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

Chapter List
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- 25
Meechypoo - Severus' stubbornness comes in handy at times... Very lovable in such a decadently dark way. Family is everything to Harry, as you will see in this chapter. Draco is such a precious part, there is no way Harry could let Draco feel bad.
BAFan - Ch 21. It is a puzzlement... I could not repeat it so I could not figure out how to solve it. :( All will be revealed eventually. Ch 22. His defense comes with the fact that he relates to her now... not so much that he has a change of heart, his only interaction in this story was in the beginning really. But with sharing the burden of the 'site' he can relate to her and what she goes through. I don't think Harry distained her in cannon, he merely did not appreciate his death predictions every year :D Glad you liked the imagery... Chapters have been fixed...sometimes the auto correct does not recognize Harry Potter lingo :D Ch 23. Thank you so much...
slmncpm - Thank you hope you like this one too.
delia cerrano - I hope to keep building both pairings some more, without letting the plot slip... I love romance what can I say... I am a sucker for romance... :D
ChaosLady - Thank you.. More excitement on the way? Yes there is... this one not as much as my next though... Exactly on your quote on storms...lol
djaddict - Gred and Forge have more splaining to do and will be divulged... in face reddening detail...NO Fred will live... Harry does not want 'The Elder' to emerge again...Of course Madam Bones is smart... Always thought she should have had a bigger role... Figured out what scene yet?? Hint...'goodbye'. Thank you, making Severus and some of the others that were more background 'believable' is really what I want to accomplish. Yes... Vernon joins the ranks of those who you look at and go 'WTF she slept with him', but it will be explained a little in this chapter. I am sure it will be enough. Sorry this chapter does not have the Voldemort reveal... Next one though... still working the kinks out of it... and as for your nitpick... actually the word 'torment' was intentional. With the Gaia, I want to show the contrast in her. The fact that life and nature is full of so much beauty and yet also so much torment and gore at times. Think of the beauty of a doe walking in a meadow, only to have that same doe torn apart by wolves and ravens picking at a carcass...
Ciara_D - Thank you.
For all that fell for my April Fool’s joke... You made my day for reviewing it too...I actually took pleasure in knowing a prank well accomplished every time my email box dropped an "you are evil" comment at me... Such a wonderful feeling on a joyful day... Muhaha... Plus side? It brought out a lurker who reviewed... Yay! So good to know BlackDawgFang is reading... And MoodySavage too. Missed your comments.
So... Jokes aside... on to the real chapter 24...
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Chapter 24 Fate’s Flower
Harry stood at the door of number 4 Privet Drive. He was not sure if he really wanted to be here. There were so many memories within this house. None of them were good. He knocked loudly and Snape stood off to the side waiting for him.
The door opened and his Aunt in all her state stood there looking at him awkwardly. He knew he looked different, but the puzzlement on her face was so funny he almost laughed.
“Can I help you?” She asked as nicely as she could, her nose scrunching with uncertainty.
“I need to talk to you Aunt Petunia. Away from Uncle Vernon.” Harry said, emphasising the word ‘away’.
Her eyes widened and almost bugged out of her head as she looked at him, really looked at him. Her almost horse features became more prominent as she pursed her lips. Her long neck crained around as she let her eyes roam the neighborhood and then back to him.
“Your…” She stammered, unable to get the words out.
“Harry. Yes, but there is something important that concerns you and Uncle Vernon that I need to talk to you about. Today.” Harry said emphatically. He hoped that his presence was enough to encourage her to let them in.
She looked around again, and then quickly ushered them in the house when she thought she saw a curtain move across the street.
“He isn’t here, get in before the neighbors start talking.” She said gruffly.
They entered the small entryway and Harry then moved forward to the living room and drew the blinds. He saw her relax a bit more once he had done that.
“I need to show you something, and in a way you won’t like Aunt Petunia. It is imperative you think long and hard after what I show you… You could be in danger, but whatever you choose, I will ensure your safety.” Harry said.
She looked at him aghast at his suggestion. Harry was just a boy… well he used to be… stupid freak was now more freakish…
“YOU?” She cried out with an indignant huff.
