The Lord of The Fae

A/N: anything after this chapter has not been beta'd as of yet. Actilly up until chapter 15 has but I have class and havent time to upload it yet. Sorry.Working on it Everyone give the lovely Missa a hand for me. Gifts are aprciated. Tell me how you think it's going. I love hearing from you and I love makeing new friends. Let me now if its ok to email you with updates or to just say hi. Thats the wonderful thing about the internet.

Harry had been sleeping for a few hours when Sirius finally padded away from his bedside. He sighed to himself; things were never easy were they. As he padded into the hallway he saw Snape leaving Draco's room. He quickly went from dog to man feeling at a better advantage as a human. Snape sneered at him in disgust. "Part of me thinks you do that on purpose!" He grumbled eyeing Sirius’ body. Well that was an encouraging sign; Snape wasn't immune to him at least.

"It might be possible to have cloths on when I transform, I've never had reason to try." Sirius grinned; Snape did not return the smile. He sighed waving his hand to magically form clothing; he'd really made a mess of things hadn't he. It wasn't fair that he couldn't seem to have both his godson and the man he loved.
He wasn't too frightened to admit that he loved the man; he'd known that for a long time. It was dealing with the repercussions that stung. He was over boyhood house rivalries. Mostly, sometimes Snape could be so damn annoying. Like now with that condescending smirk on his face, a smirk he wanted to lick off his face.

"Seeing as we’re in a castle full of people Black, shouldn't common decency be enough?" Snape jeered trying to push past him to continue down the hall. Sirius moved blocking his way.

"Now what would you know about that, and seeing as you can’t teach me I guess I'll never learn." To that Snape scowled shooting daggers at the younger man with his eyes.

They where cold and seemingly uncaring as he snapped, "Something you wanted from me, Black? Some of us have important matters to deal with."

Sirius frowned, probably penning letters. Snape was always in his room writing letters to someone. Who could he be writing to? It wasn't like Death Eaters kept in touch or held get-togethers. And most light wizards would rather hex then speak to him.

"Letters again Snively, writing to imaginary mates are you?" Sirius jeered, part of him hoped to get Snape mad enough to admit who was more important then talking to him. That stung like a needle poke but he pushed that feeling aside, keeping his lips in a smirk.
Snape's eyes flashed, and then a secretive little smile formed on his lips. Sirius couldn't help but stare at lips that he had tasted and teased. Lips that he had nipped and licked, were now taunting him to madness. He couldn't go on like this much longer, his bed was so cold and lonely at night. Snape no longer let him sleep in his room with him. Sirius’ own room was so cold and cheerless he spent as little time in there as possible.

"Oh, forgive me Black. I should probably have told you I have been in contact with ‘Cissa; poor girl what with her husband on the run with the Dark Lord and her son so far away, she gets rather lonely. Mustn't keep her waiting and all that."

Sirius watched him sweep away in a graceful swirl of robes. How did he feel about that, he felt like hurting someone, preferably ‘Cissa. She'd had her chance with Snape, when it came down to the wire she had chosen Malfoy and her family's respect over love. Snape was his now; neither she nor anyone else was going to take him away! Although he must admit he was doing a swell job of that all on his own. He scented Remus even before he spoke, and turned just as his old friend and lover spoke.

"You’re far too sensitive Sirius, that's always been your problem." Sirius couldn't help it, that statement forced a shout of laughter from his mouth as he eyed Remus with a teasing glance.

"If I recall correctly Remus, I was always shielding you. From the moon, from other boys even from James for a while there." To this Remus chuckled as he clapped the younger man on the shoulder.

"Yes, remember how proud we were that we had kept our relationship secret and how afraid we where that James would find it disgusting if he ever found out." He asked Remus nodded a glint of laughter in his eyes.

"Oh yes, and I remember the look on your face when James told you that the prefects bathroom wasn't as private as everyone thought and next time we should try this neat room he'd found. Oh and that it wasn't nice to hide things from your mates." Remus said with a chuckle. They both shared a laugh over that memory and almost at the same time it seemed that laughter died away.

James hadn't condemned his two male best friends for having a thing for each other. He had let them have their little secret and been almost amused by that then he had quite neatly disabused them of the notion that he was blind, stupid and a complete git.

He'd been offended that they had even considered he would turn on his best friends simply because of their sexual preference. He had warned them however not to fall in love with him as he swung only one way. That had been true in more ways then one; he'd swung towards Lily Evans and only Lily.

