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Chapter 15 – love isn't easy

Before anyone can leave Sirius study, he stops them. "I only said the meeting is over. Not that you have or better should leave." That stopped all in their tracks and look at him expectantly. With all their attention on him, he declares with a big, proud smile. "You get your marauder names today."

The reactions to that declaration were different. "I thought we already have our names." Fred says for the twins, they used their names on Potterwatch after all.

At the same time Dean points out with a gruff face. "I still hate my name." he really doesn't want to be called guardian.

But the rest, Hermione, Sam and Harry, whom weren't part of the first broadcast of the twins show, were looking forward to it, they were excited about it. "Yeah, you already have and will keep them, but after we all finally shifted successfully into forms and back again, I think it is time to give you your name." he made a dramatic break, for good measure and to tease them a bit. He can see the anticipated faces of the three clueless people, before he goes on. It is his prerogative as the head of the family to tease them as he sees fit. That is why he starts with the names they already known. "As you know the twins are Mischief and Mayhem, which reflects their human and fox form perfectly." With huge smiles the twins high five each other. Next he looks at Dean and says. "I know you don't like your name, but let's not forget you are a bear, a big on at that and you tend to do smother your siblings or everyone else, who is important to you." That got him some laughs from the others in the room, because Dean is the biggest mother hen and worry ward at the same time someone can find in the world. "So I am sorry." Sirius continues but his face was far from apologizing. Hey, he was a Marauder after all. "But you are the guardian, because it is the best fit."

"I don't like it." Dean grumbles, but all still could hear him. No wonder with their finished animagus forms their senses have gone better.

So Sirius goes on with the ones, who were still missing a name and concentrates on his very important task to make them into Marauders. His glance lands on Sam next and he declares. "As a Hippogriff as well as a human you can be quite dangerous and as such I named you Claw."

Not what Sam expected, but still not disappointing, because it fits and he likes it. Funnily enough the claws were the first things he could transform successfully. That was why his answer was. "I can live with that." He knows it could be way worse with the special humor his uncle has in some situations.

"I hoped so too." Sirius says as his glance moved on to Hermione, his daughter. The name he chose for her means much to him, because he wanted to bring out her form as well as an endearment to tell her, how much he loves her. It also is better not to anger Hermione with a nickname she doesn't like on a normal day, but with her being pregnant her anger quite amplified. "My little snow leopard I named you Snowflake." he tells her like a proud father, he is.

A big smile starts on Hermione's face, because she really likes that. You never know with Sirius and she almost expected something disturbing that would make her angry. But this is the best he could come up with in her opinion. She loves it. "Thanks. I love it."

Sirius is happy that she likes her name. But there was still one person unnamed, so he turns to his son and says. "Well Harry to be truthful it took me a while to come up with a good name for you. But I think I found the perfect one."

But he didn't go on. He wants to make it dramatic, so he stayed silent for a moment longer. He knows that it will make Harry agitated. It took Harry only moments until he had enough of his father's antics. "Can you please stop being so over dramatic and go on with it? We don't have all eternity for it."

With a smile on his face Sirius simply answers. "Kaa."

Now Harry was perplexed. "Kaa?" he asks unbelievable.

It took Hermione only a moment to get the reference and she started to laugh. All beside Sirius look at her bewildered as if she was hit with a tickling charm. But Sirius smiles that at least one of his kids gets the reference right. After a moment of being looked at like someone out of the loony bin, Hermione simply declared. "Jungle book."

Now that Dean, Jo, Harry and Sam understand, but all besides Harry start laughing. He looks at Sirius and asks a little pissed. "You named after a crazy snake out from a kids book or better the movie, why?"

Unsurprisingly Sirius knew that his son would react this way. But he also knows that he will love his name after he tells him the story, why he came up with that name in the first place. "Like I said I searched long for a name for you and during that I remembered a story about your parents." Slowly the laughing died down, because all of them want to hear the story now. They all know how important such stories are for parentless people like them. "Before Lily and James married she wanted him to learn more about muggles. So she started to teach him or better all of us, because James declared if he has, so had we. She showed us different things, one of those were movies. As you can guess one of those was the Disney movie Jungle Book and we all loved it. We were fascinated by it and what muggles could do. But James was obsessed with that snake after the movie. He tried and tried to hypnotize Lily so that she would give back his broom, which she took, because he thought it was a good idea to prank her." A smile starts on his face as he thinks about that and the implications of pranking Lily make him shudder. "We all learned the hard way that you don't prank Lily Evans ever, if you want to survive. But sometimes James was a little slow and reckless. Of course his hypnotizing didn't work. She only laughed at his attempts and somewhere along the line she started to call him Kaa to tell him that he wouldn't get his broom back this way."

At the end of the story Harry was smiling. He understood why his dad chose this name for him and with that explanation he can only love as well as cherish it. It was a new way to connect to his parents, to honor them, so he would wear the name as a badge of honor. That is why he answered. "I think that makes me Kaa."

"Yes, I think it does." Sam comments to it with a smile, because he was happy for his little mate.

Dean had a question after a moment. "Did he get his broom back?" He likes the stories about James and Lily. There is no doubt in his mind that he would have liked them very much. Considering that Dean likes woman with a strong will and temper. A woman needs fire to make a relationship work, just like Jo is such a woman. And James the prankster reminds him a little bit about himself.

"Yeah, but it was almost a year later. Shortly before they went into hiding, so he didn't have the change to fly it again." Sirius answer somber, but with a little smile on his face. It is one thing to remember the good things, but the bad thinks like the events leading to their deaths is still and probably always will be hard on him. This way you can lose the mood without trying. It also gives them the possibility to finally grieve for them a bit; the bulk has to wait until the war is over. Which they have to win first, that is why he declared. "I hope you like your names. If not there are no take backs you, are stuck with them so learn to love and live with them."

Surprisingly it was only Dean, who doesn't like his name. Defeated he lets his shoulders fall and accepts his faith or better the choice, which wasn't his. With that statement Sirius vanishes the conjured chairs, put the room back into his place and his family takes that as their que to leave his study until he was alone, or at least he thought so. But Harry and Sam stayed behind and he has a feeling, what they want to talk to him about.

