The Secret Garden
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,383
Reviews:
14
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How a Lord caught a Prince of the Fae
All notes and disclaimers are in the first chapter. For safety I will repeat the disclaimer, I own nothing of Harry Potter, the series called 'Harry Potter' belongs to JK Rowling and any publishing company conected, No infagment is intended.
OOC: I'm sorry to say this, I know I promised that the next chapter wouldn't be so stuttered in its posting but its my little sisters birthday, so this post is sadly going to be stuttared.
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A cold fog clung to to the grounds of Malfoys estates, but the young boy who was bundled up didn't care as he hurried across the grounds towards the gardens. His cheeks where coloured a ruddy red from the chilly winds that whistled through his families lands.
The young boy wandered arround the grounds slowly as he serched for the gardener that had interested him with stories of his fathers captive Fae Prince. Turning a sharp corner, he came upon a wall of ivy, so thick that he culdn't even see the grey stone that was the true wall of on of the gardens. The young boy stared at the wall, in wonder, after all this was the exact spot he stood only yesterday with Ben, and that wall wasn't covered in ivy then.
"You're here earlier then I expected young master." The soft voice of Ben came from behind him, making the blonde boy jump slightly.
"I said I would come didn't I?" The boy said as he glared at the man once he turned to look at him. "Will you tell me more of the Prince now?" He demanded as he crossed his arms in front of his chest expectantly.
"I am sorry young master, but I cant at the moment, I have work to do, but if you come back at noon, I will be more then happy to tell you how your many times grate grandfather caught a Prince of the Fae people." Ben says with a slow smile as he watched the young boy huff and pout.
"Will you at least tell me the Princes name?" The boy asks as he looks up at the old man with wide silvery-blue eyes.
"I wish I could young master, but that infermation as never been pass on from the lips of the Lord of the house, only the heirs will know the name once they have turned 16." He says with a little sigh. "Now then, run along little master but come find me around lunch time and you will get your story." Ben finishes with a shake of his head as he watches the young boy stomp off in a huff about not getting his way.
"That boys got quiet a bit of Veela in him my Prince, as well as a bit spoilt. Are you sure he is the one for you Master?" Ben whispers to the ivy vailed wall, silently he watches as silvery bluebells blossoms all over the vines in answer, their colour mimicing the colour of the boys eyes. Sighing Ben once more shakes his head. "Very well sire, your people are not happy that you are locked away at all, they await you like they have for centuries my Prince." Ben says as his aged apperance melts away to reveal a youthfull apearence, the only thing that could be see from under all his to big clothing was a glowing bronze torque, and his glowing blue eyes from under his beany.
Slowly the bluebells wilted in remorse and the look of age went back to Ben like clouds had hidden the sun from sight. Heaving a heavy sigh Ben turns and heads to wear he left his weelbarrow.
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Slowly the sun rose higher in the sky, its heat chasing away the mist that still clung to the ground, leaving water droplets behind for the plants and the sun to absorb. flowers opened their petals to the bright rays and stood up taller, prouder. Their colours stood out against the rich green of leaves and grass, but the most startaling of all was the emerald like leaves of the ivy covering the walls of only one enclosed garden. The ivy's leaves almost seemed to sparkle in the suns light, little tiny buds started to open all around the floor of the path way leading to and around the garden, their red and yellow flowers like a path way of gold splattered with blood.
In the great mansion on top of the hill, its white stone walls gleamed in the sun, within the dinning room a little boy sat at the table, to excited to eat he stared at the large clock that hung on the wall, waiting ever more inpatient for it to chime twelve-thirty. His silvery-blue eyes glanced every now and then at his father who sat at the head of the table, hoping that his father would just out of now where tell him the name of the Fae Prince. Though a thought hit him, did his mother know about the Prince that lived in a locked garden on the grounds of her home?
As the first toll of a bells chime sounded through out the room, the little boy jumped out of his chair and headed out of the room, to fast for his mother to stop him. As he rushed towards the side door that faced the entrance to the gardens he grabed his light cloak off the hanger and swung it onto his shoulders. He rushed over the green hills and into the maze like area of gardens, never stopping as he headed to the locked garden in the center of the maze to meet with that gardener. By the time he reached the ivy covered walls of the garden he was to warm for his cloak, sliding it down his shoulders he lays it against the wall of the garden before sitting down on the soft fabric. He didn't have to wait long for the old gardener to arrive.
