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
Views:
13,227
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
6
Disclaimer:
I own nothing and make no money from this. Charmed to Contanse M Burge and HP to JK Rowling.
Chapter 2
Chapter Two
The mist still hung over the fortress, a feel of danger and menace hung on the air that was there before, but now it was so strong it would cause an outright tremble to race through all living beings. Any animal or human who had ventured near to the impenetrable fortress knew that a great power resided within, a power they themselves could not match.
Although the outside of the dark prison had not changed, inside was another matter. Areas of the prison had now been transformed. In the lower depths of Azkaban torches lined the walls casting a warm glow on the surroundings. The stones that were once damp and icy now were dry and every few feet a painting adorned the stone. Each painting depicted a battle, all of the paintings, though, featured a sword with a black handle and blade and rubies encrusted into the handle. Carpet covered the floor, soft warm carpet that was a shade of dark blue. Doors that were previously shut were now open and showed rooms that were dry and carpeted and well lit. Some rooms had nothing in them, others had desks and chairs in them, all in immaculate condition, some others had books in them with comfy chairs around the room. All in all Azkaban was liveable in the lower depths.
In one of the larger rooms, so large that it could equal the size of Hogwarts' Great Hall, sat upon a throne was a man. His long black hair fell in waves to his mid back; his skin was lily-white and flawless. Emerald green eyes gazed over the hall with a sense of annoyance. The room was bare except for the throne which was made of stone. Sighing the man stroked the bird that was on the arm of the throne.
"Hedwig, why hasn't he come yet?" The man asked his smooth melodic voice quiet as he spoke to the white owl.
The white owl gave a hoot and shifted its wings slightly. The man stood up and although he was an imposing presence he was quite small in stature, he was 5"9 and feminine in looks. However his small hands could wield the mighty sword which sat against his throne. His face was unblemished with the time he spent in Azkaban and seemed to glow slightly in the dim light of the fortress. Grabbing his sword he walked gracefully from the room on silent feet into the hallways and began to climb the stairs to the higher levels.
Walking up to a dementor he stopped and waited for the creature to turn to him.
"My Lord Harry…" the creature rasped out while it bowed.
"Atum, I have a job for you…" Harry smiled, "I will grant you mortal body for 30 days and you will go to Britain and research what has happened while
I have been here, take Hedwig with you and send me the research as it progresses."
"Yes, My Liege," The Dementor bowed. Harry looked down at the creature and a wave of fire covered his eyes, leaving them black in its wake. Sparks of red flew from Harry's eyes and began to dance up and down his body; more and more sparks appeared and flew onto the dementor, slowly the dementor ended up covered in sparks, at once all rushed back into Harry but leaving a ordinary looking man instead of a dementor.
"Go, do not disappoint me," Harry said, his voice as chilly as the winds around the fortress.
"I will do my best, Lord Harry," Atum stated and bowed before striding off to the waiting boat that would take him to land. Harry looked out of the small barred window; his previously cold eyes were now lonely and sad.
"Where are you, my love?" he voice whispered but the winds drowned it out. No-one could hear his sorrow.
00000
The room was a glorious mixture of greens and whites, the wooden floor smelled of earth and the flowers around the room gave the feeling as if the room were alive. The magic that hung in the place only intensified that feeling. The windows were large letting in a lot of sun keeping the room warm yet cool.
Suddenly dark clouds rolled in blocking the sun and its rays, a wind picked up making the air cold and damp, the temperature dropped and a low rumble could be heard in the distance. A man strode into the room, he was tall, powerfully built, his sunshine blonde locks fell in wild curls to the nape of his neck, and his cold lonely blue eyes were a pit of despair and pain.
In his hand was a letter, worn and crumpled showing it had being read many times. The man sat on the window sill and looked outside as the rain began to pour down over his home. Opening the letter once more the man read over the words he knew by heart.
Beloved,
I know you know me, you have dreamt of me as I have dreamt of you. The time has now come; we have both secured our kingdoms and claimed our right by Magic and Birth. We are ready…
However, will everyone else be ready for us?
The winds are changing, my love, it is almost time…
There was no closing endearment or name, yet Wyatt knew who it was from. The dark haired man who had beautiful emerald eyes and porcelain white skin. The man who Wyatt knew he loved with all his heart, Harry Potter.
Slowly Wyatt folded the letter; he knew it was true; he was ready to face his destiny and everything that came along with it. Yet how could he be King of All Light when his world was so dark? The only silver lining was Harry.
