Title: Lubowen (rev 005) 5/8
Pairing: Harry/OFC, Severus/OFC
Warnings: Chan, Sexual Themes, Het, Violence, Child Abuse
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: There were things that Harry had forgotten that happened the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts. He remembers now, and it added to his pain and loss, but he also found family and a reason to keep on fighting.
Very early the next morning, Petunia knocked softly on her nephew’s door and waited to be acknowledged before unlocking the door from the outside. Naiya stood by the door looking extremely weak, while Harry slept peacefully on the bed covered by a nice sheet she had conjured the previous night. Both women left the room without making noise, Pet helping the weak Naiya down the stairs. They entered the kitchen and the witch took out her wand –her friend had gone with her to Diagon Alley to buy it among other things six months ago- to cast a silencing charm. She could already cast many spells, although there was a lot the former muggle woman still needed to learn.
“Did you finish the Ritual?” Petunia inquired as she began with the preparations for tea and breakfast. Naiya had informed her that Harry might not wake up before it was time to fix it. “You look drained.”
“Yes, it’s done. There is no going back now. I just hope I’m not pushing him over the edge. Harry is… in too much emotional pain Pet, the death of that man -his Godfather- hurt him terribly. He has not allowed himself to grieve and feels responsible for it.” The Lubowen female was sincerely concerned for her daramee.
Through their half-formed bond she had been able to sense his emotional state, and last night during the transfer she had finally gained full knowledge of what happened to him at that school. Naiya did not like it, especially that Prophesy. He was terrified of his destiny and had nothing but duty, pain, guilt, and loneliness to look forward to. Her naleam was barely a child; it was not fair that he had to carry the weight of the whole world on his scrawny shoulders. But the knowledge of the Prophesy also convinced her that she did the right thing by completing the Ritual. She had provided him with the power the Dark Lord knows not. Lubowen were legends, despite needing to interact and mate with other races, their presence was not divulged. They were probably the world’s best kept secret.
“Unfortunately Vernon taught him early on not to cry Naiya. Harry never learned how to let go and allow himself to be comforted, and I’m to blame as much as that lump of lard I call a husband. I was never there for him, there were no words of comfort from any of us or from any friend for that matter –Dudley made sure he did not have any friends- while he grew up. Harry only had himself. Do you reckon this might make things worse for him?”
“In a way it probably will. On the other hand he might just have gotten the upper hand against the fiend that murdered his parents and is now trying to kill him,” she said with a sad sigh as she fixed her tea. “I don’t want to leave him Pet, just when he needs me the most.” The Lubowen said bitterly.
“You do love him Nai,” Petunia stated as she began frying the bacon.
“By the sacred tree I do love him Pet; I got to know him better through the bond. He’s really a remarkable young wizard, and he’s going to grow into a remarkable man. I wish I could be here to see it happen.” She wiped a few tears that rolled down her cheeks. “I was such a careless fool damn it! You’d think that being 150 years old would have taught me some patience and to think clearly. And yet it seems this is what the Fates had planned all along. He needed to complete the Daramy, needed to gain Lubowen magic to fulfill his destiny.”
“There is no use in recriminating yourself; it will only make things harder in the… end. But, what is this destiny thing? Harry is just a boy, doing things he shouldn’t have thanks to you.” Naiya allowed herself a faint satisfied smile for a brief moment before she explained.
“Voldemort killed Harry’s parents, not because they opposed him, but because of a Prophesy about Harry and him. This deranged wizard does not know the whole Prophesy, only that the one with the power to vanquish him was going to be born on July 31st from parents that had already defied him three times. I gather your sister and her husband had done just that.”
“You aren’t trying to tell me these people believe in that rubbish.” The woman scoffed, she did not believe in seeing the future.
“They do Pet, and as most of this Prophesy has already come to pass, there is very little doubt that it’s true. Your nephew is destined to kill Voldemort, or be killed by him. This is too much of a responsibility for a fifteen year old to carry,” she finished grimly.
“I gather he knows all this… Prophesy.”
“He does, and it weights heavily on him. All Harry really wants is to be ‘normal’ and happy and he can’t. Harry only has duty to keep him going, and that won’t be enough to help him want to live.”