“Do I look like myself anymore?” Harry asked.
She shook her head mutely.
“Then let me show you what I know, and you go from there, yes?” Harry left it in her hands.
She stood still, “Well? go ahead then… get it over with.”
Harry stood and crossed over to her, and her eyes widened in fear but she did not move. He searched for just the right power...Who knew it would be love… deep down he did love her…
The glow that came around him was soft, and enticing. She leaned forward as if basking in the glow was the only thing she wanted.
“Look at me.” Harry’s voice was soft, comforting and melodic. Even Snape off to the side started to lean in before he caught himself and turned away.
Her eyes met pitch black, but they were warm and kind and full of love. She saw then, drawn into Harry’s thrall.
She read the letter he had sent her. She saw her own shaky scrawl on another letter and her heart dropped at the contents. She also felt Harry’s hope blossom inside him while he read her letter. Family… Love… Protection, the push of feelings wrapped around her.
Her journey was not over yet. Those fathomless eyes tempered the journey, softened the blows, but she felt them nonetheless. She was presented with her every word, her every action toward Harry. She felt the love he had buried within himself, the loss and the grief. She felt the hopelessness, the insignificance he felt at her words and hand. An image of a small child hidden away in a cupboard, ear pressed against the grate listening for a kind word… Something inside her stirred, foreign and unknown. She saw him again, lost in his own world while cooking, clothes barely hanging on a thin frame. The look in his eyes spoke of a hollowness, and the circles under his eyes bore the hallmark of stress and sleeplessness. How had she never really seen him before…
“No one should be invisible to a mother’s eyes” The words struck hard to her heart...She had some of Lily’s compassion… Deep down...didn’t she?
Then she was revolted to feel his side of Vernon’s treatment. The man was a bully, bearing down on a child. Tearing at his tender self-worth. She saw the times he had hit Harry, and the bruises he had left, only to be covered before she saw them. She saw herself sitting in the living room, fanning herself on a hot day...The boy, barely even 10 had been outside weeding the garden, and Vernon came out and kicked him like a small dog… She felt the pain in her ribs as if it were her own.
“Just a child...an innocent child.” More regret swirled within her, stirring up softer emotions, ones that made her want to actually comfort Harry while he lay in pain.
She was then taken to a day far in the future. Harry was leaving her house after tea...She had hugged him with a genuine smile on her face. She knew Harry had beamed for days.
“Family...Is the world…the greatest gift of all…”
Harry breathed hard and tried to detach when the his power showed her more than he had wanted. He clawed for control, only to be soothed by his own power. He finally let it go… His past laid bare, his soul displaying things he had hidden for so long...‘Take us where you will’ Harry thought. When his power finally receded, she sat back tears streaming down her face. He sat once more on a perfectly plump chair regaining control of his own emotions… He did what he always had done… Shoved memories and unwanted emotions inside a chest in his mind, hoping to not examine them again until far in the future.
“Is he cheating now?” She asked trying to gain control of her emotions…The revelations were more than she expected, well she had not expected anything really. Her sister… She could believe that of Lily… the compassion was always there. But her life, now would be upside down if she believed it all… Her life… a lie...No...
“There is only one way to find out. I asked Professor Snape here to administer Veritaserum which will force him to answer any question truthfully… we can modify his memory afterwards if you like.” Harry explained.
Petunia thought about that. She understood now, her view of her sister and her nephew were colored by her jealousy and her husband’s constant promoting of that belief, ‘different means freaks’. She would wait though… what if crossed her mind.. this could be a trick.
“If nothing comes of this, I want no more discussion about this in my house.” She stated.
“I will not intrude further.” Harry assured her.
They waited in silence. Petunia darted glances at Harry and Severus over the course of the next 20 minutes or so. She knew who Severus was, and was not all too keen on him. Harry though, there was something about him, intimidating even yet still magnetizing. He was no longer her sister’s boy, or even a boy. She was not going to put up with nonsense in her home, but if anything he had shown her was to be believed...She put it out of her mind. It would come to naught.. Or at least that is what she told herself.
