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Chapter 2: Ringed, Rejuvenating
Harry Potter had experienced a fair variety of different kinds of pain in his life. His upbringing had made him no stranger to misery, and his challenges at Hogwarts had shown him a whole new set of meaning to it. He had suffered broken bones and had them healed, and he'd felt a poison starting to break him apart from the inside before receiving a cure that slowly alleviated the symptoms though thankfully stopping the poison from spreading any further. He had been cursed at and faced the soul-chilling horror of dementors, but this was something new.
Harry Potter had a hangover, and this was no simple one-night party variety but a headmaster of all headaches for him. The pounding in his skull reminded him of the dragon he had to fight in the tri-wizard tournament, for it felt like one was trying to scratch and claw its way out of his skull from the inside, and the nausea that came along with it wasn't helping. Groggily trying to sit up on his bed, he felt shaky and light-headed even before he chose to try and get up on his feet.
His eyesight was blurry, but it was obvious the room he was in was not the one that he and Sirius had acquired for their stay in Vegas. It had been spacious and well decorated, but this was something else, a height of luxury that must have cost a fortune. Even trashed up and showing some weird transfigurations here and there, it looked expensive. He had a feeling that restoring this place would be a new headache once he got over his present one.
"Mmh, come back to bed Harry." A feminine voice muffled against a pillow behind him had the young wizard freeze in place. He was completely nude, and had no idea where his glasses were at the moment, but turning his head around to look back at the large bed he could see a second figure laying on the bed, sheets wrapped around her and her pale face lifted to look up at him. The violet hair was interesting, but the little gemstone on her forehead had him blinking.
The initial surprise wasn't helped any by the fact that as she sat up the sheet dropped enough to give him a view of a bare bosom that had him blushing up, and if his morning condition wasn't already present he'd been saluting that bust for all its worth for that reason as well. Turning his head away embarrassedly, Harry found himself feeling a bit dizzy and had to sit down on the edge of the bed again, sighing heavily.
"My head is killing me," he muttered briefly before finding a pale hand holding out a white pill of some sort and after he took it, a glass of water. Casting a look at her, he saw a pitcher placed on the nearby night-table and nodded quietly before taking the pill and swallowing it down with the water. His throat felt parched, but at least the water helped some, and the pill seemed to carry some effect as he felt a little better right away.
"I figured you might need something when you finally sobered up. I have never seen someone drink that much, I was actually a little worried you might hurt yourself." The pale woman spoke to him in a calm tone of voice, a hand rubbing between his shoulders on his upper back as he drew a few long breaths and sought to relax.
"Do you have any idea where my glasses are?" He asked a bit awkwardly, looking away before feeling the tap on his shoulder from a hand holding his glasses. He smiled taking them up and slipping the glasses in place on his face. The room really was trashed, now that he could see it better, and it really was a pale, attractive young woman in bed with him. The one thing he noticed now that he had glasses on was that she had a gold ring around her ring finger. A momentary panic run through him. 'I slept with a married woman. Her husband is going to kill me!'
In raising his hand up to rub his forehead he noticed something however. An identical golden ring rested around his own ring-finger. The connection between them came to him a second later, having him tense and then relax a bit, as he turned to look at her a bit sheepishly. "Uhm, this is going to sound pretty awful but..." He hesitated a bit on how to best tell her what was on his mind.
"I guess you drank too much to remember much about last weekend?" She looked at his eyes widening, and sighed. "Thought so. Well, you were out at the casino playing at the tables with quite a crowd around you. I had arrived with my friends to relax and have some fun here in Vegas as well, when I caught sight of you winning big. Now, you had a fair share of pretty gold-diggers flirting with you but you kept politely brushing them off though flirting back a bit, but not offering any promises. You were drunk as a skunk but you were handling yourself well when it came to the game, and having a lot of luck. However, that was not what caught my attention. " She paused and looked at him seriously, as he nodded his head for her to go on and sipped down a bit more of the water quietly listening to her.
"You had the telltale signs of magic around you." He almost spat the water back into the glass at that, looking at her hurriedly but she shook her head. "Don't worry, I am not accusing you of anything. I saw what it was, a glamour to protect your identity. You looked a bit young to be playing, or drinking, but you were not using any magic to cheat, you just seemed abnormally lucky. I was curious though, and thought I'd sit down near you to play a few rounds as well and chat." She hesitated a moment before adding a bit more. "This is not usual behavior from me, but I am here to relax so I was trying to do so."