“The twins will do that Nai; they need him as much as he will need them. By the way, the children are well and sleeping right now. They are in Marge’s room; Vina is taking care of them.” The little house-elf was very good with the babies and Naiya considered her a good friend.
“You brought them here? I thought Vernon would not let you.” She was frankly surprised. That man disliked all children save his own spoiled offspring.
“Oh he protested, but he’s also aware of your… condition.” Petunia hesitated a bit. Both women were aware of it, but none liked to mention Naiya’s death too much.
“Ah yes… he believes just like everyone else that I have cancer. Which isn’t that far from the truth, as this is a magical cancer eating away my magical core,” she said this mostly to herself. “So he thinks I’m at the hospital waiting patiently for my death?”
“Yes and there won’t be much trouble if they have to stay after… after it happens. I haven’t told him the children are Harry’s yet; and I hope I don’t have to tell him before I get the divorce papers. They should be here any day now.”
“Richards said they the documents should not take longer than Wednesday. So don’t fuzz about it Pet. Have you decided yet about my proposal? There… there isn’t much time left and I need to leave everything settled.”
“I agree to take charge of the Firm’s administration until Harry or the twins can. I’ll only be an overseer, not a partner…”
“With a hefty salary Pet; what about the houses?”
“I think we’ll need to speak about them with Harry. Although the country house just outside of London is a good place to raise children. It is also the most heavily warded, even more than this house, and that is saying something. ”
“But what about yourself?’’
“The London flat would be perfect Nai. It’s small and centric, but I really don’t need…”
“You do Pet. You’re starting over. In order to get your husband to sign, you had to forfeit any claims to what by right is yours: the house, half his income, the money in the bank. Petunia you need a place to live and means to support yourself. The… material wealth I accumulated through my life is of no use to me now. But it’ll be useful to Harry, my children and… my best friend. So please accept it.”
“Thank you Nai. Neither, Vernon nor Dudley is going to be around today,” she said changing the subject. She really did not like to talk about it. “I’ll take care of Harry’s chores so you can talk to him. He’s going to want to spend as much time as he possibly cans with you. I’m also sure he will want to meet his son and daughter once he’s over the shock of learning he’s a father.” Petunia paused for a moment before asking. “What are you going to tell him about… you know?” Her voice broke a little, in the months since he met Naiya, the Lubowen had become the best friend she ever had and she was going to miss her dearly.
“I don’t think I’ll tell him the truth, Harry would blame himself for this. He doesn’t need to have more guilt piled on top of what he already feels. That’s why this is one piece of knowledge I did not give him. I’m going to tell him the same thing I have told everyone else. Among my people there is a very rare sickness that has the same symptoms I’m presenting. There is no cure and life can be painfully prolonged with potions, but it would have killed my little ones. I had to choose between myself and the babies, I chose them.”
“Won’t he blame the little ones? It’s only logical especially after that ritual is performed. He is attached to you.”
“In a way he is, but he will be closer to the children. The Daramy ritual is not for life Petunia. My people couldn’t afford to be tied to just one person. We would have ceased to exist if that was so. But it does create a bond between us that makes us a family. The original purpose was to procreate and raise the children. Through the centuries some things have changed, and it has come to have a deeper emotional meaning. Still, because of its original purpose when one of the parents dies the other will take the responsibility. Even the concept of blaming the children for the death of a mother in childbirth is impossible to contemplate; he won’t be able to leave them. I am counting on this part to help him pull through Pet.” Tears were rolling down her eyes.
“I just… I don’t know how to help you both Naiya,” She said coming to give her friend a hug.
“You have done enough by being my friend, but promise me that you’ll be there for him? He already felt so alone, and I gave him hope only to take it away before we had time to live together.”
“I will, but you know he might not allow me too close. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me. I was too blind. I hurt him and allowed them to do it too.” There was despair and guilt in her voice.
“He will forgive you Petunia, I’m sure of it. He will also come to appreciate your help with the twins. Harry has a big heart and even though it might take some time he’ll come to see you’ve changed and he’ll forgive you.”
“I’m curious as to why you haven’t named them yet?” Petunia decided to change the subject again, and this was something she had been wondering about since the twins were born.
