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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Harry finished his toast and sat with a cup of tea, sipping it slowly as he went through the plans for today. They’d get to the Manor and change, and there would be a note from Lucius telling Harry where they were to meet, since he hadn’t quite decided before he left for the Manor.

The wedding would be taking place in one of the main gardens, albeit not the rose garden, where Lucius had married Narcissa. It would be in one of the other gardens, though. Harry hadn’t really seen much of the gardens yet, even with his precognitive dreams and the one where Lucius had given him a tour of the Manor, since he’d concentrated on the wing his bedroom was in.

After they met up, they’d walk to the altar. The Ministry Official would likely say something cliché and trite about love and marriage, and then would cast the purity spell on Harry and Lucius. It would prove Harry’s virginity (as well as Lucius’ lack) and they’d move on to the vows, which wizards and witches termed ‘promises.’ Lucius would give his first, then Harry would give his.

Harry felt his stomach clench at the thought. He was no good at public speaking, and he got even worse under stress.

“Guys, what if I forget what I’m supposed to say once we’re up there and it’s time?!” He asked in an undertone.

Ginny groaned, rolling her eyes. “And here I thought we’d escape this meltdown. Silly me.” She said lightly. “Harry, listen: you’re not going to forget because you’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. You’re ready. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve got your planned promises memorized, don’t you?” She checked.

Harry flushed. “Well, yeah, but what if I draw a blank once I’m in front of everyone? It happens sometimes!”

Hermione patted his shoulder. “It won’t happen to you, Harry. I firmly believe that.” She said simply. “You just need to have faith in yourself.”

Harry took a deep breath, then shook his head. “I’m actually getting married today.” He muttered.

Ginny snorted. “We know.” She said in amusement.

Harry smiled widely. “I’m getting married to Lucius.” He said, sounding slightly dazed.

Neville nodded. “Congratulations.” He said mildly.

Severus, who was walking past their table on his way toward the Entrance Hall, stopped behind Harry. “I’d suggest heading outside before your Portkeys activate.” He said evenly. “Just a friendly word of advice.”

The four students got up in a hurry and headed outside. They clustered together as their Portkeys activated and the world spun past in a dizzying whirl of colours.

Harry stumbled as he landed, and grabbed onto the nearest person for support, sending both him and Ginny to the ground.

“Oof!” Ginny landed half-below Harry. “Hi. Help me up?” She asked.

Harry got up and helped her find her feet again. “Sorry about that.” He said sheepishly.

Ginny smiled. “No harm done.” She looked around. “I assume we’re meant to change behind that?” She asked, pointing to the screen depicting mermaids luring sailors to their deaths.

“Yeah, looks that way.” Harry said.

Ginny and Hermione went behind the screen and began changing.

Harry, Ron and Neville stripped and began pulling on their robes.

After a few moments, they heard Hermione huff. “Really?!” She asked after Ginny murmured something.

“Yes, it’s traditional, don’t shoot the messenger.” Ginny said a bit louder.

“Honestly.” Hermione said.

The boys traded concerned glances and decided it wasn’t really all that important to know what she was irritated about this time.

Once they were all dressed, the girls came out from behind the screen. Ron and Neville smiled at seeing their girlfriends in the robes.

“Those look good on you two.” Neville said, admiring Ginny.

Ron nodded. “They really do.” He said, giving Hermione a kiss.

Harry smiled. “Alright, hang on a sec…” He looked around and saw the note he was looking for sitting on a table. He picked it up and opened it.

‘Lily Garden. Tippy will show you where we’re to meet.’

Harry smiled. Lucius had a Lily Garden? That was the perfect place for them to marry!

“Tippy?” Harry called out softly.

The house-elf appeared with a ‘pop.’ “Hello, Harry Sir!” The elf said, clearly remembering Harry from the island. “Master says to bring you to the Lily Garden! Come, come!” The elf led the way and the teens were led outside through a side door.

“Master will be out very soon! He bes heading this way now!” The elf assured the group before disappearing with another soft ‘pop.’

Harry felt nerves overtake him again. He felt nearly sick by the time the door opened and Severus stepped out. Jasper and the girls followed him, and after them came Lucius.

As soon as Harry saw his fiancé standing there in the dark purple robes, his worries eased. Why was he worried? There was no reason to be; this was the day he’d been looking forward to for a long time!

He barely even noticed the others being led to the altar as his attention was firmly on Lucius.

“Shall we?” The man asked, offering his arm.

Harry took the arm and shared a smile with the man as they headed for the altar together.

They got there and the Officiator smiled at them both.

“We are gathered here today to join together two exceptional men in the bonds of marriage.” He announced.