A large smile curved Bens weathered face as he spotted the young boy of the house. He didn't greet the boy just turned to rest agaist the paths black stoned wall, he closed his eyes and rested in the suns warmths before he begun his story of how a Great lord of the Wizarding world was quick and strong enough to capture a Prince of the Fae.
~~~~~
Slowly the sun rose higher in the sky, its heat chasing away the mist that still clung to the ground, leaving water droplets behind for the plants and the sun to absorb. flowers opened their petals to the bright rays and stood up taller, prouder. Their colours stood out against the rich green of leaves and grass, but the most startaling of all was the emerald like leaves of the ivy covering the walls of only one enclosed garden. The ivy's leaves almost seemed to sparkle in the suns light, little tiny buds started to open all around the floor of the path way leading to and around the garden, their red and yellow flowers like a path way of gold splattered with blood.
In the great mansion on top of the hill, its white stone walls gleamed in the sun, within the dinning room a little boy sat at the table, to excited to eat he stared at the large clock that hung on the wall, waiting ever more inpatient for it to chime twelve-thirty. His silvery-blue eyes glanced every now and then at his father who sat at the head of the table, hoping that his father would just out of now where tell him the name of the Fae Prince. Though a thought hit him, did his mother know about the Prince that lived in a locked garden on the grounds of her home?
As the first toll of a bells chime sounded through out the room, the little boy jumped out of his chair and headed out of the room, to fast for his mother to stop him. As he rushed towards the side door that faced the entrance to the gardens he grabed his light cloak off the hanger and swung it onto his shoulders. He rushed over the green hills and into the maze like area of gardens, never stopping as he headed to the locked garden in the center of the maze to meet with that gardener. By the time he reached the ivy covered walls of the garden he was to warm for his cloak, sliding it down his shoulders he lays it against the wall of the garden before sitting down on the soft fabric. He didn't have to wait long for the old gardener to arrive.
A large smile curved Bens weathered face as he spotted the young boy of the house. He didn't greet the boy just turned to rest agaist the paths black stoned wall, he closed his eyes and rested in the suns warmths before he begun his story of how a Great lord of the Wizarding world was quick and strong enough to capture a Prince of the Fae.
~~~~~
It was a chilly spring day when Ormarr Malfoy came upon the then young prince, of course he didn't realize it then. He was captivated by the boys looks, his shoulder length black hair, and his glowing green eyes. He had spotted the boy sitting on a rock in the middle of a small lake, naked as the day he was born, so Ormarr Malfoy had sat on the bank of the lake and just watched as the boy bathed in the surprisingly warm waters. It wasn't till the boy let out his wings did Ormarr Malfoy realized he was looking at a true to goddess Fae, their hadn't been a sighting of the Fae in centuries in the wizarding world, many thought they were extinct.
It was only the mans quick thinking, reflexes and strength that aloud him to capture the Prince, then again the Prince was young enough and not at his full power. Because the spell and enchantments were put on him when he was so young and so long ago, the spells have been ingrained into his being and the walls where Ormarr Malfoy built his prision and then later the estates. Only males of the Malfoy line or those of magical creature lines can see the secret prison of the Prince.
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Ben trails off at the end of his story with a shake of his head. That had truely been along time ago for the prince of fae's to be captured. The fae and his kind all waited patiently for an Heir of Malfoy to take the spells and enchantments off so their Prince could be free. Ben didn't believe that it would happen any time soon.
"Then how can you see it?" The little boy asks as he looks up into the viel of ivy that was over his head, startled to see blue bells were blossoming around him.
"I can see it, because your father allows me to, so that I can take care of it from the out side, and the Prince takes care of it on the inside." Ben tells him as he stands up slowly, stiffly. "Now young master, it is getting late and your parents are probably wondering as to where you are." Ben states as he looks to the sky and see that the sun was starting its dissent in the sky.
"I will be by tomorrow." Draco states as he stands and picks up his cloak, once more swinging it easily onto his shoulders.
"I would not do that little master, tomorrow is the day that your father comes to see if the Prince will bond with him." Ben says before waving the boy off home.
~~~~~
Theres the second chapter, the first time I tried to post it something went wrong and I lost it all so this is the finish chapter and in much more detail. Ben is not of Fae heritage he is off anther more distant cousin to the Fae. Now for those who don't know what a fae is, Fae is an old term in Irish and Scottish ledgends that refer to Fairy. I will be referencing back to those ledgends but of course will be changing them a little bit to fit my story.
