A Dark Time For The Light
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Adult ++
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That week, Harry visited Joe at work. Joe had already been alloted his place in the rear guard and was happy with the situation. He was happy to let them all go as promised. He was proud to think he had some of the front line in his crew. He hugged them all on the Friday and said, “See you Monday”, his excitement palpable. Harry sighed as he left the office, then caught Dean’s eye and winked, then turned and blew him a cheeky kiss. “Soon”, he mouthed.
That night, the Magicals were released temporarily from their jobs by another who was to join them as a fellow warrior. He high-fived all of them as they left, “Good luck. I’ll be right behind you”, he pledged and Dean hugged him, followed by the others. The time drew nearer. They phoned friends and lovers and all agreed to meet in the pub. They all got completely bladdered, Belinda slipping them free drinks. She didn’t know much about the Wizarding world, but she knew this was important to them all and they needed to let go for a night. Her lover had been sparse with details. She knew he was required in the front lines but she hadn’t been a gangster’s missus for five years without knowing when to shut up and step back. So she did, and played her part, calling taxis for her favourite punters at the end of the night, getting sloppy kisses from girls and boys alike, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled, wishing them goodnight, before tipping her and Dean into their own cab and whisking them home.
That night, despite the drink, the situation really came home to everyone.
****
Ron staggered slightly to his front door after the taxi had dropped him. He fumbled with his key and Blaise let him in, the baby asleep on his shoulder. Ron took one look at this tableau and burst into tears. Blaise laid a sleeping Freya down and held his beloved. Ron mumbled, “You know why they’re only letting one half of family couples fight, don’t you?”. Blaise nodded, solemnly, “Yes, so our children grow up with at least one parent. Ron, my love, I want to fight alongside you, but having borne her, I cannot leave her”. Ron held him tighter, “I know, and it’s killin’ me that you may end up a widower before I’ve even had the chance to ask you to marry me or even to ask can we have another child only this time can I be the carrier?”.
Blaise stepped slightly away from his lover although he still held him. He held his breath as he gazed into those deep blue depths. Despite trying to clamp down on the feeling threatening to choke him, he felt tears start in his eyes, “You’re drunk!”, then tremulously, “Did you mean that? Or are you just panicking?”. Ron smiled that lop-sided smile that made Blaise’s legs threaten to give out and held him closer, “Every bloody word”, in the tone that made every hair of Blaise’s stand on end. Blaise closed his eyes and breathed his beloved in, whispering, “Yes, and yes. In that order”.
****
That night Ginny finally found her courage.
She had no ring, just a short daisy chain plucked out of the lawn, but she got down on one knee and did everything properly, going magenta in the process. Hermione accepted in a heartbeat. As they kissed, slow and languid, Hermione murmured, “How long have you waited to ask me?”. Ginny lowered her head and Hermiuone raised her eyes back with a gentle finger under her chun. “I told Harry and Draco about gay marriages. He asked him that night. I told them I was already going to ask you, but I didn’t, until now, that is, erm.....”. Hermione felt tears fall and kissed her beloved back on to the bed and started to strip her. “Yes, my sweet, oh, yesyesyes”, and devoured her.
****
“I’m scared. I haven’t done a full turn without potion since the one you where you found me and that hurt for weeks afterwards”. Severus held Remus in his lap, “I know, love, but you have been requested in your Wolf mode”. Remus hung his head, “I want to fight alongside you, as me”. Severus turned him in his arms and kissed him soundly, “You are always you, love, whatever shape you take. Did you know that under the fur your birthmarks are still in the same places?”. Remus blushed and shook his head. “Still, we cannot harm each other, think of that blood bond Harry had us all make”. Severus chuckled, “And how pissed off was Alice at that?”. Remus looked up into his lover’s face, frowning, “She had every right to be angry. She would have been content to make a private bond with him if he’d asked her, not to be tricked into it, thinking it’s some kind of group warrior thing. She must have read him and got annoyed. I don’t blame her, actually, especially as she’s the main buyer for the Scottish cadre’s grass, and.....”.
He was silenced by Severus’ round eyes, “The main buyer?”. “Well, yes. The only buyer, I believe”. Severus’ eyes de-focused, looking inwards, “What does she want from all of this?”. He held Remus to him and his husband replied, “She wants an end to it. An end to her family line. It’s a hard decision to take”. Severus knotted his brow, “But she already told us she aborted or miscarried five children, and she was sterilised for her fortieth birthday. What does she really want?”. Remus relaxed into his spouses embace and submitted to his talented touches, “I don’t know”, he whispered, as reason fled and passion took over.
