Author's Notes: This is the sequel to my previous story, 'I Do What I Want' If you have not read that first, then I am afraid you will be horribly confused. I was not going to post the sequel to this story on this site because this is SLASH and has about the same amount of mature content that the last story had. I will warn you all when that is happening and provide the means to skip over it should you wish to do so. I sincerely apologize for the wait in the sequel, I just wasn't sure about posting it here. I actually have the entire sequel finished, so it will be a matter of posting it. I am currently working on the third installment.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter in any fashion. This is my imagination at work. The originals all belong to J.K Rowling. I am not making any money off of my story.

"I feel like we are forgetting something." Harry mused out loud. He hated feeling like that. It felt like forgetting a locked door or wondering if the oven was left on. That type of thing. He wracked his brain trying to remember what it was that he forgot, but nothing was coming to mind. Typical.

Draco paused in his attempts to drag Harry quicker. He just wanted to get to the sanctuary already. They had only been in Singapore a couple of days, but they still hadn't had an opportunity to visit the magical creature sanctuary. They may have spent some rather pleasurable days just getting lost in each other's bodies, instead of sightseeing.

"Something important? Or just like you forgot to wear pants?"

Harry rolled his eyes but his mouth was twitching. "Now that you mention it…" He teased with a smirk.

Draco blinked as he traveled up and down Harry's body. They were both in muggle clothing but it did nothing to hide how delicious his husband looked. He tried to think back to their conversation they were having but his mind couldn't help but wonder if Harry really wasn't wearing any pants underneath his trousers.

Harry's smirk widened at the distracted blonde. "Stop picturing me naked or we will never make it." He warned. A long drawn out sigh was his answering reply. Draco shook his head to clear the lovely lust that had been rooting.

"Such a tease." Draco grumbled before he started pulling on Harry's hand again. "You never did answer my question though." He pointed out.

"I don't know." Harry admitted, slightly in frustration. "I just feel like we were supposed to do something and we didn't do it."

Draco shot him a leer. "I know what I would like to do." He waggled his brows suggestively.

Harry sighed heavily. "That is something you have definitely not forgotten to do." He shook his head at his incredibly horny husband.

"Later." Harry promised. As much as he would like to play it off or pretend that it was only Draco that got like this, it would be pointless. They both knew that he wanted Draco as much as his soulmate wanted him.

"I will hold you to that-" Draco stopped talking when he caught sight of their destination.

Harry frowned when his lover paused. He looked up and his eyes widened. It was beautiful. They had talked to the person in charge of their suite and the wizard had warned them that they would have to travel through a muggle attraction to get to the sanctuary… they just didn't expect the attraction to be so gorgeous.

Birds. There were birds everywhere. Harry knew that the place was called Bird Park… he just didn't think it actually meant that the entire place was an aviary. He grabbed the nearest tourist map off of an employee and looked it over.

Draco looked over the map with his lover and let out a whistle. "Harry there has got to be at least three hundred different bird species in here." He looked around and was impressed with the muggles that built the place.

"Four hundred." Harry corrected with a shake of his head as he read over the map. "Over five thousand birds are inside the aviary." He wondered if this was the largest aviary in the world. He hadn't ever paid much attention to things like that before.

"There." Draco pointed out a destination on the map. "We have to go through there to get to the sanctuary." He had wondered why the magical sanctuary would be in the middle of a muggle attraction but he was now understanding the situation. The place was hiding in plain sight.

Harry hummed in thought. "That is right between the areas for Pelicans and Parrots." Which was on the other side of the park from the entrance.

Draco did not like the idea of walking that far. "Oh look." He said in delight. "There is a train we can take." The muggles were genius. Not that he was going to admit that, but it was true nonetheless.

They quickly boarded the train and settled in to wait for more people to get in so they could take off. There were fast conversations happening all around them. Singapore was a widely diverse place. Many different languages being spoken, and not a single one of them did they understand. They had used a translation spell but when talking to muggles, that didn't work very well. Sure, the spell translated what the muggle would say, but they couldn't use the spell to translate their own words back. It was the spell that would take their own words and translate them to the person. The spell would seriously freak out the muggle if they weren't careful. So when talking to non-wizards, they had to try and find someone to translate for them or just hope the person spoke English.

Draco put his hands on the seat in front of him and leaned forward, he was trying to take a better look at the birds that he could barely see in the distance. He hoped that after the sanctuary, Harry wouldn't mind sticking around and looking at the birds. He barely paid the person in front of him any mind. He made sure not to get into their personal space as he narrowed his eyes in concentration. He wasn't an expert on non-magical animals. So he wasn't sure what kind of bird he was trying to look at.

"Aren't you a little young to be married?" An attitude filled voice interrupted his musings.

Draco startled slightly at the voice. He looked over to see the lady in front of them had turned disapproving eyes on his hands that were still on her seat. He looked down and noticed that she was staring at his wedding ring. He narrowed his eyes at her, as he was filled with annoyance. She was an older lady, at least sixty. She had an accent that suggested that she knew English but it wasn't her first language. He wasn't sure if she was native to Singapore or not, he didn't care.

"Aren't you a little old to be a judgmental, daft, rude bint? Surely more than wisdom comes with age." He retorted angrily.

Harry groaned at that. He knew the lady had been rude but it was like Draco just had no filter. It was a wonder that he could take his husband anywhere.

A dramatic gasp was his reply. "Excuse me?" The lady asked in outrage. "It was just a question. There was no need to be rude."

Draco arched an elegant eyebrow. "So was mine. Yes, I am married and yes, I am young. What the two have to do with anything, is beyond me. I am lucky enough to have found the love of my life at a young age. If that bothers you, then get the fuck over it. Besides, what do you care if I am married? Do you get easily upset over what strangers who have nothing to do with you, do with their own lives? Lives that again, have nothing to do with you?"

There was a pregnant pause as Draco waited for the lady to either finish her argument or to shut up altogether.

"Where is the respect for your elders?"

Draco looked up to see another passenger a couple seats up turn to complain. He looked rather unimpressed at the nosy man.

"Respect? That isn't something that can be demanded of anyone. It is earned. I refuse to respect someone that has not shown me any respect. I don't care if you are five or fifty-five, age holds no importance when it comes to respect. If you show me respect, then I will show you that same respect back. She was rude and judgmental towards my life choices, which have nothing to do with her and yet you think I should respect someone like that just because they are old as dirt?" His tone of voice suggested the man had lost his mind.

Draco had been prepared to lay into the man but a gentle hand on his knee stopped him. He gripped Harry's hand on his body tightly. He narrowed his eyes at the man and the old lady. "Let's just keep our opinions to ourselves and enjoy the ride in silence." He suggested before dismissing them completely and turning his attention towards Harry.

The wait before the train took off, was rather tense. Harry could practically feel the displeasure from the two rude passengers, but it was nothing to the anger he could feel from Draco. He leaned in till he pressed his mouth up against his lover's ear.

"They don't know our love, Draco. They don't know us and they don't know what they are talking about." He whispered before pressing a gentle kiss against the hallow of his soulmate's throat.

Draco felt his anger melt away and had to marvel at how quickly Harry could tame him. He should probably worry about that, but he just couldn't bring himself to care.

Despite the rough beginning to the ride, Draco was enjoying all of the birds that he could see as they made their way around the park. "Look Harry!"

Harry smiled widely at the pure joy and enthusiasm he could feel from his soulmate. He rested his head on Draco's shoulder in contentment as he looked at every bird that Draco wanted to show him.

"Ooo. What kind of bird is that one?" Draco wondered as the train stopped for a brief moment at the next station.

Harry looked at the blue bird with an almost afro of feathers on its head. "I think it is some type of pigeon." He looked down at the map and nodded his head when his hunch was correct. It was a crowned pigeon.

Draco blinked in disappointment before his eyes widened. "Oh! Look over there! It's a toucan."

Harry couldn't stop smiling at Draco's enthusiasm, he couldn't remember a time when he had seen Draco so relaxed and free. Things had been tense for a long time. Even before the darkness there had been the trial and everything going on with the Weasleys. They didn't have a whole lot of time to just enjoy their surroundings or each other until now. He adored the happiness in the bond. Loved the positive and carefree emotions from Draco.

Draco could feel happiness from Harry but he was too distracted by all the different birds to really pay attention to why his lover was happy. He was just glad that he was. Harry deserved to be happy and he was glad that Harry was enjoying their honeymoon.

At the next train stop, Harry and Draco quickly got off. They would have to walk a little bit but that was alright. They didn't even pay attention to the relieved breath that the old lady let out at their departure. They were too caught up in the scenery.

Harry entwined their fingers together as they strolled leisurely through the aviary. He watched the almost childlike excitement in Draco's eyes and he melted. He knew that Draco had never done anything like this before. He himself had only ever been to a zoo the one time and that hadn't ended well for anyone. Except for maybe the snake.

"Where is it supposed-" Harry stopped talking when his eyes looked over the space between the parrots and the pelicans. What had just been a walkway and an entry for employees, was now a giant wall covered in vines. He would have thought it was just a part of the whole attraction except for the fact that between the gaps of the vines, he could make out a shopping district. He thought it looked somewhat like Diagon Alley… only more welcome. Which was a little surprising considering that Diagon Alley was already decently friendly. The shops were smashed together and colorful. Every single shop was a different color than its neighbor. There weren't many robes being worn. Just bright clothes all around.

Draco looked around quickly to make sure that there weren't any muggles looking at them before he pulled Harry forward and straight into the vines. He had recognized the vines almost immediately. Virganes. Anyone meaning harm to the people inside would instantly be strangled to death by the plant. They were similar to devils snare in the fact that they could be deadly. He tilted his head to the side as he detected muggle repelling charms. He wondered how well that would work considering that the sanctuary was located inside a muggle attraction. How would that even apply? He looked over his shoulder when he heard footsteps. He narrowed his eyes when the muggles looked right at them, only they didn't seem to notice that they were there.

"You know, I think we will eat here at the restaurant after all." A female muggle told the rest of her group.

"But I thought that you said it was a rip off? And that we could find a cheaper place outside of here?" One of her friends argued.

"I know that, but I just feel like the food will be good here. I don't know why I think that." She mused as they drifted away.

