Chapter 11

As the bride, cloaked in the guise of Fleur of House Delacour, is led by Jon through the frost-kissed grove towards the sacred weirwood tree, a solemn hush descends upon the gathering. The ancient heart tree, its crimson leaves rustling softly in the wintry breeze, stands as a silent witness to the sacred union about to unfold.

The bride's heart beats with a mixture of excitement and anxiety as she approaches the godswood, her gaze locked on the figure of her groom waiting beneath the shadowed boughs of the weirwood. Jon's presence beside her is a comforting anchor in the sea of swirling emotions that churn within her.

As they draw closer to the weirwood, its gnarled branches casting long, spectral shadows, the bride feels a surge of purpose and resolve.

Harry, standing beneath the ancient tree, begins the solemn rites with a voice that carries the weight of tradition and reverence. His words echo through the hallowed grove, a solemn invocation to the gods of the First Men.

"Who comes before the Old Gods?" he intones, his voice imbued with the gravity of the moment.

Jon steps forward, his voice steady and imbued with respect as he announces the arrival of the bride.

"Fleur of House Delacour comes to be wed," Jon declares, his tone echoing through the stillness of the godswood. "A maiden of noble birth, she seeks the blessings of the gods. Who claims her?"

Harry advances, his voice resolute and filled with conviction.

"I, Hadrian of House Peverell, le survivant, claim her," Harry proclaims, his words ringing with certainty. "Who gives her?"

Jon, serving as the bride's guardian and witness, steps forward once more, his demeanor grave and respectful.

"Jon Snow, Bastard of House Stark, Friend and Well-wisher to the Bride and Groom," Jon affirms, acknowledging his role in the sacred ceremony.

Turning to Dany, Jon poses the final question that will seal their union.

"Fleur of House Delacour, will you take this man?" Jon asks, his voice both gentle and firm, awaiting her affirmation.

With a voice imbued with determination and resolve, Dany replies, "I take this man."

As they kneel together before the weirwood, a profound silence envelops the grove. They bow their heads in silent reverence, offering prayers to the ancient gods, seeking their blessings for the union.

When they rise, Harry carefully removes Dany's maiden's cloak, a symbol of her past, and drapes over her a cloak bearing the sigil of House Peverell—a rich red adorned with a golden phoenix. This gesture signifies his vow to honor and protect her, welcoming her into his life and his house, as the ancient heart tree stands witness to their union.

Amidst the jubilant cheers and heartfelt applause of their beloved friends and family, Harry sweeps Dany into his arms, her laughter a sweet melody that dances through the crisp northern air. With each step, he carries her towards the Great Hall, their hearts brimming with a joy that rivals the brilliance of the setting sun.

As they walk beneath the arching canopy of ancient trees, bathed in a golden, amber light that seems to bless their union, they are enveloped in the warmth and affection of those who have become their second family. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft murmur of well-wishers, creating a tapestry of love and celebration that surrounds them.

In this moment, as they move toward their future, Harry and Dany are not merely bound by the strength of their love but by the enduring spirit of their shared journey. Their union, forged in the fires of hardship and adversity, is a testament to their unwavering commitment to one another. With every step, they embrace the promise of a new beginning, knowing that their bond will carry them through whatever trials lie ahead, wrapped in the warmth of their shared dreams and the love of those gathered to celebrate their union.

Harry's gaze drifts towards the edge of the Great Hall, where he catches sight of Theon Greyjoy sulking in a shadowed corner. Theon's envious glances are unmistakable as they flicker between Harry and Dany, and his gaze—laden with a mix of jealousy and lecherous intent—reminds Harry all too well of another figure from his past.

Theon's brooding demeanor and the way he watches Dany with a barely concealed hunger bring to mind the enmity he once felt towards Ron Weasley. Harry vividly recalls the way Ron had, at times, cast envious eyes his way, a behavior that had stung more than he cared to admit. The similarity is almost uncanny: the same sense of wounded pride and simmering jealousy that had poisoned their friendship so long ago. 

