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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 four

Harry flipped the page on the book in front of him stifling a yawn before he started writing down more notes in the open notebook in front of him. The house was thankfully silent given the time, he had retreated downstairs when Ron's grumbling stomach, even in his sleep, had started to annoy him.

"Henri? Why are you up so late?" The concerned voice had him looking up with a smile already forming to see a vision that seriously tried his patience. Lucien was standing in the doorway wearing a long pair of white pyjama bottoms and a loose long sleeved white shirt that had slipped slightly off his shoulder leaving a sliver of pale flesh for Harry's hungry eyes. His hair was braided loosely over his shoulder and tied with a black tie, standing out against the rest of him darkly. His blue eyes were sleepy and slightly confused as he blinked a little in the candle light Harry was using to read by.

"I could ask you the same thing," Harry smiled as he forced down the urge to pounce across the table onto his innocent little mate.

"I waz thirsty," Lucien smiled back sleepily holding up the glass in his hands. "Eet ees quicker coming down 'ere zan going to ze bathroom," He shrugged shuffling across to the sink. Harry mentally face palmed as he took in the bare feet peeking out from underneath Lucien's slightly long pyjama bottoms. He was so screwed, he had never been attracted to feet before, they were just a pair of bare feet! He had seen plenty in the dorm at Hogwarts, but seeing Lucien's pale feet suddenly felt incredably intimate and erotic.

"I'm just going over the book Dumbledore brought," Harry explained, fairly pleased that his voice came out only a little huskier than normal.

"Eet ees late zough," Lucien frowned coming to Harry's side with his now full glass. Sighing Harry sat back and stretched to get the kinks out his shoulders from sitting hunched over the book for the last could of hours.

"Its easier to do it now than later with every going around. I wanted to get most of the service put together as we need to start drawing the runes and setting up the alter and area for the bonding tomorrow…well today," Harry smiled sheepishly glancing at the clock. He blinked when a warm body slipped sideways onto his lap, automatically wrapping his arms around Lucien's waist as he wriggled slightly to get comfortable before reaching for Harry's notes.

"Your writing ees terrible Henri!" Lucien chuckled in a mock horrified tone.

"Ah as long as I can read it," Harry shrugged with a grin.

"But no one else will!" Lucien snickered.

"Hey, you can make it out if you squint," Harry defended resting his chin on Lucien's shoulder comfortably, happy when Lucien just sank a little further back into his body.

"Are you nervous Henri?" Lucien asked placing the notebook back on the table and looking at Harry curiously.

"A little, I don't really like being the centre of attention, and I'll be up front and centre where all the attention will be, plus I don't want to mess this up," Harry admitted.

"Eet ees so 'ard to believe zat you are so famous and so dislike your fame," Lucien smiled softly as he ran his fingers over Harry's hand on his stomach.

"I just want to be left alone to live how I want to and not be judged and scrutinised for every little move I make," Harry sighed.

"What will zey say about us? I am sure ze people will zink you should marry a British witch, not a French disinherited 'alf blood veela," Lucien frowned slightly.

"They won't be saying anything but good things about you. I don't use my name and fame because I don't like to, but when it comes to protecting those who are most important to me and who I love I won't hesitate. Hermione is already running insurance to make sure the press show our courting in nothing but a good light, and making sure it isn't made public until after the wedding. And besides that, I wouldn't change my mind no matter what anyone says. You are perfect Lucien," Harry said honestly as he turned to bury his face into Lucien's neck breathing in his scent. He smiled when Lucien giggled, bringing up his shoulder.

"Zat tickles Henri!"

"I'll remember that," Harry teased pressing a light kiss to the skin before pulling away.

"You do not mind zat I am disinherited or a 'alf veela?" Lucien asked worrying his lip.

"Stop that. I want you exactly as you are, nothing else. We don't need money from your dowry, and I will be giving you two of the oldest names in our world. And as for being half veela, that's who you are," Harry shrugged lightly.

"You are zo sure you will ask me to marry you," Lucien smiled slightly shaking his head.

"Ask anyone around here, I am hard headed. Once I decide something I go for it, I know I am going to ask you to marry me. From what I have heard my dad was the same with my mum, and apparently my grandparents," Harry grinned. "You don't stand a chance,"

"Ah, you are going to kidnap me and force me to marry you if I say non?" Lucien asked, his icy blue eyes glittering with humor. Playing along Harry looking thoughtful.

