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

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A/N~
Kat - Thanks for reading.
Djaddict - Thank you... I had hoped the pearls reference came across... and I think the threads tie, because I re-read things... there are some things I'm like... I forgot about and have to add in to make sure the threads are working. I am really happy with Sev and Harry... but now I hope people can see Sev and Sirius and Harry and Draco in some new lights. Thanks for the nitpick... I fixed it... that's an issue with spell check...lol
Meechypoo - You will see in this chapter a bit more of the effect it has on his psyche. I may later let you get your twin fix... It just hasn't flowed for the story yet to input a whole real scene. But perhaps later...
Ciarra_D - As for why he did not face Voldy in this chapter, that is a bit explained...Yes Draco is always a beautiful thing... anchor... and all that ...sigh..
YaoiLemonadeLover - Yes, No pumpkins were seriously harmed in this story... :D I though it was unique when it started flowing from my poor over active imagination. You are correct on the spelling... I do tend to rely on Spellcheck, and a couple of times spelled it right, but then again sometimes I just write at full speed and don't catch it...That's where nitpicks come in... :D Thanks... fixed it by the way.
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Chapter 26 - Memory Lane and Valentine's
*Link to Umbridge new look (http://images3.cinema.de/imedia/8364/2078364,oCdddX6QNYA+aT9gGiNcCgfmE6gOHmAnWMP5vMBUiPR1Em+3vDb9zfon3uv_jNxJfz3ogxTr3jHE26akqhRXcA==.jpg)
**Link to what Draco’s tattoo looks like (http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15400000/Celtic-Symbol-Tree-Of-Life-paganism-15403296-500-500.jpg)

Draco paced his home, anxiety creeping in.
“Calm down, he will be fine. Its not even 9 o’clock yet.” Ron tried to say something soothing.   He was sure it wasn’t working when Draco shot him an icy glare.
There was a small pop and Dobby appeared.
“Master Draco, there is someone at the school who wants to see you.” The elf said, his mouth formed a thin line in his rather large face, “It is Master Lucius…”
Draco nodded to the elf, “Thank you Dobby.” the kindness in his tone made the elf smile at him.
Ron looked at Draco, gauging the blond’s reaction.
“You don’t have to go, if you don’t want to. I’ll go if you want me to.” Ron stated drawing himself up to his full height, which still was not quite as tall as Draco.
Draco smiled weakly, he knew his parents were not a threat. He still cringed at seeing other people though. Ron was good company, it was not so hard with someone with him. Draco went to the floo, turned his silver eyes onto the red head. “Let’s go then.” he said as he held out his arm, which Ron took hold of.
Draco landed elegantly with very little ash condensing on his shoes, his companion though tried to lurch forward and take them both tumbling towards the floor… Draco straightened them both and they were dusted off. The two took seats at the opposite couch.
“Dobby.” Draco called out for the elf.
A pop and Dobby was there.
“Please let my father know he can see me now. Please.” Draco requested.
Dobby bowed low and popped back out, worry for Master Draco creasing his brow.
Draco soon felt the wards herald his father at the door, and he granted entrance. He tightened his grip on the arm of the chair, but held his face firm… He would conquer this.
His whole body was starting to shake when the door was opened. He remained sitting as his father entered the room. Strange...Harry’s friend inspires peace and safety, yet his father, whom he would trust his life with does not. Even Dumbledore did not have this vicious an effect on him. Lucius walked elegantly into the sitting room and would have made to embrace his son, until he noted the shaking. He backed up slowly and sat on the other side. Ron moved to sit next to Draco, the calming influence was noted.
Draco sighed, Ron’s proximity seemed to help, he tried to look at his father, but tears stung his eyes.
“I am happy to see you.” Lucius said, his voice carrying such care. He could see that his son was still hurting… everything in him wanted to reach out and hold him tight.
Draco couldn’t even look up in that moment, he wanted his father’s comfort, needed it even. But his mind and body was rebelling away from such comfort.
“I think it’s your mark.” Ron said, keen eyes full of knowledge.
Lucius gasped, he had not considered that the power imbedded in the mark could have any outside affect on others.
“I’m sorry…” Lucius apologized, “I know I don’t say it often, but I love you son. I will do what I can, and I will find away to get rid of it once this is all over.”
Draco nodded, his whole body tense and strained at the proximity.
“I’m taking him home now.” Ron said, “I’m sorry, but its my job to watch him…”
Lucius thanked Ron, and left with a whispered goodbye to Draco.
Ron guided Draco to the floo and they both landed somewhat ungracefully on the other side.
In London, a large wooden door was pushed open and a short and stout man dressed in a pinstripe suit entered an office. The Minister of Magic looked up from his paperwork.
“Sir, you might need to look at the surveillance sphere for Privet Drive, the summer home for Harry Potter.” The short man said, holding out a round black sphere.
Fudge took the sphere and turned it over, “Greenwald, who else has seen this?”
“Only one Auror, Tendley, Sir. And myself.” Greenwald replied.
“Send for Auror Tendley, and be back in 20 minutes.” Fudge ordered.
The short balding man nodded before backing out of the office and turning to retrieve his co-worker.
The Minister turned the dark orb over in his hands… He pressed the side and let the entire scene unfold for him… The orb had started recording when the first magic was cast. He watched Harry going from house to house preparing for something. This did not sit well with the minister. He watched the fight unfold and the clear evidence of Voldemort staring him in the face. He wanted to throw the ball from him, until he watched Harry start performing magic he had never seen before…
When the door opened with a loud shuffle of steps into his office, the Minister jumped and almost dropped the dark orb.
“Close the door.” Fudge instructed.
He waited until he was sure the Minister’s seal enacted on the door closing, and then went into the lecture about what they had seen. They were under strict orders to keep their mouths shut. The minister performed a loyalty charm to ensure their secrecy. After he sent them off, he mulled over the meaning of things. Mr. Potter it would seem had gained knowledge over magic that evidently Albus must have taught him… The old coot had to be hiding something, and now he would figure out how to gain that power. The public could not know that Voldemort was back… He needed to contain it as much as possible... He wasn’t sure if he could trust Amelia with the information, she had not proven as helpful as he would have liked, but since she had done nothing wrong, he could not remove her. He needed another informant, one he could trust. One Harry might trust. A student… Mr. Crabbe owed him a favor… perhaps…
Harry landed softly out in the backyard of the cottage. He collapsed onto the soft green grass, darkness cloaking his form as he curled into himself.   It hurt, everything hurt, but it wasn’t his body. His mind felt torn, his heart was bleeding into his soul. He saved people, that’s who he was… He was the savior of the wizarding world...But right now, he was the monster. It was the eyes that haunted him, eyes that had once held life…
Harry stood in a clearing, the grass scorched and black under his bare feet. The trees in the distance had burn marks from their roots to the branches. Something had razed the area. He walked forward, no other way to turn. The darkness was oppressive, there was no light, yet he could see clearly. The closer to the edge of the clearing he got, the more clear the ground was for him to see. Several large mounds of scorched earth stood before him. Fear crept up his spine. The mounds started to melt away, the dirt blowing with the wind. Each mound revealed a corpse, each with skin of a deathly purple hue, eyes dark and wide open, black as pitch staring back at him. He could feel the accusations being hurled at him. Each time he felt accused a thin vine full of thorns lashed out to imbed itself into his legs pulling him down. Harry accepted the pain, and sank to his knees. The weight of his guilt ready to bury him with the accusing eyes. He was content to pay the price with his own blood. Let it drench the ground and feed the scorched earth. A dark mirror hovered over his head, and his green eyes turned red, his face lengthened and greyed, his reflection was his worst fear...He was the monster.