James was gone and so was Lily, Voldemort had taken their friends from them. Taken away something so elemental in them both; the companionable relationship he and Remus shared had died a swift death. They had looked at each other and realized something both of them had been ignoring.

Most of the fun in their relationship came from the fact that not only was it dangerous, all that sneaking around and shagging in dark corners. But it was also safe, Lily thought they where cute together. James couldn't be happier that his two best friends where in love, it was proof to him that they where all going to be together forever.

With Remus he never had to worry about being hurt, the sex was great and James and Lily had spurred them both on. It had been one of the happiest times in his life, holding little Harry in his arms and Lily teasing him to just marry Remus already so they could make their own family instead of cutting in on hers all the time. James had smiled at that, and asked rather puzzled. "Have you found a way for males to get pregnant? I'd reconsider, I nearly died when Lil’, was in labor and I was just watching."

It was possible. He had discovered that men of the Fae, much like Greek Deity's, could magically bear children the process different of course between the elements. However thinking about starting a family with Remus was the farthest thought from his mind. And it seemed Remus agreed they'd looked at each other and blanched.

That was the first time both of them had known that however well they got along, that neither was really in love with the other. They both seemed to be at a stand still, mutual attraction and great sex was all well in good for now but what about the future?

The future had come like a brutal slap in the face, James and Lily had died and Harry was cursed and Sirius was blamed for the murder of Peter. Neither of them had felt like wasting anymore time, in allot of ways James and Lily had been the foundation of their relationship and with their deaths it had crumpled. Then their friendship had suffered as well because for as far as Remus new his former lover had betrayed them all.

Well now things had changed and they where changing yet again, Remus glanced at him as if to take in that he was really standing there. He glanced at the door Snape had left through and back at him and sighed.

"You were always protecting me and everyone you loved. You try to hard Si, you always have. You can’t fix everything. You can’t fix the way people look at me because of what I am; you can’t fix how people feel. I wasn't blind then and I'd have to be blind now to not see how you feel about Snape. Am I going to throw you a party…? Probably not but neither am I going to condemn you. Even if I did you shouldn't let it matter, if you spend your life protecting and doing what everyone else thinks you should do your never going to be happy."

Sirius knew he was right, but it was easier said then done. He turned to Remus looking him in the eyes to judge the truth of his response and asked. "It’s Harry. He's my godson and I love him. He's also all I have left; all there is of Lily and James. Could you handle his contempt, would you seek it?"

Remus shook his head, "No. Who seeks contempt? And it would hurt; maybe even kill a part of me if he condemned me. But I wouldn't change, if he condemned part of me that means he rejects the whole. Besides in case you had your eyes wide shut this afternoon Harry has no reason to reject you. Your not the only one discovering feelings for an enemy."

He was right, and that meant Sirius had made a complete mess of things but how was he going to fix them? Remus rolled his eyes as if reading Sirius's thoughts. "Come on Sirius; don't tell me you haven't tried apologizing. And I don't mean making excuses or giving him reasons why. Just get down and say exactly how you feel, a plain I fucked up would suffice. And then maybe a good strip tease, always works for me anyway." Sirius burst into laughter and slung his arm around Remus' shoulder.

"Thanks Mooney, I hadn't thought of that."

"Are you kidding! If I could magically look like I did twenty years ago, hell I'd give Severus a strip. Him and everybody else, and come to think on it Tonks might like those benefits."

"You were a cute little bugger. Do you still know how to do that one spell..."

"You always did like that one. And you sure where loud when I used it, James never did, said he had nightmares for weeks."

"He liked it and he knew it, begged you to teach it to him didn't he?"

"Yeah I did teach it to him, you owe me your godson you know that."

"Oh lord... Do you still know it."

"Not if you’re using it on Severus, I like my peace of mind."

"You teach me and I'll teach you...."

Remus shivered and laughed at his friend as he whispered the name of a spell in his ear. He grinned at him shaking his head. "You haven't changed at all Sirius."
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Harry woke with a slight headache as if his body protested coming to life. Hell if this was going to happen every time he went all Fae, he was considering never doing so again. His organs and nerves protested any body movement but he sat up anyway. And nearly fell off the bed, there was some sort of lizard lying between his legs.

"Bloody hell! What the hell are you?" Harry didn't expect the scaly creature to actually answer him. So he just stared rather stupidly at it, as its forked tongue shot out and a hiss sounded in his head.

