Author's Note: Another fanfiction based upon an RP. This time it's Harry and Draco's wedding. This goes along with The End and The Aftermath
Key facts: Padfoot is a dog. Teddy Lupin is their adopted son. Tadah. Informed.
It was the perfect setting, the stars dotting the sky, wind rustling the leaves. It was just them, that was all they needed. Each man stood in white, hands grasped together, as they gazed into the eyes of the one they loved more than anything else in the world. Close by, the young blue haired boy sat with his loyal guardian in the form a large black dog. It had only taken moments, the soft sharing of vows, the tender kiss, and their fate was sealed. Harry Potter had married Draco Malfoy.
Nothing had ever felt so right in his entire life, nothing than standing their, fingers laced with his husband's. He had not wanted a big wedding, he did not want anyone there other than those who he considered family, only Teddy and Padfoot. Not Ron, not Hermione. He hadn't told them that he was even engaged to Draco, he didn't want to know what they would think. Did it even matter to him anymore? It didn't… Not so long as he had him.
The stars had been witnessed to the most cherished of ceremonies for the wizards who had lost so very much from the war. From war, from the lives they had lead up till that point, their bond had grown to the point where nothing could break it. No one could tear it apart.
Their lips touched for a brief moment, just enough reassurance that they both needed that it had happened, that it was no longer a faint dream that lurked within their hearts and minds. Harry's gaze returned to the stars, watching the twinkling lights till he felt Draco squeeze his hand. He glanced at him, his husband and his son, now in Draco's arms. "Let's go home Harry…"
The loving smile that formed on the vetern's lips lit up his eyes, his heart swelled with nothing but love. "Let's go home…" he whispered back, the fingers on his free hand wrapping around the leather leash attached to Padfoot's collar.
The young family, the Boy Who Lived, the former Death Eater, the orphaned metamegamorph, and the loyal dog left, vanishing from the spot near Godric's Hallow. It had been perfect it had been simple. That was all Harry had ever wanted. After anything, he could finally have a truly blissfully happy smile, and the life that he had so longed for.
His fairytale ending.
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