*****
Alice lay back in her husband’s arms. “They don’t trust me. They think I have some kind of agenda, but I just want to see him dead. To end it all and hopefully I get to see life again on the other side”. Tony gathered his wife against his chest, into his lap and dropped kisses into her hair, then she turned and ground into his lap; of course she had an agenda, she wouldn’t be Alice without one, but he would always love her no matter what.
****
Despite lengthy and very satisfactory love-making, Harry was still a bundle of nerves in Draco’s arms. The blond made to say something, but the haunted look in Harry’s eyes forestalled him and he laid back against Harry’s chest with a sigh, his own eyelids drooping. Harry listened to his lover’s even breathing as he held him, deeply envious of Draco’s ability to sleep on the head of a pin, or in this case, the edge of a knife-blade. He sighed and contented himself with gazing into Draco’s face as if this was the last night he would ever spend with him. It may well be thus. Tomorrow they would strike. Tomorrow he may be dead. Tomorrow, Draco might die. Harry felt convulsive sobs claim him as he buried his face in Draco’s hair, “Let’s not die tomorrow, please? I cannot bear to think of life without you, but if it is so, then I am blessed with the time we’ve had. I love you, Draco and I always will, for however long always lasts for”.
He buried his head in Draco’s neck and felt arms tighten around him, kisses being rained down on his ear, his hair, his neck, “Hush, Harry. Don’t take on so”, an expression of his grandmother’s, “And I love you too. I don’t want either of us to die, or any of us for that matter, well, except for the other side. Shit. Can I kill?. Am I capable of killing in cold blood?”, his own voice was faltering as he spoke and he sobbed in his turn. The boys clung to each other.
“Draco, I couldn’t believe it when you walked into that hospital ward and found me again, and every day since then has been wonderful, erm, but I’m not quite sure how to say this, but some sort of future has been Seen for us. I don’t know whether Sights are just possible futures, or actual, but there’s something I’ve never told you. The events in the aftermath drove it from my mind. I’m sorry, but I’ve only just remembered it”.
Draco pulled back a little and two pairs of red eyes looked into each other’s, then Harry grasped Draco’s hand and laid it on his own chest, then guided it downwards to rest over his own belly. He gently kissed Draco then told him of the Patils’ Sight, the first visit to Kilmarnock. Draco’s eyes widened in shock, “Those two were always pretty good. Didn’t they get top marks in Divination?”. Harry nodded, solemnly, “But, Draco, before we do anything like that, there’s something I’d like to know”.
The blond made a face, “Anything, Harry, just ask”. Harry looked up into his beloved’s face, his eyes shining with love contrasting with the coldness in his voice, “Why did you lie to me, Draco, about Severus?”. Draco instantly frowned, “I’m not sure I know what....”. Harry quieted him with a finger across his lips. “The reason I forgot to tell you about the Sight, the stuff you said about Sev breaking your heart, if I recall. You’d never actually been with him, had you?”. Draco winced and shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut, trying and failing to block the memory. His voice was shaky, “No, he never did break my heart, although I wanted him before you, but then, when you were there.... everything else faded into the background, then I fell in love with you, then we met up after all that time apart and I can’t imagine why I sent you away like that, and I was fucking jealous, okay?, and I know me and Ron had that little session, but when you got back off that mail run, you both fucking glowed, and I’ve never felt nearer to losing you. At least when I was dragged away by the Death-Eaters, you were still mine, but when I caught the looks he gave you, I wasn’t sure anymore, and had I just made a monumental mistake? Oh, fuck, Harry. I’m so sorry, and I never meant to lie, ever, and it just came out in the heat of the moment”.
They were both silent for a moment. Harry stroked Draco’s reddening face, then thumbed away the tears, “Perhaps we shouldn’t do the sharing thing any more. It may do more harm than good”. Draco managed a watery smile, “Oh, I don’t know, when it’s both of us it’s quite fun”, then started to giggle. Harry quirked a grin, “Go on. Who do you have in mind next?”. Draco shied his gaze, “We-e-e-ell”, he drawled. Harry started to tickle him and the blond squealed, “Okay, okay, uncle, uncle. Well, I’d love another sesh with those two and possibly Colin and Jonathan. I have a feeling that that Muggle has a whole bag of tricks up his sleeve”.
Harry laughed aloud, “I’m not sure Colin is the sharing type, but, yes, if we all come through this, we’ll do it all again, just not loads, okay? I want you to myself for the most part”. Draco couldn’t disagree with this and kissed Harry into the pillows. As they emerged for oxygen, Draco enquired, “Am I forgiven now for being an utter idiot?”. Harry kissed him again, hard, “You have to ask? Okay then, yes”, and rolled his pliant Dragon beneath him and took him. This time, neither had any problems sleeping.