Draco smirked. So the spells not only repelled the muggles away but also convinced them to spend more money here. He wondered if wizards had a hand in some of the attractions at the aviary. Perhaps they ran both? Very Slytherin.

Harry had started to panic when Draco walked them into the vines. He had thought that maybe it was like Kings cross, he thought that they would just walk through them. He did not think that the vines would be touching him and holding him in place.

"Draco what is going on?"

Draco looked over at Harry when he detected fear. "It's alright." He soothed. "They are detecting your intent. This is a sanctuary for magical creatures. Anyone intending to do harm to those inside will perish in the vines. Since we don't want to do that, we are perfectly fine."

Harry wasn't sure if that was supposed to reassure him. It would have been nice to have known this before his husband dragged them into the vines. He frowned when Draco was released but he was not. "Uhh…" He trailed off uncertainly.

Draco hummed in thought as he stared at the Virganes. The plant should have released Harry by now. He knew that it wasn't because they detected a threat, otherwise they would have just attacked. Something else was going on.

Harry jumped in shock when he felt a vine travel along his back and heading south towards his arse. He put all the force that he could to break free and sighed in relief when he was released. "I think the vines just tried molesting me." He complained as he stepped behind Draco. He wasn't hiding… he was just using his lover as a shield… that is all.

Laughter. Harry frowned when Draco just laughed at him. "Oh nonsense love." Draco chided gently as the vines made room for them to walk through. "The Virganes only has one purpose and that-" He was cut off by a whimper from Harry. He turned around and froze in shock when he was met with the sight of Harry covered in the vines. The vines were slowly moving along Harry's neck in a not very innocent manner.

Harry pleaded with Draco to do something. He didn't want to use magic on a plant that he knew nothing about. Especially not a deadly plant that could kill people.

Draco frowned. Perhaps Harry had been right, the plant did seem rather attached to him. He reached out and grabbed hold of Harry and pulled hard enough to release his soulmate from the grasps of the plant vines.

"That was odd." Draco mused as he straightened Harry's clothes and hair the best he could. The clothes were easy. The hair however, was a lost cause.

Harry huffed. "Next time I tell you that a plant is molesting me, I would like some credibility." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Alright. I am sorry for not thinking that a plant was molesting my husband." He shook his head with a small smile. "The next time a plant molests you, I promise that I won't even think about it, I will just attack."

Harry didn't like the humor in the bond, he huffed rather put out but still allowed Draco to hold his hand.

Draco had been about to tell Harry something when he realized that all of the people that had been in the road, were staring at them. He didn't like it. It wasn't a stare that made him feel like something was wrong. It was more of a way when you admire someone's clothes and wish you had the same kind.

"Draco, why are they staring at us?" Harry whispered. "Is it because we aren't magical creatures?" He bit his lip in worry. He knew that it was a sanctuary for magical creatures, a place that any creature could go to with no fear of prejudice. Wizards and Witches were welcome as long as they weren't there to do harm but the stares were making him worry that they were now the minority. Perhaps there was a prejudice against them too? He wasn't sure what was going on but he didn't like it. He hated being the center of attention.

Draco shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea why everyone was staring at them. He didn't like it either. He had never liked being noticed for things that held no merit to who he was. Usually he was being noticed for being a Malfoy, or recently because he had been a deatheater. He was safe from both of that here in Singapore, so he wasn't sure what has happening.

They began walking slowly, both trying and failing to pretend like this was a normal experience. The place had once resembled the hustle and bustle of busy shoppers but now it was quieter than a graveyard. There weren't even any peeps or noises to be heard. It was so unnerving.

Draco looked around and took in the buildings. They were so different here and he admired them. He admired the colors. Everywhere was just so pretty with the different shades and hues. He wished that Diagon Alley looked like this. He smiled as they passed some of the shops. He detected shops for every magical creature out there. He even saw a troll shop. He wasn't sure how many trolls actually came here, but it was still interesting to see. He made a mental note to visit the shop dedicated to werewolves. Draco hoped to find a souvenir for Remus. He knew that Harry would want to take a look around as well.

Harry made a pleased noise when he caught sight of an incubus shop. He wondered if Demetrius would take offense to something from there. He knew the man wasn't a full incubus but there must be something in there that Demetrius might like. At least he hoped there would be. Perhaps he could ask the owner of the store later on. He looked up and winced when he noticed that everyone was still staring at them. It was so distracting. How were they supposed to enjoy themselves if everyone was looking at them like they were now the birds of the aviary? Like that they were some odd species of humans. Something that they had never seen before. It was so uncomfortable.

"Mommy they are so pretty." Harry and Draco looked over to see a little girl with bandages around her eyes, facing their direction. Draco wondered how she could have seen them at all with the wrapping covering the top of her face.

Harry looked up to the child's mother and he furrowed his brows at the odd look on her face. He might have asked what her daughter meant but he changed his mind at the woman's expression. He decided that silence was probably the best policy.

At the end of the road was a giant building. At first Harry thought it was a branch of Gringotts but he realized when they got closer, that it was actually the main building of the sanctuary. It was the sanctuary itself. He let out a low whistle. It was nearly the size of Hogwarts. Perhaps a little smaller. It wasn't as beautiful but it had its own beauty. The white gleaming marble was attractive when the sun shone down upon it.

Draco was pleased when they made it to the doorway, he just wanted to get out of the gazes of the people in the road. He nodded his head at the two guards that were assigned to the door. He frowned when they didn't perform any detection spells on them. He could tell by the way they held themselves and their eyes that they were vampires, which was a good choice for guards, they weren't easily distracted. Until now, Draco had never seen flustered vampires before. He wondered if he should say something, he looked to Harry but caught the small shake to his head. Draco shrugged, if Harry didn't want him to speak up, that was fine with him. He hadn't been sure what he would have said anyways.

Harry opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief when there wasn't anyone in the main entrance. Just a giant sign letting the visitors know which floor provided what. His eyebrows rose when he caught sight of a healer level.

"Why would there need to be a healer section? Shouldn't they just go to a hospital?" He was positive that he had seen a magical hospital not too far from their hotel.

Draco sighed sadly. "You would think so but a lot of magical creatures are seen last upon entry, in some cases dying before they are seen by a healer. Also, in some countries, magical creatures aren't even allowed to go to a hospital." He offered with anger. Why did the world have to be so cruel? Just because someone was different didn't mean that they deserved to be treated as a second-class citizen. Life was important. Whether it be muggle, wizard or magical creature. Any life was worth saving.

Harry blinked rapidly as he tried to process that statement. What kind of nonsense was this? He just didn't understand. He had always thought that Umbridge was just a silly old lady who had lost her marbles, but it seemed like the world was filled with people who thought just like that. To think that magical creatures couldn't even go to a hospital without being judged, was just horrid. He wished there was something that he could do. He wished that he could change things, but unfortunately, he didn't have the power to change the world. Despite what Luna and her predictions might think.

"I know." Draco assured him, when he felt the anger and melancholy fill his lover. He wished that they could do something about it too. Harry smiled when he caught sight of a children's ward. The sign said it was a safe place for children to just be children. It filled him with such sadness that there even had to be a place like this set up. Shouldn't children all around the world already have this?

"The lecture hall is on this floor." Draco mused. He was looking forward to learning more about magical creatures. The limited supply of accurate books didn't go in to too much detail. He wished that there was more insight in the books. Actual things that he could learn about.

Harry nodded his head but still looked sadly at the sign. He would like to have seen more of what the sanctuary had to offer, but he knew that there would be more time later.

Draco couldn't contain his excitement the closer he got to the lecture hall. He had been wanting to come here since he was a child. This had been the one place that he dreamed about visiting. This had been his secret from his father. A magical creature sanctuary was not someplace that his father would have taken him, nor was it a place that his father would have liked his son to even talk about it. It wasn't that his father was prejudiced, he just didn't care about what was happening to magical creatures. It was one of those things of, 'It doesn't affect me, so why should I care?'. Which is the wrong attitude to have. Injustice is something that should be fought against no matter who it is happening to. At least, that is what Draco thought.

Harry thought about sending Draco calming emotions, but changed his mind. He loved feeling the chaotic emotions. It was so unusual to see his husband so out of character. He reveled in it.

Draco stopped at the closed door, he reached out a hand to open it but paused to stare at Harry.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Harry looked at him in confusion. He hadn't done anything to be thanked for. He reached out to gently touch his lover's cheek. "What for?"

Draco leaned into the warm palm. "For bringing me here. I know I already thanked you but this means a lot to me."

Harry smiled warmly before leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. "I will always give you whatever you want." He promised against the soft pink lips of Draco's. He felt the smile against his own and he chuckled.

"Let's go in." Harry suggested as he pulled away from the tempting blonde. If they continued to kiss, he knew that they would end up just going back to their suite. He really did want to see the sanctuary.

"Yes." Draco agreed, he steeled his nerves and slowly opened the door. He had been hoping that they would just quietly settle into the room without attracting too much attention, but that hope had been in vein. It would appear that they couldn't go anywhere without eyes on them. He had a feeling that their eyes had been on the door before they even opened it. He knew that was a paranoid thought but he couldn't help but think that, especially when every single person in the lecture hall was staring at them.

Harry figured that everyone would look to the newcomers and then turn back to the speaker. He waited patiently but shifted uneasily when he noticed that no one was doing that. The polite thing would be to just look away. Hadn't anyone taught them that staring was rude? What was with this place? He grabbed hold of Draco's hand and pulled him into the nearest chairs by the door. He hoped that once everyone realized that they were just there to hear the lecture, that they would go back to what they had been doing before they entered.

Draco frowned at the continued stares. Never in his life had he experienced this. Was it because they weren't from here? He discarded that thought immediately. That wouldn't make sense since the sanctuary attracted national attention. Was it really because they weren't magical creatures? He didn't think that could be it either, since the sanctuary provided lectures for wizards to learn about magical creatures in a friendly environment. Was that just a brochure attraction? Was the real thing not as it appeared? He was beginning to become disappointed. He had been dreaming about this place for years. He had imagined how warm and welcoming the place would be, only this wasn't it. This was the furthest thing from welcoming. Sure, no one had actually insulted them but the creepy never ending stares weren't exactly friendly.

