Chapter Five: Day of the Wise-One: Last Day Before the New Moon
After the hottest snog Harry ever had, he really wished Severus wasn't so damn honourable. He had never been left wanting so much in all his life, and the sexy bastard knew it.
At least the dancing had tired him and Severus out, helping them sleep through the night—or was it day? Harry shook his head. Terms for a nocturnal race were confusing. He should just always wear his watch; at least, that would help ground him.
Severus still slept. His face looked stunning and peaceful in the illusioned morning light streaming in from the balcony.
As Harry reached to touch Severus' cheek, the doors to their chamber suddenly flew open, followed by half a dozen black-robbed guards marching inside.
Severus shot up, the blankets sliding off his bare chest and pooling in his lap, no sleepiness clouding his expression. He quickly checked on Harry with a glance, then waved his hand, calling forth a wall of fire.
"Your Royal Brilliance," one of the guards said, bowing.
With fierce, narrowed eyes, Severus asked, "What do you want?"
The front two guards lowered their hoods.
Harry's panic slightly ebbed when he recognised Sirs Enason and Dýod, although he kept his wand in hand but out of sight.
"Sire," Sir Dýod said, "we have news that the Hollow has been infiltrated and must move you to another location as a precaution."
"And where will this location be?" Harry asked.
When Sir Dýod hesitated to answer, the line of flames grew taller and more intense, changing from a cautious reddish-orange to a searing blue.
Severus growled something at Sir Dýod in Danu'sa: Answer him! Severus' mind translated for Harry.
"Mr Potter," Sir Dýod said stiffly, "you and His Royal Brilliance will only be transferred to a different bedchamber. As for its location, it is near the Grand Ruby Gardens, which, I believe, you have yet to visit."
Sighing, Severus waved his hand, and the fire disappeared. "Will this postpone our return to Earth?"
"I cannot say, sire," Sir Dýod answered. "You will need to speak with His Eternal Luminousness."
"And when will that be?" Severus said sardonically.
"I do not know, sire."
Harry could feel Severus' magic irately swirling around him. It brushed against his skin electric, switching between numbing, hot, and cold. The guards tried to remain unaffected in its presence, but the jumpy twitch of a finger or nervous adjustment of their stance gave them away.
"You do not know," Severus repeated, fully embodying his harsh professor persona. "Then find out."
Sir Dýod pursued his lips ever so slightly. "Yes, sire."
"Leave," Severus commanded. "Harry nor I desire an audience while we dress."
Unless it's an audience of one, Harry thought, giving Severus a playful crooked smile.
As the guards followed Severus' order and speedily exited, Severus stood from the bed, his gaze full of promise.
Harry swallowed, and Severus' gaze flitted to his throat.
Wearing only pants, Severus hurried to the wardrobe, his leg and arm muscles deliciously flexing as he moved.
"We need to also pack," Severus said. From a shelf, he pulled out the cloth bag Harry had transformed for their beach trip. "Could you expand this for our things? I'll focus on making us something practical."
While Severus worked, Harry transfigured their snow-white cloaks into jackets. Even though they were underground, cold gusts of the Hollows' magic had chilled their skin when they previously traversed it. Harry also returned his holster to his left forearm and put on his watch.
Severus opted to create them each a white long-sleeved, V-neck shirt and dark drawstring trousers.
Harry understood why: the garments would allow for better manoeuvrability with a lower risk of the fabric being grabbed, which was important given fae didn't solely rely on magic during combat.
Once they were packed and ready to go, Severus opened the chamber doors with a thought. Harry knew it was fae magic and not wizarding spells, but seeing it done without a wand so effortlessly still impressed him.
The journey had less awe-inspiring sights than past trips, the guards guiding them through narrower, empty tunnels on the outskirts of the Hollow. Eventually, they returned to a broad corridor embellished with precious metals and gems. Detailed topiaries of unknown animals also lined the path.
The guards stopped before a pair of doors, if you could call them that; they were made of stones, a creeping plant with little carmine-coloured flowers, and a zigzag stream of water.
"Your new bedchamber, sire," Sir Dýod said.
Interesting, Severus thought. He looked at the entrance like it was a puzzle to solve. Closing his eyes, he extended his hands.
A moment later, Severus gasped, his eyes flying open, but he quickly regained his composure.
With a look of centration, he sent his magic at the doors. Gradually, the cascading water became a trickle, revealing seams of light beyond. He then made a pushing motion and thought, Air.
Starting at the top, the doors opened into the room in sections like a rolling wave.
He's so clever, Harry thought.
It's just opening doors, Harry, Severus thought back, but a pleased grin lightened his face.
Harry felt his face heat, and Severus' smile grew broader.
Stay alert, Severus urged.
Harry nodded. His senses were already drinking in his surroundings, but they were mainly focused on Severus: the way he moved and his scent, a deep, complex mixture with hints of ylang-ylang and earthy oakmoss.
Placing his fingers inches away from his wand, Harry cautiously entered alongside Severus.
The circular chamber was three times as large as their previous one. A gentle brook bisected the stone floor, elegantly carved wooden bridges connecting each side. There were no windows or balconies, not even a ceiling, but the walls were alive: bioluminescent plants, fungi, and flying insects emitting soft green, blue, and gold light. Additional lighting was provided by fire in lampstands. He and Severus basically stood at the bottom of what appeared to be a deep sinkhole. To some fae, the bedchamber was probably a luxurious paradise, but to Harry, it was just plain unnerving, like a dungeon and a soaring tower were combined but somehow came out wrong.
"Sire, guards will be posted nearby but out of sight to decrease the chance of others learning of your whereabouts," Sir Dýod said. "If you need anything, close the blossoms on your chamber doors, and you will be attended to. From what I have witnessed of your magic, I have little doubt you can perform the task.
"I shall send someone to inquire about His Eternal Luminousness's visit as you commanded." He pointed to a silver bell hanging on a vine to the left of the doorway. "They will know to ring the bell five times for permission to enter."
Sir Dýod bowed. "May welcome tidings find you on this Day of the Wise-One." He then raised his hood.
The other guards also bowed before turning as one and marching out.
Once the last pair of guards had left, Severus called back the water and closed the doors with his magic. Then, together, they explored their new bedchamber—the idea of the room being theirs easier to accept now. There were various sitting areas, tables, and a gigantic bed but no wardrobe, so Severus remedied that, and they stored away their things.
The fae were peculiar in that they could live forever but didn't seem to value the permanence of things, such as clothing.
Harry and Severus found a short ascending stairway along a wall. At its end, hidden beyond a curtain of vines, was a cave that housed a hot spring and a private toilet. The humidity caused their clothes to cling to their skin. In countless wall niches, flickering candles burnt; in some, tiny fae had also claimed the same spaces as home.
Doesn't appear to have a shower, Harry thought. We'll have to use the hot spring to wash…maybe even at the same time.
Severus' eyes became heated. An excellent idea… He shook his head. But no. Harry and I have too much painful history. We need to get to know each other better before…—he shut his eyes and swallowed—more.
Harry sighed. He's so damn honourable.
Severus rolled his eyes. No. I'm simply cautious. And I want to minimise either one of us getting hurt.
"I don't know," Harry teased, "you wanting to respect my feelings: only people with honour do that."
"And all the times I didn't respect your feelings?"
"I haven't forgotten them. And I know you probably meant every insult." He laughed softly. "I know I meant each I gave to you at the time. But I guess the question is, 'Do you regret them?'"
"Of course, I regret them—deeply so. I grew too entrenched in my own bitterness to see fate's gift right in front of me." Severus glanced away. I don't understand; how can he even look at me? His gaze returned to Harry. "I am…sorry."
Harry felt his entire body fill with sweet warmth. I think my heart melted onto the floor. He reached up, wanting to touch Severus' face, but decided to place his hand on Severus' arm instead. How can he not see how amazing he is?
"Severus, you're brilliant: strong, smart, thoughtful, so talented." Very attractive. Flushing, he looked down, then back into Severus' mesmerising gaze. "I wish my dad and the rest of the Marauders were here so I could yell at them myself for how they treated you."
His eyes became wet. "I'm sorry for ever calling you a coward. It's the furthest thing from the truth."
With warmth and thanks in Severus' eyes, he tenderly cupped Harry's cheek.
I wish he'd kiss me, Harry thought.
Severus stared at Harry's lips for an intense moment, but he didn't cross the few inches separating their mouths.
They left the bathroom without saying another word, their thoughts as turbulent as ever.
