Chapter 21
A full year and a couple months passed since Grindelwald's death. Harry watched as Voldemort moved through the list he found and killed the fifty traitors one by one. Now, at Twenty-Two, Harry was fully anxious and excited about his August wedding.
On the day of the wedding, it was very sunny. Harry and Tom agreed on a beach wedding, since it has been forever since they personally went there, and so Tom rented out a private beach just for the wedding and reception. An open tent was pitched so that the wedding can be shaded against the brutal sun along with a long straight red walkway for the guests and Harry so that they do not get sand in their shoes. Harry's parents insisted on an afternoon wedding, however both Harry and Tom agreed that, with their love of the night and its stars, the wedding would take place at sunset so that by the time they say "I do" the moon should be rising.
There was a small house right on the beachfront that was being used as a changing and waiting room for Harry, along with general use for the guests. Harry did not know much about the house except that it was his and Tom's now, the older man making him promise that he will let Tom deal with all the expenses. Right now Harry was in a bedroom in the back, facing the beach. He was only in his underwear as he prepared to get dress. There was a knock on the door and Harry said, "Come in" without looking at who it was.
"Damn Harry, have we mentioned you have a great ass?"
Harry rolled his eyes as he turned to see Blaise and Draco, already dressed in their tuxedos that Harry picked. They were off-white, almost ivory. "I was waiting for my Daddies to come dress me one last time," Harry said, smiling at them.
"Since when did we do that?" Draco asked.
"Right now. Help me with this, please?" He pointed to his wedding outfit. His two groomsmen looked at it for a moment, Draco cocking his head a little. "You know there's a skirt to it," he said.
"Yes Draco, as a dress there is supposed to be a skirt-like part," Harry said sarcastically. "Now help me because the last time I tried to put it on myself, I almost ripped the whole thing out of frustration."
"You wear dresses," Draco said pointedly.
"And they are either slip-ons or I have Tom help me," Harry said, "Now stop bitching and help me."
Draco stared at Harry for a long moment before turning to Blaise, "Is it too late to call the wedding off as his Daddies?" he asked.
"No love, it is," Blaise laughed. "Come on, let's help Harry get dressed."
"Fine—oh, Harry for some reason my aunt is sitting on Tom's side," Draco pouted, "Do you know why?"
"Because Tom's her boss I'm guessing," Harry shrugged. "I told her that could sit in either, but she chose Tom's. Why? What is she wearing?"
"Something that mixes Victorian and a bad Burton film," Draco said. "Also tiny sunglasses." He gave a sigh and shook his head, "Why can't my family be normal like yours, Harry?"
"Believe me, I am not marrying into a normal family, far from it in fact. Now, help me with my dress."
Half an hour later, Harry was alone once more in his wedding outfit. The door opened one more time and his father walked in. "You ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," Harry nodded.
Mr. Potter offers his arm and Harry took it as the two walked out of the room. It was a short walk to the back door of the house, and from there, they made their way down to where the walkway start. The afternoon sun was still strong, shining down on Harry and his father as an enchanting light melody began to swell. They reached the main walkway, and the guests all stood up and Harry took a breath, looking down at his wedding outfit one last time.
He was wearing an emerald tuxedo waistcoat top with short sleeves and a black bowtie. The waistcoat was embroidered near the bottom, songbirds flying upwards and connecting the top piece to the bottom dress. On his arms were soft gloves that reached his elbows. The waistcoat and shirt lead down to a black pair of pants with an open skirt that trailed to the floor with a slight train behind him. The shirt matched the waistcoat, mixing both masculinity and femininity. For once in his life, Harry's hair has been properly tamed, and he had a bit of make-up on to hide any blemishes or imperfections on his face.
He walked slowly with his father, looking at the guests as he did so. On Tom's side were members of his mafia, the inner circle as he called them, as well as some more influential pieces under his control. His assassin, for one, which Harry never formally met, along with Mr. Martin. He also saw surprisingly the Mayor of Hogwarts and what he assumed were several businessmen sitting near the back. They were an odd group honestly, especially compared to Harry's side which had his friends and family, along with Sirius and Remus Black and the drag queens who perform at Marauders' once a month. What a very gay assemble, Harry couldn't help but think as he continued down, now facing towards the end where his Tom waited along with a minister and their groomsmen.
Tom dressed in a black suit stepped down from the small stage that they are on and held out his hand for Harry. Mr. Potter hugged Harry and handed him to Tom. They walked the few steps to the stage and stepped up to it, taking their positions. The music stopped and the guests all sat down.
The Minister looked at both Harry and Tom before addressing everybody. "Marriage. Marriage is what brings us together today. That blessed arrangement. The dream within a dream. Love, true love… Today we come together as friends and family to rejoice the love and union between these two men, Thomas Marvolo Riddle and Harry James Potter. Before we continue, if ever there should be a reason that these two should not be wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace." The Minister stopped for a moment and Tom quickly glanced at his side, glaring. Silence and the Minister continued. "With no objections we shall continue on. The couple have selected to write their own vows, Tom Riddle has asked to go first."
