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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
18,874
Reviews:
37
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1
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I do not own Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or CLAMP; None of the original stories and/or characters are mine in any way nor do I make any money from these writings.
Chapter 12: Finding What You Were Searching For
TN:This chapter is dedicated to Uzumakiblood, whose review made me smile during one of my most depressing days. =)
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Ezellahen
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Disclaimer: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.
WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. Therefore, we don’t want to hear any complaints later. There will be male pregnancy, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
AN: Author’s note
TN: Translator’s note
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Chapter 12: Finding What You Were Searching For
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“Then…Harry is here?” Remus asked with a blinding smile, his golden eyes shining with emotional tears. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Remus…but…” Regulus watched his partner cautiously, who was wearing an unusually somber expression.
“But what?”
“He is no longer Harry; he’s Ezellahen and my son.”
Remus’ mouth fell open in shock, insecure about what he should be feeling at the noticeable note of possessiveness and anger present in the elf’s declaration. A bit of tension was obvious in the room, but, thankfully, a few knocks on the door got everyone’s attention and Morë hurried to open it.
/“Professor! I brought my mommy to meet the stranger that came with the grandparents!”/
It was a smiling child, nine years of age, along with Elrohir. The werewolf had even felt the child’s presence before he’d even opened the door, a presence he would never forget, for Harry had been the first baby anyone had trusted into his care despite of his disease and he’d known from the very first time he’d held him in his arms, that he wanted a child of his own, even if there was a chance that the child might be born with the werewolf curse.
Remus smiled enchanted when he saw how beautiful and how much the child looked like his father, even with sweet Lily’s emerald-green eyes. He absently noted the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, but was more worried about making sure the child was all right. He saw him looking so healthy and happy that for a moment he felt betrayed and jealous that he called the elf accompanying him ‘mommy.’ Since he was familiar with the language he’d had no problem understanding what he’d said even though the elf was a male.
Elrohir, for his part, watched Remus with interest; there was something about the man that attracted him intensely. It wasn’t the attraction he would have felt if he’d found his mate, but something somewhat similar. It was more as if they shared similar sentiments or experiences that made them alike somehow. He knew Remus was a wizard, for as he made his way to this room he’d heard the comments made by his brother’s guests about him. Via a mental communication with his grandmother, she’d told him that she’d been to one to bring him to Rivendell. He had arrived at Lothlorien in the same way as Harry had arrived at that forest where they had found him.
He had a beautiful face, just as beautiful light-brown hair, almost blond. He now had an overwhelmingly tender look on his visage, but in his eyes he could see an intense hurt that absolutely broke his heart, and it was this pain that moved something within him. A sentiment of intense protectiveness rose within him, without really knowing why.
His son’s small voice broke him out of his thoughts concerning the wizard.
“Hello,” Harry said somewhat clumsily, since he was not accustomed to speaking in the language of men. “If I may, who are you?”
“My name is Remus Lupin,” he said, in a low voice due to the many emotions currently flooding his being. He extended a hand in greeting, which the child accepted with a radiant smile. He barely managed to contain a sob as he felt the small hand, so soft, almost like when he’d been a baby. You are so beautiful, little one.
“Oh...?” He inclined his head in confusion. “I have not met you before. Why did you come with the grandparents? Were you invited to the wedding..?”
A glare emanated from Elladan and the wizard was able to conclude that now was not the time to reveal the reason for his visit to Middle Earth.
“Right now he’s tired of traveling, Ezellahen.” Regulus said, seeing the signs of anger in his partner. “Why don’t you go back to playing with Elboron and Eldarion? We’ll answer your many questions later…”
“Mmmmm…” The child looked at the adults with suspicion. “All right, we’ll see each other later…”
When Harry left, everyone turned to look at Remus, something which made him very nervous indeed.
“Like I was saying before being interrupted, Mr. Lupin: that child has been adopted as my and my brother’s son, you will see that he even calls him…mommy.” He smiled crookedly, throwing his brother a glance. The wizard’s eyes moved to the other twin, they were truly like two drops of water, but he seemed to have an aura of sadness about him, completely opposite to Elladan, who shone with happiness.
“Aiya, my name is Elrohir of the House of Rivendell, a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled politely and approached to kiss the werewolf’s hand, making him blush. Elladan arched an eyebrow at the gesture and Regulus blinked in confusion.
“Remus Lupin. The pleasure is all mine,” the werewolf mumbled, a little embarrassed by the gallant greeting.
“Right…ahem…” The other twin coughed. “We need you to understand that we love this child as our own and we will not allow you to take him from us. We have raised him as ours and no one can simply come to take him…”
“But…he has a father that is worried about him in the Wizarding World, in all this time he has not given in to hopelessness, knowing that he would see him again someday. You can’t just…”
“He was the one that lost him to begin with! He’s here for a reason.” Elladan growled.
“That was an accident! A last minute attempt to keep him alive and safe!” Remus replied in desperation.
“And he’s safe here; there is no need to take him back to where they tried to kill him in the first place…”
“You can’t be telling me this!”
“Well, please…calm down.” Elrohir said, taking one of the wizard’s hands to caress it. “We can clear this up without fighting. Peace, brother,” He looked at Remus. “And you seem tired Remus, it is obvious that we will not come to an agreement any time soon. We can talk this over later and come to an arrangement.”
