Weddings Bells, Death bells
16—08—1995
The day had arrived for the wedding between Harry and Daphne, it would be the day, the tension between the two had been felt since the day before, where by tradition Harry slept in Potter Manor while Daphne slept in Greengrass Manor.
They each enjoyed their last night as "singles" which basically consisted of the guys enjoying bad US comedy movies, beer and bad jokes about how they will finally put a "leash" on Harry referencing his way of being. direwolf.
The night culminated at 3 in the morning with Harry drinking Fire Whiskey with Sirius and Remus.
—You know, when your parents got married that day, hours before the ceremony I was hanging around the area to check that there weren't any incidents or something like that at that moment, this cheap wolf— Putting a hand on Remus's shoulder—He calls and tells me that your father needed me, I went to where he was and we talked a bit then he asked me how the guests were about to arrive, then he asked me to receive them, I said yes but how do I introduce myself and he said "easy Paddy as the groom's brother”.
—Believe me Harry, when he told her that she started crying—Remus added—and considering your family history and the fact that you were in a fight with Regulus at the time, I don't blame you.
—Later, when the guests began to arrive, I had the honor—he said in a dramatic and pompous tone—to introduce myself as "Sirius Black, the groom's brother," which, together with being named after your best man, has been one of the greatest honors of my life.
—Harry, we know that me and Sirius have not been what your parents expected us to be if something happened to them— Remus began—the pain of the war and the lies separated us from you, you don't know how many nights I got drunk on pain thinking about where you would be and how I failed you.
—Oh the full moon nights in Azkaban where those were the only times I yelled— Sirius commented, —I failed you by being reckless and going for that damn, but no matter what happens, puppy, we'll always be on your side without hesitation."
—We love you Harry— Remus said.
—I love you both too— Harry replied—I want to propose a toast, to my parents.
—For Frank and Alice—Sirius suggested.
—For Marlene— Remus added.
—For Ron—Harry added.
The three of them clinked glasses filled with firewhiskey and drank it in one gulp.
—Fine, that's all Harry, you have to go to bed because I don't want your fiancée to kill me tomorrow for looking like a troll—Sirius ordered.
—Good night— he said goodbye.
At Greengrass Manor it had been something more or less similar but less boisterous and rowdy as they could have been with the boys.
What marked the night was talking about all sorts of things from each other's childhoods to embarrassing secrets until late at night where everyone finally went to sleep.
The next morning Harry got up early getting out of bed, stretched and got ready and did some light exercise.
Which consisted of a routine of 30x squats, 40x push-ups, resisting 1 minute of plank supported on his forearms and weights x20; these exercises were done in rounds with 30-second rest intervals for about an hour.
When he finished stretching to relax the muscles and not be sore during the day, after stretching, he relaxed a bit by drinking some water and then taking a cold shower to relax the muscles again.
After that he dressed in short pants that reached his knees and a white tank top because he was a little hot.
He ate breakfast in silence with the others.
Many say that people who were about to get married were nervous or paranoid that something would go wrong, or perhaps they doubted that getting married itself was a good idea.
But in the case of Harry and Daphne, the doubts were never themselves since they began their relationship, they knew they couldn't be without each other, from going from knowing each other to being in the astronomy tower until now.
Today they were facing the future and they couldn't be happier to go through it together.
An hour passed when it was time to leave for the place where the wedding would take place.
Harry was finishing adjusting the suit which was dark blue, it was 1920s style but with a modern touch that he liked, it was made by a tailor who knew Sirius and made Harry's father's suit the day he married Harry's mother.
The pants were dark blue, he was wearing a white shirt with a dark blue tie that was almost black against the light, a dark blue vest that hid the suspenders he was wearing and where the gold chain that was part of his watch stood out. Harry which was a gift from Matthias, finally a dark blue jacket and matching black shoes.
Harry's normally unruly hair had been brought under control due to the haircut he started using, an "undercut" which consists of wearing the sides and nape very short, to one or zero, and the hair on the pompadour and crown somewhat longer.
Thanks to Narcissa, the scar was no longer on his face, added to the fact that the dark magic that was on the scar seemed to have gone.
At that the door opened revealing a Neville who was wearing a suit almost identical to Harry's except that it was a little more opaque that made it appear black against the light, he, like Harry, cut his hair in an "undercut" but leaving the upper part longer and combed back.
—Are you ready? —Neville asked.
—Of course— Harry replied—everything is ready.
—Oh absolutely, since Amelia knew that your wedding would be something "little" public, I requested that there be the presence of aurors along with some disguised hit wizards among the attendees—Neville commented—anyway, everything is ready.
—Okay— Harry stated—let's go godfather.
—It's an honor Harry, thank you—Neville thanked.
—No problem brother—Harry replied—if things were a little different we would have been brothers.
—Don't look back, remember—Neville reminded her—why…
—Why the past no longer interests us— Harry completed.
With that said the two friends left the room.
They walked the corridors passing some house elves who were working very hard to have what would be the venue for the most important wedding of the decade.
They were met in the lobby with the rest of the boys all impeccably dressed in formal suits.
It had become a norm among them to differentiate themselves from the others, to wear suits instead of tunics, which they considered somewhat outdated and uncomfortable.
With a nod, they all began to leave to go to the limousines that would escort them to the place where the wedding would take place.
The trip was short since the chapel where it was held was 2 miles away, so it was a relatively short trip.
Getting out of the cars, they saw the chapel was beautiful in contrast to the first time Harry and Daphne found it months ago at Easter where it seemed ready to collapse in on itself, but after asking Gringotts to refit it for the low price of 2500 galleons which wasn't much given Harry's fortune.
It was not a long process, so in less than 2 days it was completely rebuilt and ready for the wedding.
The chapel is located less than 2 miles from Potter Manor where the wedding reception would be, the fact that it was close to the chapel facilitated many things such as transportation and so on, apart from the fact that there were protections against clueless muggles and death eaters who felt "brave".
It's not that he's gullible, he knew that 100% of the high dirt that would attend his wedding at least a good percentage was a Death Eater or sympathizer, that didn't worry him, he had eyes everywhere as if something happened and his boys had to “take out the trash” no one would ever know what happened to that “trash”.
Upon entering he saw that everything was perfectly decorated as Daphne and he planned, on the groom's side at the tips of the benches there were flower arrangements of white lilies, on the bride's side it was decorated with flower arrangements of blue orchids.
It seemed a perfect mix the purity of his love contrasted with the darkness that was in the depths of his souls.
In the center there was a table with a bowl in the center along with two knives that would seal their lives together for life.
In the window above the table there was a stained glass window of a couple of wolves, the wolf on the right and the wolf on the left contrasted, while the wolf was painted with delicate but strong colors, the wolf was painted with more dominant colors but in the soft reliefs, both were howling at the full moon.
The walls were painted white.
Harry gave his friends instructions for everyone to start positioning themselves, Dean and Seamus would be in charge of checking that things around them were in order as well as watching, Theo along with Cedric would be in charge of accommodating the guests in their places, Neville would receive to the sayings, the twins would supervise and take care of the music, Dennis, Ernie and Colin would document everything with both muggle and wizarding cameras.
He wondered what Blaise's role was, well he would take care of looking good.
The guests began to appear after a short time, each positioning themselves in the places indicated by Theo and Cedric.