He was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic at the stares. He looked to Harry and frowned at the panic in the bond. This wasn't worth it. He quickly stood up and pulled Harry out of the room. He noticed that there were some people in the hallway that were staring at them too. He narrowed his eyes at them and ran down the hall until there was a closed door. Draco hurried into the room and shut the door behind him.

Harry was facing the door as Draco looked to him. "I couldn't take the stares." Draco offered in explanation. "We should just get out of here."

Harry detected the reluctance in the bond and he frowned. He knew how much this meant to his lover. Knew how much Draco had been looking forward to coming here. "Maybe we could try a different floor?" He offered in suggestion.

Draco smiled at that. He knew that Harry was trying to make him feel better. He shook his head sadly. "I don't think that will help anything. The stares are everywhere."

They both froze when they heard a sneeze. They turned as one to see that they had walked into a small room with about five people in it. In their haste to get away from the stares, they had unknowingly walked into a room with people in it. It looked as if the room had been some kind of work shop. The room was filled with teenagers all carving sculptures.

"Sorry." Draco began when he looked around. "We didn't mean to interrupt you all. We just came in here to avoid the stares."

Harry arched a brow when no one spoke and they just kept staring. "The same staring that you are doing." He offered with a wave of his hand. His tone of voice had been a little harsher then he intended but he was just so fed up with the glances.

One of the teenagers coughed and cleared his throat. "Sorry." He offered weakly. "It's just that we have never seen soulmates before."

Harry and Draco froze in surprise. Harry smacked himself in the forehead. That had been what he had forgotten. A dampening spell. He had known that they should have put one on since they were in a foreign place.

"Is that why we have been looked at like the birds on display in the aviary?" Draco grumbled. The group of kids all chuckled and nodded their heads.

"Yes, the sanctuary is filled with all kinds of magical beings from around the world. We can all detect your bond in some way, shape or form." Another kid piped up. He appeared to be about fifteen and definitely a vampire. He had shaggy black hair that was shoulder length. His honey colored skin was striking against the black of his clothes. "The name is Pyotr." The Russian accent was thick.

Harry said the name in his head a couple times, trying to get the syllables to form properly. There was a flash of a smile that showcased very sharp fangs. "It can also be said as Peter, if that is easier to pronounce."

"Peter, it is." Draco announced. Another fanged smile was his reply.

"You can sit if you would like." A shy small teen gestured to open seats across from Peter. The teen had a light burgundy hair color, one that surprisingly looked natural. His skin was slightly darker than Peter's. Where Peter had a red tint to his eyes, this boy had deep, dark blue eyes.

Draco thanked the boy before he sat on one of the chairs and pulled Harry into his lap. This was how they usually sat and they weren't going to change parts of themselves just to appeal to other people's standards. They had gained some odd looks in the past couple of days but they just ignored that. It was usually muggles that looked at them funny. He sighed in relief when the teens just smiled at them.

Harry looked around the room and smiled at the distracted teenagers. Now that he knew what the stares were about, he didn't seem to mind them too much. "I imagine we are weird to you, huh?" He asked the room.

Peter tilted his head to the side. "Typically, I would say nothing is weird around here. We get magical beings from all walks of life. I couldn't even count all of the odd things that I have seen, but yes, I suppose you are right. Soulmates are not something that we have ever received in the sanctuary."

Draco wondered about the boy. He knew that when it came to vampires, that looks were deceiving. Vampires were always way older than they appeared. The kid talked like he had been around the sanctuary a long time. A very long time.

Harry hummed in thought. "We probably should have dimmed our bond so that we didn't attract so much attention."

The shy teen shook his head rapidly. "Oh no. Don't do that." He begged. "It is so beautiful." He was looking at them with a sense of awe.

"You can see it, Kenny?" The first boy who had spoken to them piped up in wonder. He had short spikey purple hair. Harry felt a pang of remembrance to the bright colors that Tonks used to sport. Other than the hair colors, the resemblance to Tonks stopped there. This teen was tall, taller sitting than Harry was standing. If he had to guess, the teen would probably be over seven foot. He had the same topaz eyes as Remus and he didn't have to be told that this guy was a werewolf.

Draco smiled as he looked to the shy boy who they now knew was Kenny, the kid wasn't meeting their eyes and Draco found that endearing.

"Yes. I can see it." Kenny looked up and noticed the curious look from Harry. "I am an incubus." The boy hadn't said he was partial like Demetrius, so that led Harry to believe that he was a full-blown incubus. Draco was staring at Kenny curiously. He had never even heard of a shy incubus before. Sure, full-blown incubus were nearly extinct but he had always heard how out going and sexual the beings were. It was interesting to see such a shy boy and know that he could attract any female or male that he wanted with just a small puff of power.

"I wish I could see it." The first boy with purple hair whined. "I can only smell it." He looked over to them. "Werewolf." He explained. "The name is Joseph." He held out his hand for the both of them to shake.

"Draco." He offered and watched Harry introduce himself. "As you have already detected, we are soulmates." It was nice being able to just admit that. Only their family knew that they were soulmates. He was proud of the fact that they were destined for each other. He wanted to shout it to the rooftops that Harry was his and would be so for eternity.

Peter looked to Joseph in interest. "I can't smell the bond." He said in surprise. "I can hear it though."

Harry's brows arched. That was a new one. He hadn't come across anyone that could hear their bond. "What does it sound like?" Draco wondered out loud, echoing Harry's thoughts.

Peter tilted his head to the side as he regarded them closely. "You are in synch with each other. It is intriguing. I can hear an almost melody to the two of you. Like there is a soft whisper of music somewhere. It reminds me of a song that gets stuck in your head, only it is stuck in my ears." He paused for a moment before his eyes widened. "It is not just the bond that is in synch. Your hearts beat at the exact same rate, you both breathe at the same time and you even blink together."

Harry and Draco could feel each other's surprise in the bond. Harry had no idea that they were that connected with each other. He wondered if they had been in synch from the first time they bonded or if this was a side effect from them both dying.

"Woah." The two remaining unintroduced boys said in unison. Harry looked at them and immediately noticed some resemblances to them. He wasn't sure if they were siblings but they were definitely related.

"I am Blake and this is my cousin Jake." Harry detected an Australian accent as he listened to the boy speak. The two had the same brown hair but their eyes were slightly different. Blake had brown eyes while Jake's were much darker, almost to the point of being black. They were incredibly pale, almost to the point of being considered albino. "We are hybrids. Our fathers are trolls. We can't see your bond like Kenny here, but there is a visible aura to you both. It is like an imprint of the bond. A passing glimpse, almost like a shadow." Blake explained.

Draco thought that he had to have heard them wrong. Trolls? He had never heard of trolls being with women. That was… different. He supposed if giants slept with humans then trolls could too. "How intriguing." Draco mused as he leaned in to rest his chin on Harry's shoulder.

The two grinned together. "That is not the answer we normally get." Jake replied in amusement.

Harry tilted his head to the side. "Hybrid?" He asked in confusion. That had been the first time he had ever heard a magical creature say that before.

The boys in the room all shared a look before Peter cleared his throat. "It would appear that it is story time."

Draco shrugged his shoulders, he didn't mind learning some things. He as well had never heard of anyone calling themselves a hybrid.

"Most people call us all magical creatures." Peter began with narrowed eyes and a curl to his lip. "We are not creatures. We are magical beings. A magical creature is a classification used to describe Grindylows, Bowtruckles and other animals. Common animals in the magical spectrum. I am a vampire for hells sake. Not some creature. We may not be fully human but that does not make us some animal. It is offensive and not to mention degrading to be classified as such. I prefer the title of magical being. That title would describe the both of you as well. You are a wizard and you are human. I am a wizard and I am a vampire. We are both magical beings trying to live our lives. Why is there a divide? Why do some classify us as things we are not? Why does the world deem you normal and me some creature that must be treated as such?" He paused in his rant to glare at the wall.

Harry felt as if everything had just been tilted on its axis. He had no idea that magical creatures did not wish to be called as such. He hadn't thought it was anything harmful to say. He supposed it was similar to racial issues in other aspects of the world. He thought about it and he could understand where they were coming from. When one thinks of a magical creature, his first instinct is usually to think of the magical creatures that Hogwarts taught about. After that, his mind thinks of werewolves and centaurs. It was a good point. Why were they both classified as the same thing?

Draco's brows rose in surprise. This had not been a line of thinking that he has ever had. He furrowed his brows at all of the magical beings that he has met in England and he couldn't remember a single instance where any of them had asked to be called a magical being instead of a magical creature. He wondered if there was a reason for that. Remus had never seemed to show a displeasure at being called a magical creature. Was it just so normalized in their society that they didn't consider it an insult? Or was it because their displeasure wouldn't have changed societies viewpoint?

"Hybrids." Peter began again. "They are the offspring of a magical being and a human. Or even a magical being and another magical being. Jake and Blake have witches for mothers and trolls for fathers. They are hybrids. The offspring of a Veela and a human would be a hybrid. The younger generations have taken a liking to being called hybrids. They are still magical beings, it is just something that clarifies some finer parts. I am a magical being but I am not a hybrid. Werewolves are magical beings but they are not a hybrid. Goblins are magical beings but they are not a hybrid. The list goes on and on, you get the picture." He waved his hand in the air. "Hybrid is just another way to get a deeper explanation of some magical beings."

Harry hummed in thought. Well that was interesting. He looked to Draco curiously. "Would that make Fleur and Demetrius hybrids?"

Draco tilted his head to the side. "I am not sure. Fleur is only an eighth of a Veela. Demetrius is a sixteenth of an incubus." He looked to the others in the room. "Wouldn't a hybrid be the original offspring?"

Peter chuckled at them. "Technically yes. Their blood has been diluted over the generations since the original offspring. They can be considered a hybrid if they wish but it would be a distant cousin. They are just magical beings."

They both made thoughtful noises at that. It made sense to a degree. It got a little confusing when considering their heritage but Peter was right in saying that the more generations that pass, the more the blood is diluted.

Joseph looked at them in amusement. "You keep interesting company. Partial Veelas and incubi."

