Ultimate Betrayal

Warning: Slash and bad language is within this story.


AN: I sure many thought I would wait to start Part Two , but I wouldn’t do that too any of you. Enjoy what happens with Wyatt/Aiden now that Wyatt has forced the truth out of Aiden. I know Wyatt was being a bit cruel however you‘ll understand in this chapter.


~parsel~
“talking”
thoughts/memories/flashbacks/ect.
*Magic/Wyatt*



Last chapter:


Tears were pouring down Aiden’s face as this point. “Yes alright. I was Harry Potter.” before collapsing into the floor.


Chapter Nine: Part Two




*Childling, go to him.* Magic demanded as she felt the pain rolling off Aiden.


Wyatt didn’t answer, went in front of Aiden’s fallen form and fell to his knees.


Gathering Aiden to him whispering. “I’m sorry Aiden. But I had to know. My whole self was demanding answers from you and I just reacted poorly.”

Aiden didn’t comment, he just clung to Wyatt as he cried. Over the lose of his parent’s. For keeping his former self from Wyatt and the betrayal of those who should have believed in him. When he stopped after several minutes. He felt numb, he couldn’t believe that Wyatt was still there, holding him. “Why are you still here?” came the hoarse voice of Aiden.

“Because, you’re mine. No matter what your name is?” Wyatt whispered as he lifted them off the floor and on to the sofa.

“I don’t understand. I lied to you. Most people would have left me just on principle.” mummered Aiden as he looked at his lap.

“You didn’t lie. Not really, when I first met you. Your name was Aiden Kage at that point and had no reason to trust anyone. Especially someone that could ship you back to England. “ sighed Wyatt, he was going to have to come clean as well.

“I knew you were not as you seemed. Magic had told me that you had fled England before receiving the Kiss. And that you were innocent of what ever you were imprisoned for. I had hoped that you’d came to trust me with your secrets. So I waited and today when I began to realize that you were Harry Potter. I guess I just over reacted.” Wyatt stopped to see if Aiden /Harry would say anything.

“You knew I had been in Azkaban and still let me stay here?” Aiden stated with confusion as he looked at Wyatt’s eyes.

“Yes, as I said Magic told me you were innocent. I didn’t see any reason not to let you stay.” Wyatt answered as he looked into those puffy eyes.

“There’s more isn’t there?”

“Well it could have also been the fact that magic stated you were my equal. And I wanted to keep you close as to find out if that was true.” sheepishly stated Wyatt.


“You what? And what do you mean by Magic stated?” Aiden was even more confused than before.

“Aiden or Harry, I don’t know what to call you now?”

“Aiden call me that. Harry’s dead, been dead for awhile.”

“Ok, Aiden I was chosen as the King of Magic by, well Magic herself. I hold Excalibur the sword of Arthur Pendragon. You weren’t born the night of my birth. It was the night that magic died. My birth was destined to bring new magic. A male child, twice blessed that would grow up to become the ruler of all magic and bring the magical worlds under one rule. “ Wyatt started to explain but was interrupted by Aiden.

“But you haven’t. I mean you haven’t brought all of magic under one rule.”

Wyatt smiled as Aiden began to relax again. “I’m still young yet. And if you haven’t forgotten , I not twenty-one and I still have to marry before I can completely fill my destiny. I‘ve already started by gaining America. Yes the Secretary still runs the wand welders. But they know of me and that both her and I make the decisions here.”

“Wait are you trying to tell me that we… that we have to, you know.” Aiden began to fidget.

“Marry? Yes we will at some point. But for that we both must completely trust one another. And that includes knowing about our pasts.” Wyatt stated with authority.


“Oh” Aiden paled. “Maybe you should find someone less damaged then.”


“You’re not damaged Aiden. You’ve been through some really bad things. And with the meeting today, and me pushing you. It’s just going to take some time. I promise, I’m not going anywhere and I’ll help you through it.” Wyatt stated with passion.

“Thanks Wyatt. You know for understanding.” Aiden said before blushing as his stomach growled.

“Come on, your hungry and I could eat. We can talk more about all this later.” Wyatt stood as he offered his hand to Aiden with a smile.


“Yeah later, much later.” Aiden remarked as he took the offered hand. Before being pulled into Wyatt’s arms to be orbed away in search of food.
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Britain


The war was in full swing and many people were beginning to lose hope. Albus Dumbledore was sitting in the office of Minister Fudge trying to get some help from the man.


“No Albus, the Auror’s that you already have is all I’m giving you.” snapped Fudge as sorted through some correspondence.

“It’s not enough Cornileus and you know it. I’ve been trying to get help from some people called the Charmed Ones. But they haven’t responded to any of my letters.” Albus stated harshly.