OOC: I'm sorry to say this, I know I promised that the next chapter wouldn't be so stuttered in its posting but its my little sisters birthday, so this post is sadly going to be stuttared.
~~~~~~~
A cold fog clung to to the grounds of Malfoys estates, but the young boy who was bundled up didn't care as he hurried across the grounds towards the gardens. His cheeks where coloured a ruddy red from the chilly winds that whistled through his families lands.
The young boy wandered arround the grounds slowly as he serched for the gardener that had interested him with stories of his fathers captive Fae Prince. Turning a sharp corner, he came upon a wall of ivy, so thick that he culdn't even see the grey stone that was the true wall of on of the gardens. The young boy stared at the wall, in wonder, after all this was the exact spot he stood only yesterday with Ben, and that wall wasn't covered in ivy then.
"You're here earlier then I expected young master." The soft voice of Ben came from behind him, making the blonde boy jump slightly.
"I said I would come didn't I?" The boy said as he glared at the man once he turned to look at him. "Will you tell me more of the Prince now?" He demanded as he crossed his arms in front of his chest expectantly.
"I am sorry young master, but I cant at the moment, I have work to do, but if you come back at noon, I will be more then happy to tell you how your many times grate grandfather caught a Prince of the Fae people." Ben says with a slow smile as he watched the young boy huff and pout.
"Will you at least tell me the Princes name?" The boy asks as he looks up at the old man with wide silvery-blue eyes.
"I wish I could young master, but that infermation as never been pass on from the lips of the Lord of the house, only the heirs will know the name once they have turned 16." He says with a little sigh. "Now then, run along little master but come find me around lunch time and you will get your story." Ben finishes with a shake of his head as he watches the young boy stomp off in a huff about not getting his way.
"That boys got quiet a bit of Veela in him my Prince, as well as a bit spoilt. Are you sure he is the one for you Master?" Ben whispers to the ivy vailed wall, silently he watches as silvery bluebells blossoms all over the vines in answer, their colour mimicing the colour of the boys eyes. Sighing Ben once more shakes his head. "Very well sire, your people are not happy that you are locked away at all, they await you like they have for centuries my Prince." Ben says as his aged apperance melts away to reveal a youthfull apearence, the only thing that could be see from under all his to big clothing was a glowing bronze torque, and his glowing blue eyes from under his beany.
Slowly the bluebells wilted in remorse and the look of age went back to Ben like clouds had hidden the sun from sight. Heaving a heavy sigh Ben turns and heads to wear he left his weelbarrow.
~~~~~~
Slowly the sun rose higher in the sky, its heat chasing away the mist that still clung to the ground, leaving water droplets behind for the plants and the sun to absorb. flowers opened their petals to the bright rays and stood up taller, prouder. Their colours stood out against the rich green of leaves and grass, but the most startaling of all was the emerald like leaves of the ivy covering the walls of only one enclosed garden. The ivy's leaves almost seemed to sparkle in the suns light, little tiny buds started to open all around the floor of the path way leading to and around the garden, their red and yellow flowers like a path way of gold splattered with blood.
In the great mansion on top of the hill, its white stone walls gleamed in the sun, within the dinning room a little boy sat at the table, to excited to eat he stared at the large clock that hung on the wall, waiting ever more inpatient for it to chime twelve-thirty. His silvery-blue eyes glanced every now and then at his father who sat at the head of the table, hoping that his father would just out of now where tell him the name of the Fae Prince. Though a thought hit him, did his mother know about the Prince that lived in a locked garden on the grounds of her home?
As the first toll of a bells chime sounded through out the room, the little boy jumped out of his chair and headed out of the room, to fast for his mother to stop him. As he rushed towards the side door that faced the entrance to the gardens he grabed his light cloak off the hanger and swung it onto his shoulders. He rushed over the green hills and into the maze like area of gardens, never stopping as he headed to the locked garden in the center of the maze to meet with that gardener. By the time he reached the ivy covered walls of the garden he was to warm for his cloak, sliding it down his shoulders he lays it against the wall of the garden before sitting down on the soft fabric. He didn't have to wait long for the old gardener to arrive.
