This is it, the end! It's a huge relief to finally get this fic completed. Hopefully I can knock out a few more fics this year.

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***HP

With an exasperated smile on his face, Charlie shifted the seven month old that was resting on his hip. "Lorcan, if daddy doesn't hurry we're going to be late."

With a loud squeal, the baby on Charlie's hip yanked his drool coated fingers out of his mouth and started waving his hand around. "Dah! Dah!" He cried happily.

Harry's head snapped up from where it had been buried in his diary sketching. Spotting his mate and son, he climbed stiffly to his feet, careful to not step on any baby Hungarian Horntails that had curiously gathered around him while he was sketching.

"We're going to be late if you don't hurry, love," Charlie called from the other side of the enclosure. "Your fathers have already left."

Looking down at his watch, Harry cursed softly. "Shit, we should have left thirty minutes ago."

Charlie chuckled when Harry shoved his pencil behind his ear then gingerly stepped around all the baby dragons. His mate was a baby dragon magnet. "Lorcan and I have been ready and waiting for forty five minutes."

Harry hurried out of the enclosure then kissed both his mate and drool covered son. "I'm sorry, you know how lost I get when I'm sketching. You should have drug me out sooner."

"Is this sketch for your journal, or are you going to give it the the jeweler in Diagon Alley?" Charlie asked as he directed his mate back towards their hut. Harry had made quite a few gallons on the side selling his designs to the jeweler who made the necklace Harry had gifted him last Christmas. He was very proud of his little love.

Harry flipped open his journal to show Charlie the sketch of the momma Hungarian Horntail sleeping with one of her babies wrapped in her tail. "I'm going to give a copy of this sketch to the jeweler, but I'm keeping the original in my journal."

"It's beautiful, Harry. You should try painting some of your sketches on canvas, you have a gift."

Harry blushed. "I don't know about that."

"You do have a gift, Harry," Charlie stressed. "Come on, even the veela queen has one of your sketches hanging in her throne room."

Smiling, Harry thought back to when they had visited the queen and she had fallen in love with the necklace he had created for Charlie. She had then asked if she could see his sketches and she had raved about them for hours. As a thank you for all she had done for him, loaning him books about fairies and offering him a place with the veela if he ever needed, he had gifted her with her favorite sketch, a sketch of an Antipodean Opaleye soaring over a lake right at dusk. He had to admit, it was a beautiful piece.

"Maybe I'll give painting a try after the holidays." Harry said feeling excited over trying something new.

Charlie playfully swatted his mate on the backside. "Hurry and get a shower, we should have been at the Burrow ages ago."

Giggling, Harry hurried towards the bathroom. "I'm sure my dads explained to your mom that we're always late."

Charlie shook his head, his little mate was right. They were always late whenever they had to be somewhere, and it wasn't because they had a baby to pack up and get ready. No, they were always late because Harry always lost track of time when he was working with the dragons.

Lifting his son up over his head, Charlie started making funny faces at him. His little boy looked so much Harry, especially now that his eyes had turned Harry's emerald green, but you could also easily see him in his son. There was no doubt that Lorcan was his little boy, that he was his biological father.

Harry came rushing out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping wet. Fondly shaking his head, Charlie whipped out his wand and cast a drying charm on his mate. "Are you worried about returning?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry patted his hair down. "This will be our first time returning since the world found out about Lorcan, I'm sure I'll get mobbed when we go to Diagon Alley tomorrow." They never truly made an official announcement about Lorcan, Charlie just showed up with a baby in his arms to his graduation and then they let everyone put the pieces together on their own. The Burrow had been mobbed with reporters the following day, along with the Ministry where Mr. Weasley worked and Dumbledore's office, but they had been long gone by then. After celebrating his graduation with Ron and Hermione, him, Charlie, and Lorcan had portkeyed to Romania. Other than their visit to the veela queen, they hadn't stepped foot out of the sanctuary. They did have weekly dinners with his dads, but his dads now lived close to the sanctuary so it was just an easy floo ride there and back, they didn't physically have to go outside.

