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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80944 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

Chapter 29- Memorial of Alvin Drystan Wood

It was a sombre Charlie who retrieved Fred at Lunch and Sophronia insisted on accompanying them.

“Percy’s my cousin and soon to be brother. It wouldn’t be right for me not to attend.”

Draco nodded sipping his juice, “She’s right. Better take her.”

Charlie realized that Draco’s words had wisdom, “I’m already properly dressed. Your robes were sent to Weasley Hall I’m sure.”

George was supposed to meet them at Weasley Hall. With Viktor who had mostly likely insisted it would be bad form not to attend.

Sophronia was, as Angelina guessed quite fond of dark clothes, but she was worried about not having a proper outfit.

Angelina came over with a black dress over her arm, “It’s a bit big but I’m sure I can fix it. We’ve got time to dress at the Hall if Lady Weasley has no objection.”

Charlie mouthed a thank you to his apparent future sister by Bonding to be, “I’m sure Grandmother will be more then obliging. “

“I do hope I meet her approval.” Angelina said a shade nervous.

“Nonsense you make me mind and settle down from my riotous playboy ways. She’s say good for you, nothing good can come of dramatic romancing of young ladies. Best to settle down with a woman you respect. You’ll keep me in line I’m sure,” Fred chuckled kissing her cheek.

Angelina flushed shoving him away, “Frederick! Behave.”

“You think it will bother your fathers if we used their food?” Charlie asked politely.

Draco shook his head, “Papa won’t mind. He understands Percy’s despair more then most I expect. Not that I have all the details of course. He’ll be glad to help in any way he can.”

Charlie nodded, herding his brother and soon to be sisters away.

XoooooX

Percy was highly emotional now that the day for his lost baby’s memorial was here. He’d slept ill once more last night. He was paler then usual with dark circles under his eyes…

Oliver had insisted he’d be more comfortable at Weasley Hall and Lady Cedrella had agreed. They’d spent the night in the family quarters but not the nursery where Percy might have stayed as a child. Though not Bonded or officially engaged Lady Cedrella had allowed them to share a bed as though she knew that he was important to her grandson putting this terrible thing behind him.

Percy glanced at himself in a looking glass; he saw his pointy nose, his red eyes and pale face. He looked away, how could Oliver stand too look at him? He looked haunted; gone was his carefree self from when they’d been young and in love, ignorant of the pitfalls and cruelties of the world.

Oliver turned him to face him, lifting his chin and kissing him soundly, “None of that. Brooding doesn’t suit you. I’m going to make it my duty to make you smile. Alvin won’t be our only child. I love you too much not to see you happy. Odd I’m sure some might find it but seeing you round with child is something I’ve often fantasized about.” Besides magic wizards were sometimes able to conceive without potions.

Witches who favoured Intimate relationships with other witches had a more…difficult time with conception. Some chose to adopt because it easily since usually conception required one witch to use a gender-switching spell –which could as in the case of all Human Transfiguration go awry. Not all witches who preferred their own felt comfortable with having sex with a man even with their lover in the guise of a man. Although there was the option so he’d heard of a wizard relation donating their essence, which was cast into the witch’s womb when a Healer claimed, they were at their most fertile. Either way he felt sorry for them, wizards conceived differently. Something that Muggleborns or Muggle-raised would find hard to understand, when he’d been thirteen his father Oberon had found it difficult to broach the subject of sex with him and handed him a book, ‘A Wizard’s guide to sex’. Which had helped a great deal, it told him that it was just as normal for a wizard to fancy another wizard as it was to fancy a witch.

It explain to a wizard that wizards with magical creature blood in their ancestry were more likely to have children naturally then one with pure human ancestry. The how was not fully understood. It was said that when a wizard’s penis grew and their bollocks dropped in puberty that they also retained through some quirk the womb of a witch. Apparently female was the default for all children in womb, how Healers discovered this Oliver didn’t wish to know, since it was quite unnerving. Whatever made this default form become male wasn’t as complete as should be in some wizards, no one was sure if it was in all. Magic could be a bit separate from the witch or wizard that hosted it. Magic managed to blend in some manner the essences of two wizards into something that could conceive or perhaps, the ‘womb’ which only prepared itself when the wizard who was ‘Keeper’ was truly fertile and blended it with an egg that didn’t release like that of a witch in a cycle. However it worked, knowing Percy conceived once he’d no doubt conceive again. If the abortion hadn’t scarred his womb in any way. He’d been too embarrassed to ask Percy if he’d been examined. The abortion hadn’t included an attack on his fertility or he hadn’t heard. He kissed Percy again, more intently, his hand resting on Percy’s flat stomach. “It’s sad, it was cruel what he did but we’re more able to raise a child now. We couldn’t have handled school and a baby. I would have begged you to keep it if I’ve I’d known.” He hugged Percy whispering, “Because it was ours. Considering how much I adore you there could be no doubt Alvin was made in love.”

