Warning: Full blast lemon
Smaragdus arcanum Lunam
Cloud Sorano
7
True to Alice's words. The family left the house that evening, leaving Edward and Harry alone. They took off, crossing the border and into Canada to hunt further north. It would take them all night and won't return until late morning. Edward and Harry had hunted after the fiasco with Bella earlier near the property and returned to the empty house.
They retired to his room, and he was now watching Harry explore his room with a content look on his face. He had felt lousy ending things with Bella as it was, but it was best for both of them. He did not want to drag her along any further, making it complicated. But being with Harry, his guilt forgotten and pushed Bella to the far reach of his mind.
Edward finally remembered something and stood quickly, surprising Harry. "Wait a moment," he blurred from the room and returned with a leather pouch, glasses, and broken wood sticks in his hands, "Here. There were with you."
Harry looked wistful as he took the things. "My wand," he held the broken stick up. Edward could see a golden and red tuft of feather hanging from the center of the wood itself. "Phoneix feather core and holly wood. I got this on my 11th birthday, the day I learned I was a wizard. There are only two wands made with phoenix feather core." His green eyes looked up, "the other is his." Image of the ominous Dark Lord filled Edward's head, and he recoiled. "I can't use it anymore. Not that I need it now."
Harry placed the broken wand into the pouch. Edward watched in amazement as the long stick vanished into a pouch that was no bigger than three square inches. "Extendable charm, it can hold more than what it appears. I have an invisibility cloak in there and few other things." He then held up his glasses, and he could see dirt and blood splatter dried on the lenses. "I don't need this anymore now." He tucked it into his pouch and smiled. "Thank you. This is precious to me."
Edward nodded. "Someone gave you this pouch?" He had seen a snippet of the memory, but it was hazy.
"Yes. Hagrid, a half-giant and a very good friend, gave it to me on my recent birthday. No one but me can open it."
"I'd like to try," Edward said, holding his hand out, more curious about magic. Harry placed the bag in his hand and watched.
Edward pried the opening wiser and stuck a finger in the bag. His eyebrow rose, nothing deterred him, and he placed his hand in, surprised it went in, it was comical to see his whole hand sticking in a tiny pouch in midair. He felt around and pulled out a parchment.
Harry was surprised. Hermione and Ron had tried before and failed. He took the parchment Edward had pulled out; he caught cursive scripts in his handwriting of a list of objects; it was his list of Horcruxes. "Huh. I wonder why it allowed you."
Edward handed the pouch back to Harry, who returned the parchment in it. "Perhaps it's because we are mates?"
"It's possible." Harry placed it down on Edward's desk.
"You're not too upset that I could get in?"
Harry shook his head, returning to examine Edward's collection. "Not really. I don't know why, but I trust you implicitly." He grinned over his shoulder to the taller vampire.
Edward smiled and returned to his couch and sat down. "Good."
"Which one is your favorite?" Harry asked as he pursued Edward's CD collection. He could see there are many genres of music, but the majority of them are classics. He recognized most of them, Debussy, Beethoven, Mozart, and many more. His Aunt Petunia enjoyed listening to them on the radio, and he had come to appreciate some of them growing up.
"Depends. Some days I like this, and others, that. I prefer the classics." Edward replied, leaning back on his white couch. He had a small smile on his lips, enjoying watching Harry move gracefully in his room, poking and looking at anything.
Harry turned to Edward, "And your current flavor of music is?"
Edward stood from the couch again and went to his stereo, hitting the button, and music started to play. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to wash over him. He felt Harry move to grasp his arm in a side hug, resting against his side.
"Moonlight sonata," Harry whispered. "I like this one."
Edward turned and grasped Harry around the waist, slowly swaying and moving him around the room to the music. He gazed down into the emerald orbs. They danced softly to the tune, watching each other, falling deeper into each other's eyes. The world around them fell away, and it was just them and the music.
Edward softly whispered, "The moment I saw your eyes," he brushed a thumb underneath one of Harry's eyes, "Smaragdus arcanum Lunam."
