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Veela Mates	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8256 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter three

When they all trooped back into the Burrow an hour later they found not only Raine and Alion waiting but Mrs Weasley, Dumbledore and Remus. Raine and Alion while looking excited were also clearly fuming with anger as they approaching Lucien and Harry first. Harry tightened his grip around Lucien's waist and quickly manoeuvred him in front of him so that Raine and Alion were blocking Lucien from view. A quick glance back had Ron, Ginny and Hermione smoothly stepping into place around them.

"Did you…"

"Please tell me that you have not signed a courting contract Harry," Mrs Weasley interrupted Alion causing the small group to scowl as Harry's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Oh for Merlin's sake make sure Lucien stays with him, I'm not fishing glass out my hair. Again," Ginny groaned lowly.

"For one it is none of your concern who or when I choose to bond, and secondly I would warn you to watch how you plan to speak about my intended," Harry said lowly even as Lucien slipped his smaller hand into Harry's and squeezed it gently. Harry gripped back making sure not to squeeze the smaller hand too tightly, enough to take reassurance and to give some back.

"Harry you are too young!" Mrs Weasley tried but blanched slightly at Harry's glare.

"But not too young to bond with Ginny right," He snapped. His attention was pulled onto Remus and he narrowed his eyes tugging Lucien closer to his body as the werewolf approached them.

"Hello, I'm Remus Lupin, Harry's kind of godfather, it's a pleasure to meet you Lucien," Remus gave his warm and friendly smile as he held his hand out to Lucien who glanced at Harry nervously before looking back to Remus.

"Eet ees nice to meet you to," Lucien slipped his hand into Remus's and shook it.

"Oh Lucien! Eet ees beautiful, your courting gift?" Raine gasped catching sight of the ring on Lucien's finger.

"Oui," Lucien smiled up at Harry while Remus tugged the surprised teen into a tight hug.

"Congratulations cub, you deserve to be happy," Remus said softly.

"You're ok with this Remy?" Harry asked nervously pulling back enough so that he could see amber eyes.

"Is this what you want?" Remus asked instead of answering.

"Yes, I want to be with Lucien, to bond with him," Harry nodded firmly.

"Then I am ok with this, whatever makes you happy, whatever you choose, I will always support you cub, and so would Sirius and your parents," Remus smiled.

"Thank you Remy," Harry sighed before clearly shocking the werewolf by tugging him into another hug.

"Remus how could you agree to this? Harry is much too young to be making choices like this!" Dumbledore frowned.

"But he wasn't to young to take down V…V…Voldemort? And besides that Lily and James were a year younger than Harry when they signed their courting contract," Remus snorted.

"They were sixteen when they signed their contract?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yup, after James finally got Lily to agree to go on a date with him they signed their contract two months later. Its kind of a Potter tradition to bond young. Your grandfather met your grandmother in their second year, they dated until they were fifteen when they were allowed to sign the contract, they were bonded by sixteen," Remus chuckled. "Me and Sirius had a bet going at what age you would sign your contract,"

"A bet? I'm surrounded by gamblers," Harry sighed getting a giggle from Lucien.

"Your contract?" Remus asked with a grin.

"'Ere," Lucien held out the contract. Remus took it and tapped it three times with his wand before murmuring a spell as he ran his wand down the length of the contract. They all watched as Crystal seemed to flow from the tip of Remus's wand and crept all the way out to the edges of the contract sealing it inside a beautiful frame. "Zank you,"

"Its beautiful Remus," Harry gasped.

"I can't really afford a proper present, I'm afraid this is the best I can do. Its completely unbreakable, the contract will stay in there forever now," Remus smiled.

"Eet ees a wonderful gift," Alion said clapping Remus on the shoulder.

"This is ridiculous! Harry's not gay! That…that brat has done something to him!" Mrs Weasley hissed pointing at Lucien. Seeing Harry's eyes narrowing Hermione, Ron and Ginny all ducked slightly and covered their heads.

"I can assure you I am very much gay, and that Lucien has done nothing to me. Veela do not affect me, even the imperio cannot control my mind so any weaker spells wouldn't work and Lucien and I hadn't been around each other long enough for him to use a potion on me," Harry listed coldly. "And will you lot stand up!" he added glaring at his friends.

"Nothing exploded yet, we may stay here for a little bit," Ron mumbled.

"I'm not going to explode anything," Harry rolled his eyes.

