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Author's Notes: And we're back! Once again, links for the chapter are below on AO3. The vows that are on this chapter are based off of a script I found from the Universal Church, I think, but modified to fit what I wanted.

There is also underage content after the break in this chapter. I worked to make it as non-graphic for what I needed as I could, but I wanted to give this warning in advance anyways so you won't be surprised.

As always, I hope you enjoy. Until the next chapter,

~TGWSI/Selene Borealis

~daughter of briganti~

~meet me in the woods~

~chapter 11~

12 August 1995
Potter Villa, Crete, Greece

"Nervous at all?"

Hyleth looked at her dad through the mirror. "What do you think?"

He barked out a laugh as he came closer and clapped his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, James was the same way. His feet were toasty warm, but he was so worried he was going to make a fool of himself in front of your grandparents."

"Grandfather Richard and Grandmother Jane?" Hyleth asked, even though she knew they had to be the set he was referring to. Charlus and Dorea Potter had died a year prior during the Dragon Pox pandemic.

"Yes. He needn't have worried, though. They already loved him – just as the Weasleys love you."

The female alpha nodded, the somewhat indirect mention of her mother not bothering her as much as it would've.

Mainly because she wasn't sure if the other Weasleys would continue to love her when this was all said and over.

She was wearing her wedding robes, which were a bottle green color and did indeed bring out the green of her eyes. Theo's cufflinks were attached to them where they should be. Her hair, messy as ever, was down from its ponytail for a change, forming a sort of messed up halo around her head. Since she was the alpha bride, she held no flowers, or anything else of the sort.

"Don't be worried," her father chastised her again. He directed her around with the hand on her shoulder so they were looking at each other properly. "Remember, while the Pensieve memories of the day – " rather than having to give their own, her dad had charmed one of the family Pensieves to record the event for them " – may be viewed later, there's nobody else who will be physically attending this day besides me. Well, Pritchard, too, but he's our pretend officiator."

She scoffed at his way of phrasing things. "Dad – "

"Chin up," he said, lifting her chin for her. He smiled. "You're beautiful. I love you. I'm proud of you. You know that, right?"

Tears filled her eyes. "I know."

"Good." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You've been through a lot in your fifteen years, Hyleth. But somehow, you've managed to make the best of it, and now you have two omegas, at least, who are willing to follow you to the ends of the earth. Don't be afraid to listen to them. In fact, communicate as much as you can. Try to avoid going to bed angry or directly after finishing a fight. Make sure to do simple things to show your love, and to take care of them during their heats, pregnancies, when they're sick, and beyond."

She flushed there, albeit she probably didn't have much reason to. It was entirely plausible that both of her mates would be pregnant by the time October came around; their heats were on very similar cycles, both typically happening in the middle of September.

(Provided they didn't get pregnant before then.)

"Do those things for them and the others you'll marry, and while I can't say it'll be perfect, I think everything'll turn out just fine. 'Seems that's what worked for James and Lily, anyways. Yeah?"

"Okay, Dad."

"Now, let's get out there."

He held out his arm to her, and she accepted it in the way that was traditional amongst both muggles and magical folk. They walked out of the house, down the well-worn path, and off to the side, where a simple but elegant wedding arch was, decorated with flowers and offering a view of the Aegean Sea. Pritchard was standing in front of it in the traditional black robes. The Pensieve was about twelve feet away from the arch, adjusting itself as needed, as it was charmed to do.

Hyleth stood in front of the arch and Pritchard and her dad stood off to the side, as the collar- and ring-bearer and her best man, of sorts. Music had been faintly playing from the start, but now it changed, turning to the bridal theme.

Following in their footsteps came Ginny and Theo – and Hyleth's eyes just about fell out of her head when she saw them, she wasn't ashamed to admit it. Ginny was wearing a white wedding dress with pink floral patterns on it, off-the-shoulder with sheer sleeves, all of which made her look like an angel. Her vibrant red hair was pinned up with flowers, of the same kind she and Theo were holding in their arms – Grecian wildflowers, freshly picked, not ones bought at the store.

