I own neither Harry Potter series not The Song of Fire and Ice series and this is just an expression of fiction hence the reason it is posted on . The main pairing will be slash however the story is not completely about sex. If this angers you or you feel you cannot handle it please exit this story as no matter how many comments or messages you make it will not change. This disclaimer holds for every subsequent chapter even if it is not included in the chapter. Thank you and enjoy.
I know this is also under SarcasticWinchester720 as Dragon's and Death. My computer fucked up so I had to make a new account. I am not plagiarizing it because it's my own work and I swear to god if any of you fuckers get me kicked off here for saying it I will hunt you down and make your lives hell like the Slytherin I am. Not really I kinda am a little bit of a Hufflepuff on the inside but just don't do it.
The war was over. The Death Eater Trials were now done and he'd been hand-picked by the Ministry for the Auror program which was starting in just a few weeks and he was excited to start the rest of his life after Hogwarts. He and Ginny were looking for a place to live out of all the places he'd been left by his parents and Sirius. They'd already decided against the large drafty Potter manse that had been his family's ancestral home and hand decided to have the goblins go through Grimmauld Place for anything of worth both sentimental and momentary before burning the place down. He'd already given Ginny his mother's engagement ring he'd found in the Potter family vault and asked her to marry him a couple of weeks after Fred's funeral. It wasn't a romantic proposal but it did the trick none the less. The Weasley's were very happy about the marriage and Ronald had followed his lead and asked Hermione to marry him buying the engagement ring with money from the Order of Merlin he had been given for his role in the war. Ron was much more romantic in his proposal, taking Hermione to the Great Library of Alexandria, the magical section which unlike the muggle section was still up and running having never declined or burnt, and asking her there after spending the day watching her lose herself in ancient scrolls.
Harry had also gone to great lengths to ensure that everyone who had contributed to winning the war was recognized including the long time dungeon bat and second most hated professor (after Umbridge of course, though Lockhart came very close but still remained his third most hated), Severus Snape. He had copied and given the memories from Snape to both the ministry and the press proving beyond a doubt his innocence and ensured that a portrait was placed within the headmaster's office in Hogwarts and had the Order of Merlin he'd received post-humorous placed into the cement of the tombstone and used the money to fund the funeral. Hermione had help him and Ron study to take their NEWTs at the ministry and both had passed well enough to become Aurors. It was an interesting conundrum; Harry hated the government but was working to become part of them. He supposed part of his thought process was to ensure he became part of the government knowing that he would never allow himself to be as corrupt as so many of the previous administration had been.
September first came quickly, Harry and Ronald stood at the alter waiting for their brides to walk down the aisle on their father's arm. The music started to play notes wafting softly in the air and Ginny and Hermione walked on their respective father's arms down the grassy isle formed between the seats of the guests on the grounds of Potter Manor.
Beside Harry, Harry could see that Ron was fighting of tears at the sight of his soon to be wife. Harry fought off the feeling that he was doing something wrong as he looked at his own soon to be wife. She was beautiful in a snow-white A-line wedding dress her fire red hair done up in curls that were pinned with white pearls on very pale blue ribbon he'd given to her mother to serve as something old and something blue from his vault. He could see her blue eyes and smile piercing him through her veil and fought off the urge to apperate away. It was almost an itch, as though he knew something was wrong but couldn't put his finger on it. This was what he was supposed to be doing right? It was what was expected of him.
He looked over to take in Hermione. She was wearing a dress of the same white in a more elegant sheath style making her look taller and showing off her petite hourglass figure. Her usually bushy hair had been straightened before being loosely curled and pinned away from her face to fall down her back. Harry could see the way she looked at Ron and the way he looked back at her. They were in love.
He looked back at Ginny and he couldn't see the same on her face. He doubted it was on his own either. To him it looked as if Ginny was proud of something. Proud of him perhaps? It was too late to keep questioning as her father set Ginny on his arm. He couldn't not do this, just thinking about what it would do to the Weasley's not to mention it would ruin Ron and Hermione's wedding. He tried to find the love within himself that caused him to want to marry Ginny in the first place but he just couldn't. Not the kind of love that was needed anyway. He loved her, but more like a younger sibling or a best friend, not someone he was to marry or love physically. He swallowed hard at the realization that the only reason he had proposed to Ginny was because it was expected of him and it was safe. It was too late to turn back now however. He might not love her immediately but he could in time right?