"Well good evening to you too, Mr. Potter. I'm a Komodian Dragon, what are you?"

Harry blinked at the dragon, and said aloud, "Crazy obviously, unless your mistaken and your a snake?" The dragon hissed as if he'd been greatly insulted a hot breath of steam escaping his thin nostrils.

"I should think not! I'm a Dragon, Lord of the skies I never slither along on my belly like the lowliest of beasts! You however reek of earth and snakes maybe that's why he has so much anger at you. I wouldn't mate with snakes to save my life."

Harry had no clue how he was hearing this thing, what it was or where it had come from. Nor did he get just exactly what he was talking about. The dragon flicked its tongue again, it was a about as big as a golden retriever with a pair of shining leathery wings tucked to his back. Its fangs where long and sharp, and its talons had poked deep holes in his bed sheets. He suddenly wasn't so crazy about this thing being between his legs. To distract the dragon from his obvious anger he asked, "Who Voldemort?"

"No, Draco! Use the brains in your head boy. He is dragon or could you not sense that even with it staring you in the face. He is fire and sky and you are earth. The three have never really gotten along, sky is after all above earth and fire tends to destroy it."

That might explain part of why he disliked Malfoy but that was just a drop in the ocean of animosity he held towards Malfoy. "Malfoy is cold, heartless and a traitor. I hated him long before I knew what he was", he remarked bitterly. It was true, Malfoy was all those things and just thinking about him had him heating up in a rage.

"You humans are such foolish beings; you rarely think of anyone but yourselves and never even think to look at the whole picture. What do you really know of your enemy Harry Potter? Do you know his pain, his fears, his wants or his joys."

"I don't want to know him! I hate him!” Harry was so upset he barely noticed that this time he had responded directly to the dragon in his mind. The dragon rustled his scaly body in agitation.

"A smart warrior knows his friends but knows his enemies better. If you’re going to defeat a dark lord and need Draco to do it, you both have to put aside your foolish pride and actually know each other. You might not like what you find but in the knowing you will have the advantage. If you find that Draco is as cold and evil as you seem to think, then fine at least you can plan around that, find away to use that. However you might just find that you have both misjudged each other and gain something else entirely."

Harry doubted that but he couldn't discount the dragons’ words. He was right, to win he needed Draco and to use him he had to know what he was using and how to do it.

"But how, Draco isn't going to agree to a truce because he wouldn't believe I wanted it. And he'd be right, so how are we going to get to know each other."

"That Harry, is your problem. We dragons simply dominate but that won’t work with Draco, he's meant to be dominate and will only resent your trying. You need a human approach and I can’t help you with that." Harry sighed, this wasn't going to be easy and he didn't relish the thought of diving into Malfoy’s depraved mind; the thought made him slightly ill. He turned to ask the dragon just what he expected him to come up with, only to discover that the being was gone. He didn't have time to wonder how he had left so quickly because his door was swishing open and Ron was striding in.

"Good your finally awake, what do you want me to do with Malfoy then?" Harry was caught so off guard by Ron's question that he blinked at him? Had he heard that conversation? Was Ron actually offering to help him?

"You mean you want to help?" He gaped in shock. Ron tossed him a rather insolent look of disgust.

"Of course, he tried to rape you for god’s sake! Did you think I was going to just wave it off?"

Ron thought...Harry blushed bright red. He supposed it might have looked like that and anyone who knew Harry would draw that conclusion. The Harry Ron knew would scream and bite and detest Malfoy's advances. Out there on that field though he had been having the most erotic experience of his life.

"I mean you looked damn scary out there screaming your head off, and it's ok if you’re embarrassed about..." Ron flushed red and gestured jerkily towards his pants. "...about wetting your pants. If that bastard came at me like that I'd be scared out of my mind too."

Ron thought he had pissed his pants like a baby? He didn't know which thought appalled him more, the fact that everyone thought Malfoy had tried to rape him and Harry had wet himself like a ninny; or admitting that his enemy, a man he hated, had kissed him and it had been enough to make him cum in his pants. Either thought made him want to just end it all now he flushed with mortification. Ron seemed just as uncomfortable as he fidgeted, if he saw one spark of pity in those eyes he was going to do murder.

"So what do you want me to do to him? I can have him kicked out, chained up, hexed he won't get away with this!" Ron swore heatedly clenching one fist, fury lighting in his eyes. Harry knew if Ron had his way Draco was in for a world of pain. Why should he care, it was no more then Malfoy deserved.