This comforted Percy immensely; he’d researched wizard pregnancies when they first began to go out. His supposed parents never once mentioned bent wizards or associated topics. He’d had to look it up to confirm his feelings for Oliver were acceptable. As painful as the murder of their child was, as much as he’d have wanted to keep it they’d been too young. He’d never have become Head Boy; he probably would have lost his prefect status and would have been forced to take time off from school putting him behind. It would have made Professional Quidditch teams look on Oliver as unreliable. He wished they’d been more careful, but he wanted to have Oliver’s child…

XoooooX

The entire Weasley Clan: Lord Septimus and Lady Cedrella who presided over them, Arthur their father, Gideon their bearer, their uncle Cadmus whom they hadn’t seen in years, as well as their three cousins whom they weren’t really close to due to Molly’s contrivance, Andret, Branor and Calibom.

Percy’s Oliver was there of course since the Memorial was to be held at Rowan Grove, the ancestral home of the Wood family.

Fred had come with Angelina, while his twin George was accompanied by Viktor who seemed loathed to be separated from him.

Only the two elder Weasley-Prewett boys were unattached as it were.

Their cousins and Uncle Cador were surprised to be invited no doubt.

Though Ron and Ginny were Percy’s cousins as well, given Ron’s current behaviour they couldn’t invite him. Ginny had been exempted mostly because it hadn’t seemed suitable to invite one but not the other.

Oberon spoke in a carrying voice though low, “We come together as a family, one bound by the ties of love and kinship to the grieving parents, my son Oliver and his lover Percy. Lately they learned they suffered a great tragedy. Young though they were they conceived a child together. That child was brutally stolen from them, in a way that none of us can truly imagine. They wish in the company of family who love them to put this child to rest. To assure his spirit if he watches from the Veil that he is loved and missed.”

Oliver stepped in front of the Vault that bore the bones and ashes of his ancestors, “Our child, a son, your name is Alvin Drystan Wood. So it would have been if you’d take a breath.” He squeezed Percy’s hand, “Alvin for your sire’s family, we Woods have Elven ancestry. I wished to honour that as my father has done.”

Percy said quietly, “Drystan, for Arthurian given names are in my own line. It means herald and sorrow. Your loss brought me great sorrow but also was what brought your sire and I back together.”

Oliver raised his wand, using it to carve the name into the black marble his father had placed there in gilded script. “Alvin my son, thou are lost but never forgotten. We regret you are not here but we shall endeavour to be the kind of parents you would be proud of.”

Percy shook with silent sobs.

Gideon understood how it felt to have your children stolen but unlike Percy, his grandson could never be restored to him.

Lady Maria also moved to comfort her future son, having lost a child early into her Bonded life with Oberon, who was to her dashing in a way that struck her as one named for a king of the Fae must be. Or was Oberon a King of the Elven? She never had ahead for Legends…

Together they grieved.

Wearing her winter coat and Angelina’s black dress, Sophronia wished she knew Percy and Oliver better that she might truly grieve with them. To lose a child must be awful…

Oliver pulled out a box, kneeling in the snow in front of Percy, “One might claim that this isn’t the place for this but I beg to differ. I would hope Alvin would want to share this moment with you, with all of us. I wanted as much of our family together.” He opened the box coved in sueded black Jarvey skin, inside nested on green silk were three rings; one was a mostly simple band with two twins entwined, the other two were matching Celtic knots. Woods favoured Celtic knots due their place in what was once rural Scotland where Celtic beliefs once held sway.

Percy’s eyes shone, his heart beating fast. The rings were masculine enough to suit him. It was a nice thought to think of Alvin looking down at them from the Veil and smiling on them. He hauled his more muscular and heavy lover up kissing him. “Yes, a thousand times yes.” He’d waited years to hear it, before Ginny being taken into the Chamber of Secrets when he’d been happy before Dumbledore had mentally assaulted him he’d longed and dreamed of this day, this moment. He had hoped for happier circumstances but this was perfect.

Oliver slipped the engagement ring on Percy’s finger; “You’ve made me the most grateful and happy man alive.”

George’s ring a simple ring that was crafted by a wizard with Romany blood or so he’d claimed was on his hand. Viktor had seen it in a window after shopping for his outfit for the Memorial. It was made from fine silver the symbols reputed to mean devotion and fertility. A ring from that jeweller was believed to promise a happy and fruitful bonding. George was a passionate person, who took great pleasure in Viktor’s arms and saw his desire to bear Viktor’s children as no threat to his own manhood. He might one day if Viktor offered want to make love to his mate but for now he was content to enjoy the pleasure of having Viktor take as much pleasure in bed the way they were.

Fred admired Percy’s engagement band, his own keen eyes catching sight of George’s he winked at his twin. He glanced at his Angelina wondering what might be suitable to a fiery lass such as she. Knowing his skill at invented he’d want to no doubt make it himself. Perhaps, using Transfiguration. He’d come up with something; he wanted to see her as pleased with his ring as Percy and George obviously were.

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