In this darkness, this guilt ridden world of pain, many lights of immense brightness appeared. Groups of them forming around each corpse. Every now and then as the lights would move and Harry could make out faces. Many of them were unfamiliar to him. But there were two faces which he could never miss.   Hovering over the accusing corpse of Peter Pettigrew, were the faces of Harry’s parents. Soon the entire clearing was filled with lights. They were shielding Harry from the eyes, from his guilt. Whispers began, quietly at first, then slowly the voices grew into a crescendo of thanks for Harry. The beauty of their voices were uplifting. Each one filled with such gratitude that Harry’s confining vines let go. He was still prostrate upon the ground, the guilt still a heavy burden.
Ron heard the crack of apparition from the room he had been staying in. He met Draco at the door to backyard. They saw something move then fall to the ground in the darkness, and Draco was running fast in one moment. Ron followed quickly behind.
Draco fell down next to Harry’s sweat covered prone body. He reached and rolled Harry over inspecting for wounds, but found none. One look into his lover’s eyes and he could see the anguish there. The guilt of taking a life was consuming Harry from the inside out.   He saw the graves and the darkness, but he also saw the light. Hope drove Draco into action, he drew his wand and cast a lightening charm and picked Harry up in his arms.
They walked into the house, and Draco left Ron to fend for himself while he took care of Harry. He placed Harry carefully on the bed as he ran the water for a warm bath. When it was ready, he carefully disrobed both of them and carried Harry into the steaming bath.
He was soft in his touch, gently washing away the grime of dirt and the sweat of the fight. He pushed his love and acceptance through their bond, and finally wrapped Harry up in his arms letting the water surround them both.
Harry could feel the warmth of love surrounding him. There in the brightly lit clearing, he lay on the burned grass. Some of the faces started to move away from the groups, and came to surround him, swirling slowly, so he could see their faces. There was a beautiful woman with kind eyes, and a small little girl, so much like his little Lily...Their gratitude fell out of their mouths in beautiful notes, “Peace, you have brought us peace. Fear no longer has a home in evil.”
Then with no other color than bright white, the purity of Lily and James’ faces could not be mistaken. Love so potent it could have taken his soul, surrounded him, infused with a presence he understood to be Draco… Lily and James’ eyes looked kindly down on him. A soft hand was placed gently on his shoulder, and She came to him then. The pieces that defined him were displayed before him. His parents, Draco, Gaia, Ron and Hermione, Severus and Sirius… All of them were a part of him. So intricately connected that Harry could see the threads of their lives so interwoven with his own that the strength of the threads were strong together.
“The Dead cannot claim you, Harry. Let the multitude of victims crash their thanks upon the shore of the accusations of the dead.” Her voice lifted him, his breath slowly returned to normal.
“I cannot promise you will not be required to take more lives…” Her voice was so full of care that Harry could not help but look away from the bright faces of his mother and father to look at her.
Her form was small, a child. Her eyes blue as the ocean, with depths not yet explored. Her smile so reminded him of his little Lily. He ached all the more at that thought. Gaia’s hair was the color of ice on a glacier, white blue and it flowed in the wind just shy of wild.
“Ache for the innocent lost to the evil that resides in the body you must remove. Here you can see the spirits of those finally able to rest.” She gestured towards all the bright lights with faces surrounding them. Her tiny hand belied the strength she possessed as she helped him stand.
Harry glanced back only to find that his parent’s faces, along with other’s hand melted into the shield of souls. He felt more warmth around him, calling to him, begging for his return.
The relief that flooded Draco when Harry began to stir was like a wave crashing through him. His arm shifted so not to be too tight.
“Welcome back.” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, smiling that the shivers he felt were because of him.
Harry sighed and leaned back into Draco’s hold. He let the scent of Draco fill his nose and sooth him.
“Sorry, It wasn’t pretty.” Harry stated.
“Did you think it would be?” Draco asked.
“Honestly? No… Even knowing that going into a fight that I will end up killing someone, makes me want to run. I don’t want to be me anymore… I just wish for … I don’t know.” Harry let his voice trail off, he really didn’t know.
Draco’s hands started a soothing massage over Harry’s thicker shoulder muscles. Each press received a grimace.
“You have always been more, since you were born. But why does that mean you are not just Harry? People who embrace their abilities and talents are not embracing something more than who they are. They are who they are to encompass those abilities and talents. Just Harry includes the labels, and more… You are more than labels and abilities. You are Harry…” Draco whispered. Then dropped kisses on Harry’s shoulder.
“How do you always know what to say?” Harry asked, enjoying the feel of Draco’s fingers and kisses.
“I’m just awesome…” Draco said smugly…
“Why not end things tonight?” Draco asked softly.
“I wish I did...There is something about the task though. I feel there is more to learn about Voldemort… Like I am suppose to see something I did not the first time. I missed something the first time, and part of my task includes finding that out. It wouldn’t be enough to do everything now and stop what could happen. Part of this gift is to learn how to see things differently, not just make obvious changes. I would never have given mercy before, not to Umbridge or Mundungus… I don’t know…” Harry trailed off and groaned when Draco hit a particularly tender spot.
“So you think you will be assessed as an Augur on how you handle things not just an outcome?” Draco asked quietly.
“Yes. Merlin and Gaia expect a lot from me, but there is more than actions. They care about the how and the why, it’s like they are allowing me to grow into the power at my own pace. Yes I could have taken the snake out… but, I think there is something yet to come that I need to know and to face...Justice is not for Voldemort… it’s something else..” Harry said.
Draco inhaled sharply, “Do you think they will want you to reprieve him?”
Harry laughed, “Not likely, but I am not ruling anything out at this point.”
Harry’s voice became more sullen, “I took someone’s magic today. I did not know it was possible. Greg’s father… He will never cast again.”
Draco’s fingers stilled. How could he have lived without magic… Pretty well if he had never known it, he supposed. But to have it, use it and have that part of you missing now…
“Greg may not care...He will still have his dad around. I am glad he wasn’t taken, but I wonder about his victims, he has been a Death Eater for a long time.” Draco said.
“Has Greg ever truly victimized anyone? Out of his own choice?” Harry asked.
“Not that I am aware of. Only the bullying by words that we have done, but nothing physical. He mainly just followed my lead.” Draco stated.
“They are much alike then.” Harry explained, “Goyle Sr, had no deaths to fault him. That I think is what weighed heavily in his favor. Death walked away and did not claim him.”
