Chapter Four

Harry stared at Dumbledore incredulously before rubbing his eyes tiredly.

'You really don't get it do you?' He sighed moving his eyes from Dumbledore to the rest of the Order who were all looking a him confused.

'What don't we get?' Ron frowned.

'We've seen the Dothraki tents Harry, we've seen how they live, what they eat. They need money,' McGonagall smiled.

'We,' Harry said sharply.

'I'm sorry?' McGonagall started.

'It's we, you have seen how we live, you have seen how we live. And we do not need the money,' Harry's back straightened and Drogo stepped behind him linking their fingers together. He didn't need to look to know his husband was glaring fiercely.

'Harry,' Hermione started to say but stopped when he looked at her.

'I am the Khaleesi of the Khalasar, they are my people as I am theirs. You sold me to what you thought would be repression with the Dothraki and instead you gave me my freedom in a way I had never hoped for. You gave me love, love of my people and for my people, and you gave me the love of a husband. Ironic isn't it,' Harry smiled at them.

'Harry...we understand that you are angry. We...have made some bad calls in concerns to you, your...marriage was not what...but that's not the point,' Dumbledore coughed, looking much more flustered than he would probably have liked. Not to mention that the look was a hundred more times amusing with beardless face that was still tinged a furious red, not the mention he had had to cut his hair quite short as it seemed that had caught fire as well before they had been able to put him out.

'No the point is you are now trying to hold the wealth of my family, my birth right over my head. You are trying to use money that is legally mines as blackmail to try and get me to fall back into your party line. Well, you can have it if you want,' Harry smiled as they all gasped at him.

'Harry you can't mean that. You claim the Dothraki mean so much to you, they clearly need the money, all we are asking is that you...'

'Yes all you are asking Hermione, is that I leave my husband, my friends, my family, my people or an unknown amount of time to come back to being ruled under your thumbs,' Harry glared tightening his hand on Drogo's arm as he felt the anger building in him.

'It won't e for that long Harry, and just think what your people will do with the money,' Dumbledore smiled.

'The Dothraki do not need money, we don't need monetary goods or riches. You really don't understand. Money means nothing to the Dothraki people. We travel with so little because that is all we need. The Khalasar have everything we need to be happy, we have each other. We live as we do through choice, not because we are forced to. Our riches are in the magic we are blessed with, our family and friends, our loyalty to each other. I have no need for money, my children will have no need for money, and as for power, the only power I need is blessed to me from mother magic and the earth. I have no need for the Lordships for I am no Lord, I am a Khaleesi,' Harry smiled.

'Harry, you're being foolish!' Remus snapped standing. 'You are giving up your family history, your father's history!'

'What use do I have for it? It won't bring them back, money isn't going to let me know them any better,' Harry glared at Remus tensing himself, enough that Drogo started rubbing his thumb over Harry's stomach under his shirt.

'Harry surely you can see sense, all w are asking is that you come back to school for a little while!' Molly smiled.

' The subject is closed. I will not be returning to Hogwarts, I will be staying with the husband you sold me to,' Now that he and Drogo's relationship had settled and he was in love with his husband and vice versa, and incredibly happy as such, that he was taking a lot of joy out of their expressions every time he brought up the origins of his magic.

'Harry wait!' Dumbledore called as Harry, Drogo and their guard turned to walk away.

'Yes?' Harry sighed.

'How do I grow my hair and beard back, no potions or spells are working!' Dumbledore said slightly pleadingly, causing an uneasy shuffle through the Order.

'My husband says that you have no right to have the chance to bear a braid as any honour and skill you have in battle has been lost with you hiding behind others. The spell will eventually wear off,' Harry translated, he and the others leaving as an angry murmuring followed them out.


*Khaleesi, the Old Crow's Dark Man is requesting to speak with you,* Malakho called from outside their tents entrance.

*Did he say his name is Severus?* Harry asked after a moment's thought as to who Malakho could mean.

*I think that's what he said his name was,* Malakho called.

*Show him into the meeting tent, I will speak with him soon,* Harry instructed. Drogo shifted and looked at him curiously over his shoulder when Harry started brushing his hair again. *You think it is a bad idea?* He asked softly.

*You have told me about this man, and of his connection to the Old Crow, what can he have to say?* Drogo asked softly.

*I don't know, but for him to request to speak to me means he has something important to say. I am not the boy who left here,* Harry leant forwards to kiss Drogo's shoulder before sitting back again to carry on combing his long dark hair.

*You are definitely not the person I first met,* Drogo chuckled.

*Quiet you,* Harry grumbled good naturedly tugging the hair in his hands gently.

