Sanity is over rated

Disclaimer: not mine…

AN: I have a thing for insane Harry… he always seems to end up insane with me. Also this is slash… if you don’t like boys with boys one your crazy and two don’t read this so don’t go flaming about it please.

Quite descended with the coming of night. The calm before the storm the saying went. All was shattered with a piercing scream and the building alarms going off. All hell broke loose.

A pretty red head had been the source of the scream that ushered in the chaos. Her fiancé torn between her health and the defense of the building. Self loathing filled him as her left the room, he could not heal, only destroy.

Else where in the building a crippled man was fighting off a madness that was broad-casting into his thoughts as he attempted to pinpoint the invaders, his warriors standing ready for orders. Moments later they were sweeping out the door toward an outside battle.

One man, a leader, sniffed the air. “I smell blood, lots of blood.”

A glace between the warriors and they moved to shield the crippled man.

Explosions could be heard as the invaders fought the buildings defense. Finally they were ready and they swept forward ready for anything… except perhaps what they found.

Standing in the clearing a man in a tattered black cloak swayed with effort to keep up a shield that was protecting him and his companions.

On the ground in the middle of the shield lay two naked boys curled around each other, appearing to be blissfully asleep. With a thought the crippled man had all the defence systems shut down.

The man in black dropped to his knees in exhaustion. Long moments seemed to stretch into eternity before the mans eyes flew up in terror to take in the group in front of him. Within moments a cold mask had dropped over his features and he was on his feet standing between unknown threat and his boys. Only a slight tremble of his hands showed the exhaustion that he felt.

“Have peace.” The crippled announced. His fighters falling back. “My name is Professor Charles Xavier and I mean you,, nor the boys, and harm. You just frightened us into action.”

The mans eyes narrowed but with a glance at the boys behind him and a sigh he seemed to accept the situation. “I am Professor Severus Snape, or at least I was.” The last part barely more than a whisper.

“Professor they still reek of blood. As if they had bathed in it. We can not…”

The man never finished as all attention was drawn to the boys. Both were in the midst of a cat stretch, movements identical down to the sleepy blinking eyes.

Confusion coursed though Xaviers group as Severus Snape backed away from the boys he had previously defended so heroically in fear. Reaching the group he muttered words of caution sending the warriors back into defense mode.

“Caution you fools not threatening. Do you want to die right now” Snapped the man in black. The group gave him a disbelieving look, “your funeral then.”

All eyes again turned to the two boys. Now standing hand in hand in front of them. They could have been night and day to each other. One, pale skinned, white blond hair tied back in a loose pony tail. The other bronze skinned messy black hair a nest around his head. Oddly both had foggy grey eyes, no pupils or whites, just grey.

A giggle escaped both, heads tilted as if listening to unknown voices, observing the group. Speaking in perfect unison they started to talk in sing-song voices.

“Dragon asked her to take us away, let us die and move to peace. Silly lady told us peace but not death. Emerald hurts so much. Dragon tried to protect him but Dumblywombly and betrayers tried to stop him. Tehe, but they paid…they paid… they paid. No more Snake or Dumblywombly. No more pain for Emerald. Emerald Dragon made it okay now tehe.”

Professor Snape slowly stepped forward as if dealing with a animal. “Draco, Harry.” No response. “Emerald Dragon.”

Grey eyes snapped to him, clouding to soild black pools as they glided towards him. Snape held still as their fingers drifted over his body, explored his face and trailed through his hair. Eyes faded to grey and continued bleaching to white as joy lite their faces.

“Protector lives, the Truth Sayer is with us.” Joyous eyes darkened to the deepest black again as they turned to regard the rest of the group. “They hurt our Protector, we hurt them.” They growled out. The group gasped with pain as there nerves all seemed to become fire.

Xavier desperately sought with his mind the two boys only to be ‘slapped’ away and his pain doubled. Now he sought the mind of their ‘Protector’. Luckily this time he succeeded and after a cry from the dark man they were all released from the boys. Black eyes still glittered madly at them.

Both boys drifted toward Xavier, exploring him as they had their professor. Fury filled faces turned to sadness and the boys began to whisper to him.

“Brother of your soul, holder of your heart, opposite in your war. He is your salvation as Emerald is Dragons and Dragon is Emeralds. Apart the world will fade and die, for you two and all others.”

Black pupils swung around to the man directly beside Xavier; Logan. “You smell like blood to. Not soaked but splattered, and you smell like… like…” Both boys eyes cleared as the dark haired ones face crumbled into sorrow and he fell into the pale boys arms. It was the first time the boys had differed.

Snape grabbed at the opportunity and addressed the pale one.

“Draco what is happening, what is wrong with you?”

“Draco seemed to rush in to it, afraid to loose this slight sanity. “ We’re stuck in his grief and his rage. Sev… he cast Final Judgment across all of Britain… all of it, muggle and wizarding.” Snape gasped. For the sake of the strangers in front of him… unknown allies he hoped, Draco went on in explanation. “It’s the truest for of judgment. Giving everyone what they deserve. Imprisonment, pain, insanity, death… freedom. Oh Sev he hurts so much… how could they do this to him? But their dead now… Sev their all dead. Most of the Weaslys, the teachers, the ministry is a death box, Father, Mother, all the Death Eaters, Voldermort, Dumbledor. All dead. And Hermione is broken, close to insanity. Prisons are all death boxes to, the innocent imprisoned amongst corpses. His family. All judged. And he felt it all, you and ….” A grey mist was forming over his eyes, he stumbled on. “… arg…. You and Remus will reap the rewards of truth. He will find us. Prepare.”

The last was muttered in their sing-song voices.

They focused back on Logan, who looked unsure that he had caused the clarity in the boys minds.

“Pretty Doggy, star above all others. So much like our Protector, so much like. Pretty Doggy, protector of all. There to be the balance between justice and vengeance,…. Save us, Pretty Doggy Protector. Save us.” With that the boys collapsed to the ground, Logan looking like he had swallowed a glass of vinegar.


AN… so what do you think… no really I’m one of those review whores who only gets motivated to type when people like it. Lol…. Suggestions are welcome.