He heard Ron whisper to Hermione and flipped Ginny's own veil before telling her she looked beautiful. It wasn't untrue it was just that Harry wasn't sure if that mattered anymore. He just didn't understand, maybe it was just cold feet? That was a thing, right? That's what it must be; once it was over he'd feel less uncertain he just had to get through it right now love would come later.
A Year and a Half Later
Harry was returning to his barely used office to write a report on his latest assignment. He'd been working with the Unspeakables for almost eight months now. He'd been recruited before he'd even worked a full year as an Auror. When he'd been approached about the possibility of becoming a Hit Wizard with the Unspeakables, he'd immediately spoken to Ginny and his friends about it before jumping at the opportunity. Hit Wizards were the elite; the wizarding world perceived them as basically one men armies. He'd thought Ginny would oppose it more, much like she had in the beginning about his hours as an Auror and how he was never home. His hours now were even worse. He worked a fourteen day on ten day off shift often working sixteen to eighteen-hour days when he was on. The pay however was significantly better. Ginny herself worked as a substitute member of the Wollongong Warriors, and as such had much better hours.
He was happy though. He learned something everyday but unlike school it was on his terms. He thought 'Mione would have done well as an Unspeakable but even if she wasn't a Hit Witch like Harry if she wasn't so in love with her job as a Minority Advocate.
The training he had to go through was much more rigorous than the training progress he had to endure in the Auror Program. He was a Hit Wizard. To the wizarding world Hit Wizards were the elite police force that served the ministry through the Unspeakables. In reality they were whatever was needed whenever it was needed. Every Hit Witch and Wizard could wear the masks of, soldier, spy, assassin and many others with equal ability. Harry himself specialized in wet work and espionage. He was who they sent when they need information secretly or needed someone to go away quietly. After the war he'd had to let go of the black and white worldview he'd held for the majority of his life.
He'd had to display knowledge in poisons and antidotes, both magical and mundane, and their use in the field. He'd become quite an adept hand at both. In fact one of his favorite methods of assassination was to overdose his victim with Draught of the Living Death. It was made to be untraceable. In the right amounts a person could be put into stasis and revived but with an overdose they looked as though they dropped dead, much like the killing curse only without the leftover traces of magic. He'd been trained in wandless magic which came to him quite easily in comparison to his fellow trainees. He believed it had something to do with his large core and ownership of the Elder Wand, not that he alerted anyone that he owned it.
He'd trained in the use of physical weapons along with his magic. He'd excelled with smaller easier hidden blades like daggers and throwing knives and could duel wield a short sword and in his off hand and a longer dagger in his other. He was also good with a bow and displayed perfection in training with a sniper rifle and handguns. His favorite weapon had to be the beautiful short sword his mother had wielded as a Hit Witch in training. She'd never finished her training before her and his father had gone into hiding, but while Harry looked much like his father, due to the abuse of the Dursleys and his own genetics he had the smaller willowy frame of his mother. It's not something most men liked to admit but it often worked for his purposes, plus with his magic always active around him it made him seem bigger and stronger than he physically was.
Fighting and killing wasn't the only thing he learned. He learned how to hunt in order to provide his own food in the wild both magical and with muggle means. He learned economics and politics, the basics of how the everyday world now ran. He learned about power and the perception of power and how to use it to his advantage. It helped that he got hands on training running his Wizmagot seats through Andromeda. The woman took care of his godson and the everyday affairs of the Wizmagot seats, but they met bi-monthly to go over major decisions. Harry had inherited the Potter and Peverell seats from his father, of which there was three, one from the Potters and two from the Peverell's. The Black seats minus the one given to Narcissa as part of her dowry, numbered four. He'd taken by right the seat that was given to the Lestrange's as part of Bellatrix's dowry. He'd actually managed to claim that one, taking it away from Narcissa and Lord Malfoy who had been using it after Bellatrix's death during the Battle of Hogwarts by claiming breach of contract. He'd found the original betrothal contract in one of the vaults Sirius had left him while trying to organize it and found a clause that clearly stated that a child was to be born of the union at a minimum of five years after the official bonding. It was one of the first moves he made that hadn't been completely black and white.
He learned about espionage games. He learned how to navigate by the stars. He learned magical healing as well as muggle emergency first aid and could perform field surgery with little more than his wand knife and the environment around him if someone was hurt in the field.