That week, Harry visited Joe at work. Joe had already been alloted his place in the rear guard and was happy with the situation. He was happy to let them all go as promised. He was proud to think he had some of the front line in his crew. He hugged them all on the Friday and said, “See you Monday”, his excitement palpable. Harry sighed as he left the office, then caught Dean’s eye and winked, then turned and blew him a cheeky kiss. “Soon”, he mouthed.
That night, the Magicals were released temporarily from their jobs by another who was to join them as a fellow warrior. He high-fived all of them as they left, “Good luck. I’ll be right behind you”, he pledged and Dean hugged him, followed by the others. The time drew nearer. They phoned friends and lovers and all agreed to meet in the pub. They all got completely bladdered, Belinda slipping them free drinks. She didn’t know much about the Wizarding world, but she knew this was important to them all and they needed to let go for a night. Her lover had been sparse with details. She knew he was required in the front lines but she hadn’t been a gangster’s missus for five years without knowing when to shut up and step back. So she did, and played her part, calling taxis for her favourite punters at the end of the night, getting sloppy kisses from girls and boys alike, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled, wishing them goodnight, before tipping her and Dean into their own cab and whisking them home.
That night, despite the drink, the situation really came home to everyone.
****
Ron staggered slightly to his front door after the taxi had dropped him. He fumbled with his key and Blaise let him in, the baby asleep on his shoulder. Ron took one look at this tableau and burst into tears. Blaise laid a sleeping Freya down and held his beloved. Ron mumbled, “You know why they’re only letting one half of family couples fight, don’t you?”. Blaise nodded, solemnly, “Yes, so our children grow up with at least one parent. Ron, my love, I want to fight alongside you, but having borne her, I cannot leave her”. Ron held him tighter, “I know, and it’s killin’ me that you may end up a widower before I’ve even had the chance to ask you to marry me or even to ask can we have another child only this time can I be the carrier?”.
Blaise stepped slightly away from his lover although he still held him. He held his breath as he gazed into those deep blue depths. Despite trying to clamp down on the feeling threatening to choke him, he felt tears start in his eyes, “You’re drunk!”, then tremulously, “Did you mean that? Or are you just panicking?”. Ron smiled that lop-sided smile that made Blaise’s legs threaten to give out and held him closer, “Every bloody word”, in the tone that made every hair of Blaise’s stand on end. Blaise closed his eyes and breathed his beloved in, whispering, “Yes, and yes. In that order”.
****
That night Ginny finally found her courage.
She had no ring, just a short daisy chain plucked out of the lawn, but she got down on one knee and did everything properly, going magenta in the process. Hermione accepted in a heartbeat. As they kissed, slow and languid, Hermione murmured, “How long have you waited to ask me?”. Ginny lowered her head and Hermiuone raised her eyes back with a gentle finger under her chun. “I told Harry and Draco about gay marriages. He asked him that night. I told them I was already going to ask you, but I didn’t, until now, that is, erm.....”. Hermione felt tears fall and kissed her beloved back on to the bed and started to strip her. “Yes, my sweet, oh, yesyesyes”, and devoured her.
****
“I’m scared. I haven’t done a full turn without potion since the one you where you found me and that hurt for weeks afterwards”. Severus held Remus in his lap, “I know, love, but you have been requested in your Wolf mode”. Remus hung his head, “I want to fight alongside you, as me”. Severus turned him in his arms and kissed him soundly, “You are always you, love, whatever shape you take. Did you know that under the fur your birthmarks are still in the same places?”. Remus blushed and shook his head. “Still, we cannot harm each other, think of that blood bond Harry had us all make”. Severus chuckled, “And how pissed off was Alice at that?”. Remus looked up into his lover’s face, frowning, “She had every right to be angry. She would have been content to make a private bond with him if he’d asked her, not to be tricked into it, thinking it’s some kind of group warrior thing. She must have read him and got annoyed. I don’t blame her, actually, especially as she’s the main buyer for the Scottish cadre’s grass, and.....”.
He was silenced by Severus’ round eyes, “The main buyer?”. “Well, yes. The only buyer, I believe”. Severus’ eyes de-focused, looking inwards, “What does she want from all of this?”. He held Remus to him and his husband replied, “She wants an end to it. An end to her family line. It’s a hard decision to take”. Severus knotted his brow, “But she already told us she aborted or miscarried five children, and she was sterilised for her fortieth birthday. What does she really want?”. Remus relaxed into his spouses embace and submitted to his talented touches, “I don’t know”, he whispered, as reason fled and passion took over.