The bitterness of discovering that Ron, along with the majority of the Weasley family, had been planted into his life by Dumbledore as spies had left deep scars. Only Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and their father Arthur had remained truly loyal, their bonds untainted by ulterior motives. That betrayal had been a wound Harry struggled to heal, and seeing Theon's envy now echoes those painful memories.

Yet, amidst these reflections, Harry chooses to ignore Theon's resentment. His focus remains steadfastly on the present, where joy and love surround him. The strength of his bond with Dany far surpasses any fleeting envy or misplaced desire. Their union, forged through trials and adversities, is a beacon that cannot be overshadowed by the petty grievances of those who dwell on the periphery.

—

As Harry and Dany take their places at the head of the table, surrounded by the Stark family and their household, the air is filled with warmth and anticipation. The time has come for the Starks to present their gifts, each one a thoughtful symbol of their well-wishes and blessings for the newlyweds.

Lord Eddard Stark, with his usual gravitas, presents a finely wrought dagger, its hilt engraved with the Stark sigil. The blade gleams with a cold brilliance, a testament to generations of Stark craftsmanship. "This dagger," Eddard says solemnly, "has been in my family for many years. It is a symbol of protection and strength. May it guard you as you forge your future together." Harry takes the dagger with deep respect, his eyes meeting Eddard's with sincere gratitude. "Thank you, Lord Stark. This is a gift we will cherish and honor," he says, his voice filled with reverence.

Lady Catelyn Stark offers a delicate silver necklace, its sapphire pendant catching the light with a soft, enchanting glow. "This necklace represents wisdom and loyalty," she explains warmly. "May it guide you in your marriage and remind you of the love and support you have here." Dany takes the necklace with a gentle smile, her eyes shining with appreciation. "It is beautiful, Lady Stark. Thank you for your kindness and these meaningful words."

Robb steps forward with a meticulously detailed map of the Seven Kingdoms, each landmark and route carefully marked. "I thought this might be useful," Robb says with a grin. "You never know when you might need to navigate these lands." Harry examines the map with interest, his smile widening. "This will be incredibly helpful, Robb. Thank you for the thoughtful gift."

Sansa presents a leather-bound book of poetry, its cover adorned with intricate designs. "Inside are verses of love, hope, and resilience," she explains, her voice full of warmth. "I hope it brings you comfort and joy." Dany accepts the book, her eyes soft with emotion. "Thank you, Sansa. I look forward to reading it and finding inspiration in its pages."

Arya offers a small wooden carving of a direwolf, its details finely rendered. "This is a symbol of loyalty and bravery," she says with a playful smile. "May it keep watch over you and protect you on your journey." Harry and Dany admire the carving, their smiles reflecting their gratitude. "It's perfect, Arya," Harry says. "Thank you for this meaningful gift."

Bran gives them a hand-carved wooden toy, its simple design evoking a sense of childhood innocence. "I thought you might enjoy this," Bran says with a shy smile. "It's a reminder to always find joy and laughter." Dany takes the toy with a gentle smile, her heart touched by the sentiment. "It's wonderful, Bran. Thank you for reminding us to hold onto joy."

Finally, little Rickon approaches with a handful of acorns, his eyes wide with excitement. "These are for you," he says earnestly. "They're from the woods." Harry and Dany receive the acorns with affection, their smiles reflecting their appreciation for the youngest Stark's gift. "Thank you, Rickon," Harry says warmly. "These will be a treasured reminder of the Stark family's generosity."

Each gift is received with heartfelt gratitude, a testament to the strong bond between the Starks and the newlyweds. As the evening progresses, Harry and Dany know that these tokens of love and support will be cherished, a promise of the enduring friendship and care that will accompany them as they embark on their life together.

—

Dany turned to Jon with a playful smile, her eyebrows raised in mock curiosity. "And where is your gift for the newlyweds, Jon?" she teased, her tone light. "Or are you planning to enchant us with your legendary charm and brooding?"

Jon's face reddened slightly, but he grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, carefully wrapped package. "I might not have a dragon's hoard to offer," he said with a smirk, "but I hope this will do."

