I Wouldn't Change a Thing (11/?)
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Lucis-aurora: Well there's only one more chapter left that I've already written that needs to be uploaded then it's back to waiting for updates.
Icarus Malfoy: I'm really glad you like my fic.
Jelly bean: I know Severus had a dark past and I realise he wouldn't be so loving but, in regards to my fic, I figure, he's worried about losing his son. He had to give him up as a baby and he just got him back and is trying to make up for lost time. There are also a lot of other things but I'll get into that in later chapters.
Snape's Apprentice: Yes, the Tonks/ Severus thing would be my younger sister's influence.
Troll bogeys: I got Henry from Henry V. Also, it's never said that Harry's name is short for anything and it seems that in most stories, Harry is a shortened form of Harold and that name never sat well with me for personal reasons.
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Chapter 11: The Wedding
The sweet smell of cherry blossoms filled the air on that particularly clear July morning. The mansion was spotless and chaotic for today was Harry and Lucius' wedding day. Servants bustled about, setting up the ballroom for the reception and the chairs in the formal garden. Unfortunately, Draco had decided that he would be attending his father's nuptials. Severus was busy trying to keep Lucius from becoming homicidal while Ron, Hermione and Tonks were consoling Harry
Harry was scared out of his wits. All he could think about was Draco doing something during the ceremony to upset everything. He knew that it was a bad idea to have the wedding at the manor. Molly Weasley sat in the rocking chair by the window with Paris in her arms. "Harry, calm down you're upsetting Paris." Hermione rubbed small circles on her friend's back. "I can't help it, you know? What am I supposed to do, 'Mione???"
"Ronnikins, go fetch Harry some chamomile tea." Molly ordered from the rocking chair by the window. Ron nodded and left the room. In Molly's arms, baby Paris was sound asleep, long, inky eyelashes spread on his chubby little pale white cheeks. She placed him in the white basinet in his tiny little dress robes and hugged Harry. "Everything will be fine." She said reassuringly to the boy who had become like a son to her. "Will it, though?" Harry nearly sobbed.
Draco charged up to the room Harry was in and just about go to the door when Sirius grabbed his cousin by the collar and dragged him in the other direction and threw him in a room. "Lucius, Control your damn son!" Sirius growled. Draco looked at his cousin and gave him the finger. "Wanna keep that finger?" Sirius threatened before he turned and left the room to find his lover and greet the guests that had begun arriving.
Lucius didn't say anything to his son; the look in his eyes said everything for him. The man was beyond disappointed. "You are a Malfoy and are expected to behave as such. God knows how many people will be watching today and you particularly. I will not stand to have you ruin this day for Harry. If you truly loved him, as you say you do, you will let him go and do what makes him happy. Do not disappoint me, Draco." Lucius remained calm as he spoke sternly to the seventeen year old boy. Picking his silver and white jacquard robe from the bed, Lucius slipped it on and inspected the cuff of his left sleeve. "There are reporters here, son. I expect you to act accordingly around them or I just may disinherit you. And as for Paris, do not disturb him. Harry has decided not to acknowledge you as the boy's father. I just thought you ought to know that." He glared icily at the young blonde and swept out of the room and down the marble staircase followed closely by Severus who went to find his own son and grandson.
Harry sipped his tea with a shaking hand. Looking over the top of the mug, Harry could see the top of his rectangular, silver wire framed glasses, and beyond that, Ron, Molly, Hermione, and Ginny. In the distance, the young Snape heard the shrill wail of an infant wanting to be fed. The mug was hastily placed on the writing desk in the nursery as Harry stood to pick up Paris. "I want my father." Harry whimpered. "I can't do this. What if Luc doesn't love me? What if he decides he doesn't want Paris around? Oh God, I can't go through with this!" Harry began pacing with the crying new born cradled in his arms. He placed the nipple of the bottle at baby Paris's mouth and was soothed by the gentle sounds of his son suckling on the bottle of milk. "What do I do? I'm too young for this. He doesn't want me. I'm too immature for him." He was rambling again when Severus entered.
Severus quickly took the fair-haired child from his son and told the anxious teen to sit down and take deep breaths. "I was like this too when I married your mother. I was a nervous wreck and thought I would never be able to go through with it but I did and you will too." It still surprised Harry to see his father like this. It was hard to believe that underneath the hard, snarky, intimidating exterior, was a calm, sensitive, almost gentle and loving man. "I remember when you were the same size as Paris, here. I would sit in the library with you in my arms and read you stories. You didn't know what I was saying but it didn't matter. At night, your mother and I would sit in bed and just look at you and watch you play with your toes. You were the cutest baby. And when your mum and I went to work, your grandmother would come over to watch you. She would knit you booties and little jumpers and hats and blankets and embroider you pillows. I still have everything in your old chest in the north tower. And here you are, my little Henry, with your own child, getting married. You're very lucky to be marrying Lucius. He's an evil git but a good man." Severus reminisced as he gently burped the small infant. "Are you still having doubts?" He asked. Harry nodded. "Do you love him?" Harry nodded with a huge smile. "Do you see yourself with him in the future?" Again, Harry nodded. "Do you want to marry him?" Harry nodded again. "You're nervous that Draco will do something." Harry nodded. "Don't worry about him." He placed Paris in the basinet and gently stroked his dark blonde hair then lifted the white and silver jacquard robe from the hangar on the back of the door and held it open for his son. "Take a sip of your tea then you, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny go downstairs. Molly and I will be down with Paris shortly." Harry hugged Severus and him and his friends left the room.