“I would have if I had decided to keep Harry in the dark. But now it’s not my place to do so. Custom decrees that the male is the one with the honour of naming any child produced during the time the union lasts. This is supposed to strengthen the father’s bond created during the naming ceremony to his child. So far it has worked well for my people. Male Daram and Daramee have been the best of parents since this began.”
After the conversation Naiya went back to Harry’s room. Her mate was still sleeping, but was restlessly tossing on the bed. She supposed he was having a nightmare, so she gently woke him up. The teen sat up with a start panting, disoriented, and ready to cry although he fought to hold back the tears. With soft comforting words she reassured him, holding her beloved daramee close to her. For a moment he tensed before he allowed the tears to fall and he sobbed, finally allowing himself to grieve for Sirius.
It broke Naiya’s heart to hear Harry’s heart wrenching sobs and wails. The least she ever wanted was to see him suffer and yet, she was going to cause him pain when she passed away. The only thing she could do now was to be with him for as long as she was able, which unfortunately was probably less than two weeks. Harry cried for a long time until he was reduced to hiccups and sighs. He tried to apologize for his behavior; he did not want her to think he was weak. But the Lubowen woman would have none of it. Naiya actually lectured him about keeping everything bottled up inside. He should not do it again as it hurt him more in the end. It was alright to cry and to grieve the loss of people close to his heart; it did not make him weak.
Harry was emotionally worn out, so he fell back to sleep in her arms. Naiya fell asleep too. She was too exhausted by the transfer and drain on her magical core. The young teen felt safe and loved something he had missed since the previous summer. He knew some of the muggle and wizard stereotypes did apply to her people. Females could be the protectors just as easily as males; it only depended on the skill and the species. This was especially so when the daramee was a muggle, even though they gained magic, they lacked the years of training a Lubowen had. He was a wizard, and one day he would finish his schooling and then take the role of protector if she agreed to, but for the moment he soaked in the feeling of safety that he did not remember ever feeling in his life, and only she could provide.
A couple of hours later nature’s call woke the teen, he carefully disentangled himself from his lover and taking out as silently as possible his house robe from his trunk, he left the room for the bathroom. When he came out, finally awake and refreshed since he decided to take a shower, he realized for the first time it was already around noon and surprisingly his aunt had not called him to task for sleeping in and forgetting to prepare breakfast. Harry thought this was very strange, but decided that maybe it had something to do with the Order’s threats. He was about to go back to his room when he saw his Aunt coming up the stairs and open the door to Aunt Marge’s room. The moment she did, he could hear the cries of babies coming from inside the room.
Petunia went in and closed the door; she had not noticed Harry standing by the bathroom, too worried that it was already late for the babies’ bottle; and the little girl had already the makings of a fierce temper, while the boy was much more patient and calmer. He was really very much like Harry in temperament. Her nephew had been a rather peaceful child, and truth be told he had rarely given her any trouble when he was little. She of course had not appreciated this, so set in her dislike of magic and wizards.
The babies’ cries made Harry curious, he did not know her Aunt had had anymore children. But perhaps it might explain the odd behaviour she displayed yesterday; his new cousins might be magical, and if that was so he better check they were fine. With curiosity and a bit of worry taking the better of him, Harry went into trying not to make too much noise.
What he found out once he was inside left him gaping, there was a house-elf there helping his aunt with one of the children, there were two. That was something he would have never believed possible, what was the house-elf doing there? The Dursleys certainly hated everything that was not ‘normal’ and clearly the little elf wasn’t. He just stood there until he was noticed.
“Mistress Petunia, there is a young wizard in the room.” Vina squeaked as she held one of the children. The witch looked from the little girl to her nephew.
“I’m sorry Aunt, I didn’t want to intrude,” he said softly and turned to leave.
“Harry you’re not intruding and maybe you could give us a hand with the little ones.” He turned to face her and stared at his aunt. She rarely called him by his first name.
“You don’t mind that I’ll… I’ll ‘contaminate’ your children?” There was a slightly hard edge to his voice though he did not raise its volume. He saw her sigh, a sad expression on her face, and… was that remorse?
‘Nah, it could not be, she would never regret the way she treated me when I was younger.’ Harry thought shaking his head a little.
“No Harry I don’t. A lot changed while you were away… I… I am sorry for treating you so bad.” The boy ogled her, hearing that was surely unexpected and something he would not have considered in his wildest family oriented dreams. “I… I met Naiya last summer, and she opened my eyes to how unfair and biased I had been with you. She became my best friend, actually my first true friend since I married Vernon.”
