Timeless

Chapter 2 Harry groaned as he came to noticing Lucius groaning to his left. “Do you have any idea what that was?” he asked. Lucius shook his head, “No idea, Harry. It looks like we are in a memory of some sorts and that we’re not exactly visible.” Harry nodded looking around and seeing something from the ancient history. They watched as the people of this village milled about seemingly very busy as if expecting something of great importance. A man stepped from a tent about four feet from them. “It’s a boy,” the man said. Although he was speaking a different language, they could both understand him. Cheers went around the village as people celebrated the first arrive of their leader's family. “The future leader,” the man continued, “of our village, is destined to be great.” Again, cheers went around the village. The scene changed to what they could only guess was about 10 or so years later and they saw the leader again leading a young man from the tent. “He looks exactly like me,” Harry murmured. Lucius had to agree. The young man was a bit taller than Harry, but had the same dark hair to the shoulders and brilliant green eyes. They followed the two of them to a ritual circle. “Today,” a man that looked suspiciously like Dumbledore started, “We bring in Ceres to fully acknowledge him as the heir of our leader and our next leader for the future of our tribe. My apprentice, Biro, is going to perform the rites as he will be the Head Priest for our future leader.” Both Lucius and Harry gasped as they saw the apprentice come up. He was the spitting image of a younger Lucius. His hair being a bit longer, going to his waist, was the only difference. Harry realized that he like the younger looking Lucius and definitely would have dated him, but preferred the older version from his own time. He found himself making notes on the different characteristics that each man had. Lucius was watching Harry out of the corner of his eye and saw the young man glance back and forth between his past self and him now. They turned back when Biro started to speak. “Today, we bring in and accept our choice of future leader,” Biro started. “We can only pray to the gods and ask for the blessings that he will live a good life filled with love and to be right in all decisions regarding the tribe. To be the best fighter, to try to win all battles of the heart, the mind, and the soul.” Ceres stepped forward and kneeled in front of the priest, who laid his hand on the head of the future heir and continued, “We ask the gods for their favors and blessings on this day of uniting. Bring our tribe together for the future.” A strong wind picked up and in circled the two figures. Both smiled when the wind died down, as cheers went around the ritual from family and friends. “The gods have accepted you and you have their blessings, go learn all you can and bring what is taught to help you rule in the future.” They shook forearms and were lead in separate directions. Ceres looked back at the apprentice priest and knew that the man was his soul mate and nothing would keep them apart. Harry was shocked when he heard the thoughts of his past life. Looking over at Lucius, he seemed to also be in shock. ‘Soul mates,’ the word repeated over and over again in Lucius’ head. He felt the green eyes on him and blinked, turning to the young man, he realized that this was showing of their lives and when they intercrossed. The scene seemed to fast forward again, only to leave the passengers watching in awe and wonder. Ceres pushed Biro against the trunk of a tree and proceeded to kiss him. He knew that the priest was the only one for him, even if he had to court the Weasley’s youngest, Myrine, in order to produce his own heir in the future. Brought back when Biro started grinding against him, he put himself more into the kiss, pushing back with equal intensity. They had done this but only when three years had past and Ceres had reached his maturity. Gasping, Biro pulled away, “Maybe we should find a more secluded place, my love. Too many could catch us here.” “Come Biro, just kissing. Nothing more,” Ceres said trying to soothe his lover. “Please, just a kiss.” Biro relenting and grabbed him, pulling him flush against his body ravaging his mouth all in the same instance. Both moaned softly, and began rubbing against one another again. When they had almost reached their peak, a strangled yell broke them apart. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” the man that Ceres’ father exclaimed, coming in the clearing with the animals he had killed that day for dinner. Ceres instantly knew he father was going to separate them, “Father, please understand.” “Understand what, Ceres? That you are going against everything that we have taught you and that this priest is going against his vow and everything taught to him by our gods to be with you. You both will be punished.” “But, Father,” Ceres’ excuse was cut off when his father hit him, making him stagger under the force of the blow. He looked wide-eyed at his father, who glared down at him. Biro had already gone to his knees and was silently crying, knowing his life was over and he would be thrown out of his tribe, his life, and away from his love. Moro sneered down at the priest and then back at his son, “You are to report to our tent and wait for me. Take this home and tell your brother to prepare them. Biro, follow me.”
Lucius watched as Moro led Biro to the Head Priest tent on the other side of the village. He felt bad for his past self. No one should be separated from his or her soul mate no matter the circumstances. Harry watched in horror as Moro had struck his son and then led Biro to the tent where the other priest resided. He watched with pity as Biro was stripped of his garments and bound naked to a post outside in the middle of the village. The other tribe people looked on in wonder of what would have made their leader strip the young apprentice of his title and humiliate him so. Life was not going to be fair in this one. Moro walked back into his tent where his family resided and saw Ceres sitting in the middle of the floor, cross-legged, waiting for whatever beating, lashing, or worse that he could come up with. He stalked over to him and pulled him to his knees by his hair, “You have displeased me and shamed your family for that you will be punished.” Lila winced and retrieved the whip when he husband silently asked for it. “Brace yourself on the center post.” Ceres crawled over the center post and braced himself against it. He knew his father wouldn’t hold back and that he would be left with scars. The first hit had him flinch; the second brought tears to his eyes. He wouldn’t give his father the satisfaction of crying out, but as the blows kept coming, Ceres found it harder and harder to keep quiet. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and screamed as his father hit him for the twentieth time. Five more blows followed, eliciting screams from the bleeding boy. Moro knelt next to his eldest, “I’m sorry, son, it had to be done.” Ceres looked into his father’s eyes and nodded. Moro let his pride of what Ceres had gone through and not to take it to heart a grand movement in the young man’s maturity and knew that it taught him a lesson of what it was to be a future leader. Lucius winced as together Moro and Lila cleaned their son’s wounds and dressed them in bandages. Both he and Harry knew the worst was to come. Biro watched as Ceres came out of his home and walk down to where he was with Moro was in front, followed by Ceres, and then Lila and the rest. He noticed the bandages covering his mate and the way Ceres wouldn’t look at him. Biro hung his head; they had broken him, his love, and he knew he would never see him again.