“Elrohir is right,” Regulus added. “All this stress in not good for your baby, Remus.” Elrohir’s eyebrows rose at that bit of information. “And we are getting married tomorrow, Elladan…” He took his fiancé’s arm. “I have no desire to have you be unhappy about anything. We will talk about this after the celebrations are done with. Remus isn’t in a hurry to return to England, he needs to rest; we’ll talk about all this later.”
“All right.” Elladan agreed reluctantly. “But for the moment, I prohibit any mention of the reason for your visit, to do so would only put pressure on my son.”
“I agree with you on that,” Remus said. “It is not my intention to force him into anything, even before arriving I had planned to introduce him to magic and his real family slowly. I had a hunch that he was with someone that had taken him in. I would like to tell him about his family and he would have to let me know if he wants to know the world he came from, if he comes to want that.”
“Perfect, then, if you could follow me please; I will take you to your room.” Elrohir said, taking Remus’ elbow and helping him rise with extreme care. Remus smiled at him timidly and followed his lead.
The remaining pair watched them leave with a bit of surprise.
/“What’s going on with your twin?”/
/“I don’t know, knowing him, who’s the mother hen, he should be the one most apprehensive toward the man, but this attitude is shocking to me.”/
/“Mmmmm…Do you think he’s attracted to Remus?”/ He asked as they left the room to make their way to their waiting guests.
/“I hope not… or my father will soon be screaming to high heaven.”/ Elladan replied with an impish smile.
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-Hall of Chambers in the House of Rivendell-
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“Here we are…I hope it proves comfortable.”
Remus gasped when he first glimpsed the room. Once his friends had convinced him to move in with them his quality of life had been dramatically improved; however, even so, his room back home was not as beautiful as this one. It was twice as big, completely white, with light-green curtains and a huge bed with a snow-white coverlet. The room was also decorated with unmistakably elfish beautiful and luxurious items. It was so lavish that he couldn’t help remembering the bedroom he’d used to share at Malfoy Manor with Lucius, dimming his eyes with gloom.
“I would like to know what has caused such a sad look to materialize upon such a beautiful face.” The elf’s soft voice scared him, he had almost forgotten about him in his scrutiny of the room.
“It’s nothing…” He murmured, wiping away a traitorous tear from the corner of his eye.
“I don’t mean to pry but I think it would do you good to share it with someone,” He took one of his hands and guided him to the bed in order for them to sit down. “It’s well known that sharing with another lightens a person’s sorrow…”
Remus looked at him for a long moment and without really knowing why, told him everything. Perhaps it was because this elf inspired inexplicable trust, or maybe he just needed to let it all out before he exploded and ended up harming his child in the process or perhaps because when he had told Frank about what had happened it had happened too fast for him to really find relief or perhaps he was just too hurt to care whether he revealed his sorrows to a complete stranger.
In the end, he told Elrohir everything, in detail, remembering Lucius’ words from that day, words that still haunted his dreams. He didn’t know how long they stayed there, or when the elf offered him a glass of water and a handkerchief to dry his tears, or when exactly he fell asleep upon the lap of the man that had become his confidant.
Elrohir looked out the window with the broken man still slumbering on his lap, watching the emergence of the first stars of the night, and running his hands gently through the light-chestnut tresses. He now understood why he’d felt so connected to this werewolf: they both longed for love. One suffered for the love that had broken his heart and the other for love that had yet to be found after so many years. Unconsciously, he hugged the other man’s body to his chest, feeling his protective instincts growing for this young man that had traveled to their world searching for a place for his child. However, that didn’t matter, he was sure he could help Remus heal his wounds before even thinking about returning, no matter now many years it took.
/“I still haven’t found you, but, for now, I will make sure that this man is once again able to smile without a hint of sadness …”/
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The next day Remus didn’t have the courage to look Elrohir in the face. When he woke up he found himself wearing only his underclothes and tucked under the bed covers, he had no memory of doing such a thing. Much to his horror, he remembered everything that had happened the day before and almost fainted in shame as he remember how he’d acted in front of the elf (an elf he barely knew), grief-stricken and destroyed. Still, the elf had acted as if nothing had happened, he simply watched the werewolf with eyes that projected understanding and solidarity; eyes that allowed the wizard to finally relax. That moment a kind of camaraderie developed between them. Everyone noticed it and were amazed, which is why Lord Elrond had to be calmed by his son, assuring him that the wizard was not his destined mate, but simply a good friend.
Now Remus found himself in the Hall in which the banquet was to take place. He watched with a smile how Harry and two other children his age played with the decorations, cunningly getting in the way of the staff. He still hadn’t had the chance to speak with him but he settled with knowing him to be well and healthy (much better than he’d ever imagined before his arrival). Besides, he still had to think long and hard about what he was going to say to him, without revealing his true goal.
“Remus Lupin, I presume.”
He turned his head to see an elderly man, perhaps even older than Dumbledore, with the same long white beard and weird hat.
“Yes…and you are?”
“Gandalf.”
The wizard’s eyes opened big as dinner plates.
“You are the Istar Gryffindor wrote about in his diary!” He exclaimed in admiration. “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir! I greatly looked forward to meeting you!”
“I’m happy to hear that, my boy.” He smiled. “Lady Galadriel has spoken of your strange arrival at our lands and I wondered if perhaps you would be able to teach me new spells. My apprentice, Morë, whom you know as Regulus, knew a few that I did not know, but I wanted to know if there had been any new spells in the time that he’s been here.”
