Ferinus Consanguinitas

A/N Sorry this took so long, I have been having some personal problems that would probably make a pretty good fanfiction if I decided to write them down with different characters. Anyway, this chapter I'm not too happy with and I will probably be doing a rewrite here in the next few days.

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The air was stifling hot around him, choking the air out of his lungs with the intensity of the heat. Harry could hear voices as well, they were speaking all around him but he couldn't understand what they were trying to say. It was the same as when he had stood in front of the veil and he felt like there were things watching him, creatures waiting in the dark abyss. Lyra's body was cool in his arms compared to the air around him, Harry could feel Remus and Sirius there as well, but around him he only saw darkness. But as quick as it had came, the darkness began to recede, the air began to cool and the body in his arms sagged towards the ground as his vision returned. He released the spell on his eyes allowing him to see the moonlit valley that surrounded them. The grassy plain stretched on farther than he could see, a few white deer-like creatures ambled in the darkness, grazing on the supple shoots of grass. A painful whine brought Harry back from his visual explorations, Remus was rapidly changing into his were-form and Sirius was having trouble keeping his grip on the struggling man.

"Harry are you there? I can't see a thing." The man in Sirius' arms was thrashing in pain and Harry could see that his Godfather was losing his tenuous hold as the werewolf neared the end of his transformation.

"I'm here Sirius, you need to apperate to the village now, he is almost done changing." Sirius nodded in the direction of Harry's voice and with a pop he and Moony were both gone. Harry quickly gathered up Lyra's slack body, even in the moonlight he could tell her skin had turned an awful shade of gray. Taking so many people through the shadows had drained her of all her energy, it would be awhile before she was able to stand on her own again.

'Ok, three D's. Destination. Determination. Deliberation.' Harry thought as he tried to concentrate on where he was going. He had told his companions that he hadn't actually apperated alone before as they were planning thier escape from the world behind the veil. Remus was understandably worried about Harry's revelation, but Sirius and Lyra both had confidence in his abilities, but their shared belief in him caused another of their many arguments. Every conversation between the two seemed to turn into a fight, Sirius couldn't seem to get over her dark mark and Lyra was equally prejudiced from the stories she was told about the Marauders while she was apprenticed under Snape. No amount of mediation from Remus and Harry would stop their bickering.

Harry closed his eyes concentrating again on the image of the tower in the picture Lyra had made for them and with a tight hold on the dark haired woman, he vanished. The feeling of being squeezed through a small tube passed quickly and Harry opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by a circle of winged men. They all looked extremely agitated and he placed Lyra on the ground beside him so he could quickly grab his wand if necessarily. Their silvery wings were folded on their backs, broad chested with pale luminescent skin, many riddled with scars. Most of the men had on what looked like buckskin pants, but a few wore only loincloths. If Harry had not already discovered his attraction to the male figure with Draco, he would have differently been confused about the thoughts running through his head at the sight. It was a giant mass of winged eye candy, all ripped muscles and broad shoulders. They all carried what looked to be blowguns from a strap around their waists and had another strap of leather from hip to opposite shoulder that carried small silver darts with white feathers.

"Remus..... Moony wake up, I don't want to be alone again, please wake up. Harry?....Harry, please." Sirius was huddled over Remus unmoving form, his voice was unsteady and it sounded like he was crying. Remus had at least four of the small feathered darts sticking out of his chest and arms. Harry look cautiously to the creatures that surrounded them before crouching down next to Sirius.

"Harry are you there? I can't see, is Moony alright?" Sirius was reaching out to him and Harry brought his hands to his Godfather's.

"Shh Siri, he is alright, remember they had to make him sleep so he wouldn't hurt us." Harry knew that it wouldn't be easy for Sirius to get over his anxiety. He was completely alone for over a year, thinking all the while that he had failed Harry, all that time running over different ways that Harry could have been hurt or killed. Sirius had survived twelve years in Azakaban without going completely insane, but one year beyond the veil, knowing how much danger his Godson was in had pushed him over the edge.