“Should I be surprised that you conversed with Death?” Draco asked cheekily.
“I did not, he spoke to me...you… are supposed to be blessed by him… your features are similar…” Harry explained.
“Ow… and did this paragon excite you…”Draco bit out the statement while trying to hide his impish smile… He was trying to bait his lover.
Harry snorted and turned, letting the water slosh around as he faced Draco… Capturing the most amazing silver eyes within his own gaze, sarcastic words hung on his lips unsaid. It was Draco who reduced the distance between their lips, and they both sighed into each other when the heat of their love consumed them. They moved perfectly against each other, fitting like puzzle pieces with one another.   Their movements created a slow wave of water rippling from one end of the large tub to crash against the other. Harry’s arms wrapping his lover inside his cocoon of heat as Draco moved slowly over Harry. They allowed themselves the storm of their passion, taking them out of reality and cleansing their souls together in love.
The dark storm cloud that gathered over Malfoy manor was definitely a symbol of the mood that took over the Dark Lord. He had called in several of his followers that he considered at least marginally intelligent.
He was still sitting on the cusp of irreversible anger. Many of his followers including the ever persistent Bella seemed to hang back in fear. He outlined the manifestations of powers each to only his most trusted of Death Eaters, the Lestranges and of course Malfoy would be included when he returned and Snape. The dark man was cunning and would be very useful when he wasn’t babysitting.   He wanted every shred of information they could find. His rage was tested when a young Death Eater approached him without permission, seemingly not noticing the elder Death Eater’s actions. He hated being questioned by someone lowly, His eyes glowed even redder, his mouth watered for the sight of blood and his hand itched to release his rage… Marcus Flint became a rather delightful release for his darker emotions… the screams as the blood flowed soothed Voldemort, and when the light left the terror filled eyes, Voldemort smiled as his bare feet were warmed by the puddle below him. He left the mess for other’s to deal with.
Severus was surprised by the Ministry owl that arrived bearing a seal from the Minister’s office. The letter was addressed to Vincent. Snape was instantly suspicious, but had the boy come out and retrieve the letter and read it aloud. It was strange, being caretaker for this boy. There was no emotions attached to the job, and any original connection as head of house seemed to have been severed during the process. The boy did not act like a person with an Imperious curse, or even like an automaton. Severus could tell though, the fire behind the eyes had been extinguished completely. The boy ate, and seemed to talk as normal, but there really was no definiteness to the conversations. The speech was generalized and latched on to the flow of conversation so as to float unnoticed like a leaf water.
The boy’s voice read the letter aloud, it was merely an invitation to lunch the following Saturday afternoon, and that Mr.Crabbe would also be present. Snape chose for the boy, he was to reply in the affirmative, be accepting, accommodating and cordial during the whole lunch. He was also to remember everything and agree to anything. Vincent’s once fiery eyes were dull as the boy walked back to his chamber and shut the door.
Sirius entered the room as the boy had left, and watched his lover turn pensive. He wished he could ease the burdens and stress that fell heavily on those shoulders. Severus sensed him it seemed and looked up and focused totally on him. It still amazed him how this man, could love him, understand him so well to know that just the look was enough to melt him. His desire for Severus’ eyes on him had been an obsession, now it was an addiction.
Severus took a deep breath and the room had filled with that wild smell he associated with Sirius. His guess was spot on when he turned, the look in his lovers eyes went from concern to blazing in just a span of mere moments. Severus stood, not letting his eyes move from their target and walked slowly over to his handsome lover. He let their bodies radiate the heat they shared as he stood just millimeters away from his lover.   His dark eyes drinking in the dove grey before him, and he moved one hand to bring the other man’s lips closer to his. There was no need because they were pulled together forcefully by their pure magnetism for each other. This need and desire overwhelmed so often that Severus was afraid to let go at times. Their lips were molten, heated and when opened a branding element to the soul was unleashed in their kiss.
A not so subtle knock resounded throughout Severus’ quarters… He let go, licking his lips trying not to curse whoever had decided to intrude. Severus composed himself, and went through to his office, closing the door to his rooms as he went.
The headmaster was waiting on the other side, his normal twinkle was gone and beside him was Remus Lupin.
“Severus, can we talk to you and Sirius. I think we need to let you know what happened tonight.” Albus said, measuring out his words carefully.
Severus nodded, and ushered them to his quarters and all four men sat down to go over the events of the evening. Severus sat next to Sirius, his arm snaked around the back of his lover’s shoulders, while he made sure Remus saw his claim. Remus discussed all that had transpired. Severus took it in and at times had to push down his awe and anger. Awe at how Harry had handled himself and anger at what Harry had to do. He knew from his last interaction that this would consume Harry. He looked over at Sirius and they both decided that one or both of them will have to talk to Harry soon.
Tuesday had quietness to it. Harry’s first half of the day had been spent assisting the High Inquisitor with some of her evaluations of the History of magic curriculum. Harry had suggested incorporating some re-enactments to allow for more empathy and to also help those who learn by doing more than reading. She brightened at the prospect, but still was at a loss of how to proceed with Professor Binns. Harry thought about that for a moment during their break for tea.
“Can you look into the Bagshot family?” Harry asked.
Amelia looked surprised for a moment, “As in?”
“The author of A History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot. I know that intelligence and passion on a subject run in the family… Maybe there is a daughter, niece, great grand child or something who would have the skill, but younger vision that would be a good fit.” Harry suggested.
“It couldn’t hurt to look into it. Most witches and wizards these days do not seem to care much about History.” She said.
Harry nodded, “But muggles believe that if you do not pay enough attention to it, that history has a higher chance of repeating itself.”
As most statements go, this was more true for the wizarding world, she mused. They seem to have a cycle of dark wizards, wars and then some peace. It’s the causes behind the wars that seem to have a common thread. She would have to look into that further. What could the ministry do to possibly stop dark wizards before they caused damage?
At lunch Harry had brushed off Severus’ attempts to get him to talk. Near the end he was surprised to find a rather largish letter dropped onto his plate. The envelope was oversized and so was the letter and lettering when he opened it. The letter was at least four times the size of a normal letter. He smiled though, it was what he was waiting for… his grin seemed to spread invisibly, the radiant happiness was flowing off of him, unnoticed by him, but visible to the entire staff table. Those closest to Harry seemed like plants leaning in towards sunlight, and the rest were affected by the smiles on their own faces. Severus who liked to keep a morose face was particularly bothered by the control he had to exert to keep himself from smiling and failed to control how his body leaned.
“Potter!” Snape whispered under clenched teeth.
Harry turned and almost bashed his head into Snape's, which was oddly bent in his direction. He surveyed the table and almost laughed at the comical expressions on their faces. Harry tried to suppress his emotions… and for a minute thought he failed… but as if released on cue, everyone breathed a sigh and resumed their meals.
“Sorry…” Harry apologized as Snape sat back up straight, no longer forcing his expression so hard.
“What happened?” Severus asked genuinely surprised.