As soon as all the others were outside, Harry started talking. "So what do we have to for this ritual?" It was clear to Sirius that Harry wants to be here, but not Sam. That question was why? What is Sam's problem? Only talking will give him the answers.

With his hands Sirius gestures for Harry and Sam to take a seat while he leans on his desk. "The first thing you need to know is that it is binding magic, meaning after you have done the ritual it is like you are married." Not that he doesn't want them be connected in this way, no that would make him more than happy. He simply wants them as informed as possible, before they attempt to do the ritual.

Silence followed this statement. They have to think about that implication. But they are still on different level of accepting to do the ritual in the first place. Something they have to talk about, because Harry wants to do it now. Sam on the other hand wants to give them more time to get to know each other and not to rush things. That includes marriage for him, not that he doesn't want to be married to Harry. But they are still young; they don't need to take this step now. As soulmates it would be one of the logical steps in the future and will happen eventually, Sam is sure about that, but not in the near future.

Of course they also aren't on the same page in that point as Harry declares. "I am in!"

A sigh escapes Sam. That was not what he wanted to hear. Why does Harry make so much stress with this? But he ignores it for now and asks the next question on that matter. Because if it would bind himself this way to Harry, he wants to know, what it entails. Maybe he gets Harry to think about the whole thing in the process. So that he doesn't jump into the deep end head first. "What does the binding entail? And while we are at it, why is sex magic considered dark?" he has a feeling that they left some things out before. They only covered the basics in matters of that topic.

Sirius should have known that Sam would want to know everything about sex magic. That is the only way you can understand magic, if you constantly learn about it. "First sex magic is a very old form of magic. The virgin symbolizes something pure, that can strengthen the family magic for generations should you bind with one. In the most cases it always was the woman, who was the virgin. It is still a chauvinistic world, where the women have fewer rights then the men. But they still were honored. It was one of the points why it is considered dark. The power lies with the men, who can use it as a he wished. Later in come to a misuse as virgins were bonded against their will. Today you call that rape. They used it to get the power from the virgin for their own family magic. So the Wizengamot labeled it as dark because some of their daughters were victims to that form of power abuse. Considering that fertility during such rituals was higher and the virgins were pregnant almost always after their first time of sex."

Until now Sam and Harry listened to the barbaric explanation with bated breath and were disgusted. But now Sam has to interrupt his uncle. "So does that mean if we do the ritual that Harry will fall pregnant?" Not that he doesn't want a family with Harry, but just with the marriage itself they are too young, that is something that has to happen later, much later.

"I am not really sure. The ritual I choose has the purpose to use the blood of a virgin to cleanse his soulmate. This factor indicates that the ritual was used only in rare cases. So I don't know. Besides the point that male pregnancies while possible are always harder to achieve than normal ones. It is magic, who almost gives them the go ahead. Sev and I fell pregnant after years of sex." He says to bring his point across to make them understand. Engrossed Sam and Harry shake their heads; they don't need to know about their sex life. Sirius simply chuckles at their reaction, but he reacts in a same way, when he thinks about them having sex.

One point of Sirius explanation stood out to Harry and it was that Mother Magic would be the deciding factor. His luck with magic and Sam as one of her chosen ones lead to only one conclusion, they are screwed. They probably would be pregnant at the first try. But Harry kept it to himself for now. But he forgot that Sam is smart and can be very observant, if he wants to be and he definitely didn't miss this. "So in other words the change for us." to emphasis the point he gestures between him and Harry. "are very high."

"Probably." Sirius answers with a sigh. He never was one to lie to his family, because he knows that wouldn't do them any good.

Sam thought that would be a factor to change Harrys mind to not do it for now at least. But Harry Potter never was on to do things like they were expected of him, at least in matters of magic. Let's not forget he achieved a corporal patronus with 13 while the seventh years have problems to get one right. "It doesn't matter." was Harry statement to that.

"What?" Sam exclaims.

But Harry ignores it for now. He wants to know what the ritual would entail. "What has to happen?"

Sirius can see that Sam is getting frustrated with his son. But they need to know everything first before they can make a proper decision about it. "It has to happen on a new moon at midnight in a ritual room, where you let Sam drink form your blood at the moment you both orgasm. You will be marked as his in this way; of course you can mark him the same way at the same time. A binding white light tells you that the magic worked and it will remain in the room until it deems all the demon blood gone out of Sam's system." Sirius tells them. His voice was clinical, like at a lecture at the university, but this way he wouldn't think too much of their possible sex life.

The full moon will be in some days and two weeks later they would have a new moon. That would give them enough time to prepare the ritual room. Harry learned in his lessons with Sirius that every old family home has one of these rooms. They only have to be dusted and prepared for the particular ritual, which will take place in them. Not every ritual is the same or needs the same requirements. At the same time they are not used that often, they are a special room for special magic. "It should be possible. We do it." Harry declares after he thinks about it.

Now the point was reached were Sam has enough and he declared in a hard voice. "No, we will not."

For the first time since they started the discussion Harry looks at Sam and sees that he isn't pro ritual. No he outright rejects it. That hurt Harry. Lifelong self-doubts installed by the Dursley's make themselves known in that moment. He is a freak after all, why should Sam want him this way. But he is his soulmate so that can't be it, with that he tries to ban those thoughts and asks Sam. "Why not?" He desperately hopes that Sam wants him in this way and that there is another reason for him to reject this ritual.

Sam closes his eyes to gather his thoughts. At that Harry winces a little bit, he interprets Sams closed eyes as the rejection. But he still would listen to him for now. He can break down later, when he is alone. "You didn't ask if I want to do this. It is my body that shall be cleansed after all."

Another point that looks like rejection to Harry. "I thought you want the demon blood out of your body." Harry declares still cramping some hope.

"Yes I want it." Sam sighs and opens his eyes to look at his soulmate. "But not this way, why do you want this so much?"