Theo's dress was much more modest, but that made sense, since it had been his mother's. It was ivory-colored, with beaded lace and a tulle skirt. He and Ginny were both wearing veils, but unlike hers, his was completely opaque from the outside. A carry-over from the time where it was not just bad luck for the day for the couple to be married to see each other before the ceremony, but for the entire marriage.

They came to a stop on the other side of Pritchard, who quietly cleared his throat as the music stopped.

"Welcome Mss. Hyleth Potter and Ginevra Weasley, Mr. Theodore Nott, Lord Sirius Black, and any others who are viewing this memory after it has taken place," he said, nodding to the Pensieve as it was appropriate. "We are gathered here today to create and witness two unions between souls, of a particular kind that has not been seen for well over a thousand years.

"Marriage is a ritual in our society as it is in the muggle world, but unlike theirs, which is binding only through law, ours is binding through magic as well. And very few bonds which can be qualified as marriage appear to be more binding through magic than that between a child of Briganti and their respective spouses. Despite this, and their young age, Ginny and Theo decided they would want to marry Hyleth. Their families cannot be here today for the extenuating circumstances which caused this wedding to occur here – " Ginny looked over at the Pensieve at this with a frown, though she quickly focused back on him " – but they are both hopeful their families will support them in their decision."

Theo suddenly coughed.

Pritchard was not deterred. "While there is more that would be said in a modern traditional magical wedding, since these marriages are not in the tradition we know, I will now offer up a simple prayer instead. May Briganti, the goddess of the British lands who also chose to accept Hyleth as her daughter and saved her that Halloween night, bless these unions – "

It was Hyleth's turn to react to this, as one of her eyes twitched. She'd known that he'd wanted to do this, because he'd asked her if she would be alright with it. She'd said yes, even though she wasn't. Not really.

" – Granting them prosperity in their bonds, their wealth, and their very lives and the lives of their children, and may Magic herself, who fills our bodies and has given us our abilities which set us apart from our muggle counterparts, do the same.

"Now," he said, and Hyleth, Ginny, and Theo straightened a bit more here, knowing what was going to come next. "Hyleth Lily Potter, daughter of James Charlus and Lily Jane Potter and Sirius Orion Black, do you take Ginevra Molly Weasley and Theodore Aurelius Nott as your spouses in the legal and magical bonds, to be your Consorts for the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and the Founding House of Black, respectively, when the time is right? Do you promise to love, cherish, protect, defend, and honor them, as well as any children that they will bear you? Do you promise to support them, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, as long as you three shall live?"

"I do," she said. She knew that, for actually binding ceremonies, she would've had to repeat every word he'd said as an oath, with her wand held in front of her chest and everything. But since this was only for show, they'd decided to keep it simple, like the muggles would do.

"And Ginevra Molly Weasley, daughter of Arthur Bedivere and Molly Lucretia Weasley, and Theodore Aurelius Nott, son of Tiberius Cantankerus and Corinthia Evariste Nott, do you take Hyleth Lily Potter as your spouse, understanding that she has designated you two to be the future Consorts for the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and the Founding House of Black, respectively? Do you promise to love, cherish, protect, defend, and honor her, as well as any children that you will bear for her? Do you promise to support her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and health, as long as you three shall live?"

"I do," said Ginny and Theo in unison.

"Then the symbols of these unions will now be exchanged."

Hyleth's father handed her Ginny's collar first. She held it up, and she saw the redhead's eyes go wide as she took in the sight of it. Tears filled her eyes whilst she moved her veil slightly so Hyleth could put it on her. She clasped it behind her neck, and grinned when the chain of the collar refit itself to suit her – she loved magic.

She did the same with Theo, and although she couldn't see his reaction to his mating collar, she heard his breath catch. Then her dad gave her ring to Ginny, which was an heirloom from the Potter vault; it had originally been her great-grandfather Aldric's wedding ring when he'd married Euphemia, and was a simple silver with an emerald band in the middle. Once again, a color to bring out her eyes. The ring would function as a representation for all of her marriages.

