A Potter Carol

Epilogue

Harry slowly opened his eyes and smiled; he could feel Sirius's arms wrapped around his naked form, with one of his hands pressed upon his swollen belly, the other wrapped around his cock, and his own cock teasing the cleft in his arse. Harry let out a satisfied moan and inched backwards, prompting Sirius to come to and press his lips to Harry's neck, biting down gently as he went, only to smooth the aches with his tongue. It had been a wonderfully happy three years since he had been married to this beautiful and generous man, and Harry wouldn't trade that time for anything.

Harry remembered their wedding on New Year's Eve, precisely one week after Sirius had asked Harry to bond with him. They had moved into Hollow Hall, after Sirius had put Grimmauld Place up for sale almost as soon as he'd inherited it, due to not wanting to live there because of bad memories. Hollow Hall was somewhere Harry felt happiest, and although his mother and father had passed away, it did not hold any terrible memories for him. Sirius, meanwhile, adored the place, and the only section of the house that he deemed needed remodeling was the kitchen, which they changed to be an exact replica of the one at the chocolatier, and Harry couldn't have been happier with the wedding gift.

For Sirius's wedding gift, it had been the gift of, and the promise of, a family, which Sirius had wholeheartedly accepted. Harry had also planned an amazing honeymoon in France, Italy, and Germany, with help from Mum Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, and Fleur, and Sirius was overjoyed to see his old masters again. The newlyweds went to the Wizarding French Quarter, Nymph Lane; the Italian Wizarding District, Fairy Corridor; and the German Wizarding Neighborhood, Bowtruckle Byway.

In France, Harry and Sirius meandered through the Louvre Museum, looking at all the paintings, and even managed to gain access to the Wizarding Section, where such painters like Luxo Karuzos, the Quidditch player Roderick Plumpton, and Oliver Cartwright. In Italy, they went to Ristorante la Campana, which had been opened nearly three hundred and fifty years previously by a wizarding family, and the food was absolutely incredible. In Germany, they went to Viktualienmarkt, where they bought the freshest ingredients imaginable, and sampled local meats, cheeses, fruits, and pastries.

But Harry's favorite part of the trip had been when they visited Eremo Della Giubiliana, a hotel in Sicily which dated back to the twelfth century. The pair of them stayed in the sixteenth-century Guard Suite, which still looked very much like it did upon its construction date. The sitting room was eighteenth-century with period furniture, and the entirety of the suite was all on one level. Because of Sirius's former master's schedule, they'd had to go to Italy first, and Harry had been permitted to do the research and select the hotel, the hotel where he would be giving himself to his husband for the first time.

When the night finally arrived, Harry lay out on the bed while Sirius readied himself in the bathroom beyond. Harry wouldn't dare to tell anyone that he wasn't nervous; of course he was nervous. He hadn't done anything with anyone in his entire life, because he had wanted to wait until he found love before he went that far. However, when he had first met Sirius, he didn't realize that he would ultimately be marrying him. Naturally, the attraction within that foundation had built from there, and he couldn't imagine his life without his beloved husband now. Satisfied that Sirius would make the entirety good for him, he leaned back against the fine pillows and silken coverlet to wait.

When Sirius exited the bathroom, he gazed at Harry lovingly, before he crossed the room and sat down upon the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he gently stroked Harry's bare leg, and informed him quietly, "We do nothing you're not comfortable with."

Harry nodded, reaching outwards and taking Sirius by the hand. "I trust you."

Sirius climbed slowly on top of Harry then, not wishing to frighten him, and pressed his lips gently to his. "No regrets?" he asked.