50th Anniversary
The 50th Anniversary of the Battle Of Hogwarts was a fine event, lavished with the most expensive decorations possible and wines with exquisite vintages, all for the star guests, Harry Potter and the Order. Of course, not everyone was still there unfortunately, but still it was important to celebrate what they had achieved, as that kept the memories of their lost friends going, too.
“Well I for one think the 25th Anniversary was a lot classier than this” snipped Draco as he and Harry walked down a red carpet towards the main ballroom. Harry chuckled at his husband and pulled him into his chest, wrapping his arms lightly around Draco’s waist.
“Nothing is ever up to your standards is it, Darling?” Harry kissed his husbands forehead. Draco smirked up at him.
“Well, actually darling that suit you are wearing is very up to my standards.” Draco purred, winking at his love.
“Even in your sixties you can turn me on, your talents are infinite”. Smirked Harry. They linked arms again before heading into the ballroom.
Both Draco and Harry had aged well, neither of them were as physically fit as they had been in their twenties but Harry still had broad shoulders and stocky thighs, he’d shot up to 6’3 so his physique suited him. His unruly hair was still inky black, but was now heavily peppered with grey and white hairs that gave a Harry a very charming appearance, that matched the thick, but well groomed, beard on his jaw.
Draco on the other hand was still slim, but had a small gut on him from Harry’s delicious cooking. He felt so blessed every day to have the man as his husband. His blonde hair was now silver, but as luscious and voluptuous as ever.
Harry felt Draco tense his grip on Harry’s arm as they entered the ballroom, public events still managed to rile Draco up after all of these years. They were instantly bombarded with photographers and dispensary guests, but Harry’s only focus was his loves’ comfort.
Wrapping his arm around Draco’s waist Harry pulled him so that they were facing each other, and grabbed Draco’s left hand with his right. He lifted his knuckles up to his mouth and kissed down on the golden ring and emerald studded silver ring on Draco’s wedding finger, looking up at him with a smile filled with love.
“Sweet, we have been together for 46 years, married for 43. You’re everything and more that I could have ever dreamed of, and I love you more than anything, okay?” Draco nodded his head and kissed Harry’s lips intensely, whispering an ‘I love you’ to him.
Within the next few minutes they had been able to find the Order members they had gone to school with, all of them greeting them enthusiastically.
“Brilliant to see you mate!” Exclaimed Ron as he pulled Draco into a manly hug. “Likewise, it’s been too long” replied Draco with a genuine smile.
“40 years later and I still can’t get used to that” laughed Hermione as she kissed Harry on the cheek before hugging him, her grey curls bouncing on his shoulder.
Next to greet them was Dean, looking incredibly handsome in his old age. His hair was now in long, thick dreadlocks that made him look powerful, and his vibrant red suit gave him the appearance of youth. Harry definitely thought Dean had aged the best out of all of us.
They all made their way over to their seats as the first speech began.
The new minister for magic- Malcom Creevey- made the classic ‘welcome to the celebration’ speech that they had every year, adding a few details about the eccentric venue too.
“And now, I will hand over to the main man of the show, Mr Harry Potter!”.
He kissed Draco on the cheek before heading up to the podium, applaud roaring in his ears.
“Thank you, Malcom. And what an honour it is to be here- again!” The audience chuckled. “For 50 years, we have lived in peace and unity, strengthening the powers of our magic and our longevity. And for 50 years, Voldemort’s wrath has been over”.
Harry took a deep breath before continuing.
“The last 50 years haven’t always been easy, my coming out breaking the hearts of witches all over the world, the hate me and my now husband, Draco, received for daring to love one another. But now, we are getting to live our happy ending.”
Harry turned towards the table where his husband was beaming up at him.
“I have loved every day of the past 46 years of having you as my own, Draco, you have made my life incredible and are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you to no end and would spend 5 decades with you over, and over again. I love you”.
The crowd let out a unanimous ‘aww’ and started clapping once more, before Harry turned back towards the stage.
“I wish that everyone could be here tonight, those who we lost in The Battle and those who we have lost since; Seamus, Neville and Ginny will forever be in our hearts,”
Harry turned and nodded his head at Dean, Hannah and Luna who all smiled sadly back at him.
“They are part of the reason why I cannot possibly be the main man. Just because I was the one to land the final blow, does not mean I ended Voldemort all on my own. Both Ginny and Neville fought bravely then, and Seamus would have probably ended old No Nose in a much more entertaining way than me!”
Another chorus of laughter.
“And of course, there are those who we lost in the war, and along the way. My sons James Sirius, and Cedric Remus, know they were named after the strongest, most resilient men that died to save me, as vain as that sounds. I value them all so much-“
Harry felt himself choke up.
“And my beautiful, beautiful daughter Carina Lily, knows she holds the strength of every woman who fought His evil in her name. I am grateful for you all, I am so happy that so many of us are still here, living out what we fought for.”
“We all had to make some tough decisions in that war, many of us children still, forced into making hurrendous decisions.”
Harry glances at his husband.
“My own lover, Draco, was not on our side. But he saved me, multiple times through out the war, at the risk of his own life. As did his magnificent mother, who I wish could be with us tonight”.
“Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open, is something I was once told. And it rings true. Our differences should only bring us closer, not distance us. For as long as we stand together, we stand undefeated”.
Harry took a small bow before raucous applause erupted around the room, and his black was slapped heartily as he sat back down at his table. He grasped Draco’s hand in his own and smiled at the man that had made him so happy.