Summary:
AU and EWE? when Harry, still in possession of the Elder Wand, has made a deal with Death and is now setting about his business and life after Voldemort. He's also collecting all the lovers he's had to hide over the years. It's a surprising bunch. Dom!Harry SLASH/HET parings
Pairings:
Harry Potter x Harry's Lovers(multiple)
Disclaimer:
I do not own any Harry Potter anything. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just like playing with Harry in my own little world of storyville. I make no money by writing this fanfiction. All original characters are my own.
Rating:
M – Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16, just to be safe.
WARNINGS: Slash. Fluff. Romance. OC's. OOCness. AU. Other warnings will be added as I see fit.
The survivors quieted as Mrs. Weasley tapped enthusiastically on her unbreakably charmed wine glass to garner everyone's attention. The victory banquet was a success, even if things were still a mess and would take a long time to clean up.
They were alive and that was all that mattered during such times. She beamed proudly at her redheaded brood, all of them strong—scarred—but strong enough to make it through the war, relatively unscathed. She wasn't going to think about Percy's scars, Bill's werewolf tendencies, Charlie's grey hairs or George's missing ear. No, she was going to focus on that wonderful, brilliant boy who had been their pillar of hope and symbol of the fight.
"Quiet, quiet!" she called, waiting as the final chatter died down. "Harry, dear, would you like to speak now?"
"Now's fine, Aunty Molly," Harry said, warmly. "Thank you."
A smattering of applause went around the magically enlarged table as Harry gracefully rose to his feet. He touched his wand hand to his throat—the Elder Wand carefully hidden beneath his jumper sleeve—and cast a sonorous so he would be heard clearly across the giant tent.
"First of all, I would like to thank you—all of you," he began. "For your assistance. Your heart, your courage, your magic—for taking a stand against a monster that would have destroyed everything that we hold dear." He took a deep breath. "It has been many years, many battles and that is why, I will not keep you from the first peaceable meal we have had in a while."
A wave of laughter rippled through the captive audience.
Harry cracked a smile. "But I am glad to see your faces and I will always remember you and your stories." An air of maturity had settled over him as he spoke, somehow causing him to appear several years older than what his actual age would appear. Battling against pure evil using a wand crafted by Death, could do that to a person, it seemed.
Ron grinned proudly and Hermione shared a smile with him, their hands joined beneath the table. They were proud of him and relieved to have the battle over with too.
"That said, I don't want to overshadow the day. This is everyone's day and I want everyone to enjoy it, so please—go out with your families, your friends, your lovers—whoever you have in your life that you treasure and celebrate. There's a lot of work ahead, but together—you'll do just fine."
Hermione's brow wrinkled as she gave a small frown. Something about Harry's phrasing was beginning to bother her.
"It's been a long, thankless war," Harry's vivid forest-green eyes glittered in the afternoon light. "I'm tired-"
Hermione's hand flew to her mouth and she popped up from her chair. "Harry, no-!" She started to say, awkwardly jerking Ron up with her, where their hands were joined.
But it was almost as if he'd expected her protest, because he turned to her with a smile that perfect and bittersweet. "You will always be my friend, Hermione," he said, warmly. "And you'll always be my best mate, Ron."
Ron blinked, looking between Harry and Hermione, before he nodded, a touch uncertain. It looked as if whatever he was about to say was stuck in his throat and he didn't know how to get it out.
"But I'm tired. Very tired. I need some time alone—maybe for a very long time. I want to ask you all to please just—let me go. Don't try to find me. Don't try to come with me—you have lives, needs, wants and dreams of your own. I have some of mine to fulfill. Maybe if you make a habit in vacationing in the same spot every year or something, our paths will cross sooner than later."
Mrs. Weasley's eyes brimmed with tears. "Surely you'll visit, Harry-dear?" She asked, her voice cracking. It seemed that she was just barely holding herself together. Harry was practically one of her own.
Harry's smile held that strange, sad quality that had often been reflected in his eyes when he quoted his favorite line—'sometimes good people have to do bad things, because there's no one else to do it.'
"I'll try," he said, just for her. "Take care."
He canceled the sonorous charm and his hand dropped back to his side. He smiled at them all—happy, carefree and innocent—then there was a barely audible pop and Harry James Potter disappeared.
The uproar took a moment to happen.
It didn't take long for Hermione to dash across the yard to where Harry had been sitting with some of their other Hogwarts friends, the Patil twins, Luna Lovegood, Seamus, Dean and Ginny. The other Weasleys had taken up an entire table with Ginny spilling over along with Bill and Fleur. Harry had just picked their table and struck up a conversation.
Now that Hermione was close enough to examine his chair, she saw that he'd cleaned his plate and removed his magical signature. Her stomach twisted and churned as she remembered the awful fight and the odd smile on his face when he'd privately shared that he intended to keep the Elder Wand.
Ron had been speechless to argue, because the look on Harry's face at that point had even shut up Hermione. She'd seen something there that had only lurked in shadows before.
The rest of their mismatched, surviving family did not handle the disappearance very well. Remus was torn between comforting him and an emotional Tonks, cradling a sleeping Teddy in her arms.
Hermione bit her lip and sank down in the grass, tangling her fingers among the green strands. She tried to think back to walking through the crowded hospital wing and remembering the pale faces and still forms. She was almost sure that some of the faces at the tables today had passed beneath Death's shadow, yet here they were. At first, she'd thought that perhaps Harry had done something-after all, he had insisted on keeping the Elder Wand and refused to say why or what he would do with it.
Not wanting to nag him, she'd reluctantly shut her mouth. But last night, she'd heard Harry cry himself to sleep, rocking back and forth, his head clutched in his hands.
She'd caught a few muttered phrases of "I'm sorry" and "it's my price to pay" before he'd literally pulled himself together, wiped away the tears and emotions, then presented himself as the calm individual who had just given such a startling announcement only minutes ago. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him put himself together, what they'd lived through was something that children shouldn't have had to spearhead.
Oh, but Harry! She'd felt as if he were building up to something for weeks, but in the rush to find the horocruxes and such, she hadn't been able to focus on such subtle nuances. He'd seemed fine. Ron hadn't. She'd had to focus to keep them all together.
Now she wished she had.
Ron came to stand behind her and after a moment, he knelt in the grass beside her, cautiously taking one of her hands in his. "H-he's not coming back, is he?" He asked, his voice small and young.
Hermione turned to bury her face in his nearby shoulder. She shook her head, once. Her heart could cry yes, but her logical mind knew the truth. "No, Ron. I don't think he is."
A/N: This is one of my new stories that I came up with while traveling, after receiving a PM asking if I could write a Dom!Harry, but with a different creature type. I'm going to try my hand at it and see where it ends up. Like my other stories, this will not have a specific update schedule, just whenever I have the time to write and post a chapter. I don't think it'll be too long, as I have an ending in sight. Features a Dom!Harry and a lot of unusual OC-ish lovers of sort of canon-characters?
We'll mostly be spending time with Harry though, so don't worry about the rest of the characters here. Yes, some of them like Remus, Tonks and Fred are alive, 'cause I don't want them dead. lol. This story will be a sweet, fluffy type of romance, with a very kind and playful Dom!Harry. Enjoy the madness!This is just for fun. Thanks for reading!~Scion