The existing Minister was immediately sent to the French version of Azkaban where he will stay awaiting a trial for treason against his own government.
"He's in the other room talking with Theo," George told Harry.
"There's no yelling, so that means Theo is ok with what's going on," Fred added.
"I'm sure Theo will support Charlie in whatever he decides to do. But are you sure this is what he wants?' Harry asked.
"I've had the feeling that Charlie belonged in politics for a long time," Bill answered pushing his face between the twins. "He loves working with Dragons, yes. But he's a leader Harry. You should have heard him when he spoke to the French courts today. All the members were mesmerized and listened to his suggestions. They asked questions, and he answered I never thought of before and he was able to answer them truthfully. He was always the peacemaker whenever the twins would argue with each other. He has diplomatic skills that were not taught, but it comes naturally to him. I think with Louis and Lucius, he will definitely be a great Minister."
Harry sighed and looked over to Luna sitting on the other side of the room. It was her idea to send Charlie with Bill and the twins. Did she know this was going to happen? The smug expression on her face was all the answer he needed.
"What does he need from Neville and me?" Harry asked.
"Your support," Bill answered.
"That's a given. He will never have to ask for that," Harry told him. "You guys are my family."
"Okay, we need to go. Thanks, Harry." Bill told him.
"No problem, Bill. Brother's in all but blood." The fire went out, and Harry looked over at Luna.
"So how much of that, did you know was going to happen?"
She sighed before answering. "I knew that Charlie had a purpose that would change his life dramatically, but I did not know to what extent."
Harry rested his head on the back of his chair and closed his eyes. "I'd like to know the outcome of the war," he said out loud.
"I predict what will happen in the end, but it's closer than we think."
"I spoke to Dr. Strange. I'm not happy with leading children into war, Luna," he told her and opened his eyes.
"It is their choice, Harry. We are still children ourselves and had to grow up quicker than most," she said to him then looked away. "You should do what he suggests; it's the only way to ensure their safety." Luna got up and walked over to him and kissed his cheeks. "Choose us in the end, big brother."
He looked her strangely as she walked out of his office. "What the hell is she talking about?" There are times even he couldn't understand Luna's cryptic messages.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Draco stepped through the floo in the main hall and dusted off the soot from his shoulders. Fuck, I'm exhausted. He was happy to be home and safe after being gone for a week. Leading the charge against Voldemort's forces was a hard task. The Wizards and Witches on the Dark Lord's side are skilled and would not give up easily. But in the end, Voldemort's forces had to retreat because of the amount of loss they took in their forces. They were winning, and that was a plus in the right direction. Voldemort had a lot of people fighting and dying for him, and there were times during the short battle Draco wondered if he would survive and make it home to see his family. Draco turned the corner and almost bumped into Stephen Strange.
"Mr. Malfoy, I see you have returned."
Although Dr. Strange was a skilled instructor catering to both offensive and defensive arts, Draco was still trying to figure out what it was about the man that made him feel ill at ease. It could be the way the man stares at Harry with lust in his eyes. Draco mental growls at the man, mine!
"Yes, we were able to push the enemy forces back. I left a few people in Germany will to help with the restoration as well defend the major city if need be."
"I'm glad you were successful," Strange said staring at Draco. They stared at for a few seconds just as Draco was about to walk away Strange said something that surprised him. "You remind me so much of myself when I was younger. Don't take for granted what is in front of you, young Malfoy." He nodded before walking away from Draco, mumbling to his cloak that seemed to have a mind of its own.
Shaking his head at the oddity that was Dr. Strange, Draco continued his journey to the private rooms he shared with Harry. He missed his lover more than anything. His nights were long and lonely. In the weeks since they were separated, they had a chance to grow closer, deepening their relationship and their love for each other. Draco realized he needed his human blanket to be able to sleep at night. Draco opened the door to their rooms expecting to see Harry. But the room was quiet. He wasn't supposed to return tomorrow but could not be away from Harry any longer. He also wanted to surprise Harry. He searched their rooms and office, which was also empty. He went to Neville and Blaise's private room. He knocked on the door.
"Draco, what are you doing here. I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow?" Blaise asked.