While those closest to the couple were positioned on the groom's side, on the bride's side, almost in antithesis, were the members of the high dirt who looked with disdain and disgust at many of Harry's family members while another showed at least indifference.
After all the guests arrived, the twins sat down, positioned themselves in a corner, both of them with a guitar in hand, curiously as Fred was left-handed and George was right-handed, which was something quite showy to see because of its unusualness.
They then started playing The Beatles' “And I Love You”, which was one of Harry and Daphne's favorite songs from the Liverpool quartet.
The twins sounded perfectly in tune as they played, Harry is at the altar with Neville to his right as his best man and Theo and Cedric next to his.
Then the doors opened, all the guests stood up to receive the bridesmaids.
In front was Hermione with a bouquet of flowers, followed by Tracey and Ginny, all of whom were wearing a beautiful aqua-green dresses.
They sided with the bride, when the twins began to play a softer tune on the guitar that was none other than Led Zeppelin's “Stairway To Heaven”.
Then Daphne together with Matthias who with a proud smile accompanied her daughter to the altar.
She looked just like an angel, the dress hugged her curves perfectly as if it were a second skin, wearing a sweetheart neckline only increased her attractiveness, while the cut made it look like it was floating, it had no sleeves. which is why you could see his toned arms along with the runic tattoos he wore.
Coming from the areas where the Vikings used to live, such as Norway, Sweden and Scandinavia, his family is attached to their Nordic roots, which is why, upon reaching the age of 15, both the sons and daughters of his family magically tattoo Viking runes. which offered certain advantages to its bearer.
She had tattooed on the back of her right hand the rune of love, which extended from the base of her fingers to her wrist; at the bottom of her arm near her shoulder was tattooed the rune of clairvoyance; On her left arm she had the rune of protection tattooed on her forearm and the rune of strength on the birth of it.
Harry allowed himself a soft smile when he saw her, for that moment he forgot about the war, he forgot about her plans, in her world, there was only him and Daphne no one else.
When he was finally close to him he reached over and gently took Daphne's hand and pulled her to her side before shaking Matthias's hand and sharing a hug.
—Take good care of her, son—Matthias whispered in his ear.
—With my life.
Matthias went to sit next to his wife Annabelle, that's when the music stopped and everyone sat down.
Daphne raised the veil, she looked radiant, she wore very little makeup, she only highlighted her red lipstick that gave her a seductive touch that Harry was fascinated by, her hairstyle was a Viking braid that on her right side was a braid that fell behind her ear while the rest of her hair cascaded down.
She took his hand and kissed it before looking at the man who would officiate the wedding who was the closest to a civil minister in the muggle world.
—Dear brothers and sisters, today we have gathered before the eyes of mother magic to unite in sacred union Lady Daphne Lagertha of the noble ancient House of Greengrass and Hadrian James of the noble ancient House of Potter and heir to the noble and former house of Black—said the civil minister—so that they may live a life of truth, harmony, and union approved by the powers of the families present here.
They held hands as the civil minister looked at Daphne.
—You Daphne Lagertha come this day as a free pureblood girl to take this man as your husband? —asked the minister.
—I do—I reply fearlessly in his Daphne's voice.
—You, Hadrian James, come this day as a lad of noble and ancient family free to take this woman as your wife? —I ask Harry.
—I do— Harry replied.
—Take the blades without fear, young couple— the minister instructed.
The couple took the blades.
—Now cut your palms and let your blood mix—pointing to the metal bowl—so from this moment the families will be one.
Harry and Daphne cut their palms, began to pour their blood into the bowl until there was enough blood.
—Now join hands and your Hadrian James will belong to her, and your Daphne Lagertha will belong to him for the rest of your lives, cursed with the greatest penalty of wizarding law be he who attempts to separate them or harm the fruit of this union—I exclaim with force—now your vows.
—Daphne Lagertha before I met you I was in a darkness that had few flashes of light but when I met you you illuminated that darkness, you have been there since that moment there is not a moment when I do not think of you you are my world, you have helped me through a very dangerous moment in my life and you help me overcome the pain of loss— said Harry—for that and much more, today I make a vow of love to love you, protect you, be the husband you deserve and father when mother magic blesses us with that gift .
—Hadrian James I remember that I told you that I needed more emotion in my life since that moment my life has been like a wild ride on a broom that I do not regret in the least, I know your past and I accept it, I am your world and you are my reality, every day that I wake up I know that it is a scar that I have to sew up and I am ready for all of them—said Daphne—for that and much more, today I make a vow of love to love you, protect you, be the wife you deserve and mother when you mother magic us with that gift.
—Now the rings—said the minister.
Hermione passed the wedding band to Daphne.
Harry noticed that Neville didn't pass him the ring and turned to look at him.
—Do you have the rings? —Harry asked Neville.
—What? —Neville replied, pretending to be puzzled and as if he had forgotten the ring.
Harry grimaced to which Neville smirked to Harry's annoyance then Neville handed him the ring.
Daphne took Harry's hand and placed the quartz and emerald ring, it was a ring that they had both selected at Easter when they went to a jewelry store in Diagon Alley, they both loved it when they bought it, the ring was gold plated while it had an emerald in it. center.
When Harry finished placing the ring on Daphne's finger he took her hand and kissed the back of it.
—Now before the gaze on this day of the magical mother I declare you husband and wife—declared the minister—you can kiss the bride.
It was then that they shared a chaste but loving kiss while the noise and applause did not wait until he even thought he heard some whistles.
He took Daphne's hand to start walking down the aisle while rice was thrown at them, he realized that to a greater extent the good wishes came from his opposite side to Daphne's side where everything was more modest even in crude senses tight as if they had a stick stuck up their butts.
He left the chapel, he saw how the women after Daphne threw the bouquet were fighting over it.
Neville and Ernie went to separate so that Colin could take the photos in front of the chapel with the prophet's photographer.
But Harry's gaze went to a man who seemed to have just entered his 20s, about 23 or 24 due to the features he had, he had a good appearance, dirty blond hair pulled back with only a few loose strands, giving him a somewhat unruly look, his skin She was pale white but nothing that reminded him of Malfoy, her complexion was robust, she was elegantly dressed in a wine-colored tunic that gave her a rather elegant touch.
He was giving one of Daphne's second cousins a cigarette, giving the girl a charismatic smile but what Harry saw in the guy's eyes he didn't need to be a master of legilimency to know that the man was hiding something.
Another thing that did not go unnoticed by him was how his friends and members of his family were acting in front of the members of the high dirt who had attended. You could see the fire and the desire to start a fight right there, but he knew that it would they were holding back from starting it.
Neville approached him to stand to the right of him in the photo, Harry took advantage of that to get closer to his friend's ear.
—Tell the boys to go to the kitchen after the party starts and tell them it's an order— Harry whispered into her ear.
Neville nodded in understanding as he settled in.
Meanwhile Harry took out a cigarette, putting it on, but not being able to light it because at that moment they began to take pictures of them.
Everyone tried to give their best smile except Harry despite his apparently emotionless mask, inside the intrigue to know who that mysterious man was made him quite uneasy, Daphne noticed that for which she took his hand to calm him down, that really helped. Harry allowed himself to relax a bit but still kept alert.