"With these vows and promises, and the symbolic exchanges for the unions, I now pronounce you Ms. Hyleth and Mrs. Ginevra Potter, and Mr. Theodore Black," Pritchard said. "Hyleth, you may now kiss your spouses."

She lifted up Ginny's veil and kissed her first. Then she did it with Theo, and for the first time that day, she got to see his face. He was grinning at her, even as his eyes were watery. "Get on with it, Ms. Potter," he said.

"Of course, Mr. Black," she returned with a smirk.

They had a fairly quaint celebration afterwards. Hyleth and her father did a father-daughter dance in front of the Pensieve, and she danced with both Ginny and Theo. Then she and her mates in all but bond fed each other cake, and Hyleth laughed when Theo purposefully smeared it on her face. But this was pretty much all they did, although Ginny took the Pensieve inside once they'd temporarily shut it off to make another memory for her family to see. Nobody disturbed her until she came back outside, nor did they comment on her misty eyes.

All in all, in spite of it not technically being real, it was a nice ceremony. Hyleth was glad that they'd done it, instead of her mates not getting a proper ceremony at all. They took pictures and laughed and even had some champagne, and by the time that night came, though the butterflies had returned to her stomach, she was admittedly a little excited by what was going to come next.

Soon, Ginny and Theo would be officially hers.

She would be officially theirs.

Before either Ginny or Theo could cross the threshold into her – now their – bedroom, Hyleth grabbed the redhead, scooping her up into her arms. "Hy!" Ginny shrieked, laughing.

It was probably a good thing that Pritchard and her dad were still outside.

"Wait here," the female alpha told Theo with a grin.

The male omega snorted, but remained behind.

Hyleth put Ginny on the bed, and repeated the process with Theo. When she was done, she could see how the two of them were looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. It made her Adam's apple bob.

"How do you want to do this?" she asked.

It was a bit of a redundant question, and not. They'd agreed how some of it would have to go, of course. But "some" did not mean "all," and she was only just realizing how much of a significant gap the distance between those two terms was.

Ginny went red all the way to the roots of her hair. "You should probably undress us," she said. "And yourself."

Theo snickered at her addendum.

Hyleth focused on Ginny first. She seized her with a kiss, something within her – she didn't know what, it could've been Briganti herself nudging her along – telling her that it was the right thing to do. Ginny moaned into it and tilted her head for better access.

She unclasped the mating collar that it felt like she had just put on, making sure to put it on the nightstand so it wouldn't get somehow damaged (very unlikely), then unzipped the other girl's dress. Her undergarments were discarded in similar fashion, with Hyleth only vaguely noticing that they were already damp.

They were both panting heavily when they separated. But Hyleth didn't get much time for air, because once again, she did what she'd just done with Theo. She did pause slightly when she took in his anatomy below the waist:

She'd seen pictures of male omega biology before, yet it was different seeing it in real life; not like female beta or omega biology, which she'd basically had before she'd presented. He had a penis, only without the descended testicles for male betas and alphas and the knot for the latter, since he didn't have those. Only his perineum separated his cocklet and his median.

She didn't pause any longer than that, not wanting to make it seem like she was staring in a bad way. She sat back to take off her own wedding robes and undergarments. Now she was the one with reddened cheeks as she found herself on the receiving ends of their gazes. "Like what you see?"

"Oh, very much, Alpha," Ginny purred.

They took their time with things, as there was no need to rush and they both were inexperienced. Theo watched from the sidelines, but that did not mean he was an inactive participant. He gave Hyleth a pointer here and there about what to do besides the few pointers she'd been given by her dad. Merlin, that had been a more than embarrassing conversation.

Ginny more than appreciated the help of her fellow omega, as she was sent over the edge before they truly got into things. When his fellow omega asked Hyleth to stop after first entering her due to the pain, he held her hand until the pain subsided enough and she nodded at Hyleth to start moving again.

