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Christmas Memorial
[We realised that we skipped a scene/chapter and had to put it in late here. So I have renumbered and added the chapter. So what was Chapter 31 is now Chapter 32, and there is a new Chapter 31. It might make a bit more sense now. - SP 4/10/2008]
Chapter Number/Total: 32/43
Chapter Title: Christmas Memorial
Words: 2335 Words
The month of December seemed to speed by. Soon, Christmas was very nearly upon them, which also meant the anniversary of the hundreds of deaths the previous year. It was difficult to think of Seamus, and Dennis, and it was especially hard on Hermione, who had never been given the opportunity to tell her father that she was getting married, and would not get to share with him anything about her new life and the family she would build.
There was going to be a public memorial service held in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Harry had been asked to be there, even though he would have gone anyway. Hermione picked up her mother to attend the memorial as well, and they all arrived at the Ministry by Floo. They met the Weasleys there in the very large crowd, even larger than it might have been under normal circumstances, as close Muggle family members were allowed to attend with the aide of Wizarding relatives.
Draco held Valen tight against him with his silver hand and his right held Harry's left. He was worried about the crowds exciting the infant. So much magic could easily overstimulate a sensitive like Valen.
Unsurprisingly, reporters covering the event moved close to Harry and Draco as soon as they arrived, but hadn't been much of a problem - yet. Harry hoped they had enough sense not to turn the entire thing into a big circus surrounding their relationship.
Valen squealed and babbled at the flashing cameras, reaching to try to take one from a reporter who got too close. Draco's hands were full, but he stepped back.
Harry gave the photographer a warning look, squinting from the quick, bright flashes of light.
"Come on now," said Sirius, who was also there, despite having been 'dead' during the actual attacks. "Give them some bloody breathing room." They snapped a few shots of him.
Draco let go of Harry's hand and reached to put his arm around his waist, gathering him closer. He never liked the crush of reporters when they went out.
The closer Harry and Draco moved to each other, the more flashes went off, and Harry pulled up the side of his robe to cover his face. They had their damn shot and he didn't want his presence to ruin everything else. Sirius, Remus and the others tried to block the reporters off, standing in front of the family.
With the help of their friends, they made their way to the staging area. At least the reporters were kept back by Ministry personnel then.
"They're like a bunch of sharks," said Ron, looking over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Harry sighed. "I know."
Hermione stood close next to her mother, who was looking, quite understandably, overwhelmed.
While the room continued to fill, the cracks of Apparition and the whooshing sounds of people arriving in fireplaces kept sounding throughout the Atrium. The Minister climbed the steps of the stage that had been erected and pressed his wand to his throat. "Fellow wizards and witches," his voice boomed over the crowd. The noise level in the room died down considerably until the only sounds were a last few pops and cracks. "And family," Scrimgeour added. "It is with great pride that I stand before you all today, in remembrance of those lost to us ...." He went on about the unity among wizards, the tragedy of the incident, and some about the war and the triumph over Lord Voldemort.
"And with that said," the Minister continued, his voice carrying a note of finality, "it is my pleasure to give you Harry Potter." He clapped and the crowd followed with their cheers and applause.
Harry took a deep breath, having actually grown pretty used to speaking in front of large crowds over the previous months. He didn't really think he was all that important to be giving so many speeches, but everyone always seemed to want him to do so. He gave Draco a chaste kiss before turning and heading up the stairs as well.
Scrimgeour nodded to Harry and moved back to give him his place at the podium. The noise died out again as Harry stepped up, opening his mouth.
Draco settled Valen on his knee, trying to get comfortable in the small wooden chairs set up for the families. Just as Harry opened his mouth, Valen yelled, "Dada!" into the quiet.
Harry smiled and there was a chuckle and some murmuring through the crowd. He took another breath, opening his mouth again. "What happened on this day a year ago was terrible - more than terrible," he began. "A tragedy in every sense of the word. It's not an easy thing to forget, because, it's not easy to forget sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, uncles and aunts, grandparents, friends. And it's hard, because we don't want to forget them in the slightest, and I know that it's hard not to think about what happened. But I don't think we're here to remember what happened to our friends and family. Well, we ... are here for that - in a sense, but what's really important is that we remember how amazing, and caring, and brave the people were that we lost.
"What were they like? What did they give? What did you love about them? Those are the things that mean something. Don't let them, as people, be swallowed by the way they were taken.
