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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 39
- 40
- 41
A/N~ OK here is the Last chapter. Keep in mind, there will be an Epilogue in a week or two. I have gone over this chapter several times and it is a bit longer than usual. But I hope it ties everything together like I wanted.
Meechypoo - I really wanted Draco become more than a shadow, and I think this was a culmination of that.
Staar - I hope it is the chapter of all chapters at least. Hope to keep you around with my other stories :D Love reading your reviews.
djaddict - At least with this chapter I start with them :D Hope you enjoy this one.
Kat - Read below, I won't give it away here in the A/N... But I hope you like it.
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Chapter 40 - Augur Affirmed
Draco waited with as much patience as he could all the while he watched the judgment of the Dark Lord. Harry was brilliant, beautiful and amazing. Once Harry had cleansed the interior of the shield, Draco sighed as it fell. He laid down and turned his head to stare at his beloved. The eyes were black and he could see the beautiful scene playing out, but there were no words for him to understand.   Yet he felt pulled, and soon he found himself next to Harry there in landscape of Harry’s eyes.
They were standing side by side in a field of white. The ground was covered in pure white snow, but the cold did not touch them. There were no trees or mountains or hills to contrast the blinding white of the open field. Harry’s hand slipped into Draco’s, and it was then that the blond could see the colors that surrounded them. It flowed and enveloped them.
Draco could see flowers and grasses, butterflies and birds. Everything was made up of the beautiful streaming colors, everything was surrounded by the threads of brilliant rainbows. He reached out his free hand to pluck a flower. Staring at it was the most magical thing he had ever seen. His world of magic seemed dull and grey in comparison.
“Listen” Harry’s voice whispered over his ears.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to listen to whatever Harry was directing him to hear. Harry’s hand tightened in his own, and he heard something. It was soft, but not a breeze, a soft thrumming, like music almost. The more he listened, the more it became steady, heavy and hard on his ears, like a beat of a drum. Underlying it all was a sweet melody that pulled him. He walked forward, never letting go of Harry’s hand. His feet were taking him towards the sweet melody, it was as if his body was made of that sweet melody. Harry’s strong grip made him feel the thundering beat of the drum, under his delicate fingers. He stopped moving, opening his eyes to the beauty of a meadow made of a kaleidoscope of colors. He turned towards Harry, placing his arm up and over the neck of his lover.
“I hear us.” Draco said with a soft whisper, “The sweet melody flows within me, and the steady beat is from you.”
Harry looked into the smoky eyes of his lover, and smiled. He had just begun to realize that the music he could here in this place was really them. The mixed blessing of the Earth and Moon, Death and Life. That is why he was always familiar in this place. He could drown in grey eyes, forever leaving the rest of the world behind. A soft breeze past over them and Harry broke away to stare at her. Her beauty was far beyond any softness he remembered of her. Tonight she was a contrast against the snow laden landscape. Her hair was flowing obsidian, moving like a living blanket behind her. Her eyes were just as black, her lips though were red against a white face. Her lean body was clothed in what could only be deemed as the deepest blue of the ocean. Her lips curved into a smile, yet she held out her hand to an unseen force to her left. Harry stared to where she reached.
Draco shifted his focus from the emerald abyss that was Harry’s eyes, towards the breeze that had touched them. His eyes were back to seeing the white snow-covered landscape before him. He stared at her, understanding of who she was came from their bond. He shivered as the ice within him rose at the approach of Death. The pale man never changed, in as much as Gaia changed and shifted, Death never altered. His hand met hers in a clasp. On the other side of Death was another man similar to Death. Draco noted the resemblance to himself and both men, but he said nothing.
“My Son. Augur. You have finished your task. Come accept the mantel of Augur, proclaim the balance to the world of chaos. Speak words that sway leaders, Judge those who require it, have compassion for those that deserve it. So you have been, so you are, so shall you be. My son, blessed of the Earth.” Her words were soft and yet so powerful.
“My son. Soul of the Augur. Stand firm, let your heart be forever cast into the light of love. Your power within yourself will balance the Augur. Helpmate and lover, the push and pull within you is the complement to every harsh line and soft edge. My son, blessed of the Moon.” Death’s words were cold and heavy.
“Peace, Justice, Truth and Wisdom are yours. Harry. Use the power, the book and your anchor. We have nothing left to teach you. But will guide you as you call to us in your need. Record your deeds in the book for the future Augur.” Merlin’s words washed over both men.
Harry and Draco knelt before the three. Each passed over them, pressing a kiss of a blessing to their foreheads, before stepping back.
“I assume the mantle, the burden and the joy of becoming the Augur. I take my soul mate Draco Malfoy, to stand with me as anchor for the balance that is required.” The words left Harry’s mouth as if he had practiced them over and over. Draco’s hand warmed his, and in that moment, he felt anchored.
“I will balance my love for all time, in wind and fire, through pain and sorrow, until the end.” Draco’s voice was melodic as the words seemed to flow.
