Shadows and Orbs
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
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13,276
Reviews:
24
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Currently Reading:
6
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Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Draco took a step back, fear beginning to rise within him as he looked at his Father. He had always feared Lucius Malfoy, a true Pureblood Lord and the Right-Hand of Lord Voldemort.
"Draco, I raised you better than this," Lucius said, his voice taking on a dark purr, which usually sent people running for the hills.
"You didn't raise me," Draco hissed wondering where his mates were.
"I did raise you, Draco. I raised you to be my heir not consort with Weasleys!" Lucius spat, his voice still quiet.
"I don't get to choose who my mate is, you of all people should have understood that and prepared yourself in case it was someone you didn't like," Draco retorted.
"They are Weasleys, Draco, not your mates," Lucius said, as if trying to convince his son.
"They are my MATES," Draco hissed.
"They are nothing to you," Lucius said and drew his wand. Draco tensed and threw himself to the side when a purple light erupted from his Father's wand. The light hit the bookshelf with a crash as Draco rolled into a crouch and his wand slipped into his hand.
At the crash, Fred and George went tense and drew their wands, moving stealthily towards where the crash had come from. They had heard the door but trusted Draco to take care of it.
Moving quickly towards their mate they peaked round the shelves to see Draco crouched, his wand pointed at his Father. George motioned for Fred to go left and round the shelves so he would appear behind Lord Malfoy.
George moved forward while waving his wand at some of the products in the shop, they were joke products but the Twins knew how to use them to disable an enemy.
George looked at his mate, the blond was a whirl of motion, his training and skill apparent in his duel, every curse and shield created was done to repel those thrown at him. However, Lucius Malfoy had taught his son duelling so he knew every move his son would make.
For every curse blocked one got through causing Draco to duck and roll while trying to keep spells of his own heading towards his Father. George moved out after seeing Draco get hit again, sending him bumping into the shelf.
Whispering the first curse that came to mind, George watched as it flew at Lucius Malfoy drawing the blond's attention to him. Chancing a glance at Draco he could see a flash of relief in the blue eyes and looking at back at Lucius he could see rage in the eyes that were so similar to Draco's in colouring.
Sending the blond a cheeky grin he darted to the side throwing a curse as he moved, the shelf behind exploded loudly making George wonder if anyone outside would be coming to their aid but as quickly as the thought came it vanished, Lord Malfoy would have cast some charms so that they wouldn't be noticed.
Lucius Malfoy couldn't believe the little wretch was fighting him; his unskilled movements though were admittedly effective, if not unorthodox, his creativity making up for his lack of training and experience. The redhead was definitely intelligent. Deciding to end this quickly, Lucius shot out a spell at the shelf were his son was leaning, wand grasped tightly in his hand. The shelf gave a groan and Draco froze. The shelf fell forward to George's horror and Draco gave a shout of pain as the shelf smacked into him, both tumbling to the floor.
The silence that filled the shop was broken by cries from the twins., one from Fred who raced from behind Malfoy to their mate. Two hate filled gazes were fixed on the pure-blood Lord who was stood calmly with an eyebrow raised.
Fixing their wands on the man they both spat curses at the man and watched with rage as they sailed through the air to their target.
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Wyatt and Harry arrived in white and black orbs; the light seemed to grow were Wyatt appeared while the shadows seemed to grow were Harry was. They looked around the shop taking in the damage. Harry walked around, flicking his wrist and making the blinds of the shop shut. It was a wonder that no-one had noticed anything through the window. Despite the late hour and the fact that shops had shut people still wandered around, some heading home, some to restaurants and others simply hanging around on benches while savouring the summer air.
Wyatt was crouched by the fallen shelf, which according to his magic, had been moved by magic. Wyatt held his hands over the area, trying to sense what happened. Wyatt felt a hand rest on his shoulder, the familiar magic of his love caressing his own.
"Let me help," Harry whispered, and with a burst of cold magic, warm and cold collided showing them what had happened. The images flashed before their eyes and they saw and felt everything that occurred. They felt Draco's pain as the shelf fell on him and his worry for his mates as well as love from all three mates and they felt the cold anger that Lucius Malfoy felt towards them.
They opened their eyes and looked at one another. Wyatt stood up as Harry stepped back. Pulling his small mate into his arms, he caressed the lithe body while sending sparks of his magic through his mate. Harry closed his eyes and sent waves of magic back to his lover, understanding the need for comfort for them both. They couldn't imagine being separated now they were together.
Harry pulled back, his eyes still closed, and titled his head up and simply breathed. He felt his magic swirling inside of him, a comforting storm of magic and power held within him like the coldest arctic storm and within that storm was a warm breeze, his bond with Wyatt.