*****
Alice lay back in her husband’s arms. “They don’t trust me. They think I have some kind of agenda, but I just want to see him dead. To end it all and hopefully I get to see life again on the other side”. Tony gathered his wife against his chest, into his lap and dropped kisses into her hair, then she turned and ground into his lap; of course she had an agenda, she wouldn’t be Alice without one, but he would always love her no matter what.
****
Despite lengthy and very satisfactory love-making, Harry was still a bundle of nerves in Draco’s arms. The blond made to say something, but the haunted look in Harry’s eyes forestalled him and he laid back against Harry’s chest with a sigh, his own eyelids drooping. Harry listened to his lover’s even breathing as he held him, deeply envious of Draco’s ability to sleep on the head of a pin, or in this case, the edge of a knife-blade. He sighed and contented himself with gazing into Draco’s face as if this was the last night he would ever spend with him. It may well be thus. Tomorrow they would strike. Tomorrow he may be dead. Tomorrow, Draco might die. Harry felt convulsive sobs claim him as he buried his face in Draco’s hair, “Let’s not die tomorrow, please? I cannot bear to think of life without you, but if it is so, then I am blessed with the time we’ve had. I love you, Draco and I always will, for however long always lasts for”.
He buried his head in Draco’s neck and felt arms tighten around him, kisses being rained down on his ear, his hair, his neck, “Hush, Harry. Don’t take on so”, an expression of his grandmother’s, “And I love you too. I don’t want either of us to die, or any of us for that matter, well, except for the other side. Shit. Can I kill?. Am I capable of killing in cold blood?”, his own voice was faltering as he spoke and he sobbed in his turn. The boys clung to each other.
“Draco, I couldn’t believe it when you walked into that hospital ward and found me again, and every day since then has been wonderful, erm, but I’m not quite sure how to say this, but some sort of future has been Seen for us. I don’t know whether Sights are just possible futures, or actual, but there’s something I’ve never told you. The events in the aftermath drove it from my mind. I’m sorry, but I’ve only just remembered it”.
Draco pulled back a little and two pairs of red eyes looked into each other’s, then Harry grasped Draco’s hand and laid it on his own chest, then guided it downwards to rest over his own belly. He gently kissed Draco then told him of the Patils’ Sight, the first visit to Kilmarnock. Draco’s eyes widened in shock, “Those two were always pretty good. Didn’t they get top marks in Divination?”. Harry nodded, solemnly, “But, Draco, before we do anything like that, there’s something I’d like to know”.
The blond made a face, “Anything, Harry, just ask”. Harry looked up into his beloved’s face, his eyes shining with love contrasting with the coldness in his voice, “Why did you lie to me, Draco, about Severus?”. Draco instantly frowned, “I’m not sure I know what....”. Harry quieted him with a finger across his lips. “The reason I forgot to tell you about the Sight, the stuff you said about Sev breaking your heart, if I recall. You’d never actually been with him, had you?”. Draco winced and shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut, trying and failing to block the memory. His voice was shaky, “No, he never did break my heart, although I wanted him before you, but then, when you were there.... everything else faded into the background, then I fell in love with you, then we met up after all that time apart and I can’t imagine why I sent you away like that, and I was fucking jealous, okay?, and I know me and Ron had that little session, but when you got back off that mail run, you both fucking glowed, and I’ve never felt nearer to losing you. At least when I was dragged away by the Death-Eaters, you were still mine, but when I caught the looks he gave you, I wasn’t sure anymore, and had I just made a monumental mistake? Oh, fuck, Harry. I’m so sorry, and I never meant to lie, ever, and it just came out in the heat of the moment”.
They were both silent for a moment. Harry stroked Draco’s reddening face, then thumbed away the tears, “Perhaps we shouldn’t do the sharing thing any more. It may do more harm than good”. Draco managed a watery smile, “Oh, I don’t know, when it’s both of us it’s quite fun”, then started to giggle. Harry quirked a grin, “Go on. Who do you have in mind next?”. Draco shied his gaze, “We-e-e-ell”, he drawled. Harry started to tickle him and the blond squealed, “Okay, okay, uncle, uncle. Well, I’d love another sesh with those two and possibly Colin and Jonathan. I have a feeling that that Muggle has a whole bag of tricks up his sleeve”.
Harry laughed aloud, “I’m not sure Colin is the sharing type, but, yes, if we all come through this, we’ll do it all again, just not loads, okay? I want you to myself for the most part”. Draco couldn’t disagree with this and kissed Harry into the pillows. As they emerged for oxygen, Draco enquired, “Am I forgiven now for being an utter idiot?”. Harry kissed him again, hard, “You have to ask? Okay then, yes”, and rolled his pliant Dragon beneath him and took him. This time, neither had any problems sleeping.