They swayed in a full circle slowly. Harry replied, "Mysterious emerald moon." He smirked. "Never had them described like that." He recalled all the times people would refer his eyes to his mother's eyes. He liked Edward's description; no, he loved it. "Yours is like the blazing sun to me." He replied softly. "Bright and beautiful. I feel warm inside just looking at them."
The song kept on playing as they slowed down to a stop. Harry rose on his toes, brushing his lips against Edward's lips. The mouth opened, and Harry dived in; his tongue tasted and explored the other vampire's mouth. Edward tasted sweet, and he could not get enough of it. His tongue swept against the teeth and back to intertwine with the other tongue.
Edward reached up and grasped Harry's hair, returning the fervor of the kiss. Their body moved together, molding to fit. His knee slipped between Harry's legs, and one of Harry's legs moved to wrap around his own. One hand fell away from the unruly black lock to grasp the leg closer to his body, grinding their hips together. He heard Harry moan as their hardened manhood grounded together and the electrifying feeling spread in his body.
"I want you so bad," Edward whispered as he broke the kiss, moving to pepper kisses along the smooth jaw. "You taste so good. I can't get enough of your smell. I can't stop touching you."
Harry threw his head back as Edward started to nibble down his neck. His voice was hoarse as he let out a, "yes… yes. More."
Edward held Harry as he laid him down onto the soft plush rug. He moved down, kissing a trail along Harry's clavicle, nibbling as his hand worked on popping the buttons on his shirt, exposing the pale toned chest. He looked up to see Harry watching with darkened emerald eyes and moved to sit up, straddling Harry's hips. His hands rested on Harry's breastbone, and he said softly, "I've never been with anyone. Let alone with a man."
Harry grasped Edward's wrists and moved his hands to rest on each side of his head, bringing him down so their noses touched. He replied, "Me either. But we'll figure it out…" he then kissed him, grasping his head and raised his hip, grinding into Edward's hip, causing him to gasp softly. His hands moved down to tug the shirt out of Edward's pants and helped him to pull it up. He smiled as the toned chest, as pale as his own, came to view and reached up, tracing the dips and curve of the muscles. "Beautiful."
Edward sat back and pulled Harry to sit up and helped him out of his shirt and returned the favor, fingers tracing and teasing the hardened pebbles of his nipples. The song continued playing as they explored each other's bodies, kissing, biting, and tracing with fingers and tongues.
Harry's hand moved down to Edward's pants, fingers tugging at the button. Edward stopped and looked into Harry's eyes. He knew his own eyes darkened, pupils blown with lust much like Harry's own. He moved his hand down to help and pushed the pants down, leaving him naked. His hand moved to do the same with Harry's pants, hips rose to assist, and finally, they moaned softly together as their bodies came together, touching skin to skin.
"You feel so good," Harry murmured into Edward's neck, grasping his neck and back, his legs wrapped around the taller vampire's legs. Their hardness rubbing against each other. "Touch me more, please." He begged, grasping harder, wanting more.
Edward groaned and reached down, grasping both of their rods, stroking them together slowly. Their pre-come, silvery and glistening in the low sunlight shining through the windows, coated his hand as he moved it up and down. Harry threw his head back and bucked his hips in time with the stroke. "Yes.." He purred.
Edward was mesmerized by his lover's throes as he kept on stroking. He was amazed that with his ability to read minds, he could feel what Harry was feeling. It overlapped with his own, and it was almost too much. "Harry…" he almost whimpered as his hand started to move faster, his hips bucking. "I'm going to…" Harry looked down to lock his eyes with Edward and nodded, "Me too." He grasped onto Edward's shoulders to hold on. He groaned sweetly as the tenseness coiled in his belly and his balls tightening. "Faster… Yesss…." He hissed.
Edward's hand was almost a blur, and his mouth hung open, feeling the sensation overwhelm him, bringing him and Harry to the peak. He cried out, "Harry!" as he came, shuddering hard.