"I wanted to surprise Harry, where is he?"
"He and Neville is training, in Salazar's Chamber. They've been going at it for the past couple of days." Blaise answered. "There something I need to tell you."
"What?" Draco asked.
"There's something wrong with Harry," Blaise told him.
Draco started to get worried. Their bond was tested, and because of the distance he couldn't feel what Harry was feeling, but he spoke to him every day. "What's wrong with him?" Blaise bit his bottom lip and looked away. "Shit, Blaise, you're scaring me. What's wrong with my mate?"
"I think V...you know who is messing with his dreams. He's had bags under his eyes, and he's not eating. I tried to get him to go and see Madam Pomfr…"
Draco didn't stay to listen to the rest of Blaise's words. He ran out of the room and headed to the girl's bathroom on the second floor. Moaning Myrtle was there crying, and he ignored her. He walked over to the sink pointing his wand to the lock tapping it three times before turning the handle to the left three times, waiting to hear the click of the sink opening as stairs begin to form. Salazar had given Harry the combination to enter the Chamber without using Parseltongue. Draco ran down the stairs that was still there. The closer he got to the bottom the stairs, he heard Harry and Neville casting spells. The sound of swords hitting each other. He'd given the sword he got from Godric Hollow to Neville a couple of days after he returned. For an unexplained reason, he felt it should be in Neville's care. It was later they found out it was Godric Gryffindor's sword and the one that has been in the Headmaster's office belonged to Salazar. Draco reached the bottom of the stairs in time to see Harry send a curse towards Neville that had him flying to the other side of the room. They were both shirtless and coated in sweat. Harry's hair was in a messy ponytail. And true to Blaise's word Harry looked as if he lost weight. Was he losing weight before I left? Harry dodged Neville's next spell hiding behind the nearest column.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
"You almost had me at that one Nev," Harry said with laughter.
"That was payback for trying to use the babbling curse on me," Neville shot back from his hiding spot.
"What's the count?" Harry asked.
"I think we're tied," Neville answered back.
"The next one to hit their mark wins," Harry yelled to Neville as he dashed from his hiding spot and sending a cantis spell in Neville direction. He stopped in his track when the spell hit the wrong target. Neville stood from his hiding spot and froze with his wand pointed seeing Draco.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
"What the hell? Draco, when did you get back?" Harry asked.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harry froze when he heard Draco spoke, well, rather sang. His voice was strong and beautiful. "Are you going to answer me?" Harry still could not speak mesmerized by Draco's singing.
"I…"
"Well, that was unexpected," Neville said coming to stand beside Harry.
"Indeed," Harry answered.
Draco looked at Neville and then at Harry.
"Umm...Draco, now, I don't want you to be angry, with me," Harry said as he starts to snicker. Harry was trying very hard to hold onto his laughter.
"What the hell would I be angry about?" Draco asked.
"Didn't you feel the spell that hit you?" Neville asked him. Harry could tell that his brother was having a hard time holding back his laughter.
Draco thought for a second, "No, was I supposed to?"
Harry was trying hard to hold back his laughter. He cleared his throat, hoping that Draco didn't notice. Neville had no remorse whatever and started cackling worse than a hyena at a zoo.
"What the hell is so bloody funny, Longbottom?" Draco asked looking at Neville.
"H...Harr...y I...I ca…" Neville tried to speak, but his laughter overtook him. Tears streaked down his cheeks, his face was red from laughter.
Hearing his brother laugh, Harry could not help it he burst out with the same giddy laughter joining Neville. Draco still did not understand what was going on and Harry didn't have the heart to tell him.
"You two are quite rude!" He declared with a scowl on his face before stomping out of the chamber. It only caused Harry and Neville to laugh longer and louder. Harry could not even stop his laughter to cancel the spell before his lover left the chamber and going into the general public embarrassing himself or gaining more fangirls with his melodious voice to his growing list.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
"That was a very mean prank you guys played on me today, love," Draco told Harry.
