In Letters.....

Rufus was a God send and had taken care of everything. He had made the calls, made the arrangements, and even got Petunia’s ok to hold the wake at Number Four. Harry had no idea how he had done it and from the amount of time he spent with Hermione, Ginny, and Isis, he hadn’t done it alone.

It had been 7 days since Kris had died. And in those 7 days Rosilynn had thrived. She had been checked over by Poppy two days before and not a thing was wrong. She was gaining weight, had a tight grip and was quiet and content most of the time. Harry and Draco adored her, she was their blessing.

Now as he sat on the hard wooden pew in the church he and Kris had attended for years, Harry would rather be any place else. Draco sat beside him, their fingers laced together, leaning into his side. And Rosilynn was in his arms, sound asleep. He listened as people in Kris’ life spoke of her. They had no idea who she really was he realized and maybe he should open their eyes a bit.

When his name was called, he stood taking Rosilynn with him. They all starred at him, no one knew who he was or why he was even there. But he stepped up to the microphone and looked out at them all.

“ Some of you may know me as Ace, some of you may not know who I am at all. But Kris and I met in this church when I was 7 and became fast friends. We lived across the street from each other and she took care of me because no one else seemed to want too. Then I was excepted to a school up north and we talked on the phone everyday. She was my sister and I love her more then I thought possible. This little girl here, Rosilynn, had a very violent start. “

Harry paused and shifted the baby to his shoulder. They were all just starring at him blankly again. They had no idea.

“ She didn’t tell any of you did she ? Not about the rape or the baby or anything. She never told you because you would’ve judged her and I never did. I acted all silly with her, loved her for her. It all makes so much sense now Kris. Your right, their not worth it. “ Harry laughed “ They are not worth the effort of an explanation. Rest baby, rest. We’re going to be ok. “

Harry then walked away and sat back down beside Draco putting his hand on his thigh. This was all that mattered now. Not the people starring at him as if he’d grown another head. Not Kris’ step mother who was glaring daggers at them and not even the funeral it self. Kris would’ve wanted him to be happy and under the dull ache of losing her, he was happy.

As everything wound down and they move out to stand grave side, Harry let all the happy stuff wash over him. Kris had taken him to get a new pair of glasses right before he left for Hogwarts and a new pair of winter boots, they had laughed a lot that day. She had made it so that he could take gymnastics, karate and self defense classes. They sometimes had stayed up until dawn watching movies and eating junk food until they had made themselves sick. But above that, she loved him. It didn’t matter that he was a wizard all that mattered to Kris was his happiness.

“ Lord Potter, would you like to say anything ? “

Harry looked up, smile still firmly in place and he laughed. They were all starring at him again and he was starting to wonder if he really was worth starring at. Handing Rosilynn to her papa, Harry stepped closer to the grave.

“ You loved me. You cared for me. You let me do as I wanted, even if I did have to sneek out to do it. Thank you, for everything. My Krissy. “

And with that the bishop nodded and Harry lowed Kris into the ground. And they all just starred. Then he saw her, standing there by Kris’ grave, the women that he hoped wouldn’t show up. But with the promise of Kris’ estate, with the promise of the money that Franklyn Smyth had left his only daughter, the bitch would show up. But Harry knew quite a lot that she didn’t and on the few occasions that they had met they’d gotten into shouting matches. He knew that today would be no different.

“ Mrs. Haywood-Smyth, how are you ? “

“ That is a silly question. Now, the wake is being held where ? “

“ My aunt and uncles, across the street from Kris’. “

Again everyone starred as the pair spoke coolly to each other. It was no secrete that the Bitch Lady and Kris did not get along and never had. It had gone as far as her father buying Number 7 when Kris was16 just to get the girl out from under the women’s thumb. Harry hated this woman as much as Kris, if not more. But a fight at his sister’s grave side was not going to happen.