Harry gave a low whine, "Edward!" he bucked and stilled, shivering as their abdomen and covered Edward's hand in their come. He fell back and held onto Edward as the orgasm slowly subsided. He ran his hand through the bronze locks while kissing his forehead.
Edward rested his head on Harry's chest while the intense feeling faded away slowly. They did not need to breathe hard after such an exertion. The sensation of the orgasm had gripped them and spread through their bodies like a wonderful drug. As it faded, he tilted his head and kissed Harry again. He grasped the other man tight to his body. He could not have enough of Harry and relished in the thought of having eternity with him.
"I want more," Harry softly whispered as Edward let go of his lips. He reached down and grasped Edward's buttock and pulled him tighter, feeling his penis harden again. "I want you in me…" he said, meeting the golden eyes.
Edward stared for a moment, grasping what Harry wanted, and nodded slowly.
"I'll prepare you." He reached down slowly, his hand caressing down the hardened manhood, then over the balls, taking a moment to cup them and roll them in his hand, causing Harry to arch and whimpers. He smirked, allowing his hand to travel further down, finding the ring of muscles.
Vampire's whole lower digestive system became obsolete because they do not eat anymore. The blood they drink is absorbed into the body and conforms to energy, and there is no waste to expel. The fluid they ejaculated was venom mixed with seeds. In such a case as lovers, the vampire absorbs their lover's fluid, and it is very intimate for them to share venom. They believe they would be keeping a part of their lover within them forever.
He knew that they did not have to prepare as much as an average human does. He slowly pushed his finger in, already coated from their ejaculation, acting as lube. His finger went in easy, and he felt the muscle contract around his finger. He groaned at the thought of feeling that around his manhood.
Harry arched his back and pushed down, wanting more. There was no pain of breaching, but the pressure sparked an intense feeling that made his toes curl. He let out a whimper and grasped Edward's free hand that was beside him. "More!" Then he felt a second finger enter and his mouth hung open; the feeling erupted like waves every time Edward pulled and pushed his fingers in him. "Please…" He wanted more and deeper. The third finger slipped in and stretched him; he gasped loudly, throwing his head back as the fingers hit the spot inside him that made him see stars. "Yes, there… yess." He hissed and babbled slightly, not realizing he was speaking in Parseltongue, "S-ss-sooo good. That's the place- Ee-dward!"
Edward's eyebrows rose as Harry started to hiss. He listened to Harry's mind and realized he was speaking a different language, and with the ability to read the mind, he understood what Harry was saying. "Soon, love." He murmured and pulled his fingers out, causing Harry to whine at the loss of the feeling. He stroked his penis and poised it at the ring of muscle. "You ready, Harry?" He asked softly.
Harry opened his eyes and looked deep into Edward's eyes. "Yes." He wrapped his hands around his lover's neck and held on as Edward pushed his way in him. He kept his gaze, feeling himself getting full; electricity shot up his spine, and he arched, pushing himself onto Edward, causing him to go deeper, "Oh."
Edward gasped; it felt so good and so tight as he docked all the way. "Amazing…" He whispered and started to rock his hips. He grasped Harry's hip tightly and pushed in deeper and deeper. He heard inside Harry's mind where to hit and found the spot. Stars were sparkling around his vision. He never felt anything as good as he was feeling now.
Harry grasped tightly onto Edward, his legs locked around his hips and rising to meet with every thrust. Every time Edward hit the spot deep inside, it was like a firework exploding in their heads. "Faster," he said, "You feel so good, Edward."
"Yes, Harry," Edward responded, his hips going faster. He leaned down and kissed him hard, pouring all of his passions and love in the kiss, making their heads spin. Their hips moved more quickly against each other, and sounds of explosions echoed in the room from their bodies crashing against each other, drowning out the music.
"Edward…" Harry bit out, "I'm coming."
Edward nodded, "Me too… together." He let out a silent gasp as he slammed into Harry several more times and finally fell off the high precipice. Shuddering as he spilled deep inside Harry and slowed down his thrusting, but kept going, letting the orgasm roll through his body like crashing waves on the shore.
