Chapter 12:

The Clan

"Love, did you know Lucius could sense me being bound to you as your husband and mate?," the Veela lying in Harry's arms asked.

"No, my dragon, I didn't know for sure but I didn't exclude it either," Harry answered while pulling Draco closer to him.

"Make love to me Dray, make love to me like only you can."

Propping himself up the Veela asked his mate if he was sure.

"I'm sure love, I could never see Lucius in you ever again. The strength, the kindness and the love you've shown to our son and me have erased all of Malfoy's taints on you. You, my dearest, are the most beautiful being ever. You are my heart and soul. I am the luckiest wizard alive," the raven-haired boy whispered against his husband's lips.

He proceeded to kiss him with such passion, deepening the kiss as soon as he was granted access to the Veela's mouth. Moaning grey eyes stared at green eyes.

Pulling back just long enough to note that Harry was really looking at him; he initiated their wedding night. Draco took his new husband to heights the boy never knew before. Only when he was about to enter his lover did Draco hold back.

"Love, please don't stop. I want to, Merlin I want to. Please…" the Pegasus begged between gasps. A big smile was set on his lover's face.

"I will love, I will. I just want to make sure you and I are smooth enough."

Draco had cast a lubrication spell on his shaft and on his mate's entrance before slowly entering him. It took all his self-control to do it in such a slow manner by entering him just a little and pulling out again before entering him again a little deeper while constantly monitoring his mate. Finally the raven-haired boy had his full shaft in him, gasping, groaning and moaning ensued. Both boys were unsure who was making those sounds. Draco quickened his pace and his husband cried out in pleasure before they came simultaneously. Harry without having been touched. Only then did the silver-haired young man realise just how deep his mate's love went for him.

Panting he exclaimed, "Merlin, you came too!"

A lopsided smile settled on his lover, "I know. I couldn't help it; I've never felt so loved in my life before, so whole. I felt one with you."

Collapsing back onto the bed, the newly weds fell asleep peacefully.

Dray awoke with a start to Harry's screaming. Worried he tried to wake his lover. Not getting any reaction and seeing his husband's scar burst open he ran to the door yelling for help. Within seconds their dorm mates were at their bedroom door.

"Shit! Voldemort!" Ron cried out.

They were calling to Harry, shaking him trying to wake him up to no avail. Draco cradled his husband, rocking him. Tears were rushing down his cheeks, though he didn't even notice. Suddenly Hermione cried, "Dray wrap your wings around him."

Without question he did as she'd commanded. His wings now wrapped around his lover, cocooning him once more he felt a pain like he'd never felt before. He screamed as loud as Harry. The group now started working on Draco, keeping him by his senses. A lightning shaped wound identical to that of the boy-who-lived burst open on the Veela's forehead. Just when the boy thought he couldn't take much more it stopped. Both lovers collapsed unconscious on the bed as Draco Potter's wings had fallen open, Ginny and Hermione rushed to their side tending to their wounds. Ron rushed off in his Liger form to get Madame Pomfrey, Blaise went to get Lupin and Snape, Neville helped the girls and Susan had gone to get the headmaster.

The boys were still unconscious when the others arrived. Madame Pomfrey went over to the bed; the bleeding had stopped.

"What in Merlin's name is that pressing on Mess. Potters' forehead?" the Mediwitch asked the girls.

It was Neville however who answered, "That's a poultice from Bell-tears' leaf pulp, Madame Pomfrey. I used it to stop the bleeding and disinfect their wounds."

Cursing under her breath, the Hogwarts Mediwitch removed the pulp from her patients. Suddenly she gasped, causing the other adults and the adolescents to wonder what was wrong.

"Poppy, what is it?" the Headmaster asked. His blue eyes held no twinkle and his voice was grave.

"Albus, I've never seen anything like this. Harry's scar has healed and the lightning shaped wound, which matches Harry's scar, is no longer open it has healed into a scar. They've got identical scars Albus."

Blue eyes twinkled again as he turned to face Neville.

"Mr. Longbottom, would you mind explaining to Madame Pomfrey precisely how you acquired the idea and the leafs of the Bell-tears, as well as their properties? It seems that you have introduced a new treatment for Harry's, and now Draco's too, unique condition."

