oooOOOoooOOOooo Chapter 36
The next few weeks passed quickly. Harry was still on his guard against the Ministry but he was starting to relax at school. Harry had taken to flying inside his trunk in the mornings, taking the talk of his friends and family seriously. Maybe he could play professional quidditch in France.
The morning spring break began officially, Harry decided to go for a fly outside. He found Moody waiting with a cup of tea and Madame Rosmerta at just 15 minutes after 6 in the morning.
"Where are you off to?" asked Moody in a deep, sexy morning growl. Rosmerta smirked and looked at her beau. He winked at her in return.
"I thought I'd go outside and fly today," said Harry. He felt restless and nervous.
Moody and Rosmerta exchanged a look and smirked at one another. They both knew this boy was getting married on Sunday. It was Friday. As soon as classes ended for the day, he'd be free to go home for two amazing weeks for Spring Break. Harry, Hermione, and Gabrielle would be married on Easter this year. School would resume on May 1 and the blasted tournament would end on June 4, 1995. Harry couldn't wait for this all to end.
"Alright. Let me get my jacket on," said Moody. It might be April but it was still chilly out in the Scottish mornings.
Moody and Rosmerta walked with Harry, holding hands as they approached the Quidditch Pitch. Someone else was already there.
Viktor Krum, his coach, and two representatives from the league were chatting near the center of the pitch. They looked up at Harry's group as they approached.
"I hope I'm not intruding. I wanted to practice a bit this morning," said Harry. Viktor looked interested. His coach looked somewhat hostile.
"We cannot stop you but we hope you will try to stay out of the way," said Viktor's coach somewhat derisively.
"I promise," said Harry, simply. Viktor's coach snorted but waved Harry on. Moody and Rosmerta settled themselves in the stands and watched as Harry flew a few quick laps and then started practicing his tricks.
Harry wanted to get the nervous energy out of his system. He looped, whirled, and dived. He touched the bottom of the clouds and dropped down to kick grass off the pitch. Harry went a bit mad and weaved in and out of the stilts holding up the seating for the spectators.
He was downright reckless as he spiraled around the goal posts and looped in and out of the quidditch hoops. Harry felt free from his anxiety for the first time in days. He decided to do the whole routine twice more, faster each time. He let out a whoop of joy and swooped down to get his practice snitch. He was done warming up and was ready to start practicing for real.
He flew down to Moody who just shook his head at the lad. "You're insane," said the ex-auror, flatly.
Harry grinned the same mischievous smile that his baby boys had inherited from him. "I'm just getting started."
"You're good enough to go pro," said Viktor, flying up next to Harry. His coach and the league representatives flew up to Harry quickly.
"That was fantastic!" said the female league representative.
"You should fly for England," said the male league representative.
Harry scowled. "Not on your life," said the boy.
The league representatives blinked at that. They'd never had a new recruit tell them no before.
"Where would you want to play for?" asked Viktor's coach, curiously.
Harry let his face relax a bit. "I'd fly for France," said Harry.
"We can arrange that," said the female representative quickly. "You'll want to fly for the Corbeaux. They're the best team in the league."
Harry shook his head. "I've never heard of them."
"They've never heard of you either, not yet at least. I'll make sure to correct that," said Viktor's coach. He had valuable friends in France who paid a nice finder's fee for exceptional new talent.
Harry looked unsure.
"We do not jest, Lord Potter," said Viktor, respectfully. "You have much talent. I would love to sponsor you in the league, to see that talent cultivated into true skill."
Harry started to look a little hopeful. "You really think I could go pro?"
"Definitely," said everyone at the same time. Harry laughed.
"Then, I'd be glad for any introductions you may be able to provide," said a grinning Harry. He couldn't wait to tell Gabrielle and Hermione about this!
"Come, let us fly. We will seek my snitch together," said Viktor, pulling out the professional grade snitch. He set it free and took to the air. Harry grinned and followed him.
Two hours of hard flying later and Viktor and Harry were tied two for two on catching the snitch. Harry hadn't had such a good game of quidditch ever. He made sure to say so.
"I've never had such a great game, Viktor. Thanks for playing with me. In four years of flying, I've never had such good competition.
Viktor's coach's mouth fell open. "You've only been flying for four years?"
"Well, I guess it hasn't been four years yet. Not until the end of this year," said Harry, chagrined.