Harry shook his head with a small smile. "Also a werewolf."

Joseph let out a whistle. "Well you two just got a lot more interesting to me."

Draco looked around at the table curiously. "What exactly are you guys doing?"

Kenny looked up at Draco for a moment before ducking his head to hide his gaze. "We are doing wood working for the afternoon."

"It was either that or arts and crafts." Jake said with a shudder. "That is where the girls are, they think that woodworking is boring."

Draco furrowed his brows. "I thought that the teen area was on the third floor. At least I thought that is what the sign said."

Peter shook his head. "You are correct. That is the teen area but it is filled with all of the teens who are traveling through as well. The number of teens that come in can be a lot. Plus, it is hard making friends just to watch them leave in a couple days. So we like to stick together since we all live around here."

Kenny nodded his head once in agreement. "Yes, crowds can be a bit… overwhelming."

Jake and Blake snorted loudly. "Kenny, you think everything is overwhelming." They said together.

Peter narrowed his eyes at them before barring his teeth in warning.

Harry was fascinated by their dynamics. They all seemed rather close, although they had an interesting friendship. He watched the cousins hold their hands up in surrender, in amusement.

Draco furrowed his brows. He didn't think the teasing had been enough to warrant fangs. Perhaps they did things differently here. He smiled at the shy smile Kenny gave Peter. The teen was so shy that it surprised him. He had never met someone quite like Kenny before.

"How old are you all?" Harry wondered as the boys began their woodworking again.

"16." Jake and Blake said together.

"17." Joseph told them with a puff to his chest, like being of age was an accomplishment.

"17." Kenny whispered not meeting their eyes. Harry was surprised at that. He would have guessed probably 14 or 15. Maybe it was the way the boy carried himself, that he appeared to be younger.

They looked to Peter but caught an amused smile. "16."

Jake, Blake and Joseph all rolled their eyes. "Yeah but how long have you been 16?" Jake asked with a snort. "He has said 16 for the past 5 years."

"He won't tell us how old he is. Well he probably has told Kenny." Joseph told them with a pout.

Kenny turned a bright red before looking to the table. He shook his head rapidly. "I told you, I am not telling you. It is Pyotr's wish that you don't know."

Harry caught the tender look in the vampire's eyes and he had to wonder how close the two of them were.

"I am an original." Peter told Harry and Draco in an explanation.

Draco leaned forward the best he could with Harry on top of him. "Really?" He breathed out in awe. He had never come across an original, they were rather rare.

Peter must have seen Harry's confusion. "People assume that a vampire can only be produced by being bitten. But that is not true. If that was the case, then how did the first ever vampire exist? Someone would have had to bite them. It is the whole chicken and the egg debacle. Original vampires are vampires that are born not bitten."

Harry dropped his mouth open in surprise. That was something that he didn't even know could happen! No one had taught him that. This was just another thing that Hogwarts didn't teach the students. Even in the books that he had read up on before coming here, hadn't mentioned that.

"Originals stop aging when their body deems fit. It can be at any age. Anywhere from 15 to 90. It is random and it has nothing to do with wishes or personal preferences. I have been this age for quite some time." He shot a smirk towards Jake, Blake and Joseph who had been hoping to gleam some insight on his age through the story.

"Originals can only be born from two original vampires. A bitten vampire and an original vampire will not produce a child. I am the offspring of two original vampires. There aren't too many originals out there." He offered sadly.

"How come?" Harry asked curiously.

Peter looked down at the table. "Vampires are seen as an abomination. We live longer than society deems normal. People want to live forever but they don't want it the way we have it. Living forever is not a glamorous thing. It is not something that I would never wish to have. I would give anything to be able to age and grow older like you two. I have lost count of the friends that I have lost over the years. Vampires are lonely beings that tend to live alone, unless they have found a chosen mate."

Harry and Draco both smiled at the way Kenny's face turned red at the last sentence. There was definitely something going on with the two of them. Harry thought the two were an interesting combination. Peter was outspoken and friendly. While Kenny was shy to the point of barely talking. They were definitely opposites.

Peter looked back up and they could all see the pain in his eyes. "Originals were hunted because humans saw us as something that must be destroyed. Bitten humans were given a pass because they had no choice in becoming a vampire."

Draco furrowed his brows. "But there isn't a way to tell the difference by sight."

Peter gave a depraved chuckle. "Exactly." He said darkly as he clutched his wood carving so hard that it splintered before turning into dust. "There is no way for a mortal to tell the difference. So they slaughtered any vampire that they could. Bitten or Original. Vampires had gone into hiding after the first time. Some places like America, we are still considered a myth. There are a lot of wizards and witches that don't believe in us. Sure, the purebloods do but the American Magical Government doesn't teach the youth about magical beings. So we are still viewed as a myth. British Magical Government knows of our existence and has allowed us to be mentioned in their books but not taught about in schools. Which is why you know of us, but not the depths of our culture. Romanian Magical Government teaches their children about us… teaches them how to kill us." He said angrily.

"Russian Magical Government has outlawed us the right to enter the magical society." He shook his head sadly at his own homeland outlawing vampires.

"Australian Magical Government doesn't teach or speak of us at all. I could speak out all day about all of the different countries, but I think you understand the point I am trying to make." He let out a sigh. "Originals were hunted so thoroughly that we had to bite select humans just to keep our civilization alive."

"There are bad vampires out there that will turn humans at the drop of a hat. They are taking their revenge out on society, but that is the minority not the majority. Most of us would never turn a human unless they desired it. We do not turn people on whims or fantasy dreams. We take immortality seriously. Like I said earlier, humans glamorize immortality. They think it is something they desire until they have lived generations and realize that the true gift of life is living it, not witnessing it pass from the sidelines. I have seen civilizations fall and decay while I stay the same. I have seen buildings crumble over the years until nothing is left but I will remain intact. Immortality is a fool's dream, fantasized by the ignorant who don't realize the harsh truth to our reality."

"Eternity is a long time to be alone." Peter finished softly as he stared at the wall across the room. He looked back to Harry and Draco. "My parents were slaughtered in Russia many years ago for daring to enter the country. I have been alone ever since and hunted constantly for what I am." He glared angrily before smiling slightly as he looked around the room. "That was until I came here. This sanctuary has been the only home I have had since my parents died."

Harry's heart ached to hear the sadness in the man's tone of voice. He couldn't imagine being hunted like that. Being under constant attack for just being themselves… well he kind of understood. Voldemort had hunted him but that had only been for a couple years. Not to mention it was only one madman. He had never had to face an entire species of people out for his blood. Peter must have had to watch his back in every single country. Nowhere was safe against the prejudices of the world.

Peter shook his head rapidly and Harry wondered if the vampire was trying to clear his sad memories. "But don't let my sad history distract you. I am not the only one with hardships. Other magical beings have had it just as hard or even harder. The world is full of magical beings that are targeted for just being who they are. For just existing. We just want to coexist amongst society without fearing for our lives."

Joseph nodded his head. "Vampires aren't the only ones who have Originals. There are werewolves that are born and not bitten. Not too many anymore but there are some." He shook his head at Draco's curious look. "No, I am not an original. My mother was though." He said in a choked voice. "Unlike Vampires, a mating between and Original and a bitten will provide a child. Even an Original and a human. I suppose I could be classified as hybrid within my own species but not to the rest of the world." He shrugged slightly. "An offspring of a bitten werewolf will not always make the child turn into a werewolf. It is actually really rare for that to happen. The offspring of an Original, will always produce a werewolf child. I was born into this but I am technically not an Original if you count in my father's heritage. Slightly confusing." He said with a small chuckle.

"My father wasn't a werewolf." His eyes turned cold and bitter. "My mother had told him that she was a werewolf from the beginning and he seemed okay with it. Until she had me. Imagine his horror when a newborn baby turned into a newborn cub once a month." Harry's brows rose in surprise and was thankful that Teddy was not like that. He couldn't imagine how Remus would be able to handle Teddy's transformation and his own at the same time.

"He didn't realize that that would happen to the children too. He put up with it for a while. He tried to be a father." He snorted humorlessly. "It wasn't a very good attempt, mind you. I was five when he finally snapped and couldn't take it. The taunting that he would get for just being with my mother was hard enough, but now he had produced a child that was a werewolf too. The pressure from society was too much for him. He ended up killing my mother in her sleep. I heard the attack and tried to run…" He trailed off blinking rapidly. "Let's just say only one of us made it out of the fight. It was two days before the full moon but something happened that night and I lost it. I ended up demolishing his entire body without even changing. I am not sure what actually happened that night. I just know that I went to bed as a somewhat normal five-year old and the next thing I know, I am fighting for my life against the man that was supposed to always love and protect me." He growled lowly in his throat. The noise sounded very much like a wolf in that moment.

"All of that is the better bits of my life. I won't even tell you the things that I have faced before making it here."

Draco was horrified to hear that nearly dying by his father's hand was not the worst thing that had happened to Joseph.

"But things got better when I came here." Joseph said with a small smile. "This pace is something else. Everyone here knows what I was going through and I was immediately accepted for who I am. I don't have to hide what I am, nor do I have to be ashamed of being a werewolf. I am just myself and that is enough."

Harry felt a sense of pride well up in him for the stranger. He couldn't imagine the life that they have all had to lead and yet they were still strong. They still had a reason to keep fighting and he admired them all for that.

"Our lives weren't as bad as that." Blake piped up after a pause. "Jake and I had a hard time in school. Just children bullying. It took its toll on us but it was never anything life threatening."

Jake nodded his agreement. "Our mothers are sisters and they both looked for somewhere that would accept us both. It was hard. This was literally the only place that welcomed us with open arms." He shrugged. "But that is alright. We love it here." He said with a bright smile.

They all looked to Kenny, seeing as he was the last one. Draco's mouth twitched when the boy looked positively frightful at the prospect of talking about himself.

Peter looked at Kenny tenderly before looking up at them. He opened his mouth to say something but the door to the room slammed open harshly, making everyone jump in surprise.