“Definitely, the Magical World is always growing in that sense. I you would allow me…” He brought out his wand from within his clothes. He was dressed in elvish ceremonial garb which Elrohir had procured for him f or the festivities. It was golden in color, which complimented his eyes incredibly well and greatly enhanced his beauty. “I could show you the Patronus Charm…it’s relatively new.” With a turn of his wand he spoke the spell, but much to his consternation he was only able to produce a bit of what looked like white smoke. “What the…?” He tried again, with the same result. He was unable cast so much as a Lumus. “I don’t understand…I seem to be magically depleted.”
“Mmmmm…” The Istar murmured, stroking his beard. “I believe that I might have a theory, Remus. The same thing happened to my apprentice. The spell you used to come here takes a great amount of magic, thus exhausting you quite a bit. It took him two years to completely recover before he could use magic again.”
“Two years?! But…! I need to return much sooner than that!” He exclaimed in consternation.
“What is the matter?” Elrohir asked, caressing Remus’ elbow when he noticed him losing a bit of his control. Gandalf simply smiled at the gesture.
“I was simply telling him that his magic was exhausted. He should not attempt to use it for a long time, specially taking the little one growing within him into account, for he or she will also have need of that magic to survive. It’s quite a miracle that they are both in such a good condition considering the demanding requirements of the spell.”
By now the werewolf was pale as he stared at the Istar, thinking about how the spell could have killed his cub. Elrohir send Mithrandir a reproachful look and turned his new friend toward one of the nearest seats in order to get him to calm down again.
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Gardens
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/“Why so pensive, my love?”/
Legolas smiled as a pair of strong arms went around his thickened waist and exposed his neck to give his husband more room to kiss him.
/“I was thinking about something Morë told me a long time ago.”/ He murmured, letting out a low purr at his husband’s caresses. /“He told me that in his world there was a contraceptive potion, but he couldn’t make it here because he needed ingredients that were not available here…”/
/“And why were you thinking about that, right now precisely?”/
/“If I’m not mistaken the man that arrived with the elves from Lothlorien is from the same world as Morë. Perhaps he brought those ingredients needed for the potion. If this is the case when could ask him to sell them to us or something, it doesn’t matter…I just want that potion.”/
Much to his indignation, Aragorn started laughing at his declaration. He pushed away from the other man’s embrace and turned to glare at him, furious.
/“Don’t laugh! I’m serious, Aragorn!”/
“I know…”/ He smiled, once again taking his husband in his arms. /“It’s just that the note of desperation in your voice was a little funny. You talk if that potion was a matter of life or death.”/
/“Practically…”/ He grumbled and turned his face away from a kiss. /“I need that potion. I’m tired of always being pregnant…”/
/“Why do you say that? We love all of our children, right?”/
/“Tancave, Elessar.”/He sighed, resting his head of the taller man’s shoulder. “You just don’t understand me because you are not the one that’s been pregnant five times, counting this one. I love my children more than life itself and I would love to have more. But frankly, I need a bit of space. I would like to go at least five years without having another baby to take care of. I want to be able to spend more time with the ones I already have without a crying baby taking up all my time…And I have not been able to recover my normal figure! I’m just fat all the time!”/
/“I understand now, my love.”/ He murmured tightening his hold on Legolas. /“I promise you we’ll speak with the Wizard Lupin when all this wedding stuff ends, all right?”/ He said with a smile, kissing his forehead.
/“All right, Aragorn. I love you.”/
/“I love you too, my beautiful elf…even fat.”/
“ARAGORN!”
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-Magical World-
-Some time later
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Lucius was in his office, but was far from actually working. A month had already passed since his breakup with Remus, after that fight that happened in this very office. He had waited for the werewolf to look for him, but it had been in vain, he should have known, considering how sensitive the younger man was, that it will be quite a feat for him to have returned on his own. Now he felt like a caged lion, talking to a few wedding planners, Narcissa had taken care of all that stuff when they’d gotten married, for he had no idea how to go about getting everything done, but of course, he couldn’t do much with his future husband’s input.
He’d also talked to Draco, who, much to his surprise, had smiled from ear to ear, crying out in excitement and hugging him tightly…very un-Malfoy like conduct. He had told him he was happy to have Remus as his new dad and even happier to have a younger sibling. In fact, right after that conversation, Lucius had even gone so far as to decide which would become the baby’s room and, in a moment of weakness while at Diagon Alley, he’d bought a few sets for newborns in Slytherin colors.
“All right, it’s now or never…”
Finally, he stopped his frantic pacing of the office…he’d made his decision.
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-Marauder Mansion
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Neville frowned, looking at the picture he’d drawn. Two days ago he’d seen a beautiful plant growing in the garden, so he’d decided to try out the magical color pencils he’d been gifted with. It was just…maybe he’d gone a bit overboard with the green and red…his drawing looked nothing like what he’d originally imagined; the doorbell rang, pulling him out of his sulking.
“I’ll get it!” He cried out loud enough for his dad and uncles to hear him.
He ran to the door and as he opened it he arched a small eyebrow. Standing there was the cleanest man he’d ever seen, not that his family was dirty, just that usually whenever they got home they’d been out in hunting missions, thus their robes would be wrinkled and/or damaged, depending on what they’d had to do that day, along with dark rings under their eyes, their hair uncombed and somewhat dirty…such was the life of an Auror. Now this gentleman was dressed in impeccable expensive robes, with aristocratic features and long platinum-blond hair.
“Yes…?”
“Are you Longbottom’s son?” Lucius asked with an arched eyebrow, the child nodded. “I see…will you summon Remus Lupin please? Tell him Lucius Malfoy is here to see him.”