Viktor laughed brightly. "I have not had such an enjoyable game in many years myself. Let us plan to practice together again," said Viktor.
Harry grinned and agreed. He carried his broom over his shoulder towards the school. Moody followed him. Madame Rosmerta had to get back to The Three Broomsticks and get ready to open for lunch.
Harry hurried to get a shower and get ready for the day. He was in high spirits as he packed his bags for France.
Harry went down to meet Bill, Fleur, Moody, and Kingsley. They would walk to the Great Hall together, eat breakfast, attend Harry's only class for the day, and head out for France.
They took their seats in the Great Hall and settled in for breakfast. It was an enjoyable meal with so few enemies in the hall. Unfortunately, there weren't no enemies left.
"Potter, come with me," said Snape as he stood over the boy.
"What for?" asked a belligerent Moody.
Snape gave the man a look of derision and took a minute step back. "This is a school disciplinary issue. It is no concern of yours," said Snape, snidely.
Harry glanced up at the head table. Both Dumbledore and McGonagall were gone.
"I'll go find Professor McGonagall," said Bill, standing with Fleur at his back.
"That won't be necessary. Potter cheated on an assignment. He'll be spending the entire break cleaning the potions laboratory with a spoon," said the man, maliciously.
"I did no such thing," said Harry.
Snape looked at him like he was shite. "You made an O on your last assignment. Without Miss Granger here to help you, I know you cheated. You're incompetent and incapable of doing well in my class."
"I didn't cheat," said Harry, angrily.
"That'll be 20 points for cheek. Stand up. Now," said Snape.
"What's this?" asked McGonagall, returning with Bill and Fleur who had ignored Snape's warning not to get her.
"None of your concern. This is a matter of classroom discipline," said Snape with superiority in his gaze.
"I am the final arbiter of classroom discipline. Tell me now," spat McGonagall.
"Potter cheated on an assignment. He will have detention for the entire break," said Snape.
"Let me see this assignment," growled McGonagall.
Snape just stared at her.
"Now, Severus," said the woman, her voice an angry hiss.
Snape removed the scroll of written work and a vial of potion. He tried to hand them to McGonagall but dropped them accidentally on purpose. The vial of potion broke, quickly eating away at the parchment lying on the floor.
"Oops," said Snape, smugly.
"No matter," said Harry with glittering, angry eyes. "That was merely the final draft. I have the entire assignment in my bag." Harry reached in his bag and pulled the scroll out, handing the almost perfect document out and handing it to her.
"Just more proof that he cheated," said Snape, angrily.
"We'll see about that. I'll grade this myself," she said, giving Severus a look.
"He still does not have a potion to turn in with his work. That will be a zero on this assignment and a five meter essay on the process for completing the potion," said Snape. "Due by Monday," said the man.
"No," said McGonagall, in an icy tone. She turned to Harry. "You can remake the potion today. I'll oversee it personally. We'll have Poppy grade the assignment."
"That would be unacceptable. Poppy is not a potions master," said Snape. "This unfair special treatment cannot continue."
"You're right, this unfair treatment will not continue," said McGonagall with a firm look over her glasses.
Snape gave Harry a look of hate and spun on his heel, stomping away. McGonagall watched him go. She turned back to Harry.
"Come along, Mr. Potter. Let's see this done before your DADA class. I don't wand to keep you from the festivities this weekend," said the smiling woman.
"You're going to be able to make it to the wedding?" asked Harry.
"I wouldn't miss it," said the professor. She looked at Harry like he was a precious baby. Harry blushed and nodded.
"Good," was all he said.
The group stood up and followed Harry to the hospital wing. McGonagall set him up with what he needed to make a vat of agrimony acid.
Harry sighed at having to do his work over again. He started the work and concentrated perfectly without Snape breathing down his neck. The time spent learning focus and attention for the Trois Amants Purifier ritual came in handy in several other places, too.
After an hour, McGonagall was finished grading his essay and Madam Pomfrey had graded his completed potion. Harry took the praise and O+ with a skip in his step and a flush to his ears.
Moody slapped the boy's back and congratulated him. "Nicely done. Now let's finish this last class and get you back home."
Harry couldn't agree more. The group, minus Fleur and Bill who went to take care of Fleur's own classes, went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
They went inside to find Marcum Li waiting for them. The auror temporarily assigned to teach this class was a fun professor who focused on the practical. This was something Harry appreciated.