"Ron said he talked to Kingsley and he said to let him know when we plan on going to Diagon Alley and he'll make sure there are extra aurors patrolling the area."

"Ron, the big bad auror," Harry chucked as he shoved his feet into his well worn dragon hide boots. "Remember how he almost passed out when we told him the truth about everything?"

"Ah, good times," Charlie smiled. The day after Lorcan was born, Headmaster Dumbledore allowed his siblings and Hermione to leave school for a few hours so they could come clean and tell his entire family the truth about Harry being a fairy, the pregnancy, and the mess with Bill. To say they had been shocked was an understatement.

Grabbing the diaper bag, Harry started checking that he had everything he was going to need. He had packed their suitcases and the diaper bag the night before, but he still needed to double check. Lorcan was a good baby, but he had a stuffed wolf that his dad had given him that he was obsessed with and couldn't sleep without.

Handing their son over to Harry, Charlie shrunk their luggage then put them in his pocket. "You ready for a week of Christmas madness?"

Harry hummed thoughtfully. He couldn't wait to see everyone again, especially Ron and Hermione, but the sanctuary was his home now. He loved it here with the dragons and he felt safe here. Charlie had been right when he said that dragon handlers were a big family that had each other's backs, everyone here was great and so caring, he had come to love everyone here.

"It won't be too bad," Harry finally answered. "We'll be staying at Grimmauld and visiting the Burrow, I'm actually looking forward to it." He was looking forward to it, but he was also a bit nervous. So far no one knew if Bill was going to show up for Christmas dinner or not. He hadn't seen or heard from Bill since the day he gave birth to Lorcan. He knew that Bill sold his cottage and moved back to Egypt, but that was all he knew. He did know that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley kept in contact with Bill, but he didn't feel right asking about him. Even though Charlie and his dads had told him multiple times that what happened with Bill wasn't his fault, he still felt guilty for everything that happened. He kind of felt like he had ruined Bill's life.

"Get that look off of your face," Charlie scolded as he took Lorcan back from Harry. "I know what you're thinking, and just don't. If Bill doesn't show up, that's on him, it's not your fault."

"I know," Harry sighed sadly. "I just know how much it means to your mom to have all her kids on Christmas."

"And so does Bill. Harry, you can't take the blame for everything Bill does or does not do. Bill is an adult who makes his own decisions." Charlie didn't know if he was ready to see his brother or not, but despite everything, he still dearly loved him. He hoped that someday they could once again be as close as they use to be.

Harry took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Enough talk of Bill, we're already late. Do you want me to hold Lorcan while we portkey?"

"Are you serious?" Charlie snorted. "Harry, I have never seen you land a portkey without crashing to the ground and vomiting."

"I know," Harry said, as he winked at him mate. "But offering makes me feel a little more manly and less of a hazard."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "I wish I could deny that you were a hazard, but..."

"Ha, ha, funny! Let's go before you mother scolds our ears off for being late."

***HP

Harry gripped Charlie's hand tightly as they made their way through Diagon Alley. With it being three days before Christmas, every store was packed with last minute shoppers. Of course as soon as everyone spotted him they stopped what they were doing and started gawking and whispering.

"Ignore them," Charlie whispered.

Harry shakily nodded his head. "Going out has always been bad, but this is a bit over the top. I don't understand, I'm nothing special. I'm glad we left Lorcan with your mom."

"Harry, you are most definitely something special. Just ignore them."

"Mr. Potter, is it true that you and Mr. Weasley have a son together? Don't you think you're a bit young to be a parent?"

Harry groaned loudly, the witch's voice was like fingernails down a chalkboard to him. "Rita Skeeter, how so very not wonderful to see you again. Don't you think it's rude to be...bugging people while they're trying to complete their Christmas shopping?"

Charlie chuckled at how Harry had stressed the word bugging. His mate had told him all about Rita Skeeter being a unregistered beetle animagus. "Our private life is none of your business, Skeeter."

