The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

Chapter Eleven: Happy Birthday, Harry

The world settled into a schedule and Harry flowed with it.
He had gone to see Bill, who arranged for him to interview with a representative of Gringott’s bank, and Harry had landed a job researching lost treasures for various customers.
It seemed a way to use his unique talents to the good of others and gave him something to do while Draco was working.
Plus it put him out in the world again, the wizarding world at least.
The two shared their evenings with their friends and families, but from Friday night to Sunday afternoon, no one was allowed to intrude on the world of Harry and Draco.
Draco smiled wickedly as he tucked the small package under his short cloak. Next, he folded the strip of Parchment along the previous creases and slid it into his pocket.
He stood at the opposite side of the street from #11 Grimmauld place and looked at the space between it and #13.
As Draco lifted the tiny slip of paper Harry had sent to him, he smiled.
Kreacher had been highly irritable while delivering it and Draco was sure he knew why.
The words on it were clear and distinct.
Neville Longbottom asks you to go to #12 Grimmauld Place.
Draco watched the space unfold and open up and he knew that he was finally entrusted to a great privilege.
All of his previous visits had been by summons or by delivery of his personal house elf, Roldo.
Now, with this unconditional invitation, Draco would be able to surprise Harry just in time for his birthday.
And that was just what he planned to do.
As quickly as possible, the blond entered the house, Harry had also told him how to open the door, and he went into the rarely used parlor.
Here he took out his wand and set about decorating. Multicolor streamers hung from the walls and balloons shaped like snakes and lions, floated about.
Kreacher came in while he was deciding about the arrangement of the furniture and Draco immediately enlisted his aid in making a perfect meal along with a decadent dessert for after.
“Master Harry’s birthday isn’t until Tuesday.” the elf argued.
“But, I won’t be here on Tuesday.” Draco told him. “And I want to celebrate with him all weekend long.”
Kreacher shook his head as he returned to the kitchen, but the Slytherin didn’t pay any attention as he levitated the table and chairs from the dining room into the middle of the floor.
“Good, now for the presents,” he said positioning an end table close to a large overstuffed chair. A swish flick of the Hawthorne wand and the table was covered with a deep red satin cloth and arranged on it were seven brightly wrapped presents.
“Perfect,” Draco said with a sigh as he heard clicking sound near the front of the house. “And just in time.”
The blond hurried to the front of the room, near enough to see the entry hall, but blocking any view of his preparations. He leaned against the wall and tried to look aloof.

