Here's an extra-long chaper for you all to celebrate that I am finally done with my 18-week internship since yesterday! Summer holidays have started for me!
Enjoy,
The spotlights turned the pouring rain that fell on the stadium into an overwhelming spectacle. Golden streams of light that reflected and flickered, the figures that moved through it with high speed mere shadows amongst the light. It was beautiful, and Harry knew that the chance to see the Snitch in these conditions were zero to none.
He loved impossible challenges.
His broom, his beloved Firebolt, seemed to be as thrilled as he was, reacting to the lightest touch. Harry moved his arm an inch, which sent him spiraling towards the earth with massive velocity. The rush sent thrills down his spine. His first professional match… His first chance as Quidditch Captain, and of a professional team! They had trained so hard in the past month, and improved massively. He had had to replace two team members who were really bad, not even surviving what would have been Quidditch try-outs at Hogwarts.
He had mixed feelings about it. Sending people away right when being admissioned to the team had not made him popular with the other team members, but thankfully the rest had stayed. There was one beater who was quite good, and they also had a good Keeper and one excellent Chaser now the others had been replaced. The second Beater and other Chasers were moderate, but their good sides were enhanced by the other players, rather than dragged down as they had been in the old team. This was their chance to shine…
He had to admit that the training he'd submitted them to had not entirely been his own. Being in a team with Wood as captain for so long had drilled standard training into him, and he wasn't used to any other. Therefore, his own training was mainly a reflection of Wood's. Perhaps it would have been god to have flown under several different captains, but on the other hand, Wood's training had worked. It was a shame that Wood wouldn't be able to see the match. He was probably prepping for his NEWTs now. Or maybe beating himself up in the field again... It was his last year as Quidditch captain after all. He wondered who the Gryffindor team comprised of now he and the Twins were gone.
But no, he couldn't think of that now. The match was about to start, and it was hard to make out his bright-orange clothed team-members in all the light. At least the opposite team was playing in dark blue, which made them a bit more visible.
There was no grand opening ceremony like the last –and only- professional Quidditch match he'd seen, during the World Cup. Instead, it felt a bit like a usual Hogwarts match, with the exception of that everyone was already in the air when starting, having taken position. The game would start the moment the Quaffle would be thrown into the air and the whistle sounded.
When it finally did, he was on his way. One of the things he had changed in the game routine, was that he would have a more active role. Usually the Seeker mostly kept out of the game until the Snitch came in sight, but he wanted a bit more action. As such, he tried to distract enemy players as much as possible by whizzing past, glad the rain was aiding him as they couldn't see him coming. In this weather, flying around the field would also be a good strategy to find the snitch, as looking at the lights and the rain and hoping he saw some other movement through the veil of water was certainly not the best way to go.
He vaguely heard the noise that signaled a score, but he had no idea who had scored, and just kept flying. He rolled to the side to avoid a bludger, smiling with satisfaction as it instead hit the enemy chaser that he'd been sticking close to.
He didn't want it to end too soon, to give the team a chance to shine after such a long period of being at the bottom of the League. But like this he had no way of knowing who was scoring and who was ahead. They would need a massive amount of points to go even a single rank up… just 150 points of the snitch were definitely not enough. He'd like to win with at least 200 over the other, but whether it was realistic? He did have the advantage of that the other team would most likely underestimate them. While he had been famous on the field at Hogwarts, no-one else had ever seen him play. There were only rumours, and he was brand-new to the world of professional Quidditch. He hoped that would give them somewhat of an advantage, but he couldn't put too much of his hopes on it.
He lost his thoughts when he continued flying, putting his soul in the match. It was exhilarating to play on a professional field, which was much larger than the Quidditch pit at Hogwarts. The rain was lessening a bit, thankfully, and he could see more than a few yards ahead now. He took the opportunity to raise in height and make a large curve in the air that landed him in front of the scoring board. 30-10 for the other team. This didn't look as good as he'd hoped… Still, with the previous team it would have been a bloody miracle already that they scored at all within the first hour of the game. He relaxed a bit when the scoring noise sounded and the numbers switched to 30-20. They had to win this, they just had to!
He wondered if Marvolo was there… He knew his love was incredibly busy, and didn't like Quidditch at all, much less liked seeing 'Harry in danger'. He hadn't asked Marvolo to come, afraid of an outright refusal, but secretly, the teen hoped that he was there. Harry would just pretend he was, and play as if anything but victory was an option. If Marvolo would find out that he'd lost… No, he simply couldn't…
A dangerous manoeuvre around one of the enemy beaters sent his stomach spinning, but the results were great to see. The Beater, who had tried to follow Harry with his eyes, completely missed a Bludger that whizzed past and smashed a Chaser in the side. He lost track of time as he flew. The rain was only a small drizzle now, and he could hear the commentary more clearly.
''Good shot there, but a manoeuvre from Grast leaves the goal fully protected. Did not know he had it in him. Score still 130-90 for, yes ladies and gentlemen, the Chudley Cannons!'' 40 points in advance, for real? Harry smirked.
It seemed that he could stop shadowing the other Seeker as he had done for the past minutes, and hunt down the snitch himself. If he would catch it now, that would be 190 point over the other team… very close to his goal. But where was that damned golden ball? Throughout the whole game he hadn't seen a single sign of it. Was it flying off-field? But why would it do that for so long? He really hoped the game would not last more than a full day… It had certainly been a few hours already, and he hadn't had that much to do apart from distract the enemy team.
Suddenly he got an idea. What if the snitch wasn't in the air here? It was not usual, but it could happen that a snitch would stay close to the ground in order to not be caught, while the seekers were waiting hundreds of meters in the air, making the ball impossible to see. He grinned. Perhaps this was a perfect opportunity to do a Wronski feint. Even if it would not yield results in finding the snitch, he might be able to smash the other seeker in the ground.
The ground was getting dangerously close, and he was going too fast… he'd started in practically a free fall, and was now trying to pull up a minuscule amount so as to shoot horizontally over the field. Wind filled his ears, and he could not hear the shouted words of the commentators. He did not look at what the other seeker was doing, he had no time for that. Even if he'd followed, Harry was faster, he knew that. He only had eyes for the snitch as he made a sharp turn and went to the other side of the field, watching the few meter above the grass closely.