*I dislike lingering here, I want to take you home, to get you away from these vultures,* Drogo sighed leaning back into Harry's legs.

*I want to go home too. But we are here, and we need to see it through. Then we can live our lives in peace,* Harry said softly as he put the brush to the side and with now practiced fingers started braiding.

*Harry?* Drogo's fingers brushed his bare ankles where he had not gotten out of the habit of walking around their tent barefoot despite the cooler weather here.

*Yes?* Harry frowned at the lowered head curiously.

*Do you, would you wish to stay here? If you had the choice?* Drogo asked.

*Is that what you would want?* Harry asked, fear gripping his chest.

*Never! You are my life! And I love you. And it is because I love you that should this make you happier, if you wanted to stay...* Drogo frowned and lowered his eyes from where he had locked Harry's.

*If I wanted to stay, would you stay with me?* Harry asked softly.

*...yes, I would struggle with leaving the Khalasar, but I could not leave you,* Drogo said softly. He blinked when Harry wrapped his arms over his shoulders and pressed himself tightly against his back. Pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder before moving to lay kiss up his neck.

'Thank you,' Harry said softly

*Harry?* Drogo turned so that he could see Harry's face, confusion clear on it.

*My home is with you, with the Khalasar, I don't want to be anywhere but with you,* Harry slipped around Drogo's body to slide onto his lap. Drogo wrapped his arm around Harry's waist almost automatically as he looked at Harry still confused. *You are my husband, and they my people, you are all my home and I want to be nowhere else. This place may have once been home to me, but I knew no love here, no happiness. I have never been happier than I have been in our marriage,* Harry assured him.

*I would give you anything that you wanted,* Drogo swore running his fingers through Harry's hair.

*A dangerous promise to make my husband,* Harry smiled wickedly wrapping his legs around Drogo's waist and running his fingers teasingly over the Khal's strong jaw.

*And yet a promise I would make willingly and repeatedly. You want the stars, I will make jewels of them for you to wear,* Drogo said softly lifting Harry and laying him on the furs of their bed, hovering over him powerfully.

*You want the oceans, I will tame them for your delight,* Drogo stripped himself carelessly of his clothing before moving to remove Harry's equally as eager.

*If you want the sky I will bring it down for you touch,* Harry gasped as Drogo's words were spoken against the softness of his inner thighs while Drogo prepared him.

*And if you want me to burn the world for you...* Drogo gasped as he slid inside of his husband, holding him closely and kissing him furiously as they both adjusted to the feel of the other. *I will light every torch and raise this world around us,*

*I don't want stars, or seas, or fire. I want you to love me,* Harry panted as he clung onto Drogo's powerful shoulders and moved in rhythm with him.

*I already love you more than life itself,* Drogo groaned out.

*I want you to give me a family, children,* Harry grinned when Drogo groaned louder and his thrusts became pounding. *And I want you never to leave me,*

*Never,* Drogo growled out, his voice so strong that Harry truly believe him.


'Professor, I did not mean to keep you waiting,' Harry stepped into the tent to find the man standing uncomfortably but he was looking around with curiosity he could not hide.

'Do the Dothraki not apologise for keeping someone waiting for over an hour and a half?' Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

'Not the Khaleesi no, especially not when the meeting is not one that I have organised,' Harry smiled amused as Jorah and Rakharo bristled annoyed at the strangers words.

'You have changed,' Snape commented.

'I'm happy,' Harry shrugged casually.

'You have a people who worship at your feet,'

'I have love,' Harry's tone was calm but his eyes held a bite to them as they caught the black ones of his ex Professor.

'I never agreed with the decision he made!' Snape said sharply and suddenly.

'Its difficult you know. The worst thing he has ever done to me, which is quite impressive considering, turned out to be the best thing he has ever done for me. Being angry at him is pointless now, being angry at the rest of them is pointless. I am happy, in love, I have a life, a family, friends. But my heart doesn't have a place for them anymore,' Harry walked around the edge of the fire pit as he spoke, keeping his eyes on the other man who walked in mirror to him.

'I am glad that it worked differently to how he planned,' Snape admitted.

'Why are you here Snape? Dumbledore wouldn't send you as a diplomat, he is not foolish enough to think sending you will help him in anyway,' Harry stopped and faced Snape sharply.

'What happened you and Dumbledore concerning your...wedding, I...it made me realise a lot of things,' Severus admitted.

'You realise that it is too late for some sort f reconciliation or new start. There is too much history there for both of us,' Harry said gently.

'I knew but a part of me thought...' Harry made his way over to where the man was staring down at his feet, reaching out to gently touch his arm.