There was a dueling platform in class today. Harry watched interestedly as he took his seat.
Professor Li started to speak. "Today, we'll test your dueling skills against one another. Only fourth year and below spells will be allowed. Everyone will get their turn but who would like to volunteer to go first?"
Harry usually sat back and waited to be called on but he thought this would be fun. He had some nervous energy to expel. He raised his hand.
"Excellent, Mr. Potter. Who volunteers as his opponent?" asked the professor. Draco gave Harry a look of hate and raised his hand.
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, please come up to the dueling platform," said the professor.
"Watch your back, kid," said Moody. He stared hard at Draco. Draco flushed a bit but got a crafty look on his face.
Harry looked determined and went up to the platform.
Draco gave him a look of superiority and took position. Harry looked at the professor.
"Alright, we'll follow proper protocol for this duel. Bow, get in position, and wait for the countdown," said Professor Li.
Harry got in place and bowed slightly. Draco didn't wait. He sent an overpowered bowel movement curse at Harry. Harry spun easily out of the way and returned with an expelliarmus.
"That wasn't the way to properly begin," said Professor Li. The boys weren't listening. Draco sent a diffindo at Harry's head, intending to cut it in half. Harry dropped and rolled on the floor, popping up quickly to cast a stunner at Draco.
Draco barely dodged out of the way. He returned fire with a burst of white-hot fire. Harry's arm hair was singed as he threw up a shield. Draco growled and let a spell fly on instinct, the same spell he had cast in second year. Serpensortia.
A shining iridescent baby opalescent viper tooth slipped out of the wand. Despite its young age, it was over two meters long. It hissed and shot towards Harry.
"Don't move!" said Harry. The snake paused. Draco took advantage and shot a borderline illegal spell that would have peeled Harry's skin off his bones if it wasn't for the summoning charm Harry cast on Draco's bookbag. The fancy dragonhide leather knapsack was torn to immediately shreds.
"STOP!" boomed Professor Li. Moody didn't wait. He cast a body bind spell on Draco. The boy rocked on his heels and fell backwards, smashing his head against the dueling platform.
Harry's heart was thundering as the snake moved towards him once more. "Are you alright?" Harry hissed at the snake.
"Are you my father? My mother told me the father of our race was a human. I am just a baby and I'm scared," said the beautiful snake.
"Er, I don't think so, but I'll help you. Come here," said Harry. He held his arm out. The snake climbed up and curled itself around Harry's bicep.
"Potter, drop the snake! It's venomous!" said Professor Li urgently.
"It's a baby and it's scared," said Harry.
"He's a freak! He performed dark magic to make that snake appear," shouted Pansy Parkinson as she rushed to Draco, whose blonde hair was matting with blood from the wound on his head.
"He did no such thing. Malfoy conjured that snake. He is the one who performed dark arts!" spat Moody.
"That's not what I saw," said Theodore Nott.
"It is what I saw," said Professor Li with finality. "No points for today, Mr. Malfoy, for using spells beyond what was allowed. Mr. Potter, can you take that snake outside? I understand it's a baby but I have a fear of snakes. Full marks for good showmanship."
The Slytherins grumbled. Harry rolled his eyes and exited the classroom with Moody and Kingsley at his back.
"Where will you take it?" asked Moody.
Harry sighed and looked at the snake. "Where do you want to go? I can take you the Forbidden Forest," said the teen.
"I want to stay with you, father," said the snake. It curled a bit uncomfortably tight around Harry's bicep. Harry groaned.
"It wants to stay with me," said Harry.
Moody snorted and shook his head at the insanity of the boy who would probably let the snake stay.
"You're going to keep it?" asked Kingsley who was admiring the gorgeous snake. It practically glittered with rainbow light.
"I guess," said Harry, reluctantly.
"Then you'll need an enclosure. Let's get our people and take a quick trip to Hogsmeade before we leave for France," said Kingsley.
Harry agreed. They went to get Bill and Fleur from the library before they all went to Hogsmeade.
Harry found more trouble there.
They went to the Magical Menagerie to pick up supplies for Harry's new pet. The shopkeep was impressed with the snake and offered to buy it for a good price but Harry couldn't sell it. The shopkeep wanted the baby snake for potions ingredients. Harry couldn't bear to let the innocent little viper be killed for something he hated.