"That would be the last resort, I would just follow you around asking you to marry me,"

"I would not be zaying non, zo you do not 'av to make plans to stalk me," Lucien laughed.

"Good I am a little to clumsy for stalking to really work," Harry grinned choosing to ignore that Lucien had just in a round about way accepted his future marriage proposal.

"You need to go to bed Henri, eet ees late, and there is much to do tomorrow," Lucien chided after a moment of sitting quietly together.

"I suppose, the words were starting to run together a little," Harry admitted.

"Come on," Lucien slipped out his lap and picked up his glass before holding out his free hand to Harry. Shrinking the book and his notebook down Harry stuffed them into his pocket before taking Lucien's hand and picking up the candle.

Lucien led the way up the twisting staircases to Ginny's room where he and Gabriella had been placed before turning to Harry. All of a sudden he became shy as he reached up to play with the hem of the shirt Harry had tugged on before slipping down the stairs. Once again Harry had to force down the part of himself that just wanted to ravage Lucien and instead used his free hand to tilt Lucien's chin up and press a gentle kiss to his beautiful mouth. Happily Lucien pressed back, rising onto his toes a little to put more pressure into the kiss before they parted.

"Goodnight Henri," Lucien smiled happily.

"Night Lucien, sweet dreams," Harry brushed a kiss over Lucien's eyelid as it fluttered shut at the contact before dragging himself away and up the remaining staircases.

"Late night smoochies?" Fred's sleepy voice startled him as he wound his way between the twins beds which had been squeezed into Ron's room.

"No!" Harry said defensively as a blush spread across his cheeks. He barely stifled his startled noise when George's hand shot out from under his covers and tugged Harry onto his bed, throwing the covers back over them both as Harry tried to just used to the change from paralel to horizontal so suddenly.

"No one would blame you, quite the catch there little bro," he chuckled.

"You're lucky I left the candle on Ron's desk," Harry grumbled even as he wriggled to get comfy.

"I watched you putting it down," George gave a half shrug. "So come on did you get late night smoochies?"

"No, not really. Lucien came down for a drink so we talked for a bit before I walked him back to his room," Harry sighed.

"He's lovely, and he seems to be good for you," Fred smiled as he shuffled to the edge of his own bed.

"He's perfect," Harry sighed, blushing at how sappy he sounded but the twins just smiled.

"We're happy for you, and he seems just as taken with you as you are with him," George chuckled as he wrapped his arm over Harry in a sort of hug.

"I couldn't believe it when I saw him yesterday," Harry grinned at both of them.

"You fit well together, its like looking at night and day. And it sounds like he needs and wants a family as much as you do," Fred said softly.

"He does, he's not had the best childhood either. He's just so…" Harry sighed happily as the image of Lucien standing in the kitchen doorway flashed in front of his eyes again.

"Oh you are in trouble. As long as he makes you happy, that is all that matters," George squeezed Harry slightly.

"And it does look like you'll make each other happy," Fred nodded.

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"You know its slightly disturbing to go to sleep with you in one bed and wake to you snuggling with one of the twins," Ron's amused voice pulled Harry groggily from sleep. Blinking he peered out from underneath the covers and realised he had once again nodded off in one of the twins beds.

"Its like being back at Hogwarts," Fred chuckled sleepily from his bed before giving a jaw cracking yawn.

"We'd let you come snuggle with us as well, but Harry's cuter, doesn't snore like the Hogwarts Express or kick like a Hippogryff hit with a stinging hex," Goerge mumbled where his face was still burried in his pillow.

"I don't snore that bad!" Ron protested before flushing at the three incredulous looks he received.

"Ron the only person who snores louder than you is Dean, why do you think I 'accidentally' fell asleep so often in the twins dorm until you lot learnt silencing spells?" Harry snorted.

"I'm betrayed, by my own best friend!" Ron sobbed.

"Dean is actually louder than him?" Fred asked increduiously.

"Ah ha, luckily Seamus and Neville could sleep through an attack of raging dragons and not wake, I'm not so lucky," Harry huffed. "One I can manage but the pair of them together," He shook his head.

"Oi! You lot, get up we need to get the garden ready for tomorrow!" Ginny yelled as she hammered on the door.

"We're up!" they yelled back. They blinked when the door cracked open and Hermione popped her head in.

"Just to warn you your mum has decided to cook a full English with all the trimmings," she sighed.

"She's trying to get us to break the fast," Ron scowled.