And there it was. He had been right! He wanted to know what the current score was. Had someone scored before he'd pulled his stunt? Could he catch it right now? But he didn't dare to lose sight of the snitch for even a moment. He stretched out his arm, the wings fluttering faster than he could follow…
A shadow was his only warning, and it was more instinct than skill that he made a Sloth Grip Roll mid-air. While he'd been concentrating on the snitch, a beater had precisely aimed a bludger at him. Of course it wouldn't be this easy… Meanwhile, the snitch had shot up in the air… exactly in the direction of the enemy seeker, who was already looking as if he'd won the game.
Fury went through Harry. It could not end like this. Not his first game! They could not lose because of him… Another bludger came at him, hit by both Beaters at once… More a Dopplebeater attack than defense in this case… He avoided it in a zigzag as he rose in the air. He wondered if he should use dirty tactics… He had his wand with him, and while he could not cast any spells on the players, spectators or the ball, it was not forbidden to use a spell for distraction. If he let his Patronus gallop –pardon, slither, he almost forgot that it had changed some time ago- through the air, that might give him the necessary seconds…
But even though it was not considered foul play technically, he was certain of that it would not make their team popular if they did not win fair and square, perhaps even worse than if they lost. Instead, he let out a rally cry. He couldn't believe his luck when the noise made the other seeker hesitate long enough for the snitch to evade his grabbing fingers. The other dove out of the way when Harry charged right at him, and with that, the ending was set. A second later, the snitch was struggling in his grasp.
They had won… He didn't even need to hear the obviously surprised commentary to feel it through his whole body that they had won.
Congratulations.
The word was so sudden that it took Harry a moment to realise it had been spoken. Throughout the whole game, the link had been shut firmly as he'd requested to not be distracted. Now, happiness welled up in him when he realized that Marvolo was indeed here and watching. Harry brought the snitch to his chest, grinning wildly.
I did it…
His love made an affirmative noise, and pride filled him. No matter how much I dislike Quidditch, this was quite entertaining to watch. I must admit myself surprised though, that you survived with all bones intact.
Honestly? So am I, Harry laughed. But hey, can never be worse than when I blew myself and Dumbledore up.
Don't remind me. Now go celebrate with your team.
And indeed, his teammates were suddenly all around him. ''What was the end-score?'' Harry inquired.
''270-100 for us! This was an incredible victory! Bastards sadly managed to score one more time while Grast was holding his heart as you dived towards the ground. But hey, 170 in advance?'' Harry had to admit that it was much better than any of the previous performances of the team in the past century, but he could not help but be slightly disappointed that he had not reached his goal of 200. Still, he could not let his disappointment be made noticeable.
''Good work, all of you. The training obviously paid off. Good manoeuvres Eric, and Jenny: that Finbourgh Flick you pulled off was brilliant. You all did really well and obviously gave your best. And we won! Don't think that means I'll let you off easy from now on though… we're up next against the Spearheads, and they're a lot tougher.''
''Don't worry Captain! You can count on us!''
Relieved and tired, he descended on the field and got off his broom, receiving a pat on the shoulder from the referee. He looked at the spectators, wondering where Marvolo was… Surprisingly, he was not in the top box. Maybe he hadn't wanted to pull attention towards himself. Sirius was sitting there, with a giant lion on his head that he'd undoubtedly borrowed from Luna Lovegood somehow. Perhaps Marvolo had not wanted a spot in the top box specifically because Sirius was already there. They really did still harbor a great deal of animosity towards each other.
Where are you? He finally asked, but he did not receive a mental answer. Instead, the crowd suddenly seemed to leave him. Harry was confused for a moment as to why his team members were all bowing their heads in his direction, when he noticed Marvolo's presence behind him. Sneaky bastard
That's not very nice
I got a perfect course on how to not be nice while living with you
I am glad you have accepted my teachings
Then no complaining.
There's no winning for me is there? Marvolo answered, amused. His hand landed on Harry's shoulder as the teen turned around. ''Congratulations,'' he voiced his earlier thought.
''My Lord, it is an honour'' he said, bowing deeply while smirking inside. Their relationship was still not entirely public, as enemies might use it to attack Marvolo. The only thing everyone knew was that he was a high-ranked Death Eater.
Well, officially the Death Eaters had been disbanded since the government had become dark, only the mark and status of former Death Eaters remaining, but unofficially, they donned their masks more often than not. A small part of the Order was still out there, having somehow fled from the battle in London, or not participated in it. And then there were the teachers of Hogwarts… Only some of them were Order members, but those had all survived, and most of those who were not members still followed light ideals. The doors of Hogwarts remained closed to them. The main tasks of Death Eaters now was to find out more information about remaining members, hunt them down and expose of them if they did not want to listen.
The ground rose below them, and suddenly Harry was standing on a platform a few hundred feet in the air, beams of light illuminating him. He'd forgotten about that. It was a new feature in professional Quidditch games that the captain of the winning team would have to give a speech. ''Thank you all for coming,'' he spoke, ''Whether you came here to see us win or lose, I hope you enjoyed the game. I compliment the Javelins on their great defenses. Made it definitely challenging for us! Our next game will be soon, against the Salisbury Spearheads, so make sure you get your tickets in time!'' He held the snitch in the air for everyone to see and grinned at all the cheers that echoed through the stadium.
He felt himself being lowered to the ground again, and once there, received some more shoulder pats from his team-mates. Marvolo had disappeared again, but it made Harry's stomach do flip to know that he'd watched the game. Slowly they all walked back to the changing rooms. A tangible cheer filled the air even when everyone was silent. It was their first victory in a long, long time, and Harry had definitely proven himself as a team captain, despite all the critique and rumours. Today couldn't possibly get any better.
To his pleasant surprise, he was wrong in that assumption. He already saw the orange banner when he stepped through the gate of his home. It hung across the front door, at least ten yards of fabric from left to right, the black CC unmistakable. For some reason, he didn't think it was Marvolo who was behind it. And indeed, when he walked through the door, four other orange things jumped him. It were Ron, the twins and, surprisingly, Charlie. They were dressed completely in Chudley merchandise.