Harry stood and so did Snape when they heard the car pull in the drive. Petunia sat rigid in her chair. Vernon huffed and puffed all the way in the house, and his clamoring was raucous in the silence that had been.
“Petunia… is dinner ready, I am starving.” He said as he rounded the living room, only to fall with a loud thump as the stunning spell hit him in the chest.
“Was that necessary?” She asked a little scared now.
“How did you think we could get him to drink the potion?” Harry asked.
She stayed mum as Harry levitated Vernon to another chair in the room.
Severus pulled out a bottle with a clear liquid in it. He let go the stopper and three drops fell as Harry opened Vernon’s mouth…
They both stood back, and Harry bound Vernon to the chair.
“When I bring him round, let me ask a couple of questions just to make sure it is working…” Harry directed his Aunt, “Then you ask away…”
He saw her nod, and then enervated his uncle.
The look he got was beyond hatred.
“What is your name.”
“Vernon Dursley.”
“What is your wife’s name.”
“Petunia.”
Harry turned to his Aunt. He would let her ask the hard questions.
“Are you cheating on me.” was the first question she asked. It was the one burning in her gut.
“Yes.”
Her face went red. “For how long.” She was trying to hold on to her world, it was tipping precariously...
“For two years.”
“With who?” Her voice shaked considerably now… Harry walked over to her and let his hand fall to her shoulder. She was falling into a pit… with no way out...
“Several ladies in the office, I rarely keep names, they want a good report to move up.”
“Do you love me?” it was a whisper.
“No.”
Her heart broke then… everything was true.. her world was inside out and upside down… Her vision was already starting to go hazy from the myst gathering in her eyes...
“Have you ever hit Harry?” She asked, hoping it wasn’t true...Harry flinched at that question.
“Every chance I got.”
The man slumped again...Severus looked angry, his wand out. She sat there in utter shock, and stillness...She let her hold on what she had known slip… and it was gone… Her life, her understanding of everything now overshadowed by the truth. She was changed… reality steeped in, the pain, the truth… the horrible truth.
“Enough!” Severus said… “We have what we need.”
Harry gathered himself and faced his Aunt.
“We have everything ready,” He said as he pulled out the papers he needed her to sign, “These are if you choose to file for divorce. Mum set up a property not far from here, its warded and there is money… If you let me, I can tell you how to invest it so you do not have to work. You and Dudley can get out of here. That is if you want to.”
She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time, and stood up, and hugged him. She wept on his shoulder and he let her. His hands soothed her and he patted her back, it was the best he could do…A burden clung to his shoulders still, not yet ready to fall.
Family… in her head that was the word that rang true. Harry was family and he was hope in her upside down world.
“I want to sign the papers and be gone tonight. Can we do that? Can we let Dudley know?” She started shaking...needing something, anything to keep her here and in the present… Her hand shook as she reached to wipe tears from her long face. Thoughts of Dudley would hold her here. A handkerchief was pressed into her palm as she tried to dry her eyes… There was no stopping the continuing flow of tears as her world flooded away from her.
“Mrs. Figg will let you stay with her I’m sure. The papers need other formal signatures to release your vault. I can call Dudley and let him know. What do you want Uncle Vernon to know?” Harry spoke softly. She pulled away and sat down looking at her husband. A coldness creeped into her heart at the sight of the man, whale…He really was a whale… and Dudley would follow... She would do something… Her heart bore a viciousness that only a mother could feel as the faults against her family by this man were now laid at her feet.
“Can you plant a memory of me finding out and storming out? that’s what I wish I could do.” She said with a trembling voice.
“You will be a she devil in his eyes…” Severus said… Harry hid a grin.
Severus set about the memory charms. “We have to move him too Harry, unless you don’t mind him getting in the way when You-know-who arrives.”
Petunias eyes flew to Harry’s.
Harry shook his head, “He is scum, but death is not for him…I know where to take him. He should have loads of fun with his sister…”
Petunia sighed.
They took care of everything, the packing, the calls, the arrangements. Once Vernon was happily on Marge’s doorstep they apparated back to Hogsmeade.