“You met Naiya?” Was the only thing he could actually muster to ask.
“Yes, she is a remarkable person Harry. I know she’s in your room and about the Ritual. I can’t say that I liked it when she first came to talk to me about it. You were barely a child, but I came to understand things better the more I learned about her and her people.”
“She talked to you about it?” He squeaked and turned a very deep shade of red. Merlin! His Aunt was aware of his sex life, and it seemed she did not mind. Could that get more embarrassing?
“Yes, she told me about your relationship, don’t worry Harry she didn’t give me any details,” she said a bit mischievously and Harry found out that yes, it could get more embarrassing. He was probably blushing all the way to his toes. “She also told me about the little ones, although I think she hasn’t come around to tell you yet, so I will. Come Harry James Potter Daramee Naiya to meet your daughter and your son. They are two months old,” she handed her shocked nephew the little girl that was sucking from a bottle. The boy held her awkwardly almost afraid to hurt her if he was not careful, she led him to a rocking chair and had him sit lest he keeled over from shock. He did look fit to at any moment.
Harry gaped at his Aunt; the little ones were his children? His and Naiya’s? He looked then at the little girl he held in his arms and knew that was the truth. He could feel it with his magic and in some strange instinct that he guessed was part Lubowen and transferred through the ritual. The teen could barely believe that he was already a father. He was too young… he had not even finished his schooling. He did not know what it was to have a father, much less how to be one. He began feeling slightly panicked… Naiya said she would wait until he was older, until he was able to provide for a family.
“Naiya said she would wait Aunt Petunia, why…” his voice trembled slightly.
“She wanted to wait too Harry, but well… sometimes children come when you least expect them despite precautions. Although I think she is too besotted with you to think all that clearly and well… you are now a father.” Petunia tried to explain at the same time that she handed him the little boy too.
Harry stared at both of them, as they in turn fixed their beautiful emerald eyes on him. The boy was afraid of the responsibility, and yet, he marvelled at the fact that they were his children, his family. His dreams of a family came true, although not exactly as he expected them to be. He had dreamed of parents and perhaps siblings, but now he became the parent, it both scared and filled him with joy. He would not be alone anymore, he belonged to them and them to him.
The teen realized that he not only was a bringer of death, as he thought was his fate in life after hearing the Prophecy’s contents. He had helped also to bring forth life, precious life. The little ones kept looking at him curiously and he started to feel their magic touching his, probing, investigating, identifying and finally bonding with his. The twins recognized him as their father, and both accepted and loved him; the sensations they provoked in the young teen were beyond anything he had ever felt. The Lubowen instinct to protect and nurture the little ones awoke at the same time it brought forth the human equivalent.
They were a gift, a beautiful and precious gift from his Daram, and he knew he would cherish them until the day he died; and he would die for them if need be. Then the reality he was living in reared its ugly head. They were not safe with him. With Voldemort wanting to kill him, they were in terrible danger. Harry knew Naiya could protect herself, but these little babies were defenceless. He knew that if the Dark Lord learned of their existence he would try to use them to get to him. Sirius had already died because of this; he could not risk his new family suffering the same fate as his Godfather. It would kill him if something happened to them because of Voldemort’s madness.
“But… I don’t… I can’t… I can’t protect them!” He finally exclaimed feeling the fear for his little ones safety begin to grow as well as the strong urge to protect them and oddly enough name them.
The pain and fear in her nephew’s eyes as he looked at her woke in Petunia the need to protect him and reassure him, something she had never done before. She understood what he felt, as she too was a parent. He was destined to fight the evil wizard that killed his parents, and she could clearly see that he did not believe he could win. Mentally she cursed herself and her family for all the emotional baggage they placed on the teen. They had done their best to destroy any self-esteem he could ever have, and now she was seeing the results of it, just when he needed the most to believe in himself and his abilities.
“You can and you will Harry,” she said kneeling before him and awkwardly hugging her nephew to reassure him. Oddly enough he did not pull away. Then she let go and looked at him in the eyes. “You are a very powerful wizard Harry, Naiya told me, and I can feel it. You were even before the Ritual, and now you’re even more so.”