Harry looked over to see a girl who appeared to be in her early twenties, standing in the doorway. She had a beauty to her that didn't seem natural. She was almost too pretty. There was something different about the girl, something that confused him. He wasn't in the least bit tempted, but it was like she demanded attention wherever she goes. She had a deep burgundy colored hair and cold, icy blue eyes. Harry didn't like her one bit. There was something about her that screamed 'bitch'. She hadn't even said anything but yet he felt like she carried herself in a way that seemed like she was better than everyone else.

"Kenny, have you heard-" She stopped talking as soon as she caught sight of Harry and Draco.

Draco arched a brow. He just knew that she had been about to talk about them.

The girl straightened up and threw them both a sultry look, one that held a predatory gleam in it. She shut the door slowly before leaning against it in an exaggerated way, showing off a very short skirt.

"Hello. My name is Scarlett." Harry furrowed his brows at the odd purr quality to her tone. Like she was speaking in a different way than normal. It wasn't quite like an accent. He was reminded of parstletongue, not the language itself but that he could hear the hisses and the actual language. He was hearing what she was saying but there was something else in her tone too. He had never come across something like this before. It was odd. He wasn't sure how she was projecting something else into her tone of voice.

Draco could feel Harry's confusion and it mirrored his own. If he didn't know any better, he would think that she was attempting to use some kind of ability on him. Only, he wasn't sure what kind of Magical being she was.

"I am Harry and this is my husband, Draco." Draco smiled softly at that. He still got a thrill every time he got to say that he was married.

The girl frowned at them before looking up to Kenny. "Is it the same for you?"

Harry was surprised to see Kenny glaring at the girl. That was the most spirited he had seen the boy show in an emotion that wasn't embarrassment.

"I haven't tried Scar, it is rude." He said in a dangerous voice, one that caused Draco to raise his brows. There had been a warning in there somewhere, of that he was sure.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "It is in our nature Ken. Why shouldn't I use my abilities when I can?" She said in a flirtatious way as she looked back to Harry and Draco. She opened her hands and let out a breathy sigh.

Draco narrowed his eyes when everyone in the room besides them, tensed immediately. He had felt a ripple of something being released in the air. He couldn't smell or see anything, so he thought that it must have been a failed spell.

A loud snarl made Harry jump slightly and turn wide eyes to see Kenny standing up with his palms on the table. "Enough! You know better than to release pheromones into a room with more than one person. Do you want to start a fight? Do you want to get yourself kicked out of the sanctuary? Just because you can manipulate people's desires does not mean that you should. You are the reason that our kind get such a bad reputation."

Ahh, she was a succubus. Draco could see the resemblances to Kenny and it made sense that they were related.

Draco looked over to see Peter holding on to Joseph who was gripping the table hard in an effort to get to Scarlett. His other hand was holding on to Jake. It appeared that Jake didn't need too much effort to restrain himself, seeing as he was holding on to his cousin with such force that he worried for Blake. The boy was thrashing and trying to get loose with such a ferocity that it surprised him.

An answering snarl was released from Scarlett. "Just because you are a year older than me, does not mean that you can tell me what to do. I am not some child Kenny." She emphasized this with a stomp to her foot that made Harry doubt that statement. He was surprised that she was younger than Kenny but appeared to be older. It was like they were exact opposites. Kenny was shy and it was plainly obvious that this girl was not. While Kenny looked years younger than he really was.

"If you want me to treat you like an adult then act like it Scarlett! I know that you can see their bond as much as I can. It was idiotic to attempt to enthrall them. You knew that they were immune to your abilities. Even if they weren't, they are obviously a couple. Tearing apart a marriage just because you can, is despicable. Just because you are a succubus doesn't mean that it is okay to feed off of every man that tickles your fancy. Grow some self-control and grow the hell up."

Draco narrowed his eyes as anger filled the bond. Whether it was his own or Harry's, it didn't matter. How dare some stranger attempt to attract one of them into her snare?

"Excuse me?" Harry said dangerously. He smirked internally at the way the girl stood frozen at the power radiating off of him. He may not have the darkness inside of him anymore but he sure learned some intimidation tactics from it.

"Do you think love is just some game? Do you play with people just because you can?" He shook off Draco's hold on him and stood up slowly. There was a whirlwind of air in the room that blew everything off the table.

"Draco is my husband. My partner. My lover. He is mine, just as I am his. Not something for you dangle like some prize at the end of a stick. You knew that we were soulmates and attempted to tear us apart anyways. I bet you would have stayed in the room and forced one of us to watch the other, being forced into your sexual web too. What is wrong with you?"

Draco settled his chin in his hands and watched the confrontation with interest. He loved it when Harry got possessive and angry on his behalf. It was so intoxicating to see. He caught the disbelief in Kenny's eyes for a moment and he wondered what was up with him.

Harry wondered if he should tone it down but he couldn't help but picture what could have happened if they weren't soulmates. Would he have had to watch Draco be charmed into her abilities? Would he have had to watch his husband be with someone else? How could someone willingly be okay with tearing apart relationships like that?

Scarlett raised her hands. "Alright! I am sorry!" She yelled with wide eyes.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the insincere apology. He was positive that the girl would continue doing this to other people. He highly doubted that she had learned anything from this encounter. "I would watch what you do, one of these days you are going to piss off the wrong partner. They might not be like me. They might not leave you alive." He warned before sitting back down into Draco's waiting lap. He sighed contently as his lover's arms wrapped around him.

There was a silence that filled the room after his last statement. Harry was surprisingly not even embarrassed over his anger. You don't mess with people just because you can. That was not okay. He would do it all over again, if he could.

Kenny cleared his throat. "Fix this." He demanded as he gestured to Blake and Joseph who were still struggling against their hold.

Scarlett huffed before shrugging her shoulders. Draco watched curiously as Joseph stopped moving and glared daggers at her. He was intrigued by the sudden sadness he could see in Blake's eyes. He wondered what was going on there.

Scarlett turned to Peter and her eyes widened. "Kenny, what did you do?" She whispered. It was the first time that Harry and Draco had heard a hint of fear to her voice.

Kenny straightened up and folded his arms across his chest defiantly. "I did nothing wrong. You can't convince me otherwise." He tipped his head up in the air, in a show of authority.

"It's not me that you have to convince. Father is going to kill you." Her eyes filled with tears. "You can't mate with him."

Peter snarled angrily at that. Draco was watching the exchange with barely concealed interest. This was just like the telly that Harry showed him. This was like the soap opera that he had seen when he accidentally hit the remote wand thingy. He didn't understand what soap had to do with opera but the show wasn't even about singing or personal hygiene. Just drama. This exchange was just like that. All it was missing now was a dead husband and someone in a coma.

Kenny held a hand to Peter's chest. "I already did Scar. I already did." He whispered. "There is nothing father can do about it."

Scarlett covered her mouth with her hands. "You don't even know what could happen to you! Vampires mate for life! If he bit you then who knows what that is going to do to you. What are you going to be, a half incubus-half vampire? That has never been done before! Are you going to feed off of blood or sexual desires? Father already told you that it is an abomination."

Kenny's eyes filled with tears. "I refuse to think that my love is an abomination. I don't care what it will make me. I will stay with Pyotr for the rest of my new long life."

Draco's brows lifted into his hairline. An incubus being bitten by a vampire? He had never heard about that happening before. How intriguing. She raised a good point, would he feed off of blood or sexual desires? Or possibly both? This was turning out to be a very interesting experience.

"He will disown you." Scarlett told him firmly, it was a statement that booked no argument.

Kenny smiled sadly. "You will make a great heir in my place."

Scarlett shook her head rapidly. "I don't want it!" She argued. "You are the next in line to take over after father for chairman of the council. I can't do it! I am not made for that life."

Draco's mouth opened in shock. He looked to Kenny in surprise. The chairman of the Incubus and Succubus council was practically royalty in their culture. They were the leader of the whole race. The ones who decided what happened to their culture all over the world. He was surprised that the heir to the council was in Singapore, but then again, it did make sense. This was the only place that they could go to for complete freedom. Perhaps the council was here as well? Most people would be surprised that Kenny would throw away being the next chairman for love, but not Draco. He himself would do anything for Harry. So he could completely see putting love above anything else. He was surprised that someone as shy as Kenny had been the next in line. He figured the chairman would have to be strong and resilient. He did suppose that Kenny had been a different person when confronting his sister.

"I suggest you either prepare yourself to take over." He paused to gauge her reaction before continuing. "Or, you can do what I did and choose your own path in life. I won't allow someone else to tell me what I have to do. I won't put our race before my own happiness. That might seem selfish but I don't care. I love Pyotr." He smiled at the vampire as he entwined their fingers. "I will do anything for him. That includes defying both of our councils."

Draco hummed in thought. That was a bold statement. The vampire council wasn't anything to mess with either. He couldn't imagine defying either council. Peter was an original, the council no doubt would want him to mate with another original, to ensure that there would be an offspring. To mate with an incubus must be a slap to the council's face. Kenny was a full-blooded incubus, he would also be under pressure to mate with either another incubus or a succubus to ensure that their blood would continue into the next line. Would this union even bring a child? He wasn't sure. A male incubus can get pregnant. One of the few races that can without magical interferences. But an Original vampire only produces an offspring with another Original. If an Original couldn't impregnate a bitten vampire than what chances could Kenny have at becoming pregnant? He wasn't even sure how inter species mating would work with a pregnancy. If their union did produce a child then it would become the first ever hybrid of that type. The ramifications and the what ifs were making his head spin. He wasn't even sure if all of this could happen. If Kenny and Peter weren't careful, they could start a war between the two races. Magical beings already had to fight against prejudice from wizards, did they really need to fight against other magical beings too?

Harry had learned quite a bit before coming here. He didn't want to get confused or seem uneducated but the new twists to the conversation were throwing him for a loop. He knew what both the councils did and what they were for, but he didn't see how Kenny or Peter were going to make it out of this one. They weren't just going against one council, they were defying multiple. He wondered if that was why they were in the sanctuary in the first place. Neither council had any authority here. As long as Peter and Kenny stayed in the sanctuary, they were safe. This place was a safe zone. Neither council would want to uproot the sanctuary. It was too important to the Magical being culture.