That was not what Harry wanted to hear. He was hurt, but he wouldn't show it. So he reacted with anger. His temper was rumored after all. With a huff he gets up and yells. "Sorry that I want the man I love to be healthy. But I am apparently not what he wants." Without really registering what he just say, Harry stormed out of the door.

Dumbfounded Sam stood back with Sirius, who simply watched their interactions it wasn't his place to interfere. But now he thinks it was time to do something. He hates that his son is hurting, but Sam was hurting as well. Other things were also clear on Sam's face, so Sirius started with the obvious. "I gather that he never told you that before." Sam doesn't know what to say at the moment so he simply nods. "Do you love him as well?" Sirius asks him after. He guessed the answer, they are soulmates after all, but Sam needs to face his feelings, so that he can think about his last actions and how that hurt the man he loved.

The answer was instantly and without thinking long about it. "Yes." His love for Harry was out of the question for Sam.

"So, why are you against the ritual then?" A question that Sirius wanted answered since they started this little discussion.

Sam sighs and puts his head in his hands as he answers. "I am not against it per se." That told Sirius nothing, but he has the feeling that Sam needs a moment to gather his thoughts. So he waited and he wasn't disappointed "I wanted that we take thinks slow and get to know each other intimately. Sex isn't only about lust, passion and love. It is also about trust about feeling comfortable with each other and we aren't there yet. I don't want to rush him, especially if we are bonded for life after. Even with us being his soulmate I feel like he doesn't want me anymore after the new toy is worn."

Sirius shakes his head at his nephew and son. They really are soulmates, they are fairly similar. They have the same fears, but don't see it. Sirius saw what Sam's habit did to his son in that moment. So he has to lecture him on it, because he believes that Sam doesn't know, what he did by letting his own fears interfere with his logical and compassionated mind. "Sam you know that you signaled exactly that with your rejection of the ritual to Harry. I think he feels that you don't want him. That in addition to what the Dursley's did to him can cause some serious problems in your relationship."

He let the words sink in and Sam felt like an asshole. He loves Harry and he wants him in every possible way he can have him, especially sex. Now he only hopes that he didn't destroy everything they had. "Fuck." he curses only occasionally, but in the most cases it is warrant.

Sam gets up; he needs to find Harry now to make it right. Bu first an idea comes to mind. "I will talk about the ritual with him." That was a problem of communication, they have had their opinions on this thing, but they didn't talk about it and after they did it sort of backfired. That is something he has to rectify. "I know your rule is no sex in the house, even if it was broken more than once already." Sirius nods in agreement, but wonders where Sam is going with this. "But can Harry move into my room with me?" he asks him.

That was a completely 180 to Sirius and he can't quite follow, so he asks. "What … Why?"

"If and I mean if we decide together that we want to do this than I want that he learns to trust me on an intimacy level, by sleeping with me in my bed, by showing me his scares" That is something he doesn't do. They had some serious snogging sessions, where Sam always ended without a shirt, but every time he tried to take Harry's shirt off, he was blocked. That is why Harry needs to learn that he can show Sam everything without being judged or disgusted with what he sees by him.

Not that Sirius likes it, but Sam is right about them moving into one room. That is the right step for his son, so he answers with a sigh. "Yes." At least Sam asked him first and didn't simply move Harry in his room without his consent to it.

"Thank you, Siri." with that Sam turns around and runs out of the room like a tornado. Sirius watches him for a moment until he goes back to work. He has a letter for his love and for the goblins to write. They need to know if what they have planned is doable. But Sirius was hopeful, he knows that Sev would need some persuasion to let them in, because he would be worried about their lives, but in the end do it. And the goblins only need the right incentives, so Sirius is positive that it will work.

While Sirius gets his task done Sam was running through the house. His goal was the library. He knows that is where he will find his wayward soulmate. The library has become their spot. They use the main room in the middle of it; it is the perfect hiding place concealed with the optical illusion. There were some tables with chairs and some couches where they would read and spent time together. It also is their make out spot in the house. Sam and Harry are the only ones, who are in this part of the library at a regular basis. The rest of the family finds it to dark and unwelcome. But for Harry, who lived the majority of his live in a cupboard under the stairs it was friendly. Sam liked it as well, because he lived in shady motel rooms, which were darker than this. To both this part of the library feels like home.

That is where he found Harry sitting on one of the couches with his head on his knees shaking and sobbing. He was crying and it breaks Sam's heart that he is the reason for the tears of his loved one. Carefully he takes the seat beside Harry and says. "I am sorry."

Harry was startled. He didn't hear him coming. For a moment he was frozen on the spot, he didn't want Sam to see him like this. Subtly he tries to wipe away his tears as he says. "For what, for not wanting me or something else I don't know." His voice was horsy and with it he couldn't hide that he has been crying.

"Oh, Harry that is so far from the truth." with that Sam falls on his knees in front of Harry. His soulmate wasn't looking at him, but Sam can't have that, not now. Sam needs that Harry sees the love he fells for him in his eyes, so that he believes it. That is why he makes him look at him, by bringing his feet to the floor and lifting his chin to be on the eyelevel with the still taller Sam. As their eyes connect Sam sees the traces of Harrys crying. "I want you with everything in me. I want to have sex with you. I want to be your husband someday and I also want kids with you."

It was hard to believe for Harry even with the testimony for his want in Sam's eyes. So he still has doubts. "But why don't you want to do the ritual then? I thought you want the demon blood gone as much as me."

"Oh I want that, but first we didn't really talk about the ritual. You simply decided for me and that is not how this or any relationship for that matter works." Sam answers.

Now Harry looks sheepish and blushes, because Sam was right he took away the choice of his love. They should have talked about it. That is probably what they would and could do now, so he asks Sam. "What is the second thing?" Because after a first, there always has to be a second to follow, otherwise it didn't make sense to start an explanation with a listing.