They were snuggled in bed after having the best welcome home sex. Harry had finally caught up to Draco and canceled the spell, and profusely begged Draco to forgive him for what happened. Truthfully, the spell was not meant for Draco, he just got caught up in the middle of it. "I'm sorry, again, love," Harry turned and faced his Dominant placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "But you have to admit I had no idea you were home. Neville and I have been practicing for the past couple of days." He wrapped his leg around Draco's hips, and their cocks touched. "Tell me you forgive me, please," Harry whispered, loving the way Draco shivered. There are some advantages to being the submissive veela, knowing how to manipulate your dominant without him realizing what was happening. He rolled Draco over onto his back resting his head on his chest and trailed his fingers in circles on Draco's chest. He let out a soft purr as his wings came out and cocooned around them. Maybe the wings were a bit much, but for some strange reason, Harry wanted Draco to forgive him. He was feeling a bit sensitive; it could be the length of time they were apart. But he needed to hear Draco say he forgave him.
"Are you okay?" Draco whispered.
"I didn't mean to make you angry," Harry said, lifting his head to look at Draco.
Draco cupped Harry's cheeks and gently wiped away the tear that ran down his cheek, he wasn't even aware that he started to cry. "Hey, love, what's the matter? I know you didn't mean it. You had no idea I was home, so there's nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco told him as he leaned in closer and kissed Harry on his lips. "Now," he said, pulling back. "Why don't you finish with your seduction. I think I like the way you tell me how sorry you are that you paid that nasty trick on me."
Harry gasped, "You knew?"
"Harry, I know every time you use your seduction techniques on me," Draco confessed with a chuckle.
"I guess I need to change my strategy, then," Harry smiled, feeling better and in control of himself forgetting his momentary slight in weakness. He crawled on top of Draco and sandwiched his cock between his butt cheeks.
"Change away, love," Draco groaned when Harry squeezed his renewed cock with his muscled arse. "I don't mind being your guinea pig," he tweaked Harry's sensitive nipples.
"Is that so?" Harry reached behind him gripping Draco's cock and positioned it to his still stretched, wet waiting hole slowly gliding down it on it.
"Oh, shit," Draco cursed as an answer.
Harry smiled, he loved using his techniques on the man he loves. No one does it better for him than Draco Lucius Malfoy, his mate and Dominant.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
"What do you guys think?"
Harry asked the table of his most trusted group of people, which was essentially his family. He'd brought to the table an idea that Dr. Strange suggested to him. After teaching at Hogwarts and saw how inclusive Harry and the rest had made the academy, he wanted to know if he could bring a few gifted students. The students were called Subhumans and had extraordinary powers that could be useful in the war against Voldemort. Children who were able to do wandless and mind magic without a wand. Students who used their strength and were shape-shifters who can turn into people and animals. Harry liked the idea of opening the school for more than just witchcraft and wizardry. The Founders his grandparents wanted those that felt like a castoff in society with special gifts to feel welcomed and learn from each other.
"How will they be able to benefit us?" Lucius asked.
"I can answer that if you may," Dr. Strange shocked everyone by entering the room through the wall.
"Nice of you to join us," Harry stage whispered.
"My apologies," Dr. Strange said with a smile. "Now, how these students might be beneficial to you is the same way you will be to them. They will learn from you and you from them. They use a kind of magic the squibs as you call them but much stronger. They are able to channel their power with their mind that encompasses their entire body. In essence, their entire body is their magic." He reached over and picked up a picture of one of the students this one fascinated Harry the most. He was able to apparate other's from one destination to another even in midair. "This is Martin Anderson," he held up the picture so everyone in the room can see his face. His skin was black with bright red eyes, he also had a tail and pointed ears like an elf. "He's called Midnight, I know you might be thinking it's because of his skin color, but it has more to do with his power. He can enter a room without anyone noticing. He is able to lift and transport a person weighing one thousand points one four stones." Everyone in the room gasped in shock.
"But he looks like a child," Narcissa said, saying what the group could be thinking.
"Don't let his size fool you, Lady Malfoy," Dr. Strange answered. "He's cable of doing wonderful things. All these students are," he explained, placing the folder down and pointing to the stack on the table. He went on to talk about a few more of the students such as their strength and their powers. Harry could see that everyone was interested in what Dr. Strange was saying.