"You sure? Cause it takes forever to get glass and debris out of my hair," Hermione asked.

"I'm sure. Geez you blow a few windows out twice and suddenly your best friends turn on you," Harry grumbled.

"Four times," the three corrected at the same time.

"I was really angry at the time, I don't just explode," Harry assured Lucien and Alion and Raine.

"That is true, he does just tend to brood, but he had been pushed too far those times," Ron nodded poking his head cautiously from out his arms. Yelping he glared at Harry when he used the excuse to whack Ron over the head. "You and Hermione are so violent," he whined.

"Hey," Hermione whacked his arm.

"See, this is…this is domestic violence!" Ron grumbled.

"Ron for it to be domestic violence we would have to be going out," Harry raised an eyebrow at the redhead.

"Henri, iz zere something you need to tell me?" Lucien hid a grin as he looked at Harry.

"There's lots I want to tell you, but my best friend and I is not one of them," Harry grinned down at him.

"Ah, zat iz a relief. Carry on," Lucien snickered. Alion and Raine exchanged pleased looks before looking back to where Ron, Harry and Hermione were now having an amusing play squabble. Lucien very rarely was comfortable or confident enough to make jokes or be playful around anyone but his cousins and them. He was quiet around people that he didn't really know, and normally in a situation like this, where there were openly hostile people he would normally be silent. But standing next to Harry, their hands joined Lucien seemed to be absorbed some form of comfort and strength that they had never been able to provide, just as it appeared Harry was absorbing calm and peace from Lucien.

"Lucien would be in danger Harry, you have to think responsibly about this, V…Voldemort might be gone but his followers are still out there and looking for revenge, I'm sorry to say that anyone you are with would be in danger," Mrs Weasley tried looking sadly at Harry.

"Not likely, look at them, the boy wouldn't let one hair on that golden head be touched," Mad Eye snorted as he thumped into the room. Harry grinned at the man while Lucien, Alion, Raine and Gabriella stared at him wide eyed.

"Thanks Mad Eye. Mad Eye this is Lucien, Lucien this is Alastor Moody, or Mad Eye Moody as everyone calls him," Harry made the introductions. "He was one of my trainers through the war,"

"Nice to meet you lad. Gone for a good looking one hey Potter! And Kingsley owes me forty galleons," Mad Eye grinned rubbing his hands together.

"Forty Galleons? Why?" Harry frowned while Lucien blushed at the good looking comment.

"Twenty that you would have signed your contract before you were eighteen, and twenty that it would be a bloke," Mad Eye snickered his eye going haywire.

"Henri, all your friends zeem to have a gambling problem, non?" Lucien blinked.

"That and they seem to like betting on my life," Harry said slightly bemused.

"Your always doing unexpected things, and…"

"Completely mad decisions so it makes…"

"It fun for us to bet on…"

"Because anyone could win," Fred and George chorused stepping up beside Moody. "Congratulations,"

"Are there any other bets going around about me that I should know about?" Harry asked.

"Erm, well there is the date of marriage one filling up nicely now,"

"First born likely to be a boy or girl,"

"When you are actually going to hex Snape, no matter that you're getting on now,"

"How many times you'll lose your temper and shout at someone in a year, that's been going yearly since second year,"

"By which point after each adventure that you're likely to run off and do something stupid,"

"When you're going to snap and lock Hermione and Ron in a room together,"

"How many detentions in a year you're going to get with Snape, also a yearly one, this one since first year,"

"How many times you are going to get caught out of bed and sneaking around the castle,"

"When you are going to…"

"Alright, alright! Geez I'm sorry I asked, and you guys all have way too much time on your hands!" Harry interrupted the twins list. Though Hermione and Ron were both tomato red and refusing to look at each other. Lucien was snickering away causing Harry to scowl at him. "You're supposed to be on my side," He said tugging the ends of Lucien's ponytail. Raine, Alion and Fleur all tensed worried about how Lucien would react to this, but to their shock he just started chuckling harder, stretching on his toes to kiss Harry's cheek.

"Desole Henri, of course I am on your side," Lucien grinned.

"Ah the one who has stolen…"

"Our little Harry's heart," Fred and George grinned stepping forwards as one.

"Stop!" Harry commanded raising his hand and stopping the twins in place. "Raise hands," the twins grinning did as they were told. "Spin slowly," the others watched in amusement as the twins shuffled in a circle with their hands in the air. "You can approach," Harry said imperiously.

