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For Summery, warnings, spoilers and disclaimers see chapter one.
Chapter Thirty-seven: And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
(I know it’s a bit corny, but it’s King Louis…)
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"Can I have my present now?" Harry demanded eagerly as he pulled Remus behind him, practically bouncing into the room. Remus called in every ounce of self-control he managed to scrape up just so he would not copy Harry in his childish enthusiasm. Someone had to play the grown up part here, and Remus had learned quite early in his relationship that as much as he'd like to goof around, he could never match the fire and heady youthfulness of his lover.
"Eager much, are we?" Remus answered pleasantly, trying to hide his smirk, but Harry was not in the least fazed,
"Yes! You've been stringing me along all day!" He cried accusatory at Remus, who raised his hands in submission. Truth be told, it was high time he finally gave Harry his present, especially after the rather disastrous party they had just left. Harry had been right; Molly did throw the party in Neville's honour rather than in Harry's.
It hurt Remus to learn how deep the woman's disapproval and prejudice ran, letting her forget all those times where her maternal instincts were kicking in to defend the poor and loveless Harry. It seemed to Remus that all those years of caring were erased in a heart beat just because she didn’t think he was good enough for her adoptive boy. Of course Remus would have much preferred it if she turned her malice directly against him, he would have been able to deal with it more adequately, he knew his own mother after all and she had given him plenty of love while she was alive, even after he was bitten, but Harry had only one maternal figure in his life (because from what Remus could remember thinking back of Jaime and Lily, there was no mothering going around…), and that maternal figure was turning her back at him- on his birthday no less.
Molly also declared war on Hermione, who proved to be just as stubborn as Molly. After her little 'hunger-strike' stunt, Molly was prepared to forgive and forget (especially when Neville showed up at dinner all sheepish and thoroughly ashamed and she couldn’t very well stay mad at someone who just lost the last of his blood relatives), but Hermione- the little wench, snuck out and got her and Draco some fish and chips from the shop on the corner and they ate them quite ostentatiously in the library. Of course what Molly didn't know was that Draco did not go down without a fight and only consented to try the gooey, greasy mess when he failed to unlock Remus' chocolate stash and the hunger just chased away his pride.
And so, by the time Harry and Neville's birthdays rolled in, Molly was no longer on speaking terms with about half the residents of the house, and since she was the main source of food supply to the household, things indeed got dire. Molly didn’t dare to bring the situation to Dumbledore's attention, claiming the old man had far too much on his plate at the moment, and Harry refused to let yet another manipulative adult take charge of his life. As far as he was concerned, this was his hovel, but as much as he hated the house and all the gloomy memories of Sirius' entrapment in it, he still dared not going outside.
The rumours of increased Death-Eaters activities were leaking through the walls it seemed and the internal war inside Grimmauld Place was nothing compared to the madness that was going on outside. The Prophet, no longer under the crushing thumb of the Ministry of Magic, was publishing the attacks daily; the WWN was also joining in the carnival and broadcasting the chaos. Remus was beginning to think that maybe the Minister should have put his foot down and stop the rumours becoming facts, like he did before because inevitably that only fuelled the forces of evil and pretty much did half of Voldemort's work for him, creating further panic with minimum hassle on his part.
Ron, true to his motherly heritage, hadn't changed his mind as of yet, and was still, rather stubbornly, not talking to Harry. Only now-a-days, Harry didn't seem to mind as much. Remus watched the drama unfold before his eyes and he knew that if Ron didn’t come to his senses soon, he would not only lose Harry as his best friend (because at this moment Harry was still willing to forgive and accept Ron back, but that state of benevolence wasn’t going to last forever), but he was going to lose Harry to his most hated enemy. Ron's discovery and the cold shoulder treatment that followed left an opening in the 'best mate' niche into which Draco had glided with all his grace and finesse and if Ron didn’t wake up soon, Harry was going to and realize that he didn't need Ron anymore. Remus thought it a shame, since he truly believed that seven years of friendship, forged with hair-raising, blood chilling adventures would prevail over an accident Harry had no control over.
"Sit on the bed, there's something I need to ask you." Harry flopped gracelessly on the bed, looking at Remus with such shining eyes it made the older man feel quite self-conscious, especially when he considered what he was about to ask Harry. Remus took a deep breath and sat down next to his anticipating lover, trying not to gulp too consciously and ignoring the feel of wanting to loosen his collar a bit.