“My godfather Remus is not here. He left on a trip a few weeks ago and I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
“Excuse me?”
“Who is it, kid?”
A chilling cold gripped the child when Sirius Black came to see that Lucius Malfoy was standing in the doorway of his house. Neville shifted uncomfortably on the spot, feeling the tension between the two men.
“Eh…the gentleman is here looking for my godfather.” He muttered, wanting nothing more than to run to his room.
“You have nothing to do here, Snake.” Sirius finally growled.
“Yes I do, Black. I’m here for my partner and I demand that you tell me where he is. This boy says he’s on a trip somewhere.” The other man hissed.
“You demand?! Just who do you think you are to come to my home with such arrogance?!” He exclaimed, his hand going to his wand holster. “As far as I know, the last time you and Remus were together you broke up!”
“That was only a misunderstanding!” Lucius hissed with narrowed eyes, pushing Neville slightly as he tried to enter the house. “I’ve come to clear things up with him! We are a couple, you mongrel, so I suggest you start getting used to the idea!”
“It’s you who has to get used to the fact that he’s nothing of yours anymore! Much less now that he has left!”
“Where has he gone?! Just tell me and I’ll stop being a bother!”
“Whoa! What’s all this yelling?” A surprised voice asked. “Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Nothing you’ll be interested in, blood traitor.”
A new tension grew in the room when James Potter arrived. Seeing the clear signs of danger, Neville ran looking for his father, before his uncles and the strange man ended up poking each other’s eyes out.
The child scared his father half to death, who was already imagining finding three dead bodies in the sitting room. Well…that was an exaggeration, what he actually found were three grown men waiving their wands around, and glaring and shouting some very imaginative insults at each other. Doing the most Gryffindor thing he could think of, he interceded between Lucius and Sirius, when he saw the Auror about to utter a very hideous curse.
“Enough all ready!” He cried with indignation. “You are not at Hogwarts anymore!”
“This bleached blond was the one that started it!” James grumbled.
“And you collaborated!” Frank replied, moving to take away his friends’ wands. “Please go to the kitchen and take something to calm your selves. I’ll talk to Malfoy…”
“I have nothing to say to you, Longbottom!” Lucius hissed, his wand still raised. His opponents were no longer armed, but he knew from experience that these savages were liable to attack in the muggle fashion.
“Yes, you do, Malfoy. Remus asked me to tell you something before he left…”
“What?” Sirius and James growled, looking at their friend angrily. Lucius smiled confidently and lowered his wand, nodding in his direction to show he was listening.
“Guys, please…” Frank pleaded. “This won’t take long, okay? You can go.”
Reluctantly, the two animagi left the room, taking Neville with them and throwing one last glare in the Slytherin’s direction.
“Well, Longbottom? Where’s Remus?”
“I think my friends already told you he’s gone on trip.” He replied with a sigh.
“I know that, what I want to know is where he is. I need to speak with him before his pregnancy becomes obvious…I still haven’t made the announcement to the press and I want for the both of us to do that before the wedding…after all…What?” Lucius growled when he saw the surprised look the Gryffindor was throwing his way.
“Are you serious, Lucius?” he asked. “I thought you guys had separated for good…and now you’re talking about a wedding?”
“That was just a misunderstanding, he caught me in an overstressed state and I couldn’t help telling him certain …contemptible…things. But I’m here to mend things between us now. He’s pregnant with my child and I need to take care of both of them…”
“Well I’m sorry to bring your plans to a stop, Malfoy.” Frank said, looking very pleased about what he was about to say. “Remus left the wizarding world over a month ago and we don’t know where he might be…he didn’t tell us where he was going , nor did he say when he would return…He’s gone…and I don’t think he’s planning to come back any time soon.”
There was a long silence while the blond seemed to slowly process this new information.
“You’re lying.” He hissed in a dangerous tone of voice.
“Nope, not at all…” He smiled. “He’s gone, Malfoy. Remus left you and left everything else so he wouldn’t have to look at your aristocratic face or have to put up with your insults ever again. I’m sorry I’m the one that has to tell you to cancel your wedding plans, and above all, to give up on the idea of giving my friend’s child your name.” Though Frank didn’t sound sorry at all as he continued. “His exact words were: ‘I don’t want anything from him, this baby became mine alone the moment he rejected it’, oh, he also said: ‘Lucius Malfoy should no longer exist for any of the Marauders, he’s dead and buried.’ That one’s my favorite part…” he laughed.
Lucius took in many deep breaths, trying to calm his temper, but he couldn’t help grinding his teeth and frowning, despite his attempt. His gentle wolf had said such things? Or was this Gryffindor simply trying to get him worked up? Deep down however, he knew it was true, for he had seen the hurt that had shone in those beautiful eyes after that fight in his office. Had he hurt him enough for him to leave him with this ultimatum to be delivered by his friend…? Everything seemed to point that indeed he had.
In silence, knowing that he would not obtain anything more in that place, he left the Marauder Mansion. He felt as if a black hole were forming in his heart, he didn’t want to believe it, but…something told him that if he tried to find his partner, he would not find him. Remus was very intelligent, and while that was one of the attributes he most admired in him…he now hated it; because he knew that if the werewolf wanted to hide he would do so in such away that not even him, with his extensive connections and money, would be able to find him.
He sighed as he got into his limo and asked the driver to return to the mansion. Regardless, he was going to employ a detective to find his missing lover. He couldn’t give up just because he felt it was useless and the words of that bunch of idiots. The man was pregnant with his child! And…!
