Ezellahen

TN: I'm so sorry for posting this late but I caught a nasty case of the flu and I'm still recovering. Also, as I'm sure most of you have figured out, I suck at writing/translating sex scenes so I hope you forgive my ineptness and enjoy anyway! =)

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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.

This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.

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Chapter 13: A New Life

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-Wizarding World

Lucius looked away from the window and looked tiredly to the door when he heard a few soft knocks. He knew who it was and to be honest he really didn't want to see him right now. Still, he had already postponed this talk for much longer than he should have.

"Come in."

Draco Malfoy entered his father's private office with a furrowed brow. He greeted his father courteously and sat before him. They sat there for a long moment in silence, the younger Malfoy wringing his hands against his legs, unsure about how to begin. He was well aware that his father's disposition had not been the best for many days now.

"Father…I…I would like to know what happened with Remus. Didn't you tell me that he would be coming to live with us…?" He asked hesitantly.

"I did say that, Draco." He sighed. "Unfortunately, those plans did not turn out as I had expected."

"What do you mean?" Draco frowned. "Does he have something else to do before coming? Didn't you wish to marry him before my sibling is born? I haven't seen your announcement in the Prophet either."

Lucius sighed again and massaged his temple. He snapped his fingers and summoned a house-elf to bring him a bottle of whiskey. Ever since that day at the Marauder home he drank at least a bottle of firewhiskey a day. Draco knew this and the child couldn't stop his innards from twisting with a rising premonition of doom. His father was strong and proud, something very bad must have happened to make him act like he was.

"Before I say anything, there is something you should know, son." He murmured, tasting his whiskey. "It all started the day Remus told me he was pregnant…"

Half an hour later, Lucius turned his face away, unable to gaze at the naked fury in his son's eyes. He had known this would happen, which is why he had so avoided this conversation. Now he was seeing his worst fears realized, Draco was clearly angry for his treatment of a man he already saw as a parent.

"I can't believe you did such a thing!" The young blond finally exploded. "I thought you loved him! I'm not surprised he isn't here!"

"Watch your mouth, young man," he hissed. "I'm your father and you won't raise your voice to me, nor do you have the right to judge me. I told you my actions were due to adverse circumstances and…"

"I don't care! You always do things wrong!" He accused, rising from his seat. "First with mother! She left because you never gave her the opportunity to fall in love with you! I've had to live being tossed from one place to another because of it! Sharing my affection with people that loath each other!"

"Your mother didn't give me an opportunity either!" Lucius growled, disconcerted by his son's accusations. "And you know it was for the best! She and I would have never gotten anywhere!"

"Fine, fine…perhaps that is so. But we'll never know, now would we?" He said with a sarcastic smile. "Now the same thing will happen with Remus, I'll never know the love of a parent, of someone that would give me their love with no strings attached. Because that's what I felt with him, a love that my own parents didn't know how to give me." He said bitterly, his father's eyes opening wide as he did so. Did his son really feel this way? "And worst of all…I have always wanted a little brother or sister…and now you have taken even that away from me because of your stupidity."

"Draco! How dare you?!"

"I dare because it's the truth! You always put your stupid ideals first and never think about how much you hurt people…! Now Remus has left…most likely for good…" He shook his head. "I can't believe you did this to someone that truly loved you. I guess Malfoys are just not made to give or be loved…"

"Don't say such foolishness, Draco…it's not like that."

"Oh? So do you really believe that Remus will return to you on his own? I'm sorry to say I must disagree with you, Father. You hurt him…you're an idiot."

"Enough!" He roared, smashing his whiskey glass against the nearest wall; angry to hear his shortcomings from a ten year old child. "You are no one to judge me! I have told you what you had wanted to know, now get out of here Draco Malfoy!"

"Yes, I'll leave. I don't want to be near you, because unlike most children…I don't want to be like my father." He snarled with disdain before leaving the office with an angry air.

Lucius saw his door slam, incredulous before his son's words. He fell into his chair and buried his face in his hands, gasping in pain.

"I'm sorry, Remus, Draco…my unborn son…everyone's right…I'm an idiot."

From that day onward, the relationship between the father and son was never the same again.

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He entered the apothecary growling. He had no idea why he'd done such an idiotic mixture, it was obvious how incompatible both ingredients were, and fortunately his reflexes had ensured that the explosion only caused minimal damage. Now he had to buy everything again since it had all been lost. Damn…At least he knew he was close to finishing the improved version of the Wolfsbain Potion and that much closer to getting it patented.

"I want everything on this list and be quick about it." He ordered. The vendor nodded without getting offended, well used to Severus Snape's harsh manner.

"What's the hurry…Professor?" A sarcastic voice asked behind him.

The black-haired man eyes' narrowed and looked at the person that approached him from the corner of his eye. It was a redhead, about the same height as the professor, with beautiful blue eyes and a splendorous smile.