"I like to believe that, once we've made the full journey to the other side, we can look down on those we left behind. Do they want us consumed with thoughts of that night? Hatred for those that did it? Or would they want us to live on? To make a new life? I know what I would want.
"Yes, I remember that day, but more than that, I remember the people and what they meant to me - and still do. Let's carry them on with us, inside our hearts and minds, through stories of them, and fond memories. We can take them with us as we continue to rebuild our world." He nodded and stepped back.
There was applause and tears and Draco clapped his right hand on his thigh. His silver hand was busy trying to hold a squirming little boy. Draco looked fondly toward Hermione and her mother, acknowledging them with a nod.
There were tears in both Hermione's and her mother's eyes, and some flowing down their cheeks, but they smiled at Draco and hugged each other.
The Minister clapped Harry on the shoulder as he took another step back, making way for Head Auror, Edgar Barclay to speak. Harry headed back down the steps, taking his seat next to Draco and Valen.
Valen launched himself bodily at Harry, nearly managing to fall when Draco was caught by surprise. "Dada, dada," the baby yelled.
Harry smiled and laughed, taking Valen into his arms. "Shhh," he said. "I hear you."
"Harry, that was beautiful," said Hermione from his other side. He smiled at her and she kissed him on the cheek, hugging him.
Valen imitated her, giving Harry a big smack of a kiss on the other cheek.
She and Harry both laughed, Hermione wiping under her eyes with a tissue that Ron handed across to her.
Draco smiled, feeling happy despite the occasion that brought them there. It was hard to keep Valen calm and busy in such a crowd while they waited through the speeches. Then there was the reading of the list of the dead, which different people took turns at until they were all spoken.
Hermione was one of the people to read, and her voice caught as she read the name, "James Morgan Granger," but she didn't break down and continued through the list.
Harry listened with the rest of the crowd, helping Draco to keep Valen from wanting to get down and crawl, and from screeching into the quiet.
Draco's hair had been pulled out of its tie, and his clothes were rumpled and slobbered on. He was more than ready to go by the time the minute of silence was up.
There were a few more parting words from Scrimgeour before everyone began getting to their feet.
Harry could already see reporters waiting where it was roped off. He sighed and turned to face their friends. "Everyone's still meeting up at our place for dinner tomorrow, right?" he asked.
"Of course, Harry," said Mrs Weasley, patting his arm.
"And, Mum, you've got to bring the pudding," said George. "It's not Christmas without that."
"Yes, yes, I know," said Mrs Weasley, gathering up the few half-full boxes of tissue that she had brought to hand out.
Draco eyed the reporters, not in the mood to deal with them and trying to figure a way quickly through.
Valen was still behaving rather excitedly and Harry was thinking the exact thing Draco was. "I think we're just going to have to run for it," he said.
"Wish I could just hex them all," Draco muttered, but nodded.
Harry nodded as well. "See all you lot tomorrow," he said, taking Draco's right hand.
Hermione and Ron were taking her mother home and would be going home themselves later.
Everyone said their goodbyes and Harry and Draco began towards the fireplaces lined up on the wall. Questions were thrown at them immediately and photos were taken by the dozens. Harry ignored it all, doing his best to manoeuvre his way through the sea of people with cameras and quills.
Draco did his best to shield their child from the crowd but Valen started to cry before they made it to the nearest fireplace. He actually did threaten to hex one reporter when the man stuck his camera in Valen's face and took a picture of the child crying.
"Fucking arseholes," Harry muttered when they'd finally made it home. He'd wanted to throttle the man, and a few others.
Draco nodded, rocking back and forth, trying to soothe the confused child. "Maybe if you fed him," he said. "He might calm down."
Harry held out his arms for the baby, nodding.
Valen was whimpering instead of shouting now and immediately tugged on Harry's shirt.
"Come on, love," Harry said in a quiet voice to Valen, nodding for Draco to follow as he moved into the sitting room across from the entrance hall. He spelled his shirt and robe away and settled himself on the sofa with the baby.
Draco dropped onto the sofa next to him, head falling back with a groan.
"I know," Harry said, turning his head to his husband.
"I should buy the Prophet and fire that bloke with the camera," Draco said, eyes closed.
Harry let out a small laugh. "Could I watch?" he asked, turning eyes on their son, whose own eyes were a little red.
"You can even be the one to fire him if you like," Draco said, smiling slightly at the idea.