Beaming with pride, though concern for his brothers-in-arms remained visible on his face, the muscular protector explained.

"Actually, I got the idea from Professor Snape sir, when we were covering the ingredients needed for Wolfsbane and their magical properties. I remembered that Professor Snape had mentioned that only the leaves of the Bell-tears would work on Magical beings. Though the Bell-tears have unique healing properties throughout the entire plant. So I grew Bell-tears by will and asked their permission to take their leaves. The Bell-tears dropped enough of their leaves for me to ground and after adding a bit of my spittle I gently rubbed it on Harry and Dray."

"Ten points to Fifth", the potions master declared. Chuckling Remus asked why the young man had added his spittle.

"Well, sir it needed the balance of the Pendragon", he responded in a low voice. Blushing furiously Neville found his shoelaces very interesting.

"Unless I'm mistake that would mean your magical solution needed the essence of Ms. Weasley and the essence of Ms. Lovegood with a bit of you, am I correct?" the Marauder asked.

"Uhm, yes sir," the boy's voice was barely audible even to the heightened hearing senses of both werewolves.

"Mr. Longbottom, there is no need to try and hide the fact that the three of you were quite enjoying yourselves. Who do you think placed the extra large bed in your bedroom? We already knew you'd need to mate," Snape sneered, though his eyes were clearly laughing.

"All of us in this Shack, save the Headmaster and Madame Pomfrey, are either Magical beings or mates to Magical beings. Mr. Zabini has probably already smelled it when he came to fetch us; nevertheless it may come as a shock to you Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Bones and Ms. Lovegood… Professor Lupin, Remus, has chosen me as his mate many years ago and I gladly accepted it."

Poppy revived the two boys on the bed after she checked them on any other bodily harm. Having found none she simply said, "Enervate."

"Harry", "Dray", both boys spoke simultaneously.

Pomfrey excused herself and left for the infirmary after instructing everyone present not to strain the boys, they were still weak after their ordeal. She'd wanted to take them back to the infirmary with her however the Headmaster made it clear that this was out of the question.

The married couple lay in each other's arms looking at each other with more love than before.

"You came for me", Harry whispered to his husband.

"I was so worried, I couldn't think clearly any more. 'Mione thought my Veela powers could help you…" Dray whispered back ashamed.

"You didn't let go of me Dragon, you didn't let go… I… I wanted to die…" the dark-haired boy said in a low voice, tears running freely.

"I could never let you go, love. You are my reason of living, besides some of that Gryffindor courage has seemed to have rubbed of on me", he retorted sheepishly.

Albus cleared his throat.

"As much as we enjoy hearing you deepening your bonds, I would like to know what happened precisely. I gathered from Ms. Bones earlier account at Mr. Weasley's cussing that you've had another vision," the old Headmaster said.

Harry told them how he'd seen not only through Voldemort's eyes but also through Malfoy's eyes. Both were angered at his marriage and bonding to Draco, as well as freeing Cissy from Lucius' curse. He then recounted the sheer loathing that Voldemort felt for his mate and how he subjected him to the Cruciatus while taking him brutally. Harry had been in Lucius' mind at that point.

The boy had felt utterly defenceless and immense hatred for the blood-traitor and that wretched boy-who-refused-to-die. That had been the moment when Harry had felt the presence of Draco too. Both were trapped in Lucius and Voldemort's mind, experiencing their idea of partying. Satisfied at humiliating his mate, Voldemort had released his mate and both dark wizards had proceeded raping and abusing several young death eaters. Leaving behind a trail of blood, death (those who had tried to fight them off) and cum.

Still shivering and shaken at having recounted their story again, Draco spoke up, "We need to prepare. The Fifth House needs to be opened. Voldemort plans another revelry at the next Hogsmeade weekend, this time abducting all wizard children and use them for his and his mate's perverted sexual fantasies. The death eaters have been ordered to rape and abuse as many wizards as they can. Voldemort has discovered that this is an even worse kind of terror than plain death and unforgivables."

The Veela looked at each person in the room his gaze was met by determined eyes. The last person he looked at was Susan Bones.

"Susan, I'm sorry to have to force you." his regret eminent in his low voice.