"Constant vigilance, I taught you well lad," Moody clapped Harry on the shoulder.

"Your lack of trust in…"

"Us hurts deeply!" The twins pouted.

"I'm not letting you near Lucien without being checked. Any sweets, drinks or generally anything they offer you refuse, but especially to food!" Harry warned Lucien who was blushing slightly at the protective words.

"Yo Harry heard you were causing another fuss," Charlie wandered in from upstairs. "Congratulations, congratulations Lucien," Charlie grinned shaking their hands.

"You can't be agreeing with this! All of you!" Mrs Weasley gawped looking at the group.

"Eet ees none of your business what 'Arry does! Who 'e chooses is 'is choice!" Raine scowled at Mrs Weasley crossing her arms as the two women squared off.

"Mrs Weasley I care for you a lot, and you and all the other Weasleys are family. However you are not my mother, and I haven't had a parent since I was a year old, I don't need to be treated like a child now. Lucien is my choice, and one that is not going to change no matter who or what is said. You can either accept that or you don't, but its not going to change anything," Harry said firmly squeezing Lucien's hand comfortingly. Mrs Weasley stood staring at Harry completely stunned. No one, especially not someone that she considered one of her children had ever spoken to her like that. Equally Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Bill and Charlie were staring stunned at Harry.

"Albus! Tell him! He can't do this! This is ridiculous," Mrs Weasley turned to Albus clearly looking for help.

Cautiously Harry also looked at the Headmaster. Things between them had been tense since the end of his fifth year after Sirius died. While Dumbledore had explained the reasoning behind his decisions and he had explained to Harry the mistakes he had made had been because he cared too much about Harry, Harry was finding it difficult to forgive and forget, Dumbledore had made too many mistakes, he had made too many decisions for Harry that had affected his life in dramatic ways.

Placing him with the Dursleys and not checking up on him. Basically allowing him his confrontations with Voldemort each year and starting to turn him into some sort of weapon. Making him compete in the Triwizard tournament which Harry had highly strong suspicions that he did not have to compete in that tournament. Sending him back to the Dursleys when he had just been kidnapped, watching Cedric being killed, watching his parents murderer come back before being tortured by a group of adults and forced to duel Voldemort, seeing his parents shadows, being taken by Crouch jr and nearly killed again, finding out the man that he had trusted all year, that he had leant and relied upon had been a Death Eater guiding him to the end, and after all that he was sent back with no contact, no support and no news of what was going on. And then Dumbledore had spent the entire year ignoring him, not telling him what was going on, not explaining to him, because he had made the choice for Harry, making him have occulamency lessons with Severus when they were still at each others throats would never have worked. And then despite of everything, after watching Sirius die, partly for other reasons but partly because he just didn't have the information, he had once again been sent back to the Dursleys. And then the final straw in the gap between them had been Dumbledore informing him that he was the Lord of two Houses at the beginning of his Sixth year.

He had found out that not only was he in charge of two of the oldest Wizarding Houses in the Wizarding world but he had a whole lot to learn about being a Lord and what his duties entailed, while he was training with Moody, Kingsley, Tonks and Remus to take down Voldemort. He had researched and learnt everything he could about being a Lord, his properties, business, how to control his business, people that worked under him, employees, managers, everything that he owned. Hermione had helped him through it, she had helped him figure things out, learn to control things, but it was one last added stress that he could have done without, that he could have been learning from a younger age and been completely ready to take over when he turned seventeen.

Harry couldn't trust Dumbledore anymore, and he had lost the unending respect that he had once possessed for the Headmaster. There was affection there, and yes Harry hoped in some way that their relationship would be repairable, he did not want to lose the man that he had come to think of as a grandfather completely, but it all rested on this moment.

Albus looked from the furious and irate redheaded woman to the young man, that despite all Albus's faults and bad decisions had grown into a fine and brilliant young man, while still being modest and down to earth. Albus would in some way like to be able to claim to have had some influence on who Harry had turned out to be, but he knew that in reality it was Harry strong heart and soul, and the unending kindness and ability to love and forgive that had made the man standing before him today. He just hoped that he had time to repair the damage that he had made and that Harry's forgiveness would be granted on himself so that he could try and make right some of the wounds he had inflicted, completely unknowingly and unintentionally on one of the two people that he loved more than anyone else in this world.