"That's cheating," the twins chorused.

"Think with your brain not your stomach Ron," Harry clapped Ron on the shoulder as he stood up. "You girls may want to shut the door, about to change," He added.

"Why would we want to do that?" Ginny grinned, Hermione just shugged.

"Fair enough," Harry shrugged as well.

"Oh Merlin Harry I didn't think you would actually strip!" Ginny shrieked as the door slammed shut. The four of them laughed at the pounding feet down the stairs accompanied by the two girls shrieking.

When they stepped into the kitchen Bill was scowling at Mrs Weasley who was by the cooker, Fleur, Raine and Alion weren't looking impressed and Lucien was looking incredulous. Hermione and Ginny were giggling and gossiping, ignoring Molly's attempts to get them to eat.

"Oh Ron, I have your favourite sausages here, pork and apple," Molly beamed showing him the frying pan.

"No thanks mum,"Ron said, though clearly with effort, not to mention he was nearly drooling.

"That's really low mum, you don't agree fine, but this is our beliefs and now you're trying to ruin mine and Fleur's day by tempting us to break the fast?" Bill finally snapped.

"I'm just cooking breakfast, in MY kitchen, am I not even allowed to do that anymore?" Mrs Weasley snapped.

"So you are going to eat all that bacon, sausages, eggs, toast, French bread and hash browns to yourself are you? Because dad is at work, Charlie doesn't get here for another two hours and we're all fasting. Not to mention you just asked Ron if he wanted sausages when you know he is on a fast," Ginny scowled angrily.

"This is ridiculous! This cannot carry on, you are going to humiliate us in front of our friends tomorrow! Hermione can you not talk some sense into them?" Mrs Weasley rounded on Hermione causing Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and Hermione to blink at her looking confused.

"Mrs Weasley, I have practised the Old Ways with the others since Fourth year," Hermione said slowly.

"What? That's impossible, you are muggleborn!"

"Zo you are zaying muggleborns can not practise ze old ways?" Raine frowned.

"That sounds as pureblood supremicist as anything the Malfoy's spout mum," Bill said quietly shaking his head.

"I naturally cannot access the ancestoral magcis for some of the rituals of the Old Ways, but it does not stop me from taking place in most of rituals or lending my magic to others, and I celebrate all the Sabbats," Hermione said quietly.

"But…but…"

"Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and religions, its when you try and force it on other people that it is wrong. We respect our magic and wish to give thanks to Mother earth and the wild magics, we enjoy the deeper connection it gives us with our magic. We don't harm anyone, and Bill and Fleur want for their marriage, their day, to be in the Old Ways, no one is going to judge them for that," Harry sighed tiredly as the Weasley matriarch flustered, her eyes roaming over the group looking for a friendly face, when she received none she slammed the pan down and stormed out the room leaving a slightly tense silence behind her, Bill quickly waved his wand and cleared the room of the smell of the cooking as Raine plated everything but the eggs and put it into the cooling cupboard under charms. Draining the cup of water in front of Hermione, grinning at her protests Harry made his way over to Lucien and leant down to brush their lips together. "Morning love,"

"Morning Henri," Lucien smiled warmly at him cupping Harry's cheek and pressing his own kiss to Harry's lips earing a happy smile in response.

"Are we all ready to make a start then?" Harry asked straightening up, but he placed his hand onto Lucien's shoulder.

"I suppose we should," Bill sighed before grinning when he got a smack on the shoulder from Fleur.

"You all know what you need to do?" She asked ignoring her future husband.

"Yes mame!" Fred and George saluted before marching out the back door.

"Zey are certain energetic," Alion blinked after them.

"That doesn't even touch describing them," Harry said dryly shaking his head.

"What are you doing today Henri?" Lucien asked as his turned more to see Harry better.

"I'm going to be setting up the alter and the runes around it," Harry answered holding up his note book.

"We're assisting but another set of hands would be welcome," Hermione added from where she had refilled her glass at the sink.

"Eef you are sure?" Lucien asked hesitantly making Hermione wince.

"I'm sure, we need to prepare the ingredients and herbs for the circle and runes for when Harry sets them out," Hermione said firmly.

"Zen sure, eet ees better zan 'elping put up ze tent," Lucien smiled shyly, relaxing the tension that had formed in his shoulders when Harry gave a gentle squeeze as well as he nodded his thanks to Hermione.