As Harry and Dany unwrapped the gift, they found a beautifully bound book filled with detailed illustrations of dragons and their lore. Jon's grin widened as he explained, "I know how much dragons mean to both of you, so I thought you might appreciate this."

Harry's eyes lit up with genuine surprise. "This is fantastic, Jon. Thank you," he said, his tone sincere.

Dany nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Yes, thank you, Jon. We'll treasure it."

Harry chuckled as he examined the illustrations. "These dragons are impressive, but they're actually wyverns—only two legs instead of four. Almost, but not quite the same."

Jon raised an eyebrow, feigning indignation. "Wyverns, dragons—what's the difference? The Dragonlords of Valyria counted them as dragons, so who's to argue?"

Dany stifled a laugh, joining in the banter. "Oh, Jon, don't pretend you don't know. We all remember when Harry outflew a dragon during the first task of the Triwizard Tournament."

Jon's eyes widened in mock surprise. "So, you were there, Fleur? I guess that makes you an expert on dragons too."

Dany laughed, her voice light with amusement. "I was indeed there, and I remember it well. It was quite a sight to see."

Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Considering I've had a close encounter with an actual dragon, I might have a better grasp on what constitutes a true dragon."

Jon shook his head, still smiling. "Alright, alright. I see how it is. Your dragon experiences might outshine my humble book. Just remember, if you find a dragon egg among your treasures, don't forget who gave you your first hint."

Dany chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement. "And here I was hoping Jon would gift us a dragon ride. Looks like he's just teasing us."

The three erupted in laughter, their playful exchanges weaving warmth and camaraderie into the celebration. The shared joy and easy banter highlighted the bond between them, making the evening a memorable prelude to the adventures that lay ahead.

—

As the feast drew to a close, Harry and Dany rose from their seats, announcing their intent to retire for the night. Theon, ever eager to stir the pot, attempted to call for a Bedding Ceremony, but was swiftly silenced by the steely glares of Jon, Robb, and Harry. The weight of their authority was clear, and Theon, recognizing the danger of further provoking them, wisely chose to keep his remarks to himself. The couple departed for their chambers without further interruption.

As the revelry of the feast faded into the night, Harry and Dany withdrew to their chamber, the heavy oak door closing behind them with a muted thud. The room, bathed in the soft light of flickering candles, seemed to pulse with the weight of their shared anticipation.

Harry's eyes, dark and intense, locked onto Dany with an unspoken hunger. He reached out, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek, his touch both tender and electric. "Dany," he murmured, his voice low and filled with yearning, "let us remove the glamor. I wish to see you, not veiled by enchantments."

Dany met his gaze with a smile that was a blend of affection and vulnerability. She reached for the necklace that held the glamor in place, her fingers deft and deliberate as she unfastened it. As the enchantment fell away, her true self was revealed, and the sight of her, unadorned and radiant, left Harry momentarily breathless. 

With the mystic veil dispelled, they moved towards each other with a fervor that spoke of deep-seated longing. Their lips met in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, a silent pledge of their enduring love. The kiss deepened, becoming a fervent dance of passion, their breaths mingling in the dim light of the chamber.

Harry's hands roamed over Dany's form with a reverence that spoke of both love and awe. He explored her with a devotion that seemed to echo the very essence of his soul. Dany responded with equal ardor, her fingers trailing along Harry's body, her touch igniting a fire that seemed to consume them both.

The chamber around them seemed to dissolve, leaving only the two of them wrapped in their shared desire. Their bodies pressed together in a union that was both urgent and tender, a melding of flesh and soul that transcended mere physicality. Each kiss, each touch, was a testament to the strength of their bond, a declaration of their unwavering commitment.

As their passion surged, their movements became a symphony of longing and fulfillment, each gesture a testament to their profound connection. The night became a tapestry of whispered vows and shared surrender, a celebration of their union that went beyond the physical realm and touched the very heart of their beings.

In the stillness that followed, as they lay entangled in each other's arms, the silence was filled with the soft, contented sighs of two souls who had found their perfect match. Harry and Dany, wrapped in the warmth of their shared embrace, knew that they had forged a bond as enduring and unbreakable as the love they had sworn to each other.