“Is everything alright?” Remus’ odd behaviour was finally penetrating through the happy haze of Harry’s brain. For some reason Remus didn’t look half as excited as he was,
“Yes. Harry, I know I was difficult in coming to terms with our relationship,” Remus said in a low voice, not daring to look Harry in the eye and twisting the hem of the blanket, “It was just so hard to believe that I got Jaime back…” Harry felt the cold fingers of fear starting to brush over his skin,
“Remus, what are you saying?” He asked slowly, hoping beyond hope that nothing that was going on outside of this room was going to shake Remus’ belief in them,
“Just that I love you, so much…” Harry’s eyes widened, his breath became shallow. He jumped up from the bed and started to pace the room, not sure whether he should feel rage, fear, disappointment or hurt,
“Oh, good gods, you’re dropping me! Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true,” He shook his finger at the stunned Remus, continuing his pacing and babbling, “How could I have been so stupid, thinking you’d actually want someone like me… But, damn that’s the worst birthday gift ever! And that includes Uncle Vernon’s mouldy and foul socks!” When Harry stopped for a breath Remus saw his opportunity and jumped to his feet, grabbing the young man by the shoulders and leading him back to the bed,
“Harry, relax!” He ordered in a firm tone, not letting Harry open his mouth to say anything more, “I never said I was going to break up with you.” He assured the boy, who visibly relaxed at that. Harry gave Remus a suspicious look, not letting himself relax completely in case Remus sprang a new horror on him,
“Then why are you so serious?” He asked in an insecure, insulted voice, as if Remus was feeding his fears intentionally,
“Because I…” Remus sighed and sat down next to his counterpart, “Because I’m worried you’ll say no.” He admitted in a small voice, feeling every bit the teenager he was when Jaime left him. He hated feeling that way and vowed to himself never to let anyone see him so vulnerable. But it seemed that getting his Jaime back brought over all the insecurity with it, and even though Remus hated to admit it, he was dead scared that Harry would up and leave him again, and this time he’d have lots more reasons for it as well.
“Say no to what?” Now Harry was really intrigued. It felt like his stomach was fluttering with anxiety and hope, and the conversation he had with Draco that afternoon rushed back in his brain tenfold. Remus took Harry’s hand in his, stroking the knuckles and fixing his eyes on them,
“To me asking for your hand.” He mumbled and the little fluttering in Harry’s stomach turned into a whole flock of Monarch butterflies taking off inside him. He pulled his hands to his face, covering his mouth, Remus looked up startled into the sparkling green eyes,
“Oh, sweet Merlin’s dildo… Draco was right, you do want to marry me…” Remus smiled softly, glad that Harry was taking this quite well, at least he wasn’t running out of the room screaming…
“Yes, I do. But not right now.” Harry stopped his little sway of happiness and looked at Remus with narrowed eyes, he might be young and uncultured in the ways of the world but wasn’t asking for someone’s hand a sign you wanted to marry that person? “I was thinking of a hand-fastening.”
“What’s that?” Harry blurted out, completely confused. He saw the gleam in Remus eye that signalled the shifting to ‘professor mode’ and tried to hide his smile,
“It is actually an ancient form of magic that binds two people in love.”
“So it is marriage.”
“In a way, in the old days it certainly was the main form of marriage but now a days most magical people prefer the muggle way and simply exchange vows and register at the ministry. Only old, pure-blooded families still practice the hand-fastening ritual.” Harry nodded seriously, finding himself once again being drawn by Remus’ almost hypnotic voice. He just loved to hear him explaining things.
“Why?” The question tumbled off his lips so naturally, eager to have Remus reveal his knowledge,
“Because it’s less constricting. Now days people don’t believe in ‘ever after’ and sharing power.”
“Sharing power?” Remus nodded, this was actually fun. He couldn’t help it, he loved coming across as the knowledgeable one. And he loved how Harry was taking in all the information and looking at him wide-eyed and waiting for more. It was much more fun than trying to teach say, Hermione or Draco who always insisted they knew better than anyone else.
“Yes. Hand-fastening will result in power sharing between the two performing it. The magical power of both parties will increase as they are able to tap into each other’s magical core. They would also be able to feel each other’s emotions to a certain degree, therefore enhancing the pleasure they derive from each other. This was especially important in families that practiced arranged marriage where the spouses hardly knew each other before marriage.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“No, not at all. But it does require a high level of comity between the two people.” Harry nodded sombrely, taking it all in. It didn’t sound too bad to him, in fact it sounded… Fucking incredible! This way Remus would truly be his!