"Okay, you have given us an explanation of why these students would be beneficial to us," Lucius interrupted. "I must say I'm intrigued, but what do you get out of all this, what do the students?"
Dr. Strange sighed and looked around the room. "For all their strengths and magnificent powers, these students have one major flaw."
"And that is?' Draco asked.
"Structure and discipline," he answered. "In the short time, I've been here I've watched how each and every professor takes care of their students no matter their strengths and weakness. You all have nurtured them, given them a home and purpose. You've given them the structure they need to make it once they walk out of those doors. And you've also made it possible for them to come back and learn or teach others and, that is what these students need."
"You've certainly given us a lot to think about," Severus interjected breaking the silence after Doctor Strange's admiration to the professors in the room.
"All I ask is that you think about it. Thank you for your time," he nodded and brought up runes Harry has seen him teaching his students and walked back out the way he came in.
"Well?" Harry said to the room.
"I want to hear what you think," Neville told him.
"I think it's a good idea," Harry sat on the edge of his desk.
"Explain," Draco said.
Harry looked back at him; lately, he's noticed that his submissive side is starting to be more obedient to Draco's Dominant side. He was still able to think and do things for himself, but he wondered if the longer they are together, will he be bending to Draco's every will without a second thought. As if knowing what Harry was feeling or fearing. Draco stood and walked in front of him.
"You will never be subservient to me," He whispered, pulling Harry into a hug. "You are very strong willed, Harry and I don't ever want you to change. Just as you listen to me, I listen to you." He pulled back and looked Harry in the eyes. "We are equals, no matter the title one holds." Harry nodded. "Now, explain to us what are you thinking."
Harry stood and braced his back to Draco's chest feeling as if he needed his Dominant nature this one time to help him through what he needed to say. Reading his body language, Draco wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him gently on the side on his neck. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, letting it out slowly.
"I've always," he said, opening his eyes. "Thought that we couldn't be the only ones with extraordinary powers. Think about it; they are able to do magic without a wand or spells. What if they teach us what they can do and we do the same with them? We would be able to defeat Voldemort and his cohorts and gain a new understanding of others like us. Just months ago we had no idea that squibs could perform magic, and now we see how skilled they are with runes. It hurts to know we've been wrong this entire thing about something so important. Not even Voldemort realized the potential he's missing out on. The only thing he cares about his what your blood type is. It makes me wonder what else have we overlooked and are we just as prejudice and the people we are fighting against?!" Harry paused when he realized that his voice was getting louder. He took a deep breath to calm his thoughts and his reaction to the matter. "I see so much potential in what we could accomplish beyond the war once it's over. If we are only looking to the war, then we are fighting for the wrong things." The entire room was stone cold silent after his speech; Harry had no idea he felt so passionate about the subject at hand until he started to speak.
"You know, all you had to say was you think their powers are cool and we would have said yes," Fred said, breaking the stillness in the room prompting laughter from the group.
Harry blushed and wished someone would have shut him up before he went on a mini-rant.
Lucius stood up and walked over to Harry resting his hand on his shoulder. "They will be seen and treated as magical students and adhere to the International Statute of Secrecy," he said. Harry nodded. "Good," he said, turning around. "Severus, what say you as, the Headmaster?"
"You've grown up, Mr. Potter."
"Thank you, sir," Harry whispered.
"Your parents would be proud of the man you've turned into, Harry. I know I am," Remus said to him. "Since you've made changes to the school and Lucius has taken over as Minister of Magic. I don't fear for my children as much as I did before. I know what it's like to have others judge you simply by the way you look or what species you are. So thank you, both for making me feel welcome again in the world I was born to be in," he said looking at both Harry and Lucius. "And with that, I say yes, as well."