Sam sighs, because the following discussion would be one step in the right direction for their relationship, but that doesn't mean that it would be an easy one. Harry was a blusher and a little bit uncomfortable with the topic sex. The blushing Sam likes very much, it was endearing to him, but he hates to make his love uncomfortable, but it had to happen. "Second Harry is the topic sex itself." Just like Sam saw coming Harry blushes and stiffens a little at the same time. But they have to go through with this discussion to eliminate the problems with it; best way to do that is together in Sam's opinion. "It may be a ritual, but the sex is still part of it, a huge part, and therein lays the problem. I want you to be comfortable with sex that includes talking about it. That is a clue for me if you are ready for it or not. I am the experienced one, so I take the lead on this one, but I use you as my guide and that is why I know you are not ready, considering that you have problems with talking about sex with me."

For a moment Harry let's Sams words sink in and sees that he is speaking the truth, if he is honest with himself. He maybe on board with the ritual, but that it would be actual sex makes him uncomfortable now. He didn't notices or better ignored that fact before. "What do we do about that?" he asks Sam nervousls. He really hates to be the inexperienced one; he doesn't want that Sam loses interest in him, because of that. Soul mate or no soul mate.

"First of all stop worrying." Sam can read Harry like a book. "I love that you are inexperienced, before you ask why, it means to me that only I will ever touch you this way and that makes me hard." Sam says, to prove his point he takes Harrys hand and puts it on his cock, so that he feels for himself, what he does to him.

For a moment Harry was shocked, what Sam was doing. He never did that. They only ever touched their chest if anything, but not anywhere else. "Okay." Harry stutters out as he wants to take his arm away, at the same time he likes his hand to stay where it is.

But Sam stops him. "If you want to get comfortable with sex, you have to get used to touching me with clothes or without, so your hand stays here for the moment." This may be a little fast, but Sams gut is telling him that it is a good idea to do this and he still is wearing clothes after all.

"Ok." with that Harry accepts it with a huge blush on his face.

Like said Sam loves when Harry blushes and so he smiles. The visible tent in Harry's pants, tells Sam that his love likes where is Hand is staying at the moment. That is good. "See talking and a little more touching helps. But the important thing for me is that you trust me."

Now Harry has to argue. "But I trust you." That is the truth at least from Harry's point of view. He doesn't know Sams point of view time to change that.

"No you don't, at least not fully." Sam answers.

"Why do you think that?" The hurt Harry feels because of that Sam hears in his voice. He doesn't want to hurt his love, but Harry has to understand what Sam means with his statement.

"Because you don't let me see you during our snogging sessions you stopped me every time when I tried to take off your shirt. … I want to see you. No, I need to see you." Sam explains.

"Why?" Harry asks self-cautious. He knows Sam is right, but he never showed someone else his naked body, not even during Quidditch practice or after, not even in the hospital wing. He hates his scars; they are a testimony what his so called family, whom should have loved him, did to him.

In Harrys face Sam reads that he is self-conscious. He wants to make him feel better, so he cares Harrys check and says. "Love, your scars don't matter to me. I have too many of my own, so they don't count for me. Okay they are not from my family, but from hunts or school yard bullies or other fights. But still they don't matter to me. But I know that they matter to you at the moment and as long as you don't show me your body I won't have sex with you. Want to know why?" he asks him.

The answer was a simple nod of the head and Sam decides to tell him, what he would do to him, to let him see the lust and passion in his eyes. "Because when I make love to you the first time and believe me it will happen, when we are ready, I don't want to do it in a dark room. No the lights will be on so that I can see your beautiful body. I want to see you, while you lay under me in a shivering mass of passion, because I worshipped your body by kissing" Sam showers Harrys neck with a butterfly kiss. "licking" licks over the neck to the ear of his love. "nipping" as he bites gentle into his earlobe to prove his point. "your body. I want to see how you react when I take your cock into my mouth before I let you cum into it. I want to give you the pleasure you deserve as the man I love, because I love you and I wanted to tell you that in this way after you said it first in an angered way, but I heard you and I feel the same."

At the end of Sams little speech Harrys pants were wet. He cum because of Sams whispered words combined with pointed touches and he believed every last one of those. But in his high it took him some moments till he registered the words of Sam's last sentence. He said 'I love you' as answer to his 'I love you'. Harry didn't know until now, that he said them in the first place, but thinking back to the last moments before he stormed out of Sirius study, he realizes that he really said this words. For a moment Harry was sad. It was the truth that he loves Sam, but he didn't want to say those words in anger, but during a romantic moment. That is what Sam deserves. At the same time it makes him happy to hear the words back from Sam, so he has to repeat his own words. "I love you."

Sam was satisfied with Harry's reaction to his doings and that makes him proud. He gave his soul mate an orgasm by whispering naughty words and some precious touching's. He really was looking forward to get him there with other parts of his body, but first he has to say something. "I love you too." Sam gives back and connects their foreheads together.

For some long moments they simply stare in the other's eyes and marvel in the closeness to the other person, than Harry breaks the silence. "What now?" They aren't done talking about the ritual and all his implications after all.

Sam understood where this was going as he answered. "For now we work on you getting more comfortable around me and with the topic sex, before we talk about the ritual again. You have to learn to trust me first."

"And how do I do that?" Harry asks.

With a mischievous smile Sam answers. "By moving in with me into my room."

"What … but what about Dadfot?" Harry wants to know. The rules about sex in the house are very clear, even if they were broken more than once already. He still doesn't want to break them.

"I already asked and he said yes. See I came prepared before I apologized, which I want to do again by the way." Sam says.

Harry interrupts him. "You don't have to, I understand now."

"But I still want to." Sam insists and explains further. "Simply because I want that you understand that I want you in every possible way. If you feel like I don't want you talk to me, ok." The last part was almost pleading, because Sam really doesn't want to repeat that Harry feels unwanted again.

Instead of answering Harry kisses Sam and he kisses back. After a moment they break apart and Harry says with conviction. "Ok, I will."

"Good."

"But can I ask a question first?"

"Of course anything."

"What do we or you about your … hard-on?" Harry breaks after a moment, before he adds in a whisper "Do you need help with that?" Harry stumbles through the question and it is his way of trying to get more comfortable.

That is the way Sam understands it and it is a good sign for him. That is why he takes his own hand over Harrys hand, which still is lingering on his cock, to work them in tandem. The thought of Harry helping Sam with his problem flusters Sam and it is hot, that is why his hard-on grows. For a moment Harry was shocked before he relaxes and Sam sees it as his agreement to what he has planned. So he started to move both their hands in sync to reach his own completion.

