Title: Mishandled and Cherished
Author: Allanasha Ke Kiri
Rating: Probably T
Pairing: Harry/Blaise (abusive), Harry/Lucius or Harry/Severus
Summary: Harry is in an abusive relationship, but continues to tell himself that it doesn't matter. He desperately tries to hold together his marriage and family, withdrawing into himself and hoping that things will get better as he tries to change himself to his husband's standards. He is disillusioned, however when the abuse begins to spill over to their eldest child. Harry decides enough is enough and grabs the kids and runs. Help comes from the most unlikely of sources.
Prologue:
"Do you, Blaise Emal Zabini, heir of the Zabini and Reachester lines, take Harry James Potter, heir of the Potter line, to be your husband in the eyes of the world?" the priestess said, her soft voice echoing over the silent hall.
"I do," was Blaise's soft reply as he stared into Harry's eyes.
Harry could see the love and warmth reflecting from them, and he fought to breath. This was really happening. They had been together for three years, since the Christmas of their seventh year, and engaged for two of it. Harry still couldn't believe that it was finally happening. It all looked real, and felt real, but he was afraid that he was dreaming, that, in the next moment, he'd wake up and none of it will have happened. They'd still be engaged, with no end of it in sight.
"Do you swear to care for him, provide for him, and protect him from those who would do him harm?"
"I do,"
Harry swallowed from the heat he saw in his soon-to-be husband's eyes. He had already proven he would protect him, nearly dying in the final battle when he tackled Harry out of the way of a not-so-stray killing curse. The curse had been mere inches from hitting Blaise. Harry had thought that he'd have a heart attack.
"Do you, Harry James Potter, heir of the Potter line, take Blaise Emal Zabini, heir of the Zabini and Reachester lines, to be your husband in the eyes of the world?"
"I do," Harry breathed, his green eyes focused on Blaise's black ones, hoping it was real.
"Do you swear to care for him, provide for him, and protect him from those who would do him harm?"
"I do,"
And he had, so far. After the final battle, Blaise had been stuck in the infirmary, due to damage he had taken. Harry had been unable to force himself from Blaise's side, and no one had been able to force him away either. Because of that, Harry had been able to stop an assassination attempt one of Voldemort's, previously, uncaught followers had tried. Harry never had bothered to learn his name.
Priestess Alena raised her right hand from where it was placed on their joined right hands, and motioned to Draco, Blaise's best man. Draco stepped forward and presented her with a small gold ring, the Zabini crest etched into the metal. He then stepped back, shooting Harry a soft smile. They were, if not friends, at least friendly acquaintances. They were forced to. Draco was Blaise's best friend, and Harry, his significant other.
"Do you, Harry James Potter, accept this ring, symbol of Blaise Emal Zabini's family, and, in so doing, accept his family, his status, and your place by his side?"
"I do," was Harry's soft reply.
"Present your hand."
Harry raised his hand, and was not surprised to see the slight tremble. Priestess Alena gave him a soft smile as she fitted the ring onto his finger. Harry's eyes were drawn to the little band of gold as Priestess Alena lifted her left hand from his and Blaise's joined hands and motioned to Ron, Harry's best man. Ron stepped forward, placing a gold ring with the Potter crest into her pale hand. Then, Ron stepped back without a word. His friend was not particularly pleased with his choice of partner, but he had, at least, stopped talking against it.
"Do you, Blaise Emal Zabini, accept this ring, symbol of Harry James Potter's family, and, in so doing, accept his family, his status, and your place by his side?"
"I do," Blaise answered, his eyes still boring into Harry's.
"Present your hand."
Harry still felt like he was in a dream, even as Blaise's hand rose and crossed their joined hands, letting her place the Potter ring on his.
Priestess Alena then, placed Blaise's right hand on top of their joined ones. Then, she gently grabbed Harry's and placed his atop them, only then did both of her hands settle on top of them once again.
"From your time to your words, may your vows now bind you close. As these rings do show the world, may your days be filled with peace. To seal your bond, now seal your lips," she said removing her hands from theirs.
Blaise's hands slipped up Harry's arms as they both drew closer. It was not until their lips finally met that Harry was finally convinced that it was no dream. He was awake, and they were finally married. When they finally drew apart, Harry smiled happily up at his husband. Blaise smirked down at him.
Here's the prologue for Mishandled and Cherished (working title). Hopefully, I'll have a better title by the time I have to put it up (if this is the one chosen at all.) I know this doesn't really show much of what the rest of the story will be like, but this is it. The first chapter will skip to several years in the future.
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