About an hour later, a guard they didn't recognise informed them that King Cégirmir would keep the appointed time discussed at the ball. After Harry checked his watch and Severus did some mental maths, they found they had about eighty-four minutes to wait.
Harry and Severus now lounged on a sofa in one of the sitting areas, a bare coffee table in front of them. An intricate mosaic of The Seven Branches underneath their feet differentiated the space. The nearby wall in front of them held a lit fireplace with splashing fountains on either side. Steam hypnotically climbed into the air from where the two elements battled.
The Golden Snitch Dumbledore had given Harry fluttered around his head. Once again, he shot out his hand and caught it. Harry sighed. He'd take a nap to pass the time if he could, but he was too awake for that.
"Let's play a game," Harry suggested, placing the Snitch back into his mokeskin pouch.
Severus lowered the trousers he was attempting to fashion a zip for. "A game?" he asked warily. "What type of game?"
"Er…" What can we play? Creating cards or a chessboard would eat up too much time to make it worthwhile… "Well," he said, thinking aloud, "earlier, you thought we needed to get to know each other better. So why don't we ask each other questions? Like in Truth and Dare." The mental image of him daring Severus to kiss him and then being enthusiastically snogged danced alluringly in his head. It would be so hot.
Hearing Harry's thought but unable to see his fantasy, Severus raised an eyebrow.
Harry cleared his throat. "Without the dare part, of course," he added. I'd be mental to chance getting dared by a Slytherin.
Severus smirked.
"But we would have to answer aloud," Harry continued. "I'm pants at controlling my thoughts, but since you're an expert at it, that'd make it fair."
"You're trying to make an interrogation into a game," Severus drawled.
"No!" Harry objected, his cheeks turning a fiery pink.
"Harry, I had no idea you could be so cunning," he teased.
"So, do you want to play?"
Severus grinned. "Why not. But I get to ask the first question."
Harry returned his smile. "Okay."
To better see each other's faces, they turned and raised both legs onto the cushions, their knees almost touching.
"Hmm," Severus said as possible questions rushed through his mind. "Alright. Besides the standard wizarding world hobbies, such as Quidditch, wizard chess, and Exploding Snap, what do you enjoy doing for fun?"
Harry opened his mouth to answer, then closed it. He felt lost.
"I…I don't know," he finally answered. "I haven't really had much opportunity to do much. I do know I enjoy working with my hands."
Realising what he'd said, Harry glanced at Severus and grinned embarrassingly. "Things like cooking and gardening, I mean. When I was really young, like three or four, I remember hearing a flute player on the telly. I thought it was really lovely and have wanted to learn to play an instrument ever since.
"Oh! I do collect Chocolate Frog Cards. Ron put me on it." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "I can't wait until I can collect yours."
Severus snorted in amusement.
"Alright," Harry said excitedly, "my turn."
He thought for a moment.
"Okay, I have it. Now that the war is over, what do you want to do?"
Severus paused. What do I want to do… I can't remember the last time someone asked me that question, he thought, sad pain visible in his eyes. He clenched his teeth. Bollocks to me! I'm turning soft. He sighed. If I could perform Occlumency, I wouldn't be suffering from this blasted problem.
He cleared his throat. "I wouldn't mind a long sabbatical," Severus answered. "I'd practise my new magic, travel. Although,"—he frowned—"if I'm to live on Earth, I'll have to somehow disguise my appearance; otherwise, I'll be hounded."
Harry placed his right hand on the back of Severus' left one. "There are many who would gladly help you. I know Hermione would love to, if you can stand her asking you a million questions first."
"No. I'm quite familiar with Miss Granger's know-it-all behaviour," Severus said, his tone playful, not harsh.
"Yeah. She is a swot," Harry agreed, laughing. "But, without her cleverness… I don't know. I very much doubt I'd be here right now." I owe so much to so many.
"You owe nobody anything," Severus said, gripping Harry's left forearm. "Your life is now your own." He gazed intently into Harry's eyes. "Understood?"
Harry bobbed his head. "Yeah," he said softly.
Severus relaxed his grip and slid his hand to rest on Harry's, copying Harry's current position.
The connection between them stretched and smiled, welcoming the mutual contact.
"I'll go ahead and ask the same question," Severus said. "What do you want to do?"
Harry smiled at Severus' returning the favour. "Right now,"—he inhaled, then exhaled a deep breath—"I want to drink a jug of water and eat; I don't care what." And snog you. Snogging you again would be nice. "But, in a broader sense, I want to help others."
Severus' face turned pensive. "It seems you need saving from your own altruism."
Harry sighed. "I know, I know. Hermione informed me way back in fifth year. She called it my 'people-saving thing.'" A line appeared between his brows. "I wanted to be an Auror, but with the war over,"—and finding my soulmate—"I'm not sure."
A faraway expression appeared on Harry's face. "After I was told my parents died in a car accident, I wanted to be an inventor." He smiled wistfully. "I wanted to create something that would have protected them, saved them. Maybe…maybe I could invent protective charms, ones that would save Quidditch players from fatal falls or people from tripping onto their faces after using Floo powder."
"I think you're the only person I've known to suffer from chronic Floo Network regurgitation."
Harry laughed.
I got him to smile, Severus thought. He's stunning when he smiles.
Hearing Severus' musings, a lovely warmth hit Harry's chest, then possessively kneaded his heart with its clawed paws and curled up into a ball.
I want to make him smile, too, Harry thought.
"Or…" he bantered back, "perhaps, I'm well suited for teaching."
Severus chuckled. "Unlike me."
"I wouldn't say that," Harry said, mentally cheering at successfully making Severus smile.
An image of Severus telling him to lay on the bed, guiding him, showing him. I wouldn't mind being taught by him at all.
Their eyes met, and both swallowed hard.
Harry glanced away. Think of a question, think of a question.
"What…what is the worst date you've ever been on?" he asked.
Severus barked a laugh. "My worst date was the one I didn't know I was on; that was until Lucius tried to feel me up."
"No!" Harry exclaimed, feeling amusement, horror, disbelief, and disgust.
"What was I supposed to think? He and Narcissa had been newlyweds. I assumed he invited me to his manor to recruit me for the Dark Lord. He showed me the grounds. We had a sumptuous dinner, just the two of us." He shook his head. "I should have known better.
"The worst part was I behaved so un-Slytherin. I was still quite heartbroken and angry over Lily's recent marriage. Knowing Lucius wanted to betray the one he was supposed to cherish made me livid. I cast a Body-Bind on him, then lectured about the importance of loyalty." He sighed. "Ironically, once the Dark Lord learnt of my behaviour, he praised it. Much sooner than most, I was branded with the Dark Mark."
Harry reassuringly squeezed his hand.
"It's my turn again," Severus said, his otherworldly eyes glinting with mischief. "What are the names of the people you've kissed?"
"Names?" Harry asked, his voice higher than usual, almost cracking.
"Yes. Friendly pecks on the cheek don't count."
"Er, okay. Well…" He coughed and cleared his throat. "My first kiss was with Cedric Diggory."
Severus' body jolted like an electric current had struck him. "I was not aware."
"Yeah. I never told anyone. Cedric said he liked me, too, but was worried about what his father would think. Plus, with the stress of the tournament, I don't blame him.
"Then there was Cho Chang," he continued.
Severus snorted a laugh. "Weren't Diggory and Chang an item?"
Harry sighed. "I know. Messy." He scrunched his face and said, "As was my first kiss with her."
"After Cho was Ginny Weasley. Ginny and I dated for a bit, but I ended things for her safety. She…she could have been the one,"—he smiled at Severus—"but then I met you, the last person and best kisser on my list."
He tasted divine, Severus thought. His eyes moved from Harry's mouth to his neck. Although, I may have been overzealous; his love bites are gratuitous.
I have love bites all over my neck? Harry thought with embarrassment and a bit of pride.
Severus hungrily gazed at him. Everyone's been able to see he's mine.
"Alright," Harry said, a tad breathless; ignoring Severus' random thoughts was a challenge at times. "What's a skill you wish you had?"
"Patience," Severus answered with sparks in his eyes.
Harry laughed, feeling hot. "Me too."
"Who are you most jealous of?" Severus asked with no hesitation.
Harry grimaced. "You're going straight for the jugular with your questions, aren't you?"
Severus slightly raised his shoulders and smirked.
"I've always been most jealous of Ron. He has a mum and dad, a loving family, a home: things I thought I'd never have. But now,"—Harry smiled at him—"I can finally make my own home, wherever and with whomever I want."
"Okay…um… Do you have any hidden talents?" Harry asked.