And…
And now, seeing everything almost lost…he realized that he loved him, but perhaps that realization had come to late…
To be continued…
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Ezellahen
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Disclaimer: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.
WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. Therefore, we don’t want to hear any complaints later. There will be male pregnancy, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
AN: Author’s note
TN: Translator’s note
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Chapter 12: Finding What You Were Searching For
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“Then…Harry is here?” Remus asked with a blinding smile, his golden eyes shining with emotional tears. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Remus…but…” Regulus watched his partner cautiously, who was wearing an unusually somber expression.
“But what?”
“He is no longer Harry; he’s Ezellahen and my son.”
Remus’ mouth fell open in shock, insecure about what he should be feeling at the noticeable note of possessiveness and anger present in the elf’s declaration. A bit of tension was obvious in the room, but, thankfully, a few knocks on the door got everyone’s attention and Morë hurried to open it.
/“Professor! I brought my mommy to meet the stranger that came with the grandparents!”/
It was a smiling child, nine years of age, along with Elrohir. The werewolf had even felt the child’s presence before he’d even opened the door, a presence he would never forget, for Harry had been the first baby anyone had trusted into his care despite of his disease and he’d known from the very first time he’d held him in his arms, that he wanted a child of his own, even if there was a chance that the child might be born with the werewolf curse.
Remus smiled enchanted when he saw how beautiful and how much the child looked like his father, even with sweet Lily’s emerald-green eyes. He absently noted the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, but was more worried about making sure the child was all right. He saw him looking so healthy and happy that for a moment he felt betrayed and jealous that he called the elf accompanying him ‘mommy.’ Since he was familiar with the language he’d had no problem understanding what he’d said even though the elf was a male.
Elrohir, for his part, watched Remus with interest; there was something about the man that attracted him intensely. It wasn’t the attraction he would have felt if he’d found his mate, but something somewhat similar. It was more as if they shared similar sentiments or experiences that made them alike somehow. He knew Remus was a wizard, for as he made his way to this room he’d heard the comments made by his brother’s guests about him. Via a mental communication with his grandmother, she’d told him that she’d been to one to bring him to Rivendell. He had arrived at Lothlorien in the same way as Harry had arrived at that forest where they had found him.
He had a beautiful face, just as beautiful light-brown hair, almost blond. He now had an overwhelmingly tender look on his visage, but in his eyes he could see an intense hurt that absolutely broke his heart, and it was this pain that moved something within him. A sentiment of intense protectiveness rose within him, without really knowing why.
His son’s small voice broke him out of his thoughts concerning the wizard.
“Hello,” Harry said somewhat clumsily, since he was not accustomed to speaking in the language of men. “If I may, who are you?”
“My name is Remus Lupin,” he said, in a low voice due to the many emotions currently flooding his being. He extended a hand in greeting, which the child accepted with a radiant smile. He barely managed to contain a sob as he felt the small hand, so soft, almost like when he’d been a baby. You are so beautiful, little one.
“Oh...?” He inclined his head in confusion. “I have not met you before. Why did you come with the grandparents? Were you invited to the wedding..?”
A glare emanated from Elladan and the wizard was able to conclude that now was not the time to reveal the reason for his visit to Middle Earth.
“Right now he’s tired of traveling, Ezellahen.” Regulus said, seeing the signs of anger in his partner. “Why don’t you go back to playing with Elboron and Eldarion? We’ll answer your many questions later…”
“Mmmmm…” The child looked at the adults with suspicion. “All right, we’ll see each other later…”
When Harry left, everyone turned to look at Remus, something which made him very nervous indeed.
“Like I was saying before being interrupted, Mr. Lupin: that child has been adopted as my and my brother’s son, you will see that he even calls him…mommy.” He smiled crookedly, throwing his brother a glance. The wizard’s eyes moved to the other twin, they were truly like two drops of water, but he seemed to have an aura of sadness about him, completely opposite to Elladan, who shone with happiness.
“Aiya, my name is Elrohir of the House of Rivendell, a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled politely and approached to kiss the werewolf’s hand, making him blush. Elladan arched an eyebrow at the gesture and Regulus blinked in confusion.
“Remus Lupin. The pleasure is all mine,” the werewolf mumbled, a little embarrassed by the gallant greeting.
“Right…ahem…” The other twin coughed. “We need you to understand that we love this child as our own and we will not allow you to take him from us. We have raised him as ours and no one can simply come to take him…”
“But…he has a father that is worried about him in the Wizarding World, in all this time he has not given in to hopelessness, knowing that he would see him again someday. You can’t just…”
“He was the one that lost him to begin with! He’s here for a reason.” Elladan growled.
“That was an accident! A last minute attempt to keep him alive and safe!” Remus replied in desperation.
“And he’s safe here; there is no need to take him back to where they tried to kill him in the first place…”
“You can’t be telling me this!”
“Well, please…calm down.” Elrohir said, taking one of the wizard’s hands to caress it. “We can clear this up without fighting. Peace, brother,” He looked at Remus. “And you seem tired Remus, it is obvious that we will not come to an agreement any time soon. We can talk this over later and come to an arrangement.”
“Elrohir is right,” Regulus added. “All this stress in not good for your baby, Remus.” Elrohir’s eyebrows rose at that bit of information. “And we are getting married tomorrow, Elladan…” He took his fiancé’s arm. “I have no desire to have you be unhappy about anything. We will talk about this after the celebrations are done with. Remus isn’t in a hurry to return to England, he needs to rest; we’ll talk about all this later.”