Opening his now black eyes, Harry brought his power to the front, his face becoming an emotionless mask as the coldness and darkness within him grew. Wyatt closed his own eyes after seeing his lover's transformation into the King of Darkness; he brought his own magic forth, a swirling mass of desert heat and light with a cold centre which represented Harry. Opening his eyes, he knew they were shining white, his magic wrapped around his body like a cloak ready for use in battle.
In a mass of orbs, black and white, and a shake of the earth both Kings had gone and were on their way to Malfoy Manor.
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Drip
Drip
Drip
Draco shuddered as his body was drawn back into consciousness at that noise. He squeezed his eyes tighter shut and took a breath which made him wince as he began to become aware of his body and the pain which throbbed like a heartbeat. His blue eyes opened and his heart sank as he took in the surrounding area.
The walls were dark stone and Draco could see the water dripping down them. Plants grew despite the absence of light. There was no way that it would have survived without magic. Maybe it was his Father's twisted mind that allowed it to grow- making anyone that was held within the cells know that this plant would still be here when they were not.
The floor was made of the same stone and small puddles could be found around the area. The smell in the room was staggering; Draco's delicate noise could detect blood and sweat which seemed to linger in the walls.
The floor was hard and rough. Draco was sure the wrong movement would cause damage to his pale skin. Apart from the dripping of the water the only sound that could be heard was Draco's breathing which was hard and pained.
Draco knew his Father had placed silencing wards on the cell so that the person inside would feel utterly alone. Draco was sure that if he could hear noise from beyond the cell he would be able to hear the weather. That would no doubt be raging and matching his Father's mood.
Draco gave a small shuffle and squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth together as pain from his torso raced through him. Draco was sure that shelf had done some serious damage to him; he reckoned he had a few broken ribs.
He also was aware of a pounding in his leg, the pain he was sure would be worse if not for the cold which lingered in the cell, unwittingly numbing the pain. Draco searched for the bond he had formed with his mates and gave a dry sob when he found nothing.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Draco tried to drown out the noise and focus on finding the bond. It was about fifteen minutes later that he gave up- the bond wasn't there anymore. Draco collapsed in on himself, sobbing and crying so hard he almost made himself sick. Sadness and misery coursed through his body, mind and heart. The Veela in him beginning to mourn and die since its mates could not be found.
Draco was unaware that Lucius had placed a spell on the cell that allowed the other cells to hear what was going on inside. Fred and George sat in separate cells, their arms wrapped around themselves and tears streaming down their faces silently as they were forced to listen to their mate's pain. The only comfort they had was knowing Draco was alive.
Drip
Drip
Drip
TBC…
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Draco took a step back, fear beginning to rise within him as he looked at his Father. He had always feared Lucius Malfoy, a true Pureblood Lord and the Right-Hand of Lord Voldemort.
"Draco, I raised you better than this," Lucius said, his voice taking on a dark purr, which usually sent people running for the hills.
"You didn't raise me," Draco hissed wondering where his mates were.
"I did raise you, Draco. I raised you to be my heir not consort with Weasleys!" Lucius spat, his voice still quiet.
"I don't get to choose who my mate is, you of all people should have understood that and prepared yourself in case it was someone you didn't like," Draco retorted.
"They are Weasleys, Draco, not your mates," Lucius said, as if trying to convince his son.
"They are my MATES," Draco hissed.
"They are nothing to you," Lucius said and drew his wand. Draco tensed and threw himself to the side when a purple light erupted from his Father's wand. The light hit the bookshelf with a crash as Draco rolled into a crouch and his wand slipped into his hand.
At the crash, Fred and George went tense and drew their wands, moving stealthily towards where the crash had come from. They had heard the door but trusted Draco to take care of it.
Moving quickly towards their mate they peaked round the shelves to see Draco crouched, his wand pointed at his Father. George motioned for Fred to go left and round the shelves so he would appear behind Lord Malfoy.
George moved forward while waving his wand at some of the products in the shop, they were joke products but the Twins knew how to use them to disable an enemy.
George looked at his mate, the blond was a whirl of motion, his training and skill apparent in his duel, every curse and shield created was done to repel those thrown at him. However, Lucius Malfoy had taught his son duelling so he knew every move his son would make.
For every curse blocked one got through causing Draco to duck and roll while trying to keep spells of his own heading towards his Father. George moved out after seeing Draco get hit again, sending him bumping into the shelf.
Whispering the first curse that came to mind, George watched as it flew at Lucius Malfoy drawing the blond's attention to him. Chancing a glance at Draco he could see a flash of relief in the blue eyes and looking at back at Lucius he could see rage in the eyes that were so similar to Draco's in colouring.
Sending the blond a cheeky grin he darted to the side throwing a curse as he moved, the shelf behind exploded loudly making George wonder if anyone outside would be coming to their aid but as quickly as the thought came it vanished, Lord Malfoy would have cast some charms so that they wouldn't be noticed.