“Guess I was so happy, I must have shared somehow…” Harry said, his smile still evident.
“Over what?” Severus pressed.
“Heidegger accepted my invitation to speak… He will arrive on Thursday. So Thursday will have a Goblin in the morning and Troll speaker in the evening, and Friday will be Remus in the morning and Sanguini in the evening.” Harry said, his happiness threatening to burst again.
Severus put a calming hand on Harry’s arm. Passion for teaching was great, and wonderful… Forcing your co-workers to share your happiness for work… Well there is no cause for that.
Harry had explained the details for that Thursday and Friday to his Seventh Years. He had originally wanted to merge classes so his elder classes, fifth through seventh would benefit from all the speakers he had lined up, and especially for Sanguine's speech and discussion. But instead he had decided to merge all the classes for each speaker so that all his classes would get the first hand account benefits. Dumbledore had worked with the other teachers to postpone other classes during those times. They were going to use the Quidditch Pitch for the venue in the mornings, and the Great Hall would suffice for the evenings. Most of the seventh years seemed happy about the idea. Though a few still grumbled about not getting a real dementor for their own class. Harry did mention that Dementors could not speak… So they were not really worth inviting…
Harry pulled Fred and George aside after class. Each was grinning from ear to ear, and Harry groaned inwardly, he had to quash any ideas quickly.
“I cannot express how important these speeches are…” Harry said as he pinned each boy with his eyes, “No pranks please. When the guests have left, I will have no quarrel.”
Fred and George seemed to take his warning to heart, but he wasn’t stopping there.
“And find another classroom for your bedroom affairs…” He smiled as he watched both twins blush fully from head to toe, brighter red than their hair, “And I won’t say a word to Molly...unless there are any disruptions during my upcoming classes that even remotely hint towards Weasley Wheezes.”
Their fervent nods told Harry he had them… by the balls so to speak. He was content with that…
“Slytherin is rubbing off on you…” Fred said, “Or ..” George was stopped by Harry’s gaze.
“If it were not for Ron… I would have joined said house, then where would we be?” Harry offered with a wicked grin and showed their stunned faces out of the classroom.
Harry walked to the greenhouses after his last class, he wanted a bit of privacy and peace before he went to the staff meeting later that evening. He was walking down a row of beautiful greenery content to smell the earth as it grew. He reached over to one of the plants, and touched it’s leaves. A feeling of strength flowed into him, and more followed as he ran his hands over the leaves as he continued to walk. His connection to the earth made him feel wonderful, he belonged.
“Augur Potter.” A soft voice, once full of venom found him.
Harry turned, knowing he would find Delores. He smiled at her as he did, taken by the change a person can effect if their personality changes. She would never really be beautiful by most standards, but she was softer now. Her hair was longer, less perfect. It softened her features until she actually looked warm and inviting. There was such a lack of pink and perfection about her that he was reminded a bit of Professor Sprout, but younger almost.*
“Delores, so nice to see you. How are you getting along?” Harry asked as politely as he could.
“Very well, I have never been happier… The garden, do you like it? I planted this entire row and it seems to be doing well.” She beamed at him. She was like a child begging for praise.
“Beautiful, the plants are well cared for and have a great strength.” He offered, watching her face light up with a smile.
“Thank you, Augur Potter…”
“Harry… Please…”
“I can’t...I’m sorry….I just could not disrespect you by calling you your given name. Forgive me.” She practically begged him.
“Alright, no need to apologize.” Harry reassured the woman. Evidently there was a formality to the Augur’s touch. He groaned inwardly.
He parted amicably from Delores, leaving her smiling and happy. His walk to the main Castle was long, but welcome. He walked the familiar pathway, but stopped as he passed through the stone columns of the courtyard with the fountain. Visions, and memories seemed to flow into him… winter in his first year with Hedwig it was so peaceful, Sirius riding off during their third year… The twins departure… and then tears flowed as he turned to see where Lavendar had lain as she was being desecrated by Fenrir… His rage flared… And Neville… The boy had been amazing. Still is… Harry smiled again...He reached to touch a column…
Voices coursed through his mind, crashing and crawling, chaos unfiltered. Images and faces, feelings and emotions, Harry felt as if his body were being pulled into the very structure he touched. He was floating, interconnected within the walls and rooms and he moved flowing through Hogwarts, until he found he was standing solidly on hard dirt. His body was whole, his robes intact, his wand with him and yet he saw nothing. The darkness was absolute. He focused and created his strongest lumos charm and nearly sat down on the dirt from the shock of it all. His eyes drank everything in, his mind read every rune, and every script available from wall to wall. Then his eyes met a statue and the eyes startled him, they looked so alive, yet they were set in stone, green eyes bored into him. He felt he was being measured, but in the end the feeling was gone as if it never had been.
Harry looked around him for an exit, or window or door, and found none. There was so much magic from this room, he could feel it as he ran his hands along the walls, brushing the text that surrounded the room. Finally he managed to walk over to the statue and knelt down and read the english inscription
Headmaster Gryffindor, First of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One of four founders.
Harry reached to touch the statue and again he was pulled through stone and passed through walls and floors...He was deposited, unceremoniously on the floor of the headmaster’s office with a loud thunk.
Harry for his part mainly was concerned with the pain now blossoming in his backside from the rather harsh landing. Albus on the other hand sat back with an amused smile playing at his lips.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your drop in, Mr. Potter? The staff meeting is not for another half-hour yet.” Blue eyes twinkled dangerously at Harry.
“Well… now you probably will tell me something else I don’t want to hear. Like I’m Gryffindor’s chosen heir or there is a Hogwarts task I must complete and become the champion for the school, or some nonsense…” Harry grumbled.   Strange things happening to him usually mean an new addition to his identity. And he was bracing for impact.
“Your imagination is quite active my boy…” Albus laughed, “You obviously have something you need to tell me…”
Harry groaned… and sat down, feigning a headache by placing his arm over his eyes… he did not need anymore twinkling.
“I touched a column in the courtyard and got taken to a very dark room, filled with runes, english writing and other strange writing. In the middle was a statue of Gryffindor, stating he was the first headmaster. I thought none of the founders chose that title.” Harry expounded.
“Ahhh… He did not claim that title while his co-founders lived, but he was the longest surviving of all the founders. He took the title for only a few short years before he passed it on to the first ‘known’ headmaster.” Albus added.
Harry took that in, “And the room?”
“What did you read Harry? Surely you know where you went.” Albus prodded.
Harry looked at Albus, the man never just came out and said thing, only leading to conclusions…
“Each wall was inscribed by each of the founders, Godric's wall was written in English, Ravenclaw’s was in ancient runes, Slytherin’s was written in Parseltongue, and Hufflepuff’s was written by house elves in their language.” Harry said, watching Albus’ eye twinkle more and he groaned.
Albus saw the reluctance in Harry… He reached a hand over to the boy and patted his arm.
“Alright… you found the center of Hogwarts, the room where each of the founders centered their power to start the wards for the castle. Nothing big and life changing, my dear boy… the only significance, is now I know who can follow after me…” Albus said, a chuckle playing on his lips.