Harry nodded his head a bit, wondering briefly where his wand was, and feeling sad about the thought of having revealed he was magical to someone but at least he shouldn't have to wipe her memory of him and all of this if she knew about magic already. Still, it concerned him and he hoped to hear a bit more. Hoping she was someone who was allowed to know about magic.
"We ended up having a meal together and chatting, and though you were having more to drink, you were also surprisingly charming and sweet. You got me laughing, and I'll admit that isn't an easy thing to do. You were hanging out with me and Kori, another one of my friends, before you wanted to go back to the tables. After winning a while, you wanted to change scenery and we went from casino to casino. You kept winning more and more, and cashing in a lot of money, until eventually you got invited to the owner's game."
She paused at this, and seemed to blush faintly at the time, looking away. "I was thinking it was a fun bit of wandering and I should let you be, but you told me you didn't want your lady luck to desert you and asked me along. I was a bit flattered, and accompanied you to watch the game though not planning to participate. What I saw there, well, that will go into history books. In one night, you acquired shares in about every casino on the strip, and more money than most lottery winners see." He was staring at her wide-eyed at this bit of revelation, earning a short snort from her, followed by a chuckle.
"Sorry, but you should see the look on your face. I am not going to yell 'gotcha' or 'just kidding' though. You really won big. Anyhow, after that they compensated you with a room in the hopes you'd lose some of it back to them over the weekend, but you decided another break was in order. We were out drinking, partying and eating a bit for a while, before you managed to utter a proposal that was both embarrassing and endearing, genuine and maybe a little corny." She chuckled at this redness covering her cheeks.
"Wait... I get this image of... Elvis?" Harry blinked while rubbing his head, getting a nod from Raven. "Yes, we got married by an Elvis Impersonator. We celebrated our marriage pretty wildly, I already knew about your magic by then so I wasn't surprised we wrecked the room, thankfully the barriers I put down kept things contained to our suite at least." At this, Harry sighed with relief. Even if they were married, she was at least magical and thus he wouldn't have to wipe her memories and try and go along with life without her. It was a rare turn of events for him to find a girl that would accept him for Harry, rather than for the boy-who-lived, so he wasn't too rushed to leave if they might work out.
"What about my Godfather, Sirius?" He muttered a bit thoughtfully, before seeing the violet haired girl standing up and looking over a pile of clothes, her bending over giving Harry a view he hadn't seen before, well, hadn't seen and remembered from before at least. Blushing up, he saw the pale girl turning back towards him and holding out a white piece of paper with a phone number and a room number on it, along with a casino name and logo.
"Your godfather was at our wedding too, as a witness, but he then left leaving this behind to find out where you two were supposed to be staying at in case you couldn't remember. That was two days ago." She smiled a hint. Harry nod his head a bit embarrassed but starting to feel the worst of his headache was over at least.
"Alright, well that answers some of my questions." Harry smiled a bit and drew a long breath. "I guess this is a bit late to be doing this, but hi, I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you." He smiled a bit awkwardly, hoping she'd give her name in return then. She was certainly an attractive young woman after all, and they were married even if it was a Vegas wedding. "Rachel Raven Potter, formerly Roth. My friends mostly call me Raven." She answered him before pausing for a moment.
"Listen, there's something else I should tell you," she began to say when a door to the attached bathroom opened to reveal the figure of a young woman with a bit gold-shaded skin, and bright green eyes as well as long crimson hair. The fact she was wearing nothing more than the towel she was using to dry her hair certainly caught his attention though.
"Oh, our husband-in-law has awoken." She smiled cheerfully, just as Harry's mind grinded to a halt. 'Wait, what!?' He looked at Raven and then back at the second woman in surprise and confusion, seeing Rachel sigh and raise a hand to cover her left eye and press her fingers on her forehead for a moment, seeming to be muttering something under her breath. "Well Harry, what I was trying to tell you was that instead of marrying just me, you somehow managed to marry both me and Koriand'r here, though she is more commonly known as Starfire."
'I am married to two women.' Harry found himself a bit stunned at the idea, and wondering how it could even be possible. "I uh, I thought that marriages are usually between just two people?" He asked looking a bit confused, earning a chuckle from Koriand'r who shook her head. "Well maybe the usual earth-weddings are like that, but I doubt any of us are usual, mr. Wizard." She smiled to him in a brilliant, happy manner although Harry had to struggle to keep his gaze to her face instead of letting his gaze roam lower on her still damp from the shower figure which she had done nothing to hide.