“So what about Voldemort?” Severus asked as they walked the road back to the castle.
“I know how to make him believe they are still in the house. Let him know there will be a changing of the guard on Sunday the 10th. That gives us a week to let order members know their roles and. I will talk to Ron and figure out strategy… No one should get hurt, but, you will have done your part, and I will do mine. We both will get what we need out of this event.” Harry explained.
“Ron Weasley and strategy?” Severus asked.
“If you ever paid attention you would see he is one of the best strategists in the last 50 years or so...or he will be… but his strategy is the best I know.” Harry said.
Severus looked at him curiously.
“I never said I did everything alone… Hermione has the best brains around, Ron’s strategy is perfect, and well, I improvise… we make a great team… Draco, well he is a balance that we never had…I think its a great addition” Harry sighed, they had such good times even in the darkest hours. Harry noticed a look cross Severus’ face.
He placed a hand on the Potion Master’s shoulder. “You have friends, and well, a surrogate son who looks up to you…” Harry hoped he did not tread too far into foreign territory.
Severus smiled at the thought of James Potter’s face if he heard Harry say ‘surrogate son’. He could handle that… He patted Harry’s shoulder. “Let’s get back to in then…”
They walked close, in a companionable silence until they reached Severus’ office.
“Thanks for coming with me.” Harry said and turned to give Severus a quick hug.
Severus did not let it be quick. He returned the embrace properly and ruffled Harry’s hair, even though Harry was taller than him now. He found that his ability to return affection and care was not lost. He walked into his rooms to find his wayward lover and ensure there was no more whiskey and no more doubts.
Harry met Draco out on the veranda of their home. They watched the sunset together, sipping tea, and enjoying the calm before the storm.
On Monday during lunch Harry received an owl from his Aunt. He smiled at that, she was settled in her house. She expressed thanks, and offered an invitation to tea… she wanted to finally get to know her nephew. Harry’s chest warmed at the idea. Harry jotted off a few things...Investments he thought she could make, to include the twins…If she wanted to be comfortable, some would pay off sooner and others later. He tied it on the owl and let it have a piece of his chicken before it took off once again.
Harry made his way to the headmaster’s office after lunch… He was hoping for news on his class speakers.
“Ahh Harry...I have someone for you to meet.” Dumbledore said as Harry entered the room.
Beside the older man was a sallow looking man. He had short neatly styled hair that was a mix of grey and brown. The man did not look all together that old, but there was an ancient air about him. He was tall, but not as tall as Dumbledore.
“This is Sanguini, A vampire, friend of Eldred Worple...He was recommended by the Society for the Tolerance of Vampires. Sanguini, this is Harry Potter.” Dumbledore introduced them.
Harry thought back through his memories and vision… wasn’t there something you say in greeting to a Vampire in their culture. He smiled and walked up to Sanguini, who held out his hand. Harry gripped the Vampire’s wrist, “Blood be red, Greetings Sanguini.” The Vampire’s bored expression changed to a smile upon hearing the customary greeting.
“Harry Potter, you must be well versed in our culture.” Sanguini said.
“I have had some training, but I am not an expert. I would like to ask for you to enter my class to give a speech. I can arrange a special time, since I know daytime is not your best.” Harry offered.
“Yes, I can do that. I would love to acquaint your students with our culture. Too many myths persist about us.” Sanguini commented.
“Very true. Our class is learning the background history, we are also learning about weaknesses and strengths of each creature or being I have assigned for each year. I hope you don’t mind. It is a defence class after all.” Harry explained.
“Not at all. Even Vampires must know how to kill a vampire from time to time.” the vampire’s expression was all easy smiles.
“How does Friday evening on the 16th sound?” Harry asked.
“I will be here, Albus will escort me I am sure.” Sanguini said looking towards the Headmaster who merely nodded.
They made their plans, and then Sanguini departed via the floo. Harry and Albus decided to discuss plans for the upcoming Privet Drive event. Harry wanted to take up the discussion with Ron, later that evening to iron out the particulars. They would hold an Order meeting that Saturday to discuss the final details.