"Rumor has it the two of you were bonded back in July in Romania, are the rumors true?" Rita continued on, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

""Once again, none of your business," Charlie growled.

Harry wrapped his arm around Charlie's waist and leaned into his side. "That's alright, Charlie, I don't mind the nosey witch knowing that we are bonded and that we have a son together."

Rita's eyes lit up and she hungrily licked her lips. "Was the pregnancy planned, Mr. Potter?"

"Uhm, obviously," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "I mean, I am a male, and in order for a male to get pregnant they have to consume a male fertility potion. It was rather vile if I do say so myself, but it was worth it." He really didn't want to answer Rita's questions, but at least this way he could throw anyone off his trail that may suspect that he was a creature.

"But you're so young?" Rita pointed out. "Why would you want to have a baby at only seventeen?"

"Technically I'm eighteen now, but that's besides the point. I knew that I wanted to start a family early and I didn't see any reason in waiting. I had already found the love of my life in Charlie, and he too wanted to have kids."

"And where is the little tyke? My readers would love to be the first too welcome the newest Potter."

Smirking, Harry shook his head no. "Sorry, not going to happen. My son is currently with family and I have desire for his face to be plastered all over the wizarding world. Now, good day to you, Ms. Skeeter, and have a wonderful Christmas."

Harry hadn't noticed the large crowd that had gathered around, but Charlie had. Seeing Florean Fortescue waving to him from his shop, he quickly led his mate there despite Rita calling to them and following them. She wasn't the only one yelling questions, the mob of people were also wanting to know more about their bonding and baby.

"Quickly!" Florean called as he held the door open.

Ducking under the man's arm, Charlie chuckled when he slammed the door right in Rita's face then flipped the open sign over to closed. "I can't stand that woman," he hissed angrily. "She is a lying viper."

Feeling a little shaky, Harry collapsed in one of the booths. "Thank you, Mr. Fortescue, for coming to our aide."

"No worries, lad, the aurors were making their way through the crowd too. Now you two sit and relax and I'll whip you up the special."

Charlie waited until Florean was busy behind the counter before turning to his mate. "What made you decide to talk to Rita?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Just thought that being so secretive would make people question how Lorcan came to be. All it takes is one rumor for things to blow up. I'm loving my life with the dragons, I don't want to be forced to take refuge with the veela."

Noticing that his mate's hands were trembling, Charlie reached out and clasped them tightly in his hands. "You did the right thing, love. Our life is none of their business, but hopefully giving them at least that much will keep them off our backs."

"Yeah, right," Harry snorted doubtfully.

"Here you boys go," Florean said as he placed two large sundays on the table. "Take your time, no rush, the store is yours for as long as you need it."

Rubbing his hands eagerly together, Harry smiled up at the man. "Your ice cream is the best, Mr. Fortescue, I can't wait until my son is old enough to bring him here."

"You just notify me ahead of time, lad, and I'll close up the shop for you so you can enjoy your ice cream in peace with your little one."

"Thank you so much, you have always been kind to me. Your store has always been my favorite in Diagon Alley."

Florean Fortescue beamed proudly. "As always, Mr. Potter, your ice cream is on the house, as well as your bonded's." With a nod of his head, the man turned a disappeared into the back room.

Harry moaned sinfully as he took his first bite. "I think I just had an orgasm in my mouth."

"I think I'm incredibly hard right now thanks to your moaning," Charlie said as he subtly adjusted himself under the table.

Harry blushed brightly. For new parents, they had an extremely active sex life. Luckily for them Lorcan was a good sleeper, and unless he was feeling under the weather, he slept a good six to eight hours a night. "Keep it in your pants, Weasley. Wouldn't Rita just love to get a picture of you sitting across from me with a boner?"

"Then stop moaning," Charlie said with a wink.

Sighing, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his list. "Let's see, we still need to shop for Ron, Percy, and, uh, Bill. What do you think we should get him?"