So, Harry stepped back and pulled himself up to full height. With his mask of indifference firmly in place he starred down his nose at the short women that he had been fighting with since he was 9.

“ If you’ll excuse me, I have to be going. I have a house full already. “

Before The Bitch Lady could reply, Harry spun around and took Draco’s out stretched hand. He just wanted the day to be over. He just wanted to go to bed and stay in bed for the rest of the day. He wanted to give his mind a break and think of nothing and just let himself rest. But no, they had a wake to get to and he had to at least act pleasant.

Pulling Draco behind a large oak, Harry blinked them to the kitchen of Number 4.

“ How was it ? “ Petunia asked

“ It was nice. The Bitch Lady is here though, Kris step mum. I hate that women, always have and always will. We’ve got maybe 20 minutes before people start showing up and I don’t want them here. But they have to be, it’s a wake. We’re going to change and put Ros down, we’ll be back down. “

Petunia just nodded and fussed with the napkins. The wake was being held in the back yard because Kris loved being outside. They had the music she listened to on the stereo and all her favorite foods. The windows were thrown wide, the doors stood open, and the day was just beginning.

When the first people arrived Harry and Draco walked down the stairs and were given funny looks. No longer in their suits, they wore matching blue jeans and black polo’s like the rest of the Core. They didn’t care what other people thought; Kris would’ve wanted them to be comfortable. She had hated the stuffy social types that her step mother had forced her to associate with. So, the suits had to go.

They had all agreed that it would be best that Petunia greet everyone, Harry was still not at the point where he felt he could stay pleasant with strangers. There weren’t very many people at all, maybe 30, it hadn’t taken long for Petunia to figure out that it was only family and a few close friends that had been invited. But as she picked up bits and pieces of conversations, her face went sour. They were all talking about the girl’s estate. They all wanted to know who had gotten Kris’ estate. They honestly didn’t care about how she died or what she had gone through, they wanted the money. Petunia, well, she wanted them all out of her house.

Greeting the last person kindly, she turned up the stairs to collect Rosilynn who she knew was awake. She knew where to find the girl’s lawyer and Rufus was already out back with the Core. It was all simple really, all she had to do was get the man to read the will and everyone would leave.

Carefully picking up Rosilynn, Petunia made her way out back. The sneer that settled on her face had Harry’s leg bouncing as she spoke to the lawyer. She was up to something, she was always up to something and Harry had a feeling that he was going to end up in a shouting match with someone today. When Beverly Haywood-Smyth was involved, well so was shouting. He hated to shout.

“ Ladies and Gentlemen, in overhearing most of the conversations while in the hall, I have decided that I don’t want any of you in my house. All you care about is the will and who she left everything to. So, let’s just get it out of the way so my nephew can grieve without an audience. Please Mr. Burns. “

Petunia stepped away smirking and sat down beside Harry.

“ You are always up to something. “ Harry whispered

“ Yes, it would seem so. Now listen to the poor sod so these ass holes will leave. I’ve had enough. “ Petunia whispered back

Harry just turned back to the lawyer and grinned. Oh, he loved his aunt, he really did. If she had gone to Hogwarts, she would’ve been a Slytherin and one of the better ones. She was something else.

“ Yes, well, this isn’t that way that it is normally done but it’ll do. I need Lord Harrison J. Potter and Lord Draco T. Malfoy please. “

Harry sighed and stood as Draco did. This was it, the shit was going to hit the fan.

“ Oh, you don’t look like Lords of anything. “ The man said softly

“ Looks are most times deceiving. I am heir to two of the richest estates in the world, Draco the third. Soon, the three estates will be made one. We choose to live modestly, not to flaunt what we have. “ Harry said evenly

“ Oh, I see. Yes, well here we are then. “

Draco took Harry’s hand as he read over the short sweet and to the point will that Kris had left. Naturally, they had gotten it all. The house, the car, the bank roll. But in the out raged cries and shouts it didn’t matter because they had more then that.

