Shadows and Orbs

WARNING: Fairly graphic slash!

Chapter 17

(At this point Draco does not know Narcissa is dead)

Draco squirmed as Fred's hand drifted teasingly across his mid-drift, the red head knowing full well that he was ticklish. Draco's face was pink from laughter and his breathing was heavy due to laughter, a smile was stretched across his face lazily and his blue eyes shone with happiness.

Draco was laid in their bedroom, which had a large bed in the middle; its sheets were white with green stitching of dragons on the soft material. Draco was sprawled out like next to Fred, who was lying on his side, his blue eyes looking down at the blond with love and amusement. A slight grin was on the red head's lips and his hand drifted teasingly over milky white skin.

Fred gave a deep chuckle, the baritone sound rushing over Draco making the Slytherin shudder with arousal. Fred splayed his hand on Draco's taut stomach and leaned down pressing his lips to the eager ones of his mate.

The kiss was full of passion and need; Draco opened his mouth letting Fred's tongue seek its way into the warm cavern and making Draco moan and grab Fred by the shirt and pull the taller man closer. Fred moved himself so he was laying on the smaller wizard, the younger one opening his legs to that their semi-hard cocks were brought together making them both cry out in pleasure.

Draco pulled away from the kiss, leaning his head back onto the pillow with his eyes closed tightly, and breathing deeply as Fred deliberately ground his hips down into Draco causing a wonderful friction for them both. Draco let out a soft moan, the sound causing Fred to stop moving other he would rush to completion and he wanted this to last as long as it could.

Draco gave a whimper if disappointment and opened his blue eyes which looked up at the older man with confusion and arousal in the depths. Fred leaned down gently kissed Draco; the soft massaging of Draco's lips against Fred's loving and warm between the lovers.

Fred moved his tongue into Draco's mouth and began thrusting it in and out of the wet heat, his hips mimicking the movements of the appendage. Draco mewled in delight and raised his own hips as much as he could, matching Fred's movements.

Fred pulled back when the need for oxygen came too much and rested his forehead against the blond's and began to frantically move his hips making Draco moan loudly. Fred moved his head down and began to suck on the pale skin of Draco's neck, desperate to leave a mark and taint the pure white skin.

Draco's blue eyes moved to the doorway and locked with another blue pair. Draco gave a moan as he watched his other mate stroke his own aching cock from the doorway, matching the movements of the couple on the bed, lust and desire written across George's face and Draco felt delight rise from his Veela side at being able to pleasure his mate so.

It proved too much for the blond and he came with a cry of ecstasy, shuddering as his orgasm ripped through him. George came with a shout into his hand from watching his young mate reach completion by his brother. Fred followed after and collapsed on top of his mate, Draco arms cradling him as the blond moved to stroke his back a smile on his handsome face.

George moved and climbed onto the bed looking down at the pair, a hunger written across his face. He moved one hand to brush away some hair from Draco's face and smiled.

"Next time you guys don't get to start without me," George whispered and Fred turned to look at his brother with a snort.

"You were too slow, brother," Fred retorted, "our mate needed to be pleasured."

"Shut up both of you, I'm trying to bask in post a orgasmic haze," Draco snapped without venom making both twins laugh.

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"H-H-Harry?" Sirius stuttered his blue eyes shocked as they looked upon the form of his godson. He took one step back as Harry rose fluidly from his seat.

Harry's mind was in shock, he had wondered so many times how he would tell Sirius the truth, how Sirius would react and never in his ponderings did he expect to run into Sirius this way. It was always on his own terms in his mind.

Wyatt stepped around the chair to Harry's side, giving him strength from his presence. His hand reached out and grabbed Harry's, lacing their finger together to show a united front to the man in who had meant so much to his mate.

Sirius looked at his godson, taking in the pale glow of his skin, the beautiful clothing that covered his small body, the green eyes which shone with power and the black tresses which fell around his pale face. Harry looked like he had never being in Azkaban.

There was an air of darkness around him, one that he did not like. It was true! Harry had joined Voldemort! Sirius thought with despair.

The man next to his godson was the opposite, tall, powerfully built, tanned smooth skin and golden locks which sat upon his head like a halo. His magic felt good and pure, why would this being be working for Voldemort? It was obvious he had some kind of relationship with Harry, so he must be some follower of the Dark Lord.

His blue eyes landed on Remus, who was looking at him with panicked amber eyes, but Sirius knew he was not shocked by their appearance of his Godson and the blond man.

"What is going on?" Sirius hissed looking between them all, his wand slipping into his hand.

Harry noticed this and couldn't stop the hurt from flashing across his face. Wyatt squeezed his hand and Harry gave a sigh and looked over at Sirius.

"Hello, Sirius," Harry said, his voice smooth and his eyes seemed to pierce through Sirius.

"Harry, you joined Voldemort!" Sirius shouted, raising his wand and training it on the wizard.

"Sirius!" Remus yelled out in a shaky voice.

"How could you, Harry! He murdered your parents," Sirius yelled.

"You don't know me as well as you thought you did," Harry spoke softly.

"You admit it!" Sirius shouted.

"I simply said that you don't know me," Harry said calmly, though on the inside he was a storm of emotions, "you never knew me."

"Harry, I know that I love you, you are my godson, someone who I broke out of Azkaban for," Sirius yelled, anguish written across his features.