“So, you want to hand-fasten me?” Remus opened his mouth and shut it, not exactly sure how to answer that oddly phrased question,
“Er… Yes, and yes.”
“Huh?” Remus chuckled at Harry’s confused expression.
“Yes, I would love to be hand-fastened to you, and yes I wouldn’t mind at all hand-fastening you to… say the bed…” It took Harry a couple of seconds to catch on, but when he did he gave Remus a haughty look,
“Not with that cheeky attitude you won’t!” Remus laughed, feeling like a load had just come off his shoulders, Harry still hasn’t said a final yes, but as least he was still here, and making jokes!
“So, what’s your answer? I can’t give you anything other than myself.” Harry smiled,
“I never asked for anything else. But are you really okay with it?” He asked quietly but it seemed that Remus wasn’t really listening to him,
“I would understand if it’s too much for you… There are so many reasons why you shouldn’t accept my offer and if you won’t than I shall… OUCH!” He cried and rubbed his forehead, looking quite affronted at Harry for flicking it, “What the hell was that for?”
“That’s what you’re going to get every time you doubt your own worth. Now let’s try this again,” He said calmly at Remus who was still rubbing his forehead, looking like an admonished little child, “You’re willing to tie yourself to me?” Remus sighed and lowered his hand,
“When Jaime left me I knew that I would never love anyone again. I’ve never let anyone get close to me. I’ve always used my lycanthropy as a shield of sorts. It sounds funny when I say it but it’s true.” Remus was fumbling with the blanket again, feeling strange finally admitting these things even to himself. “I suppose in a way I hid behind the wolf so that I won’t get hurt. Leave them before they have a chance to find out what I really was. But Jaime… Jaime was particularly stubborn and he somehow managed to get past all my defences.” Harry smiled, it was actually funny the way Remus kept switching between Jaime and him, sometimes referring to them as one and sometimes as two separate entities. It made Harry feel like he had a twin, someone that was him and yet not entirely so. Remus looked up, his golden eyes boring into Harry’s, “And now you’re back, and I could never let anyone else into my heart, so… I might as well make it count, you understand?”
“Yes.” Remus sagged a little with relief,
“Good, because this can be a little mind-boggling.” Harry smiled again, taking Remus’ face in his hands and bringing them closer,
“No, silly. Yes, of course I’ll hand-fasten with you!” He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to Remus’ quirking lips, “This is the best birthday present ever!” He cried out triumphantly and Remus smiled wider. Harry bounced on the bed, rubbing his hands gleefully, “So, what do we do?” Remus cleared his throat, thoroughly caught in his lover’s enthusiasm, but in his own quiet and subdued way,
“This spell is very old, it comes from the days of yore, when… What?” He asked suspiciously when Harry bit his lip in amusement,
“Nothing, I just love hearing you say things like, ‘days of yore’ it makes you sound so… sophisticated, and schooled…” He leaned forward with shining eyes and Remus shook his head fondly,
“Don’t start!” He warned with his finger pointed at Harry, “Anyway, this spell is ancient and is in Hebrew, it goes…” Before he could say anything more Harry lifted his hand,
“Wait, shouldn’t we be naked?”
“What for?” Remus asked confused, and Harry rolled his eyes, what for indeed… “The ceremony doesn’t call for nudity. In days of… in the old days, there were witnesses so being naked would have been a tad awkward.” Harry contemplated smacking Remus upside down the head, but he figured this would not be too conducive to getting them into the spirit of things, gods but Remus could be so thick sometimes…
“Yes, but I don’t see any witnesses around, and thank Merlin for that,” Harry said slowly in his most sarcastic tone, “And I fully intend on making the best out of our ‘wedding night’ so clothes are only going to be a hindrance.” Remus chuckled at that,
“You say I’m the horny one, but you can’t even think with your clothes on.” Harry gave him one of his brightest smiles,
“No, my sexy wolf, I can’t think with your clothes on.” Remus threw his head back and laughed joyfully. He just loved the way Harry made him feel like a randy teenager.
“You’re insatiable.” He accused him fondly, “Well, go on then, strip for me, my little hussy.” Harry jumped from the bed and quickly shed his garments. Remus looked at him with great amusement. Harry must have been especially eager tonight or he would have given Remus a proper show, something that he’d greatly improved on since the first time he was requested to a striptease. Once Harry was completely naked he walked over to Remus, who was still fully clothed and sat on the bed and started tugging softly at his clothes, his green eyes firmly fixed on the honeyed pools of his lover’s. Nimble fingers worked his shirt open, finger-pads softly stroking Remus’ skin, making the older man shiver slightly. Then Harry dropped to his knees and smiled seductively at his lover before he popped the button and lowered the zipper of his trousers.