—

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The gentle rustle of leaves outside and the distant chirping of birds mingle with the sweet scent of flowers carried on the breeze. As Dany awakens to the new day, memories of last night dance through her mind like flickering candle flames, filling her with a sense of warmth and contentment.

Dany recalls the last moments of bliss, as sleep captured her mind and she drifted off into dreamland. She remembers the warm feeling of Harry's cum running down her ass as it seeped from her wet pussy.

What a wonderful night!

After their love making, they kissed for a long time before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

The rays of sunshine warm more then just the air.

Dany looks at Harry laying in bed next to her and felt the familiar tingling between her legs. She studies his form and stares at the bulge she knows to be his flaccid manhood.

Slowly, she runs her hand under the sheet until she feels his soft warm shaft and moans a little when she plays with his balls. Gently, she pushes the sheet aside as she leans over, licking the head. She inhales his erotic scent, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

Pulling her hair back, Dany lifted his cock with her tongue and closed her warm wet mouth around the head. Using all the gentleness she could muster, she slowly sucked all of his flaccid cock into his mouth.

Holding it there, she enjoys the feeling of the thick soft flesh filling her mouth. When she moved her tongue around the head Harry moves a little and moans.

Softly sucking, she soon feels hom start to grow, expanding in her mouth, getting thicker and longer. As Harry grows, she has trouble keeping him between her lips. The slow, wet sucking and tonguing causes Harry to react as expected, his manhood expanding to it's full length. Dany releases her hair, allowing it to flow across his legs like a fan of silver tresses.

Dany rises a little, placing her arms on each side of his body, giving her better access to Harry's now engorged cock. Pushing her head down, taking as much of him as possible and then sliding back to the head. Harry's cock is glistening, covered with warm wet saliva.

She begins a easy slow rhythm of up and down fucking with her mouth. Each down thrust as far as her throat will allow, feeling his hardness hitting the back of her tongue and throat. It doesn't take long before she can taste the precum leaking from his little mouth. She sucks and swallows, knowing he's getting close.

Her pace increases as his hips begin pushing up to meet the wetness encircling him. He moans as his hands reach for jer head. His hands stroke her hair as she continues to suck and fuck his throbbing cock. Harry pushes his hips upwards, while his hands stroked her head.

She can feel the pulsating beat of his heart deep inside her mouth as his cock expands even more. His moans become louder and longer as his swollen cock moves, pulsating deep in her throat.

Dany knows Harry's about to cum when he lets go of her hair and puts his hands on the bed pushing his hips up and holding that position. She moves her lips to the head of his cock, lashing it with her warm tongue as she knows the load will fill her mouth.

His precum flows like a summer stream. She sucks harder and harder, tonguing his slit, feeling him jerk and throb from the onslaught. He pushes his hands down and hold himself suspended while letting out a loud groan of delight and animal passion. "Aaarrrrrrggggg,.....Ohhh mon ange, I'm cumming.....I'm cumming!!"

With that, Harry's cock pulsated one last time as his steamy hot cum blasted from the small hole, hitting the back of Dany's Throat. She swallows and gulps, trying to accommodate his hot steamy cum. Each beat of his heart sends more cum squirting and gushing from his bloated balls. Dany just keeps swallowing blast after blast of his love juice.

Harry stays suspended while the pulsation and quivering continue. His body is hard as steel while your skin is covered with goosebumps. Soon Harry relaxed, lowering his body to the bed. His now empty cock begins wilting, the softening euphoric stutter of passion released.

Dany captures Harry's shriveling cock in her mouth, wanting to hold it as long as possible.

Dany softly sucks and milks Harry's cock with her warm mouth, as his body relaxes. Finally, she feels his heartbeat deep in his cock return to normal, letting you drop from her mouth.

Drained and sated, Harry looks down at Dany.

Dany looks up smiling and say "Bonjour mon coeur. How was your night?"

Harry's eyes light up with affection, "Great, mon ange… but not as wonderful as my morning." He replies, his voice filled with warmth and adoration.