He didn't want that, it hit him with sudden clarity. He didn't want Malfoy to suffer. What the hell was wrong with him! He took a deep breath reasoning that he would feel the same about anybody suffering for a crime they didn't commit. Whatever had happened out there on the practice field hadn't been rape and Malfoy shouldn't pay the price for it.

"Ron, I don't want you to do anything."

It was Ron’s turn to blink at him in disbelief; he stared at Harry as if he had grown another head. "Are you bloody serious? Harry after what he tried to do!"

"It wasn't rape Ron!” Harry bit out in a sudden burst of frustration.

"Then just what the hell was it!" Ron thundered and Harry stared in relative shock at his best friend. His eyes where glowing in their fury sending his normal brown to a bright amber. His hair seemed to move as if stirred by some unseen breeze. "Are you telling me that was pleasure, you where screaming from Harry, that you enjoyed that bastards touch! That..." Ron glanced at Harry's pants and his rage seemed to only increase. "...that you came for him like some sort of filthy whore..."

CRACK

Ron regretted the words almost as soon as he'd said them. Ron stared at Harry in shock, his body seething with suppressed rage. Ron had been back handed in the face a few times but never by his best friend. The stinging pain in his head was nothing compared to the blow his heart had just received. Harry was looking at both his hand and Ron like he didn't recognize them. He trembled slightly.

“Harry, I…"

“Just leave Ron”

He left; what more was there to say.
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That night Ron paced the library hall. He was restless, on edge; too much was happening far to fast and he was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to handle any of it. What he had seen out on the field today was a display of a power far greater then he had ever known existed. The Fae where forever described in fairy tales as fairies and not to particularly frightening. It was like expecting a puppy and finding a wolf instead.

How was he supposed to know how to handle all of this? Why had he ever accepted that sword when Hizen had offered it to him? As if called by his thoughts the Wizarding Lord appeared out of the shadows as if from the mists. He shivered at this display of power and wondered how British wizards had gotten on so long without discovering half the things the Japanese ones had.

When he had first come here, it had all mystified him. Baffling in such power, power that they only used for peace it seemed. How easy would it be for one of their council to misuse such power? They would have bigger problems on their hand then Voldemort then.

He and Hermione had delved deep into these libraries seemingly driven by some otherworldly urge to discover the castles secrete. They had discovered the Lore in this room. The lore was a society of magical beings everyone was a part of the lore.

There was only one fraction who didn’t know that it existed and that it was part of it. Human kind. Humans had long since forgotten or buried the time when magical beings lived in harmony. A time when man, mystic and fae could coexist in relative harmony. That had been the age of Lore, before man kind had begun to war amongst themselves and brought famine and blight to the world.

Most of the other members of the Lore had met and agreed that Mankind was headed for its own destruction, and they wanted no part. They had agreed to withdraw into hiding to wait out mans eminent doom. Then they would retake the earth and begin its healing. Some magical beings had decided to stay to ruff it out. Such as dragons and other magical critters of the lore, but most where smart enough to bail.

The fae after all where having their own problems, and didn’t need any added ones. The elements had come unbalanced when fire had lost its ruler to the oceans punishment. They had retreated but their brother kin dragons had elected to stay, not willing to flee their domain. Dragons once masters of the sky free with their own prides and hordes where now monitored and controlled by human wizards. Humans had forgotten all about the lore entirely.

Or so it had seemed, Hermione and he had discovered in Naru’s library that some fae believed that man kind could redeem itself. They had elected one Wizard champion as to receive all the knowledge and benefits of the lore.

Using all four elements they had crafted a blade for him and given him a title, he would lead and guide humans towards piece. He would have longevity but not immortality. He would represent man kind at its best and he and his followers alone would know the secrets of the past. He would wield great power but would die instantly if he ever used it for anything but good. He was Earth King. A king without a crown because he had to work in secret, all powerful yet powerless.

For centuries the Earth Kings had monitored man kind trying his hardest to keep it from destruction. Though they could live for hundreds of years, they did eventually weaken and die. When an Earth King felt that his time of death was near, he placed his power and all his memories, his essence into the great sword at his time of death, so that the next Earth King would have all the powers and knowledge of kings past. How the next one was chosen was simple, it was protected by the surviving lords and offered to any warrior they saw as worthy.