"Unlike you, I actually have work to get done." He replied in a low tone.

"Oh, but I have much work to do as well. In fact, I have been offered a very tempting post in Egypt."

Severus frowned as he watched the salesman return.

"Good, congratulations." He didn't sound at all sincere. "Add this to my tab. Until next time," he said before turning around and leaving.

He walked until reaching the alley next to the corner in which the apothecary was. Soon, he heard footsteps approaching and smiled as he uncrossed his arms. Said person reached the alley, walked inside and didn't hesitate to grasp one of his hands and brusquely pulled him into an embrace, holding him tightly against his own body. At the same time they joined in a passionate kiss, exchanging bites, sucking on each other's tongues and caressing each other with their hands.

"Is it true…?" The older man asked with a whisper.

"What? About Egypt?" The redhead asked while he played with the black collar of his lover's robe. "Yes, my boss told me at Gringotts this morning."

"Will you go…?" He asked and squeezed his lover's waist a bit harder.

"I don't know, Sev. If it had happened three months ago I would have accepted without a second thought…" Blue eyes met black. "But now…"

"This is an excellent opportunity, William."

"First of all, don't call me William. You know I hate it and second…I know, but…" He buried his red head in the older man's chest and Severus lowered his nose to better smell his lover's unique scent. "It would be a full time job. I wouldn't have time to come to England…and with your job…we would barely see each other."

"You shouldn't refuse such a good offer just because of me."

"Do you want me to leave..? Knowing we won't see each other for a long time?" He asked with a murmur, tensing as he waited for the answer.

"No." He answered without hesitation.

Bill relaxed, smiled and made himself comfortable in his lover's strong arms.

"I know we have only been together for a short time, Severus, but…I don't think I could see what life has to offer without you. I don't want to leave for such a long time…If I do, we would only see each other in the weekends and…"

"Ssshhh…" Severus silenced him with a kiss. "We will think this through carefully, before you make a decision, all right? Don't worry about something like this…It's not a life or death matter after all." He said with a rare tender smile, for he couldn't respond in any other way. As young as he was, his redhead had a tendency to drown himself in a glass of water for the most trivial of matters. Not to say that this wasn't important, but it wasn't something to lose one's head over either.

"Are we going to your place now?" The younger man asked with a smile, his attitude animated once again. Severus' presence always helped him think clearly.

"I have work to do," he said, narrowing his eyes, knowing exactly what his lover's smile meant.

"So..? I just want to keep you company." He asked with feigned innocence. Snape grunted and pulled him into a passionate kiss. They spent a long time tasting each others lips before separating. "Fine. Let's go. I'll leave first."

Each one went their separate ways, neither wishing for others to know the type of relationship they had, especially Bill's parents, who would have a heart attack if they found out their eldest son was dating the infamous Severus Snape.

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-Prince Manor

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Just like he'd thought, Bill convinced him to head directly for the bedroom (he didn't have to try all that hard either). Clothes starting flying while still in the hallway so that by the time they made it to the bedroom they barely had their underwear on. Not that either of them cared, after all, Severus lived alone, along with five house-elfs.

They fell on the bed moaning as they felt their naked bodies touching each other. All this had started like this: They had run into each other in a wizarding bar a few months ago, during a celebration of the fall of You-Know-Who. Bill had been with a few co-workers and had noticed Severus the minute he'd walked into the bar. He had always been attracted to the Potion's Master demeanor and that night he hadn't been able to contain the impulse to approach him and start a conversation, much due to the vast amount of alcohol already floating around in his blood.

As soon as Severus' black eyes had come to rest upon the redhead, he'd growled at him to leave, but Bill refused and they had ended up drinking together until their inhibitions went out the window and had ended up in bed that same night.

Being who he was, Severus thought it would just be a one night stand. He clearly did not know the Weasley's determination; for once he saw something he wanted he didn't give up until he had it. And so they started a relationship which began merely based on sex, but which now involved much stronger feelings.

"Mmmmm."

The older man descended leaving a trail of kisses on the chest of the young man beneath him until he reached his prominent erection. Before taking it into his mouth, he stretched out his hand to reach the lubricant and spread some of the viscous substance on two of his fingers.

"Sev…hurry up." Bill moaned, lifting his hips to show his urgency.

The older man smiled and took the redhead's penis into his mouth, beginning to suck as one of his fingers prepared the younger man's entrance. Bill yelled, burying his hands in the black hair (not greasy since he wasn't at Hogwarts and since he'd been going out with Bill, Snape actually took care of his hair) and thrust his hips to meet the rhythm of his lover's mouth.

Quickly, orgasm hit the redhead at the same time as his entrance had been completely prepared. This is why Severus didn't give him a chance to recover his breath, raising the younger man's legs onto his shoulders and pushing his member in slowly.