Harry’s first years were doing very well with their exposition of Pixies. They could identify all the parts of a Pixy by the day’s end. The next lesson would cover various weaknesses of the creatures.
Amelia stepped into his office after the last student had left the classroom below.
“I heard a Vampire has accepted your offer to speak to your sixth years. I am impressed.” She stated, notebook clutched to her chest.
“I could not have done that without the Headmaster’s connections.” He said, brushing away the compliment.
“It wasn’t the connections, Professor Potter. I know he came to be convinced fully expecting to turn you down, but was impressed so much that he left happy to participate. They usually avoid these settings...You are quite the emissary.” She praised.
Harry looked around. Now was the best time as any, “May I speak with you Privetly?”
Her demeanor tightened, “Of course.”
Harry stood and used his wand to shut the door. “I am just putting up a privacy charm.” he informed her before he cast the Impervious Privacy Charm.
She was watching, the movements she knew well, but she had never cast one. Only Aurors could, that was one of the spells they kept to themselves. This professor always left her with more questions.
“You want to know what I’m keeping from the minister...I think its time you know.” Harry said.
She backed up a bit feeling the charge in the room.
“I won’t direct anything at you, Madam Bones. I want you to see what I am, then I will answer your questions.” Harry said. He placed his wand on the table. She narrowed her eyes.
“Cast a shield. Do not look into my eyes.” He directed.
She cast a shield around her and waited. It felt like a charge before a storm.
Harry pulled off one shoe and sock…. then closed his eyes… hoping he was doing the right thing… a calm flowed into him and then it was there, all of them, all the Augur powers, and all the powers of the earth. His fingertips burned, his lips twitched and his eyes were heavy with power.
“Wisdom” Harry’s voice roared through the room, his arms sweeping out around him in an upward arch and he traced the rune with one hand, a glowing green rune.
His voice called out each power and the sound vibrated against the walls. Each time he traced a rune he switched arms to let each one flow to the tip of his fingers.
“Knowledge” his other hand traced the purple rune.
“Protection, Projection and Compassion” His hand traced three white runes.
“Strength” a dark green rune floated next to the others.
“Justice” red flames flowed from one hand to trace the rune.
“Mercy and Balance” a soft blue flame rose from the other hand to trace the runes.
“Love” the soft glow of pink flowed from his fingers for one last rune.
They swirled around him, lighting the entire room in a brilliant rainbow effect. They stopped swirling and he held out his arms, and each rune dropped to meet his tattoos… and they lit up like florescent lights on his skin as he absorbed them.
Amelia stood behind her shield in awe of the raw power flowing through the room. She was unsure of what she was witnessing. Whatever it was, she would have to wait and see.
The runes died down to dark black once more. His eyes did not change...His hands swirled and the wind blew in and around the office, from nowhere… he rolled his hands together and clouds started to form with the thunder above her, she was frightened now, as she saw the storms flash above her. His foot fell softly, yet she felt the tremor under her feet. She backed up further.
Harry moved his bare foot forward and he called for the flames, he could control them now. They danced up from the stone into his body, he opened his mouth and the red flames rolled out and surrounded his body… cloaking him but not consuming.
Finally he called the rain to fall from the clouds and the fire was extinguished… He raised both hands and place them together, then gently rolled his hands back to back and pushed softly away, as if pushing the clouds apart… and all the elements fell away on the breeze that was gone soon after.
“Amelia Bones, You have witnessed the power of The Augur Saeculum, the Seer of the Age. The guiding hand of justice in a world of darkness. Duty to Balance, duty to life, duty to peace, and duty to the earth.” Harry’s voice was melodic and beautiful.. She felt her body lean in wanting more…
Harry closed his eyes… pressed his will, demanding the falling of his powers...They receded.
He opened his green eyes once more and looked at the awe on the witch's face.
“Do you see now? Do you understand why I cannot tell the minister?” Harry asked.
“He is supposed to listen to you...right?” Amelia asked, but she knew the answer to that. The minister was so paranoid he would waste the opportunity.
“Is he really back?” She asked her most pressing question.
Harry’s gaze swept over her, he only nodded before releasing the privacy charm.