Charlie's eyes darkened at the mention of his brother's name. His mom had been trying for the past few days to get in contact with Bill, but he has been ignoring his floo. "I don't know, some books?"

Harry frowned. "I'm sure Hermione will be getting everyone books. If he liked dragons, I would give him one of my sketches."

"What about your sketch of Hogwarts?" Charlie asked thoughtfully.

"You don't think giving him a sketch is too personal?"

Charlie shook his head. "Nah, you're giving Mom and dad one of the Burrow complete with the garden gnomes and all. I think a sketch will be fine...if he even shows up."

"Do you want him to show up?" Harry asked in a small voice. He wasn't sure how he felt about seeing Bill again. He was one hundred percent completely over him, had been since before Lorcan was born, he just felt kind of guilty for how everything went down. Bill may have been acting like a spoiled bastard, but he had been looking forward to being a father. He was thrilled that Magic chose to alter Lorcan's DNA, but he still felt bad for Bill. Bill had lost a child, that kind of pain never went away.

"I don't know," Charlie answered honestly. "We'll worry about it if he actually shows up. Come on, I think we have kept Mr. Fortescue's shop closed long enough. That man must really like you to completely close up shop for you on such a busy day."

"Yeah, him and I bonded the summer before my third year. He's a good guy, knows a hell of a lot about ancient wizards and history."

***HP

"Baby's first Christmas!" Mrs. Weasley cried excitedly as she stole Lorcan from Harry's arms the second he stepped out of the floo.

Harry laughed as his son started giggling at his grandmother. It really was nice to be home and surrounded by family. He loved watching how everyone interacted with Lorcan and how much his boy just ate up the attention. Everyone was good with him, even Ginny who seemed to have finally gotten over him. Ginny's obsession with him had never truly been about him, but about being Lady Potter and having money. He loved Mrs. Weasley dearly, but he blamed her for telling Ginny stories about him and putting ideas in her head when she had been younger.

"Merry Christmas, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a kiss on Harry's cheek.

"Merry Christmas," Harry repeated. Spotting his dad sitting at the kitchen table, his shoulders dropped in relief when the man subtly shook his head no. He didn't realize how tense he was over the possibility of seeing Bill again. He felt bad for Mrs. and Mr. Weasley that their oldest son hadn't come home for Christmas, but at the same time it was a huge weight off of his shoulders.

Things hadn't exactly ended well between him and Bill, but they were family so a part of him wanted closure. He just didn't know what he was going to say to him. Deep down he knew that Bill wasn't a bad guy and that he had loved him when they first got together, he just somehow lost his way. He hoped that wherever he was he was happy and doing good.

"I'm going to the other room to see what everyone is getting up to," Charlie said as he kissed Harry on the top of his head.

"So, did the little one enjoy his first Christmas morning?" Mr. Weasley asked jovially.

"Lorcan was more interested in eating the wrapping paper than playing with his new toys, but it was a lot of fun. I can't wait until he's old enough to understand what is going on."

"Don't rush him, they grow too fast as it is." Mr. Weasley said a bit sadly. "Before you know it you're an old man and you're lucky enough if you get to see your kids once a year."

"Well that sure as hell isn't depressing, Arthur." Sirius snorted.

"It's Christmas, Arthur," Molly scolded.

"All I am saying is enjoy it while you can."

"Okay," Harry said awkwardly. He hated seeing Mr. Weasley so down, especially on Christmas, and especially because he knew that he was upset because of Bill and he blamed himself for Bill not being here. "C-Can I help with anything?"

Still cuddling Lorcan, Mrs. Weasley waved him away. "I have everything under control, Harry. Why don't you go into the other room and visit with the boys?"

"If you don't mind, Harry, you can go out to the shed and get Lorcan's Christmas present? I hand made him a wooden rocking dragon."

Harry's face lit up. "Really? Wow, that's amazing. Yeah, I can go and get it for you," he said excitedly.

"Need some help, pup?" Sirius asked from where he was sitting in front of the fireplace nursing a glass of fire whiskey.