He looked at his wife with eyes full of love and gratitude for calming her paranoia.
After the photos were taken, he approached Theo.
—Get everyone over to the house and get the party started— I order to which Theo nodded.
He got on a wagon and then helped Daphne, then they left for Potter Manor through a country road that led to the mansion, the road was peaceful surrounded by forests and nature almost felt the urge to jump out of the wagon and run a bit in his wolf form.
He looked at Daphne and kissed her softly on the lips, she snuggled into her shoulder.
Then he caught sight of her home looming imposing just as he saw the guests appear on the grounds so he continued until they reached the mansion, upon arrival he got off and helped Daphne down.
—Now, dear guests, I invite you to enjoy the party, I welcome you to Potter Manor— invited Harry.
Little by little, the guests entered the mansion, the music began to fill the rooms, people were seen enjoying themselves, the house elves distributed canapés and glasses full of cider or glasses with brandy, in the party room there was a small group The bartender's had already started working with the different drinks that the guests requested.
The different friends of the couple were scattered throughout the mansion, some chatting with each other, others socializing with the guests, especially the difference between the boys and the girls was more noticeable.
While the girls were more secretive and open in their dealings with some members of the high dirt, the boys were on a permanent warpath watching ready to jump into the attack despite that some like Seamus who gossiped with the ladies in highness the proesas of Harry, Ernie chatting with the older guests from the high dirt.
Neville was now looking for each of them directing them to head to the kitchen he found himself after telling Seamus and Ernie to head to the kitchen for the meeting with Theo and Blaise.
Neville was now looking for each of them directing them to head to the kitchen he found himself after telling Seamus and Ernie to head to the kitchen for the meeting with Theo and Blaise.
—Harry needs us in the kitchen— I indicate.
—Okay, come on— Theo replied, moving next to Blaise—I swear Neville, those fascists are asking for it.
He kept walking then he saw Dean next to a girl chatting.
—They told me that there would be marijuana and that I should look for someone young— the girl said flirtatiously.
—Sweet, I'm an educated young man and very well equipped, you chose wisely—Dean commented—come with me.
At that moment Neville grabbed Dean by the neck.
—We have to go to the kitchen, Harry needs us there— Neville told him—so let's go.
—Neville, the lady wants “flowers"— Dean told Neville.
—No, no “flowers” today—he commented and then I look at the girl—there are no “flowers” today.
And I take it from there.
Meanwhile Harry was already in the kitchen waiting for his friends, he was taking off his jacket while he seemed particularly irritated by the situation since Cedric, who was already there, informed him in very general aspects what his friends were doing. .
Little by little they were arriving until they finally reached the kitchen being Neville together with Dean and Dennis whom he met on the way.
—Seriously Harr, you should make a map—Neville commented.
Harry completely ignored Neville's comment lighting his cigarette noticing that all his friends were gathered he took a drag on his cigarette.
—They're all here, fine— he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, "today is my damn wedding."
—Yes, and you said there would be no fascists—Theo commented.
—However, Theo…despite the rancor with the fascists, there will be no violence in my house—he waved his hand up—out of respect for Daphne, nothing will go wrong, those bastards are now our family, so yes, if you fucking do something that I was embarrassed, saying too many things, giving in to provocation—he indicated, raising his voice more and more, almost shouting
—Harry— I cut him off from Dean.
—What do you want?! —Harry asked.
—What about the “flowers”? — Dean asked.
—Yeah, I'm sure those girls know how to have fun— Blaise commented, who was in an open relationship with Ginny.
—No, no, I don't want “flowers”—he said, pointing to Dean—I don't want them to flirt—I point to Blaise now—or death glares— I point to Neville—and I don't want them to be challenged to a bloody broom race— slapping Dennis —and you Seamus stop telling lies about me.
—I just want them to respect you, Harr— the Irishman commented defensively.
—But the main thing, bastards, is that despite the provocation of the Death Eaters, you don't fight—he saw that most of them ignored his words—don't fight—I point to Dean—don´t fucking fighting—I point to Dean—don´t fighting—now I'm pointing to Theo—don´t fucking fighting, you bastard—I point at Neville—DON'T FUCKING FIGHT IDIOTS.
Seeing that everyone understood, he went upstairs to accompany his wife and "rescue" her from the bunch of pseudo-politics and elitists that would be harassing her, however, he knew that she could handle them, he knew her well enough.
He went upstairs so he began to shake hands, receiving congratulations on her wedding from as many people as he saw, half of whom he didn't even know and the other half greeted him out of commitment, interest or respect.
When he finally got to her he saw her chatting with three people, he knew two of them too well they were Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy next to them was a woman he didn't recognize, but the sickly sweet smile didn't give him a good feeling at all just like her apparent predilection for the color pink was shocking, bordering on obsessive.
Harry turned to his wife, took her hand and kissed her on the cheek before focusing on the people in front of him.
—Mr. Minister, Lord Malfoy— Harry greeted politely.
—Lord Potter, I must say that the rumors of the beauty of Potter Manor—Lucius said, looking at Daphne in a way that Harry didn't like even a little—were not lies at all, I wish you a long and prosperous marriage.
—Thank you, Lord Malfoy, it's very kind— Daphne thanked—sorry I don't remember his name— Daphne said, looking at the woman.
—There's no need to apologize, Madame Potter, I'm Dolores Umbridge, the minister's undersecretary—the woman introduced herself.
—A pleasure to meet you, Madame Umbridge—Harry greeted, kissing his hand as the social norm dictated.
—Lord Potter, I must say that given our last talk I would expect a more 'warm' reception— Fudge said in his tone of left disappointment and annoyance—as would the rumors that this match would be called off."
—Yes, well, last time I let my grief over the death of my dear friend overshadow the situation now months later I can see the situation more clearly you were right it was the grief speaking that time—Harry lied and from the pompous look and pleased with Fudge along with his entourage Harry knew that he had bought his lie—I just hope that the murderer of my friend Ronald and the man who betrayed my parents pays for his crimes.
—That without a doubt, two unfortunate facts without a doubt three young souls and one that had not yet reached its fullness are true tragedies—Fudge began—that is why I guarantee you that you will obtain justice for which the murderer and traitor Pettigrew will suffer the weight of the law At your time.
Harry and Daphne knew that Fudge was lying, from the first moment they realized who had the real power here, so they played their cards discreetly.
—I must say that your words offer a lot of comfort, Mr. Minister—Daphne falsely thanked—I didn't know my in-laws and I was certainly not very close to Ronald, but the pain that those losses have brought to my Harry has only made us want more than the justice judge the criminal who committed such terrible deeds.
—And without a doubt it will be so, Madame Potter, the ministry is working hard so that this criminal is in Azkaban— Dolores affirmed.
—Of course my husband and I believe in and support the ministry— Daphne assured, then turned her gaze to Harry—could you bring me something to drink love, I'm a little thirsty— Daphne asked.
—Without hesitation, my love— Harry stated before looking at his guests—I invite you to enjoy the party, dear guests.
Harry then withdrew to the bar to order a drink for his wife and his.
—A martini for me and a gin and tonic for my wife— Harry asked the bartender.
He saw that to the right of him was Theo's uncle, FP sneakily approached him looking towards the mirror where he could see Dolores Umbridge and Fudge.