Severus flirtatiously lifted an eyebrow. "Yes."
Harry waited for more. "Well, what are they?"
"I've answered your question."
"Aww, come on."
Severus shrugged, a smile teasing his lips. "Word your questions better."
"Now, what are the top three traits you're looking for in a romantic companion?"
"That's easy," Harry said. He raised his hand towards Severus' head. As he slipped his fingers through Severus' locks, he said, "At the very top is long black hair." He lightly touched the shell of Severus' right ear, causing Severus to shiver. "Below that are lovely pointed ears." He caressed Severus' cheek, then forehead: "And last is, unlike me, a scar-free, gorgeous face."
"Very clever, Harry," Severus huffed with a grin, a blush making his fair skin glow.
"I thought so, considering you already know I value integrity, kindness, and a sense of humour."
Severus winced. I have none of those.
"No," Harry said emphatically. "You do." He squeezed Severus' hand. "I see it. I see you. Okay?"
Severs stared at him, his eyes swimming with emotions. He nodded.
Harry smiled, then asked, "What are you most proud of in your life?"
Severus thought for a moment, then simply said, "Saving you."
Harry's chest tightened. I think I'm falling in love with him, he thought.
Eyes widening, Severus parted his lips and softly inhaled.
Or maybe I already am, Harry continued to think. Is it even possible to be in love after only two days?
From there, they traded more questions, sharing frowns, heated stares, and jovial or sultry laughter.
Most surprising of all was how much they found they had in common.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.
They looked at the chamber's doors, both having an expression of annoyance at their game being interrupted.
Harry checked his watch, and the time was exactly half past ten.
"King Cégirmir must be here," he said; to take us back, his mind added.
"Yes, most likely," Severus agreed. "Still. Be on guard."
He and Severus stood. As they approached, Harry palmed the handle of his wand.
The doors began to open.
Severus slowed. "That's not me."
Immediately, they stopped, calling their magic.
When he and Severus caught sight of King Cégirmir flanked by Sirs Enason and Dýod, they calmed slightly and resumed walking.
With a lifted brow, Cégirmir eyed their very Muggle attire. "Severus, Mr Potter, blessings on this Day of the Wise-One."
"Blessings to you, Your Eternal Luminousness," Severus said, bowing.
All this bowing makes me think of Buckbeak, Harry thought before repeating Severus' greeting.
Ah, yes. The hippogriff that tried to disembowel me with its claws.
Harry's lips twitched. An honest mistake.
Severus gave him a cynical look, and Harry softly chuckled.
"Unfortunately, I come bearing regrettable news," King Cégirmir said, killing the mirth on Harry's face. "You will not be able to return today; the risk of capture beyond the Hollow is still too great.
"But, by our Sonúin's grace, we are now reasonably sure there is only one infiltrator. Because of this, you may leave your bedchamber once more. I encourage you to enjoy the Grand Ruby Gardens, where most of the festivities will be held today. But you may also visit my private King's Garden if you wish. Guards will be posted at entrances for your safety."
I feel like we're being used as bait, Harry thought.
My thoughts exactly, Severus agreed.
"When do you foresee us leaving for Earth?" Severus asked.
"Since I will be too occupied tomorrow, I cannot attempt a return until dusk the following day: a long time to wait, I know. If you wish, I can have a Healer bring incense to burn; it would help Mr Potter sleep through the remainder of his time here."
The remainder of my time? Harry thought. That doesn't sound ominous at all, he added sarcastically.
Seeing Harry's expression, King Cégirmir laughed heartily. "You would be awakened two days hence for your journey back home."
"Can't someone else take us back sooner?" Severus asked.
"No. The celebration of our Sonúin tomorrow is sacrosanct. No one will be travelling off Danu. And because my brother is the main threat, I feel it is best I take you."
"Won't your brother just kidnap Severus once he's back on Earth?" Harry asked.
King Cégirmir shakes his head no. "Severus' powers were newly manifested and weak when we first left Earth. That is no longer true. If a fae were to try to cross over with him against his will, he could counteract it with his own magic. You do not need to worry either, Mr Potter. It is against the laws of Danu to abduct mortals. Strictly speaking, I did not kidnap you; I only ensured you were not separated from your soulmate.
"I must see to my duties. Enjoy the celebration for as long as you desire. Once you are ready to sleep, call for a Healer; they will help you. Blessings to you both."
With that salutation, King Cégirmir quickly departed, Sirs Enason and Dýod trailing close behind.
Harry and Severus watched the doors close in silence, then looked at each other.
I don't know if I want to be put to sleep, Harry thought. His eyes darted to the bed. He attempted to swallow, but his dry throat made it difficult. But I may think differently after another day.
Suddenly, there was a startling clatter behind them.
They spun around and discovered jugs of drinks, empty glasses, and a platter of bread, fruit, and nuts on a nearby table.
Harry's lips parted at the sight. Merlin, that looks good. But…why? Food's never been left before. If it's breakfast, it's not much of a meal. Looks more like bird food to me.
It could simply be a matter of routine, Severus thought. But I doubt it.
"Yeah," Harry said. He nervously chewed on his bottom lip. "I think…I think we should go out and explore."
Severus gestured to their attire: "Looking like this?" he asked.
"Why not?" Harry stroked a hand over his clothed, flat stomach, enjoying the softness of his shirt. "I like what you made. It's comfortable."
Perhaps he'd be more comfortable with nothing on at all, Severus thought before saying, "Go ahead and Vanish the mystery food." He smirked. "I'll work on getting us a chaperone to the gardens."
"Yeah. We wouldn't want to risk your virtue," Harry quipped.
Severus laughed with his deep resonating voice as he walked to the doors.
Shortly after, he and Severus, led by a guard named Sir Óllaka, made their way to the festivities. The corridor progressively widened, and the topiaries along the walls grew in size and detail. They eventually reached a pair of sparkling blood-red gates, the view beyond blocked by fog.
About a dozen guards materialised in the shadowy recesses of the corridor and approached them, their dark cloaks making them look like shadows themselves.
"Sir Óllaka," one guard said, his hand on the hilt of his sword, "state your name and those in your company."
"My name is Sir Óllaka. To my knowledge, I am with His Royal Brilliance and Mr Harry Potter."
The guard turned to Severus.
Before the guard could demand it, Severus said, "My name is Severus, Prince of Óirysos, and with me, under my protection, is Mr Harry Potter."
I'm under his protection, Harry thought with a goofy grin.
For as long as you wish it, Severus thought back.
"Merriment to you, sire," Sir Óllaka bid in farewell.
The gates opened.
As Harry and Severus passed into the Grand Ruby Gardens, Harry guessed the gates were made of the aforementioned precious stone, not cut gems faceted together but two solid pieces made possible by fae magic. On Earth, only the goblins maybe had the skill to do the same. But as beautiful as the gates were, their hue and inner gleam reminded him of the Philosopher's Stone, causing him to shudder.
Colour, light, and sound nearly overwhelmed Harry once he was free of the fog.
Incredible, he thought, absorbing their surroundings, while an awed fuck me sounded in Severus' mind.
If Harry were more experienced, he would have eagerly accepted Severus' unintentional offer.
It would make more sense for him to fuck me, though, Harry thought. To feel him inside me. He recalled Severus' delving tongue, soft lips, and teasing teeth on his skin. Merlin, I want to feel him on me again so badly.
He glanced down and made a face. His trousers were quite obviously tented because of the looseness of the fabric. To Harry's amusement, Severus suffered from the same predicament.
But as usual, neither said a word about it aloud.
The gardens were a marvel, an eclectic balance of formal and natural, designed in layers upwards, cascading from balconies, and outwards, sprawling to orchards and endless fields of flowers. Some fae frolicked in ponds and fountains or flitted between blossoms as wide as Harry was tall, while others haughtily stood and chatted with a goblet of mead in hand. A conjuration of Aná beamed down from a clear lilac sky. Harry closed his eyes for a moment and basked in the warmth on his face.
As Harry and Severus strolled by, some fae would stop and stare, many sporting red irises, which unnerved them both. None showed Severus any deference, his Muggle clothing and absence of a royal circlet protecting his anonymity.
Keeping to the paths, they continued their aimless explorations. At one point, they stopped so Harry could remove his jacket. To keep his hands free, he tied it around his waist. Severus, on the other hand, didn't have to. He looked as immaculate as ever, unaffected by the physical exertion.
Once more, Harry's mind fell into torrid fantasies about how Severus could put his stamina to great use.