''Look Harry!'' one of the twins said enthusiastically. In his hand was a small, living version of Harry that reminded him of the miniature dragons he'd had to pull out of the bag during the Triwizard tournament. The purple orb that was embedded in the back of the figurine was unmistakably Weasley-technology. When he spoke out his thoughts about the dragons, Charlie smiled. ''That's what we got the idea from. I knew what magic they'd used to make such a lively, small copy of them. The only problem was that that only lasted a day. With their new innovation, it is replenished automatically by the owner.''
''I have to admit that I don't know whether seeing a mini-version of me is hilarious, flattering or plain creepy.'' Harry dryly said.
''Well to be honest,'' one of the Twins started,
''I'm surprised it didn't exist yet.''
''Boy-who-lived and such..''
''Thankfully people are over that crap since I showed that I'm Dark. I haven't seen that bloody title in the press for months.''
''So, what will you do the rest of the day?'' Charlie asked. ''Celebrating your victory?''
''Well, doing so the whole day will be pretty boring, probably. I suppose I'll try to see if Marvolo has a moment free in his busy schedule. It's been too long since I've seen him for more than a couple of minutes. Speaking through our minds is great, but still not the same as being together.''
''I get what you mean, I can practically hear what George is thinking,'' Fred spoke up, ''But being apart is stressful.''. His twin flashed a smile and threw an arm around Fred' shoulder.
''Don't worry Gred, I'll always be here to haunt you, even if I mysteriously disappear.''
''Still thankful that chances of you mysteriously disappearing lowered significantly now the war is mainly over''
''On the surface,'' Ron muttered, finally speaking up. He'd been having too much fun with tapping his wand on the Harry-figurine before, changing colours, hairstyles and clothing. The figurine more resembled a blue hedgehog now than Harry. ''It's not for nothing that I still have to spend days here, planning and trying to come up with ways to get into Hogwarts, or other enemy territories. The mainland hasn't stopped trying to infiltrate England either, and refugees are still streaming in. Did you know that the Italian government officially forbid magic? The surrounding countries are having a hard time getting everyone out of there, and several wizards have turned against their own kind for money and freedom, keeping the majority imprisoned and under control.''
''That's sickening,'' Harry said. ''I wasn't aware of it… Marvolo took me quitting the war and politics quite literally. He tries to keep any information from me unless I explicitly ask for it.''
''I have to ask… why did you in the first place? I thought you enjoyed the fighting.'' Ron said, giving back the figurine to the Twins, who looked at Ron's end-result with a mixture of horror and curiousity.
''I did on one hand, but also mostly because it was so necessary, and protect those I love. After years of dangerous monsters and wars, I wanted to make my own choice. At the start of it all, Marvolo gave me the choice to step out of the war. I chose otherwise, but I'm glad I finally got my peace now. I'm doing what I've dreamt of doing for so long, and I don't want my days to be filled with bloodshed anymore.''
''I understand,'' Charlie muttered, staring at the wall thoughtfully. ''I am glad I helped with the war, but now I just want to build up a community with the herd of dragons and explore my relationship with Xaphia…''
''How is it going between you two anyways?''
''Xaphia is… difficult. Well, he's a dragon, I couldn't really expect anything else. I'm taking things slow to not become overwhelmed. He does speak a lot better by the way, which greatly improves our communication. I think he'd like to visit you again too. You two haven't met since you were blown to bits at the Battle of France right?''
''I saw him at the battle of London as well, but very briefly, and we didn't speak.''
''Time to remedy that then. I wanted to show you how the herd is doing anyways. Do you have time soon?''
Harry thought about it. He had picked up his therapy sessions again with Narcissa, which was going better every time. She'd made a room free for it, which now was filled with abstract art that he'd drawn during sessions. She'd started with a type of half-hypnosis that he could break away from when he wanted. To not lose progress though, he had to visit at least two times a week, which did not leave much time for trips of several days. In addition, he needed to keep himself and his team in shape for upcoming matches, and he wanted to steal away as much of Marvolo's busy schedule as possible.
''Next week perhaps? But I can't come for more than a day, really. I also have to look at my fiancés agenda…''
''Speaking of your fiancé,'' Fred suddenly spoke, a devilish grin on his face, ''Have you already picked a wedding date?''
The teen hesitated. ''Well, no,'' he admitted. ''We have no idea when things will calm down. We both want some time for ourselves after, but that's not a real possibility currently. Perhaps in a few months… sorry,'' he added when seeing the Twin's crestfallen faces. ''I didn't realise you wanted me married so badly.''
''Well, we need to throw you a stag party!''
Harry was instantly on edge. ''Oh no. no, no, no. YOU guys are NOT going to organise any stag party for me. I might end up drunk and naked in a ditch somewhere. I just want to have a nice evening with friends the evening before my wedding.''
''Tsk, what do you think of us?'' George said, sounding slightly offended.
''You sound as if you expect us to hire strippers for you.''
''We do have more class than that.''
''We were more thinking of…''
''Firework shows!''
''Dancing Centaurs!''
''Broom acrobatics!''
''Broombatics!'' They yelled in unison, having apparently found a new word in their enlightened moment
''And good food,'' Ron ended, grinning. ''Don't worry Harry, I 'll keep them in check. I don't want my whole family to be murdered by the Dark Lord cause they organized an inappropriate party for you.
''Good, I trust you.''
''I'm hurt you don't trust us'' Fred smirked. George also opened his mouth to say something, when the doors opened and Marvolo strode in, a couple of people walking several paces behind him. All Weasleys instantly bowed, even Charlie, who technically was not a death eater and would never be. Harry just gave him a questioning look.
Are you free soon?
I should be soon. One short meeting, then my working day is over unless any emergencies occur. Don't worry about organizing anything though. I already booked a table and a hotel. Marvolo send through the link as he strode past
Wait, what? Harry thought, but the doors already closed behind him. ''Damn, I really hope I can marry him soon,'' the teen spoke out, a small smile on his lips.
''He hardly looked at you…'' Ron said, slightly confused.