"I can't do this." Scarlett whispered. "I can't be the one to take over. I won't." She told him in determination. "I will be gone for the next little while. I won't be there when you tell father." She warned before straightening up and turning towards the door. She paused at the entrance. "I love you, Kenny." She had her back turned to him and therefore missed his small smile. "Be safe." She whispered before she was gone.

There was a slightly awkward silence that surrounded the room after her departure.

"That was…" Joseph trailed off uncertainty.

"Wicked." Jake said with a shake to his head.

"Horrid." Blake retorted with a shudder.

"Interesting." Harry and Draco said in unison.

"Unfortunate." Peter mused.

Kenny looked around at the different opinions in confusion. He sat down on his chair with a huff of air.

Blake looked to his cousin with a frown. "How was that wicked?"

Jake shook his head in disappointment. "Did you feel Harry's power? That was so intense!" He retorted in obvious awe.

Harry blushed when everyone looked to him.

"It was rather impressive." Peter mused with a calculating look to his eyes. Harry shifted slightly under the vampire's gaze.

"I'll say!" Jake said in enthusiasm. "I have never seen Scarlett react like that!"

Kenny rolled his eyes. Harry was amused to see that Kenny seemed to come out of his shell, to talk to them in a less shy way. It was interesting to see.

Blake nodded his head stiffly. "No offense to you Kenny, but I hate your sister with a passion."

Draco arched a brow at the venom in his voice. He looked to Kenny to see if he was upset but was surprised to see compassion in his eyes.

Blake saw Draco's look and shook his head. "You were immune to her charms. I am not." He said in a choked voice. "Not having control of your body enough to say 'no', is awful. Her abilities make your body want her but not necessarily your mind. It is two warring emotions and no matter how badly you fight it, your body wins out. The mind struggles so hard and it ends up being pointless. She can ensnare anyone that she wants with a simple flick of her hand and a release of pheromones."

Harry's heart sank at the pain in Blake's eyes. "She stopped it though." He tried to make the boy feel better.

Blake's eyes filled with tears. "This time." He whispered.

Harry was seriously wishing he had reconsidered the leaving her alive part. He looked to Kenny as well. "Why is she allowed to do that to people?"

Kenny sighed heavily. "Because of who our father is. She acts like that because she knows that she can get away with it. I am not making excuses for her. What she does is the exact reason that we get a bad name. It is that type of behavior that started the Incubus wars. What she does is horrid and I absolutely abhor it, but there isn't much I can do about it. The sanctuary has rules and unfortunately, she catches people on their way out. There isn't much the sanctuary can do about it and my father doesn't care what she does." He shook his head angrily.

"The council is as messed up as the rest of the world. I would love to tell you both how much we are all victims of a prejudiced world. That is true, but there is so much more to it. Pitting Magical beings against Wizards is too easy. The real problem isn't as black and white as that picture paints it. There is so much grey that is involved, and not a good grey. There are people like me, who just want peace and wish that all of our cultures could coexist in equality. Then there are people like my sister and father that use the problems of the world as a blanket excuse to do whatever they want. Magical beings are victims of prejudice but we are not all innocent. The whole world is a giant mess and I have no idea how to fix it. I am not sure it is even possible."

Harry frowned as he thought about all of it. It was like finding out that the leaky hole in the roof was actually a giant gaping cavern. The prejudice of the world was much worse than he had ever thought. It would be easier if there weren't people like Scarlett making an already tough situation even tougher. With a leaky roof, you can plug it up or call in for back up, but who was going to help the magical beings? Was there some magical solution, a plug so to speak? There was no back up when it comes to fixing the whole world. He wanted to help, he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to be able to do something. Doing nothing had never been something that he could handle well. He had always stuck his nose in things where it didn't belong. Always looking out for other people. That was the reckless Gryffindor in him. He hated listening to the suffering and not knowing how to help. He hated being essentially useless in a situation like this.

Draco furrowed his brows at the helplessness in the bond. He tilted Harry's head back so that he could look into his eyes. "Stop that, my love." He chided firmly.

Harry drooped in a form of defeat. He knew that what he was feeling was pointless. What could he even do? How was he supposed to help? It was just hard. Listening to someone else suffer struck a nerve in him. No one had been there for him when he was suffering at the Dursleys. He had to face prejudice and a form of child abuse at the hands of his relatives and there was no one to turn to and no one to talk to. This was a different circumstance but all of these people were suffering and no one was willing to help. The world knew what was happening but just didn't care. The whole thing was making him sick to his stomach.

"But Draco-" He stopped when Draco shook his head. He could feel the same feelings in the bond. Could feel the same anger and indignation, could feel the same horror and sadness. He knew that his husband wanted to help too.

"I know, Harry. I know." He whispered gently. Harry nodded his head before laying it back down on Draco's shoulder. He gave him a soft kiss to his neck in silent gratitude. Draco closed his eyes for a moment before stroking his fingers through Harry's hair. He looked up at Kenny apologetically. He furrowed his brows at the soft looks that everyone was giving them.

"Your love." Kenny explained with a sigh. "It is beautiful. I don't know about them but I can feel some of your emotions."

Jake and Blake let out whines of disapproval at that. "That is not fair! You get to see it and feel it?" Blake said with a pout.

Kenny huffed out in amusement at their disappointment. "Uh hello, I am an incubus!" He reminded them. "Strong emotions are kind of the whole point. I can't manipulate sexual desire without knowing the emotion itself. Desire stems from a lot of different emotions. Love. Anger. Melancholy. It all depends on the situation. An incubus can use those emotions to manipulate it into some form of desire. So if it is particularly strong, then I can feel it." His tone of voice suggested that the cousins were being particularly thick.

Draco blinked for a moment before narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "I am asking the obvious here, but if you can feel those emotions then you can definitely feel actual lust, can't you?"

Kenny let out a laugh. "Ohhh yeah." There was pure mirth in his eyes and Draco was surprised at how much it changed the boy. It was like Kenny came to life, he could understand why Peter was so enamored with him. "Don't think I didn't feel your lust earlier."

Harry lifted his head and stared at Draco curiously. He couldn't really remember any lust from Draco recently. The only time he hadn't been paying attention to his lover's emotions was when he was angry at Scarlett. He had been rather distracted at the time.

Draco looked to Harry sheepishly. "You know I have a weakness for your power." He wasn't embarrassed to have been caught. Harry tried to stop his humor from bubbling up but he just couldn't. His shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. 'It's not the only thing you have a weakness for.' Harry whispered into his ear. He knew that it wasn't the same as before Draco was able to understand parseltongue, but when Draco concentrated, he could hear the hissing through the language.

Draco shuddered at the use of parseltongue. It just wasn't fair. Even now that he could understand the words, just knowing that Harry using it was enough to get him going. 'I will get you back for that.'He warned darkly. It was a good thing that Harry was in his lap, otherwise things might have turned embarrassing. It was hard enough knowing that Kenny could feel their lust. They didn't need to provide a show for them as well. That was a little too much voyeurism for him.

Once Draco felt like he was reasonably controlled, he looked back up to the others. He snorted at their shocked gazes. "What is it this time?" He wondered. He was losing track of all of the times that they have shocked the group.

"You two know parseltongue?" Joseph asked with wide eyes.

Ahh. That would explain it. Draco hadn't considered their advanced hearing at all when communicating with Harry. Back home it wasn't a secret that Harry knew parseltongue, not that any of them here would know that. He supposed it wasn't a big deal that they found out about him as well. Draco looked to Harry to see how he wanted to handle this. He only felt confidence in the bond and knew that meant Harry didn't care either way.

"Harry knew parseltongue and our bond made it possible for me to understand it as well." He left out the finer details about their death being responsible for that. They didn't need to know that.

Harry nodded his head. To the rest of the room it would appear that he was just giving his agreement but to Draco, he was showing him that he was fine with that explanation. He didn't think that the rest of them needed to know about their deaths. That wasn't something that could be easily explained, nor was it any of their business.

Peter tilted his head to the side. "I met a few wizards in my travels through Egypt that could speak the language." He mused. "It is rather rare that someone from England would have the ability, seeing as it stems from Africa." There was a polite suspicion in his tone. It was letting them know that he was mainly just curious. "Do you have ancestors from Africa by chance?"

Harry shared a look with Draco. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer that one. It wasn't something that he had ever been asked before.

"I'll take that as a no." Peter mused in amusement. "That is alright. Keep your secrets. We all have them."

Harry shot him a relieved look. It was nice talking to someone like him. He has had his share of nosy people in his life, some were his former friends. Hermione never would have left something like that alone. It just showed him how much people could be different. He rather liked Peter. The man had a respectable attitude to him that Harry had never come across before.

"I think it is wicked." Jake told them as his cousin nodded his agreement. "You both are full of surprises."

Harry sent amusement through the bond towards Draco. If only they knew.

"So what else can you guys do as soulmates?" Joseph asked curiously. "Is it like the myths say?"

Draco had no idea what the myths said about soulmates. He hadn't even beware of soulmates until his parents told him. The books about them were factual, so myths wouldn't be in them.

"We can feel each other's emotions." Harry supplied helpfully. "That is about it." He said with a laugh at their disappointed frowns.

"That's it?" Jake whined. "I was hoping that soulmates would share more than just emotions."

Blake furrowed his brows. "Like all of your emotions?"

Draco made a noise of confirmation. "Every single emotion and all the time."

Every one of their faces was one of distaste.

"Oh no." They all said at once before shooting amused glances all around.

"That would not work for me." Joseph uttered.

Harry let out a laugh. "Why?" He wondered. "Have something to hide?"

Joseph shrugged sheepishly. "Possibly." He admitted. "I would just like my own sense of privacy. Soulmates already share pieces of themselves in the other. Do they really have to share all their emotions too? Doesn't that get tiring knowing what the other one is feeling?"

Draco tilted his head to the side as he considered the questions. "Privacy isn't something that I desire." He looked to Harry and caught the nod of agreement. "Our bond is a presence inside of me that is always thrumming. I am aware of Harry at all times. I know what he is feeling, whether he is alright or if he is doing okay. The bond works even if we are separated. If there is a problem then I know it instantly. Privacy might have been something that I would have wanted if we weren't soulmates." He wasn't too sure about that though. He adored spending time with Harry.