This way they enjoyed their evening together by exploring each other a little more. Slowly they walk in the right direction and who knows maybe the trust that is needed will come sooner and Harry will begin to trust his love more.

On the day of the following moon Harry, Sam, Dean and the twins become full Marauders. Getting a name is only the first part; the second part is becoming a part of Remus pack. They would stay with Remi for the full moon in their animagus forms. They all were looking forward to it, even Dean. But that is no wonder, after all those months together in the house Remi and Dean can say without a doubt that they are friends, something that still amazes Dean. He is now friends with a werewolf, but he learned to appreciate this friendship.

But to become part of the pack, Moony has to accept them. That is why they transformed into their animagus forms in the next room of the room of where Moony is staying. As Remus beta Sirius stayed with his friend during the transformation. As soon as he was done the others slowly enter the room to greet the werewolf with a particular sequence. First come the twins as canine animals they bowed their heads in submission as they approach Moony.

The submission is necessary so that Moony doesn't see them as a threat to him and his pack member Padfoot. For a moment Moony nuzzled their necks, before he carefully bites down. Not to break skin, but to establish himself as their Alpha. With a snarl from both foxes they accept his leader role and step to his side to give the others a chance to become members of the pack as well.

Next was Sam, because of his size and they all thought that Remi would remember his encounter with Buckbeak, which wasn't good for the werewolf. Slowly just like the twins before him, he approached Moony with a bowed head. As soon as he stands before the werewolf Sams animal side tells him to fall on his knees before him and so he did just that. Especially because Sirius told them during their animagi sessions that they have to listen to their animal side, only this way they only become truly one. The submission of Sam was accepted after some nuzzling and just as easily as of the twins.

Next were Dean and Harry both come last because they could be seen as prey or better food for the werewolf. They all were afraid, how Moony would react to Guardian and Kaa. But the worry was for nothing as he accepts their submission just like he did with the others.

After that the fun could begin. Padfoot started to chase everyone, he wanted to play. All beside Moony and Kaa were all for it. So Moony took position on the floor to watch them play fetch. Kaa sneaked himself around Moony and somehow cuddled with him as they watch the others hunt each other through the narrowed space.

At the same time Hermione and Draco waited in the kitchen. They couldn't be part of the full moon fun. Hermione because of her pregnancy and Draco simply weren't anywhere done with his transformation, his training only just began. He still was in his mediation phase on the search for his inner animal. But both still wanted to be part of this full moon in a way, even if they only would sit outside, while the others would have their fun.

It also gave Hermione and Draco some time to talk. They wanted to spend some time together. Surprisingly it wasn't only Hermione, who wanted that, but Draco has a similar idea and that for a good reason. Even with the successful night on New Year's Eve Draco didn't have many chances to connect with Hermione or reconnect with Fred, at least not alone. The three of them together have more time, but still was rare with a full house. So it was the optimal opportunity to do one of those things to get to know each other better. He needs that time with the both of them as well as them individual to not feel like an intruder or outsider or even only as an audience to the couple.

For the triad to work he needs to be part of it. Hermione, Fred and Draco have to get along as well as fall in love. Meeting them is the best way to that. Some bad stuff has gone down between Hermione and Draco and that needs to put aside. She needs to see him for who he really is and not who lets the world at Hogwarts see. They have to start somewhere and for him that means an apology.

Nervously Draco clears his throat to get her attention. She looks up, from her cup of tea and directly at him as he says. "Hermione I know it is later than it should be, but I think I should apologize. So I am sorry."

"What for?" she asks him, because she doesn't know what he thinks he has done now to have to apologize to her.

With a stern and honest expression he looks at her. "Shouldn't be the question for what I don't have to apologize. That would be a shorter list."

That gives her a slight idea what he is talking about and she finds it sweet, but unnecessary. That is what she tells him. "You don't need to, I know now that it was all an act and you tried to protect yourself." Even if some of the things he did hurt her, she can understand him and doesn't hold it against him.

"That doesn't make it right Hermione and so I still want to apologize to you." he tells her.

"Thank you." was her honest answer, to hear him say it, warms her heart.

He gets up, walks around the table to kneel in front of her. This way he can look into her beautiful hazelnut eyes. "I need you to know that I didn't mean any of it otherwise this between us and Fred can't work." to emphasis he gestures between them. "It hurt me to curse, yell, and ridicule you and anything else I did, that I can't remember now, during our school days."

The honesty was clear in his voice and in his eyes; Hermione can see and hear it without any problems. She believes him and sees the connection she feels between them deepen a bit. They got to know each other in the last weeks and she learned this way that he was a sensible young man with a wicked sense of humor, who loves to prank as much as the twins and Harry. Sirius named the four of them the next generation of Marauders from Hogwarts, a great honor for all of them.

"I know that Draco and I believe you." she answers after some moments.

That was good to hear for him. "Thank you. Still an apology simply should be a courtesy. So I am sorry." he repeats again to her.

She caresses his check and he leans into her touch. Their relationship is only at the beginning. They didn't want to jump in head first, so they all decided to get to know each other again. That is why her touches mean so much to him. For now they were rare, only some touches here and there. He marvels every single one of them, just like she did. "Thank you." she tells him sincerely. Even if it wasn't necessary it still was nice and sweet to hear him say those words. Before Draco can say anything someone else wants her attention. One of the twins kicks her and she says startled. "Oh." It hurt a bit and she showed it with a grimace on her face.

Worried Draco asks. "Everything ok or shall I get Aunt Andy." Yeah the twins may be not his, but the thought of little feet running around with their mother's looks as well as Fred's hair grew on him and make him smile. Considering he wants them to be a triad, they all need to get used to the idea of sharing them. So he cares a great deal about the growing twin girls already. So that is why he was worried for them.

She smiles at his antics and says. "No." After a moment of thinking she takes his hand and puts it on her stomach. Curiously he looks at her until he feels a kick and amazement was written all over his face.