—Everything alright Harry? —FP asked.
—Yes FP, except for one thing—Harry said quietly—you see the pink toad-looking woman.
FP he was resting against the bar looking at everything that was happening around him he saw Dolores.
—If I see her, what happens to her? —FP asked.
—I want you to investigate her and Fudge, look for all the information you can collect from them, dates of birth, family records, and if they go to the bathroom, know if they wash their hands—I indicate to FP—that woman can give us problems if my assumptions are correct.
—Give it up Harry— FP agreed—now if you'll excuse me there are some ladies tonight I'd like to woo.
Harry let out a small smile as he watched through the mirror as FP addressed Narcissa.
He knew well that after Draco's aberrational acts, FP had become someone important to Narcissa, being her friendly shoulder on which to cry, that had helped her, added to the support of her family and training Tracey.
He could see seeds of love between them the same way he had seen it between Ron and Hermione, thinking about it he just prayed to the gods that history wouldn't repeat itself.
Unfortunately, the gods have a twisted sense of humor.
On the other hand, Neville was somewhat nervous, he had been commissioned to make a speech and give a toast, he felt anxious as he had never felt in a long time.
So he went to the bar to ask for something to drink to calm down because otherwise he would be able to vomit which in the worst case scenario would lead to him being killed by Daphne and tortured.
That thought gave him a slight chill, so he grabbed the bourbon shot he had ordered and drank it in one gulp, the sting of the whiskey relaxed him a bit, he leaned on the bar, remembering the speech so as not to ruin it for his mortal well-being.
Then he saw that to the right of him was Hermione.
—How was the party Hermione? —Neville asked jovially.
—Very beautiful Nev, I'm enjoying it a lot, it's fun it reminds me of the Christmas ball, just music and a little fun—Hermione stated with a somewhat sad smile.
—What's wrong Hermione? —Neville asked.
—Nothing, it's just that I wish Ron was here— Hermione said—but I know now he's telling me why I'm so long-faced at our best friend's wedding so I'm trying to focus on enjoying it as much as I can. What about you?
Neville understood what Hermione was telling him so he decided to change the course of their conversation until now gloomy.
—Well, nervous to tell you the truth, this godfather with the ring thing is one thing, but this godfather thing with the toast and the speech is something I'm not prepared for— Neville commented, —mainly the consequences if I screw up.
—Harry won't do anything to you Nev, he'll just laugh—Hermione comforted.
—He doesn't worry me, she's the girlfriend, if I screw up my mortal well-being is going to go down the toilet— Neville said with feigning fear and exasperation.
That caused Hermione to giggle and smile, it made him smile internally.
Since Ron's death, he and Hermione became closer at times such as when the first month of Ron's death passed, she comforted her by allowing her to cry in peace.
She knew the meaning that Ron had for Hermione, what she felt was a shadow of what she never was, which caused her a lot of pain since sometimes she got lost in her thoughts where, as if it were an act of masochism, she repeated herself. the scenarios where he managed to prevent Ron from dying.
Neville understood since for a time he did the same thing, he imagined arriving just in time to save his parents, he did that after when he was 5 they told him what happened to his parents and as the years passed he repeated the process until finally when he was 13 he understood that living thinking about what could have happened was only a means of escape.
A way of running away from a painful but real reality after all, because when you spend so much time running away from your reality you end up losing what you could be yourself.
For obvious reasons, he did not want that to happen to Hermione, she was important to him, he wanted to protect her, but he knew that she was capable of protecting herself, at least physically speaking, emotionally speaking, it was very different. Neville noticed that she was broken and that he was trying to heal because of it. when they trained he spent a lot more time with her.
So that Hermione's more isolated nature wouldn't take possession of her because he knew her too well to know that when something went wrong, she withdrew into herself and blamed herself for those mistakes and/or failures.
It hurt him to see her lost in her thoughts, even though he began to feel things for them that he didn't know he felt for her, he understood that at least for now it was better to bury those feelings so as not to put her in a difficult position where her feelings were debated. .
Which is why he decided that for the moment he would bury whatever kind of feelings he had for her sake and if something had to happen it would happen and otherwise he would be fine with being her friend.
Overall, on those issues he always stuck to the words of his grandmother.
"Grandson, in love it is always better that everything flows and nothing influences."
—Nev— Hermione's voice called.
He looked at her and saw that she was with the boy that Harry had looked at when they took the photos after the ceremony and just like Harry there was something that didn't convince him about that person.
—Yes Hermione—I look at her and then I look at the man—My apologies I am Neville heir to the most noble and ancient Longbottom house.
—It's a pleasure to meet you, heir Longbottom— she greeted him, extending her hand—I am Cristol heir to the noble house of Yaxley.
There was the bad feeling that it gave him, it was known that by many people that the Yaxley family had a reputation for supporting the pureblood cause, the current head of said Corban family was one of the "victims" of Imperius in the last war.
The subject was a senior auror and had a reputation for constantly seeking to remove Amelia from the position of head of the magical application department as well as rebuffing muggle-born aurors as well as purebloods and halfbloods unsympathetic to the blood pure cause.
—As he is, I must say that his name sounds familiar to me. I have some acquaintances in Slytherin and I think they have mentioned him— Neville stated falsely.
—Maybe I was a seeker and captain during my time at Hogwarts, I must say that they were intense seasons despite the family Charlie Weasley comes from was a demon as a seeker— Cristol affirmed.
Both Hermione and Neville inwardly winced at Cristol's sneaky insult.
—If we have heard that, what does he work for? —Hermione asked.
—Well Ms. Granger, I work as part of a special team that works in countries around the world helping and advising hit wizards and aurors recruited me directly after I finished my training as a hit wizard—Cristol explained.
—Like Muggle military contractors— Hermione chimed in.
They watched as Cristol suppressed a scowl at Hermione's intentional comparison.
It was obvious that after this, Cristol shared the same ideas as his father.
—What is the name of this team? —Neville asked—I wonder what brought it back?
—It's called SCIC or special counterinsurgency corps— Cristol said—We were called by the minister to track fugitive Peter Pettigrew, with orders to capture him or, if the situation becomes difficult, eliminate him."
—I understand, well if you'll excuse me and Mrs. Granger we have best man and godmother business to take care of— he falsely apologized.
To which Cristol left to go pick up a canapé.
When they saw that he was far enough away from them they both sighed at the same time as they let themselves rest on the bar.
—Well now I need a drink—Neville said to which a whiskey-on-the-rocks bartender appeared.
—Same here—to which the bartender looked at her—anything but butterbeer, fire whiskey— The bartender nodded, Hermione then looked at Neville—you know what that means right?"
—Mercenaries—Neville stated confidently, "we knew what would happen to his greatest allies in Azkaban, he needs manpower.
—Yes, but contrary to what we thought, this is about hit wizards, not Death Eaters, anyone who only knows how to use explosive and unforgivable curses, they will know all kinds of dark spells—Hermione answered—we need to learn more, it will be easier at Hogwarts.
—Yes, there we will have to transcribe the spells or curses of the books that there are to avoid raising suspicions —said Neville— anyway we have several secret weapons to counter those bastards.
Neville had been training with his family's grimoire and was making slow progress with it.
Understood after analyzing his family history that the ancestors who had controlled the lightning element had done so through the katana as a kind of conduit to use said power without harming the user.
