Merry Christmas!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot line.
Warnings: Dunno. Drunkenness, swearing…maybe some violence…spoilers for Harry Potter (EWE) and…the whole series of Dark Hunters? (I haven't read them all but I will be pulling facts off the internet – so just in case) Oh, and slash. Probably. Actually most definitely – but nothing graphic. You know what – I'll warn you.
Timeline: Um…basically just after Vane's book – just imagine that nothing happened for the subsequent months until Xmas.
Pairings: Harry/Savitar (maybe others but I dunno yet)
December 25th! Merry Xmas!
Savitar's eyes widened and for once he was at a complete loss for words. "Um…"
Harry was still staring at him but he was starting to grin.
"No. I…" Savitar trailed off and thought about it. Had he really just…?
Oh crap.
"You did!" Harry crowed, standing suddenly, his hands still held by Savitar's own. "I heard you! Can't take it back now!"
"But I…" Savitar looked up and saw the happy sparkle in Harry's eyes. The very same sparkle he had so ruthlessly tried to crush just a day ago. "I hurt you." He said instead. "Why would you want to…" he trailed off in incomprehension trying to pull away from Harry.
Harry was having none of it and instead switched their grips so that it was he holding Savitar's hands. "Listen." He said quietly. "I don't understand your logic, but from what I can gather from your actions and explanations, you just wanted me happy…"
Savitar nodded.
"And true, you went about it in the most obscure and hurtful way possible…"
Savitar winced.
"But…" Harry sighed, "you did it because you wanted me happy. You made me hate you…" He grinned ruthlessly when Savitar flinched. "For a moment at least."
"I understand." Savitar intoned, trying to tug his hands away.
Harry rolled his eyes and flicked him in the forehead. Savitar looked at him like he was crazy.
"I'm not done talking yet." Harry said and inwardly smirked when Savitar immediately fell still, eyeing him warily.
"You made me hate you…to keep me happy. Even though you…"
"I love you." Savitar repeated and Harry's face lit up.
"You love me." He finished. "So. You were doing this for me. Yes?"
"Yes?"
"Meaning you would sacrifice your own happiness for me. Yes?"
Realisation was starting to dawn and Harry rolled his eyes when Savitar straightened his spine.
"Yes."
"So all we have to do is train you to give better presents!" Harry said happily.
The strong and determined look was immediately replaced by wariness.
"Pranking materials work too." Harry patted him on the head. "I am a Marauder. Gotta keep the legacy going somehow."
"Really?" Savitar was still feeling a bit lost. Wasn't he supposed to be begging? He wasn't quite sure why Harry was forgiving him. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he deserved to be forgiven. But he wasn't going to complain.
With that realisation he felt just that little bit more sure of himself. He twisted his wrist until he was once more holding Harry's hands.
"Then yes." He said, "I'm asking you to stay with me. Be mine, forever."
Harry's grin just got wider and he opened his mouth to reply when a half naked Remus, Sirius and Tonks came barrelling through the door.
"Cub, are you okay? There was screaming, then shouting and then quiet." Remus said at the same time Sirius chimed in with "Pup! It's not what you think! Let us explain!"
The three of them froze when they saw Harry standing, his hand being held by a kneeling man.
"Whoa." Tonks said, her eyes wide.
Sirius' mouth dropped open. "Is he proposing to you?"
"I see you as parental figures," Harry said slowly as he raked an eye over them. "So please don't take this the wrong way but your nakedness is ruining this moment."
"Pup!"
Harry grinned brightly at them. "For your information, yes, he has just proposed!"
There was silence as the two groups looked at one another until Tonks broke it with an exasperated, "Well?"
"Oh!" Harry turned back to Savitar, "Yes."
Savitar grinned and stood, wrapping his arms around Harry possessively, whilst Tonks cheered and Sirius wiped away and imaginary tear. It was a beautiful moment.
"Wait one damned minute!"
Everyone turned to look at Remus who was staring at the group like they had all lost their minds.
"What is it Moony?" Sirius asked.
"Just who the hell is this guy?"
"That's a good question." Sirius agreed and turned to Harry. "Who is this guy, pup?"
"This is Savitar!"