The photographers were all set up and ready. The last of the guests were taking their seats and the ring bearer was checking to see if he had the rings. A portrait of Lily was placed in the first row of chairs. Remus stood behind the baby carriage and placed one last kiss upon his lover's lips before hearing the strings quartet begin to play. The golden eyed werewolf pushed the carriage down the white carpet, past the rows of guests in the formal garden to where Albus and Minerva stood at the altar. The ring bearer and flower girl were next to walk down the aisle and joined Remus and baby at the end of the aisle. Severus and Sirius led the grooms to the aisle and their guests stood. The Potions master kissed his son on the cheek and smoothed down an unruly lock of hair. Sirius, Lucius' cousin (by marriage) was the closest thing to family, besides Draco, at the ceremony, reluctantly kissed his cousin on the cheek and stepped out to stand next to Severus then walk down the aisle. Lucius and Harry smiled at each other and walked towards each other. The younger ma slipped an arm through Lucius's and together, they walked down the aisle to join their friends and family.
As they walked along the flower petal dusted aisle, both Harry and Lucius noticed that Draco was nowhere to be seen and they smiled. Camera flashes flashed in their faces when they reached the altar. Minerva sat off to the side with the carriage, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Albus stood behind a carved stone altar in blue and white tie-dyed robes. At the centre of the altar was a large, white pillar candle and off to either side of it, in cut crystal and silver trimmed candle holders, was a single, white taper candle. Dumbledore lit the centre candle and Lucius and Harry followed, lighting their own candles from the centre one. "We are gathered here to witness the joining of two souls. If there is anyone here who objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." For a moment, all was silent. Eyes darted around the rows and rows of guests to see if anyone would object, or for the appearance of Draco Malfoy. "Good. Do we have the rings?" The ring bearer took the antique rings from his pocket and handed them to Lucius and Harry. "Does Henry James Snape enter this union of his own free will?" "Yes, I do." Albus gave a small nod and turned in the direction of Lucius and Sirius. "And does Lucius Adrian Malfoy enter this union of his own free will?" "Yes, I do." Albus turned to Harry and Lucius. "Now, repeat after me," He turned to Lucius. "I, Lucius Adrian Malfoy,"
"I, Lucius Adrian Malfoy," He repeated.
"Take thee, Henry James Snape,"
"Take thee, Henry James Snape,"
"In sickness and health, for richer or poorer," Albus led.
"In sickness and health, for richer or poorer,"
"Until the day I die."
"Until the day I die, forever and always." Lucius held the etched platinum and diamond band between his fingers for a moment before sliding it on Harry's left ring finger.
"And Harry," That was Albus' cue for Harry to repeat the vows.
"I, Henry James Snape, take thee, Lucius Adrian Malfoy – " Harry barely had a chance to finish before Draco interrupted.
"I'm sorry, I can't let this happen." He shouted as he hopped towards the altar.
"How in the nine hells did you get out? I bound you magically to that chair!" Lucius was livid. He couldn't believe that his son would risk his reputation just so he could ruin a wedding.
"I broke the chair and hopped all the way down." He turned to Harry. "Harry, please, you can't do this. You can't marry my father. I am so in love with you, Harry. And father, mother hasn't even been buried more than four months and already you're marrying someone new? The other father of my child no less!"
Still holding Lucius' left hand, Harry turned to Draco. "If you love me as much as you say you do, you wouldn't have ruined the best day of my life. If you love me, you would want me to be happy, even if it meant being with someone else. Just let me be happy. You ruined the day my son was born, which was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, and you've ruined my wedding. I'll never be able to have this again, Draco. If you loved me, you wouldn't have ruined my wedding." Harry was almost in tears.
"Go inside, Draco. You and I shall have a long chat." Lucius ground out. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I know that for us, our wedding is a one time event and you will never be able to get this day back as it was supposed to be but I would like to attempt to make it up to you." He said softly a Draco was lead away by Bill and Charlie Weasley.
"I know, Luc. Now, can we finish this ceremony, please?" Harry opened his palm to reveal Lucius' ring that he still held. "Of course." Lucius answered.
"Alright, if everyone would settle down, we would like to continue this ceremony without any further interruptions." Albus announced. The guests quieted down and Harry began to restate his vows.
"I, Henry James Snape, take thee, Lucius Adrian Malfoy, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for all of eternity." Harry bit back a tear as he slid the warm band on his lover's slender, pale finger.
"If the two of you would hold your left hands." Albus said taking out his wand. He levitated the red ribbon that was on the altar and everyone watched as it wound itself around Harry and Lucius' covered arms and seeming to melt into the cloth of their robes and their skin. "You may kiss." And kiss they did. Lucius' hand was gripping the back of Harry's head as they kissed passionately until Severus coughed, breaking them apart. "It is an honour to introduce you all to the newly wedded, Lucius and Harry Malfoy." The strings quartet began to play again and the guests stood up clapping and whistling as Harry and Lucius walked up the aisle and toward the manor in a cloud of rose petals and rice.
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