They stopped again when a tree's vivid appearance and unusual behaviour caught their attention. The plant had pink leaves veined with turquoise and bright-yellow bark. It would repeatedly shake off all its silver acorn-like seeds, creating a thunderous rattle, then speedily pick up each one with its dexterous twigs, returning them to its branches.
Severus sighed. Such a fascinating specimen. I wish I had my harvesting basket and tools with me.
If you nick a sample or two, Harry thought back, I promise not to sneak on you.
The corners of Severus' eyes crinkled as he smiled softly. I appreciate the sentiment, but I know anything I take would be useless to me.
I realise I'm nowhere close to your skill in potions, Harry thought, but I'd be willing to learn—Severus turned and locked gazes with him—for you.
He's too good for me, Severus thought as he gently tilted Harry's face upwards. He longingly gazed into Harry's eyes. Why couldn't I see how remarkable he was before?
Feeling desperate, Harry clutched onto the front of Severus' shirt with both hands, encouraging him to bend down. He stood on tiptoe. Then using some of his Gryffindor bravery, he closed his eyes and thought, I'm going to kiss you now.
Harry lightly placed his lips on Severus'. He inhaled a deep breath and drowned in Severus' intoxicating scent. When Severus remained unmoving and indecisive, Harry teased Severus' mouth, slowly sliding his tongue along its seam.
Severus moaned. He wrapped his arms around Harry's back, then effortlessly lifted him up. As their kiss deepened, Harry raised his legs and secured them around Severus' waist.
The loud clacking of tree nuts striking the ground en masse caused Harry and Severus to break apart. Both breathing hard, they stared into one another's hooded gazes.
Harry grinned impishly. Fuck me.
Severus' eyes blazed for a second, but then he shook his head. He pecked Harry on the forehead before helping him back onto his feet.
Why? Harry lamented. Why doesn't he want me?
It's not that I don't want you, Severus answered. It's that I want you too much.
Harry sighed. Isn't that a good thing? Mutually desiring each other?
I worry about the consequences of fully bonding. My parents were soulmates, and…things did not end well for them—or me.
Oh… I didn't know.
I try not to think about it.
I won't bring it up again. Harry smiled softly and thought, My offer stands, though, consequences and all.
A faint smile softened Severus' features. Noted.
They resumed their wandering. Eventually, they noticed a steady flow of fae walking or flying—some inside spheres of water—in one general direction. The fae were various combinations of strange, beautiful, and frightening—some being all three at once.
An extremely tall fae with a humanoid face, a long neck like a giraffe's, a silky swishing tail, and four stick-like legs trotted past them.
"Excuse me," Harry said, waving his hand for the fae's attention.
The fae stopped, then twisted and lowered its neck behind a shoulder in a disturbingly serpentine manner.
"Where is everyone going?" Harry asked.
Shaking his head, the fae said something Harry couldn't understand.
He doesn't speak mortal, Harry heard Severus think.
Severus pointed ahead. "Cá bháne galoi adul?" he asked, his voice sounding rich and melodic to Harry's ears.
The fae answered, and Severus' mind translated: To see the entertainment.
Severus nodded in acknowledgement, and the fae continued on his way.
Should we follow? Harry wondered.
I am curious to learn what is considered entertainment here, Severus thought. He shrugged. Why not? With the guard postings, we should be reasonably safe as long as we remain vigilant.
Harry smiled, nervous excitement vibrating in his gut.
They joined the steady parade of creatures.
The path meandered through manicured gardens until he and Severus reached a towering rock formation that jutted into the air like a proud, formidable skyscraper. Directly ahead, Harry saw a stairway with thousands of steps carved into its side; flags along the way flapped noisily.
Harry baulked at the sight. Climbing all those steps would take up to an hour. Not that he was a stranger to stairs, having lived in Gryffindor Tower, but the fatigue he felt from the lack of food and water was wearing on him. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
Look. Severus pointed to their left.
It took Harry a moment to find what Severus was pointing at, his eyesight nowhere near as good, but once he did, he sighed in relief.
An empty egg-shaped cage made of the same dark stone as the rock formation smoothly descended towards the ground. Once it landed, its doors opened, and fae of varying sizes crowded inside. A trio of guards looking out of place in their dour hooded robes stood nearby and scrutinised everyone that entered.
Harry and Severus queued up and patiently waited their turn.
Once there was about ten fae ahead of them, Harry wasn't sure whether he and Severus would have to wait until the next load. Fortunately, there was just enough room for them to fit.
With the length of Severus' body deliciously pressing against him, Harry watched as the doors swung shut.
The lift lurched upwards.
He reached for Severus, and Severus wrapped an arm around Harry to steady him.
As they rose, the view became more and more wondrous, stealing Harry's breath. Whether it was mostly an illusion or actually a whole world underground, the Hollow was gorgeous. He remembered feeling similarly when he'd gazed upon Hogwarts' grounds, but Earth, even the magical pockets, lacked the vibrancy, the saturation of magic that Danu had.
The lift stopped and rotated one hundred eighty degrees. Two fae with the colourful wings and red-orange eyes of a drake wood duck anchored the stone cage before unlatching the doors.
Harry and Severus stepped out and followed a floral mosaic walkway. When Harry reached a balustrade, he looked down.
Below was a sunken amphitheatre. If he had to choose two words to describe it, they would be flowing and opulent, like a spiral staircase in a fancy home. Pale polished sandstone swirled downwards, and the walls and balconies were alive with contrasting creeping plants. Gold glittered where metal with iron would be on Earth. On the floor, five elevated stages slowly rotated in place, three larger and two smaller. Stairs surrounded the stages' circumferences. Some fae stood on the steps and watched from one side while others sat on the sloping stands. Because fae magic could easily fabricate items, no matter the size of a fae, be it the size of a butterfly or an elephant, they all sat comfortably on custom-made cushions. One colourful fae the length of a humpback whale with the fins of a sea ray hovered above, casting a shadow below.
Amongst the seating was the King's Box. Noble sídhe in their finery sat, but King Cégirmir was nowhere to be seen.
"Where would you like to go?" Severus asked.
Harry studied the stages: The smaller ones each had a musician, one playing a collection of percussion instruments and the other a harp. Dancers performed on the larger stage to Harry's left. They were captivating like the Veela Harry had seen at the Quidditch World Cup, but their charm was nowhere close to Severus', in Harry's opinion. A show featuring finely crafted puppets performed on the stage to his right. And to the middle, a performance had yet to start, most of the standing spectators eagerly waiting near it.
"I'd like to go down and get a closer look," Harry answered. "A lot of the fae seem keen to watch whatever'll be on the centre stage, so maybe that one."
Severus nodded in agreement. "Yes. I'm most intrigued by that one as well."
The stairs to the stage floor weren't steep, but there were still quite a few, so going down took them a minute. As they found a space near the stage, a sídhe wearing a dramatic headdress and structural robes rose from a hole in the floor. She appeared to be in her thirties, but something about her shouted old—really old.
A hush fell on the crowd.
The sídhe began to speak in Danu'sa, and Harry followed along, listening to Severus' thoughts:
Children of the Moons!—the speaker raised her hands. Elements coalesced, filling the space above and creating a three-dimensional scene of a blood and gold moon amid the blackness of space. Blessing on this day to you and yours!
The image exploded into slowly falling silver sparks. Some fae reached up to catch one; others tilted their faces towards the sky to do the same. Severus tentatively lifted an arm while Harry, feeling unsure, remained still. Once the embers began to land, fae began to sigh. Severus' eyes closed and lips parted when one dissolved into his open palm.
A second later, a spark landed on Harry's forehead. He gasped as a blissful burst of magic coated his insides with feelings of peace and power. It collected in his feet, and Harry soon realised he was also magically rooted in place, unable to leave.
I am here to tell a tale, the speaker continued, her eyes aflame.
Light and Darkness shot upwards.
Of our beginnings and endings. The magic spiralled.
Once there were beings beyond time and material.
Spheres of shadow and brightness emerged and unhurriedly danced above.
Beings of pure magic.
The spheres began to expand, glittering stars and galaxies forming in the Darkness and colours spilling from the Light.
What became were The Seven Branches. And from them, Danu formed.
A planet appeared, at first, desolate, then vivid and lush like Earth
In the brilliance of Aná, Danu's beauty so enthralled, two of the beings drew nearer.
Again two moons appeared, along with a blazing star.
Óirysos and Folaíma decided to stay, to watch.
Equidistant, the moons orbited around Danu.
The Children of the Moons rejoiced. Harmony flourished. Danu fully embraced the magics given.