A large smile curved Bens weathered face as he spotted the young boy of the house. He didn't greet the boy just turned to rest agaist the paths black stoned wall, he closed his eyes and rested in the suns warmths before he begun his story of how a Great lord of the Wizarding world was quick and strong enough to capture a Prince of the Fae.
~~~~~
Slowly the sun rose higher in the sky, its heat chasing away the mist that still clung to the ground, leaving water droplets behind for the plants and the sun to absorb. flowers opened their petals to the bright rays and stood up taller, prouder. Their colours stood out against the rich green of leaves and grass, but the most startaling of all was the emerald like leaves of the ivy covering the walls of only one enclosed garden. The ivy's leaves almost seemed to sparkle in the suns light, little tiny buds started to open all around the floor of the path way leading to and around the garden, their red and yellow flowers like a path way of gold splattered with blood.
In the great mansion on top of the hill, its white stone walls gleamed in the sun, within the dinning room a little boy sat at the table, to excited to eat he stared at the large clock that hung on the wall, waiting ever more inpatient for it to chime twelve-thirty. His silvery-blue eyes glanced every now and then at his father who sat at the head of the table, hoping that his father would just out of now where tell him the name of the Fae Prince. Though a thought hit him, did his mother know about the Prince that lived in a locked garden on the grounds of her home?
As the first toll of a bells chime sounded through out the room, the little boy jumped out of his chair and headed out of the room, to fast for his mother to stop him. As he rushed towards the side door that faced the entrance to the gardens he grabed his light cloak off the hanger and swung it onto his shoulders. He rushed over the green hills and into the maze like area of gardens, never stopping as he headed to the locked garden in the center of the maze to meet with that gardener. By the time he reached the ivy covered walls of the garden he was to warm for his cloak, sliding it down his shoulders he lays it against the wall of the garden before sitting down on the soft fabric. He didn't have to wait long for the old gardener to arrive.
A large smile curved Bens weathered face as he spotted the young boy of the house. He didn't greet the boy just turned to rest agaist the paths black stoned wall, he closed his eyes and rested in the suns warmths before he begun his story of how a Great lord of the Wizarding world was quick and strong enough to capture a Prince of the Fae.
~~~~~
It was a chilly spring day when Ormarr Malfoy came upon the then young prince, of course he didn't realize it then. He was captivated by the boys looks, his shoulder length black hair, and his glowing green eyes. He had spotted the boy sitting on a rock in the middle of a small lake, naked as the day he was born, so Ormarr Malfoy had sat on the bank of the lake and just watched as the boy bathed in the surprisingly warm waters. It wasn't till the boy let out his wings did Ormarr Malfoy realized he was looking at a true to goddess Fae, their hadn't been a sighting of the Fae in centuries in the wizarding world, many thought they were extinct.
It was only the mans quick thinking, reflexes and strength that aloud him to capture the Prince, then again the Prince was young enough and not at his full power. Because the spell and enchantments were put on him when he was so young and so long ago, the spells have been ingrained into his being and the walls where Ormarr Malfoy built his prision and then later the estates. Only males of the Malfoy line or those of magical creature lines can see the secret prison of the Prince.
~~~~~
Ben trails off at the end of his story with a shake of his head. That had truely been along time ago for the prince of fae's to be captured. The fae and his kind all waited patiently for an Heir of Malfoy to take the spells and enchantments off so their Prince could be free. Ben didn't believe that it would happen any time soon.
"Then how can you see it?" The little boy asks as he looks up into the viel of ivy that was over his head, startled to see blue bells were blossoming around him.
"I can see it, because your father allows me to, so that I can take care of it from the out side, and the Prince takes care of it on the inside." Ben tells him as he stands up slowly, stiffly. "Now young master, it is getting late and your parents are probably wondering as to where you are." Ben states as he looks to the sky and see that the sun was starting its dissent in the sky.
"I will be by tomorrow." Draco states as he stands and picks up his cloak, once more swinging it easily onto his shoulders.
"I would not do that little master, tomorrow is the day that your father comes to see if the Prince will bond with him." Ben says before waving the boy off home.
~~~~~
Theres the second chapter, the first time I tried to post it something went wrong and I lost it all so this is the finish chapter and in much more detail. Ben is not of Fae heritage he is off anther more distant cousin to the Fae. Now for those who don't know what a fae is, Fae is an old term in Irish and Scottish ledgends that refer to Fairy. I will be referencing back to those ledgends but of course will be changing them a little bit to fit my story.