Unlike the Aurors however, Hit Wizards worked alone rather than in partners. On the day he completed training he'd had to write his friends and family a letter. Contrasting to the Aurors though it was not a letter to tell them he was sorry he got hurt and he loved them but instead a suicide note so that the missions of Hit Wizards were never compromised. He'd also had to take a Wizarding Oath to never reveal the true nature of the Hit Wizard Organization or the Unspeakables under whom they served. He was surprised at how easily he'd been able to do so. But to be honest his marriage hadn't been the greatest even though they'd been married for less than two years and it had affected his friendship with Ron.
He tried his best with his marriage however. Even if he wasn't certain he loved Ginny anymore, if he ever had. He made sure that he always celebrated birthdays and anniversaries and tried to plan things for his days off to do together but even then, the spark just wasn't there, at least on his side. Ginny seemed to be almost too enthusiastic, as if she was trying to fill the space where his own enthusiasm was supposed to be filled. He tried though, to stubborn to say that it was over. The fear of losing the closest thing he actually had as family. He was never tempted to stray though, too caught up to work and unwilling to mar his honor despite noticing the pleasing figures of many of his colleagues.
It was only three o'clock in the evening when he finished his report and he closed up his office, and made his way towards his boss's office.
"Hey Riker, I've got the finished report on the Narcissus job here," said Harry to the taller man after he knocked on the open office door.
"Perfect. Just set it on the side here and you're free to go. I've got nothing for you that can't wait till tomorrow so take the day off early," answered Christopher Riker. Harry gave a small nod as he set the tied roll of parchment on the side of Riker's desk.
"Thanks," said Harry as he left moving through the department of Mystery's as he made his way to the elevators. Soon enough he was outside on the muggle street making his way down to the outdoor grocers he knew operated nearby. He figured he'd make dinner for tonight as a way to wind down. Cooking was one of the few events he enjoyed despite the Dursley's most likely because he was able to eat his own food now. It also served as a stress reliever and it wasn't hard to make it more romantic, which he had often done to spark up some of that missing love.
It wasn't hard for Harry to physically make love to Ginny and in the beginning of their marriage they had done so often. They had remained on birth control because as Ginny had once said, 'she had no wish to be her mother and wanted to have a career'. Harry was easily able to respect that. He wasn't sure he'd actually be able to stay with Ginny if she ever became her mother. Not that he didn't want kids, it was just that the imaging was just too scary to think of. No physical love wasn't a problem it was just, well that was all it was.
Harry sighed and looking about he decided on skillet seared salmon with garlic and lemon butter sauce. Purchasing the fresh salmon and lemon he apperated to the smaller manor he owned with Ginny. They had both thought that the Potter Manor was too big and empty for just the both of them and had moved here instead. It was a building on the Potter Manor grounds yet out of sight of the main building. It was usually used to house the more distant relatives of the Potters but as the last of his family and Andy wishing to remain in her old home they used it for themselves. As he walked up the front step he picked a few sprigs of fresh parsley he had growing in a pot with a few other herbs curtesy of Neville who was currently apprenticing at Hogwarts under Madam Sprout.
When he entered the house, it was quiet and he assumed that he was home alone or that Ginny was in the master bedroom which had a permanent silencing charm on it for when guests stayed. One could hear what happened outside the room while inside but not the other way around. Harry himself was a bit of an exhibitionist, something he'd never felt the need or want to share with Ginny. Not to mention the wizarding world was very 'vanilla' when it came to sex. In fact the seduction classes that Harry had been required to take as a Hit Wizard were based loosely off of cliché muggle movies not that they didn't often work nonetheless, but Harry got amusement from it.
Harry quickly put away the fish he'd bought in the stasis cupboard having to move quite a few things to have room, before putting the parsley in a small dish of water till he needed it before making his way up the stairs to let Ginny know he was home. He didn't think she had practice today as it was Monday and her practices usually fell on Tuesday's and Thursday's while game day was Saturday or Sunday.
The bedroom door was ajar and he peeked in to see if she was home and stopped dead. The door was just open enough that he got the full view of his wife riding Cormac McLaggen's cock.
He was livid. He knew their marriage was cordial and sometimes cold but they had good times and he'd never once touched another woman or a man for that matter as he thought himself bisexual but had never really figured out. He almost went in and confronted her but his slytherin side and the hit wizard mindset he'd learned stopped him. Instead he stepped back, made his way back down the stairs and out of the house.