“ This is an outrage ! “ The Bitch Lady shouted “ How can she do that ?! She can’t do that ! “

“ Mrs.Haywood-Smyth, she can and she did. Nothing can be done, she had the paperwork pushed. This is final and binding. Sign this please. “ Mr.Burns said

The man handed the will the Harry along with a pen. Using Draco’s back, Harry quickly signed and Draco did the same. Handing the will back to the lawyer, Harry looked at the one woman that he never wanted to see again in his life and smirked.

“ Get out. “ He growled

The Bitch Lady just stood there and crossed her arms. Harry did the same.

“ Don’t make me physically remove you Beverly. Think that I won’t. “

“ And then I can press charges. Such a nasty thing you are, she always did pick up strays. Never did learn how to keep your mouth shut and mind your own business. “

“ Kris was my business. Every time you made her cry. Every time you slapped her for sticking up for herself. Every nasty thing you ever called her. It was my business, because at 9 when we started these spats, she was the only one who loved me. I love her, for who she was and not who she wasn’t. She was all I needed and she was never good enough for you. Now she’s dead Bev, she won’t disappoint you any more. Just get out, I never want to lay eyes on you again. “

“ This is not over Potter, not at all. I will have this overturned and that baby quicker then you can blink. “

“ That is where you are so very wrong. You won’t even be able to find out Rosilynn’s full name let alone touch her. I have connections that would blow your mind and you won’t get anywhere near the money. Things are being taken care of as we speak. No, she won. Get. Out. “
The Bitch Lady huffed and quickly left, many others right behind her. It was odd the way that most muggles chased the money and waited for people to die just to get their hands on it. And then when it wasn’t passed to them in buckets they got all pissy about it. It made him sick and the more he thought about it the sicker he got. Kris had actually grown up around these people and this is what she got ? Bitterness and greed ?

“ Angel I know that we’re loaded but this has to be said. Why is it that it has to be this way ? Why is it that the will is the first thing that people think about ? I don’t, because in my life there are very few people that I let get close enough to love and they always end up dead. Rufus handed me the will and yeah I read it and sent it in because it was what my Krissy wanted. She didn’t want her father’s estate to go to the bitch. She wanted it to be cherished and valued. I even told her that I didn’t need it and I got it anyway. Shit the last 7 days have been hell. The paperwork and the phone calls and the rest of the bull shit that goes right along with it. Then there was the house to set up and things to move and house elves that got a bit too excited. This day was for Kris and money had to get in the way. It just pisses me off. “

The few people that were left had gathered with the Core and nodded in agreement. It was screwed up.

“ I thought you all would’ve left ? “

“ We wanted to say good bye. Kris was one hell of a girl and she spoke of you often. She told us of the alley and about you and the baby. Beautiful baby, by the way. It was well done, the service. And the telling off was priceless. The food was fantastic and you are a great man. That’s it, see ya around. “

Harry nodded and shook the man’s hand. That was more like it, someone there for Kris. Sighing, Harry stuck his hands in his pockets and kicked at the ground. It was disgusting, that family was treated this way. Didn’t these people realize that family was a gift that needed to be cherished and loved ? Didn’t they realize that there was a Big Bad – No they are all muggles and the Big Bad was not important to them. Neither was what Harry had to do to save their sorry asses. Sometimes, Voldemort had a point. Sometimes.

So lost in his own thoughts, Harry didn’t see the look that Draco and Petunia shared, but if he did the next words out of Draco’s mouth wouldn’t’ve surprised him. Or the fact that Draco and Petunia had been scheming for the past 5 days for a way to get alone time for the pair of them. Even if it was just 20 minutes just so Harry would hold him, Draco would have been satisfied.

But there was another part to wanting alone time that Draco hadn’t let Petunia in on. They needed to complete the bond as soon as possible before the magick took all control and made them act without thinking. Three days ago on one of the days where Harry had stayed home for the after noon, they had exchanged promise rings and their magick knew it. Harry had handed the choice to Draco, giving him the control. It wasn’t something that Harry had done easily, he liked to be in control. But he had given the bonding to the blonde freely, to take the step when he was ready.