Harry held back a sigh. Lucius’ smile took on a note of amusement with the situation.

The man said a few more sentences that neither Lucius nor Harry were paying attention to.

The man lifted his wand and Harry only had a second to realize that the purity spell was about to be cast before it was cast, and his body was encased in a soft glow. Harry blushed as it faded.

Lucius’ attention was firmly on Harry until the Officiator said, “Lucius, as the Suitor and senior partner in the bond, will you give to Harry your promise?”

Lucius took both of Harry’s hands in his own and met his eyes, his own full of happiness and sincerity. “I promise to always be a resource you can call upon, if ever you need advice, a second opinion, or just someone to talk to. I promise to always be available when you need me, no matter what I must put aside to make you my priority. I promise to take you on vacation at least once a year, as I’ve noticed you have a habit of overworking yourself when left to your own devices. I promise to love you forever, never letting you doubt that my heart is, and will always be, yours. I promise to always be faithful to you, never straying.” He finished.

The Officiator looked a bit surprised by the last two sentences, but quickly rallied. “Harry, will you give to Lucius your promise?” He asked.

Harry gave Lucius’ hands a squeeze. “I promise to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I promise that I will make our bedroom a safe haven, never bringing a fight or disagreement in there, leaving all discord at the door to allow us to reconnect, even when we cannot see eye-to-eye. I promise that I will come to you first before I do something even I can tell is reckless, and I will talk to you about any other options I may have. I promise to always love you more than anyone save our children. I promise to always be faithful to you. I promise that when your time comes, I will be there with you, ready to leave this world behind, because I cannot see myself going on without you.”

The Officiator raised his wand and pronounced: “Veneficus ut veneficus, vita ut vita, animus ut animus, redimio lemma ut suum spondeo.” (Magic to magic, life to life, soul to soul, bind them to their promises.)

Suddenly, the world around them melted away.

A young girl was crying at a funeral, when a teenage boy sat beside her. She leaned into him for strength, and the boy wrapped his arms around her. As soon as the girl was of age, the two bound their souls together.

Two women met in the workplace and, disregarding office etiquette, began seeing each other. A few years later, they were deeply in love and bound their souls.

A boy woke up on his seventeenth birthday, catching the scent of his mate. He raced out of his bedroom and ran into the kitchen to find his mate, the source of the wonderful smell—his father.

Harry and Lucius came back to themselves and Harry flushed at the implications of that last scene. Mated to your own father?! How did that even happen?!

Lucius noticed Harry’s fiercely burning cheeks and smiled. “I’ll explain it to you later. It happens sometimes.” He assured Harry in an undertone, holding his hand out to Severus for Harry’s ring.

He took the ring and slid it onto Harry’s finger. “Take this ring as a symbol of our binding, and accept my heart as yours.” He said solemnly.

Harry held out his hand behind him and felt Hermione’s fingertips brush against his palm as she set the ring dead centre.

Harry brought his hand around and slid the ring onto Lucius’ finger. “Take this ring as a symbol of our binding, and accept my heart as yours.” He returned.

“Will those you have asked to stand with you now bless the union we have witnessed today?” The Officiator asked.

The eight raised their wands as one and cast the spell, and a rainfall of silver sparks cascaded over Lucius and Harry, who shivered as the sparks touched their skin, dissipating with a tingle of magic.

Harry gasped as Lucius suddenly dipped him and claimed his mouth.

There were a few catcalls, most likely from Harry’s side, as Harry clung to the man, eagerly accepting the kiss.

They straightened and Lucius smirked. “How was that for our first kiss as husbands?” He asked. “Satisfactory?” He checked.

Harry flushed. “I’m going to kill you later, you know that, right?” He muttered.

Lucius chuckled. “We’ll see.” He said lightly. “Now, let’s dance.” He said, leading Harry to the area that was cleared for dancing. “Now that we’re finally able to talk, I noticed that you were rather shocked at one of the scenes of our pasts together. Would you like to begin the discussion, or should I?” Lucius asked, leading Harry through the steps of the waltz that was playing.

Harry flushed. “How could a father and son be mates?” He asked. “It just doesn’t make sense.” He said, bewildered.

Lucius chuckled. “It does sometimes happen.” He assured the brunet. “You may not have noticed, but it was a Veela bond, which is always very person-specific. There is one perfect match out there for a Veela, and they are always Soul Mates.” He said softly.