"Are you prepared to accept your destiny, as we have accepted ours", he waived his hand to the other members of the Fifth House, "and become the mate of the Liger, Ronald Weasley? If you are, you need to mate and be wed before the end of this week as 'Mione and Blaise need to bond in marriage before the end of the week. If you are not prepared or ready then say so now." His voice sounded exhausted.

Susan didn't blink nor tear her gaze away from Draco when she answered him. "I, Susan Bones, am prepared and ready to be and be mated with the Liger Ronald Weasley. I may not like the circumstances which force me but I am convinced no other wizard, magical entity or otherwise would be worthy enough of my love."

The determination in her voice showed in her eyes as well.

"Very well", Albus said, "I shall arrange the marriage certificates for Mr. Zabini, Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Bones."

"Professor, don't forget Nev and Luna", Ginny said sadly.

The girl clearly still didn't like the idea that her mates could marry to each other while she couldn't marry both of them.

"Indeed, I shall include them as well."

Luna stared at the Headmaster her eyes glassy in her trance, "Albus Percival Brian Dumbledore, you have served Us well. Your destiny has been fulfilled with the destruction of Grindlewald. You have continued serving us by protecting the next generation. You have earned your rest though you must remain active in helping the young ones in their training; the day of the final battle is drawing near.

The founders of Hogwarts will aid you in your role as mentor and teacher to the Pegasus and his clan. As will the Phoenix whose time it has come to join his new master after the next rebirth.

They are no longer students; they are the Hogwarts Clan. The Pegasus is the head of the family with his Veela by his side; all others are their followers including those who have come to receive different roles. Only then will the Clan destroy the evil that has been unleashed."

The old headmaster bowed deeply at the young girl his voice held deep reverence when he answered her, "As you wish my Lady Diana."

Luna looked at her Professor then at the others and said she'd go back to bed. The adults agreed that that was probably a good idea as everyone had classes the next day. Remus would excuse them only for their morning classes.

Draco snickered at his husband, "At least we're excused for the day. Poppy would have their heads if she caught us attending classes tomorrow."

That comment earned him the right to defend himself from the pillows the others were swatting at him. The group burst out laughing while they were teasing each other.

After a while Harry asked the others what they thought of the message Luna had given Albus. They all agreed that there wasn't much 'loony' about Luna, even the old Headmaster acknowledged the presence of the highest deity.

Blaise commented that he didn't mind serving under Harry and Draco or being their child as the Goddess had put it. The other quite agreed with him. Though they each loved their own families, the Clan was their only true family now.

One thing bothered Harry though; he voiced his thoughts out loud.

"Why did Draco get the same scar as I have had all my life? No one tried to Avada Kedavra us. I don't get it."

As usual Hermione came up with the answer, "I've read about that in 'mating between different hybrid Magical Beings'. You, Harry, are part wizard, part unicorn and part Pegasus while Dray here is part wizard and part Veela when you mated one of you held back. For whatever reason you didn't pour all of your souls into your sexual activity. Nevertheless, during your ordeal with Voldemort the two of you melted your souls and became one. Which was supposed to happen when you fully mated.

You were marked, as Voldemort's equal when you were one, now that Draco's soul has merged with your own, Dray has become his equal too. In effect this means that though you can kill Voldemort, Voldemort cannot kill you while Dray lives. On this note I would like to inform the other human mates that we will take on our mates' Magical abilities. In my case, my mate is Blaise, a dragon, and now we have mated our souls have become one. I can now transform into a dragon just as Blaise can. The only difference being that my dragon form is silver whereas Blaise' form is greenish black. The only reason we wed is to show the wizarding world we choose to be with one another of our own free will. By declaring it to the outside world our bonds will be deepened.

Gin, I know you're still upset about the whole marriage thing. But have you thought about settling for the ritual of handfest between the three of you? You're mates need to be married to each other to release their full power, it doesn't have much to do with love."

Ginny hugged her sister. Thoroughly happy again she dragged Neville with her to their bedroom.

"Guess that leaves the six of us then," the dragon spoke up after the room had fallen silent.

"Nah, I don't think so brother. I want to take advantage of a certain redhead here," Susan said seductively to her Liger.

Standing at the door she called, "Well, are you coming or do I have to wait till I'm an old hag." Ron scrambled after her leaving the other to laugh at his expense.

"And then there were four", Harry said.

"What?"