"NO! You broke out to go after Wormtail, not for me. If that was the reason you would have broken out well before that," Harry snapped, hurt showing in his green eyes.

"I want you to listen carefully, My Black," Wyatt said, his voice cold and his magical beginning to crackle around him making Sirius stumbled back. Even Remus had taken a step back, only Harry seemed unaffected.

"You will not speak to Harry that way, he has being through a lot. When you ought to have protected him you did not, on more than occasion!" Wyatt began, his voice was low and deceptively calm yet his magic was growing and Sirius was beginning to understand that this man did not loose in a fight.

"He did not join Voldemort, and he was framed and sent to Azkaban. You should know how it feels to be framed for something you did not do," Wyatt continued, his magic smashing into objects around the room making the older men jump, while Harry looked around at it all chaos dancing his eyes.

"We will deal with your issues later," Wyatt snarled, finally letting emotion into his voice, "we have someone who needs out help."

Wyatt's magic died down and he looked over at Remus who was crouched down on the floor.

"What were you saying?" Wyatt commanded the man to continue. Remus stood up shakily shooting a glare at Sirius for pissing off Wyatt, although his mate didn't know that Wyatt was a King his power was obvious to anyone.

"Draco and the twins," Remus said shakily. Harry shot Remus a small smile, yet his eyes showed confusion.

"Draco? Malfoy? Why is he associated with the twins?" Harry asked.

"Draco is a Veela, the twins are his mates," Remus explained, "Draco means Dragon and the flames could mean the twins, and they have red hair and have fiery tempers."

"You are right…may we speak with Luna?" Harry questioned.

"NO! You may not," Sirius snapped and stepped back when Wyatt looked at him.

"It's alight, Dad," a voice called from the doorway and they turned around to see Luna standing at the doorway a dreamy smile on her face.

"Luna," Harry greeted, Luna smiled wider and walked into the room.

"The wicked Light is going to hurt the little Dragon and the flames will not burn bright anymore," Luna said as she swayed he head to the flames in the fireplace.

"We need to find them," Harry said to his mate.

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The place was as lonely and desolate as ever, the sky was permanently a bleak grey and the area was dead. Everything was a shell of its former self. The area felt like a graveyard. As if one word would somehow shatter the strange silence which covered the place so completely that one would think they had gone deaf.

The building itself was in a state of disrepair and though one may have being able to perceive it was once a true place of power, and there was a sense of power still, yet it was only an echo of what it was.

The only sound that was able to reach the place was from inside the building. The fortress, with its maze of corridors, could not stop the sound from reaching beyond the locked door which held its captive.

Blue eyes shone with sadness, sobs came from the dry cracked lips of a broken man. His thin frame was curled into a ball, shaking with sadness and misery.

Green eyes looked upon the figure, no emotion within those green orbs. The face in which those eyes belonged to was smooth and showed no emotion, except for a curling of the lips which read distaste to the figure on the bed.

"You know Chris, every time I come you cry, aren't you happy to see your baby sister?" Melinda Halliwell questioned her tone mocking, cutting through the man painfully who remembered a sweet voice of a young child who would need to be reassured that her big brother had missed her.

Chris gave no motion he had heard her, and continued to cry, his very mind almost breaking with the desolation that had sent in since she had arrived a day ago.

"I though you would like to know what has being going on," Melinda continued, her voice becoming cheerful. Chris turned his blue eyes on her, taking in her position against the door. She was leaning against the wood, one hand on her hip; the other held an athame in it which was being twirled expertly. A skill she had learnt from their aunt.

"Mom is depressed, she has taken your 'death' so hard, and Dad is not doing much better. Yet even with you not there it seems you are still their main thought. Even their precious Wyatt is always on their minds," Melinda spat her words out, rage filling her being.

Chris felt a small sense of satisfaction that Melinda had tried so hard to get what she wanted, yet even with himself and Wyatt out of the way she still was a second thought to his parents. What did she expect? For Piper and Leo to forget their sons and simply move on? Chris let out a wheezing laugh and screwed up his eyes in pain as a barking cough which sent pain racing through his weak body.

Melinda glared at her brother pushed away from the door, stalking over to the bed and stood over the man. She grabbed his dirty and face and pressed the tip of the athame to his cheek. With a smile she dragged it down the skin, leaving a red trail in its wake.

She leant down and looked into his blue eyes, which held so much pain she smiled gleefully on the inside. Her green eyes landed on the blood trail which was now dripping down his face. Moving the athame away she leaned forward and licked away the warm red liquid and pulled back smirking at Chris.

"I'll visit tomorrow, brother," Melinda said and pushed the weak man and back strode from the room after the opening the door with a wave of her hand. The lock still back ominously and Chris felt his soul break just a little bit more with that sound. She had used his power of telekinesis.

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Draco pushed a few boxes onto the shelf, smiling as he heard the twins laughing a few isles over in the store. The shop had just shut and the twins were stocking up for tomorrow. Draco had been enlisted to help when he had arrived.

The door opened and closed, making the little bell above the door squawk, Draco looked up and froze. Stood before the door in all his glory was his Father, looking every inch the Lord he was. His icy demeanour was wrapped around the man and his blue eyes bored into his son.

"Father," Draco said quietly.

"I am most disappointed, Draco," Lucius began, his tone quiet yet Draco shuddered at the coldness in it.

This would not end well…

TBC…

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The name Lucius means light which is why Luna calls him Wicked light.