Like phantoms, images of fae appeared and disappeared.
But the Children of the Moons discovered new magics of their own: Sadness, Joy, Anger, Love…Fear.
Danu began to burn, flood, shatter, and Harry felt on the verge of crying, his inner magic and emotions churning.
For harmony to continue, balance was required. But balance was lost.
And so balance was lost.
Both moons vanished. Severus lost his breath as if he'd taken a blow to the stomach, and Harry gasped, tears spilling, a profound loss wrenching at his heart.
Heed me, Children of the Moons! To be wise is to not forget.
When the speaker only saw looks of fierce resolve, a crestfallen expression flashed across her face.
May Danu bless and protect you, the speaker said and bowed low with a flourish.
Harry began to clap but quickly stopped. Rather than slap their palms, the audience tossed flowers or lifted their hems or a piece of fabric to wave. The creatures floating above showed their appreciation, too, and blossoms rained down.
Since they were still wearing trousers, Severus rushed to conjure two stems of yellow lilies and handed one to him. Harry gave him a grateful smile; then together, they let their tokens of thanks fly.
The crowd dispersed. The speaker also moved to leave when she noticed Severus and Harry grinning embarrassingly at one another and wiping away spilt tears off each other's cheeks. She froze and glanced surreptitiously at the King's Box. Harry did the same and saw King Cégirmir smugly drinking from a mug.
A guard passed and shoved Harry out of the way into Severus. More guards approached.
Eyes widening, the speaker slowly walked backwards. She gave Harry and Severus a sly smile, then spryly leapt out of sight through the same stage trap she used before the start of her performance.
Do you think she was the infiltrator? Harry asked.
Severus raised his brow and tilted his head to the side. Possibly. Or…she simply said something someone didn't like. He turned towards the King's Box, where King Cégirmir was once again missing.
Harry glanced up at the stands, which looked enticing, considering his feet's soreness. "Let's rest for a bit before deciding on what we want to do next."
"Of course," Severus said.
He placed a hand on Harry's back, and they walked up the stairs, scanning the rows for a place to sit.
Harry and Severus settled on shaded, front-row seats on an upper balcony. There were closer spots, but they were much more crowded. Their chosen location may be farther away, but it still had a nice view of the ongoing performances.
Before sitting, Severus created a wide cushion for them to share. It even had embroidered details along the edges.
He's getting really good at that, Harry thought. He smiled affectionately. Unsurprising. He started creating spells when he was still only a student.
It's like he's on a personal mission to repair my self-esteem, Severus groused. But his slight grin betrayed his actual feelings.
They both sighed when their bums touched their seats. Harry rested his head on Severus' shoulder.
He fits so perfectly next to me, Harry heard Severus think. A fleeting smile curved Harry's lips, and he tenderly rubbed his temple against Severus.
I wish he'd put his arm around me, Harry thought.
For a moment, Severus' breathing stopped. Then, to Harry's delight, Severus wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer.
Snuggling against Severus, Harry closed his eyes. He inhaled a deep, contented breath. Severus smelt so good.
Exhausted and relaxed, Harry nodded off.
Sometime later, the sound of cheering woke him up. Looking around through squinted eyes, he felt slightly confused until he remembered where he was. Severus' nose was in his hair, and his breathing was tickling Harry's scalp.
Did you have a pleasant nap? Severus asked.
Yes, Harry answered. Have I been asleep long?
No. Not long. Thirty minutes at most.
Reluctantly, Harry parted from Severus' shoulder and straightened. He looked over the balcony's edge.
Down below, the main attraction was now a play of some sort; he guessed it a comedy based on the laughter he heard a second later.
As Harry stretched his arms and back, he noticed an androgynous, brown-skinned fae sit down two seats away. They reclined, then propped up their sandaled feet on the gold bannister.
Harry stared. They were stunning, as noble sídhe tended to be, but…something about the way they carried themselves set them apart. Their thick black hair was plaited into long box braids and embellished with gold wire and jewels. They had a slightly rounded square jawline, sharp cheekbones, full lips, and wore sea-green silken robes.
Thinking nothing was amiss and his mind was only playing tricks, Harry started to turn away when they adjusted their hair.
He gasped.
Their ears: they had human ears.
They turned, revealing rich chocolate eyes with white, not black, sclera.
Noticing Harry gaping at them, they said, "Boro an voiféi thair isa?"
When Harry didn't immediately answer, they asked again, switching languages: "Puis-je vous aider?"
That sounded like French, Harry thought.
"Parlez-vous anglais?" Severus asked.
"Yes, I speak it." They raised their eyebrows. "As I asked before: Can I help you?"
They spoke with an accent, but Harry couldn't place it.
Seeming to know what Harry was wondering, they grinned. "On Earth, I was born in Mauritius."
Harry nodded, but he hadn't a clue where that was.
It's an island off the southeast coast of Africa, Severus supplied.
Oh. "Are you a—" Harry began, but they interrupted: "A man or woman?"
"Er, no. I was going to ask if you were a witch or wizard."
They chuckled. "Same difference, no?"
"I am neither witch nor wizard," they answered. They smiled wickedly and glanced at Harry's sleeved left forearm, the outline of his wand holster visible. "But you are the first of either to be allowed on Danu that I know of."
"Really?" Harry said in surprise. "Why aren't wizarding folk allowed?"
"It is part of the Royal Pact, the magical agreement to protect the royal lines." He gazed at Severus. "I do not know how you managed to get around it."
Soulmates, Severus and Harry thought in unison.
"There are other humans," they continued, "kept lovers or oddities to display,"—they grinned—"such as myself. But never, as you say, wizarding folk. The threat is too great."
Severus narrowed his eyes. "What threat?"
"Of being able to wield a wand, of course. Brew potions. Cast spells with magic beyond The Seven Branches: invisibility, instant death, even. A terrifying thought to a people that reveres immortality.
"But fae are not without their own talents. They are experts at mind magics. A fae cannot lie with words, but they can with thought, beguiling mortals, sometimes tricking them into leaving Earth.
"You see, mortals are especially useful in that we can lie. Among the sídhe, we are used to exchange messages, speaking for them, protecting their truths."
They sighed. "On Earth, I was born into slavery. My young life was cruel and brutal. And it grew more uncertain after the British took Mauritius from the French. I thought my future hopeless.
"But then, one evening, I happened upon a beautiful dancing woman. I thought her a goddess or an angel. She asked if I would join her in her dance, and I accepted. Over the years, she would visit, and we would dance, talk. I fell in love. I believe she did, too.
"When I was twenty, she offered me a boon as repayment for my company." They looked around, taking in the splendour of their surroundings. "And it was granted.
"For almost two centuries, I have lived on Danu. My Lady stayed interested in me far longer than many expected. But eventually, she found a new earthly paramour. In hindsight, I wished for freedom from my slaver, only for my heart to become enslaved to another.
"Even so, I have lived a long miraculous life. But this will be my last year. I have requested to return to Earth."
To die, Harry's mind finished.
They stood. Walking towards Harry and Severus, they reached out to shake hands. Harry rose to his feet and accepted. Severus followed, doing the same.
"A pleasure to meet you both. I am known as Ambroise, the name chosen by my slaver's wife." They huffed. "Yes, I know. Why not change it?"
Ambroise sighed, then shrugged. "By the time I realised I could, it had already become too much a part of me." They laughed weakly. "An irony that it means 'to live forever.'" Their face turned wistful. "My mother called me Constant." They quieted for a moment. When they spoke again, their eyes gleamed with tears: "It has been long since I have thought of her."
They gracefully waved their fingers, and two purplish-red roses formed in the air.
"I thought you said you weren't wizardkind," Severus said.
"I am not. But, although the moons are still a mystery to me, Danu has deemed me worthy. I can only ever use three branches at a time, but that I can manage it at all is a gift."
Ambroise placed a bloom behind Harry's left ear. When they moved to do the same for Severus, he demurred. So instead, they handed the flower to Harry.
"May Danu bless you, Your Royal Brilliance, Mr Potter."
Taken aback, Harry asked, "How do you know who we are?"
"Oh, I know of you." Ambroise chuckled. "We all know of you."
With their eyes fixed on Harry, they bowed: "Choose well," they said quietly.
Ambroise walked away toward a willowy sídhe with smooth olive skin. Her face and dreamy demeanour reminded him of Luna Lovegood.
Well, what did you make of that? Harry asked.
For being human, Severus thought, carefully scanning the area for any threats, Ambroise seemed skilled at speaking in riddles like a fae.