"Excuse me?" Draco and Blaise said wondering why their mates were laughing.

"Sorry, it's a Muggle thing." Hermione said by way of explanation.

"Yeah, it's this Muggle song to teach little kids how to count," Harry added.

"Okay, so how come you know it? I mean Hermione is muggleborn so she's been raised by Muggles…" Blaise asked the emerald-eyed boy.

"Harry was raised by Muggles too Zabini. I have to add very nasty Muggles." Draco added in disgust.

"Draco Potter! You make it sound like Muggles are filthy. You're not a Malfoy any more you can quit acting", the Italian scolded his clan member.

"Blaise, Dray has nothing against Muggles or Muggleborns. He just loathes the Muggle relatives who were given the task of keeping me alive," Harry said in defence to his lover.

"Barely kept you alive! If it wasn't for that bastard Voldemort I'd hex them into next Tuesday. Need I remind you that you were skin and bones, wearing filthy baggy cast-offs, bleeding, barely alive and they had left you to die when I found you?!"

"Dragon, calm down. Fact is I am alive thanks to you. And they are going to be stuck with me visiting them at least once a year till we defeat Voldemort. Only this time I can use magic and…I get to bring you along."

Huffing Draco nuzzled back into the nook of Harry's neck.

"As long we're together, I won't let them harm you again."

"Wow, I always thought you were raised by a wizarding family Harry. You know the lifestyle befitting your fame."

"To be honest Blaise, I've hated the fame from the first moment I found out I was famous. I'm famous for something I didn't even do. My mother, my real mother, Lily, sacrificed herself for me using powerful bloodmagic. That spell caused the killing curse to rebound back at Voldemort. It was that same spell which prevented Professor Quirrel back in first year from touching me. It prevented Tom Riddle from touching me and I was able to strike down the basilisk with my forefather's sword during second year.

Unfortunately, back in fourth year my blood was used to deliver Voldemort a new body, which now enables him to touch me, though not kill me. I really just want people to like me because of who I am, not for something that happened to me when I was one year old. Even Sev spent years disliking me because of what my father had done to him. That was one of the reasons why I've considered the Weasleys, Hagrid and 'Mione my family ever since second year. They saw me, just Harry. "

"So how come those Muggle relatives of yours treated you so badly? I presume they didn't side with the Dark Lo, sorry, Voldemort since you're still alive."

"No, my mother's sister and her family are the only blood-relatives left and therefore Albus didn't have any other choice than to leave me with them. My relatives however hate everything that has to do with the magical world. They thought that by keeping me locked up in the cupboard under the stairs and abusing me, they could beat the magic out of me. The only thing was I never believed in magic or even knew I was a wizard till Hagrid came to rescue me on my eleventh birthday. Hagrid introduced me to my real home, the wizarding world. He even gave my cousin, Dudley, a pig's tail when he was eating the birthday cake he brought for me." The four of them laughed.

"A pig's tail for eating your birthday cake?" Blaise and Draco cried out in laughter.

"Yes, I never had a birthday cake before so I didn't really know what to do with it. And while Hagrid was telling me the truth about the way how my parents died, Dudley pigged out on my birthday cake. Hagrid gave him a nice tail to go with it." Harry blurted out between laughs.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute", Hermione suddenly serious, "Hagrid's not allowed to perform magic. They broke his wand fifty years ago."

"'Mione, no one else knows but the four of us and the Dursleys. They sure as hell aren't going to tell on him and neither are we. They may have broken Hagrid's wand but his umbrella still works."

"Wow, he must have had it fixed in Knockturn Alley. That's the only place where they'll fix broken wands discreetly," Draco said, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Maybe, but no more trips to Knockturn Alley for you love," Harry reprimanded his lover.

"How did you know I used to go to Knockturn Alley?"

"I saw you."

"You saw me? When?"

"I had floo'd for the first time and got out in the wrong fireplace. I was in some shop where they sold really disgusting things. A hand on display even grabbed me. When I saw you and Lucius coming in I hid. After you and the shop owner left I snuck out and ran into Hagrid. He brought me back to Diagon Alley to meet up with 'Mione."

"You little voyeur", Draco teased his husband. A tickle fight ensued between the lovers and Blaise motioned Hermione to follow him back to their bed leaving the newly wed couple alone.