But the fae had final choice, when a young wizard grasped the sword his body was thoroughly searched his very soul judged by the fae. If they rejected him the sword would remain blank and lifeless. If however they thought him worthy it sprang to its life.

The room would fill with song and the magic and knowledge of centuries of Earth King would pour into his body. Hermione had realized instantly that Naru had been the last Earth King and had been ecstatic! To think Dumbledore had trained under so great a man, and didn’t that just explain a lot about why he knew so much and why Voldemort had always feared him.

So much had changed since then, He had changed since then. Hizen stood watching him in silence waiting respectfully for Ron to speak first. He asked what had been weighing on his mind for weeks now.

“Why did you let us read the history of the Lore, we were just kids.”

Hizen nodded gliding forward to stand beside him, his eyes soft and utterly knowing.

“You think that I have judged wrong, that I do not know strength and destiny when I see it. Many thought I had erred as well. Most thought that Naru’s young student would be the next Miraza” Hizen said, Miraza was the Lore word for Earth King. When Ron nodded he continued.

“Dumbledore never wanted that power; it was not in his making. Methinks in truth Dumbledore would have been far happier in the realm of the Lore, in a time of peace and learning. How did Hizen know you were the one? This library was protected by ancient spells, no one but Lords can enter here, and you and young Miss came in without a scratch did you not? I saw this and I knew that the Lore was meant for you, and the Fae have agreed with me; have they not. You did not take the sword when I offered it first, why did you change your mind.”

Why had he changed his mind, the first time he had offered the sword was when he had caught him and Hermione in the library. They had both known instantly by its markings what that sword was. Hermione had gasped and begged him not to. Naru’s life had been long and hard, to watch all those he loved die around him century after century to fight a long and lonely battle alone. He knew she was frightened and didn’t want that life for him. He didn’t want it for himself so he had said no.

So what had changed, that’s what was bothering him. Naru had known magic far greater then that of wizards was it possible he knew a way to bring back life. He had seen Hizen create life through magic what about reviving it. Listening to his mothers weeping and watching Harry grieve for Ginny was driving him crazy. Something reckless in him wanted all the power he could find, to find a way to defeat death. Hizen stared at him and he had the odd feeling the old man could read him.

“You have much to learn young master and much to face. Having great power does not mean it is always wise to use it; death can be bent but should never be broken. I hope that in time you will learn this.” With that he faded back into an unseen mist leaving the young man to his thoughts.
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Hermione stared at the open book in front of her; she had taken the diary of Naru into her own personal keeping earlier in the day. She had run from the practice field straight to the library to retrieve it. Searching its yellowing pages almost frantically for some mention of a way to reverse what had been done. For hours she had been reading and searching.

Entry after entry she had read, Naru talked of many things and despite his obvious suffering he never seemed to regret his choice.

Until Linn.

The first entry she appeared in was dated June 1591. Any woman reading this could tell instantly that with just a glance Naru had fallen for her, and it appeared that for the first time in many, many years Naru was not only scared but resentful of his fate.

June 1591,
Today started out much as any other before it. I met with the council of lords on the growing problem with the Laeyke. I fear that there Halflings have mutated their powers in a way that could devastate my people. They can infect a person with simply a bite. Wizarding kind fears them, and discontent between the two is growing.

Affairs of state have not been what has set my mind spinning and my soul to unrest. No today Kyio Nuia came with the scrolls I had requested, bringing with him his wife and children. It is his oldest daughter who has set my world to the unfamiliar. Around her is an aurora of destiny that calls to the man in me. A portion of myself that as time has moved on I find I have forgotten.
Linn, how can a name so beautiful, bring shame upon its owners face. For she is far more beautiful then any name life could give her.

It is useless to think on such things; for long after she has died I will live on guiding my people as is my duty and my destiny. I am ancient. I am King. And I find that I am also alone.

Is personal happiness the price of honor and duty and will I pay such a price? The pain of man kind ravishes my body as is my curse. It is also my gift to feel as the people I guard do how else is a ruler to understand and to sympathize.

Her father would give her to me if I asked, this I know for she would be queen of all mankind. She would share in my power and my riches but not in my life. If I where to gift her my heart would not she take it with her when she left this earth. Fate is bitter and cruel in its treatment towards the just and seems to favor those who do ill. If I where to take her by force would then fortune favor me?