They looked into each other’s eyes, and barely noticed the open surrounding fade into stone.
They just stared into fathomless eyes, drowning in the moment of greatness and freedom. Harry's hand found Draco's and it was enough, even as the commotion started around them, they were grounded in each other.
Until the long moment was broken by the softest of flutters, green eyes went wide and he sat up quickly. His free hand falling to his own abdomen. He looked down, there was no noticeable change, but the flutter came again, and he gasped. He looked to Draco, eyes welling with tears, emotion choked him. Love, hope and anticipation flowed over him and his free hand was shaking as he reached towards Draco.
Draco watched the love and peace shine out of emerald eyes. Shock quickly replaced all the peaceful expressions and he watched Harry sit up in shock. Harry was looking down at his hand, and when those green eyes met his, they were filled with awe. Draco felt it, like his own revelation just moments before, it seemed Harry has his own story to tell. Love of an insurmountable proportions seemed to flood into him and tears of his own started to flow. He reached and grasped Harry's outstretched hand and placed it on his own abdomen. Harry was so cute, looking down at his hand then back up to his eyes as if asking a question.
Harry's world got a million times brighter in that moment. He had felt movement within him, and knew that he and Draco were expecting, but to see that Draco was similarly entrenched made Harry's feelings soar. He reached up and pulled Draco into a kiss that could render all kisses rude and ugly in comparison. The heat and ice, the push and pull of their passion engulfed them. Harry's tongue was a twister of fire, burning Draco within its passion. Draco returned his own tornado of passion claiming his lover for himself. Their hands were gently stroking each other’s faces as if they were the most fragile of objects. Their whirlwind of passion made them oblivious to everyone and everything around them.
Albus corralled the rest of the bystanders, as the Aurors transported the Death Eaters to the ministry dungeons. Many of the Order had gathered and witnessed the last moments of the Dark Lord’s demise. Everyone drifted into another corridor when Harry and Draco clasped hands, to give them some privacy. Harry’s friends each left with a member of the Order, back to the school where they would spend the rest of their Easter holidays. Albus walked down a long corridor to meet with Amelia who had just floo’d into the atrium.
“It is done. Are the other requests taken care of?” Albus asked.
“Yes, Headmaster. I have everything taken care of once you are ready to take your leave of this identity. The papers are on your desk back at the school.” Minister Bones stated.
“Good. I have left instructions for the school and my deputy will ensure everything is transitioned smoothly.” the Headmaster explained with a glint in his eyes.
“Should we wait for them?” Amelia nodded her head in the direction of Harry and Draco, who from the looks of it were passionately engaged.
“By now, I’m sure you know that he is like a force of nature. Trying to control where he goes and what he does is not to be attempted.” Albus stated firmly. He knew Ministers had tried to control himself in the past, and he did not wish that on Harry.
Amelia looked at Albus, and then back toward the two who seemed to be in their own little world. She smiled at the older man softly.
“If anything, Harry will be the one with the directions and power. Have no fear, I care less for control than most. As long as we get results we can live with, that make the world better than when I entered, and that is all I can ask for.” She stated, “I think that may be exactly why Harry chose me. I would not have been in this position without him.”
Albus nodded and both of them turned towards their respective destinations.   The minister for her office, and the Headmaster for the school. Each had a lighter step since the heaviest weight of the Dark Lord’s terror had been obliterated.
Harry pressed his forehead against Draco’s and looked back into the most beautiful silver eyes.
“Let’s go.” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips. A nod was all he would get in that moment. Harry stood and held his hand out for Draco to slip into. They apparated to the entrance of Hogwarts and strode with purpose into the castle. Harry led them to the infirmary first.
Lucius looked up when the door to the infirmary opened. Seeing Harry looking wild and untamed, next to his calm and graceful son was always a sight to behold. The opposite of one another in every way, yet they balanced against each other so well. Harry strode over to Lucius with purpose.
“Now that the Dark Lord is gone, do you want me to remove his mark?” Harry asked as polite as he could.
Lucius stared at the dark man with wonder.
“You can do that?” Lucius asked.
“I can. I can cleanse the magic from you that does not belong. I can only offer this if you truly want to be free of it.” Harry stated.
“Yes.” Lucius replied. He wanted nothing left of the madman.
“I will see to it once we all are gathered.” Harry said as he walked towards the bed that held Sirius and Severus. Draco stayed to talk to his father.
“Sirius?” Harry called as he got closer. Sirius raised his head without dislodging his husband from the sleeping position against his chest.
His dove grey eyes landed on his godson and a weak smile curved his lips. If Harry was standing there, that meant they were all free. His smile grew even as his hands tightened their hold on Severus.
“Harry. You alright?” Sirius asked softly.
“We shall see. The deeds are done.” Harry stated moving forward to take one of Sirius’ hands. He looked down at the potions professor. “Let me look.”
Sirius moved just a bit to give Harry access, not sure what was left after Madam Pomfrey’s cures.