“Um… sir… Professor McGonagall would be fine, Professor Snape even… There are many other choices other than me…” Harry offered.
“I only said who could… not who will Harry. Others have been found compatible as well. You are a good choice, but not for years to come… There are more than a few years left in these old bones….” Albus said, laughing heartily, “Plus you are not the first staff member to have had such an interesting journey into my office…”
Harry relaxed… So… If he wanted, one day he could… but he did not have to… and others could choose instead of him. Harry almost exploded his joy once again… but stopped it before it slipped past his control.
“Just don’t get your self cursed, sir…” Harry spoke, trying to be flippant, but the hurt in his voice did not seem to slip past that knowing look.
Albus stared at Harry for just a moment, and the slight passage of grieve in those green eyes spoke volumes… He walked over and patted Harry’s shoulder.
“Don’t let the past burden you so, or the future in your case. You could possibly find use of a pensive of your own… they do help you know.” Albus advised.
Harry nodded before departing the office. He could look into that… maybe it could help.
Harry met up with the rest of the professors in the staff room, awaiting the meeting. Harry did not expect anything out of the ordinary, but then again he should have.
Albus stood behind the podium, and Madam Bones was also behind him.
“As you all know, Madam Bones, High Inquisitory for the Ministry, has so graciously devoted her time her to helping Hogwarts increase it’s standard of education. So far the changes have been most agreeable. Today she will discuss one potentially negative impact from her findings… Amelia…”Albus gestured towards the podium.
“Thank you Albus. I have heard much that the Ministry was concerned over. Personally I am rather pleased that most of the allegations have proven false and the student’s seem to be well in hand and are getting properly educated. One course though has been in glaring need of reform for decades…” She looked pointedly at Albus who only shrugged. “Professor Binns is not a valid entity to hold the position of History of Magic. The Ministry and the Board have both expressed the need for a replacement, though it has been most economical, the students are better served by someone who can relate to them and change with the current times. As such, I have found a suitable replacement, at the suggestion of one of your own staff, I would like to offer the application of Trina Bagshot, the great, great niece of Bathilda Bagshot. Her credentials are exceptional, and her brilliance is only outmatched by her Great Aunt.”
She sent copies of the application out to all the staff and Harry smiled, the qualifications were indeed brilliant. Harry made a motion for a question.
“Professor Potter?” She asked.
“All this is well and good, but how do you remove a ghost Professor?” He asked.
Many of the staff chuckled at this question, though not to say it wasn’t valid.
“As we all know, Professor Binns, simply died and kept going. It is my understanding he will continue… to endure…” Her expression was pinched, “So we will merely move the real classes to another room and let the elves take their naps in his classroom…” She explained.
Harry smile, he knew she was intelligent, but even that suggestion would not have passed his mind. The poor elves might actually learn something.
No decision was made then during the staff meeting, as the Board needed the Headmaster’s approval before it handed it’s final decision.
Harry felt exhausted, and rather tired as he left off sharing dinner with his co-workers to spend it in the company of one beautiful and sexy blond. Harry stopped by his office to enter Heidegger into his calendar for classes later in the week. Harry’s heart almost stopped when he saw the date. What kind of person was he to forget...Draco was his world… and it was time he showed him. Harry sent a quick note off to Draco that he would be an hour late for dinner, only an hour.
Wednesday morning brought with it sunshine and daisies… a lot of daisies...Happy flowers that Severus Snape stared at as his eyes opened for the first time that morning. Why were there happy daisies on his nightstand? And where was Sirius?   He knew his first class was not until one on Wednesdays… Each professor had one day a week where they had a light class schedule, so as to assist in other areas as needed. But today, Severus was not needed and he had planned on staying in bed. A rather delicious smell though had him sitting up and starting to get moving. A glance at the mantle made him groan, it was seven thirty...but the smell was sweet and cloying and cinnamon was a favorite smell of his…
Sirius Black waited patiently, very patiently in fact, sending tendrils of the aroma from his cinnamon rolls off in the direction of the bedroom with his wand. The grunts reached his ears and he smiled… The Black bear had awoken… He quickly ensured that all of Severus’ favorites were in order and waited. Severus as impeccable as ever glided into the room, obviously drawn by the smell. He gracefully sat down, delicately took just one roll off the serving tray and began to cut it into small bite size pieces. He reached for his coffee and took a long draw.
“To what do I owe the honor of this meal, and I suppose the daisies…” Severus asked, keeping his voice pleasant, and working hard on keeping the annoyance of being awake from filtering in.
Sirius watched those black eyes rove over to his face, trying but failing to mask his grumpy nature. Sirius stood up and put a hand on Severus’ wrist when he tried to pick up a piece of food for himself with a fork. Sirius then shifted Severus, who said nothing, to sitting parallel with the table and slid into place on the darker man’s lap. Black eyes darted from his to the food and then back. Sirius let a slow smirk fill his face as he reached with his right hand and grasped a piece of cinnamon roll and placed it at the entrance of perfect lips.
Severus parted his lips and was sensuously fed pieces of his favorite food, the cinnamon flavored butter dripping off Sirius’ fingers. He savored licking those fingers, digit by tender digit. His pants were tight and he knew his lover was fully aware as a responding hardness pressed against him. Sirius’ mouth joined in the fun, claiming his lips, licking some of the sweetness from them with the tip of his tongue. Severus’ body was raging, needing to be buried deep inside his lover. But Sirius had other plans it seemed.
“I want you to see and feel some memories...I need this with you… It is my Valentine’s gift to you… a part of me.” Sirius whispered, his breath hot on Severus’ sensitive lips.
Severus reached and let one arm encircle his lover’s waist holding him close, and the other pressed their foreheads together and dropped it to hold on.
“Look at me.” Severus said softly, waiting for grey eyes to meet his own.
Sirius was afraid, but he trusted Severus. He wanted to share this with him, needed him to see the entirety of Sirius and just how deep Severus goes. He opened his eyes and fell into the deepest, darkest and safest eyes the world ever held. He pushed his mind to reveal the journey for his lover just the right way. And brilliantly enough Severus let it happen and unfold for him.
He was excited, he was finally going to Hogwarts, finally getting away from his family. He would prove them all wrong...He bumped into another boy, messy hair and hazel eyes turned on him quickly.
“Hey!” James blasted out…
“Sorry, I didn’t see you.” Sirius apologized.
“S’orright...I’m James… Potter… “ James held out his hand.
“Sirius.”
“Seriously?” James asked a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Sirius laughed, “Seriously Sirius.” and took the proffered hand and shook it.
“So what house are you going for?” James asked as they moved closer to board the train.
“Anything but Slytherin…” He said.
“Why?”
Sirius smiled a sly grin… “Because that’s where me mum would want me...I want to spite her and my father…”
James grinned and patted Sirius on the shoulder, “How about we both try for Gryffindor?”