“Stop teasing…” Remus begged hoarsely and Harry’s smile grew wider. He stood up and walked backwards a couple of steps, his hands raised before him. Remus rolled his eyes, “I said don’t tease, I didn’t say stop entirely.” He grumbled but finished undressing all the same. Once he was done, Harry jumped back on the bed, ready for them to move on. Remus smiled at him, feeling his heart flutter at the keen look on Harry’s face. So open and trusting, so… his. At times like these it was almost pathetic how grateful Remus was feeling.
“Ok, like I said, this spell is in Hebrew, so I’ll say it. Hold my hands.” Harry did as he was told and Remus took another deep breath, rehearsing in his mind all the little details of the ceremony. He summoned his wand to him and pressed his forehead gently to Harry’s, closing his eyes.
“Dodi yarad le’gano, le’arugot ha’bosem—lirot ba’ganim ve’lilkot shoshanim. Ani le’dodi ve’dodi li, ha’roe ba’shoshanim.”
Harry let the magic wash over him, listening to Remus’ melodic voice speaking words he didn’t know, the way Remus’ tongue wrapped around the foreign words made them sound like they were meant to be sang rather than spoken and Harry liked it a lot. He felt the warmth enveloping them both, bringing them closer together and he was pretty sure that if he opened his eyes he’d see them both glowing.
When Remus finished reciting his verses Harry gingerly opened his eyes. If they were glowing at one point it must have faded by now, but Harry was left feeling much more serene and peaceful, and he didn’t even care that they were only sitting on the bed holding hands. At long last he decided to crack an eye open,
“Did it work?” He asked in a hushed voice, and Remus lazily opened his eyes, smiling. He lifted Harry’s right hand to his face, and Harry’s breath caught in his chest. On his right wrist, surrounding it like a bracelet was a shimmering Celtic-knot-work like, “It’s so beautiful…” He whispered and launched himself on Remus, tackling him back on the bed and kissing him with much gusto. Remus returned the kiss, feeling more complete than he’d felt in ages. Harry’s insistent rocking against his pelvis was causing Remus to go light-headed with need.
Pulling back from Harry’s lips with some reluctance he managed to whisper a spell before he tossed his wand aside. Harry’s eyes glazed over and he winced slightly at the alien feeling of his anus being stretched and lubricated without being penetrated. It somewhat surprised him, as he didn’t even know such a spell existed.
“Sorry,” Remus murmured against his neck, “I didn’t think I’d have lasted doing it the traditional way.” The murmured voice broke Harry’s daze and he smiled wantonly with the realization of what exactly the spell was meant for hit him. Before Remus had a chance to move them to a more comfortable position Harry rose to his knees and pulling Remus’ face in for a long kiss he carefully and deliberately impaled himself.
The two shared a hearty moan at the feeling and almost immediately began to rock together. Remus’ hands were roaming all over Harry’s sweat-slicked back, trying to get as much contact as possible, while his mouth was happily devouring Harry’s. He thought he could feel magical tendrils swirling around them, making the hair at the back of his neck stand on end. He loved the feeling, it reminded him that he and Harry were now joined at a higher level than just physical.
Harry, on his part, kept his hands locked tight around Remus’ neck, doing his best to hold on against the erratic thrusts. It felt so good to feel Remus inside him again. Every time he let Remus do that he felt like the luckiest man alive. The way Remus would lavish attention and affection on different parts of him always made Harry want to sob with gratitude, and tonight… Tonight he was Remus’ whole and complete.
“Do you know what this reminds me of?” He asked breathlessly, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his entire being soaring with emotion.
“What?” Remus grunted, not wholly interested in having a conversation just then,
“The first time we… Oh gods yes!” Harry cried and bounced a little harder when Remus’ cock hit his prostate just as Remus’ fingers twisted his nipple, causing explosions of desire flare all over his body, “Made love…” He finished with a soft whimper, begging Remus to repeat his actions, which his lover gladly did, along with a generous bite to Harry’s neck,
“Mmm, all that’s missing is a Gryffindor tie…” Remus chuckled softly, knowing too well that it would make Harry’s day that he still remembered that. Of course, Remus would never be able to forget how wholly Harry gave himself to him that night and every time he remembered his body started shivering and his cock twitched with interest. Harry grinned happily at the answer,
“I have one in my trunk…” He offered, his eyes twinkling, and Remus chuckled again, not that he minded much tying his lover to the bed again, but he seriously doubted either of them was still able to get hold of the tie and play with it right now.