The effect was instantaneous. Remus' eyes turned gold and with a savage snarl he launched himself through the air, claws extended.
Savitar reacted without thinking and disappeared to the other side of the room with Harry, pushing the shorter man behind his back to protect him. Harry fought with him, slapping his hands away and peering out behind him.
Remus crashed into the empty seat, his momentum tipping the chair and he went toppling over the back.
"What the hell?" Savitar asked in confusion.
"You!" Remus growled as he stood slowly from the wreckage. "I'm going to kill you!" He roared as he, again, launched himself across the room.
Harry 'oohed' behind him as Remus seemed to fly for a moment before Savitar grabbed his wrist and they were once again standing in their original position. This time surrounded by chair debris though.
Remus slammed into the wall, claws gouging out huge lines as he turned back to face them with a feral snarl.
"You will cease this immediately!" Savitar commanded sharply, bringing his power to bear, covering the room like a heavy blanket.
Remus' own wild magic crackled against it, almost visibly sparking around him.
"You hurt my cub!" He roared, taking a step forward.
Savitar subconsciously took a step back, in front of Harry, shielding him completely.
Harry rolled his eyes and hopped up on Savitar's back, piggy-backing him.
To his credit Savitar didn't even twitch at the unexpected move.
"Ooh!" Harry breathed as he rested his chin on Savitar's shoulder. "Remus is pissed at you!"
Savitar felt his fingers twitch as he tried to temper the instinct to just wipe this cretin off this plane of existence. But he couldn't because Harry saw him as some sort of fucked up father figure.
Did that mean he needed to get his permission to take Harry?
…nah, he'd just take Harry and keep him locked in a state of complete bliss in his room.
"Whoa!"
Harry interrupted his daydream just in time for Savitar's vision to fill with golden eyes and razor sharp claws.
He disappeared Harry and himself to the hallway. There was a loud crash as Remus hit the wall that they had just been standing in front of.
"Come on!" Harry said, slipping off his back and tugging him down the hallway, "The kitchen!"
Savitar allowed Harry to pull him wherever. He inwardly wondered just what the hell had happened to his life for him to be running from his murderous, soon to be father-in-law and not be able to just kill him and have it done with.
The door to the living room splintered and was suddenly ripped off its hinges as Remus ploughed into the hallway.
"I'm going to rip off your face and shove it down your throat!"
Harry slammed the door shut and warded it as best he could with his borrowed power. Something heavy slammed into it from the other side and they could hear claws scrabbling on wood.
Harry turned to Savitar with delight. "This is so much fun!"
Savitar just stared at him. "I can see now why you decided pranking and pissing off my were's was a good idea."
Harry laughed and grabbed Savitar's hand again, tugging him to another door. "This door leads outside."
"Or I could just take us both home and not surface for a decade."
Harry snorted as he swung the door open. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
The door behind them smashed open to reveal an enraged Remus followed by Sirius and Tonks who were munching on snacks, watching the proceedings.
"I don't have one." Savitar deadpanned as he scooped Harry up bridal style and appeared twenty feet above the ground in the back garden.
Remus appeared below them, glaring up at him. Savitar stared down at him warily.
Harry looped his arms around his neck. "Wow. No wonder you're so uptight and angry all the time. You should do something reckless every now and then. It's good for stress relief."
Remus launched himself in the air, managing to jump fifteen feet, clawed fingers swiping at the air.
Savitar just kept reminding himself that he couldn't kill the man because Harry would be upset.
But just to check…
"So I can't just kill him?"
Harry tugged sharply on a lock of his hair. "No! And you have to get his permission to be with me as well."
Savitar stared as Remus took another leap at him. "You're kidding, right?"
"Nope!" Harry said brightly before pressing closer to him with a smirk, "Just think of how I'll be able to reward you any time you wish…"
Savitar swallowed when Harry started to run his fingers through his hair and mouthed kisses on his neck.
"Harry," he croaked, and then cleared his throat in impatience. "You have to-fuck!"
They dropped five feet in the air when Harry bit his earlobe, hard.
Savitar barely managed to gain enough brain function to lift them back up so he could avoid Remus' next swipe at him.