"Eet ees probably a good thing, Lucien has terrible hand eye coordination!" Fleur giggled. Lucien spun around and glared darkly at his cousin as Harry started laughing when she carried on. "E nearly took out ze eye of 'is teacher wiz his feather when doing levitation charms,"

When Lucien stood quickly and tried to move away from Harry he found himself tugged back against Harry's chest, the larger teen holding him firmly to his chest while making sure he wasn't hurting him.

"Hey there's nothing to be angry about," Harry said softly into Lucien's ear. Everyone else filed outside quickly to give them some privacy when they realised Lucien was genuianly upset.

"I do not want you to zink zat I am stupid, or…how you say…foolish!" Lucien shook his head still trying to get away. Easily Harry moved his arms from around Lucien's chest to around his waist and pressed a kiss behind Lucien's delicate ear before answering.

"I don't think you are foolish, and I certainly don't think you are stupid. You are perfect to me by not being perfect,"

"Zat…Zat does not make sense Henri," Lucien sighed, but he stopped fighting to get away from Harry's grip and instead leant back against him.

"No one is perfect Lucien, and if you think they are then they aren't being themselves. Being with someone in a proper relationship, falling in love is about knowing the faults and flaws of the other person and loving them because of them. I don't want a partner who is perfect, I don't want or expect you to be flawless, I want you to be snappy and snipy if that's what you are feeling if you are having a bad day, I want to know you are bad at hand eye coordination, because I want to get to know the real you, I want to fall in love with the real you," Harry explained.

"I do not want you to change your mind when you realise zat I am not…" Lucien stopped when he realised what he was going to say.

"Perfect. Be yourself Lucien, that is perfect for me. And I am not going to change my mind about wanting to marry you just because I now know that I need to duck whenever you decide to levitate something," Harry grinned.

"Henri!" Lucien laughed indignantly turning to smack Harry on the chest. He giggled when Harry used his movement to tug him closer and press a kiss to his forehead. "You are very romantic, and good wiz words," Lucien sighed sinking into Harry's warmth as he wrapped his own arms around Harry's body.

"Actually this is only with you. The few other attempts I have made at dating or being with someone else have been pathetically embarrassing," Harry snorted.

"Ozers?" Lucien asked, a flash of something Harry was pretty sure was jealously going through his eyes.

"One girl when I was fifteen who I am pretty sure I forced myself to like when I realised that all my friends were talking about girls and people they liked and I just didn't feel like that for anyone. And one guy last year when I figured out I was gay and wanted to confirm it," Harry admitted truthfully.

"And were zey zerious?" Lucien frowned.

"Well the girl as I said was because I thought I should, we had one kiss and one date before I realised that I definetely did not want to be with her, not to mention I was horrendous at understanding what it was she wanted from me. The guy…I won't lie to you Lucien, I am not..I'm not a virgin Lucien, but I was not serious about him, the war was at its height, I found an escape with a good friend, but it wasn't love, you are the only person who will be getting my heart," Harry answered nervously. Lucien bit his lip as he played with Harry's shirt. "Does it upset you?" He finally asked when the silence stretched on a little too long.

"Non…well…a little, I do not like ze thought of ozers touching you or you touching zem in any way. But also, I 'av only ever kissed someone else, what eef…what eef when eet comes to eet you are disappointed?" Lucien frowned deeper. Relieved at the answer Harry relaxed slightly and kissed the tip of Lucien's nose to watch it scrunch again.

"You could never disappoint me, especially not when you are giving me that gift. We will take things slowly and at a pace you are comfortable with. And from now on only you will get to touch or be with me like that," Harry smiled brushing a strand of Lucien's hair out of his face where it had come loose from the bun he had scooped it back into.

"Zank you for telling me the truth," Lucien smile kissing the centre of Harry's hand. "And I like ze idea of no one else touching you in the way zat ees my right," he added lowly with a flash of possessivness in his silvery blue eyes that did all sorts of things to Harry's body.

"I'll always tell you the truth," Harry promised slightly breathlessly as he tried to push the less than PG thoughts from his head.

"Zank you. I am sorry for overreacting," Lucien flushed slightly.

"This is all new, not to mention quick, we both need time for it to sink in I think, as well as get to know each other properly," Harry shook his head leanding down to give Lucien a slightly deeper kiss that had not been appropriate to do in front of his aunt and uncle. Lucien sighed against his lips, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck to tug him down a little. Harry run his tongue lightly over the seam of Lucien's lips before sweeping eagerly in to tangle with Lucien's tongue as soon as he was invited in.