''That may be true, but apparently I'm going to have a few very good days. This reminds me of when he took me out to a fancy dinner in Japan… or that time he took me to ancient magical Ruins in Brazil… It's been took long since we had a date with the two of us.''
''I probably don't want to know.'' Ron grimaced
''How is your love life going actually?'' Harry asked, curiously. The Twins also instantly had their ears near them.
Ron muttered something and sighed. ''I don't really have time to think about it? I mean, I like Hermione. I think I'm in love with her, but I have no opportunity to see her… I last saw her right before Christmas when we said goodbye and I kind of confessed and she slapped me because it was a bad moment, remember? I have no idea if I'll be able to see her before summer… I definitely can't go back to Hogwarts either…''
''What about Easter holidays?''
''I wrote a letter, but she thinks it's too dangerous. Muggleborn students are watched very closely by the staff, in order to 'protect' them. Her visiting known death eaters will certainly not sit well with them. Technically they're not allowed to do anything, but Hogwarts currently falls out of the law as it's run by enemies of the state. She doesn't want unwanted attention attracted to her. It's bad enough that Madam Pomfrey knows…''
''She won't tell,'' Harry assured his best friend.
''I hope not…''
''Anyways, let's move this to the living room!'' the twins shouted in unison. ''Really, why are the talking in the hallway?''
''Only until Marvolo is done with his meeting though…'' Harry warned as he was guided to his own living room, where all kind of orange food was stalled out over the dinner table, from pumpkin juice
to orange cookies and some orange, unidentifiable candies that he suspected came from the Weasley-store and which he would definitely not touch.
''Let's celebrate!''
The meeting took much longer than apparently anticipated. All Weasleys were quite thoroughly drunk, including Ron, who the Twins had kept feeding alcohol without him noticing despite Charlie's protests. Harry was feeling a bit lightheaded himself, but he refused to get drunk. He had never been drunk before, and he wanted the first time at least to be with Marvolo. He was thankful for all the house-eves cleaning up in between or else the room would have been gigantic mess.
The Twins were snuggled up on the couch, practically sleepy. Charlie was blabbering something about dragons to the wall, and Ron just looked dazed. Harry let himself fall back in his chair too and closed his eyes. It only seemed a minute, but when he opened his eyes once more, the room was empty, and a sharp nails were raking softly over the bare skin of his arms. ''Apologies for being late,'' his lover said, pulling Harry half on his lap. ''I hope you're still awake enough for dinner? I'm afraid my reservation for the restaurant has passed and they're closed now, but I'm sure we can find something else. Any particular wishes, my dear?''
Harry yawned and gave his love a light kiss. ''Not especially... although I think someone once told me about a street called Tomalley, near Diagon? Might have been the Twins. They said something about it being the deluxe nightlife street where all the Purebloods find their entertainment in expensive clubs and restaurants. I've never been there.''
Marvolo's face twitched. ''I don't think I'll take you there at this hour. In the early evening it indeed attracts attention for specialist restaurants and delicacies. This late however... other establishments are open. I don't care if the brothels are called different there and more richly decorated than in Knockturn, I'm still not stepping into them, and neither will you catch a glimpse of any naked body other than my own. ''
''Ah...'' Harry just replies intelligently. ''Well, I'm not really home in high cuisine, so I think it's best if you choose something. As long as it's not so luxurious that they only sell caviar and snails I don't mind anything, as long as it's with you.''
The man hummed and carded his hands through Harry's hair while he was thinking. Finally, he got up. ''I know one that will suit you tastes'' he spoke and helped Harry to his feet. ''But no more alcohol for you,'' he warned. ''Also, for where I'm thinking of going though, we need to have a bit more of a stylish attire than normal robes.'' He took out his wand and waved over Harry, changing the structure of the fabric and turning black in hues of green, blue and silver. For himself, he summoned a house-elf and ordered a particular robe, which turned out to be made from a heavy, shimmering green material. ''Much better. Let us leave.''
The apparition was even more horrible than usual, perhaps because of the alcohol, and Harry swore to himself to indeed not drink another drop. It was light were they arrived, although it looked like the sun would set soon. The view was absolutely stunning: they had arrived on a small stone platform, obviously man-made, on the side of an otherwise steep mountain. When looking to his right, Harry couldn't believe his eyes. There was a gigantic rock floating in midair.
''Quite fitting to celebrate a Quidditch victory, don't you think?'' his lover said, his lips forming a quick smirk before it was gone. On the rock, made of red stone and now being coloured by the rays of the setting sun, was an elaborate building with short, square towers and paintings or mosaics on the wall. There appeared to be no way to reach it. ''It is common for people to fly to it,'' Marvolo explained. ''It protects them from thieves. The whole area is surrounded by anti-apparition barriers, and there are some other wards around the whole island that will leave some quite painful marks. This is the only side from which entry is safe, and any people fleeing without paying can easily be spotted and caught.''
''Where are we anyways?'' Harry questioned. From the sun, he knew it had to be a couple o hours earlier, which would land them somewhere in America, but there were quite a few mountainous areas in both the northern and southern continent.
''The cradle and grave of a famous ancient civilisation: Peru.''
''Grave?'' Harry muttered. ''The Inca's you mean? Aren't there still descendants alive?'' Marvolo gave him a surprised look. ''What? I did have some schooling before Hogwarts too you know. One of my primary school teachers was obsessed with history. She told us all about the ancient Egyptian culture, about the Chinese empire, the Romans, the Greek, and also Inca's, Maya's, Aztecs, Native Americans etcetera. As far as I know, there are still Inca's alive to this day.''
''You're correct, but the Incan empire died nonetheless. Most Peruvian people , especially those living in cities, do not honour traditions anymore. You'll have to go to small villages to see those who only speak the Incan language and keep the Incan customs alive.''
A loud noise sounded behind them, and they stepped out of the way to let a couple through that had just arrived, on winged horses nonetheless. Their robes were elaborate, layered and colourful, and Harry wondered where they came from. The horses dived off the cliff, only to soar upwards to the entrance of the building, which was so gigantic that Harry had a hard time believing it was only a restaurant.''