Harry shifted his focus to look deeper than flesh, deeper than the mind. He needed to focus on the magic and make it pure. His eyes opened and looked around him at the river of magic that surrounded him. He pushed the strands of gold and green out of the way, and scanned Severus' body. There were blood red threads that constricted several internal organs. Harry traced them and heard a painful moan. He looked for the start of the threads and found them attached to the dark mark. He let his hands trail over the snake and let his finger nail press hard to sever the magical poison flowing from the fang of the snake. One of the red chords of magic snapped, so he pressed harder and snapped the other three chords.
Harry grasped each thread and followed them around the intricate patterns they weaved over internal organs and other body parts. He weaved fast, letting his senses follow the magic so he could pull them over and under freeing Severus from the grip of the dark magic. Once within his hands he let the flames come to consume the darkness. He once more placed his hand over the dark mark, and pulled. He let the power of love sweep over him to ensnare the mark and drag it away from Severus, and onto his own flesh. It writhed, screamed and soon the magic within him consumed it. He only hopped that Severus did not feel too much. When he closed his eyes for a moment, he breathed softly, hoping a cooling breeze would help against any residual burning.
Severus burned. Inside he could feel the fire of a power he did not know. His chest was on fire, his arms were on fire, and most of his body burned. He could not scream, he could not even move to get away from the pain that was flowing through him. Soon the flames seemed to move as if racing away from a soothing touch that emanated from his arm. And then something snapped, and an ache replaced the burning. Something that had been holding him for so long was gone, but he could not open his eyes to see.
Sirius watched his love, he could feel the pain from their bond, but said nothing while Harry worked on something unseen. He could only take some of the pain on himself to ease his lover’s anguish. The potions must be so sedating that Severus could not even flinch. Tears fell from his eyes as he tried to bear the pain, and he slumped over Severus’ body as the cooling breeze passed over them both.
Harry felt worn, but there was one major promise he had yet to keep. He moved towards Draco.
“Stay here with your father. I have something that needs to be done yet, and then we can go home. I have news that Blaise will want to hear.” Harry stated. He softly kissed Draco’s lips as he left the infirmary.
Harry made his way to the Headmaster’s office. He did not even need to speak to the gargoyle, it just shifted to make way for him. Once he entered the main office, he looked around. Dumbledore should be here soon. Harry let the memories wash over him, the emotions this one room evoked in him. He turned to view all the portraits and saw the one blank space near the left of Phineas’ portrait in the office.
“I don’t care if you think he abandoned his post. He saved us all. That is not abandonment!” Harry’s voice was pitched particularly high at the moment. He stared back at the grey haired wizard, the current acting head of the Board of Governors.
“Mr. Potter, there are rules.” Mr. Precher stated.
“BRAKE THEM! Or better yet re-write them.” Harry raised his voice as he fought tears.
“I will not do it myself.” Mr. Precher replied smugly.
Harry walked over towards the black canvas covered portrait and reached for it. He did not bother shrinking it, and did not bother to lighten it. This act did not need to be made easy for him. He picked up the heavy frame, and held it to his person as he looked back at the old wizard.
“I will do it, and I will make sure no one can take it down.” Harry said, daring the man to refute or argue with him. He broke the stare to walk out of the room and down the quite stone hall. The rubble was almost cleared completely, but this was one small thing he could do. He walked, his arms ached as he approached the corridor and turned. He was losing his grip, so he stopped and resettled the portrait in his arms. He walked up to the headmaster’s office, only spoke one word to the gargoyle, “Open”. By now the thing did his bidding instead of arguing with him or staring at him. Once inside the round office, he felt the pain and loss again like he always did. He set his jaw as he softly laid the portrait against the desk as he looked up to the wall for the perfect place. A smile played on his lips as he saw the perfect spot. Right between Albus and Phineas. He cast a levitation charm on the portrait and then fired several permanent sticking charms. The last was the very spell that he found in the Black Library, the one that could never be removed. Everyone had tried to remove Mrs. Black’s portrait, but this charm made it impossible. He quickly cast a pricking charm and directed his blood to the edges of the frame to complete the sticking charm’s requirement.
The last thing he did was remove the black canvas. He grinned his lopsided grin as Snape glared at him. The man may refuse to speak to him, but at least he could now be where he belonged. Harry bowed to the man in the portrait and smiled as the potions master turned away and huffed.
Harry was startled out of his thoughts when he felt Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder. He turned his merry green eyes on the Headmaster. The twinkle matched his own.
“Are you ready?” Harry asked softly.
“Everything is prepared.” Albus stated, his hands were twitching nervously.
Harry tried not to laugh. He had never seen the Headmaster as anything but confident. Harry backed away just a bit and settled himself. He called forth the banished man, and waited until he felt the man appear. The man was old and frail. The eyes just looked at him with a fear of the unknown. The fear grew even more as he took in the sight of Albus.
“This may hurt a bit.” Harry said to Albus, he really wasn’t sure if it would or not. The headmaster only nodded and waited patiently. The Grindelwald’s eyes were wide.