Sirius was about to speak but was completely cut to the core… he couldn’t breathe… he saw him, the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He barely noted the redheaded girl next to the dark boy who seemed to have caught James’ eye. The dark boy looked up at the words James had uttered, eyes black as cole settled on James...Sirius was screaming inside his head. “LOOK AT ME!”
“So you want to be a Gryffindork?” The cool voice spoke. It slithered up and down Sirius’ skin and called to a part of him that wanted to run to the boy. He couldn’t explain it, there was just so much of himself that wanted to be next to the dark boy.
James had a tongue lashing that seemed short and to barely sting the dark boy’s armor… and then Sirius saw it… the way those dark eyes looked at the girl… with devotion. His heart broke, fell down to his feet like shattered glass.
Sirius sat with his new friend, James clearly happy that Lily had been sorted with them. His eyes drifted to the dark boy, Severus…
His heart broke more…”Slytherin!’ The hat had cried.
James guffawed… and made a joke calling the boy ‘Snivellus’
Memory after memory, played out, every interaction, every time those eyes pierced his soul, branded him for Severus alone. Every argument, Sirius was screaming for Severus’ attention. ‘See Me… ‘ And every time he left his heart that the feet of the darker man and walked away a more hollow man.
The memory twisted some more… the boys were all trying their animagus form out… Sirius had been thinking about Severus when he finally transformed… A Black dog… He was proud, his love would forever be etched on him, through his magic. His friends thought it was funny, he was a Black and his animagus was a black dog… but he knew… Black eyes haunted him day and night… His only pleasure was seeing those eyes at night, alone in his bed… his fantasies played out ...Kneeling before Severus, in awe of the beautiful man.   The sated completion and joy coursed through the memory of one of his teenage wanks.
Girls were throwing themselves at him left and right… but he did not see them… He was apathetic at best. But he would pretend to pay attention when Severus walked by… hoping… yet not even a glare...Sirius was a drowning man.
The putrid stench filled the memory, the cold fingers of fear itched up his back and he used his one happy memory, those eyes… and transformed as he huddled in the corner of his cell...They won’t take it from him… Those memories were MINE… and I am HIS… The coldness lingered for only a moment before passing away again and a sigh left him… until tomorrow, his memories were safe…
His memories twisted once more and the ache in Sirius’ groin was so painful that his body wanted to fall, but he had a job to do… But he was distracted… by Severus… That wand was pushed hard into his throat… and he almost moaned from it in front of Severus, Remus, Peter, Harry, and the two other kids. He had to focus...but he wanted to take what was his….the words stung, they flayed his heart with every sharp edge… his heart lay again at the foot of the man he wanted.
He was in his dog form again, and inside him cracked when he saw Remus go after Severus… His Severus… and he ran hard and plowed into Remus…. He was in the air, and his last sight was of those dark eyes… Then he was running, and Harry was there, and the Dementors had finally found him… helpless ...They were going to take his memory from him…
There was an agony, a pain that occured every time thereafter he saw Severus… a pain that reminded him only that he was alive… but really it was for Harry now… He had ruined Severus and him forever… All those times he had lashed out in jealous pain…
Severus pulled out of Sirius’ mind. Severus was stunned at the journey he had just taken with Sirius.   In some ways he had never really understood Sirius’ desire for him… But laid out for him was everything, Sirius had burned for him for so long… He would not let Sirius fall into that place again. He stared into dove grey eyes dripping with desire and love. He moved his hips, grinding up into his lover and captured the gasp with his mouth. His tongue swept in and fire took over. How could he deny pleasure to his lover… Severus could not bear the clothing they had between them… it was all wrong… and then they were naked against each other…
Sirius was still reeling from his journey, but the heat they created melted him until passion was all that he could focus on. He moved off of Severus’ lap, and knelt down below the dark man. His eyes begging for what he wanted. Potion stained fingers threaded through his hair, guiding him to what he wanted… He opened his mouth, and let the steel melt into him. Everything spicy was his again… Severus was his… He locked on to those black eyes with his own as he moved, letting his tongue slide over smooth firmness, then delving in for a taste of salty nectar… Severus groaned and his hands started grasping….He opened his mouth wider and relaxed, giving over to the bliss of swallowing his addiction over and over. There was pain ever beautiful on his head where the hair was yanked helping him deliver the right rhythm… it was wonderful, his own cock was dripping, pleasure flooded his body as his lover’s breath was ragged and his name slipped off those lips. And then he felt himself yanked up… and his mouth was taken again as he was pushed backwards. His back felt the cool of the floor.
Severus loved watching Sirius take him in his mouth… nothing was sexier than those eyes full of pleasure and his mutt’s mouth full of him… He stroked in and out of Sirius’ volcanic mouth, that tongue driving him so close that his own voice dripped his lover’s name constantly. But he wanted more… and he would love his mutt as best as he could.. and so he watched his lover fall onto floor gracefully when he pushed…. Splayed out before him was so much pale flesh, some covered in intricate tattoos that excited him even more… he moved and picked up Sirius’ legs and draped them over his shoulder…. He had learned one thing from those memories that drove to his core… He would never break Sirius’ heart if he could help it…
“Please…” Sirius begged, needing to be filled and taken to ecstasy and back.
He was filled… in one stroke his eyes saw colors… and then Severus was leaning in and kissing him again… it was sweet and loving… gentle even… He was held, and kissed until he saw white, their bodies encased his member, and it was stroked and squeezed between them as Severus moved in him… and when Severus spoke to him, he melted…losing himself in his lover’s embrace.
Severus wanted tenderness, today… He leaned down and gathered Sirius in his arms, pulling their bodies close, as he stroke into the heated passage of his lover… He plundered the sweet mouth that offered such freedom… and he could not resist claiming that throat… it was one of his favorite spots… he suckled like a thirsty man trying to get the last drop of water. Sirius mewled his pleasure… He increased his speed, his release roaring through his bloodstream… “Cum for me Sirius…” He whispered as his own release flowed into his lover and the reciprocating response was beautiful as his lover arched under him, all his beautiful lines showcased just for him.
“Happy Valentine’s Severus…” Sirius said weakly…
“Mmm…” Severus replied as he grunted to get them up off the floor… and back to where they belonged… bed.
Harry was nervous… After his classes were done… he had gone to get Draco… Harry met Draco in their rooms with a smile on his face.
“Where are we going?” Draco inquired. There was barely contained excitement coursing through him.
“You will see… but first you have to brave the Halls of Hogwarts with me. Up for it?” Harry looked at Draco, wanting to gauge his love’s reaction.
Draco tensed, but looked at him with a firm smile and nodded.
Harry walked them to the portrait hole to their rooms and wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist.
“Lets fly so we see as little of everyone as possible.” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear absorbing the delicious shiver.
Harry turned them just slightly and then they were in the air, flowing high, close to the ceiling and then diving down for the main entrance hall, a few squeals of surprise met their ears. Harry ignored every noise and kept pushing his body to go faster and soon they were barely discernable, the trail of smoke now just a brief mist. Finally they were outside, the rush of cool air hit them like a lead balloon, slowing Harry’s speed. He wordlessly cast a warming charm for them both as he started his descent to the one spot he was sure would be perfect for tonight.