"Even more so because you manage to make Raven smile and let herself be, she is usually mud-covered-stick about things according to Beast Boy." Her comment earned a brief roll of eyes from Raven who looked at Harry on noticing his attention had turned towards her. "I may have been a little... reserved, for a good reason, in the past. My own magic reacts to my emotions, and I have had to keep myself centered and calm, almost neutral in most things. For some reason being around you has helped me control my magic even if I let a little emotions show." She seemed to watch him closely at this revelation.
"Oh, well, I am glad I can be of help at least." Harry smiled a bit awkwardly, briefly wondering if the reason she had hung out with him before the whole Vegas wedding episode was because of that effect of his, but decided to not worry about it. If he could help her by his mere presence, he saw no harm in that, and she had been up front about most of the stuff. She could have been angry at him for not remembering even her name after they were married, and on another level it felt nice to be helpful.
"I was curious about it but it wasn't the reason I said yes. You may have been drunk when you proposed, but I was mostly sober. Being joined by Koriand'r surprised me but I accepted her reasoning, and so did you, and here we are. Though the Elvis impersonator did make us all sign the papers after the wedding with a quill that made my hand itch after using it." Raven said seriously, and Koriand'r who had sat on the bed's edge nodded as well.
"Uhm, that sounds like we had a magical wedding then. I guess that makes sense, I think most magical customs are a bit uh, old fashioned, as in really old fashioned." He blushed up a bit at the time trying not to look at the two naked women sharing a room and bed with him. Trying not to think about things that had taken place earlier. Not that it was working out that well.
"Do you regret it?" Raven asked a bit warily, and Harry found himself turning his head towards her so swiftly it was a wonder his neck didn't give a snap and ache afterwards. "No, I didn't mean that, I am just... I've had a lot of trouble in my life before and finding out I am suddenly married to two beautiful women takes a little moment to get used to the idea." He said blushed, though he saw the bit of blush mirrored on her pale cheeks besides a faint smile at the corner of her mouth too.
"Ok, I can see that, but I'd like to give this a shot if you aren't too overwhelmed." Raven continued a bit cautiously, and felt some relief at seeing Harry nod. Before she could say anything more though the two of them were grasped into a tight, strong hug by the Tamaranian princess who was cheering happily. "This is a joyous day, and I am happy our husband is agreeing to this once clear-of-head as well! I was worried-slightly, that moment-of-heat decision was all it was." She smiled a bit while Harry blushed, catching on a bit of a second meaning to the way she put that, though he was fairly sure she meant heat of the moment.
"Alright, we should try and see about finding Sirius sometime soon though, to see about what we can find out about the magical wedding." He smiled to the two and then cast a look towards the bathroom. "I think I should clean up, I can't imagine smelling good after drinking that much." He sniffed the air near his arm, but in truth there was a scent permeating the room that didn't quite seem like sweat or anything such, though he couldn't quite place it.
"I think a shower would be a good idea. You go on ahead, we'll have a bit of a talk in the meanwhile." Raven smiled to him, and watched him heading towards the shower before turning her attention to Starfire. She was still a bit red-faced about all that had taken place, but Starfire in turn was grinning in a happy manner. "So was it everything you had hoped for?" Starfire asked a bit bluntly, causing Raven's blush to grow even stronger.
Part of her was mortified about the question and what had taken place, but at the same time a large part of her was also relieved she could actually feel around Harry, and not worry about unleashing a lot of harm to her surroundings. Though from the looks of the room, neither she nor Harry were completely in control in the throes of pleasure.
"I'm not displeased," she tried to answer a bit uncertainly, earning a chuckle from Starfire. "I have not had others to compare it with but I think that Harry did show some talent, and that thing with a shaking tongue, I definitely want to see what he can do with that when he learns more!" She grinned while Raven's blush grew more prominent yet as she muttered her agreement in an embarrassed manner.
In the shower Harry was washing his body under the flowing water while starting to note a few things. First off, his glamour had faded but he still maintained the look of someone who had taken a bit of aging potion. He seemed more likely to be eighteen or nineteen than being fifteen. His magic felt more free and energetic underneath his skin, and his body felt a lot better, though the morning hang-over had first indicated a different tale.