Lucius Malfoy couldn't believe the little wretch was fighting him; his unskilled movements though were admittedly effective, if not unorthodox, his creativity making up for his lack of training and experience. The redhead was definitely intelligent. Deciding to end this quickly, Lucius shot out a spell at the shelf were his son was leaning, wand grasped tightly in his hand. The shelf gave a groan and Draco froze. The shelf fell forward to George's horror and Draco gave a shout of pain as the shelf smacked into him, both tumbling to the floor.
The silence that filled the shop was broken by cries from the twins., one from Fred who raced from behind Malfoy to their mate. Two hate filled gazes were fixed on the pure-blood Lord who was stood calmly with an eyebrow raised.
Fixing their wands on the man they both spat curses at the man and watched with rage as they sailed through the air to their target.
00000
Wyatt and Harry arrived in white and black orbs; the light seemed to grow were Wyatt appeared while the shadows seemed to grow were Harry was. They looked around the shop taking in the damage. Harry walked around, flicking his wrist and making the blinds of the shop shut. It was a wonder that no-one had noticed anything through the window. Despite the late hour and the fact that shops had shut people still wandered around, some heading home, some to restaurants and others simply hanging around on benches while savouring the summer air.
Wyatt was crouched by the fallen shelf, which according to his magic, had been moved by magic. Wyatt held his hands over the area, trying to sense what happened. Wyatt felt a hand rest on his shoulder, the familiar magic of his love caressing his own.
"Let me help," Harry whispered, and with a burst of cold magic, warm and cold collided showing them what had happened. The images flashed before their eyes and they saw and felt everything that occurred. They felt Draco's pain as the shelf fell on him and his worry for his mates as well as love from all three mates and they felt the cold anger that Lucius Malfoy felt towards them.
They opened their eyes and looked at one another. Wyatt stood up as Harry stepped back. Pulling his small mate into his arms, he caressed the lithe body while sending sparks of his magic through his mate. Harry closed his eyes and sent waves of magic back to his lover, understanding the need for comfort for them both. They couldn't imagine being separated now they were together.
Harry pulled back, his eyes still closed, and titled his head up and simply breathed. He felt his magic swirling inside of him, a comforting storm of magic and power held within him like the coldest arctic storm and within that storm was a warm breeze, his bond with Wyatt.
Opening his now black eyes, Harry brought his power to the front, his face becoming an emotionless mask as the coldness and darkness within him grew. Wyatt closed his own eyes after seeing his lover's transformation into the King of Darkness; he brought his own magic forth, a swirling mass of desert heat and light with a cold centre which represented Harry. Opening his eyes, he knew they were shining white, his magic wrapped around his body like a cloak ready for use in battle.
In a mass of orbs, black and white, and a shake of the earth both Kings had gone and were on their way to Malfoy Manor.
00000
Drip
Drip
Drip
Draco shuddered as his body was drawn back into consciousness at that noise. He squeezed his eyes tighter shut and took a breath which made him wince as he began to become aware of his body and the pain which throbbed like a heartbeat. His blue eyes opened and his heart sank as he took in the surrounding area.
The walls were dark stone and Draco could see the water dripping down them. Plants grew despite the absence of light. There was no way that it would have survived without magic. Maybe it was his Father's twisted mind that allowed it to grow- making anyone that was held within the cells know that this plant would still be here when they were not.
The floor was made of the same stone and small puddles could be found around the area. The smell in the room was staggering; Draco's delicate noise could detect blood and sweat which seemed to linger in the walls.
The floor was hard and rough. Draco was sure the wrong movement would cause damage to his pale skin. Apart from the dripping of the water the only sound that could be heard was Draco's breathing which was hard and pained.
Draco knew his Father had placed silencing wards on the cell so that the person inside would feel utterly alone. Draco was sure that if he could hear noise from beyond the cell he would be able to hear the weather. That would no doubt be raging and matching his Father's mood.
Draco gave a small shuffle and squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth together as pain from his torso raced through him. Draco was sure that shelf had done some serious damage to him; he reckoned he had a few broken ribs.
He also was aware of a pounding in his leg, the pain he was sure would be worse if not for the cold which lingered in the cell, unwittingly numbing the pain. Draco searched for the bond he had formed with his mates and gave a dry sob when he found nothing.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Draco tried to drown out the noise and focus on finding the bond. It was about fifteen minutes later that he gave up- the bond wasn't there anymore. Draco collapsed in on himself, sobbing and crying so hard he almost made himself sick. Sadness and misery coursed through his body, mind and heart. The Veela in him beginning to mourn and die since its mates could not be found.
Draco was unaware that Lucius had placed a spell on the cell that allowed the other cells to hear what was going on inside. Fred and George sat in separate cells, their arms wrapped around themselves and tears streaming down their faces silently as they were forced to listen to their mate's pain. The only comfort they had was knowing Draco was alive.
Drip
Drip
Drip
TBC…
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