“He is part of my task. You have your knowledge now.. Madam Bones, the choice is now yours. Many on Voldemort’s side will know of my powers by sunday… I am sure that will filter to the Minister soon after.” Harry said.
“Delores?” She was almost afraid to bring up the subject. She had been with the woman many times since her arrival and the change was otherworldly. She hardly knew the woman. Delores was kind, sweet and nurturing, a far cry from what she had been.
“She was given a choice… there was much darkness in her.” Harry stated, “Yes, she experienced the Augur’s touch.”
Amelia gasped. She read about Augurs, heard legends, but never believed. She was the type of woman who embodied ‘seeing is believing’. She rarely formed an opinion without fact or support. From what she remembered, the touch of an Augur was life changing, and in some cases life ending.
“Why me?” She asked, even as understanding started to flow over her… He had chosen her and knew of her ambitions. This revelation was an endorsement.
“You have an exemplary record of fairness. From everything I have witnessed and known about you, my visions of you, I have found you fair and reasonable. That is rare in Ministry workers now.” Harry explained, “You earned my good opinion in the Future for an event I hope you never have to go through.”
She felt honored. Months ago she would have laughed in his face, or dismissed him entirely. In her realistic world there was no ‘sight’, nothing you couldn’t prove without good logic… She only hoped she could keep his good opinion. He did not press her, and she left his office in a pensive state.
Harry watched her go… He knew it was the right decision. The dominoes were falling into place… He could feel it, the nearness of the end of his task...Just a few more strategic placements and some time…
Harry met Ron in the library after dinner. They sat down and Harry cast the privacy charm.
“They will come...At least Death eaters. What do we need to do for me to show my power with the least amount of exposure and damage? Who should we use?” Harry looked at Ron.
Ron was pensive for a moment, “Can you find a way to either obliviate the whole street or obscure the house and activities from them?”
“Whatever I do, the Death Eaters may undo as far as obscuring. Finding a way to put the muggles asleep in their own homes could prevent exposure. I am not sure that is a job for the Order… That may be another path altogether. I will wait till the meeting to decide.” Harry said.
Ron accepted that. Harry placed a map he made of Privet Drive on the desk in front of them. Ron pointed out obvious places to have the Order members stationed, and the place where they should ‘leave’ their post. “I suggest Remus, Tonks, Mad Eye, and Shacklebolt. Those are who the Death Eaters would expect, though keep Dumbledore away, he does not need to be there if your power gets displayed. Have Severus sit this one out, guarding Vincent or some such nonsense to keep his status quo for both sides open.” He continued looking at the map, “You should be here, he pointed to a spot on the lawn. Have the Death Eaters be directed to here,” He pointed to another spot. He thought about it. “If You-Know-Who arrives he will most likely go directly inside the house… So since you do not want a full confrontation, stay outside. You can confine him to the house and he can see your full power that way. Sort of like a front row seat.”
Harry nodded, he liked that. He would have to transfigure his family members for the ruse…
They finalized some of the details and Harry was happy with their plan. He would present it to the Order in a few days.
“Thank you, Harry.” Ron said.
Harry looked back at his friend, confused. “For what?”
“I was afraid with everything that has happened and all your new powers, that you would not need me or Hermione anymore. I am glad to help. I want you to know that, even if you can do things alone, you do not have to.” Ron said, he clapped his hand on Harry’s shoulder. It was odd looking at Harry now… His friend had become a man before he did. He was still a child in the eyes of everyone, but Harry well… it was Harry after all..
“Ron, truer friends cannot be found anywhere. You and Hermione have always defined me. You both always will. I need Hermione’s mind, quick wit and knowledge. Your friendship, companionship and strategy… With you I don’t have to be an adult all the time.” Harry gave his friend a lopsided grin… Which the redhead promptly returned and tried punching Harry in the arm…
“Ow!” Ron groaned, shaking out his hand, “Did you get steel implants or something?”
Harry laughed, “Only supernatural muscles, these.”
They both broke out into a fit of laughter. What’s the point of anything if you can’t laugh about it.