"Harry, Harry, Harry…"
Harry pulled his head back with a smirk. "Yes?" he asked innocently.
"That's-" Savitar cleared his throat as his voice broke. "That's really distracting. Stop it."
"Do you really want me to stop?"
"No. I mean yes. For now."
Harry tipped his head back, "Hmm, okay." He leant back and waved at Sirius. "Hi, Sirius!"
"Having a good time, pup?" Sirius called back.
"Sirius!" Remus turned on his friend with a snarl. "This isn't working. Get me a broom!"
"A broom?" Savitar asked, "What does he want a broom for?"
"To fly." Harry answered absentmindedly.
"Sure!" Sirius replied to Remus.
"You can do that?" Savitar said, aghast.
Harry ignored him and leant over further. "My Firebolt is in my trunk!" He called down.
"Thanks pup!" Sirius yelled as he disappeared in front of the house.
"What are you doing! You're not supposed to be helping them!"
Harry looked at Savitar weirdly. "But they're my family." He shrugged, "Besides, how are you going to get permission if you keep running away."
"I do not run away!"
Harry looked at him and then stared at the ground twenty feet below them pointedly.
By the time Savitar had come up with a rebuttal Remus was already in the air and facing them.
"Hi, Remus!"
"Give me my cub." Remus growled.
Savitar clutched Harry to him tighter. "No."
"No?"
Savitar held his ground, suddenly fed up with being pushed and pulled and bossed around by everyone. He was Savitar for the god's sakes.
"No." He repeated, staring Remus hard in the eye. "I will not give up Harry to anyone. Not even to you. Harry is mine and if you continue to push me I will wipe you and everyone who knows you from the face of the planet."
There was silence as the two Alpha's stared each other down.
After five minutes Harry started to fidget which broke whatever exchange they were doing.
Remus leaned back slightly and looked at them both. "Very well." He said slowly. "You may just be good enough for him."
Savitar bristled but was quickly soothed when Harry kissed his cheek. "Finally!"
"But if you hurt him," Remus warned as he directed the broom back to the ground, "there is nowhere that you could hide and no power that you could wield that would save you."
Savitar stared after him then turned to Harry. "That was impressive. I almost believed he could hurt me for a moment."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on, down to the ground. We're going to The Burrow for Christmas dinner!"
Savitar slowly lowered them to the ground and didn't protest when Harry dragged him past Remus and into the house.
He did start wondering when Harry dragged him up the stairs and into his bedroom.
"What are you doing?" Savitar asked when Harry started to rummage through his trunk.
"Hang on a…here it is!" Harry stood triumphantly holding a large suit in his hands.
"What is that." Savitar said blankly.
"It's a suit." Harry said in confusion.
"…and?"
"You have to wear it!"
"No."
Harry's mouth dropped open. "What? Why not?"
"Because there is no way that I will ever wear anything other than my wetsuit."
"But you have to!" Harry protested. "You can't wear a wetsuit! It's a family meal!"
"I said-"
"You owe me! You said you'd do anything I want because I won our bet!"
"What bet?" Savitar asked in confusion.
"The bet about the weres being complacent!"
He thought back, "You mean the bet that you made up?"
"Yes."
"No."
Harry pouted and crossed his arms. "But you'll look hot."
Savitar clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He could feel the beginnings of a headache starting up.
"Fine."
Harry cheered.
Savitar stared at the green fire in the kitchen fireplace, feeling strangely comfortable in his new suit. He had forgone the shoes though, demanding that Harry let him wear sandals. Harry had just nodded with wide eyes. It had been very amusing. Almost as amusing as a dazed Harry unbuttoning his shirt whilst he was doing it up.
He turned to Harry who was looking at him with amusement. "You have got to be kidding me."
Harry snorted and grabbed his hand, tugging him closer, "It's not that bad."
Savitar stared down at him. "You are a horrible liar."
"Why does everyone say that!"
"Because you are." Savitar turned his attention back to the flames through which Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Teddy had just disappeared, "Do I really have to do this? Why can't I just take us there?"
"You want to miss out on wizarding travel?" Harry asked with a grin.
"Yes."