"Mmm…Severus…you're so big." Bill moaned, making the older man smile haughtily. "Idiot…" Bill scolded when he saw his self-satisfied smile.

As punishment, Snape finished thrusting into the Gryffindor a single push, making him open his eyes wider and yell in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You shouldn't insult me while I'm making you mine, my lovely." Severus purred, placing his lips upon his lover's but without really kissing him.

"You're cruel," Bill murmured, wrapping his hands around Severus' neck. "Which is why I like you…now move."

Severus smiled and began moving within his lover. This time he did kiss the younger man while their bodies moved trying to reach ecstasy. The sound of skin and heavy breathing was all that was heard for a many minutes, until their bodies reached the limit of their endurance and both came at the same time.

The potions master lowered his lover's legs from his shoulders slowly and laid down next to his partner. Both were sweaty and breathing hard, such was the impetus behind their sexual encounters.

"You are the best," Bill purred, snuggling into his lover. "You see..? This is why, among other things, that I don't want to leave."

The redhead pouted cutely and Severus could not help smiling and pulling him close to kiss those swollen lips.

"But you're a distraction to my work…" he scolded playfully.

"Tsk, don't lie, you know you like it." He muttered as he placed his head on the others chest. They stayed silent for many long minutes, simply enjoying being together. It was the redhead that broke the silence, "I don't know if I want to leave…"

"I already told you not to worry about it," he kissed his head. "We will find a way to figure out what would work out best for us."

Unknown to either of them, in that very moment, the perfect excuse was being created, and it would decide the future…for the both of them.


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Middle Earth

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Naurëa (golden wolf) watched with a smile while Harry (he continued to be Harry to him) played with his strange white pet; a strange mix of a rabbit and…something he couldn't decipher. His hand stroked his swollen belly tenderly, in which he carried his baby, now five months into his pregnancy.

Since his arrival he'd told Harry very little about his true intent. He had immediately noted how attached he was to these elves that he considered family and while his best friend might miss his son terribly, he didn't have the heart to tell the child that he'd only come to take him back to the wizarding world. It was for this reason that he had only told him about his own life and how things worked in the world of wizards.

"Ok, Mokona!" That was one word he'd picked up from Remus, 'OK.' Also, in deference to the wizard, he spoke the tongue of men when he was with him, since his Quenya was too complicated for the werewolf to understand a majority of his words. "Time for sweets!"

"Poo! Poo!" She said nodding enthusiastically.

Before, moments like this had shocked Remus, but now they seemed normal…though it was still surprising. Obediently the pet, very much resembling a plushy, opened her mouth very widely and allowed Harry to extract three cream-cakes with small fruits, a tea pot, and three tea cups.

"Would you like to join me, Master Naurëa?" He asked cordially.

"Eh…yes, of course." He smiled, coming out of his amazement. In the past he'd tried to calculate how the strange creature was capable of such a feat. But Gandalf had simply smiled at him and had told him not to bother trying. Mokona was magical and that was all he needed to know.

Harry served the tea on the small table his pet had conjured from the red gem it had on its forehead and at the moment all three of them were seated on child-sized chairs and sharing tea along with the cakes. Remus smiled when he saw the child was giving him sidelong glances every once in a while, whenever he thought Remus wouldn't notice.

/"Whatever it is Ha…eh…Ezellahen, you can tell me."/ He said cautiously, thinking each word before he spoke it, still, he couldn't help faltering when it came to the child's name.

"Hn…" he muttered, leaving his cup on the table. "You and my parents have been acting strange…" He looked at him through narrowed eyes. "What are you all hiding from me? I know it's something about the world you and my new dad, Morë, come from."

"I'm afraid you're right." Remus said, looking at the child solemnly. "We don't wish to tell you what it is for now, it's a delicate issue, but you are very close to the truth Ezellahen."

"I want to know…I need to know what it is that has you all so uncomfortable. I know that Daddy Dan doesn't exactly like you." He frowned, "Quite the opposite from my mommy. Anyway, I want to know…"

"It's not easy to speak about this, Ezellahen." Remus said seriously. "But if you wish to know, the only thing I have to tell you is that two of my best friends, James Potter and Sirius Black…are your father and godfather, respectively.

Harry's choked on his next breath and looked at the older man in astonishment.

"Poo?" Mokona looked at her owner with worry and confusion.

/"And is there any particular reason why you have come here?"/ His nervousness was obvious when he resorted to speaking in the language he was most comfortable with.

There was a long silence while Remus tried to better understand the question and the possible answer, since he would have to reply with as much tact as possible. He didn't want to traumatize the child or enrage the parents. However, he was aware that the twin elves had given him permission to speak about this if Harry brought up the subject, if the need to know grew within him.