“NO!” The scratchy voice called out, “He is innocent.”
Harry heard the last part of the whisper loudest. He turned his dark eyes on the old man.
“It is his choice.” Harry stated.
He turned back to the Headmaster and called on his powers, and smiled as only love surfaced and surrounded all three of them into a shield.
“Say it Albus.” Harry’s voice boomed out loud and rang in their ears.
“I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, give my magic to Augur Harry Potter freely.” The man’s voice was clear.
Gellert whimpered softly.
Harry placed his hand on Albus’ chest and waited. Harry’s magic call to the magic within Albus. The magic came to him softly and gently. When it touched his hand, the magic flowed from his hand, and then he directed it towards the wall in the office. He would allow the Headmaster’s magic to fuel the walls and wards of the school. There seemed to be no pain and for that he was happy. He reached for Gellert’s cold and withered left hand and placed it in Albus’ left hand.
“Swear to protect this man from others and himself.” Harry asked.
“I do.” Albus replied.
“Will you bond with him now?” Harry asked.
“I will, if he will.” Albus said, his twinkle was dull in those wise eyes.
Albus looked at the man who had captured his heart so long ago. The man who broke it time and again, the man who forced his hand. Yet through all the years, and through all the pain and rage, he still loved Gellert. His heart had never been free to move on. His eyes stared into the lost ones and just hoped he could finally realize what he had been working for so long.
The old man could not even breathe. He could see the love still in those eyes. After everything, Albus still loved him. He felt ashamed and he felt awed.
“I would be honored.” Gellert whispered.
Harry nodded, and cast the bonding charms, then gripped their hands in his.
“Tonight an Augur bonds two souls. Gellert to submit to Albus, in the love that will rule you both. Do you promise your fidelity, your honesty and the rest of your days to each other?” Harry spoke the words reverently and waited.
“I do.” They spoke in unison.
“Gifted by Death, I gift you with life. Live full and live in love.” Harry’s voice was full and clear. He summoned the gift from Death and opened his mouth, releasing the cool magic that had been burning inside him.
The wind was ice and swirled around Albus and Gellert. Harry could not see inside the storm, but his hands held theirs in an unbreakable hold. The hands clasped and gripped, the skin felt like it was being reshaped and renewed until the lines on Albus’ hands were smooth. When the storm subsided, Harry gapped at the two men. They both were stunning. Harry had seen pictures of both men in their youth, but the photos did not do justice to either of them. Gellert’s bright blue eyes were wide in shock. Albus only smiled serenely, his eyes shone the wisdom of one too many years.
Harry took back his hands, “Names, you both will need new names.”
Albus smiled back at Harry, “I thought about just going with Brian Percival.”
Harry nodded, “And you?” he directed his question to Gellert.
“Gerry Percival will do fine, If Al… Brian doesn’t mind sharing the last name.” Gellert said softly, blushing as he looked back at Brian.
“So you shall be, my love.” Albus/Brian stated before finally giving into over a century’s worth of waiting. He leaned forward locking blue ice against blue sky and claiming the lips his memory had almost forgotten.
Harry stood back and smiled at them. Finally he would see the Headmaster happy, free and in love.
Harry waited for the men to depart to the house Albus/Brian had prepared for them. Harry walked over to the desk and gathered the paperwork and sent them off with the ministry owl that had been waiting on a stoop near Fawkes. The bird left with the two men, leaving nothing of the Headmaster’s belongings in the office. Harry picked up an envelope for the Hogwarts Staff and tapped it. The letter duplicated the appropriate amount of times. One flick of his wand and he sent them all to the owlry for delivery. He was sure there would be a staff meeting soon. Now though, it was time to go home and finish another happier task.
He strode towards the infirmary with confidence and a carefree feeling that he had not had in many years. His eyes instantly went to the blond that held his heart when he entered. He walked over not caring who was around.
Harry laced his fingers into the blond silk, and pulled Draco’s lips towards his own. His other hand wrapped around Draco’s waist pushing their hard bodies harshly together. His tongue trailed a lip that opened for him instantly and then he dove in for his own cleansing. With his eyes closed, the fireworks began. His veins were filled with fire and Draco, and he plundered tasting every side of the heated cavern. He wanted to memorize every seam, every slick surface of Draco’s mouth. They were both breathless when Harry pulled away, looking at the blond, never wanting to take for granted the love they had.
Draco sighed into the kiss as Harry dominated his mouth. Sudden heat pooled low and the ache took him by surprise. There was so much feeling that flowed between them, an ache, a need, and total want. Draco’s knees almost gave out under the onslaught of love and sensual swipes of Harry’s tongue. He was definitely panting when Harry pulled away. He just stared up into the deep pools of emerald that promised so much more.
Harry maneuvered them toward Severus and Sirius. Both men looked comfortable. Sirius looked up at Harry as he got closer.
“Sirius, I need you to come with Draco and I for a little bit. Severus will be just fine, and will not wake until you get back.” Harry asked quietly.