Dark are my thoughts in this hour, and it is now that I give thanks to the curse on my flesh. For in the doing my life would end, just punishment for a mind so depraved. If I were simply a man I would build her a castle with mine own two hands and share with her all joys of life. I have taken an oath and accepted the ancients’ into my body, taking them away is impossibility. Even if I were to discover someway the doing would destroy my mortal body. For I fear that I have melded with them, they work inside my being much as my soul or my beating heart. One does not tear his heart from his body.

Hermione slammed the diary shut uncaring that it was old and fragile. Her body shook; there was no way to undo what Ron had done to himself. She bit back a sob, what had he been thinking. He was only nineteen!

History was full of boy kings and most of their fates where tragic. How did he think he was going to rule mankind, even if the news didn’t shout it out that’s what he was? He would have the power to make ministers and kings heed his will. He was crazy, he was a fool.

When he came into power he would begin to suffer the maladies of man kind, Naru had suffered for a few days of every possible affliction, and malady or grievance mankind had yet suffered. Every time a new one cropped up he would suffer that, so that he could better deal with his people. It was called niethi. And it lasted for two years; Ron had taken that unto himself and for what!

Her bedroom door glided open, she looked up to watch Ron close the door softly behind him. “Hermione, we need to talk.”

She glared at him; there was nothing to talk about! He had made a decision without talking to anyone! He had condemned himself to a life of loneliness and pain, and it was his choice. What was there to talk about! He sighed sitting on the edge of her bed watching her silent in her anger.

“You don’t think I haven’t kicked myself over and over again, telling myself it was the biggest mistake I ever made! The fact of it is Hermione that I couldn’t have done anything else. You have to understand what it felt like that night to watch my family dieing around me and being able to do absolutely nothing.” Ron said, at the last he clenched his fists his throat clogging with emotion.

He was staring at the wall not really seeing it seeing something else entirely his eyes where dancing glowing with the power of the Lore. Hermione shivered, as he turned those eyes to her.

“Harry watched the woman he loved die and he had the power to save her but couldn’t even use it. To have that kind of power to right the wrongs in the world, to feel like you can change the way things are? I would have given anything for that. Harry would too, that’s why he’s trying to work with Malfoy a man he hates. So that he’ll never have to watch such horror and be powerless again.”
She shuddered loosing the battle not to cry, tears began leaking from her eyes. She gasped for breath and stared at him pleading with fate, god she didn’t know what to change what he had done.

“Power, you’ll suffer every day of your life. Harry will eventually kill Voldemort and his battle will be over. Yours will never be over. You got more power yes, but you can’t stop death, we’ll all die and you’ll be alone. No amount of power can prevent that feeling Ron! You’ll feel it when you outlive your parents, your brothers, even Harry! When you outlive me, I’ll grow old and die and you’ll be here! If you marry you’ll outlive your children and your grandchildren! Do you have any idea what you’ve done to yourself and for what! Power!”

She was seething now, rage conflicting with pain. This was more pain then she’d ever felt, she had felt so sorry for Linn when reading her diary. She had loved a man who would outlive her and they never married knowing that having children and being together would be to painful for him.

She had felt so sorry for that woman, now she was in her position! She would grow old and feeble and Ron would remain, they could never be together now and maybe that was selfish in light of the good he would do mankind. But she didn’t care! Nothing ever went right in their lives!

“I know all that, I know it. I will have to watch my family die but chances are I would have outlived my parents anyway. The pain will be there, but nothing I am not prepared to handle. Harry has been through death…”

“And the last one nearly destroyed him!” Hermione interrupted heatedly, her eyes flashing anger and tears. “And what about Harry and I? You weren’t expecting to outlive us where you!”

Ron sighed his jaw clenching, “No I expected Harry to outlive me! He’s Fae Hermione! They naturally live longer then mortals. If he where to visit the realm of the Lore he would live maybe even longer then I will! Chances are Harry will live just as long as I will.”

Had he expected that to ease her mind, they where both going to outlive her! Leave her behind. She let out a cry of frustration and pushed away from him. Ron watched her leave; he had more to tell her. He didn't intend to let things continue in the vein they where going in. He knew there was a way to bring his loved ones back; Hizen had as much as confirmed it.

And when Ginny was back she would not be happy if Draco was necking Harry. He didn't buy for a minute that what had happened out their today was any natural feeling from Harry's part. It was some sort of spell or magic Malfoy had come up with to screw with Harry's mind. Whatever that bastard had planed he was about to have a rude awakening.