Since that afternoon, it was the one thing that stood in the forefront of the blonde’s mind. This was a Soul Mate bond, this was forever, for eternity and wasn’t meant to be taken lightly. Draco had made his choice and now was the time to make it known. Cocking his head to the side he looked at Harry as if trying to see what the boy was really pissed off about. But he wasn’t pissed off, he was hurting. That hurting would never go away and would dull but Harry just wasn’t at that point yet. But the bond wouldn’t wait much longer, it needed to be completed.

“ Will you show me the house Harrison ? “ Draco asked softly

Harry’s head snapped up and they just starred at each other. With everything that was going on, Harry hadn’t even shown him the house. He hadn’t let any one in the house for that matter. He had shut himself inside that house for 4 hours every day for the last 7 days and no one had made it passed the front stoop. But Draco needed to see the house that he’d be living in. He had every right to ask.

“ Can you watch her ? “ Harry asked Petunia gently

“ Get going. “ Petunia laughed

Harry smiled slightly and held out his hand to Draco. He paid no attention to the looks that were being passed between the Core or the knowing looks that they gave them. He had no idea that this was all a set up and that he had fallen for it with out thought. When it hit him it wouldn’t really matter anyway because in truth he had gotten what he wanted too. He just wanted Draco.

Leading Draco through the house and out onto the street, Harry realized how much he had missed the boy. They had spent time together sure, but they were always with someone or with Rosilynn. He had been so tangled up in his own shit that he had neglected the one person that he loved more then life. And yet here he stood beside him, holding on to him, loving him. Draco was still there. Harry wondered for the millionth time how he could be so lucky.

Pushing the front door open, Harry flipped on the hall light and shut the door. Now he had groveling to do.

“ Dray, I’m sorry. I got so caught up with everything that I pulled away from you. I left you with Rosilynn, alone, for hours on end and didn’t even realize it. Next time I start doing that, will you tell me so I can fix it. I don’t want to mess this up. “

Draco smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck.

“ I went to Petunia and you Mr.Potter have been set up. There is only one room I want to see right now and this is not it. I want to be in your arms for the next hour and I don’t want to argue about it. I’m telling you, take me up stairs and hold me. You haven’t held me in days. “

Harry pulled Draco as close as he could possibly get him and buried his face in his neck. The magick was sparking along his skin again and he knew that he wouldn’t simply be holding the boy. No, Draco had other plans Harry knew that. He knew that when he handed that choice over he would be the one with the doubts. And he was having his doubts. Even with the promise rings that they had exchanged, he had his doubts. They were so young and there was a war going on. Things would happen that would drive them apart. People would try to come between them. He was scared that he’d lose Draco in winning the war. He didn’t like that thought at all.

Pulling back Harry looked into Draco’s storm cloud gray blue eyes and just starred.

“ I want you to take me to our room. “ Draco whispered

“ I want you to promise me that you won’t allow the war to destroy us. That you won’t let the things people will say destroy us. That no matter how bad things seem to be, that you will always be there. I am so afraid that I’m going to lose you and I can’t fight this alone. I shouldn’t’ve done this alone, I’m sorry. I’m scared. “

“ I am not going anywhere, your stuck with me Potter. Now, I’d really like to have my way. “

Harry tightened his hold and blinked them up to their bed room. Draco laughed as he pulled out of Harry’s arms to look around the room. It was a lot like the room over at number 4, just not as large. The glossy pine king size four poster that sat in the center of the far wall was dressed in the same linens as the other bed. A huge white marble fireplace directly across from the bed stood cold. On the left had wall was a set of French doors that led to nothing but promised a cool breeze when the weather felt suited. There were two doors on the right hand wall with a long pine dresser between them and Draco knew that one was a closet and one was a bathroom. Yes, Harry Potter had great taste and that was something that no one would believe.