Sirius looked at Severus, then back to Harry. He slid out of the bed slowly as to not disturb Severus and placed a kiss on the darker man’s forehead.
Harry, Draco and Sirius arrived at the cottage one after another. Blaise Zabini greeted them with a concerned look. Draco walked over to his friend and hugged him.
“It’s over.” Draco whispered.
Blaise sagged against his taller friend.
Harry looked at them, then back towards Sirius.
“We got to go.” Harry announced to everyone.
The other men in the room looked at Harry like he had grown an extra head. He only pointed his wand at the ceiling before the silver strands came out and circled the wrists of each person and he apparated them away.
They were all standing just outside a small cottage. Blaise looked at Harry with questioning eyes. Harry only smiled and walked into the cottage. He made his way to the bedroom, and when the others filtered in, he brought down the protections he had placed not too long ago.
Blaise gasped, his mother had changed positions. She was breathing. Tears pricked his eyes as he watched Harry walk over to his mother’s side. He placed a hand on her clasped hands. Blaise let out a loud cry of joy as he rushed to his mother’s side when her eyes opened. He hugged her tightly, not speaking just letting her hands sooth him.
Draco looked at Harry waiting for an explanation, but Harry was looking down at the jewelry that had fallen from her hands. Harry was not the only one staring. Sirius stared down at the emerald earrings on the edge of the bed.
“Where did you get those?” Sirius voice was filled with wonder.
Blaise did not seem to hear, but his mother did. She sat up fully, and Blaise let go reluctantly to allow her some room. She picked up the earrings, and looked at Sirius, a wince on her face.
When she looked at the man, there was the ghost of her lover staring back at her. Yet she knew that this man was not the same as Regulus.
“You must be Sirius.” Her voice was soft, yet her eyes belied strength.
“I am.” Sirius replied, waiting for something. Harry would not have had him accompany them if it were not important.
“Then you would know who gave these to me.” She stated with her head held high.
Sirius looked really looked at the boy next to her. The dark skin resembled the beautiful woman on the bed, but the eyes and the nose were the same as most in his family. Only Sirius had been given grey eyes. Most of his family had striking brown eyes and a rather rounded nose. He sat down abruptly. He would have landed on the floor, had Harry not conjured a chair under him.
“Who was his father?” Sirius asked, already knowing the answer.
“Regulus Arcturus Black.” She whispered, waiting for the outrage that she had been warned about.
Sirius let out a choked sob then, and Harry went to him and held his hand. Grey eyes shined up into Harry’s a brilliant smile cast on thin lips. Harry smiled back, then his gaze landed on a stunned Draco.
“What?” it was Blaise that broke the silence.
Sirius stood then and walked up to Ms. Zabini and hugged her. Her face showed her shock and surprise.
“I have a nephew.” Sirius whispered several times.
“You do.” She whispered back, her voice filled with awe at the acceptance. Regulus had spoken of his family with such fear. They would have been married had it not been for her lowly birth. She had been born to a wizard who had no fortune and her mother had been a squib, though she spent years burying her heritage after Blaise was born. She would not let the taint of bad blood hinder his chances. She was proud of her boy, and they saved each other over the years as she married to gain them position and money. She had no particular skills, and her beauty was all that she had at her disposal. So when Sirius hugged her and seem genuinely accepting, to say she was taken aback was an understatement. Regulus had not talked about his brother often, but she was aware of his family’s prejudices.
When Sirius released her, he looked cautiously at Blaise, tears falling at the idea of having some connection to his brother.
“Blaise, this is your uncle, Sirius Black.” Grace Zabini gestured towards Sirius.
Blaise’s eyes went wide, “As in the serial killer?”
“As in my cleared godfather.” Harry stated firmly.
Blaise looked between Harry and Sirius, then to Draco who only nodded with a smile on his face. Blaise erupted with laughter, startling all of them. He threw himself on the bed as his laugher took over his body. His mother was aghast at his display. Sirius was trying hard to hide the smile of mirth that was trying to break free. Harry on the other hand held nothing back and just laughed with the darker boy.
“So it seems, we are brothers of sorts, Harry.” Blaise finally said after he got his mirth under control.
“It would.” Harry said with a grin that made his otherwise rugged face look younger again.
Blaise stood then and crossed over to Sirius… “So seriously, I have an uncle who is named Sirius, is not a Serial killer, but is an awesome animagus… How cool is that?” Blaise stated casting his gaze towards Draco then back to Sirius. His own mouth twitched at his own joke.
Sirius’ eyebrow went up a bit at the last revelation.
“He can sense what kinds of power others have.” Harry supplied to Sirius.
Sirius pursed his lips, then nodded. He had heard of that trait in his family, but could not remember any particular family members that had it.
“You both are welcome at Grimmauld place anytime you wish it. And should you need of anything, let me know. Of course you will be expected at all family gatherings. This would now include the solstice celebration.” Sirius stated, his eyes shining.
Grace stood, her elegance and beauty seemed to flow with her. She crossed towards Harry, and let her hands take his.