"Wow." was the only thing he could say. He marvels in the moment that she so freely shares something important like this with him. It gives him hope that they can make it work. It also reminds him of something else. "Shouldn't you share that with Fred first." he asks nervously. They are his children after all and he doesn't want to take this moment away from him.

"Don't worry, he already felt them kick two days ago." she gives back.

Draco let's out the breath he kept in for a moment. "Good." For a while longer he lets his hand linger on her growing belly, which made her more beautiful to him, she literally was glowing. Than he takes it away, gets up and takes the seat beside her. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

He was smiling with his whole face. A smile she has never seen before and she liked it very much. He was happy, which in turn made her happy, because she was the reason that he was happy. "Your welcome." she says. It wasn't really a hardship for her, because she as well knows that they need to get to know each other and the best way to do that is by interacting. So far she likes what she learns about him.

"Would you go on a date with me?" he asks her nervously after a moment of silence.

It was total out of the blue for Hermione, but not to Draco. He had the idea for a long time, but only had the courage for it just now. But she liked the invitation nevertheless, but her answer still was. "You know we are at war. So going on a date is a bit hard."

A sly Slytherin smile starts on his face. "If you say yes, you let me figure out the rest." Not that he has to think long about it. He already has a good idea for a possible date. He just isn't telling her that.

Without thinking about it, she answers. "Ok. I am looking forward to it. When?" she asks with a smile.

The smile on his face got bigger, if that even is a possibility. "Tomorrow at noon." he tells her.

"I will be ready." was her answer.

"Ok." with that they went back to a comfortable silence and waited out the moon, until Hermione got tired and fall asleep on her seat. Draco tried to send her to her bed, but she was stubborn. But as soon as she was asleep he transfigured a seat into a bed, picked her up and put her to bed in the kitchen. He watches her for a moment, before he decides to be brave and kiss her forehead. Her answer was a subconscious smile on her sleeping face.

The next morning the new Marauders were exhausted from jumping, running and simply having fun the whole night. Hermione had only a short time to tell Fred about her night and her planned date with Draco today, before he fell asleep. He wasn't concerned, because Draco and Hermione need some time alone. He trust both of them that they would tell him everything that happens on their date. So he had a bliss full sleep.

At noon Draco collected Hermione from her and Fred's room after he used the whole morning to prepare their date. He planned a picnic in the library for them. He found a nice fiction section during his hiding phase in the room. The food was prepared by Kreacher. Only the muffins he made himself, the only think he could do was bake. Yeah, unbelievable, but he always loved to bake, it helps him clear his head. One of the Malfoy house elves's taught him in his childhood.

She opens the door and took his breath away with the beautiful dress that she wore. It highlighted her features including her pregnancy glow. "You look amazing." he says after he found his voice again.

"Thank you, you clean up nice as well." she gives back.

With that he holds out his arm for her. "Milady."

She takes it and says. "My Lord lead the way."

Without saying where they are going, he leads her to the library. But she catches really fast were they are going to. Moments later they enter the library and Draco leads her to the prepared blanket. The picnic basked was standing on it and Draco lit some candles to give them some romantic atmosphere.

The get up makes her smile. She sees that he thought long about what he wanted to do with his limited resources and this was the result of it, the best without leaving the house and still being special. It shows her that he knows her and as such she doesn't need something special, just simple things are enough to make a date special.

Carefully he leads her to a seat on the floor and helps her to get down. Now with almost seven months pregnant getting down and coming up isn't that easy any more for her. As answer to that she says. "Thank you."

"No problem." with that he takes place beside her and opens the basket to show her what he had prepared, some sandwiches, surprisingly with things she liked and it showed on her face. But he simply smiles and keeps to himself how much he knows about her and what she likes. After watching her in the great hall for six years he knows many things about her. As well as Strawberries, a month ago she started to carve them. Since then it was always a good to have some in the house. So he asks her about them first even if he knows her answer beforehand. "Do you want some?"

"Yes." happily she reaches for one and plums it into her mouth. A satisfied moan escapes her.

"You know that you are a serious turn on with those little noises you make only because of eating food." he tells her. So many fantasies of him have her moan that way, but the reasons were definitely not food.

Instead of being offended by him talking about her moaning, she isn't a prude after all, she replies with a smile. "I do my best, but I can try harder if you want."

"Little minx." Draco answers with a smile.

As she glances at him her eyes look playfully innocent. Oh, he likes this confident Hermione. In school he only saw that once, as she went to the Yule Ball with Krum. She captured the attention of almost every male in attendance and that without doing anything special. It simply was her confident appearance and that everyone could see she felt comfortable in herself.

"I take that as a compliment." which she truly does. She may not think of herself as overly beautiful, but she captured the attention of two of the most popular guys at Hogwarts. Talk about a confidence boost. On top of that she likes them both very much. She never would have guessed that Draco Malfoy someday would catch her interest, besides being a prick in a beautiful package. But here she is now. Hermione takes another strawberry, pops in her mouth as she asks him. "What else have you planned?" She chums on the delicious food.

"I thought we get to know each other without the constant interference from other people." he answer. With people he mostly means Dean, even if he accepts that his sister is a big girl, he won't let her alone with Draco, not after what he has done to her in the past. In her brother's opinion, he needs to be watched. Draco still has to earn Deans turns in matters of his sister. A point he is working on, because he believes that he deserves the treatment of Dean. But it still is a little hindrance in getting to know the woman of his affection.

"Oh, what do you want to know?" she asks him.

"Everything." was his honest and fast answer.

She laughs. "You have to start somewhere, do you know the game 20 questions?" he nods in answer, so she goes on. "Good we will answer the question either of us states at the same time. What do you say?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Good. Do you mind if I start?" He declines with a shake of his head and she asks her first question. "What is your favorite book?" She answers her own question with. "Hogwarts, a history."

"I knew that mine is Lord of the Rings." he answers.

"But that is a muggle book?" she says.

"So?" he looks at her with a raised eyebrow as if he wanted to ask her what the problem was with that.

"Where did you get that?" she wants to know.