''Oh no,'' Marvolo laughed. ''Not just that. No, the restaurant is only a small part of this building, which is literally called the Palace of Riches. It contains among others a spa, a botanical garden, expensive shops, a casino and a duelling arena where people can sign up to duel for money.''
''I bet Lucius would love this place.''
''I do believe he and his family are regulars here.''
''Well, then I finally discovered the secret behind his hair.''
Marvolo laughed and wrapped his arms around Harry. ''Shall we?''
A nod, and they were in the air, the wind blowing in his face as he clung to his lover, who effortlessly soared upwards to the island. ''It would have been more elegant in your dragon-form, I think!'' Harry shouted against the wind, completely forgetting Marvolo would probably also have heard him if he'd whispered, or even if he wouldn't have spoken it out at all.
''This was far more elegant for me,'' the man neutrally replied as they landed. A man approached them, and quick words in what Harry guessed was Spanish were exchanged. Marvolo gave a fancy golden card and a handful of sickles to the man. His love then guided him towards the entrance. ''Membership card,'' Marvolo explained. ''You don't get in here without them, and you can't just buy them anywhere. I have to admit that I got mine a long time ago through Abraxas, Lucius' father, who took me and some others here when we were young.''
''It seems an awful lot of trouble to get in,'' the teen admitted. ''It's impressive of course, but aren't they going a bit overboard with the exclusiveness?''
''Maybe, but it works very well for them.''
''Seeing as we're here, I suppose it does. Never though you would fall for marketing traps such as that.''
''I simply adore the food, and it's not as if I can't permit myself luxury.''
Luxury was not even a word great enough to describe what Harry felt when he walked in. He wondered why his fiancé had thought this to be the perfect place after Harry's description of 'not too luxurious,'' but here they were, walking in between pillars of crystal that held a heavily decorated ceiling. They went up a set of marble stairs, and walked to the left in an even more elaborate room. Exotic plants formed groups around magical waterfalls that streamed down the walls, and the chairs and tables were deep dark, polished wood. To Harry's horror, there were even tiny exotic birds flying everywhere, their feathers sprinkled with diamonds. Draco may have felt right at home here, but he certainly did not.
Don't worry love. I know the decoration is a bit... overwhelming. Just try to ignore the glitter and glamour, and concentrate on the calming sound of water. If you close your eyes and have the food they serve here in your mouth, there is not a better place in the world to be. Well, perhaps excluding Hogwarts. And our bedroom.''
They were guided towards a table by a creature that reminded Harry a bit of a house-elf, but from the clothes it was wearing, he knew it couldn't be one.
They're family of the house-elves, but rank a bit higher. They too, love to serve, but not without payment in the form of good food and accommodation. They're not bound by any magic to wizards either.
Interesting, Harry thought back, looking at the elves. Dobby would feel right at home here. An elaborately clothed woman whose robes shimmered golden, directed them to a table bowing before Marvolo. Apparently even in these high circles where money ruled everything, Marvolo generated respect. South-America had not mixed in the war much, but they did reap the benefits and were fighting their own Muggle governments now.
They fell back in silence until a waiter came and asked for their orders. Harry asked Marvolo to order for him, as he had never heard of most of the food on the card, and in general, he knew he could trust his lover's taste. After, he mostly stared out of the windows, trying to ignore the loud room.
XxX
Marvolo looked at his lover and frowned at the discomfort that waved off him. Apparently he had miscalculated. He'd expected Harry to be thrilled being here, but he just looked as if he'd rather disappear. The man had to admit that the whole place was very over-done, but wealth was something he'd gotten used to, being present at many balls and expensive locations through his years. He'd expected Harry to have done the same, but through all the press, political masquerades and even now his career as an uprising Quidditch star had done nothing to calm him when put in extravagant situations. He really should have known better.
He was glad when the food finally arrived, and his love seemed to enjoy that at least very much. Harry slowly relaxed as he dug into the appetizer, and more positive feelings were waving off the teen. Marvolo himself took it easier with eating and enjoyed the sounds and atmosphere. It was a lot louder and painfully bright than he could remember, he had to admit, but that might also be because he had not been here since creating his last Horcrux.
The night was falling now. The sky darkened, and he was waiting for the spectacular sight of the stars, all visible above this mountainous area. At midnight, the building put out all lights for a few minutes so customers could enjoy the view. He hoped it would make up for earlier. A sudden hand on his startled him, and he looked in Harry's eyes.
''I'm sorry,'' the boy said quickly. ''I'm enjoying it, really. It just always takes a while to get used to such places, you know that I never grew up around wealth and it just makes me feel.. I don't know.. out of place. Hogwarts is majestic but still sober in its own way, and our manor is also not coated in gold. Even at the Malfoys it's more a subtle richness they're showing off. Well, apart from the peacocks.''
''Maybe that Japanese restaurant where we'd been before would have been a better choice of venue…''
''No. I mean, yes that was great too, but as I said, it just took me a while to feel as if I don't stand out like a flobberworm.''
''You're far more gorgeous than a flobberworm could ever be'' Marvolo smiled.
''Erhm, thanks…Anyways, thank you for taking me out. It has been an incredibly long time since we were able to have some time together again... How are things going?''
Marvolo cast a quick silencing-spell around them. He'd rather not have everyone overhear his political plans. One never knew who could speak English. ''I thought you wished to keep out of politics?'' was the first thing he asked. He knew Harry was still curious, and was actually torn between getting news or not.''
''I wouldn't mind a brief update,'' Harry decided after thinking for a moment.
''Very well. Things have mostly stabilised in England, and magicians are spread throughout the country helping Muggle hospitals, police staff, science labs etcetera. This is helped by the large stream of magical immigrants. The only problem with receiving so many new people is housing, but we are building new communities for them, especially in Wales as there is still a lot of untouched land, and they can easily either floo or apparate to work. The religious groups are still a problem though, and there seem to be some Muggles forming anti-magic organisations as well. We're still in the building phase, and there are bound to be more difficulties...''
''And the Order?''
''Still at Hogwarts, having control of the youth. but a decree is going through right now that will make it mandatory for everyone to pull their children out of there. Emergency school have been set up instead.''
''Won't that be met with criticism though? Practically every adult witch or wizard in Britain has attended Hogwarts and wishes their children to be there too.''