“But… Voldemort is after me Aunt Petunia; he’ll be after them and Naiya too. He… he already used Sirius,” he choked on the name and his eyes filled with tears. “A… against me, now… now he’s dead… because… because of me. He’ll… he’ll use them too if he finds out about them!” His voice was tinged with desperation. “Naiya… Naiya must take them to Ubow City (her birth place and capital of the Lubowen realm). They’ll… be safe there, Voldemort can’t find them there. They will be protected,” Harry decided. The thought of sending away hurt him so much, but the thought of loosing them at the hands of the Dark Lord was worse. He knew the Lubowen would fight to protect his children, as any youngling was precious to the whole race even if they were not related by blood or ritual.
“I’m afraid that is not possible naleam,” Naiya said sadly from the door. Despite having rested for a couple of hours she still looked exhausted and pale. Her magical core could no longer replenish her magic; she knew this was the next to final stage. She just had hoped that it had held a bit longer, given her at least a couple of weeks before she fell into a coma and finally died. But Naiya could feel that was not to be, she had three, maybe four days at the most.
“Naiya what’s wrong? Are you ill?” He ended asking instead of the why that he wanted. She did not look good. She walked towards him and kneeled beside Petunia with some effort, then looked straight into her naleam’s eyes.
“I Naiya Warem last of the Warem-sahat clan. Daram of Harry James Potter of the wizard Potter clan presents to you these two healthy younglings, -girl and boy- born two moon cycles ago. They are not named; please accept the honour of choosing their names, so they can be fully accepted into the Lubowen and Wizard clans.” She made the formal request.
It was important that he formed the bond with the twins before she told him of her sickness. The bond to the children would anchor him and keep her young naleam from doing anything foolish. Naiya could feel the little ones had already started to create it, which proved that all three of them were very powerful. The formal words startled Harry, but the response and what he should do came easily to his mind. It was part of the knowledge Naiya had transferred.
“I Harry James Potter -last of the Wizard Potter clan- Daramee of Naiya Warem -last of the Warem-sahat clan- accept the honour given to me by my Daram. I name the girl-child, my heir and first born,” he knew she was the eldest because of the order in which Naiya mentioned them. He looked at his mate asking with his eyes for help with a name, but she shook her head refusing. Harry then closed his eyes and let his magic flow. The knowledge again came from Naiya, and suddenly he knew what he wanted his daughter and his son to be called. “Rhiannon Potter-Warem.” Harry pushed his magic gently to the child and felt her respond creating a beautiful multicoloured thread of magic that connected the both of them. Through it he felt his daughter’s moods and needs. She was content, full and in need of burping, the closeness he felt to her was something he never expected. Then he felt a slight tug on his magic and looked at his son, he was getting impatient and wanted to be close to him too. “I name the boy-child, heir to the Warem clan, Kheelan Potter-Warem so the Warem-sahat clan is not lost to the Lubowen.”
With this the connection to his son was created, it also was a beautiful multicoloured thread, but different from Rhiannon’s. He too was content and still quite hungry. If Harry thought he was close to Naiya, more than he thought he could be to anyone, the teen was not prepared for the feelings he had for his twins. It was like they were a part of him, the most important part of him. They became his life. Harry bent down a bit and kissed his girl’s forehead and then he did the same for his boy’s.
“Merlin I love you both so much,” whispered to them amazed. He had never really told those words to anyone -not even Naiya- even if he did love her. Harry had known from the knowledge he acquired that the bond would intensify and create those feelings if they did not exist. But there was a vast difference between knowing and actually experiencing them as he was doing now. “Rhiannon needs to be burped, whatever that is; and Kheelan is still hungry.” He informed the women.
Petunia took Rhiannon and showed Harry what he should do, then Vina handed him a bottle with milk for little Kheelan. How to care for the children was not something that could be completely learned from a transfer, especially when the Daram had never had any children. So Petunia and Vina were going to have to teach him. He watched with something akin to wonder how his little one sucked powerfully from the bottle, green eyes slightly closed, feeling content and safe. He really could not take his eyes from him, as a tender smile grazed his face. When Kheelan finished, he was about to hand him to Naiya to burp but she instead helped him do it. Afterwards Petunia took the baby boy and rocked him to sleep. The couple left her with the children.