After Remus' speech, one by one everyone gave their reasons as to why they will welcome the new students. Seeing that the new students will be starting out later than the rest of the school, Harry suggested they open up the opportunity for professors who would be willing to work during the summer. Also, students who would like to get extra credit and mentor the incoming students. After their discussion which ran into lunch, Dr. Strange was allowed back into the meeting. They agreed that Professor Flitwick would accompany him to collect a few of the incoming students. Professor Babbling, Draco, and McGonagall will take over their classes until they return. After the meeting, Harry decided he needed to take a walk to visit an old friend he's not seen in a while. Harry kissed Draco and headed down to Hagrid's shack. It felt weird for him to be walking alone. Secretly he missed Ron and Hermione; he thought they were his best friend and did not foresee them not being beside him for the rest of his last. Hagrid was how he knew where he came from and he owed the friendly giant more than a petty visit. He owed him the truth of the man he adored. Even after the reports of Dumbledore's death came out and the things contained in the file Hagrid refused to believe it. He mourned Dumbledore more than anyone else. Harry smiled as he walked up to the shack and remembered the first birthday cake Hagrid made for him. He knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, Harry heard the thundering foot of the giant.
"Hiya, Harry, what brings ya by?" He asked opening the door.
Harry smiled at the cheerful welcome. "I haven't seen you in a while and wanted to check up on you. How've you been Hagrid?" He asked stepping inside. Fluffy lift his head and saw Harry then laid it back down closing his eyes.
"Oh, you know, the same, thanks for sending another teacher to help with my classes."
"You're welcome, Hagrid," Harry smiled.
"Want some tea, do ya, Harry?" Hagrid asked putting the pot on.
"Sure," he answered with a smile. Hagrid sat down on the other chair and opened a cookie jar offering Harry one of his famous cakes. He declined, of course, hoping he did not offend the giant. Hagrid was not the best baker. The silence in the shack was deafening.
"Feel's off, don't it?" Hagrid asked, and Harry knew exactly what the giant was referring to. "I didn't peg Ron, and Ginny to do something so awful to Molly and Arthur." He said, pulling out his stained handkerchief dabbing his eyes. "Broke my heart when I heard it."
"I know, Hagrid, it broke my heart as well," Harry whispered truthfully.
"To think they were in line with you-know-who."
That was the rumor as to why Ginny and Ron would betray the light side and joined Voldemort. The strange thing was Voldemort was silent on the matter, it was if he was accepting the rumor because of the tragedy behind it. "Yeah," was all Harry could say. The teapot whistled and Hagrid got up to prepare their tea's. Harry wondered if he made a terrible mistake by coming to visit Hagrid. In the beginning, he was very excited, but now he was not sure. He'd not seen the man in the months since before Dumbledore's death. Since his sudden change during the summer, Harry hasn't felt any kind of guilt until this very moment looking at the friendly giant who was his first real friend.
"You know Harry," Hagrid said setting down the cups on the table. "I've lived a long time, and I've yet to see the world. I think it's time I travel and experience things," he sat down and took a long draw of the hot liquid.
"You don't have to leave Hagrid; Hogwarts is your home."
"Aye, that she is. But, there comes a time when a man must grow up and venture out on his own. Find his path in life."
"But I need you here, Hagrid," Harry told him truthfully. He was sad that Hagrid was leaving, but happy that the man will do something he wanted to do. He was going to miss the booming laughter of the friendly giant, but Harry understood. This was something Hagrid had to do.
Hagrid smiled, and the smile met his loving eyes, although it did not sparkle like Dumbledore's used to. "No, ya don't. You got your mate and a new family. Even Sirius is back. No, I think it's time for me to go."
Tears clouded Harry's vision. He bent his head and closed his eyes, letting the tears fall freely. "Are you leaving because of me?" He whispered.
"Because of you? Codswallop! I'm leaving because of me. I'm so proud of ya, Harry, you've grown into a fine young man who would make James and Lily proud."
Harry raised his head, opening his eyes and gazed at Hagrid searching for the truth. He related to Hagrid in many ways. Both orphaned at a young age and fell for Dumbledore's words only to be left alone and at the hands of others to use at will. "Do you mean that?" He asked.
"Of course, I do." Hagrid took another large gulp of his tea. "I'm going to come back mind you, so look afta Fang and my home."
"You're leaving Fang?" Harry asked in surprise as he dashed the tears from his cheeks.
"Aye, the barmy mutt is getting too old and will slow me down."