Harry snorted again. "Really though," he said. "What makes them think it's all right to stick a camera in a baby's face and shout in his ears?"
"Vultures," Draco sighed. "And after all that crap they printed about us splitting up. Better not have anything like that tomorrow."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't plan on leaving the Manor," he said.
"I suppose we could refuse to read the paper tomorrow," Draco sighed.
"Oh, you mean in the paper," Harry said in understanding. "I don't know why our personal lives are so interesting in the first place. I couldn't care less about anyone else shagging or married or any of that."
Draco smiled at that. "You have always been news," he said. "They even listed your name in the Prophet when you started Hogwarts."
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I have always been in the paper," he said. "And I was told by Hermione as soon as I met her how many books I was in." He smiled in amusement.
Draco realised it was quiet and looked over to see Valen passed out with his mouth open against Harry's chest. "Do you want me to carry him?" he asked. "I think it is time for bed."
Harry smiled up at his husband. "If you want," he said. "I'm not big enough for my back to be killing me yet."
Draco groaned as he got to his feet, more tired than he realised. He leaned over and gathered the little boy into his arms, using the silver arm to take most the weight. "Come on, my hero," he said to his husband.
Harry got to his feet as well, smiling at Draco's words as he made his way upstairs with him.
In their room, the blond laid the baby in his cot and then fell into the bed with a moan. "Take my clothes off for me?" he asked, smiling up at Harry.
Harry grinned, stripping Draco with his magic before stripping his own trousers, shoes and socks off and slipping into bed.
Draco shivered at the magic and then climbed sleepily under the covers. "It seems longer than a year," he said softly.
"I know," Harry agreed, pulling Draco against him. "There's just been so much."
Draco sighed contentedly in his lover's arms. "I can remember it all clearly enough but it does feel like it has been forever."
Harry nodded. "I know," he said again. "Even me and you."
"That has been years," Draco whispered, teasing him.
Harry smiled. "Sort of, I guess," he said. "I did wank over you."
Draco chuckled, remembering the untold number of times he'd wanked over Harry before finally kissing him.
Harry sighed contently, running fingers through Draco's hair. "I love you," he said quietly.
"Yes, I love you. Always, my lion," Draco said, drifting off in his lover's arms.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco's forehead. "Always," he whispered, closing his eyes as well.
Chapter Number/Total: 32/43
Chapter Title: Christmas Memorial
Words: 2335 Words
The month of December seemed to speed by. Soon, Christmas was very nearly upon them, which also meant the anniversary of the hundreds of deaths the previous year. It was difficult to think of Seamus, and Dennis, and it was especially hard on Hermione, who had never been given the opportunity to tell her father that she was getting married, and would not get to share with him anything about her new life and the family she would build.
There was going to be a public memorial service held in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Harry had been asked to be there, even though he would have gone anyway. Hermione picked up her mother to attend the memorial as well, and they all arrived at the Ministry by Floo. They met the Weasleys there in the very large crowd, even larger than it might have been under normal circumstances, as close Muggle family members were allowed to attend with the aide of Wizarding relatives.
Draco held Valen tight against him with his silver hand and his right held Harry's left. He was worried about the crowds exciting the infant. So much magic could easily overstimulate a sensitive like Valen.
Unsurprisingly, reporters covering the event moved close to Harry and Draco as soon as they arrived, but hadn't been much of a problem - yet. Harry hoped they had enough sense not to turn the entire thing into a big circus surrounding their relationship.
Valen squealed and babbled at the flashing cameras, reaching to try to take one from a reporter who got too close. Draco's hands were full, but he stepped back.
Harry gave the photographer a warning look, squinting from the quick, bright flashes of light.
"Come on now," said Sirius, who was also there, despite having been 'dead' during the actual attacks. "Give them some bloody breathing room." They snapped a few shots of him.
Draco let go of Harry's hand and reached to put his arm around his waist, gathering him closer. He never liked the crush of reporters when they went out.
The closer Harry and Draco moved to each other, the more flashes went off, and Harry pulled up the side of his robe to cover his face. They had their damn shot and he didn't want his presence to ruin everything else. Sirius, Remus and the others tried to block the reporters off, standing in front of the family.
With the help of their friends, they made their way to the staging area. At least the reporters were kept back by Ministry personnel then.
"They're like a bunch of sharks," said Ron, looking over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Harry sighed. "I know."