Harry’d had an exhausting day and the very act of putting his broom in the closet seemed a trial to him by now.
All he wanted was to take off his shoes, drop into a chair and relax for a couple of hours.
“Kreacher!” he called as he closed the closet door and turned around. “Run me a hot bath, I’m . . .”
“You’re what?” Draco said in a sultry voice, “Is there room in that tub for two?”
“You’re a welcome sight. What’s the occasion?” Harry said, rushing forward and scooping the blond into an embrace.
“I can’t come on a Thursday,” Draco said. “Unless it’s a special occasion?”
Harry laughed and kissed the blond as he held him tightly. “You can come here any day of the week. Now matter what excuse you come up with.”
“Good. Now, before you strip off, come and see what I’ve been up to.” Draco said pushing away and taking Harry’s hand. He led the brunet into the parlor and waited as Harry took it in.
“What? Draco, what is all this?” Harry stuttered as he looked around the room.
“This is our special celebration for your birthday. I even managed to bow out of dinner with my parents for this.” The blond said. “I want an entire weekend of your undivided attention. Then, you can spend Tuesday with the whole Weasley clan.” Draco announced.
“You did all this for my birthday? Thank you.” Harry said.
“Don’t be ridiculous. This is no big deal If I had put an effort into it, we’d be having the biggest birthday bash in history. Now, are you hungry, yet?” Draco asked as he lit the two candles he had arranged on the table.
“Not greatly. Are these all for me?” Harry eyed the stack of presents hungrily.
“Are there any other wizards here having a birthday? Sit down and open them. Go ahead.” Malfoy urged.
Harry slid into his chair and looked at he pile. “Can I open any one I want?” he asked, mentally numbering the packages.
He had a vague remembrance of Dudley throwing a fit that he had not received more gifts than previously. Harry couldn’t remember ever receiving more than three on any given year.
“They are yours. Open away.” Draco said turning a chair so he could straddle it and rest on the back. His eyes twinkled as he waited for his lover to see his gifts.
Harry grabbed a medium sized box wrapped in shiny gold paper. He tore this away and seized the bared box. Inside were two pair of satin boxers. One red, the other gold with red lions dancing around the hem. He looked at Draco, wickedly. “You got me Gryffindor boxers?” he asked.
“They seemed appropriate.” Draco said smugly. “Don’t worry. You won’t be wearing them much this weekend.”
Harry snorted derisively, before grabbing another package. Inside this one was a leather bound box with a velvet liner. Down the center was an indentation that could have no other use. “A wand box. It’s perfect.” Harry said sliding his finger down the slot.
“Ollivander has finally gotten back to work. This box is made just for your Phoenix Feather wand. He designed it exactly to the specifications.” Draco announced.
“Like a custom fitted glove. Thank you and thank him.” Harry said putting it aside reverently. Next, he chose a large box, nearly three foot square and just as deep. It was wrapped in green paper and had a large silver ribbon around it. “I’m almost afraid of a box in Slytherin colors.” Harry said looking concerned.
Draco made no response, so he began to peel away the paper.
Inside was a large, black cast iron cauldron filled with assorted bags, bottles and vials. There was a paper on the top that had beautiful scripted words declaring it as ‘Chauncy O’Maddigan’s Pot of Irony and Misgivings. Everything a wizard needs to create confusion and anarchy’. Harry looked shocked as he read the labels on a few of the jars.
“Salamander eyes, Essence of Pine, Toads wool, Canticle, Briess wax, What can I make with these?” he asked.
Draco smiled evilly and Harry shivered. “I’ll just open another,” he said.
The next box revealed two leather bound books.
‘Chauncy O’Maddigan’s home brews’ and ‘Potions that should not be used around the kids’.
“Well, that answers my question. This actually sound fun.” he said flipping the latter open and reading a random recipe. “These are flavored lubes!” he announced.
Draco just waited as he flipped a few more pages before putting the books on top of the cauldron and taking another present from the pile.
This was a small square and it had another even smaller box attached to the top like a pyramid.
Starting with the large box, Harry tore away the paper, which fell into the growing pile nearby and found a vinyl case. The zipper opened to show a compact camera that was cased in silver and the smaller box had two memory cards.
Harry looked up.
“New advancement. Digital pictures that still move when printed. I know how much you love that Photo album of yours.” Draco explained.
Harry ‘ohhed’ him before lifting the last present from the table and placing it in his lap. The gift was long and flat and around three inches thick. It was wrapped in blue with a white ribbon and had an elaborate blue bow attached.
Harry held it as he looked up at his lover. “Why, Draco? Why seven presents?” he asked.
The blond tilted his head as he smirked at Harry. “One for each year I didn’t get you one. Open that one and I’ve caught up to this year.” he said.
Harry rolled his eyes before pulling off the ribbon and stripping away the blue paper and opening the box inside.
The brunet lifted out a thick turtleneck sweater made in a speckled green yarn that gave it a tweed look and the sleeves were made wide to give it a loose look until you got to the cuffs that were ribbed more tightly. It was the same green as Harry’s eyes an even he could tell it was well made.
“Now, you have a stylish sweater to go with those . .. Lovely things that Mrs. Weasley makes for you.” Draco said standing up and putting the chair back under the edge of the table. “And for his year, two presents. First, this is from my parents, though I did neglect to tell them it was for you.” he said pulling out the carefully folded parchment. “Mrs. Black’s personal permastick, unsticker.”
Harry took the paper and read it over, quickly. “This could get the pictures off the walls? I mean, I could get rid of the screaming old woman in the hall with her own antidote?”
“Yes. I want to be able to give you my present without worrying about her going off.” Draco said.
“Why would she go off?” Harry asked.
Draco pulled out the small bottle he had hidden away and held it up. “This is for you. I think it’s about time you learn how to use it and,” as the blond spoke he moved closer until he was kneeling between Harry’s legs and his face was inches away. “Then, you can take me.”
Harry gasped and stared in shock, “You mean, Me? You want me to . . .in you?” He continued. “Are you sure?”
“You’ll need to try sometime. And I think before you’re eighteenth birthday is none-too-soon.” Draco said, “But, first. I am hungry.”
Harry followed as they headed for the table that had just filled with a mouthwatering assortment of foods.
Grinning like mad, Harry pulled up to his plate and tucked in.
Draco sat opposite him and filled his own plate.
Soon, they were both satisfied and smiling at each other over full bellies.
“This is the greatest birthday, ever.” Harry said pushing away from the table
“It isn’t over, yet.” Malfoy corrected as he rose and reached for Harry. “First, we get rid of the old bat in the hall. And we do it quietly, while the elf is busy with the kitchen. I doubt he will appreciate you removing the family matriarch.”
Harry nodded knowingly as he was pulled through the door. He opened the parchment and read over the instructions.
“It’s simple enough. Wonder why we never tried this,” Harry said, folding the paper and pulling out his wand.
Draco had his wand in the ready as the golden boy lifted the Holly in his hand and aimed it down the hall.
“Reverto Enchanta, Relatio Portraitus.” Harry said and the hallway started to rock gently.
Not only Mrs. Black’s picture, but all of the mounted elf heads began to vibrate against the walls.
One by one they fell away, dropping quickly towards the floor.
“Windgardium Leviosa.” Draco called slowing the descent of each item until they were on the floor, lining the hallway. “There, now to pack them up.”
Mrs. Black looked too stunned by her sudden change of positions to let out even a peep, so Harry yanked down the curtains and wrapped them around her as Draco conjured up a large crate and levitate the elf heads into it. Mrs. Black went in last.
Harry did the honors of closing the crate as Draco dusted off his hands and put his wand away.
“Now, where shall we ship them?” the blond asked.
“I don’t really care. Any ideas?” Harry asked in return.
“Well, as the last of the Black family, perhaps my mother would like them?” Malfoy suggested.
“I like that.” Harry said.
“Good. Roldo!” Draco called and the Dobby look-a-like popped into view. “Take this gift to Malfoy Manor. Tell Mrs. Malfoy it is a gift for the last remaining member of the Black family from Mr. Harry Potter.”
“Very good, Master Malfoy.” the elf said, taking hold of the box and disappearing.
“Now, about that last present?” Draco purred, pushing up to Harry who had backed into the wall.


Okay, so I have to stop here, for just a second.
I mean, we don't really need a lemon in every chapter, do we?"