Harry rolled his eyes when his dad subtly shook his head no, he obviously didn't want to get up off his lazy ass. "I got it dad, you just sit there and continue roasting your ass off in front of the fire. Mrs. Weasley, if I'm not back in ten minutes, turn my dad so he doesn't burn."

"Oh, Harry," Mrs. Weasley chuckled.

***HP

Harry cast a warming charm on himself before stepping outside. Living in Romania and working outside in the winter, he had gotten pretty good at warming charms, but luckily most of the dragon enclosures had warming charms on them so he wasn't stuck out in the cold all the time. Giggling when he spotted two garden gnomes arguing over an old sock, he smiled softly as he made his way to the shed.

"Lumos," Harry whispered as he entered the shed. Holding his wand out in front of him, he started looking around for the wooden dragon Mr. Weasley had made Lorcan. Spotting the dragon in the back of the shed by Mr. Weasley's work table, he carefully made his way to it keeping his arms close to his sides and making sure not to touch anything. He dearly loved Mr. Weasley, but he had a habit of bringing cursed objects home from work and tinkering around with them. He really didn't want to spend his son's first Christmas in St. Mungos because he accidentally touched a curse object and sprouted a second nose or something.

Gasping in awe, Harry knelt down next to the wooden dragon. He didn't know when Mr. Weasley found the time, but the wooden dragon was absolutely breathtaking. The dragon was a less scary version of the Chinese Fireball with its wings folded back and head held high and proud. The dragon was Gryffindor red and gold and had the cutest little black saddle and black strap around its neck for Lorcan to hold on to. Mr. Weasley had truly outdone himself on Lorcan's gift.

"Amazing!" Harry whispered reverently as he ran his fingers over the wooden dragon.

"Dad has always been good with woodwork. He could make a fortune selling things like that."

Startled, Harry felt back onto his ass, his heart pounding. "Jesus, Bill, give a man a warning." Placing his hand over his beating heart, he started taking deep, calming breaths. "I think you just scared three years off of my life."

Bill started to step forward, but stopped and smiled shyly at Harry. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to frighten you. I saw that someone was in the shed and I thought maybe it was my dad."

"It's okay," Harry said somewhat awkwardly. "Your mom and dad are going to be happy you came." Harry couldn't help but notice that Bill looked good, almost like the old Bill that he had fallen in love with. There was a saneness in his eyes that he hadn't seen in a long time."

"Yeah, I guess I should have answered all their floo calls, but I wasn't sure myself up until an hour ago if I was coming or not."

Getting to his feet, Harry brushed the dust and dirt off of his jeans. "I'm glad you did. H-How have you been?"

"Better," Bill grimaced. "The past few months haven't been easy, but I'm improving. I have been seeing a mind healer three times a week for a while now and he's been a great help. Of course I can't tell him everything, not your name or that you're a fairy, but he's still been able to help me."

"I'm glad, Bill. You may not believe it, but I have been worried about you."

Bill took a tentative step forward, but he still kept his distance. "I believe it, Harry, you're a very kind and compassionate person. What I did to you..."

"Is in the past," Harry interrupted, not really wanting to bring up the past. He just wanted to move on now, especially for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who just wanted their family whole again. What happened in the past was over and done with, he was happily bonded to Charlie and they had a beautiful little boy together. It wasn't easy getting to where they were now, but this was how it was supposed to be. He was always meant to be with Charlie.

"It was still wrong."

Harry nodded his head in agreement. "It was wrong, and it hurt, but I'm better now too thanks to Charlie."

"I'm sorry," Bill said sincerely, his voice heavy with pain and sadness. "I'm sorry for how I treated you, I'm sorry for how I lied to you, I'm sorry for cheating on you with Fleur, I'm sorry for threatening to take your baby from you, I'm sorry for how I acted while you were pregnant, I'm sorry for demanding your time and attention, and I'm sorry for being a spoiled, insensitive dick. Will you ever be able to forgive me?"