“Want to come over to our cottage and fly this evening? I could give you detention… break a few rules, curfew and all…” Harry offered, watching his friends eyes light up.
“Tell Draco to watch it, I will fly circles around him.” Ron quipped.
Harry smiled while he let the privacy charm down.
“Meet me in my office in about an hour.” Harry said.
Ron nodded and they left.
Harry went to ensure Draco would be acceptable first before dragging one of his friends home with him.
Harry waited in his office… He had his cloak waiting for Ron when he arrived and they walked to his rooms. Once inside, Harry put the cloak in his pocket.
“You have to hold on to my arm as we floo… fidelius charm and all.” Ron grabbed his wrist and they both tumbled out the other side of the fireplace.
Draco stood off to the side, hoping to control his reaction to another person...It seemed his mind recognized Ron as safe...He smiled at that…It must not be everyone he would shirk away from. He moved to start casting cleansing charms to remove all their dust and grinned down at his husband and the redhead.
“I should be the teacher… you two are horrible...Should be able to exit a floo without so much dust and soot.” He said smiling the entire time.
Harry looked up and grinned. He stood and pulled Draco into a sweet kiss before he heard a grunt come from his friend. Harry just took it in strides.
“So shall we go… see who can fly circles around whom…” Harry said a glint in his eye…
Draco groaned, if anything he knew Harry was the better flyer… plus it was totally unfair he had all those years...but if he was rusty because old guys don’t fly...He just might have a chance.
Ron of course was not thinking anything other than trying to erase the kiss from his mind… He didn’t like seeing anyone kiss.. unless it was Hermione and him, but they didn’t watch themselves… That line of thinking inspired other thoughts…
“RON!” Harry called the redhead out of an obviously embarrassing thought as he went as red as a cherry.
“What?” Ron asked.
“I have two other brooms...which would you prefer?” Harry asked, ignoring the blushing redhead.
Ron stared at two of the latest models, so Harry played fair after all.. He grabbed the one on the right and all three headed out to the rear yard… The wards extended straight up according to Harry, so there would be no entrance from above, but they could fly as high as they wanted. The yard was expensive, though not as long as a the Quidditch pitch, it was wider though.
Ron, Harry and Draco both mounted their brooms, and then took off… Harry felt free...the wind in his hair, the taste of freedom, the tensions flowed away on the breeze. He spiraled, zigged and zagged, dropped and pulled up, then flattened his body against the broom letting the air flow around his body. He was flying, so fast the other two stopped to watch. Harry was a blur, shooting across the area like a bullet, almost too fast to see. Then they watched him soar straight up and freefall towards the ground. Draco gasped, his heart racing watching Harry plunge once again...Parts of his anatomy were paying attention to every angle of Harry’s body as it flowed as one with the broom.
“I was hoping age would be an issue.” Ron groused.
Draco laughed, “Did you think that he would have given up flying even with getting older? It seems that I forgot how much he loved this. We will have to do this more often.”
“I wish I could fly half as well…” Ron whispered.
Draco turned his broom to face Ron, a serious look in his eyes.
“Why? You will never be Harry. Be Ron… He can never be you, just as he could never be me. We are all different. He comes to you for things he can’t do… think about that. Be the best Ron… and let Harry be Harry.” Draco said, watching the redhead seem to grasp the concept.
“Well… I won’t let him have all the fun. Come on, lets test out our own abilities.” Ron said as he leaned forward and took off...Draco not far behind.
They had fun, pure fun and they all flew circles around each other. Ron was good at sharp turns and Draco was good at stealth...Each had their skills that made them unique, but still fun. Ron got back to Hogwarts using Harry’s cloak, promising to return it after class the next day.
Draco walked up and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. Harry was standing on the veranda looking out at the dark sky, full of stars and a receding full moon.
“Thoughts?” Draco asked, blowing softly on Harry’s back. The smooth skin was soothing. Harry had disposed of his shirt and shoes later on during their flight frolicking. Draco placed cool kisses against the heated skin. A very slight sheen of sweat could be seen just between the shoulder blades. Draco reached up and traced bits of wetness, his fingers playing down Harry’s back towards the edge of Harry’s trousers… Harry’s breathing was starting to get more ragged.