“And you won’t get them here Albus. “

“Why not, the Demon’s are afraid of them. They would be a tremendous help for the Light.” snapped Albus as he pulled his beard lightly.

“America is having their own problems. Because of Malfoy and You-Know-Who. They had went over to American soil and made allies with the Demons. And now I’m trying to find a way no to lose the Treaty between us and America. And so far I’ve got nothing.” growled Cornileus as slammed his fists down on his desk.

“Do you think that if I sent someone over to negotiate with the Secretary of Magic. Then maybe we could reach an understanding? “

“Albus, who would you send?” Cornileus asked in consideration. It could work he thought as he watched Dumbledore closely.


“Perhaps Sirius Black and Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt as well as Severus Snape. I’m sure between them we could get some help from the Secretary.”

“You want to send an ex-prisoner, a were-wolf, a spy and one Auror to negotiate with Secretary Jengens to help us. Did I just hear you correctly Albus or do I need to call my Healer?” Cornileus remarked shaking his head at the man before him.

“It could work. They would be the only one’s able to go. And you know it!” Albus stated calmly as he popped another sweet into his mouth.

“Fine I’ll set it up with the Secretary and let you know.” Cornileus stated as he waved his hand toward the door. Letting Albus know his time was up.
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Order of the Phoenix Headquarters


“You want to what?” Sirius Black questioned as he looked between Remus, Kingsley, Snape and Albus as he listened to the old man.

“I as well as the Minister want to send you four over to America. To try and get them to keep the Treaty between us and get us some help from them.” Albus stated with a twinkle in his eyes.

“What you’re saying is that the four of us are to negotiate with America. And get their help in this war. But what else? I know you’re fishing for something.” Kingsley snapped as he stood up and paced the room.

“He’s right Albus, what is your real reason for sending us into American territory?” snarled Severus and he pushed from the wall.

“I want you four to find the Charmed Ones and bring them here. By any means possible.” Albus demanded as the other four paled.

“What!” growled Remus as he stood up so fast the chair slammed to the floor.


“That’s right Remus. They are the only one’s the Demon’s fear. And we need them. Regaurdless if they come willing or not.” Albus snapped

“You’re going to get us killed old man. You can’t just kidnap people that want nothing to do with you or this war. “ snarled Severus as he walked out the door.

“He’s right Albus. If you want us to negotiate with the Secretary of Magic in America I will. But kidnap someone, I will not!” Kingsley announced as he too left the room in angry.


“They’ll come around Albus. This war is just getting to everyone.” Sirius remarked as he looked at the door the two had exited out of.

“I know Sirius, maybe I was a bit harsh about getting the Charmed Ones . Maybe if the Secretary allows it you get a meeting with them. And just asked for the assistance. “ Albus retorted as he bid them good day and left back to Hogwarts.

“This trip will be a disaster Padfoot. Mark my words.” Remus whispered as he too left the room. Leaving Sirius alone.

“Moony , you may be right.” Sirius whispered as he went toward the kitchen. None of the realizing there was another person in the room listening to everything the group had said.
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“Gran, Gran are you in here?” yelled Neville as he knock on his Grandmother’s bedroom door.


“Just a minute grandson.” came the voice of Madam Long bottom , before she opened the door. Almost not having the time to move out of the way as Neville pushed his way past.

“What has you in such a rush?”


“I was in the Library and I touched this portrait on the wall. Anyway it wasn’t a portrait at all. I found myself in this narrow corridor, so I followed it. It led to the room off the kitchen. To make a long story short, the Headmaster, Black, Lupin, Snape and Shacklebolt was in there having a discussion. The Minister is going to send the four of them to America and try to negotiate some Treaty. But the Headmaster wants them to kidnap some people called the Charmed Ones. Do you know what that means? Who they are?” Neville finally finished rambling to his Gran.


“If Dumbledore goes after the Charmed Ones with out consent. Then he will cause a lot of problems. More so than what we have now.” Madam Longbottom remarked as she pulled out a chair to sit.

“What do you mean, Gran?”

“ Let me explain, the Charmed Ones are three very powerful Wiccan
Witches. If those four actually manage to kidnap them. Let’s just say that the Charmed Ones will not be Dumbledore’s only problem. “ Madam Longbottom laughed as she try to picture Dumbledore’s face as he squared off with the ‘twice blessed’ child.


“What do you mean by not his only problem?”

“Never you mind Grandson, never you mind.” Madam Longbottom remarked as she ushered a confused Neville out of her room.


“You’re a fool old man, and if those four do what you ask. Then so are they . The plot deeps does it not?” she questioned to silent room before her.
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