Harry laughed heartily for the first time since entering Hagrid's shack. "Then it will be an honor to take care of Fang until you return." Hagrid smiled and nodded. "I'm going to miss you, Hagrid."
"Gonna miss ya, too, Harry."
For the rest of his visit, they talked about things that Hagrid wanted to do while he was gone and the places he wanted to see. Hagrid got excited talking about the creatures he wanted to see that he only read about in books. Harry was grateful that they did not speak about Dumbledore or Ron, Hermione or Ginny for the remainder of his visit. It was late when he finally left Hagrid's home, he told Fang to come to the Castle when he was reading, the three-headed dog simply looked at Harry as if to say, I will do what I want when I want. It made him chuckle and shook his head. Things were looking up.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Valentine Day
Harry walked around the Castle as he was leaving a meeting with Severus and Neville. They were making security plans for the next Hogsmeade outing for the students, as well as welcome in the new students who will be arriving the next day. It seemed they had a spy in Voldemort's inner circle. No one knows who the spy was. A different owl delivers the messages each time. They receive one. The first time they received a message it was about the attack in France, the second was about Germany. They were not sure if the messages were leading them into a trap, but to be on the safe side Harry had a few of his people go there to help and protect the two countries. With each message Harry and the rest of the group check the messages for curses and hexes before reading them. They've tried to trace the magical signature as to who the messages are from, but each time they come up with nothing significant to tell them exactly who it was that was helping them. It was the need for the extra security, Valentine's day was this weekend, and the students would be thinking about anything else other than having fun during the romantic weekend. There wasn't a message from their unknown spy, but Harry and the rest thought it was better to be on the safe side and be prepared rather than unprepared. As Minister, Lucius has ordered Auror's to be ready to aid the New Order of Phoenix. That was Neville's idea to keep the name of the order as is, even though Harry did not want anything that was once associated with Dumbledore to remain. He couldn't argue that when the order was first created their parents were a part of it and it meant something more than just the name.
Harry walked by a couple of giggling female students who were whispering amongst each other. Harry mentally rolled his eyes, Valentine's seemed to bring out something in the entire Castle, and he could not explain it. Harry had never understood the fascination with showing love for one day out of the year. To him, if you loved someone you show that love every day rather than waiting to do something special one day out of the year. The students were not the only one's acting like lovesick fools. His adopted parents, his in-laws, his godparents and even the bloody professors are walking around the Castle on cloud nine. Sirius, who took over for Hagrid as the Care of Magical Creatures instructor was whisking his wife away to Paris for the weekend. Severus and Remus have already warned that after seeing the students, they will be holed up in their quarters and do not wish to be disturbed unless the Castle was on fire. Neville has an entire romantic weekend planned for him and Blaise. According, to Neville he wanted to spend as much alone time with his mate before their kit's born. Two weeks ago, Neville found out the sex of his child and was keeping it a secret from everyone. Lucius has something planned for him, and Narcissa and he's keeping close to his chest, but Harry can only guess how elaborate and romantic it would be. If going by the dreamy smile on Narcissa's face every time Harry saw in the past couple of day's, he could assume their private festivities started days ago.
Oh, Morgana, Harry mentally groaned, he had no idea if Draco had anything planned. This would be the first time he'd have a lover of any kind to celebrate the day. He wasn't sure of what he was expected to do. He loved Draco and hoped that he showed it to him every day. Harry shook his head clearing his thoughts of doubts as he entered, the Great Hall just as Fawkes swooped into the large room. The Phoenix had disappeared, and Harry had not seen her since she proved to Dumbledore, she no longer belonged to him. Harry stopped and watched flew around the room as if looking for someone or something. A hand rested on the small of his back and Harry looked to his left to see his mate standing beside him.
"I see she's returned?"
"Yeah, I wish I knew where she was all this time," Harry said as he watched as Fawkes swooped down in front of them. Stopped in front of Harry staring at him as if assessing him in some way. She then turned to Draco and Harry watched as the two stare into each other's eyes for a few long minutes before she shrilled and flew around the room landing on Draco's shoulder. "Okay, what the hell just happened?" He asked Draco, who looked just as confused as him.