"Ah. It may surprise you, but even if my family members are mostly blood purists, they also are book lovers. That is why they collected literature work from everywhere they could get their hands on even muggle ones." he explains to her.

That interested her. "What other muggle literature did you read?" She asks him to find out what muggle literature interests him.

"Shakespeare and yes I know that Hermione is a character in 'A winter's tale'." he answers as he sees that she wants to interrupt him. She blushes a bit at the fact that he could read her that easily, but it also warms her heart. It means that he studied her and really tries to get to know her. "I also read Mann, Cervantes, Borges and Proust, just to name a few."

"So you like to read?" she concludes.

"Yes just like you." One point they share with each other, but not with Fred. Yeah, he reads bot nut in the extremes as they do and in the most cases only to look something up. Rarely just for fun. A point where they can connect with each other on a deeper level.

"Yes everyone knows that." Game forgotten she asks him something completely different. She wants to test him a bit. "What else do you know about me?"

"Let's see." He makes a dramatic break to gather his thoughts, because he knows that she is testing him. Even if he doesn't know what for, it was a test and he didn't want to fail it. "You love tea, but during exams time you only drink coffee so that you stay awake after your excessive study sessions in the library."

"Hey." she tries to defend herself, but in was unsuccessful.

"You know that I am right. The only thing I never understood was why you would study so hard in the first place, because you knew the material by heart before that."

Hermione blushes again. "Because of you or better because of every pureblood at school, who looked at me like I was scum, who doesn't deserve to know the first thing about magic."

"You wanted to prove yourself!" he concludes.

"Yes."

Draco was baffled by that, so he takes her hand and makes her look him into his eyes. "I am sorry you had the feeling like you were nothing. But that is so far from the truth. You are a talented, intelligent, beautiful witch and I" he pointed at himself to emphasis the point. "always knew that you are a force to be reckon with. Not many are at your knowledge level and you have a huge amount of wisdom."

"Books aren't important." she interrupts him.

"That isn't true and you know it. I also meant that you not only know what you are doing, but that you use it to your best advantage. The best example is your Avis charm. Many know how it works, but not how to work it."

She laughs at him. "Yeah, thank you." he saw her use that charm once and it was funny at least as she directed the birds at the Weasel.

It that moment she was vulnerable, but happy. She looks more beautiful to him and he has to ask her, before he does something rush and he wants his consent to his idea. "Can I kiss you?" He hopes that he didn't overstepped.

For a moment she was perplex, but she still says. "Yes."

Without waiting longer he closed his eyes, leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate first kiss between them. It was sweet, loving and awoke a spark in them. After a moment they break apart and both know that they made a huge step forward in their relationship. So they smiled in happiness and containment.

What they don't know is that this little kiss sealed the betrothal contract, just like Mother Magic wants it. Considering Fred was added as the third part to the contract. They were a true trait with that, but that is something they only learn at a later date.

It's been a week since Sam and Harry decided to start living together in one room. It was awkward in the beginning as Harry tried to hide his scares from Sam. But after a talk two days in of sharing in which Sam told Harry that he has to open up to him if he really wants to complete the bond, it got better. It took Harry an additional day to come to terms with that. But in the evening of the third day Harry changed clothes in front of Sam. That was a huge step on his part.

For the first time someone else besides Harry saw the scars on his back. It took a huge part of self-control for Sam to not go running in search for the Dursley's. He can't believe how they could tread him, their nephew, in this way. He has welts from a belt, if Sam has to guess, on his back. But the hardest fact is that some of those welts are very old, like they started to hit him with a belt at a young age.

As they talked about it, because Sam needed to know and wouldn't let it go, his suspicion was confirmed. Harry told him that the first time he can remember being hit with a belt was at four years old. He doesn't remember why he was punished; only the pain of it was ingrained into his mind. It was the first time in a very long time for Sam that he cried. He didn't even cry, because of Jess death, but Harry's life affected him more than that or anything else.

That night they cried together and held on to the other like they would disappear every second if they let go. But it was a new stage in their relationship. Harry opened up to him and he talked more about his life with the Dursley's. He still was reserved in a way, but step by step Sam learned more and that showed him that Harry trusts him. He now knows about the chores he had to do in his family's home and that they treated him worse than a house elf in Sam's opinion.

But sharing a room and a bed did what Sam believed it would. Their relationship got deeper and their trust for each other grew. To be on an even footing with Harry, Sam told him about his life as well, but this time more in dept. This way he wanted to show Harry that he isn't the only one, who is damaged in the relationship, as his soulmate believes. Not that Sam believed that, on the contrary for him Harry is a strong young man with an old soul. Someone others can look up to, even if the person is actually older than him, like Sam somethings look up to him. That simply is, who Harry is, he inspires people no matter their age.

After only seven days they have a routine. They both would get changed in the room, before they would walk to the bathroom together. There they would brush their teeth with a little bit of goofing around. After they would say good night to their neighbor Dean, if he would sleep in his room, which doesn't happen often these days, and then they would go to bed. Sam on the right and Harry on the left side of the bed. They choose it this way or better Sam did, because he wanted to be closer to the door in case something happens. Not that it is necessary, the house is unplottable after all, but he still feel better this way. It feels to him like he can protect Harry better.

Not that he would tell Harry that. He knows that Harry protected himself his whole life and is good at it, but Sam still wants to do it. What he doesn't know is that Harry feels the same way about protecting Sam. That is why he warded the door with an intruder alarm. The ward would tell him if something was at miss, no matter on which side of the bed he was sleeping. Sam still wasn't used to the wizard way and sometimes forgets that things like wards and such exist.

In bed they would talk a little bit about their day or about their past, even about the future, they desperately want together. Even if Harry still feels like he wouldn't outlive the war, he loves to plan ahead with Sam. That gives him something to live for. Sam and their future together are his new motivations to come out on top of this fight. They would talk until they fall asleep.

So they did this night as well. Sleep comes easily and since Harry shared a bed with Sam his nightmares were nonexistence. Tonight was a little different he was hit with a flood of images, even in his subconscious mind Harry somehow new that what he sees is important. So he tries to concentrate or as good as he can in his dream like state to get a better view on the image.