When they parted Lucien's eyes were beautifully glazed, his breath coming out in little pants and his lips nicely puffed with their kiss. He grinned cheekily up at Harry before pressing their lips together in a fleeting, teasing kiss before laughing he hurried out the kitchen and into the backyard where the others were leaving a stunned Harry blinking after him. Shaking his head and grinned Harry reached down to the kitchen table and picked up his notebook again before turning to follow Lucien, only Alion was standing in the doorway.

"'Arry may we talk?" Alion asked, his expression saying that Harry didn't really have a choice, not that he could really turn down Lucien's uncle.

"Of course," Harry smiled masking his nerves.

"You understand that myself and Raine like you, Gabriella and Fleur 'av 'ad nozing but good zings to zay about you. You 'av been a very good friend to both ov zem, despite Gabriella being younger and wiz everyzing zat 'as 'appened 'ere we know zat you always responded to 'er letters," Alion started as he walked fully into the kitchen to stand opposite Harry.

"I'm very fond of the both of them, Gabriella was like a breath of fresh air to write to during the war," Harry said slowly. Alion gave him a warm smile that made him relax slightly.

"Bill zaid that 'e told you about ze fact zat eet ees believed my wife's family are blessed to find zere mates and capture zem from ze first sight. Zat ees what Raine and I believe 'appened between you and Lucien. I will not be foolish as to question whether your feelings for Lucien are honest, seeing you yesterday wiz ze people you care for defending yours and Lucien's relationship would 'av been enough, never mind ze fact eet ees clear in your eyes and touch," Alion smiled, nodding Harry waited for the point Alion was clearly building to. "'Owever, Lucien 'az been through a lot, and we do not want to ze 'im 'urt,"

"I swear, I will never hurt Lucien intentionally," Harry said quickly as soon as Alion was finished. The older man looked at him intently for a long time before he gave a small nod, the warm smile that always seemed to linger just a moment away returning.

"Good, eet ees not that we do not trust you, but we love Lucien very much, despite everything that 'as 'appened to 'im 'e ees such a trusting gentle soul. 'E ees the son we never had. And you are a celebrity and very powerful, right now especially you could have anyone that you wanted," Alion shrugged.

"I don't want just anyone, and I don't want to be wanted because I am the chosen one, or whatever the hell they are calling me now, and I really don't want to be wanted for my money or titles. I want Lucien because of who he is, because he is a gentle, warm, brilliant soul," Harry shook his head.

"You 'av put my mind to rest, merci 'arry, I 'ad to be sure," Alion smiled patting Harry on the shoulder.

"I understand, I am glad Lucien has family that cares and loves him," Harry smiled back showing he wasn't offended.

"Raine ees very 'appy to see you together. We 'av not seen Lucien smile so freely or contently, nor as often before, eet ees very good to see," Alion said as they stepped outside. Harry was about to answer when a snap of 'uncle' had them looking up to see Lucien storming over to them glaring suspiciously at Alion. When he reached them he quickly gripped Harry's arm.

"What waz going on?" He asked sharply.

"Myself and 'Arry were just 'aving a little chat Lucien, nozing to worry about," Alion chuckled kissing his nephew's temple before making his way over quickly to where the main marquee was leaning worryingly to the left hand side of the garden.

"Henri?" Lucien demanded getting Harry's attention as the marquee gave a dramtic shudder.

"There's nothing to worry about, your uncle just wanted to hear from myself directly that I had not intentions of hurting you," Harry assured him wrapping his arm around Lucien's waist and leading him to the separate area where the bonding would be held, the alter had to be left underneath the stars and the sun the night and morning before the bonding so the marquee for the guests and small awning to cover Harry, Bill and Fleur would be going up last thing tomorrow.

"Zey 'av not really said anything about eet to me, though zey 'av not protested, I waz not sure what to zink when I looked for you and saw you with my uncle," Lucien explained.

"They love you, they just needed me to assure them that I am serious about us, that's all. And besides if they did argue I would not let you go without fighting tooth and nail so long as you wanted to be with me," Harry said honestly.

"Henri! You say such things," Lucien groaned as his cheeks lit up a delicious red.

"Do you like me saying such things?" Harry teased swiftly wrapping his arms around Lucien and speaking into his ear.

"Your words are so intense!" Lucien breathed out shakily.