"I'm not sure," Draco told him, then looked at Fawkes who was sitting on his shoulder. "I thought she chose Neville as her new owner?"
Harry thought for a few seconds, "I'm not sure she really chose him, as was the fact that she no longer listened to Dumbledore." Fawkes thrilled as if agreeing with Harry. "I think she was waiting for the right time to choose an owner or she's just drawn to you like I am," he leaned in and whispered to Draco. He loved seeing the bright color of pink that crossed Draco's cheeks.
"You're in a playful mood today," Draco observed.
"Am I?" Harry asked stepping in front of Draco and closer to him leaving no room between their bodies. His hands remained behind his back as his mate lightly rest his hands on his hips.
"I would say you are, is there a certain reason for that?" Draco asked, lowering his head giving Harry a chaste kiss. He lightly snaked his tongue out touching his mate's lips.
"I think it's being near you," Harry told him looking into his beautiful blue-gray eyes. "You bring out the friskiness out of me."
"What else?" Draco asked, nuzzling and rubbed their cheeks together. Harry gasped and closed his eyes when Draco brought their hips together, rubbing their interested cocks together. Draco placed gently kisses all the way down to Harry's neck where he nipped at the skin.
"You know I can't think when you do that," Harry told him grabbing onto Draco's muscles biceps.
"If you can talk that means I'm doing something wrong," Draco told him, and Harry purred when his mate nipped at his earlobe.
"Never wrong, always right," he said between gasps of breath. Draco raised his head and smashed their lips together before Harry had a chance to say anything else.
They were into each other they didn't hear the large doors of the Great Hall opening as floods of students entered and stopped to stare at the couple. Everyone knew that Harry and Draco were in love with each other, but the couple rarely showed public display of affection or any in front of the students. A loud whoop, clapping, and cheering of a couple of, 'way to go,' alerted them that they were no longer alone. Draco ended their kiss and connected their foreheads together as they as they looked into each other's eyes smiling.
Maybe this Valentine's day things won't be so bad.
**GR**GR**GR**GR**
Harry returned to his private quarters later that night after patrolling the halls for students out past curfew. There were only a couple he let them off with a stern warning not taking house points. It sometimes seemed bizarre that only a few short months ago, he was a student and now he's semi graduated and a valued member of the school board. The minute he walked into his quarters, he was hit with the sweetest scent ever, there was Tea light scented candle going along the border of the hallway with red and pink rose petals in the middle leading down the hall. Harry hurriedly took off his shoes and socks rolling up his pant legs. He took his first step and sighed at the cool softness of the rose petals. He continued down the hall excited to see what else Draco had in store for him. He didn't have to wait long his lover stepped out of the room, meeting him at the end of the hall. Harry was speechless, and instantly his cock grew hard in pants pressing hard against the zipper threatening to burst open. Draco was wearing a red silk bow around his neck showcasing his muscled clean shaved chest and arms. He had on a red and black sheer see-through boxer shorts that looked as if it was tailored for him. Harry's tongue felt like sand stuck to the roof of his mouth. Draco looked like a fucking angel sent to earth to protect him and give him love. Harry loved seeing Draco's mating marks on his beautiful pale skin. His hair, which grew longer of the past few months framed half of his face while the other side was slicked back. His wings were on display, and Harry was tempted to reach out and run his fingers through the soft feathers.
"Hello, my sweet mate," Draco extended his hand offering it to Harry.
"Draco, what's all this?" He asked offering a hand to his mate who pulled him close and wrapped a hand around his waist.
"I wanted to show you how much I love you, is there anything wrong with that?"
"No, there isn't."
"I'm not doing this because is Valentine's day. Although, there is nothing with that," he leaned down and nuzzled Harry's neck. "But I think if you love someone you need to show it every day." Harry gasped when Draco sucked on his mating mark. His body started to tingle with arousal. "I planned to do this a couple of weeks ago, but I had to leave." Draco flattened his tongue and licked from his biting markup to his earlobe nipped at it. "Now, I get to full fill my dream to pleasure you all night long," he whispered as he pulled away leaving Harry dizzy with lust.