“Thank you, I do know I owe you so much. I have a message just for your ears.” She said as she bent to whisper, “You may not see them, but they see you. They are so proud of you, and they asked me to pass on their love. And a gift.”
Harry’s eyes stung with unshed tears, his chest ached at her words. For a brief moment, when she hugged him, he could smell the scent of lilies and cedar. The scent was fleeting, but he knew it was familiar from long ago. As she let go, her eyes were sad for a moment.
Draco slipped his hand into Harry’s. The ache he felt was from the sense of loss that bled out of Harry for just a moment.
Blaise had decided to stay with his mother, after they both promised to attend the solstice dinner, in a fortnight.
Once back at the infirmary, Severus was just waking. At Sirius’ insistence, they convinced Madam Pomfrey to let Severus return to his quarters. Draco and Harry watched as Sirius and Severus left side by side from the infirmary. The two dark men managed fleeting touches, but still Severus swept out of the room cloak billowing around him as if nothing had changed. Harry extended the invitation to dinner to Draco’s parents, before they took their leave and found refuge in their own home.
Draco and Harry made their way to the door to their rooms. Once inside, Draco took the lead, not willing to wait until they made it to their cottage. He pushed Harry towards their bedroom, and was thankful that Harry just went along with it all. Once inside he pushed Harry onto the bed, and gave the man a quelling look.
“Now, I expect there to be no more almost dying, no more risking your life or that of our unborn children.” Draco stated, his hands on both his hips making him look more furious than he really was.
Harry would not argue with the direction his husband pushed him to and allowed himself to be flopped onto the bed. He was, however, taken aback by the look in Draco’s silver eyes. The words that followed made Harry grin. They also brought Harry back to the one piece of clarity… They were both pregnant. He got up from his spot on the bed and moved to kneel at Draco’s feet. He placed the side of his face against Draco’s abdomen, letting his hands snake around Draco’s midsection as he sighed and let the emotions of awe and love flood out of him through tears.
“How did I get so lucky?” Harry whispered, closing his eyes as the tears went from drops to streams.
Draco let his hand fall to sift through Harry’s inky hair. His own emotions were like a small boat in a large storm. Together they let their feelings flow between them, they cried and they sighed together. He reached down and drug Harry up and let the strong arms wrap around him.
They stood for a while until Draco’s head came up and he stared into the deep emerald orbs and smirked. He pushed Harry back on the bed and stalked towards his larger lover. Harry’s eyes never left his, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Tonight he would make sure he was branded on Harry’s soul. He climbed in between Harry’s legs and pressed himself fully against Harry’s body. The friction was amazing as it was burning. They gasped loudly together, as their bodies crackled with so much energy and their skin became so sensitive underneath it all. Draco let some of his newly discovered power flood into him. His touch was enough to disintegrate the clothing on Harry’s tanned body. He let the ice flood his fingertips as he traced a cool touch across Harry’s chest. Harry bucked under him, Harry’s skin flared like a heated blanket under him. Where he touched, he cooled, and Harry burned.
Harry could not get enough of the possessive look in Draco’s eyes. If dying is what brings this on, he just might pretend to die every day. The ferocity was beautiful, sexy and very arousing. The feel off Draco’s body against his ignited the fire within and the new cool touch was electrifying. They were two extremes melting and burning each other. Each touch made Harry’s body beg for more. Every stroke stoked his own fire and in return his skin flared to life, his magic coating him, bringing him further towards an almost painful arousal.
“Draco…” Harry whispered, his voice was a plea.
Draco smiled as he let his hand trail lower. He bypassed the now leaking cock, and started to encircle Harry’s entrance. He let his own power give him what he needed and he pressed further in and Harry’s gasps and movements made him feel powerful. He loved when Harry took care of him and made love to him, but times like this, he needed the power of taking Harry. He felt the power flood him, the electricity slid up his arm and flowed through his entire body as he plunged one cold finger into Harry, the heat sending shockwaves through him. His own arousal was strong and needed to feel the heat of Harry accepting him.
Harry was on edge, his body flaming to meet the coolness of Draco’s touch. He shifted his hips to take as much of Draco’s fingers as he could. The ice of the touch gave him a new sensation that made him nearly explode when Draco found his spot the first time. Harry just begged, for Draco to enter him. He begged with his eyes, his hands urged and his body let the flames dance across his skin.
Draco stopped his hand’s movement to take in the sight of pale blue flames sparking over Harry’s skin. He reached for one and the amazing power did not burn him, instead it seemed to soak into his own skin and flow inside his veins. He breathed deeper as the sparks in his veins ran down to his groin, burning him from the inside with an unquenchable passion. He let his hands trail down Harry’s legs as he brought them up and positioned himself. He steeled himself to the relentless pleasure that ripped through him as he pushed inside the volcanic heat.