"When you feel the other person's emotions, it makes things easier. There aren't fights over silly things or even misunderstandings. Sometimes in relationships people will forgive just to stop an argument, or to make things easier. Then the next time you fight, it tends to be blown out of proportion because you are really fighting about a lot more than the current fight. If there is a problem, then we know about it instantly. Hurt feelings are soothed immediately and our love is always front and center in the bond. I feel Harry's love for me constantly. There isn't a single moment where I don't know how much I mean to him." Draco paused to send Harry a warm comforting rush of affection.

"It might seem like it would be too much but I love it. I love knowing what Harry is feeling. He has such a wide variety emotions and it is comforting to be able to just know that things are okay. The benefits of the bond far outweigh any missing privacy, but to be honest, I don't even miss the privacy. I would give it up in a heartbeat."

Harry sighed rather besottedly. He was over the moon for his husband. Draco just got sweeter and sweeter. He felt the exact same way. Most people would probably hate the constant emotions, never being able to have a private moment to one's self. From the beginning, Harry had loved it. Knowing that his lover felt the same way, was nice to hear. He turned his head to the side and kissed Draco's cheek gently. "I love you."

Draco held Harry to him tightly as he felt the bond thrum in happiness. "I love you too, angel."

Kenny sighed. "Too cute." Peter rolled his eyes at his partner.

"So, was it like love at first sight? Did you see each other and just know that you were meant to be together?" Kenny asked with a silly grin.

Harry and Draco busted out laughing. Harry clutched his stomach as the force of his laughter started hurting his sides.

"Oh god." Draco wheezed out through his giggles.

Harry could see their confusion and it just made him laugh harder.

"I fail to see the humor in the question." Peter's confused tone piped up.

"Sorry." Harry gasped out as he gained control of himself. "It's just that it was the complete opposite. We hated each other."

Draco could see the surprise in their faces and he shook his head in amusement. The statement wasn't exactly the truth. They had met in their first life and had hit it off instantly. Dracott had fallen for Harland almost as soon as he had met him. Noah ran into Ethan literally and loved the boy with sparkling green eyes before he even knew a name. They didn't know about that, so they could only go off of this life. So, Harry's statement was sort of the truth.

"But I thought soulmates would have some powerful connection right away." Blake pouted pitifully.

Draco shrugged. "I can't speak for any other soulmates. I can only tell you what it was like for us. Harry and I…" He trailed off not entirely sure how much to tell them. "You have heard about the war in England, right?"

When they nodded their heads, Draco continued. "My father was a deatheater." At their confused faces, he sighed heavily. "A follower of Voldemort."

"Ahh." The rest of them made noises of understanding.

"I heard that Voldemort was a snake. Is that true?" Jake asked curiously. Harry was slightly surprised at the use of the man's name but he supposed that people who weren't raised to fear the name, wouldn't think anything of it.

Harry snorted. He could see why people might think that. "No. He wasn't. Well…" He paused as he thought back to the ritual that had brought the man back to life. Parts of Nagini had been added, her venom. That might have made part of his blood snakelike. "No, he was not a snake." Harry told him firmly. "Just did a ritual that involved a snake. Made some of his features snakelike."

"How disturbing." Peter sneered.

"Wicked." Jakes whispered.

The two looked at each other in disbelief. "How can you say that?" Jake asked Peter with a frown. "I think that it is intriguing."

Peter sighed heavily. "Sometimes I question your sanity."

Jake grinned widely. "Ahh, then that means I am doing good. We both know that you are far too serious." Peter shook his head and looked back to Harry and Draco. "Please continue."

Draco chuckled at the disgruntled look on Jake's face. "So, my father was a follower. Harry here…" He paused to grin at his soulmate. "He was the complete opposite of my family. Harry was purely a light wizard. I tried to become his friend but I was a total git when I introduced myself." He sighed at the failed formal greeting. He still partially blamed Weasley for that.

"He turned down my friendship and we became enemies from that moment on." Draco shook his head as he remembered some of their encounters at Hogwarts. The duels. The taunts. The name calling. He had been a right bully. He was amazed that Harry had been able to look past all of that.

"We were rivals for 7 years. I had to make some decisions to save my family. I ended up becoming a deatheater." Draco stopped to gauge their reaction. He didn't see any suspicion or disgust, only curiosity.

Joseph smiled at Draco. "We aren't judgmental people. When you are constantly looked down upon for things that no one understands, you start to see things in a different light. You must've had your own reasons. We aren't going to dislike you on matters that we can't even begin to understand."

Harry looked to them all gratefully. He wished that people back home thought like this too. It would make life so much easier. He could feel relief in the bond but he could tell that Draco was overwhelmed. He cleared his throat and took over the story.

"We were on opposite sides of the war. War puts everything into perspective. A school boy rivalry was nothing compared to a war. People dying, that mattered. After the war, Draco approached me to apologize for the way he had treated me. It wasn't hard at all to see past our past. The dead had just been buried, that to me was important. Forgiving Draco was a million times easier than the prospect of going to anyone's funeral. Like I said, a school boy rivalry was nothing on the scale of important things. I wasn't going to hold a grudge against him. I suppose that I could have, but what would have been the point? I would have spent my whole life hating him for the things that happened when I was in school. Life moves on, it was either be hateful or grow up. I chose to forgive him. It was one of the easiest and best decisions of my life."

Harry smiled at Draco, he leaned down to press a kiss against the tip of his nose. "It is kind of funny, even when we were enemies, I was always aware of him. There was something about Draco that demanded my attention. Then, I just chalked it up to him being suspicious. Only now do I understand it. We were enemies turned friends, who fell in love."

Draco kissed Harry's shoulder as he pushed him love through the bond. He looked to the rest of the group. "Your soulmate can be anyone in the entire world. Even someone you think you can't stand."

Blake groaned. "But I hate everyone. I am so fucked." He threw his hands up in the air when everyone broke out into laughter.

Jake tilted his head as he stared at them. Harry arched a brow when the boy's stare turned calculating. "This sounds so familiar. Not the soulmate bit… but the rest of it…" His eyes lit up, but before anyone could ask him what he was talking about, he ran out of the room.

"Uhh." Draco said uncertainly. He wondered what that had been about.

As quickly as he had left, Jake came bursting back into the room clutching a magazine. Harry thought it looked like a tabloid magazine that muggles had in grocery stores.

Blake looked at his cousin in distaste. "Why do you even read that thing? You know it is full of trash that is all made up."

Jake rolled his eyes. "It is the Global Enquirer Blake. They give news from all over the world. Some of it might be… far-fetched." He admitted grudgingly. "But there is some truth to it!" He argued hotly.

Blake opened his mouth to probably argue back but was cut off by a triumphant noise. "I knew it! I knew it sounded familiar." He threw the magazine down on the table.

Everyone leaned forward to see what Jake had been so excited about.

Harry blinked in shock to see his and Draco's faces looking up at them from the article. The photo was one of them from right after the Malfoy trial. The only picture they had ever been photographed together, and it hadn't even been by choice either. They hadn't even done any photographs for the Quibbler.

'Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, marries notorious deatheater Malfoy. Some say it was a love potion. Others site true love. Is Malfoy getting revenge on the boy who got rid of The Dark Lord? Or is this just an example of true love conquering all?'

Draco narrowed his eyes when he read the caption. Figures that they would assume that he was just using Harry for some form of revenge. He would love to hex the silly reporters that write this garbage.

Harry skimmed over the article with interest. "They are just using the interview we gave Xenophilius." He rolled his eyes at the typical tactic. He wondered if that was infringing on some copy right laws. Or perhaps Luna's father sold the article? He didn't care what the man did when it came to the article. He was surprised that they had made an entry into a global magical magazine though.

"Oh look." Harry said in amusement as he pointed to a point in the article. "They think I am pregnant." He snorted at that. 'Potter hasn't been seen since the trial of the Malfoy family. Sources close to the savior have given their assurances that Potter must have used a potion to ensure pregnancy. St. Mungos refuses to give details of the list of patients that are to take part of the experimental potion, Peurdicium. The potion is said to be able to temporarily allow a male to grow a womb to carry a child to full term.' Harry sighed heavily. He wasn't even surprised that the minds of reporters could come up with this stuff. It was a lack of imagination, really.

Draco scoffed. "Love, look further down." He pointed viciously at the rest of the article.

'Sources have sighted that Potter might have been a victim of foul play. The Malfoy family has always been involved in the Dark Arts. Experts have said that it would only have taken seconds for Potter to get trapped in a love potion. If that is the case, then Potter wouldn't even fight his treatment. Members of the Law Enforcement Department refuse to answer any questions regarding the whereabouts of Potter, or if there is even an open case on finding him. We can only hope that if foul play is involved, that Potter remains strong.'

Harry glared at the paper so hard that Draco worried it would catch fire. He rubbed his husband's arms gently, trying to soothe him. Harry huffed at that, it should be him doing the comforting, not the other way around.

"It isn't right! They don't know what they are talking about." Harry absolutely hated that one of the first things that they think of, is that Draco must have harmed him or duped him into the marriage. Couldn't they just take his interview at face value? Draco was the love of his life, why couldn't they see that?

Draco smiled at the anger that he could feel from his lover. "I know, love."

"They are mindless idiots." Harry slammed his hand down on the table.

"I know."

"I bet Skeeter had something to do with this." Harry growled. It sounded just like the shite she would spew.

"It wouldn't surprise me."

"I hate them. I would love to take their quills and shove them up their arses."

"I know." Draco said in amusement, he could clearly see the mental picture that Harry was painting.

"Your father is going to be pissed."

"I know." Draco smirked ferally at that. He hoped his father was giving the papers a run for their money. By the time they got back, his bet was that his father would have no doubt bought a paper to write his rebuttals.

"I guarantee Kreacher is having to put up with reporters at our door."

"I agree." Draco had given Kreacher permission ages ago to allow him free reign when it came to the reporters.

"You know he is going to go too far in repelling them away." Harry told him with a smirk. He could picture the elf defending them heatedly, with household items, most likely.

"Merlin, I hope so."

"We will most likely have complaints against us about him. I wouldn't be surprised if they say that we have an uncontrollable house elf in our home."