Yeah, Harry agreed, nodding. He moved to put the rose in his hand behind Severus' left ear but stopped when he received a glare.
Please, Harry begged.
Severus huffed. Fine. He bowed his head so Harry could more easily reach. Harry inadvertently touching the sensitive curve of Severus' ear caused him to shiver.
Once the flower was in place, Harry grinned like a loon. It suits you.
Appearing unconvinced, Severus turned to view the stage floor.
Look, Severus thought, gesturing with a quick tilt of his head. Cégirmir's down below.
King Cégirmir leisurely stood amid the audience. He greeted enthusiastic fae while sídhe attendants and guards hovered around him like a swarm of disgruntled worker bees.
Let's go, Severus thought, having already started down the row. We should ask him about the intruder and whether or not they've been apprehended.
But, by the time Harry and Severus reached King Cégirmir's location, he was already gone.
Why don't they have owls? Harry complained. I'd send a Patronus if I weren't worried about the possibility of getting arrested.
When has that ever stopped you before? Severus quipped.
Harry snorted. Ha ha, very funny. He glanced towards the King's Box. It could be he's only returning to sit down. We should wait a moment and see.
The sudden rise of music and magic from behind made Harry and Severus turn around. Fae began enthusiastically dancing as though they were trying to stomp away the day's earlier solemnity.
After the intro, a jaunty satyr broke out in song. Rhythmically beating a cloven hoof against the ground, he raised his hands, encouraging others to join. And they did. Harry felt the pull to sing, too, but couldn't, not knowing the words.
When Severus began to sing, Harry slowly turned his head to stare at him in absolute shock. Severus' singing voice was rich, effortless, and utterly gorgeous.
The fae around them began to notice and went silent so they could better listen.
With stars in his eyes, Harry watched.
My heart is forever thine and true,
And I shall giveth thee all my strength.
The sword at my side will protect thee,
And my touch will soothe and pleasure until light.
Hear my song, my love…
After three more verses, the song ended. Severus blinked as if he'd just regained consciousness after a Stunning Spell. The flowers raining down on him made him frown. But when he saw Harry gazing at him, he slowly grinned, his eyes warm and twinkling.
Harry returned his smile, but their moment was rudely interrupted by Lord Ypirnín.
That was splendid, My Royal Brilliance! Simply magnificent! Severus' mind translated Lord Ypirnín's exuberant words.
Immediately, fae around them began to chatter excitedly: The prince? The prince is here…
To Harry's discomfort, the crowd started to surge towards them. He glanced at the King's Box. Not finding King Cégirmir, he thought, It doesn't look like the king is here. Why don't we go to his private garden? It's probably less busy.
Yes, Severus thought back after checking the King's Box himself. I believe that would be wise.
"Lord Ypirnín," Severus said, lowering his voice as much as possible. "Harry and I desire to visit the King's Garden. How would we go about getting there?"
Rubbing his chin, Lord Ypirnín thought for a moment. A grin spread across his face when an idea struck. "I know just the thing. May the remainder of your day be merry, sire."
Lord Ypirnín raised both hands like he was lifting a heavy trunk, and the next thing Harry knew, he and Severus were hurtling towards the sky. Their speed caused their roses to slip from behind their ears. He and Severus skimmed the side of the whale-sized fae, then dangled above it for a second before being dropped onto its leather back. Harry's memories of his ride on the Ukrainian Ironbelly instantly came to mind.
With a low rumble, the massive fae surged forwards, then banked to the right. Harry scrambled, grabbing onto the fae's skinfolds with a death grip. However, he slightly relaxed after Severus securely positioned himself behind him and called his magic to keep them in place.
Harry swallowed. Severus' body was tight against his, arms possessively holding him.
"Greetings, Your Royal Brilliance and Your Royal Brilliance's…friend," the fae said as they gained altitude; their voice was gentle as a breeze but somehow easily heard over the wind.
"Greetings," Harry and Severus replied, Severus speaking at a normal volume while Harry yelled.
The fae chuckled. "No need to shout, Your Royal Brilliance's friend. I can hear you fine."
"Oh. Sorry," Harry apologised. Severus had told him about his enhanced senses; of course, other fae would have them too. "My name's Harry Potter. You may call me Harry. Er, what's your name?"
"I have had many names over the aeons," the fae said, "but now I am known as Zéfos."
"It's nice to meet you, Zéfos."
"It is an honour, Your Royal Brilliance's friend, Harry. After so much loss, it is good to know there is promise."
Harry wanted to ask more questions, but Zéfos began to hum a hauntingly lovely tune, and he didn't want to interrupt.
A few minutes later, a seemingly endless wall of fog came into view, likely the one he and Severus had to pass through when they first arrived. But instead of heading towards the main gates, they pitched to the left and continued.
The landscape gradually became wilder and more rugged. Listening to Zéfos' calming voice, Harry grew drowsy and dozed off in spurts.
After his latest nap, he woke up to Severus' face nestled in the crook of his neck.
Tempting, Severus thought, deeply inhaling Harry's scent. So tempting.
Harry gulped when he felt Severus' hardness against him. If a moment later, he needlessly repositioned himself so that his arse rubbed against him, they both pretended it was merely an accident.
About an hour later, they finally landed in what appeared to be a forgotten place. To their right was a large worn archway covered in white algae; if the weather weren't pleasant, Harry would have thought it frost. Fog churned around the dark stone structure like it wanted to engulf it but couldn't. Unlike the iridescent walls of the Hollow, this stone here was solid.
"Most do not remember this entrance," Zéfos said, sadness in his voice. "But once upon a time, this doorway stood under the true sky."
Severus gracefully slid off Zéfos' back, then helped Harry down. All around them was an ocean of tall, swaying grass.
"The King's Garden is beyond," Zéfos explained, pointing his tail at the archway. "Sire, be sure to touch your desired as you pass. This entrance will only recognise royal blood."
Severus tipped his head in understanding and thanks.
Zéfos glided upwards, singing the words of the song he'd repeatedly been humming: Lost you I have, my fairest… He stopped to bow to Severus before continuing on, drifting into the distance.
Being careful where they stepped, Harry and Severus walked towards the archway.
I'm guessing I'm your desired, Harry thought playfully.
Severus glanced at him, then away. "You are," was all he said before taking Harry's hand.
The sensation of being touched usually felt strange to Harry, even when it was someone close like Hermione, but with Severus, it felt right, almost like an unconscious need.
Passing under the arch, their environment instantly changed from a bright afternoon to a moonlit night, likely a copy of Danu's current sky. The golden sphere appeared so close that it looked as if all he had to do to hold it was reach out to pluck it from its spot. The garden was also well-lit with path lights that created arabesque designs on the pavement. Covering the garden's entirety was an enormous dome made of triangular glass pieces.
And the King's Garden wasn't simply less crowded. As far as Harry could see, it was empty.
They followed the path ahead until they arrived at the shore of a pristine lake. The lake was a perfect circle and situated in the centre of the dome; the garden surrounded it like the flesh around a single-seeded fruit. Unlike the other bodies of water on Danu, this one was still, with no fae swimming in its depths.
I wish I had my broom, Harry thought, gazing above. This would be a great place to fly laps.
"I may be able to help with that," Severus said, his rich voice breaking the silence giving Harry goose pimples.
"Do you think you can use The Seven Branches to make one?"
Severus frowned. "I doubt it since the manufacture of brooms, like potions, requires a wand. But I can teach you how to fly without one."
Harry's eyes widened. "Like Voldemort?"
"Yes," Severus confirmed. "I made a vow not to share it, but now with the Dark Lord blessedly dead, I can."
Harry recalled how King Cégirmir and Lady Provaora effortlessly flew to join the feast the first day they arrived. "Is it the same way fae can perform wingless flight?"
Severus shook his head no. "A fae's core is different from that of a wizard's. Magic is magic, hence why you can still perform it here, but how it interacts with our cores is key. For a wizard to use magic, his core must first sort it, untangle its possibilities. The consequence is some attributes are lost, and using a wand further filters and mixes things.
"Now that I'm fae, I can perceive magic more precisely before it meets my core, allowing me to use more at the onset. However, the other side of the Galleon is it's more challenging to combine those elements. The potency of Danu and the moons also plays a hand. I can feel a…a sentience and an interplay.
"But regardless of the theory, magical human flight mostly depends on one thing: innate power."
And he thinks I can do it? Harry thought, doubtful.