"I'll take that as a yes," Harry chuckled slightly huskily before nipping lightly on the tempting earlobe.

"You make me blush zough!" Lucien shuddered just right in Harry's arms.

"I like your blushing," Harry admitted with a light shrug.

"Mon dieu Henri, you make eet 'ard to breathe zometimes," Lucien shook his hand, even as his smaller hads fisted the front of Harry's shirt.

"You don't exactly make like easy on me, and it has only been two days," Harry grumbled, though the heat in his voice left no doubt in the meaning behind his words.

"But Henri, I like the idea of making life… 'ard for you, oui?" Lucien tilted his head back, his silvery blue eyes glittering mischieviously as he smirked up at Harry.

"You do not have to try hard, imp," Harry shook his head leaning down to nip Lucien's bottom lip as punishment. The light laughter he received made him smile back.

"Zat sounds like a challenge to me," Lucien wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.

"You do not want to tempt me my little minx," Harry shook his head, his own grip tugging Lucien firmer against his body.

"Do I not?" Lucien mused.

"Unless you want me pouncing on you and ravishing you wherever we are then, no, you don't," Harry enjoyed the catching in breath that his words induced from Lucien, the dilating of his pupils and continued breathlessness was a good sign.

"Eet will not take much longer before I am convinced that ees not a bad idea," Lucien chuckled running his fingers along Harry's cheekbone before leaning up on his toes to brush their lips together lightly, both sensing it would be a dangerous thing to attempt anything more passionate.

"Oi lover boys! Get it moving!" Ginny's sudden yell had them parting, Lucien blushing shyly, Harry glaring. Which as normal did absoultely nothing to the redheaded witch.

"You know 85% of th population would currently wet themselves and run for the hills if I glared at them," Harry grumbled leading Lucien over to the two witches with his arm around his waist. Hermione just had a small smile on her face, the flash in her eyes telling Harry she had likely been analysing their interaction and body language.

"Good job you have us around then huh," Ginny snickered.

"I'll make a start on the alter, if you can get the ashes for the runes there ready first please," Harry just rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss Lucien lightly once more before making his way to the waiting area denoted by the white cloth that had already been laid out.

Closing his eyes and sucking in a deep breath Harry pushed out his magic and allowed his mind to become clear. Gradually he felt the ever familiar feeling of the wild magic of Mother Magic flowing around him, caressing the tendrils of her child's magic as it reached excitedly to her, twining and dancing happily around Harry.

He became aware of his magical sense alone as the sounds and feelings washed away from him. It was like being locked in a black area where flashes of images would flash blurrily in front of him and everything was muffled. Slowly he felt the latent magic in the ground beneath him that every year gave the grass and flowers life, he felt the near by familiar signitures of Hermione and Ginny, as recognisable to him as his own magic. He saw the new spark of Lucien's swirling silver and golden magic that swirled around his body as it did with any practioiner, it flicked out in curious welcome as it felt Harry's magic passing by, conciously or not of its owner.

His magic repidly spread across the surrounding area of the Burrow, familiar signitures flaring up in greeting as he passed over them, Ron, Fred, George, Bill, Fleur…hmm Charlie was here early apparating in outside of the wards. He passed over Raine, Alion and Gabriella's magic signitures, he felt Mrs Weasley inside the house, he felt the magic of the family clock, he felt the magics dotting around the house in various places and in various objects. His magic soured upwards, caressing the boundary of the wards that still surrounded the house for protection, sealed with the love and strength the Weasley family felt for each other, each family members signiture swirrling there mixed with his own and Hermione's as they had added their own protection to the wards.

Sending his magic firmly downwards to ground himself Harry slowly raised his hands, his wand held lightly in his right hand and let out one slow breath before he called on what he needed, the words falling like a chant, like a song from his lips continually in a melody that caused the magic to dance around him like leaves in a breeze.

Those that were outside had all paused and turned to watch when they had felt the rising magic, turning and easily locating the source. Lucien had gasped as he had watched Harry's magic becoming visible around him as he called it forth. The swirling black and purple aura twirrled and twined around his still form, Harry's face relaxed and calm as he made the connection with Mother Magic. Then it had washed forwards, the twisting duel colours washing outwards like waves up a beach to search out the area. Lucien gasped as he felt the powerful magic stroking over his skin, calling out to his own magic which had risen quicker than ever before to send its own greeting back to the playful feeling of the magic surrounding him in a warm, comforting blanket. But it had not stopped there.