Draco frowned. "I would just like to see them attempt to take Kreacher away from us." He growled with narrowed eyes.

Harry smiled sweetly at his husband before sighing heavily. "We are going to have a giant mess when our honeymoon is over."

"I know." Draco told him with his own sigh. He wasn't looking forward to that at all. "But we still have weeks before we have to deal with any of this." He gestured towards the stupid magazine. "We will just ignore this rubbish and enjoy our time away from all of it."

It was Harry's turn to let out an, "I know." He rested his forehead against Dracos.

"You are Harry Potter?" Harry jumped a little. He had kind of forgotten that they were all there.

Harry looked at Jake, who had been the one to speak. "Harry Malfoy, now." He told him proudly.

Blake seemed a little lost. "I haven't ever heard of you." He admitted with an apology, Kenny nodded his agreement.

"I have." Joseph, Jake and Peter said in unison.

Harry wondered how it was that they knew of him. He supposed that it was probably books. He didn't think that his name would be something that was known worldwide.

"I only know you because of the articles." Jake told him with a slight apology. "You have been mentioned quite a bit over the years."

Harry glared at the magazine. He didn't even want to know what the past articles had mentioned. He looked to Peter and Joseph curiously.

"My council." They said in unison.

Draco arched his brows in surprise. "Both of your councils knew of Harry?" He wondered why Kenny didn't know of Harry then.

Harry frowned. He hadn't learned too much about the werewolf council other than that they were practically in shambles. There wasn't much order to the werewolf council. Not like there was with the Vampire council.

"Voldemort approached both of our councils. He wanted to join forces for his war."

Harry dropped his mouth in shock. That was something he had not known. Draco didn't seem too surprised, he looked to the blonde curiously.

Draco shrugged. "He had Greyback on his side. It wouldn't surprise me if he had approached the council."

Joseph scoffed. "Greyback defied the council!" He growled out angrily. "The council told him that we were not going to align with Voldemort. Werewolves already have a hard-enough time as it is, involving us in the affairs of humans would have been a bad idea. Greyback ignored the ruling of the council and did what he wanted. His actions have made us appear in a bad light. Which is something we were already in! He has set back years of progress! Since then, we have packs in England being slaughtered!"

Harry and Draco exchanged startled looks. They haven't heard anything of the sort. "Why has there been no coverage of this?" Harry demanded to know.

Joseph let out a bitter chuckle. "Your government doesn't deem the deaths of Werewolves as important. Most of Greyback's men died in the war. The werewolves they are killing are innocent! There has been coverage of the deaths. Just not any by your Ministry."

The rest of the group nodded in agreement. Jake pulled out a newspaper that they had been using to put their wood sculptures on. It was the front pages of the local Singapore newspaper.

'Another Twenty Werewolves dead. Does the British Ministry not care about the lives of their own citizens?'

Harry covered his mouth at the brutal picture of a dead werewolf child. The poor boy couldn't have been older than five. The word 'Animal' had been carved into the skin. Harry looked to Draco. "Do you think Remus knows? We have to tell him to be careful!"

Draco was already making plans to firecall Remus as soon as they got back to their suite. He couldn't believe that the Ministry was covering up the deaths of Werewolves! This went way past prejudice. To think that they wouldn't think that murders were worth being reported about, was just horrid. "Don't worry. We will tell him." He rubbed his hand up and down Harry's back.

"I don't know what happened to Greyback." Harry told Joseph when he had controlled his concern for Remus.

Joseph grinned widely. "The council eliminated him. He had posed a threat for quite some time, him aligning with Voldemort had been the last straw. He ran from your government when the war was over but he did not outrun us." There was pride in his voice.

Harry wasn't sure what to think about that. The man deserved to pay for his crimes but was death really the answer?

Draco rolled his eyes at the feelings in the bond. As far as he was concerned, Greyback deserved death. Harry didn't have to house the werewolf during the war. Greyback was a horrid. He shuddered just thinking about the man. The werewolf had watched anyone underage with beady eyes. The werewolf had made it his mission in life to bite as many people as he could, especially children. There was an obsession with children, it always made him anxious to be around the man.

Peter cleared his throat. "My council also refused to join the man. We do not have many vampires in England. No one dared to go against the council's ruling. Not that anyone would have to begin with. We don't get involved in human issues. Voldemort didn't pose a threat to us, so we didn't care."

Draco snorted. It was selfish but completely understandable. He wouldn't have wanted to get involved either. It wasn't like the human population had given the vampires any reason to fight.

Harry tilted his head to the side. "But how does you disagreeing to take part of Voldemort's plan mean that you know of me?"

Peter scoffed. "We looked into his claims and his plans. Not to mention the man's whole plan was getting rid of you. There really was no plan other than that." He rolled his eyes. "It just proved to us that he was single minded in his plan to take over."

Joseph nodded his head in agreement. "It was the same with us. There was nothing concrete to his plans. It was a weak case that he presented."

Draco hummed in thought. He wondered if Voldemort had presented a legit case, if that would have made a difference. Things might have gone horribly wrong if the vampires and more werewolves had joined the fight. The light side would have been completely screwed. Draco could tell that his husband had come to the same conclusion, if the tense shoulders were anything to go by.

Harry leaned forward to press his palms underneath his chin. "This is a lot to take in." He admitted.

Jake interrupted. "I still can't get over that you are Harry Potter!"

Harry shook his head at the impressed tone. "Not you too Jake. Not you too." He sighed. "I am not as special as they make me seem in the papers. I was just targeted by a madman and managed to kill him. And it is Harry Malfoy." He corrected.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's statement. "You sell yourself too short, my love."

Harry shrugged. "We have a difference of opinion when it comes to that."

Jake looked to Draco. "Can I see it?" He asked in excitement.

Draco furrowed his brows in confusion. "See what?" He wasn't used to people looking at him in the same excitement that they did to Harry.

"Your dark mark!"

Harry snorted at the pure shock in the bond. His mouth was twitching, it was finally his lovers turn to experience unwanted attention.

Draco was positive that he had just been confunded. Why would anyone want to look at the dark mark? The damn thing was proof of his mistakes. The mark was a negative aspect to his life, but yet Jake was looking forward to seeing it?

He held out his left arm despite his reservations. He smiled at the gasps everyone let out. His left arm was completely unrecognizable. The colors of their wedding ritual were still etched into his skin. The bright colors were an intricate design of twists and colors. The blue, red, yellow and green were wrapped around his entire arm in a show of art. He thought it was beautiful, he hoped it would take years before the colors faded. His dark mark was still there but it wasn't the first thing that caught people's eyes. It was hard to see the mark, actually.

"The article had been correct." Peter stated with surprise. "You actually got married in an in perpetuum simul ceremony." There was a longing to his tone that made Harry's heart break for the man. This was something that Peter couldn't do even if he wanted to. The vampire would live forever, there was no point in tying his life to someone for the afterlife when that was something he wouldn't be granted.

Harry showed them his left arm as well. The colors were just as bright as Draco's and just as beautiful. "We did. We wanted to ensure that every life after this one, would be spent together."

Kenny swallowed heavily. "Is that something you believe in? Reincarnation?"

Draco was thankful for his gift of masking emotions, otherwise his humor might have shown on his face.

Harry had to pinch himself discreetly to stop from reacting. "Mhm." Harry didn't trust his voice to say more than that.

Kenny narrowed his eyes. Draco was positive that he was picking up something from them. "We really do believe in reincarnation." There was a finality to his tone that made the others in the room sit up straighter.

"You know something that we don't." Joseph accused with a pout.

Harry laughed warmly. "I am sure that is something that goes both ways." He pointed out dryly. "We know that it exists. We won't disclose how we know this, we just do."

Peter made a thoughtful noise. "That is interesting. Scholars have debated for centuries about the existence of reincarnation. There is no evidence proving or disproving the theory. So, I am quite curious as to what you two have discovered that would differ to what experts have come up with."

There was suspicion to his tone and Draco knew that they would have to be careful with what they said. "Well, it is a good thing that we aren't disclosing what we know." He told him firmly. This wasn't something that they were going to talk about. They hadn't even wanted to tell their own family about the past lives. It was too personal and too private to be discussed. Especially with strangers, no matter how much they liked them.

Peter sighed in disappointment. "Alright. That is your prerogative." He admitted with a frown.

Harry gave him a relieved smile. He wouldn't have told them about their past lives either. He was glad that Peter was able to let things go.

A bell sounded off in the distance. Draco looked around, slightly startled.

"That was the ending bell. Certain parts of the sanctuary are now closed." Kenny told them with a regretful tone. "Is there a way you both will be able to come back tomorrow?"

Draco felt out the feelings in the bond as he looked to Harry. They did have a lot of other places around the world that they wanted to see. They had already spent a couple days in Singapore. Harry tilted his head slightly, letting Draco know that it was up to him to decide.

Draco smiled to the rest of the boys. "We can stick around one more day." He promised them.

Five relieved whoops were heard around the room. Harry smiled at the five new strangers that he was beginning to call friends. He rather liked the group of boys. They were all so different but very welcoming.

Draco tapped Harry on his side, to indicate that they should get up. "Well, we shall see you all here tomorrow." They said their goodbyes and made their way towards the door. "Want to walk around the aviary some more? We can see if we can upset some more rude old ladies?"

Harry laughed loudly. "Only if you protect me from the vines. My private bits are for your enjoyment only."

"Damn right." Draco told him firmly as they swung their hands back and forth. As they shut the door, they both heard Kenny say, "I rather liked them."

They both smiled. The feeling had been mutual. If they got nothing else out of Singapore, at least they made five new friends. Friends that they could see sticking around in their lives for a long time.

Author's Notes: Hopefully you all have enjoyed the extra long chapter of this story. This IS their honeymoon and they will be going to several other places throughout the world.

I want to mention something that is the ENTIRE theme of the way the rest of this series will go. Magical Beings. This was a route that was hinted at during the first installment. It is a prejudice that I will continue on with and shed some light to it.

I would like to warn you all to play very close attention to the things in my chapters. There is subtle foreshadowing everywhere. I do mean everywhere. This will become obvious in other chapters.

Let me know any thoughts or opinions you might have.

-XxTheDarkLordxX