He wasn't sure what had taken place, but looking at the golden ring on his finger, he had a feeling that he'd gone through his second maturity upon getting married, so if he wasn't already getting emancipated as the Black Heir, he would be by this feat. It certainly wouldn't hurt to look a bit older and more respectable than the scrawny little boy he had apparently looked like at the start of the tri-wizard.
That comment by Fleur had hurt him, though he had a feeling she'd come to regret it later on. Not that he was going to meet her again, especially since it seemed that Europe was going to be dangerous territory for him to even consider visiting for the rest of his natural life-span. Besides, Fleur's little insult of being a little boy should hardly matter when he was married to two admittedly gorgeous women. A little part of him might vengefully want to rub her nose in on the fact he'd received his maturity and was looking more suited for his heroic reputation now than she had implied before, but at the same time he knew it was hardly worth it, and such petty actions wouldn't make anyone happy.
Besides, his reputation had been thrown around back and forth between hero and an aspiring dark lord for his stay at Hogwarts, and the treatment he had received was inconsistent. The way things had unfolded left him wondering if he should have told Hagrid to shove the letter where the sun didn't shine when he first showed up on the Dursley doorstep, but back then he had been desperate to get away from them.
Deciding quietly that the best revenge against the traitors was living a good, long life away from them he let those darker thoughts drift away along with any bits of dirt or sweat from his form, taking care to wash himself properly. Whatever it was in that pill that Raven gave him seemed magical in effect, helping him sober up. Perhaps it had been, quite literally, a magical hang over cure. He'd have to ask her, later.
The thought of getting married had caught him off guard. He had accepted that fan-girls might try and catch him in a marriage during his later years at Hogwarts, but he had expected to take a while to meet someone that actually saw Harry for himself. He was pretty sure Ron fancied Hermione and he had let Harry think there was something between the two of them, so he had stayed back on that matter. Now, he suddenly found himself not just dating but married, and to two people at that. Bloke could do a lot worse though, he thought to himself a bit blushed at the mental image he had of the two.
Shaking aside the physical side, he'd felt sincerity in Rachel, or Raven. He wasn't sure about Kori, or Starfire, but he figured he'd get to know her soon enough as well. Though he had to admit that part of him wanted to start dancing at the thought of being accepted by two attractive girls and 'shared' between them so. He blushed at the fact he was in the situation he was in, and the two seemed to accept it even before he awoke.
'Okay, they know my name, which doesn't seem to cause either of them to react like a fangirl would, they appear to know about magic, and Raven has magic and I wouldn't be surprised if Kori does as well. They are a little unusual but so am I, and they both seem like nice people to be around. Yes, I think as far as the Potter luck goes, I've seen a bit of an upswing here. Winning a lot of money should help balance all I lost earlier, though this time I guess it wouldn't hurt to keep it mainly in the muggle world. Harder for the British ministry to try and take it away, though I doubt they could do so here.' Harry thought about his situation slightly while finishing up his shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist before moving to open the door.
He saw that Koriand'r was sitting down at a table nearby mostly dry but still naked, other than the towel around her. Raven in turn was sitting on the bed drinking down some water before noticing him. "Mh, I'm going to get a shower as well, and then we should probably see about breakfast if you are up for it?" She suggested, and Harry nod his head in agreement.
"I should probably try and get in touch with my godfather. You mentioned you were here with friends, are they going to be worried about you too?" His question was met with a faint wince as she let out a chuckle. "They actually called a bit after you went to the bathroom, I had planned to join you before that." She smiled a little embarrassed. "They managed to land in jail, I guess we'll have to go bail them out after breakfast."
Harry nodded his head in reply and smiled to her, stepping a bit out of the way while holding the door to the bathroom open. "Well the shower is free right now." He smirked a hint, and she seemed to find a bit of humor in letting the sheet she had before her drop as she got up on her feet, heading towards the shower. Harry found himself staring, and blushing a bit, though she did not seem to take offense as his gaze didn't linger that long, trying to return to her face flushed as it was. In fact, it seemed almost like a tiny bit of mischief could be noticed in her gaze.
Her violet eyes gazed within his green ones, and her fingers brushed on his stomach as she made her way to the bathroom, and Harry found himself silently shiver at the idea of following her, but chose to instead close the door, blushed as he was, and look around the room.