“Up for a little summoning?” He asked and brushed Harry’s prostate again, making the young man’s eyes go slightly askew. Harry panted and shook his head, not really registering what was the question anymore as he felt Remus’ hand on his cock, bringing him quickly to completion. He exploded between them, covering his and his bond-mate’s chests with his release, clenching hard around Remus’ and bringing the wolf down with a mighty growl.
Harry pressed his forehead to Remus’, breathing hard and flushed. He didn’t want the feeling of fullness to end, and clenched around Remus’, ensuring his cock would not slip out of his channel before Harry was ready to release him. Whenever he thought about what took place that night he smiled. Looking down at his right wrist and seeing that shimmering band made him grin wider, assuring him that was not just a dream.
“How long will these last?” He asked, rotating his wrist and smiling as the band’s shine seemed to shift and glow with the room’s light. Truth be told, he didn’t want them to go away at all. In fact, he knew that by tomorrow all of his friends were going to see them, even Ron and Molly.
“Until we decide to break it up.” Remus said quietly, the post-coitus bliss making his eyes drop and his voice low and sleepily seductive, “But don’t worry, no one but us can see them. Unless we tap into each other’s magic.” Harry’s shoulders slumped a little at that, his brilliant plan to boast and glow in front of everyone crushed before it even had a chance to take place, but he didn’t really care, as long as he and Remus could see the bands and know they’re real.
“And what about these?” Harry asked, tracing a small symbol on Remus’ upper thigh with wonder. He hadn’t really noticed these before but the flush of colour caught his eye when Remus shifted his leg a bit. The symbol wasn’t a defined shape as far as Harry could tell, to him it looked like some Chinese letter surrounded by a circle. He’d have to examine it more closely, when he wasn’t feeling so lethargic and sated.
“That too would go if we decide to split. But it’s like a tattoo in a way, anyone could see it. I guess that’s why it showed up in a place not many people would see it.” He tried to sound as if he knew what he was talking about but in fact Remus had no idea this would happen. The shimmering bands, yes, he knew all about how they were going to appear to all for a minute or so after the bonding charm was complete, and then remain only for the eyes of the couple but he didn’t really know he’d regain yet another mark to share with Harry. He didn’t really mind, though.
“Good,” Harry murmured, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on Remus’ lips, “That means you’re not going anywhere.”
“Not if we keep this position for much longer,” Remus chuckled, “My legs are getting all cramped.” Harry pulled back, his face a mask of concern and his eyes shining with mischief,
“Oh, sorry,” He simpered in mock sympathy, moving backward and closing his eyes briefly as he felt Remus’ cock slipping from him, “I forgot that you’re an old man and should be treated with care…” Remus’ eyes narrowed and his mouth quirked with a smile he tried to hide. Harry couldn’t help but giggle at the look on Remus’ face and scampered further along the bed, moving away from Remus, but he didn’t get very far before his wolf pounced at him,
“I’ll show you old man, cheeky brat!” Remus growled and Harry shrieked with laughter and squirmed wildly when his sensitive sides were attacked by his lover’s nimble fingers.
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When Remus opened his eyes he was smiling. He looked down at his beautiful lover, which was now his… spouse? And his smile grew wider. Harry was still fast asleep, his face turned away from Remus and his chest rising and falling steadily. Remus watched the slumbering boy and his eyes fell on his own arm, wrapped protectively over the lean torso of Harry, the Celtic like knot-work band shimmering in the morning light around his wrist. The band that made him Harry’s and Harry’s his, that band that made them one. Remus could feel a bubbly happy feeling spreading from the pit of his stomach to the rest of him. No regrets, none whatsoever, just complete awe and adoration for the man in his arms. Harry stirred and stretched languidly, burrowing further into the warm body beside him. Remus pressed a soft kiss to the youth’s temple and Harry smiled in his sleep.
“Wake up, Green Eyes.” Remus whispered and Harry let out a small whine,
“Don’ wanna.”
“Come on, Cailean,” Remus prompted, “We’ll go down to breakfast and then come back up here and slouch in bed all day long.” Harry turned his face, still keeping his eyes firmly closed and rubbed his face in his lover’s chest, not entirely convinced at the wisdom of the proffered plan,
“Why do we have to go down at all?” He grumbled, his voice muffled by Remus’ body, causing the older man to squirm a little at the puffs of air ghosting over his skin,
“Because I’m hungry and if I know anything about you, I know you’re going to keep me busy for a long time and I need the energy.” Remus explained gravely, as if the thought of all that activeness was making him tired already. Harry sighed into Remus’ chest, it just felt too good to be just held and caressed and cared for.