Something seemed to have been lost given the history of several members of his family trying to manipulate him through the use of the wand, which, since lightning was pure energy, the wand did not support such power charges, which is why it ended up electrocuting the practitioner.
He knew it would be hard for him to master it but Neville felt that he could and should do it, it was his duty, his responsibility.
On the other hand Harry was nervous but he knew how to hide it, since the chat with his friends he had managed to placate them and had remained very close to Daphne.
Greeting the rest of the guests taking a little, eating some things here and there but that man did not allow him to enjoy him bad thorn that made him paranoid something that Daphne noticed for which she apologized to go to her room to retouch the makeup .
Harry then approached Neville.
—Enjoying the party? —Harry asked.
—Many Harry, Daphne certainly looked in the organization—said Neville—you know you get nervous for that man, I'm wrong.
—You are not wrong, something in me gives me a bad thorn— Harry said.
At that time Neville told Harry everything he had taken from now Cristol Yaxley in his conversation with Hermione.
Knowing that Cristol was neither more nor less than a newly marked mercenary death eaters did not like Harry anything he felt something in his bones as he had felt when Ron died and that feeling did not like it at all.
—I want to vigile Nev, you are my godfather and my left hand in this trusted you to avoid any “inconvenience" —Harry told him.
—I'll do it, don't worry about that, I carry my " tools" with me— I mention Neville taking a drink from your whiskey.
Harry knew that he was referring to his second wand that he had bought in Knockturn Alley which despite being in Potter Manor which had protection that avoided the trail of the Ministry did not prevent the use of unforgivable to be detected, so that wand was Extra security given that with it they tried to use cruciatus and the murderous curse.
On the other hand, he knew that most of the members of his team carried a gun as a precaution of the wise majority how to use it that in their training they made them learn to use firearms such as guns or stir.
Neville, in his case, carried it in a 9 mm Glock .17 pistol, these weapons got them through Slade contacts in the black market, so they were equipped with quite effective weapons.
—Remember if you have a threat, eliminate it cleanly without noise and call Dobby to get rid of the body—Harry mutters.
—Sent— Neville acted.
Then Harry moved away and began walking to his bedroom that he shares with Daphne.
Upon arriving he found her accommodating her makeup.
—We are waiting below for the godfather and godmother's toast— Harry said.
—I'll go down— Daphne replied—but before it happens to you and don't say anything because I know you better than anyone, it's for Cristol Yaxley.
As he knew it was the question that appeared in Harry's head at that time but quickly remembered that she knew him as the palm of his hand, sometimes he forgot how easy it was for her to read it.
—Do you know him? "Harry asked.
—Sadly—Daphne said—his father Corban tried He denied and when my relationship began with you, the doors were closed even more, so I threatened my father.
—What did he do? — Harry asked now more alarmed.
—If, the bastard threatens my father with which if I married someone other than Cristol I and my husband would not live after the ceremony— said Daphne.
—I will kill him—Harry said ready to get the stir in his sack's internal pocket.
—No, stop—Daphne stopped.
I take it from the hands with force stopping it.
He was looking at him, in his emerald eyes reflected fear and anxiety in equal parts.
—I don't want him to hurt you— Harry murmur.
—And he will not, he cannot because he has all to lose if something happened to me could not escape the protections, they would not allow it, there are aurores throughout the area adds to this that it is a death eater marked by Voldemort and doing something like that would be to prove that He returned because he is too young to be marked during the first war, so he cannot act —said Daphne trying to calm her husband.
—I start— Harry said—I think you're right, it's my fears talking.
—I know love, but you shouldn't worry— Daphne said—don't let that idiot without a nose ruin this.
—If you are better, let's go down, it's time— he said, taking his hand
Then both of them as one went down to the dance hall where all the guests were already accommodating to enjoy the food and speech of the godfather and godmother just like the first dance.
After entering the living room and sitting everyone began to enjoy the food.
Daphne's parents could be observed next to Sirius, Amelia, Remus, Dan and Emma laughing at what were surely memories of the wanderings of three of the Merodeaders in Hogwarts.
On another table you could see his closest friends like the twins, Ginny, Blaise, Tracey, Astoria with the Diggory eating peacefully.
The others were scattered in different tables some remote from the members of the high dirt to prevent the wedding from becoming dance of curses flying everywhere.
They enjoyed the food satisfying themselves at the moment when the godfather's speech arrived.
Neville as a sample of value I took how the last thing he had left of the whiskey who was drinking to relax.
He was sitting to the right of Harry and Daphne and Hermione to the couple's left.
Then Harry got up.
—Well, as the tradition dictates, it is time for the sponsor's speech and the godmother— Announcement which was received with applause— give the word to my godfather Neville."
Neville got up from his seat and took the cup with champagne.
—Well first of all I would like to say that it is an honor to be your godfather Harry, I know I wasn't the first choice but well—then I take out a piece of paper—this is a little speech that Ron left and says “Harry I've known you since you were a dwarf scrawny with circle shaped glasses which looked ridiculous on you you became a brother to me and Daphne by extension you became my family, I cannot express in words how happy I am that they are getting married that they are making a life together I hope that be very happy and I hope that the children they have inherit your hair Daphne because otherwise the poor will be damned”…
—Before commenting, it is worth emphasizing that I was the first to find out about their relationship...
—It's not true I— Blaise shouted being silenced by the twins.
—Irting to Italian, when I saw them together in St. Mungo I knew that he had that special “something” were not the typical couple of teenagers are “the couple” because their love is one delivered to the other accepting and valuing as they are for which they are why My desire is that in your life they let everything flow and do not let anything influence - I lift your cup - for Harry and Daphne.
—For Harry and Daphne— said the attendees.
Neville sat in his place looked at Hermione and nodded, so she stopped drinking her cup.
—Hello, good afternoon I am Hermione Granger I know why I have seen him daily with them and with my parents —he said making Dan and Emma smile— because I hope they have a beautiful and happy marriage, for Harry and Daphne.
—For Harry and Daphne— said the attendees.
After the toast, the voice of the band singer who had hired indicated that it was time for the first dance of the couple.
Harry took Daphne's hand and headed to the dance hall that was beautifully decorated by the lights of the gas street lamps, the atmosphere was light and calm something that allowed Harry to relax a little while taking his wife in his arms to his wife for dance.
(The Wonder of You by Elvis Presley begins to sound)
Moving to the compass of the sweet melody as they looked at each other there was no need to say any word everything had already been said before.
The song perfectly described what Harry felt about Daphne, her life became something more wonderful since she appeared being able to give her a type of peace she never planned to experiment.
Similarly, Daphne felt that her relationship with Harry despite the fact that I could be branded as idyllic was what she was looking for, she didn't want something passenger or something difficult, she wanted something simple, but at the same time challenging, she wanted something tender, but at the same time Rudo, he wanted tranquility, but at the same time chaos, all that was achieved with Harry and she could not be more satisfied with her relationship.
Little by little people began to take their partners to take them to the dance floor to enjoy the moment.
Neville using its Gryffindor value and ignoring the teasing of Dean and Seamus invited to dance to Hermione body language.
As they danced Hermione could not help looking around then her eyes opened in surprise to see something that surprised her.
