Something Special About Harry

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Thanks to Keikokin for asking me to write this pairing for her in this situation. Thanks to Tivogirl for the wonderful Beta work and putting up with my ramblings!

Chapter 13

Draco was the first to the doors of the Great Hall. Before he entered, he looked at his father and tried another tactic to protect Severus. “Father, you know about the three of us. Would you really do that to Severus before he finally had a chance with Hermione? If not for him, think of me – wait- on second thought, it would be to my advantage – I’d have to do them both. It was wrong, so wrong, of him not to tell you and he needs to be punished.” Lucius looked at his son and thought the boy’s Slytherin side was finally emerging. “Draco, I will give you tonight. Make the most of it. It might be a while before you can bottom again.” Lucius was smirking, knowing his son preferred to top anyway.

Draco turned and pulled the doors open, leading the soon to be newlyweds through the doors to the applause of the remaining OOTP members, the DA, professors of Hogwarts, Minister Fudge, the Weasley family sans Ron and there waiting in front was Hermione, crying. Draco led them to the altar, taking his place on Harry’s left while Severus stood to the right of Lucius. The older blond gave his Slytherin “brother” a glare that would have killed the basilisk and Severus felt his stomach plunge. Someone, most probably him, was in for a world of hurt. The Potion Master prayed Albus would make this a short ceremony so he could toast the happy couple and make his escape before Lucius wrecked his wrath upon him. Severus only wished he knew why he was running from Lucius.

The assembly stood when requested by Albus who offered a prayer of thanks for the occasion to gather with family and friends in celebration. He wrapped up the prayer and asked the guests to sit. He began again stating the purpose of this gathering, to join Harry and Lucius in a handfasting, broom jumping wedding ceremony. They could hear the gasps through the guests who had gathered at Albus’ request without question. All were surprised at the announcement and some began speculating on what Lucius had done to Harry to force him into this “farce”. Harry’s hearing had always been good but was exceptional now and could hear the whispers quite clearly. He began bristling which caused his features to start changing. His face was becoming pinched and taking on the sharper features of a raptor while his body was growing larger. Lucius actually quivered in fear. Harry was changing into full Veela mode and didn’t know he couldn’t control it. The blond knew it would take his presence to calm Harry - maybe lead him off someplace for a few minutes to help him regain control.

While those thoughts ran through Lucius head, Harry finished his metamorphosis into a true killing Veela, protective of his own. When his wings tried to unfurl, he cried in distress, they were contained and he needed them free. Lucius stepped to him and ran a hand up his arm, over his shoulder to his neck and along his jaw, letting Harry pick up his unique scent with his senses. Harry began to calm, but not enough and the trapped wings only made it worse. Lucius began kissing what he could on Harry’s face while undoing the young Veela’s robe and shirt. Pulling them off, the guests gasped as his wings unfurled. Lucius stepped in front of Harry, back to front. Harry’s hearing picked up more whispers about Lucius and he made between a growling and squalling sound of warning of a large bird. The blond rubbed against the raven haired Veela, trying to calm him while presenting his neck. Harry felt Lucius and saw the neck exposed just for him. He latched on and began pecking, kissing and licking it. The brunet wasn’t aware of doing it but his wings expanded to full size displaying the sharp tips. He wrapped his lover and himself in the cocoon of the warm wings.

Albus skirted away cautiously and moved in front of them. He raised his hands up for attention, quiet and stillness from the audience. He began addressing them. “Witches and Wizards, you were invited here today by me to share in the joy of Harry Potter. As some of you may have finally figured out, our own Mr. Potter is a Veela. You have been witness to just one more special thing about Harry Potter. Now, please, let’s quietly move outside to the halls and remain quiet so his mate can calm him and no one gets injured. Quietly now, move.” The guests did as suggested, leaving the two at the altar.

Lucius could feel Harry’s response to his submissive posture and not just the physical responses. Harry was just confused mentally and running on pure instinct. As he slowly feasted on the taste and feel of his lover, he slowly began to change back into the “normal” Harry they all knew and recognized. Lucius felt him reverting and relaxed even more. Slowly the wings unfurled and retracted, leaving two physically excited men, one of them half undressed, in front of their ceremonial altar.

Harry groaned into Lucius’ ear and thrust his hips forward. “Lucius, I seem to have a problem. What happened?” The blond growled in frustration and told himself they were not barbarians and he would not be taken on the altar. He’d save that idea for another time and place.

“Harry, you heard some of the more ignorant people in our society and became enraged. It pushed you over the edge and like your father warned, you developed wings. By the way, quite warm and cozy they are. Can’t wait until you can control them at will.” He lifted an eyebrow and smirked at Harry, who just pushed against him harder, holding him in his arms tighter. “Lucius, will we ever get through this ceremony and be united?” Lucius turned in Harry’s arms, smiling at him. “Harry, this is just for society’s privilege. According to all the old laws, the ones that pertain to Veela, we were united the minute you figured out I was your mate. Nothing can change that. I think we should still have the ceremony to still the wagging tongues.” Lucius lifted himself just the slightest bit and feathered his lips across Harry’s. The brunet pulled him in as close as possible and deepened the kiss. Breaking away, Harry ran his nose along Lucius jaw to his ear, outlining with his nose and tongue as he went. “Think we can get Albus to hurry up? I have a mission tonight and it involves my mate and a large bed.” Lucius quaked with need and imagination. “Right. Watch this. He moved away from Harry for a second, waved his hand at the doors, opening them on command and yelled “Albus, we have a ceremony that needs you now.” He settled back against Harry and both watched as Albus, Draco, Severus and all the other guests filed into the Great Hall and found their seats again. Albus smiled at them as they turned to face him and began where they had left off.