Harry threw his head back, shouting, "Edward!" His come spurted and spilled all over his and Edward's chests. He shuddered, the sensation of orgasm rolling in waves from his toes to his head for a long time as his hips kept on undulating.
Once their bodies slowed down to a still, Edward laid on top of Harry, holding him to his chest. He felt Harry's hand carding through his hair. "I love you." He whispered.
Harry smiled, "I love you too."
Harry watched the trees swayed in a gentle breeze as he lounged against Edward's bare chest, playing with Edward's fingers that hung over his shoulder. They were basking in the afterglow from hours of lovemaking. They had made love several times through the night, taking a turn being top and bottom each. They thoroughly enjoyed both positions and tried different positions all over Edward's room. He loved that he didn't feel tired or had to breathe at all. They could've kept going but decided to take a break, enjoying each other's presence.
The side glass doors were open, and a cool spring breeze wafted into the room. His eyes seemed to be gazing at the gently swaying trees, but his mind was elsewhere, combing through his memories. Music played softly from the stereo. Edward was also listening in his mind, silently watching the memories flick by, fascinated by Harry's life.
Then, he asked, his voice breaking the silence for the first time in hours. "Harry… the diadem?"
Harry's eyes flicked to Edward, and he hummed questioningly and then frowned, "What about it?"
Edward moved and sat up straighter, looking around his room, and he spotted it on his desk. He got up and went to pick up Harry's moleskin pouch and handed it to the younger vampire. "The list, you wrote Ravenclaw's diadem as one of the possible Horcrux."
Harry took the pouch and pulled out the list, "Yes. But it has been lost for a thousand of years."
"No," Edward shook his head and sat down beside Harry, "I saw it in your memory. You came across it once. In that room full of things." He waved his hand, "It's next to this cabinet… on a table with a bust and a dirty old wig."
Harry's eyes widened, "The cabinet the Death Eaters came in… of course. I remember now. I know where it is. It's in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts!" He looked around, spotted a pen on the side table, and grabbed it; he quickly jotted 'ROR' next to the word 'Diadem.' "Now, it leaves Helga Hufflepuff's cup."
Edward nodded. "It's the only thing that evades you." He rubbed the back of his neck and then rested his head on his hand propped up by his leg. "This Voldemort fellow, he went after someone who had the cup and killed her."
Harry blinked, and he recalled the Pensieve he had seen with Professor Dumbledore. "Yes. That's the only thing I am sure that it is a Horcrux, but where would he hide it?"
Edward took the worn parchment and read the list. It listed all the possible Horcruxes that Voldemort made and the location of each one of them, and few were crossed out. He traced a finger over the word 'Gaunt ring.' He had seen it in Harry's memory and knew it was the Resurrection Stone. The Deathly Hallow was real. His finger trailed down to the Hufflepuff cup, and he tapped at the word. "He hid each in locations that were important to him. The cave, he had an image of it in his room. It was important to him because he dreamed of getting out of the orphanage, and the picture was something that held promise to him. Then there's the diary, and he had this Malfoy senior hold onto it. The ring, hidden in his family shack under terrible curses, but it was his mother's childhood home. This diadem, hidden in Hogwarts, a place he came to care for during his schooling there, I presume he thought of the place home as you did." Harry nodded. "Then there's Nagini, his snake. That's one he is keeping close to him. And you, unintentional, but something no one would guess. His equal." He tapped again on the word for the cup. "Where would he hide this? Would he entrust this to someone like he did with the diary?"
Harry pursed his lips in thought. "He has many followers, but none as loyal as Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange." He tilted his head toward Edward. "Then it's possible Bellatrix Lestrange has the cup. Now, where would she hide it?"
"That insane woman with the wild look?" Edward asked, recalling seeing the crazed woman in Harry's memory. "She was in prison for a long time, along with her husband and brother-in-law.." He had seen newspaper clippings about them in Harry's memory. "Would your Ministry of Magic raid their home upon arrest?"
Harry slowly nodded. "Yes… but they would've found it and know it was a Horcrux. So it's still hidden. The only thing they would have not touch would be their vaults in Gringotts. The goblins would not let them."