"I forgave you a long time ago," Harry said honestly. "I just want things back to where they were before we crawled into bed together. Do you think we can ever go back to being friends?" He wasn't stupid enough to believe that things could just magically go back to how they were before, not after everything that happened, but he also didn't want family gatherings to be awkward and weird. He dreamed of being a part of a family like the Weasley's ever since he was a little boy, he didn't want what happened between him and Bill to come between him and his dream.

Bill slowly nodded his head. "If we take it slow. I still love you Harry, but I understand now that my love for you wasn't healthy. Like I said before, I'm getting better, but it's still a struggle." It was true, he was getting better, but he still had a long way to go. After the birth of his son, or what was supposed to be his son, he had been in a very dark place. If it hadn't been for his dad forcing him to see a mind healer, he would probably still be locked up in his old bedroom refusing to come out. Or worse, dead.

Those first few weeks after Lorcan was born he had wanted to kill himself. He had lost everything, his brother, the man he loved, and his son. At the time, he felt like he had nothing to live for. After three weeks of refusing to come out of his room at the Burrow and barely eating, his dad had literally drug him out of bed, threw him into the shower fully clothed, then apparated him to St. Mungos and forced him to see a mind healer. He had hated his dad at the time for forcing him to do all of that, but now he was grateful to have such a caring father.

"There's also Lorcan." Bill added heavily. "Seeing him is going to hurt so damn much. I don't know if I will ever be able to look at him without thinking that he was supposed to be mine."

"I know it's not the same, and I may come off as insensitive saying this, but he's still your nephew, Bill. Lorcan is still your family."

Bill smiled sadly. "I would rather have been daddy than Uncle Bill."

Harry didn't know what to say to that. He did feel bad for Bill, but he wouldn't change how things turned out for all the money in the world. Charlie was Lorcan's daddy, the three of them were a family. He would never be able to thank Magic enough for what she did.

Harry smiled tentatively at Bill needing to change the subject. "I heard you're back in Egypt?"

"Four months now. I always liked Egypt and the goblins were happy to have me back there. How are your dragons?"

Harry's face lit up like it did every time somebody asked him about his dragons. "My dragons are amazing! Charlie says that I'm even more obsessed with dragons than what he is. Most days he has to hunt me down and drag me out of the enclosures. I love it there."

"You two really were made for each other," Bill said wistfully.

Harry started fidgeting. Bill was still looking at him as if he wanted to eat him, but at least the crazy in his eyes was mostly gone. "There's someone out there for you too, Bill. Someone who shares the same passion for mysteries and curse breaking that you do."

"Maybe," Bill chuckled, "but a boyfriend or a girlfriend is the last thing on my mind. Right now I just need to focus on making myself a better person."

"Harry!"

"Charlie!" Harry called when his mate came bursting into the shed, his face red from running all the way from the house. Charlie also wasn't wearing a coat so he must have left the house in a hurry. "Is it Lorcan, is something wrong?"

Charlie's eyes widened when he spotted his brother. He had been expecting to find Harry hurt since he had been gone so long, not his brother in the shed with his mate. "Harry, Lorcan is fine, its you I'm worried about. You have been out here for over forty five minutes. You are alright, aren't you?"

Bill held his hands up in surrender. "Harry's fine Charlie, I'm not causing any trouble."

When his mate looked to him for confirmation, Harry nodded his head. "I'm fine, Charlie, we were just talking."

"I was apologizing," Bill clarified. "And I know I apologized before, but this time is different. I apologized to Harry for everything, but now it's time I apologized to you. I was such an ass, Charlie. I had no right trying to guilt you into stepping aside so I could be with Harry, and I deserved every bone you broke for how I acted leading up to Lorcan's birth. I love you Charlie, and I miss seeing and talking to you. I know we'll never be as close as we once were, but I would like to be your brother again."

Charlie could see the sincerity in his brother's eyes, but he wasn't ready to let his guard down just yet. He loved Bill and he wanted to be friends and brothers again, but Harry and his son were his number one priorities. Bill had seriously went off the deep end and he no longer knew what his brother was capable of.