Amused, Severus grinned and stepped closer. "If you weren't aware, Harry," he said, brushing Harry's left cheek with his fingers before tipping Harry's head higher, "you are a powerful wizard."
Harry blushed, wanting to shake his head in denial.
"And I need to relearn how to fly myself using Air," Severus continued, lowering his hand. "So we'll both be novices stirring the same cauldron, so to speak."
Stirring the same cauldron… Harry thought before breaking out in light laughter. I still can't get over how weird wizarding expressions are sometimes. Then he recalled the lyrics of Celestina Warbeck's song "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love" and laughed some more.
I think it's a fine song, Severus thought, looking affronted.
"Yeah. You and Mrs Weasley."
A scowl appeared on Severus' face.
"I mean, come on." Harry began to warble a verse, slightly offkey:
"Don't you be afraid, come and take a sip
Of this steamy, tasty treat!
What's in my cauldron full of hot, strong love
Will make your life complete!"
After Harry finished, part of him was in disbelief that he'd just done that.
"Yes," Severus deadpanned, but humour and heat were in his eyes, "I see what you mean." I'm sure he tastes sublime.
"Er, so," Harry said, fidgeting, his dick now semi-hard, "how would I go about flying without a broom."
Severus smirked in triumph at making Harry squirm. "It's similar to Apparition but with an addition. You know of Destination, Determination, and Deliberation. To fly, you also need to focus on, as the Dark Lord said, 'Domination.'"
"Yeah," Harry snorted, "that sounds like something he'd have said."
"To fly," Severus continued, "you must wield your magic like a territorial dragon, no reason, only instinct."
Fuck… Harry bemoaned. All this talk about tasting and domination and instinct. How am I supposed to learn with a rise inside my trousers?"
"Come closer, and I'll show you."
Harry swallowed.
With Severus able to read Harry's thoughts before they could be turned into actions, Harry, to his surprise, soon found himself steadily floating an inch off the ground. But flying had always been intuitive for him, so accepting and building upon that fact didn't take long.
However, for Severus, that wasn't the case. He precariously wobbled as he practised, at one point, shooting off and landing in the lake. Harry stifled his laughter as much as possible and graciously dried Severus off with his wand.
They worked on their flying until one moon set; the other, the thinnest of crimson slivers, rose; and Aná was well in the sky.
Inhaling a fresh, contented breath, Harry admired the gorgeous garden. He looked at a bare area in a flower bed and thought foxglove, which he'd tended at the Dursleys, would fit nicely there.
To Harry's surprise, static tickled his feet, and a second later, a plant sprouted in the vacant spot, similar to foxglove but more vibrantly purple.
What? Harry thought in astonishment.
Severus touched down, this time without almost losing his footing. What is it?
"I…I thought something," Harry said slowly, "and, I think, the garden made it happen." He pointed at the plant with its trumpet-like blossoms. "That wasn't there a moment ago."
"Hmm," Severus said contemplatively: Is Harry manifesting The Seven Branches like Ambroise? Or is this something else? "Let me try."
He searched for an empty spot. Once he found one, he thought, Winged Tulips would thrive here.
Soil shifted, and then stalks erupted upwards, growing velvety black petals that opened and closed like butterfly wings, again like the species on Earth but not the same.
Interesting, Severus thought. "Perhaps it's the magic of the garden."
Harry was about to say something but was interrupted by a yawn. "I think we should start back," he said through his yawn, covering his mouth. "Who knows how long it'll take us?"
"If that's what you wish."
"It is." And you. I wish I could have you.
Can't he see he already does? Severus thought.
Harry wanted to believe. He wanted to believe Severus had fallen for him, too. But he knew Severus could just be lying to himself.
They retrieved their discarded jackets off a nearby wooden bench, still alive with a canopy of branches overhead like an artfully shaped bonsai tree.
Since the archway Zéfos had shown them led to an empty field out in the middle of nowhere, Harry and Severus realised they had to find an alternative. They searched, keeping to the main path, however intriguing some offshoots were.
Eventually, they found an ostentatious, convex-shaped gate of solid gold. When they were a few feet away, it smoothly began to follow the curve of the glass dome upwards. Once it had fully risen, instead of seeing the barren greenish-grey landscape beyond the glass panels, they found the familiar sight of a Hollow corridor.
With a last glance and Severus by his side, Harry exited the peaceful solitude of the King's Garden.
The next moment, Harry and Severus were surrounded by guards, Sirs Enason and Dýod, the only two unhooded. Recognising Harry and Severus, the set of their shoulders relaxed.
"Your Royal Brilliance," Sir Dýod said, bowing, "we were uncertain whether or not you were inside but assumed so since the gate was locked and Lord Ypirnín said that was where you were off to. Was your visit to the King's Garden pleasant?"
"It was," Severus confirmed, frowning. I really detest being minded like a child, he thought. "Harry and I would like to return to our bedchamber."
"Of course, sire. It is not far."
Sir Dýod gave orders in Danu'sa, and in formation with Harry and Severus in the middle, they strode down the large glittering passageway.
About ten minutes later, they arrived at the double doors of Harry and Severus' bedchamber. Severus effortlessly stopped the water and opened the doors, the fragrance from the flowers on them growing stronger.
"Sire, would you like a Healer to be called?" Sir Dýod asked.
Harry remembered King Cégirmir's offer of incense to keep him asleep until he could leave.
Severus looked at Harry in question.
Harry shook his head: I don't want to be put to sleep right now.
I'd rather do other things… his mind whispered a second later, an image appearing in his head of him and Severus snogging on the sofa, or better yet, the bed.
Severus possessively placed a hand on Harry's back. "No," Severus answered. "That'll be all."
Sir Dýod pursed his lips, glancing at Harry worriedly, then bowed. "As you say, sire. If you change your mind—"
"Wait," Severus said, interrupting. "Do you have news of the intruder? Were they caught?"
"I…I do not have authorisation to say, sire. But I can say instead of pretence, guards will once again be posted directly outside your door."
Severus gave a thoughtful nod, then, with gentle pressure, encouraged Harry to enter their room.
Harry sighed in relief once the doors were securely sealed.
Seeing Severus back in their bedchamber erased all of Harry's earlier tiredness. Severus' long hair was mussed; his Muggle clothes were wrinkled, so different from how he used to present himself in his starchy teaching robes. Looking at Harry, Severus also wore a small, easy smile, which turned into an arch grin before he moseyed towards where they'd played the question-and-truth game.
Harry followed. As he walked, drinking in Severus' form, his thoughts turned introspective: Severus and I are soulmates. But what does that really mean? Are we supposed to be together or not? By fully accepting the bond, are we dooming ourselves like his parents, or are we missing out on possibly the best thing we've ever come across?
He joined Severus on the sofa. I can't imagine turning his life into a prison, me being the chain around his neck. But I… He recalled how brilliant their partial connection felt, their complicated history and serious and playful conversations, everything that was their current relationship. His admiration, respect, and…and love for Severus.
Their eyes met, and Harry's heart thudded.
As Severus thought, He can't mean it, he pulled Harry close and kissed him deeply.
Tingles inundated Harry's body, spiralling down his spine and into his hands and feet. Their bond stretched and wrapped its arms around them, urging them closer.
Not breaking their kiss, Harry lifted his knees onto the sofa cushions, then straddled Severus' lap. I mean it, Harry thought. I wholeheartedly mean it.
Gasping, Severus pulled away. "Harry, it's the bond talking. You're—"
"No," Harry said adamantly, "it's not. Together: we'll decide our own lives together: not a bond, not magic or a planetary deity, just you and me. So what do you want? Tell me. Say it."
"I want you," Severus said simply, but his words rang loud. Then, a bitter thought slipped from his mind: But I must forgo living on Danu to be with him, forgo my newfound identity and freedom.
Harry took hold of one of Severus' hands and squeezed. "Severus, I wouldn't ask that of you. If King Cégirmir can travel to Earth, there must be a way for us to do the same. And once we do, we can visit whenever we like.
"All I've ever really wanted was to be seen for myself, not a hero or a freak, just me. And the past two days of you hearing my every thought, getting to know my true self, and my getting to know you in the same way…
"I wished for your happiness, but I feel I was granted mine instead." I can be me here. I could be happy here with you.
"Going back and forth between Danu and Earth: all it means is I won't be able to take advantage of my age freezing. But that won't stop me from living the lifespan of a regular wizard. And I've never feared death or had the desire to live forever."
Severus smiled, his eyes wet. I feel the same about death and immortality. It's a wonder how much we have in common.
"And, if water from Earth can be preserved," Harry continued, "I don't see why the same can't be done for food and drink from Danu."
