The Alpha Dynasty (Sequel to MARKED FOR DESTINY) (Book 2 of 2)

59. The Wizarding World

The days were getting colder, the nights shorter, and Harry had meetings to attend, and an Omega to please.  Always at the top of his game, he didn't want his husband to want for anything, and they prepared a second bedroom for him for the birthing.  Gloria had been informed and asked what else was needed, and she gave them a list that would make her job and Draco's labor go smoothly.

There was no hesitation on Harry's part, and he saw to it that everything was put in place immediately.  He was taking no chances, and wanted his Omega to feel as comfortable as he could, even though getting closer to the time, Draco was threatening to cut off his cock for putting him in this condition in the first place, which Harry would always answer with a mind blowing fuck or blowjob, making Draco retract his words.  Because how could he live without Alpha cock, I mean really!

He had introduced Draco and Sirius to each other, and surprisingly there were no harsh words, only those of comfort and thanks coming from Sirius, telling him how happy he was that Harry was finally getting a family of his own, and it was all because of Draco.  This of course turned Draco into a mumbling, indecipherable mess, but vowed that he would never stop loving Harry.

Trials were attended, verdicts were read out, old derelict buildings were given the go ahead to either be rebuilt, removed or renovated, and their world started looking glamorous.  It had finally started coming together.  All magical creatures were treated, for the first time in centuries, as equals.  Even trolls, who had no sense other than to hurt and destroy, were given their own home in the hills.  The wizarding world was thriving.

Dumbledore had still not made a decision about what he wanted from the message inside his dream, and had told Harry that maybe he was going to receive another.  He certainly hoped so.  Harry assured him that he would meet up with the Nature Wizard, he hadn't forgotten that he wanted to do this, making the old man smile with adoration.

The five prisoners in Azkaban were still doing their day to day chores, but with less violence.  Fudge had asked for forgiveness from Harry and had received it.  In fact they all had, and perhaps now thought that it was time for him to forgive.  He had many dreams about the night he lost his wife and child, but still couldn't let go.  Maybe tomorrow would be a better day, and when it was, he could move on.

Noticing that their world was indeed becoming more bright and beautiful had Dolores Umbridge question why her loyalties had ever been with those of an evil nature.  Power.  That is all she had ever wanted to hold over people's heads, and for a while she had succeeded.  When she had forced her way into Hogwarts and the Headmistress position, it was the power that made her force the children to drink Veritaserum, and slap Harry Potter around.  But it seemed, that there was more to the world than that.

Gregory Goyle used to be a proud man, but he had fallen from grace in the worst way possible.  Hurting his one time friend, just to gain the acceptance of Fudge.  When Harry had come to visit them earlier, he had granted them forgiveness, but when Goyle had asked about Draco, Harry growled and said he wasn't in a position to ask.  It had nothing to do with him how Draco was doing, and to never speak his name again.  Goyle had cried and had begged that he needed to see him one last time, and Harry had refused.  Pride it seemed, was not a good trait to have, and he would learn this the hard way.

Pius Thicknesse was dying.  Well, at least he thought he was.  From lack of nutrition, human contact, sunlight on his face, he couldn't really tell, he just felt like death.  He had been forgiven for his transgressions, and he was thankful.  Now he could go to his grave knowing that even though he had fucked up royally, he could die like a man, because the Alpha had taken his burden away.  

Peter Pettigrew was still a rat.  And he would die like one.  He hadn't been born one, and he knew somewhere in his messed up brain, that he used to have friends.  Friends that cared about him, but he was a coward.  A frightened little coward that had sold his friends out the first pathetic opportunity he could, and it wasn't something that he could go back and change.  Even with a time turner.  He could smell himself and he stank.  And if that didn't kill him, it was sure to be another shock from his cage.  He had been hit so many times that he could literally feel the life drain out of him every time.

The Hallz of Redemption saw new prisoners enter their doors, while some of them left, having served their full sentences, only to sign a contract stating that if they were to upset the balance of the new world, there would be no second chance.  It was a life sentence in Azkaban for them, and, happy at their new freedom, promised that they wouldn't go back to their old ways.  Some of them did, but most of them didn't.  Balance at last, was being restored to the Wizarding World, and it was glorious.

Harry had one more thing that he needed to do before he was taking a break to be with his husband in the days leading up to the birth of their twins, and that was calling his guards to come and see him, for they were going to accompany him when he went to this very special meeting.

Forming his lips and giving that loud whistle, they came as one, landing on the green hills just outside of Wiltshire.  He had come alone, it wouldn't bode well if Draco was travelling now in his last trimester, and Harry wanted to keep him warm and safe.

Septys, Azura, Quadrus, Talako, Shadow and Tritos.  They knew why they had been called, and were looking forward to assist the Alpha in what they thought was going to be one hell of a meeting.  He greeted them all, and climbed on the back of Quadrus, and when he rose to the skies, he closed his eyes, and enjoyed the ride from this magical creature, the dragon.