After the decision Prince Harry has made, the royal family made some preparations for the departure of the prince. Then, the prince took his place in the procession, which more resembled a funeral than a nuptial ceremony, and with his parents, despite the grief & sorrow of the people, ascended the mountain. When they reached the summit, they left him alone and returned home with sad and heavy hearts.
While Harry stood on the edge of the mountain, panting with fear and with eyes full of tears, the gentle Hagrid (the west wind) raised him from the ground and brought him into a flowery dale. Because of his tired eyes from crying, Harry then settled into the grassy bank and fell asleep. When he awoke refreshed with sleep, he looked around and saw near by a pleasant grove of tall and stately trees. He entered it, and in the midst discovered a fountain, sending forth clear and crystal waters, and fast by, a magnificent palace. It is by far the most beautiful palace he has ever seen in his entire existence on earth that he would bet his life that it wasn't a work of a mortal man but a happy retreat of some god.
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"See Draco dear, he's admiring the scene!" Sirius announced cheerfully at the uneasy and worrying god.
"Well, he should be. After all, you poured all your so-called creativity in that palace."
"Well, yeah, I know you're trying to flatter me," Sirius replied arrogantly.
"Argh, enough about that now! What's going to happen next?"
"Wait and see."
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Drawn by admiration and wonder, Harry approached the building and ventured to enter. Every object he met filled him with pleasure and amazement. Golden pillars supported and vaulted the roof, and the walls were enriched with carvings and paintings representing beasts of the chase and rural scenes, adapted to delight the eye of the beholder. Proceeding onward, he perceived that besides the apartments of state there were others filled with all manner of treasures, and beautiful and precious productions of nature and art.
While Harry's eyes were occupied by the beauty of the palace, a voice addressed him, though he saw no one.
"Your highness, all that you see is yours, we are you humble servants and we will obey your every command with utmost care and diligence."
"Why can't I see you? And where is my husband?" Harry asked.
"It is not ours to explain, your highness, but your husband will join you soon. Retire to your chamber if you please or refresh yourself with a bath. Your supper awaits you in the adjoining alcove when it pleases you to take your seat there."
"Well, thank you."
"We're glad to be of service your highness."
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"He was asking for me Sirius!" Draco exclaimed.
"Of course he would ask for you, he wanted to know how monstrous his husband is."
"Argh! Stop it will you, or that certain water nymph you have in your bed right now will miraculously disappear tomorrow." Draco smirked.
"Remus? Oh no, no, you're not going to do that you little git."
"Well, I can always play with my arrows you know."
"Fine!" Sirius growled.
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Harry gave ear to the admonistions of his vocal attendants, and after a little nap and refreshment of the bath. Seated himself in the alcove, where a table immediately presented itself, without any visible aid from waiters or servants, and covered with the greatest delicacies of food and the most nectareous wines. His ears too were feasted with music from invisible performers; of whom one sang with a heavenly voice (he thought the god of music himself was the one singing in his very special evening), another played on the lute, and all closed in the wonderful harmony of a full chorus.
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"So how was my number?" Sirius asked Draco after Harry had his supper.
"What number?"
"Uhm, earth to you, hello? I had a live performance there. Didn't you know? I sang specially for your 'sweetheart'."
"Really? What do you want me to do in return? Sing for Remus?"
"Nah, thanks anyway."
"I was joking, stupid"
TBC…
A/N: Sorry if this chapters really short…
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