Slipping off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed. It even felt like the one across the street. Laying down in the center and starring up at the ceiling, he waited. He wasn’t about to spell everything out for the boy and it didn’t take long for him to get the hint. When Draco felt the bed dip he welcomed Harry into his arms almost eagerly. The warm weight of the man he loved settling atop him was something that he had longed for over the last 7 days. And he was overjoyed by the feeling.

Harry could do nothing more then stare down in to the boy’s eyes. This was it, Draco had chosen and he wouldn’t have to walk on egg shells any more. He was almost afraid to touch the boy because the magick sparked to life as soon as he made contact. It was getting harder to control and that scared him. Lightly he kissed the boy, pulling back to look at him again. The magick was quickening and they both could feel it.

Draco decided that he wasn’t going to wait any longer and kissed the boy firmly. It was he who was cracking. He wanted to feel, he wanted to be touched and he wanted all of it now. He had no idea how to voice the things he was feeling, no idea how to ask for the things that he wanted. As the kiss heated, Harry’s hands began to roam, slipping under Draco’s tee shirt inching it up. He was getting exactly what he wanted and moaned into the kiss.

As soon as he heard the moan, Harry broke the kiss to pull the tee shirt free and toss it aside. He hadn’t had the chance to just explore, the magick always got too hot too quick and he had to pull back. But not this time, no. Even as his shirt was pulled over his head, Harry touched. He loved the feel of this boy under his hands. He loved the sounds he made as he kissed his way down his body and he liked to hear him beg. He was begging now. For what exactly, Harry didn’t know.

Kneeling between Draco’s thighs, Harry fought with the boy’s belt. He always wore a belt and Harry often thought it was a bit silly. At this point his hands were shaking and just wouldn’t work. But he won and pulled the jeans off tossing them aside. Before Harry could take in his prize Draco sat up and pulled him into another heated kiss. Harry was all too aware of the hands working his buttons free. He was too aware of the magick that was slowly clouding his mind telling him to claim what was his quickly and to stop wasting time. But that wasn’t how he wanted it. No, this he wanted to remember.

Laying back down after tossing his jeans aside, Harry looked down at the boy who completed him like no other. At the person he told all his secretes, all his fears. The person who loved him without question and loved him despite his flaws. Then he smiled and the world stopped spinning.

“ Tell me. “

“ Love me. “

Harry buried his face in Draco’s neck and whispered in his ear. Lovers often whispered sweet nothings, nonsense words that the other delighted in hearing at the time. But that was not the case with Harry, his words were the world; his words were true. He whispered of his love, of his hopes and of his dreams as he prepared his mate. He spoke of his devotion and his love. And he spoke of the peace that he would bring about and the life they would have. In his own way, Harry had given Draco the world with his words.

Harry pulled back and looked at Draco in question. There was no fear here, just trust and love. And Draco nodded, wrapping his legs around Harry’s waist and gripping his shoulders. Not breaking eye contact, Harry went slow watching Draco’s eyes for any sign of pain. There was none, only love and trust as he settled fully inside him.

The magick was running hot but Harry didn’t move. He wouldn’t move until he was told to. This was the beginning of the rest of his life . This was the beginning of forever and that was terrifying enough. The boy panting beneath him was his and with a rock of Draco’s hips, Harry began to move.

Going slowly, he made short shallow thrust until Draco cried out telling him that he had hit his mark. Still looking deep in to his lovers eyes, Harry sped up delighted as the cries became louder. He could feel it, both peaks coming together, rising quickly. He could see it in Draco’s eyes, hear it in his cries. But when he tried to hold it, it slipped away and in a blinding flash of white hot light they flew over the edge as one.