They got everything they needed for the snake and stepped out into the street.
"There he is. Get him," said an auror Harry didn't know.
"What's this about?" demanded Bill.
"He attacked a student at the school with dark magic. We have six witnesses. He'll be taken straight to Azkaban," said the auror with malicious glee.
Harry looked at them with a stone cold face. "I did no such thing."
"You have the snake with you right now. I can see it. Parseltongue is listed as a dark art. You'll be immediately arrested. Now, will you come quietly or will you need to be taken by force," said the auror.
Harry looked at his friends. They were all thinking the same thing. Portkey to France.
Harry didn't say a word. He just touched his bracelet and disappeared.
Harry popped into the courtyard before his house in France. Bill, Fleur, and Moody quickly arrived. Kingsley took a few moments to appear. Harry was starting to get worried when the man appeared. He was bleeding profusely from a deep burn on his arm. Kingsley cried out.
Harry screamed. "No!" he reached forward and tried to heal the wound. Nothing happened.
Harry's security team, including Tonks, ran over. Harry panicked. Kingsley looked extremely pale. His arm was bleeding more profusely by the moment.
Harry couldn't bear to see the man die. The elder wand appeared in his hand. Harry cast the spell to bind Kingsley to himself as a vassal. He wished with all his heart that Kingsley would be able to live an abundant life with his beloved. To create a family together. He wished that Markus was here right now to help stabilize his love.
With a sudden pop, Markus appeared. Kingsley cried out and writhed on the ground.
"Lee!" shouted Markus as he dove towards his love. The moment the two men touched, they were swallowed by magical light. They both screamed. Harry's shout of fear followed their own.
When everyone was done blinking the brilliant light out of their eyes, they saw Kingsley was fully healed with a new tattoo over his freshly healed bicep.
Kingsley sat up woozily as Markus hurried to help him.
One of Harry's security team arrived with a healer. They rushed over to Kingsley.
Harry felt sick with worry about what he might have done to Kingsley. He had healed the man for certain but what else did he do?
The healer looked up in awe. "They're bonded," said the healer.
"What do you mean?" asked Markus, shaking his head.
"I mean, they're magically bonded, on a soul and magic deep level. They are considered married in the eyes of magic and the law," said the auror.
"That's not legal in the United Kingdom," said a shocked Kingsley.
"That's preposterous," said Security Specialist Wentz. "Why would you not be legally married in the UK?"
"Because they're bigots against many people, including homosexual couples," said Markus. Hope bloomed in his heart. Markus was afraid Kingsley would leave him behind when he left for Francee. Now, if they were truly bonded, Markus would be granted citizenship right alongside Kingsley, whose application for a permanent citizenship card was being expedited by Jean Claude.
Wentz scoffed. "What ridiculousness," said the man.
No one could disagree with that. Markus had another secret gift from Harry. The man who was born a hermaphrodite was carrying a child. It would be a dream literally come true for the happy couple.
"They won't be able to do a damn thing about it now," said a grinning Moody. He knew how much Kingsley and Markus wanted to be married to one another. Thanks to Harry, no one could stop them now.
Harry was so sick feeling about it all. He literally threw up right there in the grass.
"I'm sorry," he choked out.
Kingsley shook his head at the kid who couldn't help but do good. He was practically a damn djinn. He granted miraculous wishes to people with his accidental magic.
"Let's get everyone inside," said Wentz. The healer cleaned Harry up and gave him a stomach soothing lozenge.
Harry hung his head and followed everyone inside his home.
"Harry!" cried Emma as she saw Harry enter the house. "You're early." She saw Harry's sad look and the happy or disbelieving looks on his companions. "What happened?"
"Oh, mum. I messed up again!" cried Harry. He ran to her and let her take him in her arms. She looked at everyone in concern.
"He did another miracle," said Moody sarcastically.
"Let me check everyone over," said the healer. He started with Harry, who was fine and ended with Markus, who had a joyful surprise.
"You're pregnant," said the shocked healer.
"What?" asked Markus. "That's not physically possible."
"You're a hermaphrodite. It's very possible, even if it's completely improbable," said the healer. They checked their results for the third time. He looked at Kingsley. "You're the other father."
Markus and Kingsley laughed and kissed one another passionately. Harry buried his head in his hands.