She was not of the type of superstitious was someone more than facts, but seeing what she could distinguish as the ghostly form of rum dressed in the same way as when she went to the Christmas dance of 94, her skin was pale, her red hair was red hair was half off, but on his face there was a smile of happiness.
Her eyes threatened to release tears as she buried her face on Neville's shoulder so that no one saw her suffer for her love fallen out of favor.
—What happens? —Neville questions worried.
—I have never believed in ghosts until I went to Hogwarts and even there I learned that they are linked to magically—I explain faithful to their style—but now I think I saw ...
For the first time Neville since it happened, cursing Ron Weasley, cursed him for dying, cursed him for being a fucking suicide, cursed him not to speak, cursed him for not having stopped to reflect as he said that he made the impact that his Death in others, cursed him for making Hermione suffer.
But at the end of cursing him internally he realized that he was in vain, he was already dead and the not then there was no point where he should reproach him things, right?
The music around him was too strong to listen to them for which he approached Hermione's ear.
—Relax, I know it hurts, I know that pain too well—I whisper softly in Hermione's ear—it burn and burning on your skin, on your soul, but you're not alone, here I am, I have you no matter that I'm going to be here for you.
Neville's words warmed Hermione's heart with a warmth that she did not know that she was but did not dislike that feeling, it was a feeling of protection, of peace that she had rarely experienced.
She separated a bit looked directly into Neville's blue eyes met Hermione's brown eyes, Neville smiled slightly while Neville left a little kiss on Hermione's forehead.
Hermione for this I smile warmly to Neville, so I take Neville's face, I turn it delicately and then leave him a kiss on his cheek.
—Thank you Nev— Hermione said gently.
They continued to dance quietly without thinking about what happened around them, they were in a small world where there was no pain or a war.
Shortly after the song ended, the place took a more cheerful tone as music became more danceable through classic magical groups such as "The Weird Sisters" to Muggles singers like David Bowie.
Friends joined to dance freely and have fun without worrying about what tomorrow would present in their lives.
Thus the hours went by with moments as memorable as Blaise trying to dance as Kevin Bacon in "Footloose" failing in the attempt, but without the laughter missing, the twins making break dance to the rhythm of Mc Hammer in perfect synchrony what earned them an ovation.
The party remained animated until the lights of the day began to die and the hours without sun began to look out.
Then Harry decided that it was time to retire to go to his honeymoon with his beloved via translator.
To all this he recalled that he had a bottle of champagne, then he saw Neville talking to Sirius then he was heading to them.
On his way he met the last man who wanted to find that day.
—Lord Potter— Listen to Lucius Malfoy's voice.
—If Lord Malfoy? —"Harry asked.
—I would like to ask if we could meet at some point of the following week to talk about business given that I would like to advise him—Malfoy said, sounding like a kind of mentor.
Harry heard him realized that Malfoy thought he could easily manipulate him being that he was guided by the words of the Huron that called a son, but that did not matter Harry was not a pawn.
He was a king.
—For course, Lord Malfoy, it seems to him next Wednesday— Harry suggested—I will value a man like you can teach me.
He saw Malfoy Mayor inflate his chest and teach himself and there he knew where he wanted it.
Malfoy was waiting for a hard awakening.
—In that case we will see each other, Lord Potter— he said goodbye.
Then he resumed his path to his godfather and Neville.
When he was close to them.
—It was then that after they left a ugly scar on the back and a safety house on fire was that your mother stopped making good Frankie who gave the marriage proposal that had been waiting for a confirmation during 2 months —Sirius counts Neville which listened carefully to the anecdote.
—My mother took so long to give her yes—Neville asked—according to my grandmother she was the one who insisted the most to marry.
—Your grandmother the lie that Frank made him believe the reality is that it was as a soul in sorrow for 2 and a half months and headache to a worse when he said phrases like "if she loves me because she didn't tell me if immediately" or "what I did badly,” was so depressing that I couldn't even make fun of him because it was a joke — I replied Sirius when I notice Harry —which happens puppy.
—Not only Daph and I will retire to our honeymoon so I need when you go close to me— Harry said and then look at Neville—Nev could go down to the cava there is a bottle of champagne for me and Daph you could bring it.
—Of course Harr— said Neville withdrawing.
Neville began to go to the cava that was located in the subsoil of the kitchen.
Dodging as many as he could see some of his friends having fun or chatting with the guests he saw like Ginny, Blaise and a girl surely sneak into Ginny's room to have fun, he denied his head fun for the situation he followed his way just stopping to see Hermione dancing with Tracey seeing her so happy he made him smile liked to see her having fun then continued on her way with a little smile on her face.
He kept walking until he met Theo, his eyes on Theo's face made the smile on Neville's face disappear.
He approached his friend.
—What´s up Theo— Neville asked.
—The" mercenary "under the Cava for something that had brought that it was supposedly a drink for the happy couple — for the Theo — it smells like He wants to fulfill his word.
—In that case I will have to make sure that I do not fulfill your contract— Neville said—for notice.
—Set off, she got 5 minutes ago, she didn't come with anyone so anyone asked about him —Improve Theo —You weren't the only one watching brother, I will put repellent spells so that no one approaches.
—Good.
The cava was directed under the stairs preparing to face a death eater.
While that happened Harry and Daphne were dancing quietly to the sound of "I remember you" by Skid Row when Theo approaches both.
The couple looks strangely.
—We have a problem, the “mercenary” wants to fulfill its “contract— I inform the Theo.
Harry felt his wrath raising hate that he was always right in things like this but the touch of his wife and the security that Neville would fulfill his duty reassured him.
I knew that he had to give him a distraction then he was saved from the band's grip, then he addressed the band singer to give him an indication.
—Some special chief request—asked the band singer.
—Paint It Black by the Stones—Harry answered to which the singer smiled sideways—play it fast and loud.
—His wishes my orders— said the singer.
He told his musicians the song and then face the public who uploaded the volume of their instruments and in the case of the drummer prepared to play stronger.
—Well guests was going to the request of the boyfriend Paint It Black— informs.
(Start Paint It Black from the Rolling Stones)
Neville was at the door of La Cava, said red while it was enlisted heard the intro of the mythical Rolling Stones song.
Ready inside in the cava but not before with its wand launch spells that would silence everything that happened in the cava, after this path between the wine bottles until it saw Cristol with an orange road that recognized as the potion of strangulator that potion It would make their victims suffered a horrible death due to their respiratory paths which began to strangle them to death.
I keep the wand of light and take out the wand of darkness.
He made a small noise that alert Cristol which made the poison drop.
—Longbottom heir what surprise— Cristol said, Neville managed to distinguish the discomfort in Cristol's voice.
—If I wonder what you are doing here— said Neville—You shouldn't be here.
—Well, the girl we talked about as her name was— I try to lie.
—Hermione, his name is Hermione— Neville said—and you are a fucking liar."
—Sorry— he said offended.
—You don't think I saw the strangulator— Neville replied prepared for what I followed.
Then Neville saw him draw his wand.
—I want you to know that this is only for business, not personal— I mention death eater.
—I think it's too personal.
Then Neville saw the murderous curse flying towards him, he moved in the opposite direction while threwing a shear curse to his enemy.
I knew that that kind of spell should be limited along with other curses eliminating any explosive or incendiary through the place where it was.