"Ooh, tough luck." Harry shoved Savitar into the fire. He let out a yell, and then turned and glared at Harry when nothing happened.
Harry smirked and jumped in with him, wrapping his arms around his waist. "The Burrow!" he called out before they were rushed away, spinning madly in a vortex of colour and sound.
Harry felt Savitar grip him tightly and then it was over and they landed with a thump, Savitar the only thing that was keeping Harry vertical.
"Oh! Good landing!" Harry disentangled himself, from a green looking Savitar. "I'm travelling with you again!"
"I am never doing that again." Savitar told him.
Harry just laughed before he was cut off when his face was grabbed and shoved against Molly Weasley's chest.
"Dear! How have you been? I've been so worried about you!"
Harry flailed.
"And that silly ministry, declaring you a Dark Lord!" She tutted, "Why, I've never heard anything so preposterous in my life! You! A Dark Lord! You don't have a bad bone in your body!"
When it didn't look like she was going to stop smothering Harry, Savitar reached forward and disentangled him.
"Oh!" Molly said, blushing a little when she looked Savitar over, "who is this?"
After a few deep breaths Harry grinned at her. "This is Savitar. My fiancée."
Savitar didn't have any warning before his own face was crushed against the formidable woman's chest.
"Welcome to the family!"
He eventually managed to free himself, no thanks to Harry who was laughing himself sick, leaning against the counter.
"Thank you." Savitar said politely, which had Molly blushing and Harry starting up again.
"Oh, go on, you!" Molly shooed them out of the empty kitchen and into the back garden.
Savitar paused for a moment as he took in the sight.
It was dark out, but there were fairies hovering above a long, food-laden table, throwing their light about the garden and making the snow sparkle.
There was a multitude of people milling about, talking and laughing with one another as an odd looking radio played songs quietly in the background.
Despite there being three feet of snow it was surprisingly warm and Savitar was left wondering for a moment before Harry nudged him and murmured "warming charms".
He let Harry drag him further into the garden and introduce him to the Weasley's and their significant others, Harry's hand never leaving his own.
"You!"
Savitar frowned at the familiar voice and focused just in time to see Darion gaping at Harry.
"Oh! Hello again." Harry said awkwardly. "Weren't you the guy who hit on me?"
Savitar glared at his Drakos Regis, wrapping his arms possessively around Harry. Darion paled when he realised just who he was.
"What are you doing here?" Savitar growled out.
"Um…my mate invited me…"
Harry brightened. "You have a mate? Who is it?"
Charlie Weasley came up and handed Darion a glass of mulled wine. "Oh hey, Harry. How have you been?"
"I've been fine." Harry said with a grin. He turned back to Darion. "This makes us practically family!"
Darion whimpered. Charlie looked between them in confusion. "Is there something I should know?"
"The last time we met Fred and George had experimented with potions." Harry explained.
"Ah." Charlie nodded sagely and patted Darion on the arm, "It'll be alright. Eventually."
Harry snickered when Charlie led Darion away to a less crowded corner of the garden to suffer his nervous breakdown in peace.
"That was funny." Harry turned in Savitar's arms. "Poor guy doesn't realise that Fred and George always experiment on family first before releasing their products on the general public." He kissed Savitar chastely on the lips. "Which reminds me. Fred and George probably have a vendetta against you now. If they get within twelve feet of anything you're going to touch just run."
Savitar dragged Harry back up and crushed their mouths together, enjoying how Harry automatically clung to him. He wondered again how he could have even thought about throwing this away.
Then all brain function left when Harry did that thing with his tongue and…
He came back to himself ten minutes later, his forehead pressed against Harry's and both of them panting.
"I'd like to see them try."
Harry grinned and pulled him over to their seats. "Well okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
He conveniently forgot to mention that Savitar's hair was now bright pink and sticking straight up from his head.
Finished!
Well, it's been an awesome ride and I really enjoyed writing this – hope you all enjoyed reading it. My goal was to get at least one laugh out of you :)
Hope you've had an awesome [insert religious holiday here]! And if you're not religious then I hope you've just enjoyed having a chapter a day!
And now all that's left is to bid you adieu and hope you review! For old time's sake :P