A soft noise got their attention. Slightly leaning forwards, Severus peered over Harry's shoulder while Harry twisted his torso to see.
Now, on the coffee table in front of them was a delicious spread of never-before-seen fruit. Harry discerned the faint sound of tinkling laughter and fluttering wings.
"Merlin, that looks good. I'm…"—he pinned Severus with his intensifying gaze, then swallowed hard—"I'm so hungry and thirsty." I want him to feed me. Harry looked at him with heated longing. "Please." Accept me. Have me.
Severus inhaled a deep breath: I shouldn't… He, his mind emphasised, would be the one chained to me.
But, with his elegant fingers, he lifted what looked like a segment of a deep-purple plum.
Harry opened his mouth.
After a few heartbeats of hesitation, Severus moved half the fruit past Harry's lips.
Harry bit down. He moaned in bliss as he chewed, juice and flavour filling his mouth. Ah, fuck. It's so good. Warmth instantly spread throughout his body, flushing his cheeks. Dazed, he watched as Severus ate the remaining portion.
Severus licked his lips, leaving a glossy sheen. He picked up another piece of fruit, this one lemon yellow with the crisp texture of an apple. When offered the tart morsel, Harry readily accepted, grabbing onto Severus' wrist with both hands and not letting go as he ate.
Severus gasped, hearing what Harry planned to do, and his already lust-filled eyes dilated until only a thin white ring remained.
Grinning, Harry followed through and brought Severus' thumb to his mouth, lightly sucking.
A low resonant moan escaped from Severus' throat. Sweet Salazar, he looks divine with his lips around me. I wonder how he'd react if our roles were reversed.
Harry glanced across the room. If our roles were reversed, I'd want him to do it to me on the bed.
The next instant, Severus effortlessly stood, lifting Harry, holding him up by the arse. He chuckled at Harry's surprised shout.
Harry scrambled to wrap his legs around Severus' hips, his erection snug between them.
As Severus carried him, he inhaled Harry's scent. You smell mouth-watering, he thought as he languidly placed kisses along Harry's neck.
Harry shuddered with pleasure.
Severus sat him down on the bottom edge of the bed. Then, like a single-minded creature connected by desire, they shifted upwards until Harry's head was comfortably on a pillow. Severus joined their mouths again, soft at first, allowing Harry to appreciate the smooth, fullness of his lips.
When Harry locked his legs around Severus, the kiss turned hotter, making him ache with want.
I want to see him, Harry thought, tugging at Severus' clothes. I want his clothes off.
Panting, Severus lifted himself until he was kneeling between Harry's thighs. He gazed at Harry with molten lust.
He's mine.
With a thought, Severus made their clothes unravel and float away like dandelion fluff, leaving only Harry's wand holster.
Harry inhaled sharply. Severus was magnificent: radiant skin, lithe but muscular body, and his cock,—he gulped—thick and long.
Gazing at Harry, Severus also appreciated the view. Stunning, his mind purred. And all mine.
Harry's eyes widened. Is he going to touch my dick now? he wondered. Or is he going to kiss me some more? Merlin, I want him to touch me, but what if I come too early.
Severus hungrily licked his lips, then ever so gently stroked Harry's leaking length.
Harry shut his eyes and whimpered. They popped open a second later when Severus' tongue began to tease his erect right nipple.
Kind of tickles, Harry thought, trying not to wriggle.
Severus immediately switched tactics. While maintaining a leisurely pace on Harry's member, he started to suck the small bud hard.
Harry's back arched. Oh… he thought, moaning. That feels good.
You like that, Harry? Severus asked rhetorically, already paying Harry's left nipple the same attention.
"Yes," Harry moaned. He moved a hand from Severus' back and down towards Severus' out-of-reach cock. But I want to touch him, too. "Please…"
Grinning, Severus lifted himself off Harry's body and lay beside him. He bent his arms, resting his head on his hands. Help yourself. Explore to your heart's content.
Harry eagerly sat up. Gazing at Severus, he brushed strands of Severus' hair away from his face. He's so gorgeous, Harry thought, his heart feeling like it might explode. He slid a finger down Severus' pointed right ear.
Severus' lips parted with a soft gasp.
Next, Harry glided his digit to Severus' mouth and traced the reddish-pink curves. Flattening his hand, he caressed Severus' chest, then his abdomen, inching towards his impressive member.
A dangerous glint filled Severus' eyes: Take him, Severus' mind urged. Take him now. He's yours.
Gulping, Harry stilled. A part of him wanted Severus to ravish him, to make him utterly his straightaway.
Like a wolf testing its prey, Severus slowly sat up.
When no objection came, he grabbed Harry's wrist.
Remorse at not getting to touch Severus' straining length poked at Harry's heart.
"Don't worry, Harry," Severus said. "You'll get to feel plenty of me soon."
He released him, then smoothly unsheathed Harry's wand and transferred it into his hand.
"Do you know the spell?" he asked, his voice low and heavy with lust.
Harry's heartbeat accelerated. "Y-yeah." He'd heard about it in his fourth year when older schoolmates joked about how a certain household charm for cleaning and preparing pans had another dirtier purpose. After searching the library while evading Hermione, he found and learnt the spell, practising throughout the years for this very moment.
Pointing his wand towards his bum, he concentrated: "Vas Para."
He'd only ever cast the charm on inanimate objects or his hand and gasped at the cool, then warm and slippery sensation he felt inside his bum.
"Let's see how you did," Severus said.
He spread Harry's thighs wide. "You appear nice and wet. But I think a more tactile test is required."
Severus lightly slid a finger down Harry's length, past Harry's bollocks and perineum to his opening. Collecting some dripping oil, he swirled it around Harry's rim.
Harry gasped, his dick jerking in excitement. Oh, fuck! It's happening; it's really happening…
Severus grinned. "You did an excellent job readying yourself for me." I can't wait to be deep inside him. "Be sure to relax." We were made for each other. His arse is going to swallow me up perfectly.
As a spurt of pre-come gushed from Harry's member, he squeezed his eyes shut: Don't come, don't come…
Carefully, Severus eased a forefinger past Harry's ring of muscles.
Harry inhaled and exhaled deep breaths. Okay. This feels weird but not too bad.
He's so bloody hot and tight, Severus thought. "That's right…stay relaxed, let me in."
Once his third knuckle pressed against Harry's rim, he tilted his finger just so.
Harry cried out as pleasure burst inside him. Nonono. Don't come. Don't fucking come.
Severus quickly added a second finger.
Harry winced. Ouch. Now that burns.
That's the idea, Severus thought, pausing his ministrations. "I want you to lose control, but not quite yet. Let me know when I can move again."
"O-okay," Harry said. Come on. Relax. You gotta relax.
After a few seconds, Harry swallowed and nodded his head in encouragement. "You can start again."
Severus repeatedly slid his two fingers in and out.
Harry's chest vibrated with a long, low sound.
"That's right, Harry." He brushed Harry's prostate.
Harry moved his hips, trying to get Severus to hit his bundle of nerves again, but Severus' smirk let him know he was purposefully denying him.
"Please," Harry begged after minutes of teasing. "I can take more."
Without warning, Severus inserted a third digit.
"Yes," Harry moaned, stretching his neck.
Severus quickly removed his fingers and positioned the head of his dick against Harry's opening.
He lowered himself, supporting his weight on his hands. Then, bending closer to Harry's ear, he whispered, "You're truly mine now."
Harry gasped as Severus pushed inside him to the hilt. The next instant, Severus crashed their mouths together, drinking down Harry's cries and moans as he continued to pound into him.
Eventually, Harry's fear of coming early faded. He was firmly on a pleasurable precipice. And as much as he was curious about plummeting over the edge, what he was experiencing now felt so blissful he didn't want it to end.
Severus growled with frustration. I'm close. I'm so fucking close, but I can't… Something's missing…
Suddenly, sharp teeth bit Harry's neck, breaking skin.
Harry gasped in a strangled breath before a guttural moan tore from his and Severus' throats.
As come filled him and his own pleasure shot across his skin, knowledge flooded Harry's mind: ancient songs and histories of the fae, their lyrical language—and Severus. Every moment of Severus' life was now also his. Harry guessed the same was true for him.
Yes, Severus thought.
With their climax waning, they gazed into each other's eyes.
"I love you," Harry whispered.
"I…I love you, too," Severus softly replied, his ability to say the words surprising him as much as Harry.
Knowing what Severus had said was the absolute truth, Harry smiled and kissed him.