Sirius let go of Harry and cradled the werewolf protectively into his arms, muttering under his breath and absently stroking Moony's fur. Harry stood and looked at the winged men who were staring at Sirius with disgust. The dark haired boy crossed his arms and stared at the creatures around him, waiting for some indication of their intentions. There was a shout from one of them men behind him and Harry could see other shadow demons coming out of the stone houses, older winged men and young boys cautiously moved towards the circle surrounding Harry. The young ones had no wings and a few bravely approached the ring of winged men to cling lovingly to their legs and waists, their amber eyes wide as they stared at Harry and his companions. A grating noise was heard, like metal on stone and the circle broke, leaving a wide space leading to the door of the tower. The tower itself was massive, its base circular in shape and at least as tall as the clock tower Harry visited in London with his class during Primary school. The stone was a dark gray color with silver filigree seemingly woven into the stone, it looked like written words, but in a language unknown to Harry. The massive door on the tower was slowly opening, its face seemed to be made of a singular piece of silver marked randomly with large gouges, claw marks. The door was now fully open and an old shadow demon stepped out. His body was sagging, hair gray and brushing past his shoulders, one of his wings was no more than a stump which caused him to bend his body to the that side to compensate for the lack. Behind him two other shadow demons lingered in the doorway, their stomachs bulging in the late stages of pregnancy. As the old man moved towards Harry the rest of the shadow demons bowed their heads in respect, but he didn't acknowledge them, his eyes passed from Harry to Sirius and Remus. His thin lips curled at the sight before he looked to Lyra, his eyes softened, a small smile forming on his wrinkled face before looking back to Harry.

"Fix her." the old shadow demon told Harry, pointing to Lyra's body. Harry nodded and pulled out his wand, a few growls could be heard from the shadow demons and more of the strange language spoken in clearly angry tones.

"Envenerate." Lyra's dark eyes fluttered open, she pushed herself slowly up. kneeling on the flag stones that covered the ground and took in her surroundings. She looked to Harry and let out a sigh of relief before locking eyes with the old shadow demon. She spoke what seemed like a greeting to the old shadow demon which he returned in a soft voice before turning around and calling out to the crowd. Two more shadow demons pushed their way through the circle, one seemed no older than Harry, his hair was a dusty brown color, copper highlights catching in the moonlight and his unmarred skin almost glowed. His face was kind and he smiled at Harry as he walked up, his yellow eyes and his long canine teeth making him look a bit feral. The other shadow demon looked to be in his late thirties and bore a striking resemblance to his younger counterpart, they were probably closely related. The older had a jagged scar marring his face though, cutting from the left side of his forehead, over the bridge of his nose and curving slightly as it went through his right cheek. There were two smaller parallel scars on either side of the large one, they looked like claw marks. Lyra continued speaking to the old shadow demon as Harry studied the world around him, he couldn't understand what she was saying, but the conversation was spoke in even tones. After a few minutes the old shadow demon bowed his head slightly to Lyra and she returned the gesture but with a much deeper bow, her long hair pooling on the paving stones, forehead nearly touching the ground. The old shadow demon turned to the crowd and spoke loudly and the group dispersed leaving only the two who had pushed their way through the crowd earlier.

"Harry, you and Sirius apperate these two to the meadow then come back for me and Remus." Lyra waved her hand towards the scar'd shadow demon and the young one at his side. Harry nodded grabbing Sirius' wrist and turning to the two shadow demons standing beside Lyra. He guided Sirius over and put his Godfather's hand on the scar'd one's wrist. The shadow demon grimaced with disgust as Sirius moved his hand to grab his elbow before apperating both of them away. The younger shadow demon reached out his arm and Harry grasped his wrist before concentrating on the image of the meadow and apperating as well.

The meadow was exactly as he remembered from the pensive memory of Draco's rescue, the trees surrounding the meadow looked ominous and Harry felt the need to hurry. He quickly grabbed onto Sirius' hand as soon as the scar'd shadow demon stepped away.

"We will be right back." Harry said to the other two males who were eyeing the woods cautiously, forgetting that they didn't speak his language, and he and Sirius apperated back to get Remus and Lyra. When they returned Lyra had collapsed on the ground, her eyes closed and seemingly asleep. Harry led Sirius to Remus and waited until he disperated before gathering Lyra once again into his arms. He took one last look around the now empty stone village, closed his eyes and apperated to the meadow once again. Growls and yelling greeted him as he reappeared in the meadow, at least six werewolves were pacing in front of the two shadow demons. Both had their wings outstretched, blocking the wolves from attacking Sirius who had his wand out, but could not see to aim at the werewolves. The shadow demons looked back as soon as Harry let out the first hex to try and push the wolves back. The older one grabbed onto Sirius and Remus, and the younger turned towards Harry and Lyra, wrapped his arms and wings around them both and the darkness claimed them once again.