He saw Cristol erected in a shield that absorb Neville's curse, he answered with a burst of spell erect the shield which absorb that it turned out to be a skin rot.
—Not bad Longbottom heir, it turns out that you are not a squib as many said—Cristol is amazed.
—I think I'm full of surprises— Neville said.
I launched a flood of curses that Cristol elusive or stopped, some redirected them for which wine bottles exploded then Neville took advantage of that to transfigure the liquids into a series of kunai´s who went dangerously to his opponent which he was surprised could not dodge a that drills your right shoulder.
Neville got into a corner panting for the effort, although he did not feel tired but the extra effort he had and the tiredness of the day were stalking him.
On the other hand, blood was excited by its veins, ran at full speed and its heart Latin at the speed of racing horse, their senses were more alert than I never listened to steps that approached him, analyzing as quickly as the wise situation could that in a extended duel he had the chances of losing due to differences in training and experience for which he had to finish it quickly.
I looked at his surroundings and realized that he was illuminated by a row of spotlights for which he strokes as quickly as a strategy to kill Cristol.
—Hey Longbottom, where do you hide piece of shit? —Cristol's angry shout—stupid, kid!
Neville ignored Cristol's insult and draws his wand in the direction of the row of spotlights on radio that left the section where the and Cristol were fighting totally in the dark.
—De lumine— Neville is still.
Then all the lights went out in an instant.
This surprised Cristol who had lost his concentration product of the pain he felt on his shoulder which did not stop bleeding he began to walk when I hear a noise pointed his wand in that direction.
—Lumos.
His wand turned on with a dim light so as not to lose the surprise element, it was then that it did not have fallen into the trap.
—Lux on— the counterspell whispered.
Then the lights then turned on Neville which had sigrilantly moved behind Cristol.
—Expelliarmus! — Neville yelled taking Cristol by surprise.
Cristol's wand was shot from his hand to his left, Cristol turned to look surprised at Neville who draws his wand to kill Cristol.
—Diffin ...
Neville could not finish product that Cristol moved faster and connected a blow to his face, Neville tried a shot at close range, but Cristol took his doll tightly forcing him to struggle for the domain of the wand.
Neville with his free hand connected an accurate blow in the mouth of Cristol's stomach pushing pain but he responded with a header that left Neville stunned which Cristol took the opportunity to turn it in a key and start strangling Neville.
Neville carried his entire weight against Cristol trying to get him off pushing him against one of the walls managing to fall to the ground but Cristol continued to have a deadly grip on Neville which tried to go out by all means but little by little he felt how he lacked the air.
His right hand which was on the ground moving in search of something that allows him A knife was treated began to throw it in the direction where Cristol was hanging it.
Neville listen a drowned cry followed by that Neville who could get out of the mortal grip.
He stood up taking great puffs of airs felt that something dripped from Boca then touched and saw blood coming out of his lip on the other hand he realized that he had Cristol's wand in his hand and at the tip he fell blood.
—You hurt me— Neville growled
I looked at Cristol on the ground which took the face from which he was bleeding and could distinguish that he had nailed the wand in the left eye.
Neville staggered a little yet but he saw how Cristol crawled in search of a wand then saw him about to take Neville's wand, then Neville using all his hatred to Cristol before he could do something.
—Crucio —Neville spat with venom in his voice.
The torture curse violently hit Cristol who released a cry of pain twisting on the ground.
Neville felt dirty for using the curse he put to his parents where they are, but I ignore that dirt, he knew that before the war ended his hands would be full of blood. He released the curse, I took his weapon to point to Cristol's hundred.
Bang
Cristol never knew that it happened only that he felt the pain caused by cruciatus.
Neville morbidly looked at Cristol's corpse for a few seconds while he kept his weapon in the holster, he felt strange there was no satisfaction or apprehension for having killed him.
He didn't feel anything.
—Dobby—Neville called.
The energetic elf appeared next to him.
—What does Dobby's friend Neville need? — the elf asked.
—Take the body and make it disappear so there won't be any trace left— Neville said, pointing to Cristol's body—He was one of the bad Dobby.
—Dobby can do it—elf snapped his fingers then the body disappeared—something else.
—Keep this spotless Dobby so it doesn't look like there was a murder here— Neville ordered.
—Dobby will but first—the elf snapped his fingers.
Then all the dirt and blood on Neville's clothes and face disappeared along with the blood on his face, leaving him the same as he was before entering the cellar.
But the things inside him didn't feel normal and the worst thing is that he didn't know what he felt because how can you explain nothing?
—Thanks Dobby that's all— then the elf left.
Neville reached for the champagne bottle and grabbed it but at that moment he noticed that he still had Cristol's wand in his hand the only proof of the murder.
—Accio wand— then his wand flew into his hand and he caught it.
He put Cristol's wand on a low counter, pointed his wand at Cristol's wand and with one movement transfigured it into a piece of paper.
He took it and put it in his jacket pocket, then he put the combat wand, but not before removing all the enchantments from the cellar, after which he took the bottle of champagne and headed back to the party.
He walked down the hall looking like a wraith until he reached Harry and Daphne, handing the bottle to Daphne.
—The 'mercenary' did not terminate the contract— he said cryptically.
Harry understood that Neville had murdered Cristol.
—Okay—Harry said and then he looked at Daphne—love, why don't you go ahead to the cabin, I want to talk to Nev."
—Of course love—she said, greeting Neville and then kissing Harry and whispering to him—you better not keep me waiting today I'm feeling particularly naughty.
—I'm going as fast as I can— Harry replied, watching his wife leave—by the gods know that if I died between her legs I would die like a king— he muttered to himself and then looked at Neville—look Nev, if today you were my godfather before all these people but you are my hand in all this shit, I count on you and what you did today the service you did for my family is something I will never forget and I am very proud of you.
—Thanks Harry, now if you'll excuse me I need a drink—Neville backed out.
Harry nodded, he went to an empty room and there he activated the portkey of him to his honeymoon.
Meanwhile Neville had gone to the bar where Dan was enjoying a brandy, Neville sat next to the Granger patriarch who instantly noticed that something had happened, Neville was pale and his right hand was trembling.
—Is something wrong Neville? —Dan asked.
Neville had a hard time finding the words until he finally could speak.
—When you were in the service in Malvinas—Dan nodded—did you have to kill?
—Yes, a disturbing truth about war is that very few return without sequelae or traumas, I'm lucky for that —Dan said— but when you kill someone there's no going back, it's something that's always there in the depths of your mind.
Neville nodded and took out the paper. I looked at him. He took out a lighter and set the paper on fire.
—I killed a man today, he was going to poison the champagne Harry and Daphne were going to drink, I stopped him— Neville confessed.
—What did you feel? —Dan asked.
—That's the strangest thing of all, I didn't feel anything, I didn't like it but I did it because—Neville said.
—Because it's what we have to do, because it's the right thing—Dan finished—right or wrong, wrong and right are one of the concepts on earth that when you're at the limit where you have to make a decision are really worthless.
—I know—Neville said.
— What did you do it with? —Dan asked.
—With the glock Slade gave me— Neville replied—he was right it's part of my hand now."
Neville felt a tear fall.
—Where did you shoot him? —Dan asked.
—In the hundred, don't worry, I cleaned everything up and no one will know what happened— Neville said.
