How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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It took less than an hour with Rachel and Mourning Dove Rainwalker directing the cleanup and finishing preparations for the impending wedding. Severus was led off with Damon, Max, and his other male relatives to wait for Harry to be brought to the circle where they would be bound for eternity.

This was not to be a simple wedding, no, the two men were being soul bound, Mourning Dove had made that pronouncement late yesterday evening after she had read their magic. Although the commitment was to be a more lasting one, the ceremony itself would not take long.

Instead of a traditional Lakhota ceremony, or a traditional wizarding binding ceremony, the two men had asked if the customs could be combined and a somewhat untraditional ceremony used. Damon and Mourning Dove had spent a good portion of the afternoon writing and rewriting the new enchantments and prayers that they would use. Now they would see just how well the Powers responded to the new rites.

The ceremony circle was ready out in the field past the one room school house, the big, orange, harvest moon rose to shine down on the proceedings. The altar was built of flat stones hauled up that morning from the river bed near by. The bonfire piled high in the center of the circle and ready to be touched off with a torch.

Rachel Rainwalker had brought her family’s ceremonial buffalo robes out of storage; they were piled deep a few feet in front of the altar waiting for the two men to kneel on them as the ceremony took place. The drummers and flute players had assembled at the outer edges of the circle and had begun a slow pounding rhythm that seemed to call to every heart it touched. The people drifted in now, gathering to watch as the Rainwalkers welcomed a new member into their clan and to celebrate the joining of two lives for evermore.

The Weasleys joined Severus and Max as they waited for Harry, Allie, and Grant to walk down. Severus was nervous, but unless someone knew the man, they’d never know except for the slight furrowing of his brow as he kept looking to where Harry would be coming from. Max put one big hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“It’s going to be fine Sev, Thelma and Louise will be down here in a minute.” Severus gave a snort and then laughed, the little bit of tension leaving his unconventionally handsome face.

Hermione looked intrigued at the reference; surely they were not talking about the movie?

“Professor, do you mean that you are familiar with the muggle movie?” she asked, she couldn’t help herself; she just could not envision the dour Professor Snape watching a chick flick.

Severus turned to look at his former student and smirked wickedly before he spoke.

“Mrs. Weasley, I am gay after all, of course I am familiar with the movie. Have you seen Brad Pitt in those jeans?” he quipped drolly and with a raised brow he turned back as she stood there in open mouthed astonishment.

“Brad Pitt?” she exclaimed just loud enough for him to hear her.

“I had that poster up for nearly a year after watching that at the cinema in London.” Severus chuckled as Max just put his hand over his face and tried not to bust a gut laughing. Ron as usual just looked lost.

“Oy…who’s this Brad Pitt person?” he asked as he watched Severus and Hermione as they both smirked with an understanding look between them. It had been awhile since denim had had that much appeal to the Potions Master.

“No one of importance Ron, just a muggle actor.” The older wizard answered quickly as Max nudged his arm. Harry was arriving. He looked round to find his love coming slowly into the circle with Allie on one side of him and Grant on the other. He was shining; the moonlight was glinting off the beads that had been braided into his hair and the beadwork on his shirt.

Damon and Mourning Dove stepped up to the altar and at a nod from Damon, one of the cousins lit the bonfire that was in the center of the circle. Grant led Harry to the pile of furs as Max led Severus to join him. They both knelt facing each other at a hand motion from Damon. Mourning Dove stepped forward and took their hands in hers and brought them together. Once the men were holding each others hands Damon and Mourning Dove began to chant.

The words poured over Harry and Severus, Harry could not understand anything said, it was all in the language of the Lakhota, Severus however was able to understand maybe four words out of ten. Understanding wasn’t an issue though, they could feel the power as it started to flow, Mourning Dove stepped forward once more and bound their hands with doeskin strips, binding them together tightly as she chanted a different spell than Damon.

Harry forced his eyes open and looked at Severus, his mate had his head thrown back and his eyes closed as the power rode him. His back arched and his hands tightened around Harry’s and then Harry felt it. It started in his toes and ran through his muscles and bones, contracting and firing nerve synapses, his head was thrown back and a soundless scream poured out of him. He could feel Severus’ magic inside him and he knew without a shadow of doubt Severus could feel his in him. The rush was nearly orgasmic in nature, leaving him aroused and feeling sated at the same time, he wondered if Sev felt the same.

Severus came back to himself as Damon stood behind him and placed his hands on his shoulders and gave him a little shake, the raven haired tipped his head back against the older man’s legs and looked up at him.

“It’s time for the rings son,” Damon said gently, he could tell simply by the dazed look on their faces that the binding rituals had been successful and powerful. Mourning Dove cut the leather binds and leaned down to bless the clasped hands with a kiss to seal the ritual, she then took Severus’ hand and placed a small ring made from Black Hills gold in his palm and closed his fingers around it. It had been hers when she married, and she had always told Grant it would go to the one his child married. She then placed the second ring, the one worn by her husband in Harry’s hand, then stepped back.

Damon and Grant stepped forward to help both men stand so they could exchange their vows and their rings. Severus took Harry’s left hand in his and took a deep breath. When he opened his mouth, he was visibly fighting for words. He’d prepared vows, he’d memorized them, he knew them, now they seemed woefully inadequate for what he felt.

Severus Snape brought Harry’s hand to his lips and kissed his palm and then slid the ring onto his third finger, kissed his palm again and placed it over his heart.

“Always yours…” was all he could get out as tears rolled down his cheeks, for once in his life he was unable to draw on his extensive vocabulary to make known what he felt.

Harry leaned forward and moved his hand enough to kiss the place his palm had rested before he drew back and with shaking hands he took the hand of his husband with his own. He knew better than to even try to speak, he knew he was unable. He kissed Severus’ palm and slipped his ring on and then kissed it again. He placed the man’s hand over his heart, pressing it to his chest for a moment and then slid it down to rest on his belly, over their babe.

“And always yours…” Harry choked out.



A/N~ I didn’t know it was going to be a short chapter, but we know what happens next….the reception and the wedding night…..or do you think we should give them privacy and check back in a few days?

BTW….new meds are working good…seems to be keeping headaches at bay…I am on a medical leave of absence from school now, so maybe back to more than one chapter a day.