“But a parent shouldn’t—“

Lucius laid a finger against his lips to silence him. “I wasn’t done, Love. Listen. I’ll get there.” He said with a fond smile. “Occasionally, a Veela will be unable to find their mate, and they’ll marry another, and have a child with them. Sometimes there will be a child without a marriage, although that, in our world, is not exactly the done thing.” He continued. “Now, it’s rare, but sometimes they will end up creating their own mate purely on accident. No one has been able to tell why two soul mates would be born into the same family, but occasionally, it does happen, and all the two can do is deny themselves, no matter the strength of the draw they must feel. When it happens between Veela, it’s frowned upon, but the mating urge is strong enough to overpower familial bonds entirely. In most cases, the other parent will be either dead or divorced from the Veela parent, as those that did not bond with their Veela are usually dissatisfied with the relationship, and the bonded Veela pair will travel to another country to be together, lying about their relation to one another in order to marry. I know it seems wrong to you, and that’s entirely acceptable to feel, but what you must understand is that we, in this lifetime, have no idea how life shaped the people we once were. We got glimpses, that’s all, and no one needs to know what they contained if we don’t feel like sharing. Most couples never do. Past lives are a very private matter. Don’t be ashamed of what you have no control over.” He advised.

Harry nodded. “Alright. I still don’t quite understand, but I’ll just let it go. It’s not that important, anyway.” He allowed.

Lucius shrugged. “If that’s what you need to do, by all means, put it from your mind. We won’t have to deal with anything like that in our lives, so it hardly matters.” He said.

Harry nodded resolutely. “I intend to.” He said flatly.

Lucius chuckled and pulled him closer. “My beautiful husband. I can’t wait for tonight. I’ll finally get to have you under me.” He was whispering into Harry’s ear now, as they swayed to the music gently. “I fully intend to have you begging and delirious with pleasure before we’re done.”

Harry flushed. “Lucius!” He hissed, looking around at the other couples dancing with them.

Lucius chuckled. “No one heard me, don’t worry so much.”

When the song ended, Lucius led Harry off to the side and kissed his hands gently. “I need to go speak to Jasper, as he seems to be digging himself a rather deep grave, if the look on Annabelle’s face is to be believed. I’ll be back soon.” He promised.

Harry sighed heavily and collapsed into a chair.

Within seconds, he was joined by Fred and George.

“Heya, Harry!” Fred said, slinging an arm over Harry’s shoulders. “How’s being married treating you so far?” He asked.

Harry chuckled. “Since I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, I’ll take a rain check on answering that.”

“A what, now?” George asked.

Harry just shook his head with a fond smile. “I’ll answer that later, alright?” He clarified.

“Fair enough.” George accepted the delay. Then, he smiled. “So, want to dance?”

Fred glared at him. “If he dances with you, I’m next.” He demanded.

Harry laughed. “Fine, I’ll dance with you both.” He accepted and let George pull him onto the dance floor.

*****

After dancing with Fred and George he was led back to his seat, where Molly and Arthur found him. They offered their congratulations.

“I suppose it’s one way to end a feud, joining the two families in marriage.” Arthur commented.

Molly tittered. “About two or three hundred years ago, it was quite the done thing, Dear, wasn’t it?” She added. She’d obviously gotten into the champagne.

Lucius showed up just as Arthur was about to answer, with a glass of champagne in each hand. He handed one to Harry, with the words, “Sip it. You’re not getting drunk at our wedding. And don’t worry, there’s no grapes in this; it’s cherry wine.” He then took note of who Harry had been talking to. “Arthur.” He nodded to the man. “Molly. I’m glad you could come. It’s past time to put all the bad blood between us in the past, I think.” He said evenly.

Arthur returned the nod.

“Of course we came.” Molly said in a slightly affronted tone. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world! Harry’s as good as another son to us.”

Lucius smiled, reaching down to lay a hand on the back of Harry’s neck in a comforting gesture. “I’m glad he has you. For all his fame and adulation, he truly doesn’t have enough people that really see who he is, and love him for it.”

Harry ignored the flush on his cheeks at those words and took an inordinate interest in his wine, trying to ignore the conversation above him.

Lucius noticed and looked down. “And it would appear we’ve managed to embarrass him, so I’ll take this opportunity to worsen it.” He said lightly, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him to his feet. “Come, let’s go meet the Minister for Magic.”

Harry groaned softly. “Do we have to?” He asked Lucius as the man led him toward a cluster of men that were talking in loud voices.

“Yes, we have to, and don’t make me look bad, please.” Lucius muttered. “Pretend to be interested, at the very least. You don’t have to say much, just be there and look interested in what he says to you. Fake it if you must.” He added.

Harry sighed. “Fine.”

Lucius shot him a grateful glance as they neared the group.

Harry readied himself for boredom of the worst kind.

There will be an interlude posted either later today or tomorrow.
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