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The entrance hall to the Manor was pitch black when Harry emerged from the heat of the shadows. The arms and wings around him unfolded and the young shadow demon eased to the ground, his face pale and tired. Harry put Lyra down on the soft carpet before pointing his wand at the shadow demon's eyes, 'Opacus Oculus'. The young man blinked his eyes rapidly, no longer able to see well in the darkness of the hall. Harry turned his wand to Lyra and cast the spell on her as well before turning to the other three occupants of the room, Sirius was clinging onto Remus, holding his friend as he completed his painful transformation back to being human. Sirius pulled out the silver darts from Moony's chest, the wounds leaving raised welts, before removing his shirt, transfiguring it into a full length robe and draping it over Moony's naked form. The scar'd demon moved over to sit by the younger one, checking him for any wounds before looking back to Harry. He cautiously approached them, pointing his wand at the older man's eyes, the shadow demon nodded his head and Harry whispered the spell. He cast it one more time on himself before lighting the room with another flick of his wand. The manor was eerily quiet, Harry wondered what time it was and quickly cast a 'Tempus' spell.

'2:48am August 1st, 1997'

"Wow, I'm seventeen now." Harry said out loud as he canceled the spell and walked towards the door leading to the study.

"Of course Harry, why did you think I was throwing you a party?" Sirius stood, moving away from Remus and began looking around the room.

"Truthfully, I though you were insane, which I suppose isn't that far from the truth." Sirius smirked and shrugged at Harry's joking tone. "I had forgotten it was my birthday, I was to busy working out plans to try and save Remus and complete the mission Dumbledore gave me, I guess I just didn't see it as important." Harry opened the door to the study, it was empty, but a few bottles of fire whiskey were spaced haphazardly around the table. Sirius walked into the room like he owned the place, picking up a half empty bottle of firewhiskey. He looked around for a clean glass on the table, but shrugged his shoulders instead and drank a large swig from the bottle.

"Everyone is probably asleep, do you know where we can get some food, that stuff the mini deatheater brought us wasn't very filling." Harry shook his head at his Godfathers behavior, and picked up one of the dirty glasses, with a wave of his wand it was clean and he handed to the older man.

"Would you stop calling her that Sirius, she risked her life to save us." Sirius snorted as he poured himself a glass before offering the bottle to Harry.

"She did it to save her own neck Harry." Harry took the bottle, trying hard not to slam it on the table as he put it down.

"Sirius, she purposely got captured by the Ministry so she could get sent to Azkaban and rescue Remus, that doesn't sound like saving her own neck to me." Sirius still looked unconvinced, but a voiced from behind him brought a smile to his face, both he and Harry went to the door of the study.

"Well it was a foolish course in the first place, you could have all been killed, you shouldn't have come for me." Remus was slowly getting to his feet, he looked like hell as he worked his arms into the transfigured robe and wrapped it around his naked body. Both of the shadow demons where looking at him with obvious hatred in their eyes and Moony slowly walked over to the study door and slipped inside.

"We wouldn't have left you Remus. What are you doing?" Harry and Sirius followed him back into the study and watched as he ran his fingers over the spines of the tomes on the shelf before pulling a book out and flipping through the pages.

"There was a translation spell somewhere in this book, I think it would be better if we could understand our two friends out there, ah here it is." Harry held his wand out to Remus, he took it with a tired smile and walked to the two shadow demons who seemed to be arguing with each other. They stopped talking as the werewolf came towards them, baring their long teeth in equal grimaces of disgust. Remus didn't seem to be effected by their disdain, Harry guessed he was used to it by now, what with all the werewolf prejudice in the wizarding world. Remus cast the spell on both shadow demons then turned to pick up Lyra.

"The dining room is this way, I'm sure a few of the house elves would be able to scrounge us up some food, I believe we will be needing our energy tomorrow when we have to explain all of this to the rest of the Order." The shadow demons looked bewildered that they could actually understand what Remus was saying. Harry and Sirius followed the werewolf down the hall and the soft footfalls behind them indicated their guests were following as well. They walked in silence until they reached the doors of the dining hall, Sirius moved in front of Remus to open the door.

"Well I guess your friends had the same idea that I had." Sirius laughed and Harry looked around the dining room with wide eyes. Banners and ribbons covered every surface, all with Happy Birthday Harry written on them just as before in Sirius' tower. There was a giant cake in the middle of the table, a perfect miniature of the Hogwarts quidditch pitch. Little men in full quidditch gear were playing on the pitch, but it seemed the enchantments were running out as they moved at an extra slow pace. Sirius transfigured a chair into a rather lumpy looking couch and Remus put Lyra down. The two shadow demons were looking at the moving figures on the cake with wonder in their eyes. A giant pile of presents was setup at the far end of the table and Harry walked over to them, tears threating. He didn't think they would make such a big deal out of his birthday. He ran his fingers across the bright bow on Hermione's gift, he knew it would be a book like usual. Harry hoped that she and Ron made it out of the ministry alright, and he turned around to go upstairs and check on them, but the sight of someone standing in the dining room doorway stop him.

"Harry?"