Hermione and Gabrielle arrived in the entryway. They heard the commotion and followed it down from the library.
"Harry!" they cried together, rushing at the boy. Harry let himself be caught by both girls. He let out a shaking breath as they held him.
Hermione pulled back and looked at Harry. "What's wrong?"
Markus laughed. "Nothing! He just made all my dreams come true!" said the grinning man.
Hermione looked at Harry sorrowfully. "I missed up. Again," said Harry.
"He saved my life," said Kingsley. Hermione momentarily studied the man's exposed bicep with Harry's vassal mark on it. Hermione hugged Harry more tightly. She understood why he was upset.
"He made us a family," said Markus, contentedly. He would move his magical optometry clinic to Paris, as soon as possible.
"Please, choose a house. You're already getting 80,000G per year as your pay. What else can I give you?" asked Harry, desperate to make it up to them.
"The right to name you as godfather of our child," said Markus with a gentle smile.
Harry looked awed at the suggestion. "You would do that?"
"If you'll agree, we insist," said Kingsley.
"I don't know what to say," said Harry.
"Say yes, mon amour," said Gabrielle. She was looking at Harry like he was the second coming. He flushed in embarrassment and nodded his head. Everyone cheered.
Harry was ushered into the sitting room and soon enough, his own boys were brought down.
"Dadadada!" cried the boys when they saw Harry. The little almost eight month old boys had started to scoot along on the floor on their bums. They scooted fast and sure towards Harry. Harry laughed and scooped them both up, holding them above his head and zooming them around. The boys giggled so hard, Harry had to put them down or he'd drop them.
"Finally, you're home," said Hermione.
The rest of the evening was a parade of happy family members spending time with Harry while he clung to Hermione, Gabrielle, Julius, and Jameson.
It was a fun day for them all. The next day was much more hectic, as it was the day before their weddings. Harry was the only person who was relaxing. He spent the whole day playing with his lads while everyone else worked on the surprise ceremonies. Harry felt like a bit of a heel because he wasn't helping but he couldn't resent the time spent alone with his children.
The night spent alone with his ladies was something he would never forget. They made love until the stars faded from the sky. Harry woke at 9am, when the sun was fully in the sky. His girls were already gone from bed.
Harry got himself ready and went downstairs.
Only Sirius, Moody, Rosmerta, Bill, Fleur, Remus, and Tonks were in the room. Everyone looked at Harry and laughed. He looked around himself, confused.
"What?" he asked.
"Today's the big day, eh, chap? I hope you remembered the rings," said Bill, teasing the boy who was instantly nervous.
"Oh gods! I forgot the rings! Dobby?" Harry called. The little elf appeared in the room. Tweak was right behind him.
"Yes, Mr. Harry?" asked the elf.
"I forgot the wedding rings in my travel trunk!" said Harry.
Dobby grinned and held the rings out. "Dobby be bringing them for you, sir."
Harry grabbed Dobby up and hugged him. Dobby giggled. He handed over the ring box. Harry opened it and checked to make sure the last ring in the matching set was there. He sighed in relief when he saw they were.
"Dobby would like to be asking Harry Potter, sir, if he is ready to bind Tweak? She is ready to bond with Dobby, if Mr. Harry agrees," said the elf, deferentially.
"Sure," said Harry. He looked at Tweak. She hurried to come stand before him. Harry put a hand on her head and pushed with his magic. She giggled and her ears sparkled. Harry felt the sense of connection, which he associated with being family, so that's exactly the bond that was created. Tweak was Harry's family.
"Thank you, Master," said the little elf, with happy tears in her eyes.
"None of that. We're family. Call me Harry or Mr. Harry if you must. I'm no one's master," said Harry.
Tweak easily agreed.
"May we bond, sir?" asked an eager Dobby.
"Go for it. Let me know if I can help," said Harry, chivalrously. He looked at the elves. "Do you want to have a wedding? Maybe not today but whenever you can arrange it?"
"Could we sir?" asked Tweak excitedly.
"I insist. Whatever you want, we'll provide," said Harry.
Rosmerta laughed. "God, he's a saint!"
The rest of the group laughed while Dobby and Tweak squealed in excitement.
"Could it be being a double wedding, sir? Winky will want to bond with Dippy, too," said Dobby, thinking of his friend.