And he looked to the young boy standing at Harry's side, clearly where he belonged. Harry's fingers wrapped tightly around his smaller hand as he gazed at Albus with betrayed, cautious and yet such hurt eyes, Lucien was running his thumb over Harry's knuckles in a soothing, tender motion that Albus did not think he was even aware of doing. The teen was clearly shy, vulnerable and had suffered in ways that Albus truly did not want to imagine, yet he had a strength to him and a love that Albus knew Harry needed. He would stand by Harry's side and prop him up when he needed it, be there when Harry needed to unconditional, pure love that he had been denied from such a young age. In those icy blue eyes that were contrarily filled with warmth and gentleness, in those eyes Albus saw a future and happiness for Harry.

"I can't tell him its ridiculous when it has the potential to make him happy. Congratulations my boy, Lucien. I wish you a long and happy future together," Albus smiled stepping forwards unsurely.

"Your not going to argue with me over this?" Harry asked, the shock in his voice hurting Albus a little.

"No my boy, as you pointed out this is your choice. And if there is one thing that I trust most in it your heart to know the right choice. As long as you are happy you have my support, I will of course get you a courting gift when I can," Albus said honestly.

"I…thank you," Harry smiled hesitantly as Lucien stepped closer to him, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist in a hug.

"Zank you 'Eadmaster, your words and support are much appreciated," Lucien said politely feeling the turmoil in his intended.

"I hear that you are conducting the ceremony in the official ways on Saturday?" Albus asked hoping to make some work here. Again he felt a bolt of pain when Harry visibly tensed, along with the Hermione, Ron and Ginny.

"Yes, Bill and Fleur want to have it held in the old ways," Harry answered tensely eyeing Albus closely as he slipped his own arm around Lucien resting his hand on the base of his back.

"I believe that in my personal collection I have a very old book with the ceremony written up in, it was the book that was used in Lady Ravenclaw's marriage," Albus offered.

"Albus…" Mrs Weasley seemed to pull herself back together to try and protest. "You can not agree with this pureblood supremacy!"

"It is all down to personal choices Molly, and it is not supremacy but a belief system. I myself still follow the old ways," Albus frowned at Mrs Weasley who went back to gawping, along with everyone else in the room besides Moody. "Huh, people don't really know,"

"You follow the Old Ways?" Harry spluttered out shocked.

"Yes. I have my whole life, my father taught it to me, my mother carried it on. I don't publicise it simply because it is no ones business but I have never made any moves to hide it either," Albus shrugged.

"Zen you would 'av performed ze ceremony?" Raine glared at Mrs Weasley.

"Of course I would have, even if I did not practice I would have performed it for you if you had no one else to do it. But it will be stronger performed by someone who is a close friend rather than someone you know more distantly. I do look forward to seeing it though, it has been much too long since I have been to a proper bonding ceremony. It is exciting, a courting contract and a proper bonding ceremony all within a week. Have you your cup and basin picked out?" he asked eagerly.

"Oui, we picked zese ones," Fleur held out the crystal cup they had picked out which Albus took with reverence.

"These are old, they hold a lot of magic…and have seen many blessings. These were a wonderful choice, they will see you well into the start of your future. And if I am right I believe that your grandparents used them in their bonding Harry," Albus told them handing the cup back.

"Remus said that they courted and bonded young?" Harry asked curiously. Albus felt his heart lift at this chance, this small offering Harry was giving him.

"Oh yes, your great grandparents had many migraines with them, especially Charlus's parents. The Potters wanted Charlus to wait until he was at least 21 before he chose to bond, they were unhappy enough that he and Dorea signed their courting contract at fifteen. Charlus and Dorea had their bonding planned, organised and set and then they told their parents that they were going to be bonded and gave them their invitations. The Blacks and Potters were both horrified of course, but there was nothing that they could do, Charlus and Dorea made it clear that they were being bonded and their parents could be there or not," Albus chuckled.

"That sounds familiar," Hermione snickered eyeing Harry and Lucien.

"Hey!" Harry huffed.

"It is true, Potters and Blacks are both known for following their hearts and bonding to their mates young. You my boy are no different than the rest of your family," Albus smiled at Harry and Lucien, who despite the fact the tension and threat had faded Lucien and Harry were still standing pressed and wrapped around each other comfortably.

"I zink we 'av anozer one zat might be making bets on you Henri," Lucien snickered.
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