Feeling the pull of his embrace, Dany climbs into his arms, holding him close with, feeling content.

—

After a refreshing bath, Harry and Dany dressed for the day, the lingering warmth of the water a tender reminder of their love. Dany adjusted her glamor, ensuring her appearance remained unchanged, as they made their way to the dining hall. Anticipation filled the air, crackling like the embers of a dying fire.

In the bustling hall, Sansa and Jeyne Poole pulled Dany aside, their voices a symphony of excitement and curiosity about the previous night's events. Harry shared a knowing smile with Jon, the bond between brothers-in-arms unspoken but deeply felt.

Lord Stark and Vayon Poole were deep in conversation, their voices low and grave as they discussed the recent events in Winterfell. Lady Stark and Maester Luwin finalized preparations for the royal visit, their dialogue urgent and meticulous. The castle buzzed with activity, servants moving with purpose, their efficiency a testament to Winterfell's resilience.

Jon, Robb, and Theon joined Harry at the table, the camaraderie palpable. Robb, his eyes gleaming with mischief, leaned forward. "So, Harry, how's married life treating you? Any new adventures?"

Harry grinned, a touch of satisfaction in his voice. "Married life is grand. Dany makes every day an adventure."

Jon chuckled, adding, "With you, I'm sure it's more than just adventures. Remember the time you swapped all our swords with wooden ones?"

Robb laughed, shaking his head. "Or when you put that stinkweed in Theon's boots?"

Theon scowled but couldn't help smirking. "I still smell that muck every time I take off my boots. And let's not forget the time you convinced me the wine was enchanted."

Harry chuckled, clearly savoring the memory of his pranks. "Oh, those were good times. And you all fell for it so easily!"

Jon grinned, "Well, it's good to see you haven't lost your touch. Maybe marriage hasn't tamed you after all."

Robb's smile turned sly. "And I bet you and Dany have been plotting new mischief together."

Theon nodded, still smirking. "Let's see if your marriage has made you soft. How about a spar? I'm eager to see if you can still hold your own."

Harry stood up, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "Alright, who's ready for a spar? I'm itching to test my skills against all of you."

Robb's competitive spirit shone through. "You're on. Just don't expect any mercy."

Jon's grin widened. "After all, you've been dishing out pranks for months. Let's see if you can back up all that talk."

Theon joined in with a nod, "Yeah, let's see if you've still got it."

The three friends exchanged glances, remembering all too well how Harry had bested them time and again in their previous spars. His prowess with a sword had earned him the nickname "the second coming of Arthur Dayne" among the people of Winterfell.

Arya's enthusiastic voice rang out, "I want to join too!"

Bran followed, but Lady Stark's firm response was quick. "No, Arya. It's not fitting for women to fight."

Despite their protests, Lady Stark's ruling stood. Arya and Bran accepted her decision reluctantly, though their disappointment was evident.

Dany, catching Harry's eye, offered a playful challenge. "It's been a while since I've sparred. I might be a bit rusty, but I'm up for it."

Sansa looked at Dany, surprised. "You fight?"

Dany smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, I do. Harry trained me. I've always enjoyed the thrill of a good fight."

Sansa's surprise turned to intrigue. "Harry taught you? That's impressive. But isn't it… unladylike?"

Harry interjected calmly, "Sansa, you once told me about honor in knighthood, but what about Ser Gregor Clegane? Is he truly honorable?"

Sansa's face shifted as she recalled the brutal reputation of Ser Gregor Clegane. She nodded slowly, understanding dawning.

"Not all knights are honorable," Harry continued, his gaze steady. "And not all bastards are dishonorable. All women are different, and it's wrong to limit their choices based on what's considered 'unladylike'."

The room fell into thoughtful silence as Harry's words resonated. Sansa pondered his perspective, and Lady Stark's guarded demeanor revealed a flicker of recognition.

As the group returned to their meal, a renewed sense of camaraderie filled the air. Harry's words and the shared memories of pranks blended traditional expectations with personal insight, deepening their understanding of one another.

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