''I know, but I cannot allow them to be taught by official state enemies. They are criminals in the eyes of the law, in my eyes. Something has to be done, and the only reason I haven't done anything about it before was breccias I knew the teachers there are far too Light to hurt the children. however, I don't want Light propaganda to be put in their minds. On another note, we're finally getting new curriculums at Muggle primary and secondary schools as well to teach them about magic. The werewolf schools are also emerging, led by Lupin. Overall, the education is hanging for the better.''
''Well, it's the foundation of acceptance after all.''
''Exactly. Also, you'll be glad to know that your mutt is doing fine. He's mainly trying to work together with the Muggle government and replacing ministers and officials one by one with magicians. Don't give me that look. Black stands behind the decision. He found many to be corrupt, having backwards ideas or being against many laws we have and want to implement in the whole society. It's also more practical to hire wizards for those positions. Meetings can be held quicker because there's no problem with travelling, work is done faster with magic, memories can be shared through Pensieves... All in all, it's more effective.''
''I'm surprised, when I had to deal with the Minister before, it all seemed to go so slow.''
''It depends on the one who is on the very top. With me and Black, things are speeding along quick, quicker than Fudge and many others ever managed, but we're not the first ones with a working system.'' He thought of Black. the infuriating man had gotten better over time, taking responsibility to build a good world for his godson. It was something Marvolo could definitely appreciated in the man, and he and Black could almost have decent conversations now, even more so when it involved other people and they had to pretend to like each other for the sake of the Muggle press.
It was nice to be able to finally speak to Harry about all this again. He described elaborately how he had hunted down a small team of Aurors who had turned on the new ministry, and he spoke about the way the new werewolf villages were thriving now werewolves were no longer legally oppressed. There had been no incidents during full moons and the people were slowly accepting them back in society. Harry on the other hand told him about several things the Weasleys were working for their personal shop instead of for the war (or post-war era now) and also told him enthusiastically about his new Quidditch team.
Marvolo sipped his wine, feeling the pleasant burn go down his throat as he looked at Harry's excited face as he spoke. The way his eyes sparkled made him realise all over again why he was going to marry this boy... or rather man. After everything Harry had been through, 'boy' sounded far too demeaning, despite the fact that Harry wasn't even sixteen yet. The thoughts of marriage were instantly picked up by Harry, and his lvoe fell silent. watching him intently. Thoughts of a conversation formed that he'd apparently had with the weasleys, about the date and time...
''Winter seems a good time'' Marvolo stated, placing his hand on Harry's cheek, delighted at the quick sparkle that appeared in those hauntingly green eyes.
''Only winter?'' Harry teased. ''I like the idea of walking through falling, colourful leaves as well.''
''Autumn? hmm... maybe. I won't reject the thought.''
''Is it even legal to marry before I'm of age?'' harry asked, concerned. Marvolo gave him an astonished look and laughed, throwing his head back.
''Love... I rule this country. what I want, I get. even if it wouldn't have been legal -which it is from sixteen already by the way- I'd make it legal. Do not worry. Autumn i is. Maybe early October, when the trees are not barren yet''
''I'd love that...''
''But you're right. The Twins will never be allowed to organise your bachelor party.''
Harry laughed, and nearly choked on it when a waiter came to them again to take their plates away and ask them for their dessert orders. Marvolo quickly cancelled the silencing spell -which would have been seen as very rude in here- and ordered, while drowning in the fuzzy feelings of Harry's mind. It had been a good decision to come here after all.
When they had finished, an were finally done telling each other all the updates they had missed out on of each other's lives, Marvolo took his love to the roof and waited until the lights got dimmed and they could see the stars perfectly. Apparently t was cold, because Harry kept shivering until Marvolo gave removed his cloak and draped it over his fiancé.
''It's beautiful,'' Harry muttered. ''I somehow forgot that the southern hemisphere has different stars.''
Marvolo only hummed, and wrapped his arms around the figure in front of him, hugging him tightly from behind. ''We'll have a great life,'' he whispered. ''I promise. This is only the beginning.''
One of the last untouched islands in Great Britain. That was how the residents of Privet Drive liked to think of their street. Their whole life had revolved around being as normal as possible, while disliking everyone who wasn't. An invasion of magic was not something any of them had looked forward to, least of all the occupants of number four. Vernon was seething again today as he saw the newspapers full of their news, and their lives. Petunia was standing next to him in the kitchen, her lips pressed harshly together as she cut some onions. Both of them hated the current situation with passion.
And to make it worse, not only was magic now supposedly good and accepted everywhere, it wasn't even the right side. The Dark Lord, who Petunia's sister –she didn't even dare think her name anymore- and her good-for-nothing husband had fought against, had won, making their deaths meaningless. Not that she cared very much about that, but she did care about that it also meant that the whole time the boy had been in their house had been meaningless as well. The little runt had run off and joined the side of the enemy. She'd always known he was a horrid brat.
But they would fight back… No-one was allowed to know that they actually had ties to someone of that kind, so Vernon and Petunia were proud and active members of the most elite anti-magic movement in the country. Vernon had used his many contacts to speak to one of the movements' founders, and they had not missed a single meeting since. They would never sit back and accept freaks to run their country. No, they would fight tooth and nail, and go down fighting if they had to, to protect their lives and their family.
Not that there was much left of their family. They did not know how it had happened, but one day, Dudley had just disappeared. Of course, they had their suspicions of him being abducted by wizards, but that did not explain why some of his belongings, such as clothes and his favourite toys, were also gone. To think that they had taken him away from school to keep him safely at home since magic was out in the open… But three weeks ago, he had not come home from visiting a friend. After tracking down that friend, he'd apparently never even arrived for the sleepover.
It made their resolution to fight against magic so much stronger. Those freaks had taken everything they held dear, and they'd make them all pay, first and foremost Potter himself. Yes, they were sure of that everything would work out in the end if they just struggled hard and long enough. Vernon was currently polishing the shiny golden badge, the sign of their secret organisation. He looked at it with approval and pinned it to his chest. ''Brilliant,'' he hummed. ''Absolutely brilliant that we are here right in front of their noses and they're too stupid to see-''
He broke off and stared into the distance. ''We should hold another meeting soon… In this morning's newspaper there was again news of a politician being replaced by a witch. If this continues, we'll have a whole parliament full of magicians…'' Petunia silently agreed. It was alarming, the rate their small world was changing, shifting into something demonic. The only thing she was afraid of was that their joining the opposition would expose their secret in the end.