"Sure. If any of my elves want to be bonded, they can. No need to ask permission," said Harry, embarassedly.
"Can we be having elflings, too?" asked Tweak. She was afraid to push her luck but she wanted an elfling so badly.
"Please, don't ever ask again. If you want kids, by all means, have them," said Harry. A sudden ear splitting cry of joy rocked the room. All of Harry's elves had heard these instructions. They all meant to take advantage.
Harry shook his head. He looked back at Moody. "Where are the girls?"
"Getting ready for your wedding, kid. You have two hours before we need to leave. You're getting mundane married and then you're having a fancy luncheon. Then, you're getting magically married with a fancy reception right here at Potter Enclave. We'll leave for your honeymoon tomorrow," said Moody.
"Leave? I thought we were staying here for the honeymoon. Where are we going?" asked Harry, confused.
Moody snorted. "You want me to spoil the surprise? And have your ladies kill me? I think not," said Moody. "Just eat your breakfast and go get ready. It's going to be a long day."
Moody wasn't kidding.
Harry had a quick bite and a quick fly with his boys before he went to get ready. The elves gave his boys an early snack and a nap while Harry had a shower, shave, and an uncertain look at his tux with tails. He had no idea how to tie an ascot or a cumberbund. He went downstairs and found only the gentlemen remained. All of the ladies were gone.
"I don't know how to get dressed," said Harry, embarrassed to have to say it. The menfolk all laughed at him.
"As long as you know how to get undressed, you'll be good," winked Sirius. Reggie smacked his arm. Harry was so nervous, he wasn't sure if he could remember how to get undressed.
"Let me help you, son," said Jean Claude. The man went upstairs with Harry to help him put on his clothes.
The two men were alone in Harry's room when Jean Claude spoke. He looked at Harry's pale face and sweaty palms with a gentle smile.
"Today is just a formality," said Jean Claude, seemingly out of the blue. Harry looked at him questioningly.
"You have already committed to one another. You have already bonded on a soul deep level. This is just a day of celebration to recognize what already is," said Jean Claude.
"I never thought of it that way," said Harry. He looked at his mentor, his father figure. Jean Claude gave the boy a confident smile and straightened the green silk ascot that brought out his eyes. His cumberbund was green as well. The rest of his suit was pure white, even his patent leather shoes.
"It's the simple truth," said Jean Claude. He stepped back. Harry was completely ready to go. "You look very handsome, my child. I am proud to accept you into my legal family today. You are already family in my heart."
Harry smiled a watery smile at the man who reached forward to hug him. They separated and grinned at one another before they walked over to the nursery to check on the baby boys. They were dressed in outfits that were the exact mirror image to their father. Their little grass green suits brought out their sparkling green eyes while their little white ascots and cumberbunds gave a flash of somberness to the cheery outfits.
They all went downstairs and climbed into the limousine that was waiting for them. It was a fun ride for everyone who got to tease Harry. Harry just clung to his babies and tried not to hyperventilate.
They arrived at the Granger's country club and found hundreds of green and white balloons awaiting them. They drove through the balloon arches up to the stately building. Harry was ushered into an antechamber alone while everyone else went to take their places.
Harry paced until Dumbledore peeked his head inside. "Are you ready, my boy?" asked the elderly statesman.
"As I'll ever be," said Harry with a thick swallow. Dumbledore chuckled and encouraged Harry to step out.
Harry walked out into the huge banquet hall and gasped. There were green and white candy striped roses everywhere. There was a long white carpet in the center of the room that could easily hold four people standing abreast.
There were at least 200 people sitting on long benches with clutches of white roses and ivy at the end of each bench. The glittering crystal chandeliers had white and gold lights filling them, shining soft golden light down on everyone and everything.
A string quartet started to play a song that Harry recognized. A woman and man stepped forward to sing a beautiful duet to the tune of "Beauty and the Beast" as the doors at the back of the room were opened by Fred and George. A parade of Harry's family members came out of the doorway.
First, Sirius and Lya. Then, Remus and Tonks. Next, Reggie and one of Hermione's cousins. Then, a gruff looking Moody and a grinning young veela girl that Harry wasn't sure he'd ever met. Next came Bill and Fleur. They took their places close to Harry. Finally, Noemie practically skipped down the aisle, dropping green rose petals on the white carpet followed by Harry's lads in a buggy being pushed by Emma, Molly, and Julia.