The two faced each other and Tom held Harry's hand. "Well here we are, my Songbird," he smirked. "Though our lives have only crossed two years ago, my time with you have been full of adventures. I never thought that I would be standing here, nor would I thought that I would care so much for one person. You, Harry, are my heart and soul. You taught me everything I know about love and reminded me just how fun simple living can be. I knew from the moment I saw you, that I needed you in my life, but it was not until I proposed that I truly knew and understood the value you have added. In the murky abyss of Hogwarts, you are my shining beacon, my beautiful songbird singing me out of misery. I am a possessive man Harry, and I vow to keep you and hold you, to love you and protect you from all of the world's most grizzly secrets. I am not usually a man who expresses his emotions, you know that Harry. So I hope you truly understand when I say that I love you. I love you and thank you for all that you have done for me." Tom brought Harry's hand to his lips, kissing it.
Harry found himself sniffling as he smiled. The guests as well were sniffling, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see his mother dabbing her eyes with a tissue. He took a breath.
"Harry," the Minister said.
Harry had to control himself, letting go of Tom's hand only to clean his eyes from tears. "God, there's no way I can live up to that," he whispered. He cleared his throat and did his best to remember the small speech he wrote. "Well Tom, today's finally the day I become your wife, huh? I know I'm not as good with words as you are, which is funny considering I'm a English Major. Sorry—" Harry chuckled nervously as tears started to fill his eyes once more. "I don't know how many ways I can tell you 'I love you.' You came into my life like a hurricane and just turned everything upside down. Your allure, your power, your kindness, your everything—everything about you just draw me towards you and I am so happy it did. You really did save my life, I learned about love from you and there is never a day that I am not proud to be your Songbird. I love you, and that will never change. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings because I know that we'll face it together as husband and Songbird."
Tom chuckled and smiled, "That we will," he whispered.
The Minister nodded. "We will now proceed to the exchanging of the rings," she said. Both Harry and Tom pulled out the wedding rings. "Tom, if you would repeat after me."
Tom repeated after the Minister as he said, "With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands." He slipped the wedding ring on Harry. Harry couldn't help but feel jealous at Tom as while he feels on the verge of tears, Tom's face remained perfectly composed.
"Harry, if you would repeat after me," the Minister said, getting Harry's attention.
Harry nodded and prepare to slip his ring on Tom's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands." He slipped it on.
"Thomas Riddle, do you promise to love Harry freely—without restrictions; honesty—without deceit; now—without hesitation?"
"I do."
"Do you promise to take him as he is, sharing with him and supporting him through the experiences of your lives, be they easy or difficult, happy or sad, challenging or mundane, till death do you part?"
"I do."
The Minister turned to Harry.
"Harry Potter, do you promise to love Thomas freely—without restrictions; honesty—without deceit; now—without hesitation?"
"I do."
"Do you promise to take him as he is, sharing with him and supporting him through the experiences of your lives, be they easy or difficult, happy or sad, challenging or mundane, till death do you part?"
"I do."
The Minister looked at both of them and addressed everyone. "Inasmuch as Harry and Thomas have consented together in marriage before this company; have pledged their faith and declared their unity by each giving and receiving a ring – and are now joined in mutual esteem and devotion; I pronounce that they are husband and husband together. You may now kiss the husband."
Applause rang out as they kissed, Tom pulling Harry forward. As Tom planned, the sun has just set, and the moon began to rise. They kept it chase, but long as their friends and family applauded. When they separated, the Minister shook both their hands giving them her congratulations. Smiling at each other, and their hearts soaring high, Harry and Tom held hands as they walked down the aisle, now legally married, and a second thunderous round of applause began.
The reception was to be held in a nearby reception hall that had a balcony that had a beautiful view of the ocean. Tom and Harry took a limo to the hall, alone in it as the guests all made their way towards it in other limbos and cars. Alone, they kissed once more and Tom smirked, "It's finally done, Songbird."
"I'm your wife now Daddy," Harry chuckled. "You have no idea what you signed up for."
Tom laughed and kissed Harry's ring. "I think I can handle anything my beautiful Songbird can think of."
"Even if it's a bit… masochistic?" Harry asked.
"Especially if it involves delicious pain," Tom purred. He leaned forward and opened the small refrigerator that the limbo is equipped with. He pulled out a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses. "I am glad that you convinced me to wait until after you're legal," he said. "I would hate for you not to drink on your wedding night."
"Then to debauchery, murder, and bestsellers," Harry suggested, taking his drink.
"I was hoping for something more romantic but that would work," Tom chuckled.
"It's us," Harry shrugged. They drank to it and relaxed in each other's presence.
As planned, they were the first two to arrive at the reception. There was no entrance planned, just them standing by the front doors to welcome the guests in. In groups and couples, everyone came in, offering them their congratulations. Harry noticed that Tom was particularly interested in making sure the mayor and other business professionals give their congratulations, Tom giving their hands a firmer handshake. "You better not be working on our wedding," Harry said.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Tom purred. "Ahh! Your parents."