Everyone had stood as the magic swept over them, searching them out, greeting them and moving further and further out into the surrounding area. Charlie's breath caught as he stepped inside the wards to be met with a welcome from his adopted brother's magic before it spread up the bubble the wards made around their home. Slowly the blanket of magic sunk down into the ground and they all turned their eyes back to Harry as they watched him rising his arms slowly and intently.

The words of the spell washed around them, the repetition blurring together until it almost sounded like a melody. A swirl in front of Harry preseeded the liquid stone as it rose from the ground in front of Harry's feet, twisting and flowing upwards for a good three feet before it spread outwards as well as upwards for another foot forming the basic shape of a stone alter. As the shape was set the stone started solidifying around the base and stand, but the edge of the table of the alter shimmered and blurred still as slowly and one by one runes appeared denoting the alter as a blessing and gift from Mother Magic, infusing it with the sacred rites of the old magics and finally forming the crests of Potter, Black, Weasley and Delecour. As Harry let out a final breath and released the magic the table of the alter solidified as well while bluebells sprang to life around the base, a sure sign that Mother Magic had leant her hand in the formation of the alter.

Emerald green eyes flickered open and scrutinised the alter before Harry nodded happy with the work. Looking up he blinked to find everyone watching him intently, even thought the marquee was dangerously close to falling on top of Fred, Raine and Bill as it was now leaning to the right side.

"That's never something I get used to feeling," Ginny laughed weakly as she seemed to be fighting to get her breathing to a normal pace. Turning to look at Lucien he saw the teen had two bright red spot on his high cheeks and a slightly glazed look in his eyes, but he gave Harry a look that made Harry insanely glad he was standing behind his newly formed alter as he felt his jeans tightening.

"Erm, Charlie's here early," He managed to call out, tearing his eyes from Lucien to try and give himself a chance of avoiding complete and utter embarassment.

"Huh…oh Charlie?" Bill blinked confused.

"Charlie, your brother!" Fred snorted amused, though his chest was heaving slightly as though he had just run a lap around the house.

"Brother…Charlie…oh yes!" Bill nodded ridiculously as he managed to pull himself together. "Merlin Harry I forget how strong you are sometimes given your scrawneyness," Bill teased with a grin making Harry breath a slight sigh of relief.

"Your just worried because I'm nearly as broad as you now and have more growth spurt in me," Harry teased back, laughing when Bill flipped him off only to be chastised by Fleur and Raine.

"Yo!" The familiar shout found Charlie surrounded by six redheads, one raven and a brunette as they all rushed to greet him.

"Not been eaten by your dragons then?" Harry grinned as he was pulled into a bear hug, being lifted up as he had every time he saw Charlie since he was fourteen, despite the fact he was now an inch or two taller than the older man.

"Nope, they love me too much, they just decide to give me love bites and burns every now and then to show it. But I hear that you have caused quite a stir here, and gotten courted?" Charlie wriggled his eyebrows getting a laugh from Harry even as he shook his head.

"You lot are the worst lot of gossips I know, and I go to school with Lavender and Parvarti. How the hell do you lot spread the word so quickly?"

"Hey when our little brother decides to settle down its our perogative to ensure that every family member is informed straight away of the happy news," George puffed up his chest.

"Perogative my arse, you just want to have a good gossip," Harry snorted.

"So am I allowed to meet the young man who has managed to snag our little Harry's heart and attention?" Charlie asked, even as his eyes honed in on a shy looking Lucien standing beside Alion.

"Ignore the prat Lucien, he's actually alright once you get to know him," Harry grinned holding out his hand to Lucien and ignoring the spluttering behind him while the others laughed. "Lucien this is Charlie my adopted brother, Charlie this is Lucien," Harry made the introductions as he gently squeezed Lucien's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lucien," Charlie grinned easily holding his hand out for Lucien to shake. "See I can be polite," He added once he had let go getting another round of laughter from the group.

"Well little brother you have wonderful timing, you can help us raise the marquees for tomorrow," Bill clapped Charlie on the shoulder as he let out a pitiful groan.

"Knew I should have waited the hour till I actually said I would be here," He sighed.

"The first lot of ashes are half way done Harry," Hermione said as they made their way back over to the alter.

"Alright, I'll start the circle then," He nodded, accepting the vial of sacred oil and thin brush from Hermione.