'If I had not been married to Drogo, if I had not had this chance away from here maybe we could have formed a relationship. But it did happen, and I am different to the man I would have been if I had stayed here,' Harry squeezed Snape's shoulder and smiled when the man looked up to meet his eyes. 'I am going back to my home when this is done, and the Khalasar is not somewhere that you would enjoy being,' Harry smiled.

'I could try,' Snape said a little defensively.

'Do you think you could eat horse meat for breakfast, lunch and supper and ride for nearly ten hours a day?' Harry grinned. 'Not to mention bow and call me Khaleesi?'

'The horse meat and riding I could perhaps manage, but bowing to you...Merlin!' Snape smiled a little.

'I can help you get out though. We went through this city that you would have loved the potions experiments were exceptional, and the ingredients there I'm pretty sure you dream over,' Harry laughed.

'That sounds like a little piece of heaven,' Snape smiled.

'I'm sorry things couldn't have been different for us,' Harry said softly.

'Don't be, you do not know how happy it makes me to know that you are happy and have a future to look forward to. I did not want your life to become mine's as Dumbledore's pawn,' Severus said sadly.

'You still have time to build a life,' Harry squeezed his arm tighter.

'We have to win this damned war first,'

'Oh I have no intention of losing, and neither does my husband,' Harry smirked nodding to where Drogo was sitting near the entrance with Rakharo and Jorah.


Harry ducked and rolled slashing out with his sword in one hand, his dagger in the other. He fired a spell from his dagger before smoothly twisting around as Jorah did the same against his back, the two moving in sync with each other, they twisted again and Rakharo snapped his whip between the two of them, the spell on it ensuring the four Death Eaters it hit dropped straight away.

He could feel worry for Drogo at the back of his mind but he kept it there as Malakho and Jorah had instructed him to, he trusted that his husband was still alive and fighting where ever he was on the battle field since they had been split up.

They had been fighting for hours and Harry could feel tiredness settling into his bones, but he pushed on, not letting it get to him as he used all the things he had been taught in battle. He, Jorah and Rakharo worked smoothly together almost as though they were dancing, Aggo, Qotho, Mago and Pono were flanking them fighting tooth and nail, and with the viciousness of the Dothraki.


Harry's eyes widened as he watched Drogo hitting the ground, Voldemort not even looking at the man he had just cursed hit the floor. Instead those red eyes were locked on Harry and the grief his spell had caused as Harry watched his husband falling.

*NO!* Harry screamed, a pure blast of magic emanating from him that sent everyone in a ten foot radius of him flying off of their feet, everyone but him and Voldemort. he was aware of Jorah fighting to untangle himself from Rakharo and another tangle of limbs, calling out to him as he walked passed. He was aware of Voldemort's ire as he was ignored, Harry's focus on one thing and one thing only.

He knelt down beside his husband, brushing his fingers gently though his hair and then down his cheek, tears falling onto the tanned skin of Drogo's face. He choked back his sob and lowered his forehead to Drogo's clutching onto him tightly.

'I would have thought you had learnt by now Potter, love is weakness,' Voldemort gloated as he let out a cackle.

'That's where you're wrong,' Harry gritted his teeth and stood, tears cleaning tracks through the dirt and blood coating his cheeks.

'Do you think that this is strength?' Voldemort laughed tilting his head and looking at Harry.

'Yes,' Harry said firmly, absolutely.

'Then you're are delusional with grief,' Voldemort snorted.

'No I am dangerous with my grief. You have taken the last person I love from me,' Voldemort seemed put out that Harry was not reacting to his jibes, was not screaming and shouting at him. Instead he stood by Drogo, sword and dagger in hand.

'You believe you are dangerous to me?' Voldemort laughed furiously.

'I am,' Harry nodded before moving and firing his first kiss. He dodged easily out of the way Voldemort's first curse, catching his second with the edge of his blade listening to the blade sing as it absorbed the magic.

He had Voldemort on the move with his next three curses, the fourth had him actually having to dive out of the way, his red eyes wide and worried all of a sudden as he had to roll himself to his feet.

Harry had to let the second of Voldemort's curses hit him as he dodged the third by rolling to the right, as he rolled his cast the counter curse on himself before it could do any damage. Their next spells hit mid air and Harry slashed out with his dagger to cut through Voldemort's next one.

'You have definitely changed since last we met Potter!' Voldemort gritted out.

'You want to know the biggest change?' Harry smiled, visibly startling Voldemort.

'Go on tell me this change that makes you so sure of yourself!' Voldemort sneered, a strange look for someone without a nose.

'I'm not alone anymore,' Voldemort snarled as Rakharo's whip came out of nowhere and wrapped around his wand arm. Jorah's spell hit surely and summoned the wand to himself even as his sword chopped Nagini's head off as she tried to attack to stop the interference.