Hermione stood close next to her mother, who was looking, quite understandably, overwhelmed.
While the room continued to fill, the cracks of Apparition and the whooshing sounds of people arriving in fireplaces kept sounding throughout the Atrium. The Minister climbed the steps of the stage that had been erected and pressed his wand to his throat. "Fellow wizards and witches," his voice boomed over the crowd. The noise level in the room died down considerably until the only sounds were a last few pops and cracks. "And family," Scrimgeour added. "It is with great pride that I stand before you all today, in remembrance of those lost to us ...." He went on about the unity among wizards, the tragedy of the incident, and some about the war and the triumph over Lord Voldemort.
"And with that said," the Minister continued, his voice carrying a note of finality, "it is my pleasure to give you Harry Potter." He clapped and the crowd followed with their cheers and applause.
Harry took a deep breath, having actually grown pretty used to speaking in front of large crowds over the previous months. He didn't really think he was all that important to be giving so many speeches, but everyone always seemed to want him to do so. He gave Draco a chaste kiss before turning and heading up the stairs as well.
Scrimgeour nodded to Harry and moved back to give him his place at the podium. The noise died out again as Harry stepped up, opening his mouth.
Draco settled Valen on his knee, trying to get comfortable in the small wooden chairs set up for the families. Just as Harry opened his mouth, Valen yelled, "Dada!" into the quiet.
Harry smiled and there was a chuckle and some murmuring through the crowd. He took another breath, opening his mouth again. "What happened on this day a year ago was terrible - more than terrible," he began. "A tragedy in every sense of the word. It's not an easy thing to forget, because, it's not easy to forget sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, uncles and aunts, grandparents, friends. And it's hard, because we don't want to forget them in the slightest, and I know that it's hard not to think about what happened. But I don't think we're here to remember what happened to our friends and family. Well, we ... are here for that - in a sense, but what's really important is that we remember how amazing, and caring, and brave the people were that we lost.
"What were they like? What did they give? What did you love about them? Those are the things that mean something. Don't let them, as people, be swallowed by the way they were taken.
"I like to believe that, once we've made the full journey to the other side, we can look down on those we left behind. Do they want us consumed with thoughts of that night? Hatred for those that did it? Or would they want us to live on? To make a new life? I know what I would want.
"Yes, I remember that day, but more than that, I remember the people and what they meant to me - and still do. Let's carry them on with us, inside our hearts and minds, through stories of them, and fond memories. We can take them with us as we continue to rebuild our world." He nodded and stepped back.
There was applause and tears and Draco clapped his right hand on his thigh. His silver hand was busy trying to hold a squirming little boy. Draco looked fondly toward Hermione and her mother, acknowledging them with a nod.
There were tears in both Hermione's and her mother's eyes, and some flowing down their cheeks, but they smiled at Draco and hugged each other.
The Minister clapped Harry on the shoulder as he took another step back, making way for Head Auror, Edgar Barclay to speak. Harry headed back down the steps, taking his seat next to Draco and Valen.
Valen launched himself bodily at Harry, nearly managing to fall when Draco was caught by surprise. "Dada, dada," the baby yelled.
Harry smiled and laughed, taking Valen into his arms. "Shhh," he said. "I hear you."
"Harry, that was beautiful," said Hermione from his other side. He smiled at her and she kissed him on the cheek, hugging him.
Valen imitated her, giving Harry a big smack of a kiss on the other cheek.
She and Harry both laughed, Hermione wiping under her eyes with a tissue that Ron handed across to her.
Draco smiled, feeling happy despite the occasion that brought them there. It was hard to keep Valen calm and busy in such a crowd while they waited through the speeches. Then there was the reading of the list of the dead, which different people took turns at until they were all spoken.
Hermione was one of the people to read, and her voice caught as she read the name, "James Morgan Granger," but she didn't break down and continued through the list.
Harry listened with the rest of the crowd, helping Draco to keep Valen from wanting to get down and crawl, and from screeching into the quiet.
Draco's hair had been pulled out of its tie, and his clothes were rumpled and slobbered on. He was more than ready to go by the time the minute of silence was up.
There were a few more parting words from Scrimgeour before everyone began getting to their feet.
Harry could already see reporters waiting where it was roped off. He sighed and turned to face their friends. "Everyone's still meeting up at our place for dinner tomorrow, right?" he asked.