“Harry….” His voice was a mere thread of whispers. The tightness was overwhelming. Yet Harry’s hands guided him through his numbing haze, and they found a rhythm together. Their eyes locked, and their bodies flaring with the power of flames and ice. Draco bent his head to capture lips that were calling out his name. He drank the sounds as his body exploded, filling Harry and soaking up Harry’s release between them.
Harry was awed by the way they fit, the way their powers danced when they connected. The ice that speared him was not uncomfortable, instead it was an electric shock that only seemed to melt deeply inside him, flowing through him. He guided Draco into a rhythm that was amazing and powerful, the angle let each stroke hit a spark inside him until the fire roared through his veins. He cried out only to have the sounds drowned in the heat of Draco’s tongue tangling with his own and then… The earth shook, the stars exploded and everything went white then black.
It was two days later that Harry gathered the Hogwarts staff into the meeting room. Many looked expectantly up at him, while others were still waiting for Albus to enter the room.
Harry shifted from one foot to another, nervously. He wondered how the staff will handle the change. He unfolded the letter in his hand, and began to read, as the staff turned to listen.
“My dear friends and colleagues,
          I have chosen to leave and let the new leaders come into their own. I will be taking a well-earned retirement, and hope our paths cross again in the beyond. I am leaving Minerva to continue in my stead, until the Board can appoint her or another worthy candidate in the post of Headmaster. I have assigned Severus Snape to move into the position of Deputy Headmaster. In doing so, I appoint Professor Sinistra as the new Slytherin Head of house, Severus can assist with the transition until the end of the year. I have appointed Professor Hagrid to the new Head of House for Gryffindor, with the help of Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Potter. Professor Potter will now present Professor Hagrid with a special gift.”
Harry put down the letter and walked over to Hagrid who was towering over him, his wiry hair almost blocking out the tears forming in his eyes. Harry pulled another paper from his pocket and presented it to Hagrid.
“Your umbrella if you please, Hagrid.” Harry stretched out his hand waiting.
Hagrid took the paper and reluctantly handed his umbrella to Harry. He opened the letter and read, by the second line he moaned and pulled Harry into one of the tightest hugs he had ever given. Even with his adult height, Harry still felt like a little child compared to the half-giant. He was muffled against a chest that was not a real pleasant smell, but he endured it. This day was long overdue for this man. It was as if the last burden he was carrying fell from his shoulders in that moment. He could see the images play out for him, in that moment. The striking figure that Hagrid made against the door of that old house when he was eleven, the compassion, and when the poor man had to carry his seemingly lifeless body to present to a crowd. He could feel the importance of Hagrid in his life as never before.
When Hagrid released Harry he wiped his eyes and his nose on his sleeve. He looked back at the letter. It was from the Minister of Magic, reinstating his wand.
Harry held the small pink umbrella, and ran his hand over the wood handle. He closed his eyes and pictured the wood opening and revealing it’s treasure. When he opened his eyes, the crack widened and there in lay the 16 inch oak wand. It was fully intact as Dumbledore had stated. Harry reached and took the wand, sealed the umbrella’s handle and handed both to Hagrid with a smile on his face.
“Anything, we are all at your disposal to teach you anything you want to learn that you have not already.” Harry said.
The entire staff room erupted in applause and cheers and Harry was again wrapped up into a tight hug.
Once things had died down, and Harry had been released, he finished the letter with a few minor details left on the running of the school. They shared in a tea and biscuits served by the house elves and the staff chatted with each other.
Sirius was happy with the news that Severus shared. He had meant to broach a certain subject with his husband long before this, but there just never seemed to be a good time.
Sirius watched as the shadows played over Severus’ pale features. The fire cast many shadows, each highlighted a new hard feature of Severus’ face. He stood and moved closer, kneeling at Severus’ feet, looking up into deep obsidian eyes.
“Have you ever thought about starting a family?” Sirius asked, hoping that he was not treading on dangerous ground. Severus never once mentioned a want or a need for children. In fact it seemed the man despised children from the way he talked about his students.
Severus was struck by the vulnerability in Sirius’ voice. He searched the grey eyes for the emotions behind the question, what did his love want. Could he see himself as a father? At the image of Sirius rounded with his child, his blood ran hot. He swallowed thickly and then reached to stroke his fingers through the soft dark curls of his lover’s hair. Sirius pregnant was a very sexy sight, but what of a child. Could he handle one of his own, or would the character of his father repeat itself within him.
“I… don’t know.” Severus answered honestly.
Sirius watched the dark eyes fill with want for a moment then there was a bit of fear. Who would not be afraid? Children were lives that depended on you for everything. Could he give that to a child? He sighed and let his hand trail up one cloth covered leg.
“We can figure it out later, we have forever.” Sirius offered.