She thought of her Duddykins, and what might have happened to him. The police had done nothing, of course… perhaps they were also already being controlled… It wouldn't surprise her, nowhere was safe anymore.
Duddykins however, was somewhere completely different than his parents expected, and they would cry out in horror if they knew what he'd done. Dudley had always been the leader, or at least a part of the strong group. It did not sit well with him that there was something that he should fear. His parent's attitude made him angry. Had Harry not been the proof of that magic was nothing to be afraid of? Sure, his cousin had done some frightening things, and he also still remembered that pig's tail he'd gotten well enough, but for the main part of his life he'd spent beating Harry up, who had not been able to do anything to defend himself. So why should he cower in the sight of magicians?
Not that he thought that he should beat anyone up anymore… he was 16 now, nearly 17 even, and he'd learned a great deal away from the smothering arms of his parents. You couldn't just beat your way through the world, and could make powerful enemies like that. The whole anti-magic resistance had been the last drop for him. They'd only get themselves in trouble. Dudley had left to do what he did best: search powerful allies. And if being on top meant that he had to ally himself with wizards, so be it. And he knew exactly where to start.
It was time to visit his cousin again. And for the first time in his life, it would not be Harry who would have to bow down to him. Dudley had learnt his lesson, so if he had to grovel, so be it. He got to his feet and started to pace back and forth. Ten more minutes until his appointment… It had taken him weeks to actually get a contact in the Wizarding world, although he had to admit that it had been easier from home than it would have been from school. His parents did not really surprise him, as long as he was in the neighbourhood. He had not had any problem sending out letters to any wizarding address he could lay his hands on. That his parents joined a rebellion and needed to keep track of their enemies, getting addresses was easy.
It was actually getting back positive replies that had taken so long. Most wizards and witches were extremely busy trying to build up a new side of the country, a side Dudley had to admit he liked. Life was so much easier with magic… He was envious of his cousin, who, according to the papers, was a magical hero in the Wizarding world. But finally he'd had luck: A magical family who apparently lived quite close to him and knew him from face, wanted to hear more about what he had to say. They'd invited him to stay with them, away from his Muggle parents, so see a side of the world that had been hidden from his view for all those years.
It had opened his eyes even further. Finally he understood what magic was about, understood that it was not an abnormality of nature, but a greater purpose. He cursed himself for having been so blind, so spoiled, so dependent of his parents. No more than a year ago had he been an outright bully with no better thing to do in the world than beat up those weaker than him… Now he knew how it was to feel powerless, to be powerless, but those who had power had not rejected him or put him down. Instead, they'd taught him what they could in the past two weeks, of the current situation, the changes about to happen…
He'd come in contact with many more witches and wizards since that initial meeting, but the one he really wanted to reach was too high up now to come close to. If only he hadn't taken his parent's example and treated Harry like shit. If only he'd been a better person… If only, if only. But that would not help him now.
However, four days ago he'd finally gotten good news. A Wizard friend of his had a friend who had family in the Dark Lord's high ranks, and occasionally spoke to Harry himself. He'd spent most of those last days hunting down that lead, and finally, he'd been assured that his letter to Harry had been delivered. And now here he was, waiting. Had his cousin even read it? Would Harry come if he had?
''I have to admit that I suspected this to be a trap'' a voice sounded from behind him. Dudley looked up and saw to his shock Harry appear as if out of thin air, his head first, then his upper body and arms and finally the rest of him. A mysterious silvery fabric rested in Harry's arms. ''And I'm still not entirely sure, but you seem to be alone… What do you want Dudley? I can't say that I much looked forward to any family reunions.''
Understandable, Harry looked at him with suspicion, and Dudley prepared to rattle off his well-prepared speech, but noticed he'd forgotten most of it. He really should not have kept peeking at his paper while practicing…Instead, he just stood there, wringing his hands, not knowing what to say anymore. A wheezing sound came out of his mouth when his cousin seemed to get irritated. 'Dudley, I'm not in the mood for any of your games! If you don't have something to say, then leave. It's taken me a lot of time to get everything I went through at your house out of my head, and I'd rather it stayed out of it. I-''
''I'm sorry,'' Dudley whispered. ''For what it's worth.''
Harry, who looked like he was about to start a tirade, halted and blinked owlishly. 'You're what?''
'' my parents, for me… I know you had it crap at our place. I can't even begin to imagine how much. I mean, for me you were an easy prey for bullying, but I know dad used to take all his anger out on you and… well, I can't really speak for them, I didn't come here on their behalf, obviously. They'd rather see me dead than with you I think…''
''Wait, Dudley, stop. You're rattling nonsense. Start at the start. Why are you here?''
''I couldn't stand it anymore at home. Mum and dad have always been so terrified of magic, and tried to raise me like that as well. Have to admit that getting a pig's tail didn't help much in opening up to it… But it's all in the papers and I know it's stupid to fight against something like that. I gained new friends Harry, magical folks, and they're brilliant. They have this idea of a great new world, and I can absolutely see it. It's already happening everywhere after all… I want to be a part of it Harry. I don't want to be locked up in my house anymore, shuddering in a corner with my parents about the end of the world.''
''I have to admit… that's a whole new level of insight that I never expected from you.'' He made a sign with his hand and suddenly several other people appeared, who Dudley had not noticed before. ''What?'' Harry asked. ''You really didn't expect me to actually meet you alone right? From past experiences I know you usually come with a group of hidden friends to beat me up.'' His voice was harsh. ''I just wanted to take precautions. Not that you would be able to do much to me now…'' he twirled his wand in between his fingers.