Mr. and Mrs. Potter walked in. "Harry!" Mrs. Potter said, hugging her son. "I'm so proud of you both," she said, hugging Tom as well.
"Thank you mum," Harry blushed.
"Sons, it was beautiful," Mr. Potter said. "And rather short."
"We would rather get to the point," Tom shrugged. Mr. Potter grabbed Tom's hand to shake and pulled him into a hug, surprising Harry's husband. Mrs. Potter shook her head amused and patted her husband's shoulder. "We'll talk later," she said, pulling her husband away.
The rest came in, Harry's friends from the drag club practically squeezing him and demanding that he dances with them before walking away. Tom leaned towards Harry and whispered, "It looks like they helped themselves to the free drinks already."
"Shut up," Harry said, rolling his eyes. When the last of the guest have arrived, Harry and Tom went to the center of the hall as everyone else were sitting. They stopped in the middle of the dance area and an announcer's voice filled the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the celebration of Tom and Harry Riddle's marriage! Please stand and welcome the newly wedded couple as they have their first dance as husband and husband."
A favored slow song of Tom's started to play and the two danced, with Tom leading of course. After a while others joined, and the nice started to become a blur of dancing and eating and drinking. Tom and Harry never left each other's side, people coming up to them to congratulate and just talk with them. Harry smiled during their dinner as he noticed his parents and Sirius and Remus hitting it off swimmingly.
After a few drinks, Harry smiled when he saw Dudley walk up to him followed by a young woman. "Hello Harry, err congratulations," Dudley said, "and thanks for inviting us, I really wasn't expecting it."
"You're fine," Harry shrugged. "It's your parents who are annoying."
"It seems you're a talkative drunk," Tom said amusingly.
Dudley shook his head, "No, no he's right. Mum and Dad, they're… conservative. Oh! Forget about them, here, this is my girl, Phoebe."
The young woman stepped up, "Hi Harry, been a while," he said.
"Hello Phoebe," Harry said politely, "you look very lovely."
Phoebe blushed and glanced at Dudley. "Thank you," she said. "Duddles takes good care of me."
"I bet he does," Harry smiled.
"Your dress looks really good," Phoebe said.
"Thank you," Harry smiled. A thought came to him in his drunken mind, "Hey how about we go clothes shopping one day! And afterwards, you can give me tips on tucking?"
"O-Oh! Uh sure," Phoebe nodded, shocked that Harry would talk about something so explicit so openly. "I'll text you after your honeymoon. See you." Harry watched as his cousin and his girlfriend walked away. He heard chuckling behind him and turned, "What?" he asked innocently.
"Oh nothing, just simply amazing the fact that you're fully mine now," Tom smirked.
"Yeah, I am," Harry said, kissing Tom. "Come on! Let's go dance!"
The night went on with endless celebration. Harry changed halfway through into something easier to move in and spent almost an hour straight dancing with Blaise and Draco. They all joked about tiring Tom out as he spent the hour walking around, talking with his commanders and others, joining every now and again. It was well past midnight when people started to leave, everyone giving one last cheer for Harry and Tom.
The married couple returned to their new beachside home, Tom carrying Harry into the master bedroom, both already handsy as they try their best to get the other naked. "Tom please," Harry panted. "I need you."
"What do you need, Songbird?" Tom chuckled.
"I need my husband's cock in my weeping pussy," Harry breathed, "Please Master?"
Tom chuckled. "Such a needy wife I have," he said. He sat down on the edge of the bed, taking his shirt off and kicking off his shoes. "Strip Harry," he commanded. "Strip for your master."
Smiling, Harry spilled off of Tom's lap and stood up, dancing to music in his head as he teasingly took off his clothes, rubbing his body as he did, bringing great emphasis to his chest, dragging his hands down to his clothed cock and spun around, shaking his butt at Tom. "Like this, Master?" Harry teased.
"Exactly," Tom purred. Harry soon was just in a pair of panties when he got to his knees, crawling up to Tom. He grabbed Tom's pants and helped him get them off, his cock hard and leaking standing proud and large. Silently, Harry started licking just as he was trained. Tom cursed, breathing heavily.
"Hey Daddy, guess what," Harry said childishly, holding the base of Tom's cock as he licked it like a lollipop. "I love my husband."
"Funny thing Songbird, I love my husband too," Tom smirked. "Now let me fuck him like the bitch he is." They consummated their marriage, making love like proper husbands, Master and his Songbird, lovers who will conquer all who would oppose them. As Tom fills Harry with his love and seed, Harry remembers his place, the trials he had to suffer through to reach this moment, this instant of his love, his Master, his Voldemort filling him in what he desperately needs. He did not care that their hands were bloodied. Right now in this moment, they were husbands, and though he knew that their hands would be bloodied in the future, it did not matter for he knew that during these times they would have together. And all will be well.
THE END