This was the back breaking part of rituals that always took the most time and work to set up, and he had to do it himself as the only caster tomorrow. Bending over he poured the oil into the bowl he had conjured, dipped the brush into it and started forming the circle around the outside of the alter, and then drew the pentogram in the middle. He took a break to straighten up and stretch his back before looking to Hermione, Ginny and Lucien.

"Ze ashes for ze circle are ready," Lucien said catching Harry's movement.

"I've done the outer bit and the pentogram when you're ready," Harry nodded. Lucien seemed to have been picked to seal the circle with the ashes as he stepped forwards with the bowl and immedietly started sprinkling it over the oil Harry had already laid down, murmuring the sealing spell and blessing as he worked. The mixture of lavendar, romary, frackle leaves, fox glove and demons root ashes sealing together the sacredness of the circle and the properties of the oil.

While Lucien followed the oil trail with the ashes Harry worked on incribing the inside of the circle with numerous runes for protection, love, eternity, bonds, family, friendship, oath and fortune. Once again Lucien followed his progress around with the ashes covering the runes.

"How are you two doing on the outer circle ashes?" Harry asked halfway through drawing further runes around the outside of the circle.

"Almost there," Hermione nodded not taking her eyes off the flame her and Ginny were holding to slowly burn the ashes at the right speed between them.

"My back is aching!" Lucien grumbled standing and rubbing the base.

"The downside of rituals," Harry said with a quick smile to Lucien as he carried on making his way around.

Ten minutes later and Hermione and Ginny walked over to the outer ring of runes and started scattering the ashes over them with Lucien while Harry formed the final outer circle on the last of the oil. He stretched out the kinks in his back was he waited for them to finish the runes and then the outside circle, definitely not using it as an excuse to admire Lucien's bum as he bent over carefully scattering the ashes along the lines of oil.

Once Hermione followed Lucien and Ginny out the circle and then sealed it closed with the ashes Harry stepped forwards and cast a small cutting hex on the tip of his finger and carefully allowed three drops of his blood to fall on the last ashes that had been laid.

When he turned tiredly feeling the magical strain in his body Lucien was waiting for him. He captured Harry's hand, holding it carefully as he healed the cut on Harry's finger. The girls grinned and drifted off when Lucien pressed a gentle kiss over the pink line, wondering over to where Fleur was shouting at everyone putting the smaller marquee up, seemingly having abandoned helping put it up to order everyone else about.

"Hmm, I'm going to need to take a nap," Harry said wearily leaning forwards and pressed their cheeks together and wrapped his arms sleepily around Lucien's waist.

"You should 'av gone to zleep earlier Henri," Lucien said amused running his fingers through Harry's hair, massaging his fingers into Harry's scalp getting a content sigh in return.

"Probably should have," Harry gave a small shrug so as not to disturb Lucien's hand on his head.

"Your magic was impressive Henri," Lucien said after a few moments of comfortable silence between them. The blonde looked at Harry confused however when he tensed and pulled away a little. "Henri 'av I zaid zomething wrong?" Lucien frowned looking so confused that Harry felt himself relaxing and looking at Lucien appologetically.

"I'm sorry, its not you. I just…I've had so much people wanting me because of defeating Voldemort, because of being the chosen one, because I'm the Lord of two houses, because I'm a strong wizard, but none of them want just Harry, I reacted before I even thought about it, I'm sorry," Harry sighed rubbing his face tiredly.

"Henri, I 'av told you zome of my life, but I am sure one of ze ozers 'as told you more. Money, power, fame, zey do not bring love, or honesty, or 'appiness wiz your partner. I 'av only wanted to be loved and to 'av a 'appy family of my own that I can love and will love me, I want to say and hear j'taime and know eet ees meant. I say yes to you asking to court me because I believe we can be 'appy like zat. Because it was just Henri asking. Eef you 'ad asked me as Lord Potter Black, defeater of Voldemort my answer would 'av been non," Lucien told him softly as he stroked Harry's cheek tenderly. "I zee only Henri when I look at you, nozing else,"

Lucien managed to make a shocked noise in the back of his throat when he found himself tugged forwards and scooped into Harry's arms, kisses being pressed randomly across his face before Harry sealed their lips together in a passionate, drugging kiss that said everything Harry could manage to find the words to say out loud. He did not know what he had done to deserve this dream come true of his appearing into his life, but he was going to be selfish for once and clinging onto his with every ounce of strength he had and ensure that the slender teen in his arms would be there for the rest of his life.
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