They fell into a rhythm they were comfortable with. Hyleth thought her own movements were rather clunky. With barely a month having passed since she'd presented, she didn't think she'd gotten a proper grip on having a penis yet.

But they made it work. When it was time, as she felt her knot beginning to snag, she leaned down towards Ginny's neck. She found her mating gland and bit into it. A rush of blood entered her mouth as Ginny cried out.

Hyleth moved away so Ginny could reciprocate. Her bite wasn't as deep – it rarely ever was with betas and omegas, regardless of their primary gender – but it did the trick. They groaned in unison as they felt the bond snap into place.

Neither of them saw, only Theo, but as the bond formed, a brilliant, golden light surrounded them.

They waited for Hyleth's knot to go down, all of them petting each other. After her knot finished deflating, she pulled out of Ginny as gently as she was able, though she knew that Ginny wouldn't have minded if she'd been rougher, she might've enjoyed it.

Furthermore, from a certain perspective, the gentleness wasn't necessary. As some might say, the damage had already been done, she thought with a self-depreciating grin.

She and Ginny were mates for real now. Bonded, as they would be for the rest of their days, however long they were.

"Your turn," she told Theo, her eyes dark.

"Please," he said.

He was more nervous than he was showing, she could tell. She kissed him softly, hoping she could convey without words he had no reason to be. Slowly, his fears bled away under her ministrations. Ginny took his place, but it was clear she wouldn't be a partial observer for long: she was going to want another go.

...Why was this what caused her to think about her refractory period? She hadn't thought of it until now. But besides the refractory period that happened until a knot went down, there was another, longer one to think about. One which could pose difficulties for making sure every one of her thirteen spouses would be happy, unless she took Potency Potions or something.

...Or maybe that would turn out to be an umpteenth side effect of the Ritual of Briganti: maybe it'd take her longer to run out of stamina than the average alpha.

Whatever. She'd think about it later.

(If she'd been paying attention to anything else other than this abstract thought and pleasuring Theo, perhaps she might've heard a faint, familiar laugh only she could hear.)

She tasted Theo's blood when she bit his mating gland. Coppery and slightly sweet, indistinguishable from Ginny's.

"I wonder if it'll take," Theo mused, staring down at his stomach. He and Hyleth were laying on their sides, still tied.

"My mum said that an omega's magic will shift their heat cycle once a bond is formed, to make the chances of conception on the bonding night or very soon after as high as possible," Ginny murmured.

"My mum did, too," he said. "She said she was sure that's when she conceived Theron."

That wasn't what he'd been talking about, though.

"You're healthy enough. You've slowly been feeling better and better while we've been here," Hyleth pointed out, speaking into his hair. "If you want it, I can't promise it'll happen, but I'll hope that it does as much as you do."

"I want it," he said quietly. He sniffled. "So I hope you don't mind becoming an amither in nine months, give or take."

Hyleth and Ginny giggled, albeit the female alpha's was with the addition of her chest rumbles.

They had their fun until they couldn't anymore that night, the exhaustion overtaking them. In the morning, Hyleth's muscles were deliciously sore, but it was worth it when she opened her eyes and saw long, ginger red hair on her right, and short and messy dark brown hair on her left. "Good morning, Mrs. Potter. Good morning, Mr. Black," she told them.

"'Morning, Ms. Potter," Ginny replied, humoring her.

Theo, on the other hand, yawned and stretched. "Y – yeah, yeah."

Hyleth nipped at his ear, which he enjoyed. "How are you feeling?"

"...Like I could maybe go for another rou – agh!" He yelped as she rolled over on top of him.

And perhaps she could get into it more in-depth than they already had, the places they'd gone besides Matala Beach and Chania between her birthday and their wedding day, and then their wedding day and when they came back to Britain. Perhaps she could get a bit more into what her training had consisted of – as much as she was allowed to. Pritchard had advised her and her mates, had made them promise (but not through making a magical vow) to keep certain things secret, even from their friends and family.

But most of it, while not wholly immaterial, was neither all that relevant.

Besides a few more things, that is.

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