Moro spoke, “You, apprentice priest Biro, are here to talk punishment for your transgressions against the leading family. Do you deny this claim?”

“No, Leader, I do not deny that I have shamed the village and your family. I accept any punishment you can give.” Moro nodded and took the whip from his belt. Ceres stood watching the proceedings with a heavy heart which he did not show on his face or in his body language. He did catch Biro’s silver eyes and show that his love had not diminished but he couldn’t act on it.

The crack of the whip hitting flesh caused most that had come to flinch. Ceres and Moro both admired the Young man, who did not make a sound as he was punished and took his pain with all he had.

Lucius and Harry both watched in sympathy as Biro took the punishment for the one he loved. They knew how much of a battle it was to go against the guidelines and rules set to one by one’s parents or guardians. Time flashed forward again and Harry saw that he had a family and that Moro most have died during the time lapse.

Ceres watched as his two sons played in the center. He thought then of his father and how he was with Ceres and his younger brothers and sisters. He had told his brothers due to the war that they were heading into that if he didn’t live that they were to take over until his son was of age.

Biro, who had wondered for about 5 years on his own before being adopted into a rival tribe of his original one, had married the leader’s daughter. He had three sons and two daughters of his own. Now he was going to have to go to war with his old home. It had been fifteen years since he had been there. He had no idea what to expect.

Harry and Lucius watched as their respective selves got ready for war. Taking their weapons and making sure that their tribes knew who would be running things and leading if they should die. The battle had been raging for two weeks before Biro or Ceres saw each other.

Biro was getting worried as the battles kept coming and the fight that would happen between him and the leader of the rivals. He only prayed that Ceres be kept safe from harm.

Ceres on the other hand was planning what he believed to be the final attack with his best fighters. Tomorrow this would end their feud and bring peace back to the people.

They both attacked at dawn and Harry watched as Biro recognized Ceres, but Ceres had no recognition of Biro. They fought while Biro was trying to get Ceres to remember about them. Lucius watched as Biro tripped and Ceres stabbed him.

“Ceres,” Biro gasped. Ceres blinked taking in the looks of the rival leader. The tribes stopped fighting and were kneeling for their fallen one. Myrine with Ceres’ children came through the forest.

“No!” Ceres yelled. He fell to the ground and cradled Biro’s head. “I’m sorry, love. We’ll get you better.”

Biro shook his head, “Not enough time, my soul. I never forgot you and I still love you.” Biro’s breathing got slower and slower until it finally stopped all together.

Ceres screamed, “No, Biro, please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” Seeing his knife on the ground. Slowly picking it up, “We will find a way to be together again.” Myrine back the children knowing that Ceres was going to join his mate. Ceres looked up, “I love you, Myrine. I’m sorry.” He thrust the knife up in his sternum.

Many of the men ran forward, but were too late in getting to him. Myrine looked to the Head Priest, “They are to be bury together. You separated them in life and I will not allow you to separate them in death.” The Head Priest nodded and went to collect both bodies to prepare them for burial.

Myrine and Biro’s wife, Callidora, brought both tribes together in peace for the rest of their history.

Harry had tears in his eyes. He knew that he would have done the same thing had someone killed his soul mate. He was startled when two arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him close to a sturdy body. He felt safe in the arms holding him. “Thank you, Luc,” he whispered. He felt a kiss to the back of his neck before he barely heard, “No, thank you.”