Draco licked a particularly soft muscle outline, letting the salt and spice of Harry compliment the scent of wild earth. His hands reached around the front, letting his fingers slide against skin and hair, rough and hot. Draco started to let himself go lower tasting Harry’s lower back, dropping soft kisses and taking some of Harry’s muscles in his mouth and running his tongue over the skin, letting go to leave a dark coloration.
Harry’s strangled voice barely ground out, “Draco…”
The blond’s heat drew him in, just the feel of Draco pressed against his back gave him a feeling of being centered. His body was not immune to the heated mouth pressed against his back. He did not know he was that sensitive. He did not move, not sure what Draco had in mind. Draco’s mouth and tongue massaged his aching muscles and his body was heating up. He wanted nothing more than to reach behind him and claim his husbands mouth as his own.
However, there was an element of electricity that flowed in the air, one that felt like magic. He had a feeling that if he moved the spell would be broken. Standing there, taking all the pleasure for himself felt wrong, but Draco’s hands and mouth felt so right. His body clenched as Draco slid lower, hands on the buttons of his trousers. When his trousers hit the ground, Harry almost buckled under the sensation. Cool air caressed his body, hot hands grasped and stroked his shaft in a slowness that was driving him mad. But Draco’s mouth finally brought him to his hands and knees.
Draco felt heady, his mind was in a blissful place. The taste, the scent and the power were intoxicating. He reached and undid Harry’s trousers, and immediately reached for the silk steel. He was lost in the feel of Harry, perfect and sexy. His face was level with the tanned arse he had admired for so long… one hand stroked and the other reached to part the soft globes, and he dove in… He tasted Harry, spicy and wild… Harry’s fall to his knees gave him better access, and he used both hands, kneading the soft flesh. He was tentative with the strokes of his tongue, unsure, but Harry’s moans called to him. He became more confident. His tongue stroke inside Harry’s entrance earning him a cry of surprise. His own body was aching with need, he wanted to bring Harry such pleasure…
Harry could not move, afraid Draco would stop if he moved. His breath was stolen when Draco licked his entrance, his voice was not his to control. When Draco speared him with his tongue, Harry saw stars… He wanted Draco to fill him tonight… needed His savior to be with him…
“Draco please… come into me tonight…” Harry begged… his cock was dripping on the ground.
Draco shivered at the request. He did not enter Harry often, but when he did it was exquisite every time. His fingers trembled as they unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall…
“I don’t remember the spell, Harry.” Draco called, his hand reaching to stroke around Harry’s entrance.
“I don’t need the spell...Please…”Harry cried pushing back against Draco’s hand.
Draco positioned himself, letting his own precum lubricate Harry’s entrance. He pushed in and heard Harry groan in pleasure. His own body captivated by the intense pressure being squeezed by Harry’s body. He pulled out and pushed back in, absorbing the intensity of the heat of Harry. All of Draco was centered on the joined part of their bodies. His breath was slow, his heart was beating out of his chest. The white heat of the pleasure was enough to bring tears to his eyes, he leaned forward and drew Harry upright. He thrust in while reaching around and letting the drippings of Harry coat his hand. He stroked each time he rocked his hips into Harry. They were both making hissing noises, Draco bit down softly on Harry’s shoulder… Harry shuddered and spilled over Draco’s hand. The blond’s name spilling from an angels lips. Draco shuddered his own release when he felt Harry’s body clamp down on him taking him over the edge.
Harry needed Draco like he needed to fly… when Draco entered him, he felt like he was flying. His eyes saw nothing, and his mind floated in pleasure. Draco’s movements were slow and steady almost hitting that one spot that sent sparks flying through his body. When he was drawn up, his mind fell apart as each thrust hit his prostate with precision… Draco’s soft bite over his sensitive skin was the breaking of his hold on his release… Feeling Draco follow was another bliss of it’s own…
In the moonlight they were magnificent. Long pale hair flowing in the soft breeze wrapped around the yin and yang of lovers entwined in an intimate embrace.
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