Edward grabbed the pen out of Harry's hand and scribbled 'Lestrange Vault – Gringotts ?' next to the 'Hufflepuff Cup.' "That's the best we can come up with."
Harry smiled. "I am glad you can help me with this. It's the best conclusion I've ever gotten since I've been on the run." He leaned forward and gave Edward a searing kiss and took the parchment back, placing it back in his pouch. "Now I need to figure out how to get to the vault. Gringotts is the world's securest bank there is. You don't want to mess with the goblins. There's no knowing what's down there in the caves."
Edward thought for a bit and then asked, "How illegal is the Horcrux?"
Harry blinked and tilted his head at his lover. "Very illegal if it goes by how Professor Slughorn gave us a hard time to get the memory. It's not widely known and considered a very dark art. One would get in trouble teaching a student about it."
"Would the goblins of Gringotts be upset if there was a Horcrux in their vaults?"
Harry's eyes widened. "Probably very upset. We would have to find out."
"Would there be another magical community like the one in London?" Edward asked.
Harry blinked and nodded. "There are many all over the world. I know there is one in France and another in Bulgaria. We read up about the American Ministry of Magic."
Edward nodded. "Then there might be one in Seattle. It's a large city."
Harry laughed, "Now I see why Alice said we would figure out why we needed to go to Seattle. There has to be one. And I would bet you my entire vault of golds that there is a Gringotts there."
Edward smirked, "Well, we're going later today."
"Today?" Harry glanced over to the window and saw the sun rising. "Oh, time sure do fly by when you're having fun." He then looked at Edward, smiling as he took in the handsome bronze-haired vampire in all of his glory. He placed the pouch aside and climbed onto Edward, straddling his lap and locking his arms around the taller man's neck.
Edward smiled as he grasped Harry's hips and pulled them closer to his, leaning up to capture his lover's lips in a passionate kiss. They broke apart after few minutes, their foreheads touching. "I'm going with you when you go back."
Harry sighed, "Edward… I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'm the fastest, and…" Edward moved his hand to poke Harry on the nose, "we're vampires, we're nearly indestructible."
"That's what I am afraid of, 'Nearly' being the keyword. Many spells can hurt us. Dark ones especially." Harry replied. "The Death Eaters would not hesitate to use any of them."
"You're my mate. Vampire mates are ever hardly apart from one another. It hurts them to be far apart from each other, especially over a long period. I don't know how long this will take you to finish what you need to do. And halfway around the world? No. I don't think I can bear losing you after I just found you. I'm going." Edward said with finality in his tone. "I love you, and I am going to follow you to the end of the Earth. If you die, I die."
Harry closed his eyes and gave a tiny nod. He knew if he was in Edward's shoes and Edward had to do something important, he would have done the same. Follow him wherever he goes. Even after few days being with the Cullens in Washington, he found happiness and contentment in all places on Earth. He wanted to stay and forget about Britain, forget about his responsibility, but the guilt gnawed at him, calling him back. "Okay. Because I love you too and can't stand the thought of being without you."
"Forever." Edward whispered his lips on Harry's lips.
"Always." Harry replied, kissing Edward again and then leaned back, asking, "Think we got enough time for one or two more rounds before the others get back?" Edward laughed.
AN:
I hope you enjoyed the lemon. There will be few more in later chapters.
There is a image for this chapter: https: yashodoa /art/ Smaradgus-arcanum-Lunam-Chapter-7- 868517862 (remove the spaces)
I read up on Twilight Saga Wiki Fandom site about how vampires has perfect recollection of memories. This is what happens between Edward and Harry, Harry would think about his past, play them in his mind and Edward would watch, seeing them as if watching a movie. With perfect recollection, they are able to pin down some clues that a normal human would have missed. It's like having their own personal pensive.
Seattle's up next! I'm rather excited about this because I have been to Seattle few times. (Even I visited Forks and Port Angles too! Very lovely towns and the area is gorgeous!).