There were several large black bags set into a pile against a wall nearby, and curiosity got the better of him. Moving over to unzip the topmost bag, he looked inside only to find himself a bit stunned. Stacks of money lay within, stacked in bundles that would have made his uncle Vernon sell his own son to steal away. While the man might not understand or like the idea of wizard money, this was a fortune he would have cut off his own leg to have, even just one of the bags would have driven the man into a frothing fit.
The idea of letting the man know how well Harry was doing occurred to him briefly, but again he pushed those thoughts away. He had no need to rub it in that the man's atrocious behavior had made sure that Harry wouldn't send them anything despite his good fortune. Besides, such petty actions would only get back to Dumbledore and Harry really didn't care to let the old man know that Harry had acquired more funds for himself.
"It is impressive, you managed to know many times where the little ball was going to land at the tables, and you played cards so drunk it seemed nobody knew if you were excited about a good hand or something entirely else. You might not have had a real face-of-poker but you managed to pluck-the-chicken on the others." Kori's amused tone of voice came right next to his ear, having him blushing again as he looked back and trying to look away, before hearing her chuckle.
"I think you are being a bit wary. While I understand it is custom-of-politeness to not look at a naked woman without her permission, we are your wives-in-law now, and you have permission to look, and touch." She said in a relaxed fashion before hugging him, having Harry embarrassedly wrapping his arms around her in turn for a brief hug. "I am a bit new to this but thank you." Harry said a bit blushed, holding her and finding himself more than a little embarrassed about the fact his body was reacting to her quite strongly once more at that closeness, with only a towel to cover himself with.
"Oh! I would have thought we had done wearing-you-out for the moment, but it appears not." Koriand'r looked down with amusement obvious on her face as Harry groaned in a bit of embarrassment, but her warm chuckle didn't seem mocking. "Oh don't worry about it, it is a natural part of mating and bonding," she stated completely sincerely.
Back in Britain
It had taken a while to summon everyone, but eventually the circle of contacts had chosen to answer his call, and Albus Dumbledore placed himself at the end of the table at the usually abandoned classroom at Hogwarts. It was the classroom where wizarding customs had originally been taught, until he had the class removed since the purebloods already learned about it from home and the muggleborn had little use for it since they were going to leave the society anyway, or learn it from their husbands or wives.
"Thank you everyone for coming here today. While we originally stood together side by side during the first rise of the dark lord, it is heartening to see everyone here is doing well and still willing to stand against the dark. Voldemort made an attempt to return to life last year at the end of the tri-wizard tournament, but it appears that the event lead to both a triumph and a tragedy." The old man let out a heavy sigh and looked at the familiar older faces, and a few younger ones he had sought to bring along to join the Order.
"When Harry Potter was faced with his resurrected nemesis, something inside of him broke, and the poor child decided to start using dark magic to fight the threat he faced. While I know some of you believe that we must fight fire with fire, I think you can all agree that the unforgivables are not something you want to hear a child casting." He stated this firmly, watching the nodding faces around him, and more than a few pale faces at his confirmation about that bit of the story.
"I wished to see Harry immediately after learning about this, to try and guide him back to the light, but he has fled from us and is hiding. Much like another brilliant young man hid away a long time ago, before rising again under a new name, and with a new and terrible purpose. I fear that in killing Voldemort, Harry has set a foot on the dark path and is going to end up the dark lord's replacement. On that night many years ago, Voldemort struck at Harry but left a piece of his own, dark soul on Harry's curse-scar. It has festered there for a long time, while I sought to learn how to remove it safely in order to let Harry live, but since all the signs pointed towards it being likely to be lethal to him I did not wish to burden him with the knowledge before he had enjoyed a childhood that all children should have." He let out a long, heavy sigh in apparent regret, looking down at the table as he carried on.
"Unfortunately, as Voldemort fell his evil must have tainted Harry. The boy escaped rather than coming to us for help, and tried to soon after take his money out of Gringotts and flee with it. Given how we had just averted a crisis with a dark lord returning, I believed it prudent to have his accounts frozen for the time being to prevent him from accessing the gold and using that to expedite his journey to the dark." He looked at the serious faces around the table for any hint of doubt or uncertainty, but found himself feeling proud at their willingness to trust him. Yes, it was only natural they obeyed their better and believed in him, Albus thought to himself a bit smugly.