*******
In the Hall of Records in the Ministry of Magick, the record keeper watcher her book avidly. Something in the air told her that something big was about to happen. Now, all she knew was that she needed to watch the book, the book would give her the answers that she needed. The book was golden and had never lied.
At exactly 5:25 pm on June 12, 2005, two names appeared in the book that shouldn’t be there at all. Harrison James Potter and Draco Thomas Malfoy, a pair of 15 year old boys. A pair of boys that didn’t even get along. This was not right, this couldn’t be right.

So she kept watching, maybe the book wasn’t done yet ?
*****
Harry leaned up on his elbows and looked down into his husband’s glazed eyes. The blonde just starred back at him smiling slightly. They were whole now and they both felt it. But Harry had one more surprise for the boy, one more thing that had taken him the last week to sort out.

Pulling Draco in to a deep kiss, Harry pulled out and cast a cleaning charm. Smiling into the kiss, Harry pulled back and moved to the side, pulling Draco into his arms. Now smirking, Harry summoned a ring box and handed it to the blonde. This was going to be a good one. This was going to shock him silly.

“ Open it. “

Draco took a deep breath and opened the box, only to shut it again quickly. Inside were two bonding rings, one for each of them. Harry, as Sion, was invoking a bond that hadn’t been used in over a thousand years. A bond that marked them equal. Opening the box again , Draco just starred down at the two platinum rings. He could see that there was Latin etched in gold around the ring and the one word he could see was Equality.

Trying very hard not to cry, Draco watched as Harry removed his promise ring, slipped on his bonding ring and replaced the promise ring. It was all really too much and he was having a very hard time holding it all together. But he managed to repeat the process with Harry before bursting into tears.

Pulling the boy into his arms Harry held him tightly as another small flash of light informed the Ministry. The Prophet was going to have fun with this.

*****
The woman actually let her mouth drop open as the book finished recording. It was a Soul Mate Bonding, there hadn’t been a Soul Mate Bonding in over a century. That wasn’t right, was it ?

Then the book went on. It was an Equal Bonding as well and she watched as the last names became Malfoy-Potter. This wasn’t happening to her today.

Deciding to wait until the Minister returned to do anything, she went back to watching her book. The Minister needed to see this, it was his call.

*****
Once Draco had calmed down, he pulled away from Harry and just glared at him.

“ You could’ve told me this part. Then I wouldn’t’ve acted like a basket case. Do you have any idea how much this means to me ? Any at all ? I fully expected to be the submissive. I fully accepted it in my mind. Then you go and do this, meaning I’m allowed to rant, it’s ok. “

Harry nodded and waited for the boy to continue, but he didn’t. He just sat there smiling slightly starring down at his rings. The rings, man they were a bit hard to get a hold of. Hell to have made. This was a time where it didn’t help being Harry Potter and he had to pay this huge fee to have it kept quiet and to have it rushed. He had even gone to one of the best jewelers on Diagon and the man had nearly tossed him out. That was until Harry insisted upon speaking to him privately, then he had gotten his way. And as of yet nothing had been said.

The promise rings he was very proud of. They were simple bands of platinum with a small round of onyx set into the center. Etched in gold were four words in Latin, Love, Trust, Loyalty, Promise. Yes, they were perfect.

“ Equality. Eternity. Only. See I know what these words mean and the others, but no one else had figured it out yet. I don’t think I want them to. “
Draco snuggled back into Harry’s side and sighed. It was starting to get dark and they really needed to get back to number 4. They were meant to move tomorrow and they had so much to do yet. But Draco didn’t want to move, he wanted to stay right here and sleep forever. But that wasn’t going to happen.

“ Let’s go shower and then you can show me the rest of the house. This is going to be a bit weird isn’t it ? Kinda like playing house ? “ He said

“ Perhaps at first, but we’ll settle into it. Come on, wait till you see Rosilynn’s room. “

Draco laughed and followed Harry into the bathroom. Yes it was all going to change no and he had no choice but to hold on tight and expect the unexpected. Because Merlin knew nothing having to do with Harry Potter was ever normal.











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