"What…"
Draco stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shh...your only job tonight is to feel and enjoy no thinking about anything else. And most importantly, no questions. Just enjoy."
Harry wanted to ask so many questions, but the look on Draco's face told him all his questions would be answered as the night went on. Draco led him to the bathroom, it was filled with lit candles, and the bath was filled it bubbles. It was large enough to accommodate more than one person, and Harry guessed that's why Draco had his wings out. His mate started undressing him kissing on his skin after removing his clothes. Harry was starting to lose focus, his mind going blank and his body doing exactly what Draco commanded and started to feel.
"Let your wings," Draco instructed. Instantly, Harry bowed his head and let his wings free. "They are so beautiful," he whispered.
He took Harry's hand slowly guiding over to the filled bathtub. He gasped when he saw the fireplace in the wall. He's been using the bathtub for a while now, and to his knowledge, there was never a fireplace there before.
"I remember how you're always complaining about how chilly the bathroom is in the morning so I had a talk with the lady and she was fine with it. I think her exact words were anything to make the heir happy."
Harry threw his arms around his mate and kissed him soundly before pulling back. "I love that you pay attention even to the simplest things. Thank you,"
"You're welcome, and don't thank me too soon, there's more to come."
"Well, how about I thank you in other ways?" Harry asked fluttering his eyelids.
Draco chuckled and swatted him lightly on his butt cheeks. "Get in the tub, you sweet talker."
"It seems I'm losing my powers of persuasion," he said getting into the tub. The water was the right "It seems I'm losing my powers of persuasion," he said getting into the tub. The water was the right temperature he was also expecting his wings to be wet and cumbersome holding him down.
"Hardly, you have me wrapped around your fingers and toes," Draco said with a smile as he kneeled down beside the tub. "Turn around let me wash your hair."
He moved effortlessly and wonder how it was possible. "How come my wing are not wet?"
"I said no questions, Submissive. But as a sign of good measure, I will answer that. There is a potion made specially for Veela and the care of our wings and other things that a regular wizard or witch…"
Draco continued to tall, and Harry really tried to listen, but the fingers combing through his hair and fingers on his scalp was lulling him into utter comfort. He moaned as if he just has the best orgasm of his life. The fact that Draco was pampering him from head to toe set his senses on fire.
"Have I told you how much I love that you didn't cut your hair because I asked you not to?" Draco whispered kissing and sucking on his wet shoulder.
"I would do anything for you," Harry told him.
"I know," Draco tilted Harry's neck, drawing him into a chaste kiss nipping at his bottom lip.
Harry opened his eyes and stared into his love's eyes. Seeing the strength of Draco's love shining brightly for broke through any walls he had up. This was the only man he could show his vulnerability to without it coming back to bite him in the arse.
"You make me very happy, Draco," he told his love.
"You do the same for me, Harry," Draco smiled and kissed him deeply this time. They spent more time in the bathtub touching and kissing. Harry got the opportunity to do the same things to Draco, like washing his hair and body. Once they were out of the tub, they sat down for a romantic dinner sans clothing, feeding each other and talking about nothing important. They stayed away from conversations dealing with work or the war. This was a night for them to relax. After dinner, Draco gave Harry a full body massage on piles of blankets in front of the fireplace. With each touch, Harry could not hide his aroused state, and it seems neither could Draco. They ended up making love and falling asleep in front of the warm fire whispered words of love could be heard between them as they held and led each other to ecstasy.
With love magic flowing throughout the entire Castle Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry shined brighter than she had in a very long time.
TBC!
The reason for the length of this chapter in due in part that this was supposed to be the last chapter of the story. However, my muse has other ideas. I even had a really good title of the chapter. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be uploaded. As always I want to thank everyone for their unwavering patience and for sticking with me this long. This story keeps evolving, and I am not sure when it will stop. Thank you for the reviews that I have gotten since the first time I posted this story. Your words have helped me in more ways than one.
All of the translations courtesy of Google.
Madonna-Mother of Jesus.
Aspettare-Wait
Stasera-Tonight
The song Harry danced to was-Dance for you By Beyonce
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