The doors closed again and the music changed to play "I Beelieve" by Blessed Union of Souls. It was a fitting song. The grinning Weasley twins, Fred and George, opened the doors and revealed Hermione and Gabrielle on their father's arms. Harry couldn't see or hear anything else after his ladies were revealed.
Hermione was wearing a pure white cupcake cress with layers of soft chiffon. Gabrielle stood beside her, their arms in one another's. She was wearing a lace dress that was dripping with sparkling sequences. Their beauty was a siren call for the young man who was awed that they would choose him. He still expected them to change their minds and run away but instead, they never took their loving eyes from him as they walked towards him.
Harry was so entranced, he tried to take a step forward to go to his ladies. Bill stopped him.
"Hold on there, cowboy. Let them come to you," whispered Bill. Harry didn't move forward anymore but he couldn't take his eyes off of his ladies, either.
Finally, they arrived at the altar. Dan and Jean Claude looked at their daughters with love and pride in their tear filled eyes.
Dumbledore started to speak but Harry couldn't hear it. He just held his hands out to his beautiful girls as they took their place on either side of him.
The rest of the ceremony was a blur for Harry, at least until it was time for him to give his vows. He had prepared but he couldn't remember what he wanted to say. He said what came to his heart.
"I swear that if it takes my last breath, I will protect you. Every beat of my heart shouts with joy that I love you. I still can't believe you chose me but I swear I'll work every day to become worthy of the love you've given me, of the family we're building together. I love you both so much. My whole body aches with the feeling. I swear I will cherish every day we have together," said Harry. Hermione and Gabrielle sighed and leaned towards Harry, wanting the kiss they knew would seal their union right now.
Instead, they each gave their vows in return. Harry's heart felt ready to burst. Everyone could literally feel the love between the three young magicals standing at the front of the room.
Dumbledore finished the ceremony and said the words Harry was aching to hear. "I now pronounce you husband and wives. You may kiss your brides."
Harry's girls leaned in and kissed the corners of his mouth together. Harry made sure to turn his head and give them each a loving kiss right on the mouth. People cheered all over the banquet hall. The unobtrusive photographer flitted about the room, taking pictures of the now married couple and the guest reactions.
The happy couple processed down the aisle while everyone threw flower petals in green and white at them and cheered.
They had a good hour of photographs and then returned to the transformed banquet hall. It was filled with seating, tables, and delicious smells. They had a delicious meal and then a long receiving line before they were led outside to take a carriage to their next destination.
Harry held his ladies, kissing them and telling them how much he loved them the entire way back to the Delacour enclave.
The girls were swept away to get ready for their second wedding while Harry took his lads to get a good nap in before it was showtime once more.
After three hours of preparations and rest, it was time to do the whole scene all over again.
Things were different at the magical wedding. Everyone sat in a circle around the central dias. A chorus of Veela stood at the front, using the eerie beauty of their voices to entice everyone to enter the room and get settled. Harry stood at the front of the procession this time. He was dressed in robes made from the bright red skin of a Chinese Fireball Dragon. Red is the traditional wedding color of the magical world.
Harry led their singing family members into the ballroom. They circled the altar and came to a stop at their assigned spots. A flame appeared in the center of the dias. The girls appeared in daring red dresses. Harry's jaw dropped. Gabrielle was wearing a red leather gown made into a halter style. It left nothing to the imagination as to her perfect shape. Hermione was wearing a strapless red leather dress with a slit that went up to her hip. Her long, slim legs were on perfect display. They both wore a red headdress the likes of which Harry had never seen before. They looked like visions from his wildest fantasies.
Dumbledore stood in his own vibrant robes as the three beloveds chanted the traditional wizarding marriage bonds in one harmonious voice. All of the practice with chanting for the Trois Amants Purifier ritual made it possible for them to say the right words in the right tone without really knowing what they were saying at all. They moved closer and closer together, kissing gently at the end of the thrice spoken chant.
Magic sparked around them as people cheered and gave them all a wizard's salute. The ceremony ended and they led the procession from the Delacour home to the Potter Enclave. The elves already had the feast set up, buffet style, around the room for them all to enjoy.
The night finally wound down and the three young people snuck away to make another kind of magic together. They didn't show their faces outside their room again until lunchtime the next day.