Bill nodded his head grimly when his brother didn't say anything. "I understand, I hurt you and Harry and...

"I'm not sure that you do understand. Bill, you have not only been my brother, but you have also been my best friend. I thought that I knew you better than anyone, but the things that you did and said were spiteful, hurtful, and malicious."

"Don't forget selfish," Bill added sadly. "At the time I didn't truly care about yours or Harry's feelings, all I cared about was being with Harry."

"And what, you're all better now?" Charlie asked skeptically. "It's only been seven months."

"Seven long months of seeing a mind healer and trying to get my life back on track. And no, I'm not all better now, but I am doing better. I accept that you and Harry are bonded and Lorcan is your son, not mine. It hurts, but I accept it."

Charlie ran his hand through his hair in agitation. He wanted to forgive his brother with open arms, but he just wasn't ready yet. He thought that he could, until he saw him again and everything that happened came flooding back to him.

"Charlie, let's just enjoy Christmas with the family and we can worry about the rest later." Harry said calmly. "We don't have to kiss and make up tonight, this is something we can slowly working on."

Charlie reluctantly nodded his head. He loved Harry, but the boy was too damn forgiving. "Are you coming in?" he asked Bill.

Looking down, Bill shrugged his shoulders. "I think it would be better if I just went home."

"This is your home," Charlie sighed heavily. "Dad has been moping for days because of you. Come in and enjoy Christmas dinner."

Looking between his brother and Harry, Bill slowly nodded his head. "Okay, I'll come in, but only if you're comfortable with it."

"We're family," Harry reminded.

"It's a start," Charlie gave in. "But after this, Bill, no more chances. No more being alone with Harry either, not until I can trust you again. I love you, Bill, but Harry is far more forgiving than what I am."

"Charlie, I'm not expecting weekly dinner invitations, and with you in Romania and me in Egypt, we will hardly see each other. I just want us to take a step in the right direction."

"We'll start with now and see where it goes, that's the best I can offer you," Charlie said seriously. If Bill put one toe out of line, that was it, no more.

"I'll take whatever I can get," Bill sighed with relief.

"You can go on in ahead of us, I want to talk to Harry in private."

Nodding his head, Bill turned and left the shed. Charlie waited a few minutes before walking up to his mate and pulling him into a hug. "I was terrified that something happened to you. Mom said you had went out to the shed to get something for dad but you were taking too long. I thought you had gotten cursed by one of dad's crazy objects."

"I know better than to touch anything in here," Harry chuckled. "I love your dad, but he has some serious issues."

Laughing, Charlie pulled Harry tighter to his chest. "Are you okay with Bill being here?"

Harry tilted his head back so he could see his mate. "Charlie, I have been over Bill for a very long time now. You are the one who seems to have issues with him being here."

"Guess I'm just not as over it as I thought. I can get over what he said and did to me, but not for how he treated you. I also don't trust him, at least not yet. Bill did and said things that never in a million years would I think he was capable of. Harry, you and Lorcan are my entire world, my life, your happiness and safety is my number one priority. I do want my brother back, but it's going to take more than an apology for me to start trusting him again."

"I understand, I don't trust him either, I just don't want your mom and dad to be sad on Christmas. I would like to think he's being sincere and that we can all put this behind us and move on, but only time will tell. There's nothing he can do, we're happily bonded and Lorcan is yours thanks to Magic. Let's just go inside and enjoy Christmas with our son and the rest of our family."

"Yeah, we should probably leash Sirius before he attacks Bill," Charlie chuckled.

"Or, we could stay out here a few more minutes and I can give you my Christmas gift," Harry said seductively, as he cupped Charlie's ass.

"Oh," Charlie smirked, "you brought my Christmas gift out here, did ya?"