Dudley still didn't know how he actually got around to that rule of not being allowed to use magic outside of school. Maybe that he was of such high rank and was in the Dark Lord's graces had something to do with it. Maybe those laws had been abolished as well along with all other things that were changing rapidly. He looked at the other people who had appeared. One was a rather attractive woman in her twenties, with dirty blonde hair and sharp looking knives at her belt. He wondered if she was just here for show and if she even knew how to use those. Then there were two men, both of the same height, but their faces were hidden behind the skeleton masks he'd seen in the newspapers. Harry really had Death Eater bodyguards?
''Well, seems we weren't very necessary after all,'' the woman spoke, sounding disappointed. ''Do you mind if I leave? Your summoning may go quickly, but I'm an hour drive away from where you called me from, and I really do need to finish my job there today.''
''I'm sorry. I totally forgot about that,'' Harry groaned. ''Just thought you were the best choice for protection. It honestly slipped my mind that you went back to having your usual jobs as well.''
''It did wonders for my career to be able to put my job for the Dark Lord and being your bodyguard on my CV. I must be the most popular muggle assassin in the country currently. Among certain circles, of course.'' She really sounded pleased with herself, and Dudley reluctantly admitted to himself that from what he heard, she definitely did know how to use those weapons. It did lift his mood that he wouldn't be the first muggle going to Harry.
''Just remember that I'll need you next week. I usually don't deal with politics as you know, but members of the Italian Muggle government will visit… Marvolo wants me to keep out of it, but I can't leave him on his own in this. They're the most aggressive country towards magical people. They might attempt a kidnapping or worse.''
''And you really think it's good to give them the leverage of you being there as a potential target?'' the woman asked dubiously.''
''That's why I'll have you,'' Harry grinned.''
''Yeah, brilliant plan,'' ''What could ever go wrong?'' Dudley was confused for a moment as one voice seemed to come from two people. Siblings?
''Shut it. Now, we really have to return. Shay, really sorry about dumping you out here… The Twins could try to apparate you?''
''Would be appreciated, and unless there's a crazy murderer lurking in that Hortensia bush, I think you can handle yourself for a minute until they're back.''
''Such trust,'' his cousin said, rolling his eyes. ''I did survive enough raids and battles to not be caught off guard for a few seconds.''
''As I said, I'll give you a minute at least.'' The two man each grabbed one of her arms and they disappeared in a smoky cloud
''Well, alone at last…'' Harry said, giving him a calculating look.
''You look like you've found a few good friends,'' Dudley spoke, trying to strike up normal conversation. It backfired.
''Yeah, it was a lot easier without anyone trying to actively prevent me from ever making any.''
''Look, Harry, I said I was sorry… I'm different now.''
His cousin sighed. ''I realise that, but I've hardly seen you since then, and during the summer holidays you were also never exactly… nice.'' They stared at each other in silence for a while, Dudley not
knowing what to say further. He was relieved when Harry spoke up. ''I'm willing to give you a chance Dudley. It's not your fault your parents raised you like they did.
''Thank you!''
''Make no mistake though, I'll keep a close eye on you. We'll also have to find a place for you to stay I suppose, because I don't think the Dark Lord will be as reasonable as I am. He's quite… protective of me, and knows how I was treated when I was younger.''
''I'm currently staying with friends, and I got a load of money that I saved up.''
''You actually saved?'' Harry asked with curiousity.
''Well, not on purpose I have to say.. It's just that I constantly got money from my parents but I never had to buy anything with it because whenever I wanted something they bought it for me. So, I can afford my own place.'' He only realised that he'd spoken without thinking when he saw Harry's angry glow. Of course, his cousin had never received anything from his parents but second-hand, broken things. When he looked at it objectively –which was admittedly a hard task- his comments might not have been the best ones he could have chosen.
Finally Harry broke the painful silence. ''Sadly I don't think that will be good. No Muggle place can have floo connection or any other means of quickly reaching you. I'll ask around my friends to see if there's anyone who can take you in. Malfoy manor maybe… Somehow I think you'll get along wonderfully with Draco.'' Dudley didn't know what to think of Harry' wry grin.
Suddenly, his cousin looked as if in pain. He ducked his head and grimaced, putting a hand against his scar. In the minute that followed, his facial expressions changed abruptly and comically a few times, before he sighed and muttered: ''Well, secret is out I guess.'' At that moment, the two men who had brought the woman away appeared again, threw one look at Harry and said:
''We'll be demoted, won't we?''
''Don't worry about it… he's only flipping out over me. You were just there to protect me and followed my orders. He might crucio you for not telling him instantly though so maybe best to stay away for a week or so after all.''
''Good idea,'' ''Time for the Bahamas.''
''Dudley, sorry but I'll have to go soon. I just want to ask you to tell me what exactly you want from me. From your talk I gathered that you found out that it's better to be on the magical side, good, but what can I do for you?''
''I… well…'' Dudley stammered. Honestly he hadn't thought that far in advance. What did he want? To live in a magical community under protection and luxury of those who had magic, he supposed. Somehow it seemed the wrong thing to say out loud. ''I want to… help somehow?'' he half asked. ''To get magic and normal stuff to work together well?''
''No offense, but for any governing and management jobs, we all know that you're not the fastest broom in the pitch. Don't you still need to finish your schooling?''
''Well yeah, I suppose, but my parents took me out of school because they thought there was too much of a bad influence on schools now from the new government.''
''I could try to enroll you again for next year without needing your parents' permission, but until then I have no idea what you could do other than hang around. I'm not a job-centre and you aren't even old enough to go to college.''
''I know that…''
''Listen, I'll give you a place to stay where you have people around who can teach you more about wizard society, so you can be of use in teaching it to other kids when you go back to school. Would that help?''
''Well, yeah I suppose…''
''Good. You have any additional info or things you want to tell me?'' Dudley thought about his parents, about the anti-magic organisations. If he went back he could probably spy on them, find out more… but they were his parents.
''No,'' he answered softly. ''No, that's all really.''
Harry got some paper and a pen out. For some reason, one of the two men made a surprised noise. Harry's comment of 'You didn't think I'd risk spilling ink all over my clothes' was not much more logical. ''Write down your address. I'll send you a letter when I have better accommodation than where you're staying now. I can't really do more for you.''
Even half an hour later, Dudley still stood staring at the spot where his cousin had disapparated, wondering what he had expected.
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