—In that case—Dan commented—you earned this—with a nod to the bartender who approached—two shots of rum on the rocks.
The bartender prepared the two drinks in a matter of seconds when they were ready. He served the two gentlemen.
Dan and Neville sipped their drinks in silence, clinked glasses, and drank the rum quietly.
Neville's mind was clearing as he rationalized what he had done, he didn't feel guilty because Cristol tried to kill him first in any case it was self-defense just as he realized he would be the first of a long list of bad guys he would kill in the future.
On the other place Harry had already arrived on his honeymoon, it was a modest cabin in San Carlos de Bariloche in Argentina, he looked around and was amazed by the landscape it was sunset which gave it an even more magical atmosphere, the The smell of the forest was intoxicating. He looked at the sky and saw that the first stars were beginning to appear while the afternoon died and the night made its way.
He saw that it had snowed, which seemed strange to him, but then he remembered that it was probably winter in Argentina while in his native United Kingdom they were having a summer that was too suffocating in parts, on the other hand, winter relaxed him and allowed him to order himself perhaps it is by nature wolfish.
He walked towards the cabin and opened it and all kinds of furniture and a fireplace along with a modest library, then he remembered that his wife was upstairs so he began to undress.
Each step he took left a garment on the floor or on one of the chairs, he began to climb the stairs until he reached the only lighted room,
He entered and felt that someone covered his eyes.
—Who I am? —Daphne asked hoarsely.
—Emm, delicate hands with some hardness, especially in the index and middle fingers, surely from practice with the bow, your fruity perfume—Harry mentioned distractedly—it's obviously my Daphne, my beautiful wife with a modest bust.
That earned him a punch in the eye from Daphne who stood in front of him with a feigned look of annoyance.
—Seriously Potter— Daphne said.
Instead of answering, Harry stared at her beautiful wife, who was dressed in a little lace nightgown that hugged her figure.
She was undeniably beautiful, she had high cheekbones, full lips, a small nose, she was only 2 cm shorter than Harry, she had a curvaceous figure that thanks to exhaustive training she kept in very good shape, the most prominent part being her butt.
Then Harry took her in his arms to which Daphne held on to Harry's neck while linking her legs around Harry's torso, carrying her while they kissed and carried her to the king-size bed where they both dropped down while caressing each other. other.
Harry caressed every inch of Daphne's skin as she planted kisses on Harry's jaw and then on his neck leaving love marks causing him to growl as they both rubbed their sexes in sync, Harry started down leaving kisses on Daphne's body. Daphne until she removes the straps from her nightgown.
Then he begins to kiss and suck one of Daphne's tits while she let out moans of pleasure for the attentions of her husband, Harry continued in his almost religious task of giving her as much pleasure as possible.
For several moments he dedicated himself to tasting Daphne's tits until he began to descend in a path of kisses through Daphne's flat stomach until he reached her vagina, he took off the black panty and then began to devour his wife.
—oOoOh Harry like that— Daphne moaned, bursting with pleasure.
As he kneaded her breasts feeling more pleasure from Harry's attentions, she realized in a corner of her mind that Harry went directly to bring her pleasure as opposed to the fact that he would normally tease her a bit before start eating it.
That thought of hers made her more aroused, when she felt something enter her vagina.
Meanwhile Harry had been kissing Daphne's lips like a thirsty man drinking Daphne's fluids, so he plunged a finger inside Daphne's vagina and began to push it back and forth causing her to scream with pleasure, while with mouth played with her clit.
Daphne felt that as Harry continued his attentions to her he was getting closer to what he knew would be his first orgasm of the night.
—I'm close…Har…I'm close baby— Daphne panted.
Harry then inserted two more fingers inside Daphne and began using her tongue to play with her clit, causing her to squirm in pleasure, clutching the bed sheets tightly.
She continued to climb as if she were on a roller coaster until she finally released herself with a powerful moan that was heard throughout the room.
Harry meanwhile drank from her lover's juices until he climbed on top of her and started kissing her.
Their tongues danced in tandem massaging each other, Daphne testing herself in Harry's mouth and fingers until a feeling of urgency washed over her so she decided to take the initiative by holding him tight against her so she could turn him around leaving them herself. up and down.
—You know, my love—Daphne commented, separating from him—while you were at home, apart from putting on this pretty nightgown, I drank a very special potion, which sounds like 4 months in which we can take without the need for a contraceptive charm.
—Sounds fucking great— Harry said before kissing her again.
Daphne while kissing Harry saw her wand on the bedside table he took it to remove all the clothes that were left on them with one movement, she left her wand on the table and returned her attention to her husband.
—You're mine, shit, you're fucking mine— she moaned as she felt Harry's member penetrate her.
She began to feel filled with Harry's penis and began to move her hips rhythmically as she tightened her vaginal muscles around Harry's member, while he himself tightened his grip on Daphne's chains helping her to keep her balance.
Daphne leaned in letting her soft tits rest on Harry's muscled chest as she moved in line to her neck and began to kiss him until at the point she began sucking hard until she groaned at him.
—You're mine Harry, my Harry— Daphne growled into her neck, beginning to bounce on Harry's lap and consequently stimulating them more.
—And you're mine Daph, my Daphne, my wolf— Harry moaned as he stroked Daphne's back.
She kept moving her hips as he began to increase the force and speed of her thrusts, her bodies moving as one increasing the pleasure in both of them.
As they approached the climax, her body reflected the passion and lust that they both demonstrated.
Daphne's body had hickey and bite marks on her neck and her breasts as well as her hips were marked in the shape of Harry's strong hands.
Now Harry was on top of her kissing Daphne's neck at a weak spot while the said was clawing at her husband's back until she felt her second climax approaching.
—Love, I'm close to her— Daphne murmured in her ear.
—I close too— Harry said.
He began to thrust harder inside Daphne, making her moan more than make noises while she was clouded with pleasure that she was feeling thanks to her husband.
Then he felt her peak reach as Daphne's vaginal muscles began to squeeze Daphne's penis until finally with her agonized moan she climaxed from her.
Harry continued to push until the knot he had felt loosened and released his load into Daphne's uterus, he pushed a few times before flopping to the side next to his wife which he took into a hug. .
She snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth of Harry's skin. Given his Animagus status and consequently his intermediate status, Harry had, even though he wasn't transformed, a higher than average body temperature which made him a blanket that Daphne would gladly wrap herself up in.
—I love you— Harry murmured, kissing his forehead.
—I to you— said a smiling Daphne—I think I'd like a drink of that delicious champagne.
—Excellent idea love— Harry said.
She saw said bottle inside a cooler to stay cold while the ice cubes were under a spell of ecstasy so they wouldn't melt, with her wand she summoned it while Daphne took two glasses she had left out of one of the drawers. there to drink with his love.
Harry, taking the bottle in his right hand while with the one he had free, cast an enchantment to track some poison. It was an enchantment that Snape had created, for which he had the guarantee that it was infallible, after said enchantment did not detect any poison, he uncorked the chapan .
Daphne extended the glasses to which she put some ice cubes that were in the cooler.
After pouring the champagne into the glasses she set the bottle on one of the nightstands and took the glass from her.
—To us my wolf— Harry toasted.
—To us my wolf— Daphne reciprocated.