“Alright, a quick breakfast and after that we’re straight back here.” He pulled himself out of Remus’ warm arms, rolling over and getting up from the bed. Remus took a moment to appraise the form of his lover stretching, watching the muscles dance on Harry’s back,
“Wouldn’t dream of stalling.” He muttered, doing his best to sound unimpressed but Harry could tell his mate was excited even without turning around. He shot Remus a smile over his shoulder, wriggling his arse a little for his lover’s benefit and strode into the en-suite bathroom.
Remus took his time, stretching lazily on the bed, feeling like a big cat with the world’s biggest cream vat at his disposal. Before he could force his muscles into action Harry bounded back from the loo and jumped on top of his lover, causing all the wind to be pushed out of Remus’ lungs in a loud ‘whoosh’. He looked at the grinning face of Harry,
“What?” Harry leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially in Remus’ ear,
“We got married last night.” He smiled wide and Remus rolled his eyes, he didn’t really think it was time to correct Harry on his statement, nor did he want to, “You’re my mate now.” Harry grinned and rose from Remus’ chest. Much to Remus’ amusement he actually started bouncing on the bed, like a three years old child, causing Remus to wobble none too gently from side to side.
“Werewolves don’t have mates.” Remus argued with a smile, Harry stopped his bouncing long enough to fix Remus with a glare,
“But wolves do and you’re mine.”
“Yes, that I am.” Remus agreed and Harry bounced even higher, lifting his arms over his head and spinning around every time his feet left the groaning mattress. Remus watched his laughing lover for a while before he reached out and snatched Harry in mid-jump causing him to fall messily on top of him,
“Breakfast, lover. Now.” He growled low and Harry couldn’t stop a small giggle, Remus was just so good at the whole ‘Alpha male’ gig, and it never failed to arouse Harry.
Together they got dressed in light summer robes before they headed to the kitchen. Remus could feel Harry was very close to bursting and he knew their secret would not stay their own for long. But he didn’t really mind, after the horrible way certainpeople have been treating Harry all summer he was quite looking forward to rubbing it in their faces.
When they entered the kitchen Harry immediately caught Draco’s eye and he couldn’t stop the grin from spreading on his face at the cocked eyebrow from the blond. Draco grinned back and gave him the thumbs-up, which caused Harry to blush a little, and Remus to roll his eyes.
But before Harry and Remus had even managed to take a step towards their seats the grate erupted in green flames and out stepped a grave looking Dumbledore. As soon as Harry’s saw his mentor’s face he knew something was wrong. He grabbed Remus’ hand without even realizing it and clenched his jaw, trying to draw comfort and courage from his mate. He just knew bad news was coming their way from the fact that Dumbledore’s blue eyes were not twinkling anymore. Harry felt his breath hitching in his chest and a bitter feeling rising in him, it was just so unfair that he got so little time to enjoy the most important thing in his life.
Dumbledore looked around the room, all of its occupants staring right back at him, with various degrees of fear and trepidation written all over their faces. He sighed, how he wished he didn’t have to say what he came to say. How he wished things could have been different.
“Ladies, gentlemen, I bring grave news. We are at war.”
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A/N: I suppose I could have gone and try to find something in Latin but then all you Latin speakers (Yes, yes I know you’re hiding out there…) would start going on and on about how shitty my Latin is, and they would be right because frankly, I don’t speak it. But I do speak Hebrew, and quite well, so you can’t give me grief over it, and that’s why I decided to go with it, besides, the ‘song of songs’ is a really neat text- though a tad bit stalkish/obsessive…
Just because I know you’re not going to go and open a bible (I don’t blame you, I didn’t either, just surfed the net…) I included a translation to the verses. It’s from the- www. jewishvirtuallibrary. org, so those aren’t even my words…
'My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'
‘Days of yore’ is one of my favourite phrases, too bad it never seem right in a conversation…
Don’t you just love to hear Remus explaining things…?
What Remus didn’t explain is that if they chose to break up, they don’t have to break their hand-fastening. They could still marry other people (though that would probably give a whole new meaning to the term mythological ex…), but they could not hand-fasten to another while they’re still bonded.
Blimey, this Author’s note is longer than the actual chapter…
Don’t worry, it’s not over yet. Just a little cliff hanger.