'What...' Voldemort looked between the three of them confused.

'This is love Voldemort, this is my strength, the people that I love. This is makes me so sure, because I know that I will give my life for them, and they for me,' Harry smiled sadly at the man raising his sword high.

'Do you think simply stabbing me will kill me?! I am death!' Voldemort spat laughing hysterically.

'No, but we planned for that,' Harry said softly. Voldemort snarled as Jorah's spell captured his free hand, tying rope around it and tugging it out towards him.

'You think you can beat me Potter? I will kill all those you love! I will destroy your world and make you watch before killing you slowly and painfully!'

*No you won't,* Voldemort gasped and looked down at the sword protruding through his back to his chest, staring down at the blade covered in his own blood. He choked when Harry's sword plunged down through his chest.

*Mother magic seal his soul, hold it to his body. By all things natural with magic, by the earth, water, flames and air hear our prayer,* The four of them repeated the spell in harmony over and over until Harry pulled his sword out and swung it, cleanly decapitating Voldemort.


The silence was almost deafening as everyone took in what had just happened, swiftly followed by the popping noises of the Death Eaters frantically apparating out of the area, some of the aurors and more professional Order members following them.

Harry however reached forwards and grabbed hold of the long braid and tugged its owner forwards sealing their mouths together in a furious kiss. Drogo in return wrapped his own arm around Harry's waist and tugged him against his body kissing back with as much hunger, need and fear.

*If you ever do that to me again I swear I will castrate you!* Harry snarled pulling back and punching Drogo in the face. The stunned expression on his husband's face before he winced as he took in Harry's threat was comical, though Harry ensured the glower stayed on his face.

*I did not mean to do it!* Drogo huffed.

*I thought you were dead!* Harry snarled.

*So did I,* Drogo admitted touching the still slightly deep wound on his chest with a small wince.

*When I felt your pulse...* Harry grabbed Drogo and tugged him down into another kiss, fighting the urge to climb his husband like a tree and reassure himself that he was still there.

*Khal, Khaleesi, perhaps we should go back to the camp, before the wolves descend,* Jorah interrupted nodding to where the Order led by Dumbledore were indeed descending on them.

*EVERYONE BACK TO CAMP! WE REST AND THEN WE LEAVE TOMORROW NIGHT, WE WILL CELELBRATE OUR VICTORY ON OUR OWN SOILS!* Drogo shouted over the field to their people before hugging Harry close and apparating them out.


Harry gasped as Drogo thrust slowly back inside of him so that he could feel every bump and vein of his large cock, his hands were scrambling for grip on the sweaty slick skin underneath them, his legs were tightly wrapped around Drogo's waist holding onto it tightly, terrified to let go.

They were both filthy from battle still, covered in soil, blood, sweat and other things that Harry really did not want to think about. But he didn't care, he moved with Drogo eagerly, his lips seeking out his husband's for another kiss, every panting breath against his lips, every thrust of his hips, every flex of his muscles, the heart thundering underneath his hand reminding him that he was still here with him that he was still alive and here, that their dreams were still laid beneath their feet.

Their love making had started out fierce and almost violent, they had shredded each other's clothes impatiently, their nails raising furious red lines and even blood in places. Their lips had ripped at each other, teeth clashing and biting. But as soon as they lay onto their furs everything changed. Grips became caresses, they moved slower, and when Drogo had entered Harry it had been in a gentle, smooth motion that had left them both gasping and panting into each other's arms.

And now as they had been moving together for what felt like hours Harry felt the tears coming, the fear for what he had nearly lost, for losing the man he loved, spilled out and he clung to Drogo tighter. Drogo in turned murmured soothingly into his ears, reminding Harry of the first days of their marriage when they would lie naked together, his new husband trying to sooth him, speaking to him in a language he had not understood. Drogo kissed away his tears before pressing their lips together, no more than a press of lips as they panted against each other while they moved together.

And after they had spilled together, Harry crying out and arching into Drogo as his husband's large arms held him tightly against his chest and he thrust as deeply into as he could, after they had both finished calling out their pleasure into the other's skin they collapsed together. Both weary and drained from the events of the day. They had sleepily rearranged themselves, Harry shuffling so that he was lying in his favourite position, half on Drogo, half on their bed, their legs tangled together. Drogo made a half hearted attempt at covering them with their furs, mostly managing it.

*I love you,* Harry whispered against his chest, laying his ear over his heart so that he could listen to the soothing beat, avoiding the wound Voldemort's spell had caused.

*And I love you...always,' Drogo swore holding him firmly.