"Of course, Harry," said Mrs Weasley, patting his arm.
"And, Mum, you've got to bring the pudding," said George. "It's not Christmas without that."
"Yes, yes, I know," said Mrs Weasley, gathering up the few half-full boxes of tissue that she had brought to hand out.
Draco eyed the reporters, not in the mood to deal with them and trying to figure a way quickly through.
Valen was still behaving rather excitedly and Harry was thinking the exact thing Draco was. "I think we're just going to have to run for it," he said.
"Wish I could just hex them all," Draco muttered, but nodded.
Harry nodded as well. "See all you lot tomorrow," he said, taking Draco's right hand.
Hermione and Ron were taking her mother home and would be going home themselves later.
Everyone said their goodbyes and Harry and Draco began towards the fireplaces lined up on the wall. Questions were thrown at them immediately and photos were taken by the dozens. Harry ignored it all, doing his best to manoeuvre his way through the sea of people with cameras and quills.
Draco did his best to shield their child from the crowd but Valen started to cry before they made it to the nearest fireplace. He actually did threaten to hex one reporter when the man stuck his camera in Valen's face and took a picture of the child crying.
"Fucking arseholes," Harry muttered when they'd finally made it home. He'd wanted to throttle the man, and a few others.
Draco nodded, rocking back and forth, trying to soothe the confused child. "Maybe if you fed him," he said. "He might calm down."
Harry held out his arms for the baby, nodding.
Valen was whimpering instead of shouting now and immediately tugged on Harry's shirt.
"Come on, love," Harry said in a quiet voice to Valen, nodding for Draco to follow as he moved into the sitting room across from the entrance hall. He spelled his shirt and robe away and settled himself on the sofa with the baby.
Draco dropped onto the sofa next to him, head falling back with a groan.
"I know," Harry said, turning his head to his husband.
"I should buy the Prophet and fire that bloke with the camera," Draco said, eyes closed.
Harry let out a small laugh. "Could I watch?" he asked, turning eyes on their son, whose own eyes were a little red.
"You can even be the one to fire him if you like," Draco said, smiling slightly at the idea.
Harry snorted again. "Really though," he said. "What makes them think it's all right to stick a camera in a baby's face and shout in his ears?"
"Vultures," Draco sighed. "And after all that crap they printed about us splitting up. Better not have anything like that tomorrow."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't plan on leaving the Manor," he said.
"I suppose we could refuse to read the paper tomorrow," Draco sighed.
"Oh, you mean in the paper," Harry said in understanding. "I don't know why our personal lives are so interesting in the first place. I couldn't care less about anyone else shagging or married or any of that."
Draco smiled at that. "You have always been news," he said. "They even listed your name in the Prophet when you started Hogwarts."
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I have always been in the paper," he said. "And I was told by Hermione as soon as I met her how many books I was in." He smiled in amusement.
Draco realised it was quiet and looked over to see Valen passed out with his mouth open against Harry's chest. "Do you want me to carry him?" he asked. "I think it is time for bed."
Harry smiled up at his husband. "If you want," he said. "I'm not big enough for my back to be killing me yet."
Draco groaned as he got to his feet, more tired than he realised. He leaned over and gathered the little boy into his arms, using the silver arm to take most the weight. "Come on, my hero," he said to his husband.
Harry got to his feet as well, smiling at Draco's words as he made his way upstairs with him.
In their room, the blond laid the baby in his cot and then fell into the bed with a moan. "Take my clothes off for me?" he asked, smiling up at Harry.
Harry grinned, stripping Draco with his magic before stripping his own trousers, shoes and socks off and slipping into bed.
Draco shivered at the magic and then climbed sleepily under the covers. "It seems longer than a year," he said softly.
"I know," Harry agreed, pulling Draco against him. "There's just been so much."
Draco sighed contentedly in his lover's arms. "I can remember it all clearly enough but it does feel like it has been forever."
Harry nodded. "I know," he said again. "Even me and you."
"That has been years," Draco whispered, teasing him.
Harry smiled. "Sort of, I guess," he said. "I did wank over you."
Draco chuckled, remembering the untold number of times he'd wanked over Harry before finally kissing him.
Harry sighed contently, running fingers through Draco's hair. "I love you," he said quietly.
"Yes, I love you. Always, my lion," Draco said, drifting off in his lover's arms.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco's forehead. "Always," he whispered, closing his eyes as well.