Their feet touched cold hard ground, and their breaths were like a warm fog in the cold air. Harry walked and surveyed the spot, it was just as he remembered. He was about to create a new happy memory here, and hopefully balance out the dark one. He stared out at the small pond and remembered… This was where Sirius almost died, and where he cast his patronus for the first time. He smiled when he remembered how he thought it was his dad, but it really was him… Even he got himself confused sometimes.
“Where are you?” Draco whispered the question as he wrapped his arms around Harry. He had seen the faraway look, hoping this place was not a bad memory.
Harry turned and captured silver eyes with his own.   He bent his head to capture irresistible lips briefly...Soft and wonderful…
“This is a place where tonight, I am going to show you how much you mean to me.” Harry offered breaking the kiss… He turned and cast a few wards, letting them bloom out from them to cover the entire clearing and the edges of the water on all sides. He then transfigured some of the ground into a beautiful blanket, that looked soft and inviting. Then he cast a few warming charms to increase the temperature inside their bubble.
“Lay down.” Harry instructed.
Draco’s eyebrow went up, but he acquiesced and gracefully painted himself onto the blanket, letting his arms fall about his head.
Harry watched the display, clearly meant to tease, and smiled. He pulled what looked to be a parchment out of his robes and sat down next to Draco.
“Place your wand here and say your name.” Harry instructed pointing to the top left of the parchment.
Draco propped himself up and then did as he was bid, saying his name clearly. Wondering just what Harry was doing with a blank parchment.
When his name left his lips, the parchment glowed silver and an outline began to appear in the middle of it. The outline traced a circle around the paper and a large tree formed inside the circle, the branches extending out into an intricate pattern that laced around the entire circle until the patterns linked to the roots of the tree.
Harry tipped his wand to the bottom right corner and spoke his name. The silver glowed brighter and then darkened until the tree image was black.
Harry smiled then pulled a small packet from his robes and opened it… He let the dusting fall and cover the image in a dark red color. He whispered the incantation termino vecto three times until the dusting settled into the black image, making it shine with a red hue.
Harry turned it over and then back examining it for cracks or holes, but found none. He was satisfied.
“This is a Travel inhibitor tattoo..” Harry explained, “It will not allow anyone to take you against your will anywhere.   The only one that can travel with you without your explicit consent is me. I added that for emergencies only…”
Draco’s eyes started to water at the implications…
“How is that even possible?” Draco asked, his voice shaky with emotions.
“Acromantula blood ink and powder. With the anti-apparition wards, paired with the Acromantula blood, the charms extend to any type of travel, flying and flooing as well.” Harry explained.
“And how did you acquire such a rare ingredient?” Draco asked hesitantly.
“I spent an hour convincing one to donate yesterday…” Harry said.
Draco looked shocked.
“Aragog, Hagrid’s friend is an Acromantula. He was sick, and would have died later this year, but the price for the cure was a sample of his blood for use as ink and powder.” Harry tried to keep his tone even, he didn’t want Draco to know all the particulars just yet.   It was part of his plan, and if things went well, everything would be in place for the spectacular display he had planned.
Draco laid back…shivered then looked back to Harry. “Where are you going to put it? and will it hurt?” He had never had a tattoo… and well he did not like the idea of pain.
Harry’s smile stole his breath. Brilliant green eyes held his captive as lips descended down to his own. He relaxed, and let the heat of the moment wash over him, worries melted away...The kiss was wonderful, sweet flavors caressed his tongue, and his mind spun as if he were on a dizzy spin. The flavors filling him as Harry’s licked the roof of his mouth, sank deeper, and he arched up needing contact against Harry, but none was given.
Harry pulled away smiling...Draco looked so sexy...he unbuttoned Draco’s blue button down shirt and pulled it out of dark trousers. He revealed so much pale flesh that he almost could not control his own want. He pulled down just a corner of Draco’s trousers revealing the perfect indent where abdomen met hips… He bent his head and blew on the sensitive flesh.
“Here…” Harry whispered...He closed his eyes and called forth the growth he needed, and the power from within… It flowed over him and into his mouth, when his tongue touched Draco’s skin, white hot heat struck the blond from the outside and seeped into his body… He cried out with pleasure. Harry let his mouth seal the area, coating it with his saliva, infused with the numbing mint from the earth and the power of comfort he had called. For Draco, there would only be pleasure in the application… Harry would have nothing less… Draco was breathing ragged, silver eyes dilated with pleasure, begging for more… Harry leaned back and let his wand trace the circle from the parchment onto Draco’s hip, heat filled the area, warm but not burning. He chanted the permanent ink charm and the image lifted off of the parchment and fitted itself into the circle on Draco’s hip… Harry bent down and sealed it onto the skin he loved so much with his mouth, bringing more groans from his lover.
Draco waited for some type of pain, but the kiss seemed to have filled him with pleasure, and then Harry’s mouth on him ignited so much more. He was writhing under Harry’s lapping tongue, the intensity made him see stars… and when Harry looked at him, he saw only the two of them locked together in passion. Watching Harry place the tattoo was agonizing, his body was heated, and craving pleasure… he groaned more when Harry used his mouth expertly on his sensitive flesh to seal the image to his skin… He felt the warmth and the spread of the magic through his body, and anchor to his magic and finally settle.   He was needing so much more when Harry stopped he cried out… Harry’s calming hand stroked his hair and soothed him, letting his body settle to a slow burn.
Harry stood up and looked around… He would make this place perfect for them… He knelt at the edge of the icy lake and let his hands sink under the frosty depths into the earth under it. He closed his eyes and pushed his will into the earth, calling to his power as the son of the earth… He pushed his vision of what he saw and infused his magic with the heartbeat of the earth.
Draco watched with hooded eyes as he sat up, watching his lover bend over and then magic happened. It was soft and beautiful. He could feel the magic of the earth surrounding them. A large pillar of rock rose from under the water and broke near the top, allowing steaming water to flow into a cascade down into the frigid water… steam rising instantly….a soft glow under the water started, and then steam rose from the entire pool. Bright green spring grass sprung up around them, followed by a dotting of flowers nestled among the grass… A buzzing noise caught his attention and he turned to see an entire swarm of fireflies… They rose higher and then spread out… Many of them getting caught in webbing that was invisible… But the effect was amazing, it was like stars scattered just for him. The steam flowed around and created a fog. The entire scene was serenity and magic. Harry lifted from his stance and walked over to him.
Harry watched Draco’s face, in the reclined position, pale hair fell about his lover. There would never be a sexier man, nor more breathtaking.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” Harry said, offering his hand to Draco.
“Ahhh… that explains it now… I had forgotten the days…” Draco said almost sheepishly.