“All right.” Elladan agreed reluctantly. “But for the moment, I prohibit any mention of the reason for your visit, to do so would only put pressure on my son.”
“I agree with you on that,” Remus said. “It is not my intention to force him into anything, even before arriving I had planned to introduce him to magic and his real family slowly. I had a hunch that he was with someone that had taken him in. I would like to tell him about his family and he would have to let me know if he wants to know the world he came from, if he comes to want that.”
“Perfect, then, if you could follow me please; I will take you to your room.” Elrohir said, taking Remus’ elbow and helping him rise with extreme care. Remus smiled at him timidly and followed his lead.
The remaining pair watched them leave with a bit of surprise.
/“What’s going on with your twin?”/
/“I don’t know, knowing him, who’s the mother hen, he should be the one most apprehensive toward the man, but this attitude is shocking to me.”/
/“Mmmmm…Do you think he’s attracted to Remus?”/ He asked as they left the room to make their way to their waiting guests.
/“I hope not… or my father will soon be screaming to high heaven.”/ Elladan replied with an impish smile.
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-Hall of Chambers in the House of Rivendell-
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“Here we are…I hope it proves comfortable.”
Remus gasped when he first glimpsed the room. Once his friends had convinced him to move in with them his quality of life had been dramatically improved; however, even so, his room back home was not as beautiful as this one. It was twice as big, completely white, with light-green curtains and a huge bed with a snow-white coverlet. The room was also decorated with unmistakably elfish beautiful and luxurious items. It was so lavish that he couldn’t help remembering the bedroom he’d used to share at Malfoy Manor with Lucius, dimming his eyes with gloom.
“I would like to know what has caused such a sad look to materialize upon such a beautiful face.” The elf’s soft voice scared him, he had almost forgotten about him in his scrutiny of the room.
“It’s nothing…” He murmured, wiping away a traitorous tear from the corner of his eye.
“I don’t mean to pry but I think it would do you good to share it with someone,” He took one of his hands and guided him to the bed in order for them to sit down. “It’s well known that sharing with another lightens a person’s sorrow…”
Remus looked at him for a long moment and without really knowing why, told him everything. Perhaps it was because this elf inspired inexplicable trust, or maybe he just needed to let it all out before he exploded and ended up harming his child in the process or perhaps because when he had told Frank about what had happened it had happened too fast for him to really find relief or perhaps he was just too hurt to care whether he revealed his sorrows to a complete stranger.
In the end, he told Elrohir everything, in detail, remembering Lucius’ words from that day, words that still haunted his dreams. He didn’t know how long they stayed there, or when the elf offered him a glass of water and a handkerchief to dry his tears, or when exactly he fell asleep upon the lap of the man that had become his confidant.
Elrohir looked out the window with the broken man still slumbering on his lap, watching the emergence of the first stars of the night, and running his hands gently through the light-chestnut tresses. He now understood why he’d felt so connected to this werewolf: they both longed for love. One suffered for the love that had broken his heart and the other for love that had yet to be found after so many years. Unconsciously, he hugged the other man’s body to his chest, feeling his protective instincts growing for this young man that had traveled to their world searching for a place for his child. However, that didn’t matter, he was sure he could help Remus heal his wounds before even thinking about returning, no matter now many years it took.
/“I still haven’t found you, but, for now, I will make sure that this man is once again able to smile without a hint of sadness …”/
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The next day Remus didn’t have the courage to look Elrohir in the face. When he woke up he found himself wearing only his underclothes and tucked under the bed covers, he had no memory of doing such a thing. Much to his horror, he remembered everything that had happened the day before and almost fainted in shame as he remember how he’d acted in front of the elf (an elf he barely knew), grief-stricken and destroyed. Still, the elf had acted as if nothing had happened, he simply watched the werewolf with eyes that projected understanding and solidarity; eyes that allowed the wizard to finally relax. That moment a kind of camaraderie developed between them. Everyone noticed it and were amazed, which is why Lord Elrond had to be calmed by his son, assuring him that the wizard was not his destined mate, but simply a good friend.
Now Remus found himself in the Hall in which the banquet was to take place. He watched with a smile how Harry and two other children his age played with the decorations, cunningly getting in the way of the staff. He still hadn’t had the chance to speak with him but he settled with knowing him to be well and healthy (much better than he’d ever imagined before his arrival). Besides, he still had to think long and hard about what he was going to say to him, without revealing his true goal.
“Remus Lupin, I presume.”
He turned his head to see an elderly man, perhaps even older than Dumbledore, with the same long white beard and weird hat.
“Yes…and you are?”
“Gandalf.”
The wizard’s eyes opened big as dinner plates.
“You are the Istar Gryffindor wrote about in his diary!” He exclaimed in admiration. “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir! I greatly looked forward to meeting you!”
“I’m happy to hear that, my boy.” He smiled. “Lady Galadriel has spoken of your strange arrival at our lands and I wondered if perhaps you would be able to teach me new spells. My apprentice, Morë, whom you know as Regulus, knew a few that I did not know, but I wanted to know if there had been any new spells in the time that he’s been here.”
“Definitely, the Magical World is always growing in that sense. I you would allow me…” He brought out his wand from within his clothes. He was dressed in elvish ceremonial garb which Elrohir had procured for him f or the festivities. It was golden in color, which complimented his eyes incredibly well and greatly enhanced his beauty. “I could show you the Patronus Charm…it’s relatively new.” With a turn of his wand he spoke the spell, but much to his consternation he was only able to produce a bit of what looked like white smoke. “What the…?” He tried again, with the same result. He was unable cast so much as a Lumus. “I don’t understand…I seem to be magically depleted.”