Licking his lips, Harry slowly dropped to his knees. "Maybe I need to rephrase that, why don't you give me my Christmas present out here?" Eyes on the prize, Harry reached out and started unbuckling his mate's jeans.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Charlie dug his fingers into Harry's hair. "Harry, anyone can walk in on us out here."

Harry chuckled triumphantly when Charlie pulled him in closer to his crotch instead of pushing him away. "Well, if anyone does walk in, I'm not sharing."

"Harry!" Charlie gasped. "That's my family."

"Family or not, I'm still not sharing." With a wink, Harry wrapped his lips around Charlie's beautiful cock and started sucking. He loved pleasuring his mate, hearing Charlie's moans was the biggest turn on for him. He could come just from sucking Charlie, and he probably was going to.

"Fuck!" Charlie moaned as he closed his eyes. His mom could walk in now and he wouldn't care. Harry's mouth easily made him forget everything, his brain turned too goo whenever his mate was sucking him.

Harry could tell from the hands gripping his hair tightly and Charlie's trembling legs, that he wasn't going to last long at all. Charlie normally had amazing stamina, but he would be lucky if his mate lasted three minutes. That was okay, they needed to get back to Lorcan anyway. Maybe a good orgasm would be enough to keep Charlie calm around Bill for the rest of the evening. For Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's sake he hoped so.

"Harry, I'm going to come," Charlie warned breathlessly.

Harry moaned around the cock that was halfway down his throat, taking Charlie as deep into his throat as he could handle. With a curse, Charlie came, his hands buried in Harry's hair.

Panting, Harry let Charlie's softening cock slip from his mouth. "Now that's a Christmas treat."

Still feeling a bit winded, Charlie reached down to help his mate to his feet. "It's my turn for my treat."

"Sorry, big guy, I spilled your treat all over my lap," Harry chuckled as he pointed to the wet spot between his legs.

"You came just from sucking me off?" Charlie asked in disbelief. "That's hot."

"It's actually cold and sticky," Harry pouted as he waved his wand over himself to clean up the mess.

"I love you," Charlie said with a big smile on his face. "I love you so much that at times it can be hard to breath."

A tear slowly made its way down Harry's cheek. "Does it kinda feel like your heart is beating three times too fast, like there's a lump in your throat and that you're so happy that you just want to cry? Because that's how I feel every time I look at you. I never imagined loving someone would fee this way."

"Thank you for being mine," Charlie said as he wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders and hugged him close to his heart.

"Always and forever," Harry professed. Taking Charlie's hand, they left the shed and started making their way towards the Burrow. As they got closer they could hear laughter coming from inside, which was a good sign considering Bill was in there with Sirius.

"I never imagined I would be this happy and content," Harry said wistfully. "I have you, Lorcan, my dads, your family, and the best job ever. Everything is perfect."

"And I'll do my best to make sure it always stays perfect for you."

Harry smiled up at his mate. "And I'll do my best to make sure your life is perfect too."

"You already do. Love you, little bit."

"Love you too," Harry said with tears of happiness in his eyes.

***HP

Well, that's it. I really didn't want to make this epilogue about Bill, but we needed a little closure. As you can see, things aren't magically better, but Bill is showing some improvement. I do see Harry as being more forgiving than Charlie. It's going to take Charlie a long time before he trusts his brother again...if ever.

I know some people will wonder about Bill and Lorcan's relationship. Will Lorcan cry every time Bill gets near him? Maybe. I would like to think that once Bill is truly over Harry and accepts full responsibility for his actions, that magic will make it to where Lorcan no longer cries when his uncle gets near him. I dunno though, you can decide for yourselves.

I had wrestled with the idea of making Mr. Fortescue a fairy and him revealing himself to Harry, but I decided against it. I wanted to end this fic, not add another twist to the story. I kind of like the idea of Mr. Fortescue being a fairy though and quietly watching over Harry and then finally revealing himself to him and showing him that he wasn't alone, that he wasn't the only fairy left. Maybe someday I'll right an alternate ending where that happens.

I hope you all enjoyed reading my story, and thank you to all of you who have taken the time to review.