Severus relaxed visibly, and tilted his lover’s head up. He moved to kneel before Sirius so they were on the same level. The beautiful look in his lover’s eyes was entrancing, the pure acceptance and trust. Yet right now his blood boiled, and he wanted to take and not be as gentle as what Sirius probably deserved. The beauty of his love, was the fact that Sirius seemed to give exactly what he needed, and nothing less. He stood then, letting his hand slide gently over Sirius’ jaw, then moved his hand into the silk tresses, and pulled harshly. As he dragged his love, the man pressed close against his body as they moved. Severus claimed that mouth harshly, he needed this power, this claim. He walked them backwards until Sirius’ back was against the edge of the sofa. He turned his love and pushed him to bend over the sofa’s edge. The pliability was so wonderful, that his cock was lurching for the anticipation. He let his wand burn a line in Sirius white shirt, the harsh smell of burning cloths and the wild spice of his love, mingled in the air. His fingers followed on flesh that his wand bared and soon his mouth was tasting the flesh before him. He knelt low, and spread apart the now bare cheeks of Sirius’ arse. The sight stilled him. The soft pink entrance clenched under his gaze, set against the white of sun starved flesh. He stood and muttered a quick charm as he smoothly entered the tight hole. He leaned forward to bit on the exposed shoulder. He was in heaven, and the more Sirius panted out his name, the more he pounded harder to fill his love with everything he had.
Sirius let his husband lead, and he was swept away in the pain and passion. Every inch of flesh that was tasted, made his body jump with pleasure. He felt the heat of Severus’ stare when his arse was opened. The pleasure coursed through his body as he the hot prick entered him, and when Severus bit down, all he could do was pant hard.
“Sev… Sev… Please… More.”
He was given exactly what he asked for, and his body hit the back of the sofa harder with each thrust. His eyes were clenched tight, yet he saw white with the force of the pleasure hitting him with each thrust. Severus’ breath was sending even more sensations through him as it covered the back of his neck, tingling his skin, and burning his blood. He lost it when Severus commanded him, there was no holding back, his scream of pure pleasure.
Severus struck harder with each thrust, holding tight to Sirius’ shoulders, nipping the skin, kissing and letting his head fall during his few slow thrusts. He felt like he was about to break into a million pieces.
“Cum for me my pet.” Severus whispered as he slammed in hard, nearly losing his grip on his own control.
The scream was his undoing, the sound ripped his release from him and he poured into his bent over lover, stream after stream. Once they were spent, he gathered his lover in his arms and took them off to the bedroom, for some needed rest.
Over the next few weeks, the school settled into a new rhythm. The Board confirmed Minerva as the new Headmistress. Though many wondered where the Headmaster had retired to. Only a few members were privy to the life news of a squib named Brian who was an excellent story teller and a candle maker off the coast of Scotland. Most of the students did not seem too phased with the change of staff. They slipped easily into their studies. It was as if a change had not really happened. The wizarding world as yet unaware of the goings on around them, and Harry was happy to keep it that way.
Harry did one thing though that he was not particularly happy about, but a promise is a promise. The night before the Solstice dinner, Harry sat down and talked to Rita Skeeter about his new position of Augur, and even let her take a picture for her article. She promised not to publish until after the Solstice. So Harry had just a little bit of time before the public went crazy.
Harry stared out of the window in his room at Grimmauld Place. The twilight of the sky was beautiful, the purples and blues were slowly merging into the darkness of black. He felt the arms that came around him, and peace seeped into him.
“Dinner is ready, are you?” Draco’s voice calmed him.
Harry nodded and turned in Draco’s arms. He let his world center on to this one man, for this one moment. They walked hand in hand down the stairs. Once they entered the dining room, Harry took in all the faces and smiled. This was his family, each person a piece that fits in his puzzle and the masterpiece that is his family.
At the head of the table Sirius Black sat, with Severus Snape to his right. On his left sat Grace Zabini and Blaise, followed by Pansy and her parents, then Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. The elder had his fresh bare arm resting against his wife’s. Next to Severus sat Hagrid in his oversized chair, with his hair combed back… well sort of. Next to Hagrid, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Fred and George, Ron and Hermione, and finally two seats were open at the foot of the table, one for Harry and the other for Draco next to his mother.
Harry held on tight to Draco’s hand as he asked with just his eyes if Draco was ready. He received a brilliant smile as he turned back to the crowd.
“We have an announcement.” Harry stated, and waited until all eyes were on them.
Draco looked at everyone and smiled, “We are both pregnant.”
In just a matter of seconds, the two men were surrounded by hugs, claps on the back, cheers and happy shouts. In that moment, Harry’s vision flashed like a fuzzy movie.
He saw the Hogwarts train filled with happy smiling students, a small blonde boy with silver eyes and a redheaded girl with shining green eyes. In the distance he saw another dark haired student clinging to Sirius Black. The boy was pale, and staring wide eyed at the red-haired girl with so much longing.
Harry smiled at the lot in front of him, and all around him. For the first time in forever, Harry felt like he belonged.
~Fin - Thank you all for reading and following allong on the journey. There will be an Epilogue, and it will appear in the next week or two. Please rate and if you have posted a review so far, I would love to hear from you again. If you have not posted a review and have reached the end... Please review also so I know what you think... Can't wait to hear from you all. This has been a year in the making. WOW.
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