The first thing he saw was that it was raining and he was walking with a wand in hand. But it wasn't his wand, but he still knows that wand. No wonder he crossed spells with this wand almost his whole life. So he knows that he is Voldemort at the moment. That also tells him it isn't only a dream but more so memories or actually happening in this moment. No matter what he would concentrate on the images now more than before.

Through the eyes of Voldemort he sees that he walks along a corridor of brick walls. The place wasn't familiar to Harry in any way. So he takes a closer look, but not much was recognizable as Tom simply walks until he reaches something that reminds Harry of a cell, because of that bars at the entrance. So they must be in a prison, but it can't be Azkaban. That Harry is sure of. With his wand Voldemort opens the bars and enters. An old, bold man with a greased and crazy glance was imprisoned in that cell. He looks up at Voldemort as he enters. Harry doesn't know the man, but the man knows Voldemort as he says. "I knew you would come for me."

Instead of directly reacting to it, Voldemort asks. "Where is it?" His snakelike voice gets on Harrys nerves. But he still asks himself, what Voldemort is looking for.

A crazy smile starts on the others man face as he answers. "I don't have it anymore."

"Where?" Voldemort asks again.

"It is with him … The Elder Wand is with Dumbledore." the other answers without a care in the world. But Harry is sure that it would be his last words and he even is surer that the other man knows that as well. It was like he accepted his death like a lost friend.

Not a moment later he died at the hands of Voldemort with. "Avada Kedavara"

It also took a moment for the words to sink in until Harry could process them. It only was his luck that Tom was searching for the Elder Wand. What better use of the ultimate wand for the waver to get rid of his enemies. Harry was screwed, should he find them.

With that the images changed and now Voldemort was walking again. This time the surrounding area was familiar to Harry, because for six years he called the grounds of Hogwarts home. Even if he was at this place only once, Harry would never forget the last resting place of Albus Dumbledore. Slowly, like he would approach a sacred ground Voldemort approached the stone tomb of the old headmaster's grave.

In front of the tomb he takes a breath, before Voldemort looks around to be sure that he is alone. No one needs to know, that he is currently stealing the Elder Wand. He of course is sure that Snape knows about his appearance at school, but his followers are well trained, at least that is what he believes. Harry of course knows otherwise. Not that he would give away this information.

Using his wand Voldemort pushes the top stone of the grave away to get in the coffin. It only took a moment and then he glances at the human remains of Albus Dumbledore. Voldemort lets out on of his psychotic laughs, like the manic he is, before he says to the still body of his dead adversary. "I win old man and you can't do nothing to stop me from getting the Elder Wand."

He reaches out and takes the wand out of the dead fingers of Dumbledore. With this wand Voldemort's knows that he can take down the only thing that is standing between him and his ruling, Harry Potter. To demonstrate and to see what the wand can do Voldemort's lets a thunder out of the wand.

That is the moment Harry sits up in bed, panting. His movement woke Sam. After he saw the condition Harry was in, he knows that his love had a nightmare. Having dealt with some during their time before becoming lovers, Sam knows what to do to get Harry out of this state. Without thinking he takes position behind Harry with his feet on either side of his soul mates body, so that he can lean back into him, which he does into Sam bare chest. Inhaling Sams scent helps him to calm down. The calms touches of rubbing circles in to his skin are helpful as well.

But the thing that helps him the most are the sweet nothingness Sam whispers into Harrys ears. "Shh, I got you baby, … nothing will happen to you … I got you …" repeating the words over and over to him. This form of reassurance is somehow new, because he only started with it after they become an item.

Harry took his time to calm down and Sam didn't stress him to confess what the dream was about. He knows that would have a counter effect on his lover and would start a new wave of panic. So Sam waits until he hears that Harry's breath was evening out and he wasn't shaking anymore. But he still didn't ask, what is going on? Harry has to say something first, because that is the only way for Sam to know that he had calmed down.

Some additional moments of only Harrys breathing and Sams sweets nothingness before Harry says. "Thank you."

Sam lets go of the rubbing and lifts Harrys chin with his finger to make him look into his eyes. Harry has to see that he means it and the best way to transmit that is through eye contact. "You don't have to thank me. I will always be there to catch you."

Instead of saying anything Harry kisses Sam to show him his love, but also his gratitude for his actions. After a moment of kissing they break apart and Harry says. "Sometimes I think I don't deserve you."

To lighten the mood a bit Sam tries to make a joke. "Oh I think you deserve me very much, who else would call you out on your bullshit."

A smile graces Harry's beautiful face. "In that case I am thrilled, but at least I can do the same for you."

With mock outrage, Sam puts his hand over his heart and says. "Are you saying that I bullshit. I have you know that I am not my brother and don't do shit." It worked as planned. Harry started laughing. Sam learned fast that it way better to deal with a happy Harry instead of a sad one. This way he can keep his temper better in check. It also is infectious, hearing Harry laugh. It always leads to Sam laughing alongside Harry.

So it took a moment for the two of them to calm down. Now was the moment to ask Harry what he needed to know. "So are you going to tell me what happened?"

With a sigh Harry answers as Sam brings him back to reality for a moment he simply could forget. That is something he loves about Sam. "I am screwed."

"How so?"

"I had a nightmare." Sam looks at him as if he wants to say that he knows that and was now waiting for Harry to elaborate it further. "I was Tom." Sam wanted to say something now, but Harry stopped him with his hand over his mouth. "I really was him, because I think I broke down my own shields."

"Why did you do that?" There wasn't an accusing tone in Sam voice, only worry.

Now Harry blushes and nervously scratches his neck. "It was unintentional. I think after sleeping with you in the same bed in the last nights it made me feel save and I let my guard down."

Sam loves to hear that. They only have to work on the part that Harry still has to keep his guard up in his mind at least until this war is over. "We work on that."

"Ok."

"What did you see." it was out of the question for Sam that was what had rattled Harry.

With his beautiful green eyes Harry looks at Sam as he delivered a huge blow for both of them and the light sight of the war. "Tom has the Elder Wand."

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