“Mmmmm…” The Istar murmured, stroking his beard. “I believe that I might have a theory, Remus. The same thing happened to my apprentice. The spell you used to come here takes a great amount of magic, thus exhausting you quite a bit. It took him two years to completely recover before he could use magic again.”
“Two years?! But…! I need to return much sooner than that!” He exclaimed in consternation.
“What is the matter?” Elrohir asked, caressing Remus’ elbow when he noticed him losing a bit of his control. Gandalf simply smiled at the gesture.
“I was simply telling him that his magic was exhausted. He should not attempt to use it for a long time, specially taking the little one growing within him into account, for he or she will also have need of that magic to survive. It’s quite a miracle that they are both in such a good condition considering the demanding requirements of the spell.”
By now the werewolf was pale as he stared at the Istar, thinking about how the spell could have killed his cub. Elrohir send Mithrandir a reproachful look and turned his new friend toward one of the nearest seats in order to get him to calm down again.
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Gardens
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/“Why so pensive, my love?”/
Legolas smiled as a pair of strong arms went around his thickened waist and exposed his neck to give his husband more room to kiss him.
/“I was thinking about something Morë told me a long time ago.”/ He murmured, letting out a low purr at his husband’s caresses. /“He told me that in his world there was a contraceptive potion, but he couldn’t make it here because he needed ingredients that were not available here…”/
/“And why were you thinking about that, right now precisely?”/
/“If I’m not mistaken the man that arrived with the elves from Lothlorien is from the same world as Morë. Perhaps he brought those ingredients needed for the potion. If this is the case when could ask him to sell them to us or something, it doesn’t matter…I just want that potion.”/
Much to his indignation, Aragorn started laughing at his declaration. He pushed away from the other man’s embrace and turned to glare at him, furious.
/“Don’t laugh! I’m serious, Aragorn!”/
“I know…”/ He smiled, once again taking his husband in his arms. /“It’s just that the note of desperation in your voice was a little funny. You talk if that potion was a matter of life or death.”/
/“Practically…”/ He grumbled and turned his face away from a kiss. /“I need that potion. I’m tired of always being pregnant…”/
/“Why do you say that? We love all of our children, right?”/
/“Tancave, Elessar.”/He sighed, resting his head of the taller man’s shoulder. “You just don’t understand me because you are not the one that’s been pregnant five times, counting this one. I love my children more than life itself and I would love to have more. But frankly, I need a bit of space. I would like to go at least five years without having another baby to take care of. I want to be able to spend more time with the ones I already have without a crying baby taking up all my time…And I have not been able to recover my normal figure! I’m just fat all the time!”/
/“I understand now, my love.”/ He murmured tightening his hold on Legolas. /“I promise you we’ll speak with the Wizard Lupin when all this wedding stuff ends, all right?”/ He said with a smile, kissing his forehead.
/“All right, Aragorn. I love you.”/
/“I love you too, my beautiful elf…even fat.”/
“ARAGORN!”
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-Magical World-
-Some time later
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Lucius was in his office, but was far from actually working. A month had already passed since his breakup with Remus, after that fight that happened in this very office. He had waited for the werewolf to look for him, but it had been in vain, he should have known, considering how sensitive the younger man was, that it will be quite a feat for him to have returned on his own. Now he felt like a caged lion, talking to a few wedding planners, Narcissa had taken care of all that stuff when they’d gotten married, for he had no idea how to go about getting everything done, but of course, he couldn’t do much with his future husband’s input.
He’d also talked to Draco, who, much to his surprise, had smiled from ear to ear, crying out in excitement and hugging him tightly…very un-Malfoy like conduct. He had told him he was happy to have Remus as his new dad and even happier to have a younger sibling. In fact, right after that conversation, Lucius had even gone so far as to decide which would become the baby’s room and, in a moment of weakness while at Diagon Alley, he’d bought a few sets for newborns in Slytherin colors.
“All right, it’s now or never…”
Finally, he stopped his frantic pacing of the office…he’d made his decision.
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-Marauder Mansion
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Neville frowned, looking at the picture he’d drawn. Two days ago he’d seen a beautiful plant growing in the garden, so he’d decided to try out the magical color pencils he’d been gifted with. It was just…maybe he’d gone a bit overboard with the green and red…his drawing looked nothing like what he’d originally imagined; the doorbell rang, pulling him out of his sulking.
“I’ll get it!” He cried out loud enough for his dad and uncles to hear him.
He ran to the door and as he opened it he arched a small eyebrow. Standing there was the cleanest man he’d ever seen, not that his family was dirty, just that usually whenever they got home they’d been out in hunting missions, thus their robes would be wrinkled and/or damaged, depending on what they’d had to do that day, along with dark rings under their eyes, their hair uncombed and somewhat dirty…such was the life of an Auror. Now this gentleman was dressed in impeccable expensive robes, with aristocratic features and long platinum-blond hair.
“Yes…?”
“Are you Longbottom’s son?” Lucius asked with an arched eyebrow, the child nodded. “I see…will you summon Remus Lupin please? Tell him Lucius Malfoy is here to see him.”
“My godfather Remus is not here. He left on a trip a few weeks ago and I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
“Excuse me?”
“Who is it, kid?”