"While such slanderous people as Rita Skeeter and her foreign counterparts try and paint myself, and Britain in a foul manner, I fear that we are going to face far worse than mocking and unfair accusations if we do not act. Harry Potter needs to be found, and returned to Britain so that he can be tried for his crimes against the British citizens, and aided back in the path of the light. I believe there is still hope, if we reach the boy before he falls into dark company that would further his descent into the dark arts. This is why I am asking you to contribute your time into finding Harry, and helping us all to make certain we will not have a new dark lord in our lifetime." He held them all in his thrall, he had them captivated before him, his magical aura gently coaxed them into his point of view, and their minor, lingering doubts were clouded behind his words, because he was Albus Dumbledore, and all he did was for the Greater Good.
"Headmaster, do you have any leads where he might have gone?" Molly Weasley asked full of concern, looking at the old man hopeful and scared at the same time. She did claim that Harry was like the seventh son of her family, and after rescuing Ginny in the second year it certainly seemed that way. It didn't hurt that Molly wanted to have a big happy Weasley family, which would include pairing Harry and Ginny and perhaps Ron and Hermione. A couple of potions would help the children for a proper pureblood/half-blood match, and the pureblood/muggleborn match could be accepted given the girl's clever mind combined with a proper respect to authorities and his Greater Good.
"I am not certain, but I believe Sirius Black may have helped him. I have not heard anything about them visiting the portkey makers however." He paused, while Alastor Moody took this moment to speak up. "I did some preliminary checking, unofficially of course. I found out that one 'James Evans' and 'Orion Noir' had purchased tickets to a muggle airplane to the United States." He saw a few confused faces and sighed wearily at this. "Harry James Potter, son of Lily Evans. Sirius Orion Black, and Noir is just the French side of the family." He snorted loudly, noticing the dawning realization. The fact they could not see past such simple deception made Moody wonder what was wrong with their heads, it was like they were permanently confounded in his opinion.
"That is troubling news indeed, Alastor. I don't have much pull on the other side of the Atlantic, but perhaps you would be willing to lead some of us in an effort to locate and capture the boy for his own good?" Looking up at Alastor hopefully Albus felt relieved at seeing his old friend nod. If Alastor had doubts about things, he wasn't voicing them out in the public. The man's paranoia made him frustratingly hard to get a good read on.
"Honestly I can't see a single good reason to change that good-for-nothing glory hound. So Potter chose to run away like a scared dog after committing a crime, let the Aurors there know and hunt him down like the criminal he is, we shouldn't have to waste time doing so." Snape sneered annoyed at the thought of the Son of James Potter managing to escape, although he was grateful he was unable to escape the headmaster's company that night and join the others at the graveyard.
If he had, he wasn't sure he would have survived, because the fact the boy had turned to cold-blooded murder so easily did give him a chill. He saw a little bit of Sirius Black in the boy's behavior there, remembering the time when he almost got bitten by Remus because of a damn prank the Black had pulled on him when he was trying to get Remus expelled.
"Now now, Severus. Besides, it unfortunately seems like the foreigners are more than happy to believe the twisted lies their tabloids are spreading and even appear willing to shelter the boy as long as it helps them feel smug and superior over us. That is why we must act independently and decisively." Albus stated with certainty, looking from one person to another. "Nymphadora, I believe you in particular would be helpful in catching our errant young boy..."
End Chapter
A/N: Alright, this would be the first actual chapter after the prologue I suppose, but I wanted to establish the starting point for this rather than follow the 'traditional' format of starting off with the chapter of waking up in a hotel room in Vegas and going from there. Though I imagine as soon as I mentioned this was based on Blood Brandy's Vegas Challenge that was to be expected soon after.
I was a bit thoughtful about Raven & Starfire there and decided to go with the decision I made after a bit of thought. Likewise, the concept of second maturity fits the theme for me because in my eyes, Harry is mentally much more mature than his age would suggest, and gaining up that maturity physically after the marriage sets him free from earlier bindings and limiters seemed a good way to go.
I personally don't recall reading the age of Teen Titans anywhere, but a mere mention that several years passed in the story, so figured they'd be of age, at least for most part, I kind of see Beast Boy being a touch younger and below the age-limit given his behavior but that might be just me reading him wrong.
Harry may end up with more than 2 wives in this tale later on, but this is where its starting, and I hope the plot with Dumbledore and his order isn't too damn-awful to follow. This is mostly an experimental bit of writing still. I am also aiming to keep things implied without explicit content.