"To be honest I came to this world to bring you back with me." Harry rose swiftly from his seat looking horrified. "Please sit down, I'm not yet finished." He said with a calming smile. Hesitantly, the child obeyed. "I had a very powerful reason for wanting to come here, so I did. Your father has been devastated since you left and has been looking for you ever since without success. But he never lost hope and a few years ago we found some manuscripts that raised the possibility of finding you and… here I am."

"But I don't want to leave…"

"I'm not saying you have to, dear." He hurried to reassure as he took Harry's small hands between his own. "That was what I had planned before I arrived here…It would not be to your benefit if I were to take you back." He smiled. "All this time I've been able to see how much you love your…adoptive…parents it's obvious that your love is returned. I would not have the heart to kidnap you or anything like that."

"So what's going to happen now…? Are you going to try and convince me to leave?" He asked, somewhat curt.

"No, Ezellahen, I would never force you to do anything…nor would the elves allow me to." He winked. "I only wish for you to allow me to tell you about your father's life, your godfather's…even your mother's, Lily Evans. Afterward you can decide if you want to meet them or not, after all, you have two years before you have to decide…I won't recover magic until then, you see.

The child remained silent and frowned while he thought about the proposal. He looked at his pet and she looked back at him, it looked like some sort of telepathic communication was taking place between them, until Harry finally focused his green eyes on the older wizard.

"And she…was she pretty?" He finally asked.

The werewolf smiled from ear to ear and started telling him the story of how their parents met, stopping every now and then to answer the child's occasional question.

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Elrohir knocked softly on the door of the newest member to the House of Rivendell, after the wedding ended Remus had spoken to the Lady of the Wood and had told her he would remain there to continue with his mission. The bedroom he used when he first arrived then became his own permanently. Truthfully, he was uncomfortable living off someone else's generosity, but the elves had assured him that they would find a task for him after he had his child. For now, all he had to worry about was making sure his pregnancy went without a hitch.

"It's open!" came the reply from within.

The elf entered and saw the wizard in front of the bed, looking at something upon with a steady gaze.

"You have to get used to using our language, Remus." He scolded gently. "Someone might not understand those two words and would wait until you opened the door."

"Yes, yes…I'm sorry."

"What are you doing…?"

Remus' smile was dazzling to the twin, for it truly was beyond brilliant.

"Look," he said, showing him the set of small elvish clothing. "The (female) elves that work in the kitchen made it for my baby." He caressed his belly. "It's the first set of clothes that I have for him…Obviously, I brought something with me, something I bought before coming here, but it's not the same as having something elvish. It's so delicate and soft…"

Elrohir couldn't help put smile at the other's dreamy smile. Clearly, he was thinking about the moment when he would have his child in his arms. He approached Remus with care and sat on the bed. He then raised one of his hands and placed it upon the pregnant man's swollen belly without hesitation. They looked each other in the eyes for a few moments and smiled.

"They are spoiling you too much. I have it from a reliable source that they come everyday to bring you something sweet or salty." He smiled with a shake of his head. "They are enchanted with you…and I think it's because it's been a long time since there's been any children or pregnant people in this house. Ezellahen himself was already a year old when he arrived and it's not the same thing. Women like newborns…"

"They won't stop pampering him regardless," he laughed, sitting next to the elf on the bed. "You can't blame me for accepting this sort of treatment without remorse, I'm sure my pregnancy would be quite different in my own world…"

"Don't think about that," he hurried to say, caressing his cheek when he saw the melancholy look that was slowly taking over his friend's features. "You are here now, it's pointless to think about the past…"

"You're right!" Remus smiled, interlacing his fingers with the ones caressing his cheek. "Have you come for any reason in particular?"

"Ah, yes…" He half-closed his eyes. "By any chance, do you happen to know why my son has been pensive the whole day today..?"

Remus smiled somewhat guiltily.

"Ezellahen is very perceptive for someone his age, Elrohir. And this morning he told me he wanted to know the real reason I'd come to Middle Earth…and had to tell him.

The elves opened wide and then he frowned.

"I see…"

"There is nothing to worry or be angry about." He said quickly, feeling the tension in his friend's body. "I told him everything like we'd already discussed, that the choice is his…that I won't force him…that I would answer his questions and…"

"It's all right, Remus!" He reassured with a smile. "I'm not angry…just…it happened sooner than I had expected, that's all. How did he take it?"

"Like a perfect little prince." He smiled, resting his head on the elder one's shoulder. "Very mature, but curious, he didn't blow up or scream at me like I had thought a child his age would have done once he learned my true intentions coming here. You two have raised him well…"

"Thank you," he smiled, kissing the top of Remus' head.

They stayed like this, watching nighttime fall upon Rivendell, until they were summoned to join the rest of the household for dinner.

To be continued…