A chilling cold gripped the child when Sirius Black came to see that Lucius Malfoy was standing in the doorway of his house. Neville shifted uncomfortably on the spot, feeling the tension between the two men.
“Eh…the gentleman is here looking for my godfather.” He muttered, wanting nothing more than to run to his room.
“You have nothing to do here, Snake.” Sirius finally growled.
“Yes I do, Black. I’m here for my partner and I demand that you tell me where he is. This boy says he’s on a trip somewhere.” The other man hissed.
“You demand?! Just who do you think you are to come to my home with such arrogance?!” He exclaimed, his hand going to his wand holster. “As far as I know, the last time you and Remus were together you broke up!”
“That was only a misunderstanding!” Lucius hissed with narrowed eyes, pushing Neville slightly as he tried to enter the house. “I’ve come to clear things up with him! We are a couple, you mongrel, so I suggest you start getting used to the idea!”
“It’s you who has to get used to the fact that he’s nothing of yours anymore! Much less now that he has left!”
“Where has he gone?! Just tell me and I’ll stop being a bother!”
“Whoa! What’s all this yelling?” A surprised voice asked. “Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Nothing you’ll be interested in, blood traitor.”
A new tension grew in the room when James Potter arrived. Seeing the clear signs of danger, Neville ran looking for his father, before his uncles and the strange man ended up poking each other’s eyes out.
The child scared his father half to death, who was already imagining finding three dead bodies in the sitting room. Well…that was an exaggeration, what he actually found were three grown men waiving their wands around, and glaring and shouting some very imaginative insults at each other. Doing the most Gryffindor thing he could think of, he interceded between Lucius and Sirius, when he saw the Auror about to utter a very hideous curse.
“Enough all ready!” He cried with indignation. “You are not at Hogwarts anymore!”
“This bleached blond was the one that started it!” James grumbled.
“And you collaborated!” Frank replied, moving to take away his friends’ wands. “Please go to the kitchen and take something to calm your selves. I’ll talk to Malfoy…”
“I have nothing to say to you, Longbottom!” Lucius hissed, his wand still raised. His opponents were no longer armed, but he knew from experience that these savages were liable to attack in the muggle fashion.
“Yes, you do, Malfoy. Remus asked me to tell you something before he left…”
“What?” Sirius and James growled, looking at their friend angrily. Lucius smiled confidently and lowered his wand, nodding in his direction to show he was listening.
“Guys, please…” Frank pleaded. “This won’t take long, okay? You can go.”
Reluctantly, the two animagi left the room, taking Neville with them and throwing one last glare in the Slytherin’s direction.
“Well, Longbottom? Where’s Remus?”
“I think my friends already told you he’s gone on trip.” He replied with a sigh.
“I know that, what I want to know is where he is. I need to speak with him before his pregnancy becomes obvious…I still haven’t made the announcement to the press and I want for the both of us to do that before the wedding…after all…What?” Lucius growled when he saw the surprised look the Gryffindor was throwing his way.
“Are you serious, Lucius?” he asked. “I thought you guys had separated for good…and now you’re talking about a wedding?”
“That was just a misunderstanding, he caught me in an overstressed state and I couldn’t help telling him certain …contemptible…things. But I’m here to mend things between us now. He’s pregnant with my child and I need to take care of both of them…”
“Well I’m sorry to bring your plans to a stop, Malfoy.” Frank said, looking very pleased about what he was about to say. “Remus left the wizarding world over a month ago and we don’t know where he might be…he didn’t tell us where he was going , nor did he say when he would return…He’s gone…and I don’t think he’s planning to come back any time soon.”
There was a long silence while the blond seemed to slowly process this new information.
“You’re lying.” He hissed in a dangerous tone of voice.
“Nope, not at all…” He smiled. “He’s gone, Malfoy. Remus left you and left everything else so he wouldn’t have to look at your aristocratic face or have to put up with your insults ever again. I’m sorry I’m the one that has to tell you to cancel your wedding plans, and above all, to give up on the idea of giving my friend’s child your name.” Though Frank didn’t sound sorry at all as he continued. “His exact words were: ‘I don’t want anything from him, this baby became mine alone the moment he rejected it’, oh, he also said: ‘Lucius Malfoy should no longer exist for any of the Marauders, he’s dead and buried.’ That one’s my favorite part…” he laughed.
Lucius took in many deep breaths, trying to calm his temper, but he couldn’t help grinding his teeth and frowning, despite his attempt. His gentle wolf had said such things? Or was this Gryffindor simply trying to get him worked up? Deep down however, he knew it was true, for he had seen the hurt that had shone in those beautiful eyes after that fight in his office. Had he hurt him enough for him to leave him with this ultimatum to be delivered by his friend…? Everything seemed to point that indeed he had.
In silence, knowing that he would not obtain anything more in that place, he left the Marauder Mansion. He felt as if a black hole were forming in his heart, he didn’t want to believe it, but…something told him that if he tried to find his partner, he would not find him. Remus was very intelligent, and while that was one of the attributes he most admired in him…he now hated it; because he knew that if the werewolf wanted to hide he would do so in such away that not even him, with his extensive connections and money, would be able to find him.
He sighed as he got into his limo and asked the driver to return to the mansion. Regardless, he was going to employ a detective to find his missing lover. He couldn’t give up just because he felt it was useless and the words of that bunch of idiots. The man was pregnant with his child! And…!
And…
And now, seeing everything almost lost…he realized that he loved him, but perhaps that realization had come to late…
To be continued…