Harry pulled the blond to him, and kissed him senseless.   When he pulled back he stepped backwards just a bit, but did not let go of Draco’s hand. He whispered a quick spell and could not look away from the ethereal beauty of his lover nude. The soft glow around them seemed to highlight the perfect skin, and the shadows made Harry want to find each inch and cover his lover with his kisses. Draco smirked at Harry before letting go and walking gracefully into the pond. He walked until he was in the steamy water up to his waist… Harry watched mischief play over his lover’s face as a finger crooked at him.. Harry walked towards his Savior…
Draco loved the feeling of the warm water against his skin… but he did not want to enjoy it alone… There were more pleasurable things to do… He smiled when Harry started towards him. He lowered himself into the water, and let his head fall back.
Draco’s head broke the top of the water, steam pouring off his head. Harry was mesmerized by the sight of pale skin gleaming with water drops and steam. Emerald fire blazed as his fingertips brushed water off of pink lips. The flesh catching against his skin, soft and perfect. There was nothing between them now but water and a fog of steam. His hands skimmed the curve of Draco’s shoulder, the slik of skin mixed with the warmth of the water brought an ache to his groin. He stepped closer in the water, eyes still holding silver orbs. The intensity of looking in the soul of love, made him feel like he was touching his eternity. The magic of passion drawing them so close that when they touched, their bodies melted against each other, every groove matching every plane. Lips touching in a gentle fragile way. Harry closed his eyes, tears forming at the pure beauty of it all. It was a slow sipping of lips, as he pulled one lip at a time into his mouth to ghost his tongue against. Each breath laced with addictive scents, pure Draco drugging his senses. Moist lips were tempting him for more as a soft moan escaped them.   Harry tipped Draco’s head back and started their ascent towards passion.
Draco was caught by an unseen force pulling inside him. Every cell in his body pulled him closer to Harry, his dark angel.. He fell into those pools of emerald, Harry was the only thing that mattered. Soft strokes against his lips sent soft fingers of heat wrapping around his body. And then each stroke of Harry’s hands against him, warm and safe, nothing was more powerful in that moment. There was no stopping the need for closeness, the ever present compulsion to become one brought their heated bodies together… They fit, he was always amazed that every dip and curve of Harry was made for just him. He gave himself up to the slow burn of Harry’s lips. His breath was not his own, and Harry was given every moan…. His life and his breath was this mighty man, dark yet so gentle. He was brought up in the water, and he wrapped his legs around Harry… His was a total trust, he could not open his eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed him in their unbroken kiss. Harry’s hands made him feel so fragile, yet so exquisite…
Harry loved tasting Draco, his tongue and mouth were sweet and loving… He wanted Draco to be overwhelmed in his senses just like he was. He groaned as he lifted his lover against him, their bodies flowing together in harmony. Harry broke the kiss to whisper the spell to stretch Draco. His mouth watering as he took in the sight, Draco’s pale hair wet and wild flowing down his pale back. Pale flesh exposed as Draco let his head fall back, and Harry took advantage latching on to that spot just above the shoulders… He let his tongue trace the grooves of tendon and vein, his body growing harder from the vibrations of Draco’s hisses and mewling.   Harry stroked his way to Draco’s ear…
sweet lover...I cant get enough of your taste…
Draco shivered, delivering all sorts of delicious sensations throughout his body. Harry’s parseltongue burned from his ears to his cock…
“Please…” Draco let the single word fall as another stroke of Harry’s tongue made it almost impossible to get air in his lungs.
When Harry entered him it was slow, and burning with pleasure. Heat surrounded them, passion inflamed them and love drove them on. Draco moved as best as he could in the heated water, using his legs to push out and pull himself back onto Harry matching his thrusts. He needed to be connected even more, wanting to crawl inside Harry and meld together with him… His lips searched for purchase against hard muscle, and then journeyed up a spicy neck, until he met willing lips once more.   They kissed, breathed in each other’s soul, moved together like waves crashing. Draco felt as if they were steaming the water, his body so hot against Harry…
Harry wanted to wait, loving the feel of Draco against him.. the softness of Draco was perfection. The texture of Draco’s skin against his tongue brought more steely hardness to his member… The plea rolled over him like hot wax and he could not deny his lover. He raised Draco above him and then slid home, heaven surrounding him.   Draco moved as he moved and the increased friction was explosive, but he held on wanting to let his lover fall apart in his arms. Then Draco’s mouth found him… He tried to hold his breath to stop his release… The rapture of Draco’s mouth on his was brilliant and perfect… Harry pushed harder into Draco, and they were in the frenzy of passion now.   And like a volcano they erupted together, their screams of release were captured in each other’s mouth. Their moves calmed, the waves inside them turned to ripples and then a warm sated blanket fell over them.
“I love you…” Harry whispered as he brought them to the shore…
“I know...And I love you.” Draco said, letting his eyes speak of his conviction.
They lay there, looking up at the lights displayed for them. Draco’s head resting on Harry’s chest, one pale leg in stark contrast wrapped around a darker one.
Far away from Hogwarts, in a small cottage in the middle of a forest in Yorkshire, Remus Lupin paced the living room. He hated waiting, and most of all he was disgusted with himself. He had lived his life trying to run away from what he was…
He was a wanderer, guided only by beacons of light that were his friends. Over the years he had wavered, no one to help him find a home. He had let the loneliness become his company, and define him. Now he had rejected the one who would be his forever beacon, and could always bring him home.
For the first time, he felt he needed to really embrace it. He would no longer hide, no longer fear what other’s said. He was a werewolf, but he was most importantly Remus Lupin. A man with much to offer. He was an excellent teacher, great with charms and healing. He could duel very well… Harry had helped him, and now he awaited the one person he hoped he would not fail again.
The floo came to life and his breath caught. She was just as beautiful as ever. Her eyes were filled with hope and sorrow. His lungs clenched tight, and her eyes shone bright for him… She was his beacon, his light.
“Remus… you said we should talk. So?” She spoke and his body reacted as it always had.
“No… I said I have something I need to say.” Remus corrected, watching her eyebrows go up and her hair went from pink to dark brown a sign she was worried. He prayed for strength and wisdom… He could not let her go.
He let his green eyes stare into her currently bright blue ones. He took a deep breath and then let it out.
“I love you Nymphadora Tonks,” He saw hope and trepidation enter her eyes, “I have been wrong to keep you away, and to view myself with so little confidence.”
He moved closer to her then, and then dropped to one knee.
“Marry me, with all my faults and failings?” Remus held out a small ring box, that did not contain a very large diamond. It was a slender silver ring with an opal. The many colors swirled over it’s surface. He had chosen it because it reminded him of her beauty, ever changing but always beautiful.
“Marry me and let us find out the answers to all my fears together. I promise you years of love, years of ups and down. But most of all I promise to stay, even when you try to push me away when you get tired of me, I will not leave.” Remus let the tears fall as he spoke.
Tonks couldn’t breathe. She expected to have a final rejection, an ultimatum or something...This was too much, tears fell helplessly from her eyes. The ache in her chest seemed to fix itself and she fell to her knees in front of Remus. She grabbed the man’s beloved face and started to kiss everywhere… His eyes, his lips, his nose, his scars… everything was beloved by her. When she met his lips finally, she held on with everything in her, afraid he would disappear in her arms.
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