Soft shudders could be seen running through the young King's form and slowly silent tears began to run down the tanned skin. The rain came down heavier and the wind blew more furiously than before.
The Kingdom of Camelot and its King were in despair…for all but one was lost to the King.
The mist still hung over the fortress, a feel of danger and menace hung on the air that was there before, but now it was so strong it would cause an outright tremble to race through all living beings. Any animal or human who had ventured near to the impenetrable fortress knew that a great power resided within, a power they themselves could not match.
Although the outside of the dark prison had not changed, inside was another matter. Areas of the prison had now been transformed. In the lower depths of Azkaban torches lined the walls casting a warm glow on the surroundings. The stones that were once damp and icy now were dry and every few feet a painting adorned the stone. Each painting depicted a battle, all of the paintings, though, featured a sword with a black handle and blade and rubies encrusted into the handle. Carpet covered the floor, soft warm carpet that was a shade of dark blue. Doors that were previously shut were now open and showed rooms that were dry and carpeted and well lit. Some rooms had nothing in them, others had desks and chairs in them, all in immaculate condition, some others had books in them with comfy chairs around the room. All in all Azkaban was liveable in the lower depths.
In one of the larger rooms, so large that it could equal the size of Hogwarts' Great Hall, sat upon a throne was a man. His long black hair fell in waves to his mid back; his skin was lily-white and flawless. Emerald green eyes gazed over the hall with a sense of annoyance. The room was bare except for the throne which was made of stone. Sighing the man stroked the bird that was on the arm of the throne.
"Hedwig, why hasn't he come yet?" The man asked his smooth melodic voice quiet as he spoke to the white owl.
The white owl gave a hoot and shifted its wings slightly. The man stood up and although he was an imposing presence he was quite small in stature, he was 5"9 and feminine in looks. However his small hands could wield the mighty sword which sat against his throne. His face was unblemished with the time he spent in Azkaban and seemed to glow slightly in the dim light of the fortress. Grabbing his sword he walked gracefully from the room on silent feet into the hallways and began to climb the stairs to the higher levels.
Walking up to a dementor he stopped and waited for the creature to turn to him.
"My Lord Harry…" the creature rasped out while it bowed.
"Atum, I have a job for you…" Harry smiled, "I will grant you mortal body for 30 days and you will go to Britain and research what has happened while
I have been here, take Hedwig with you and send me the research as it progresses."
"Yes, My Liege," The Dementor bowed. Harry looked down at the creature and a wave of fire covered his eyes, leaving them black in its wake. Sparks of red flew from Harry's eyes and began to dance up and down his body; more and more sparks appeared and flew onto the dementor, slowly the dementor ended up covered in sparks, at once all rushed back into Harry but leaving a ordinary looking man instead of a dementor.
"Go, do not disappoint me," Harry said, his voice as chilly as the winds around the fortress.
"I will do my best, Lord Harry," Atum stated and bowed before striding off to the waiting boat that would take him to land. Harry looked out of the small barred window; his previously cold eyes were now lonely and sad.
"Where are you, my love?" he voice whispered but the winds drowned it out. No-one could hear his sorrow.
00000
The room was a glorious mixture of greens and whites, the wooden floor smelled of earth and the flowers around the room gave the feeling as if the room were alive. The magic that hung in the place only intensified that feeling. The windows were large letting in a lot of sun keeping the room warm yet cool.
Suddenly dark clouds rolled in blocking the sun and its rays, a wind picked up making the air cold and damp, the temperature dropped and a low rumble could be heard in the distance. A man strode into the room, he was tall, powerfully built, his sunshine blonde locks fell in wild curls to the nape of his neck, and his cold lonely blue eyes were a pit of despair and pain.
In his hand was a letter, worn and crumpled showing it had being read many times. The man sat on the window sill and looked outside as the rain began to pour down over his home. Opening the letter once more the man read over the words he knew by heart.
Beloved,
I know you know me, you have dreamt of me as I have dreamt of you. The time has now come; we have both secured our kingdoms and claimed our right by Magic and Birth. We are ready…
However, will everyone else be ready for us?
The winds are changing, my love, it is almost time…
There was no closing endearment or name, yet Wyatt knew who it was from. The dark haired man who had beautiful emerald eyes and porcelain white skin. The man who Wyatt knew he loved with all his heart, Harry Potter.
Slowly Wyatt folded the letter; he knew it was true; he was ready to face his destiny and everything that came along with it. Yet how could he be King of All Light when his world was so dark? The only silver lining was Harry.
Soft shudders could be seen running through the young King's form and slowly silent tears began to run down the tanned skin. The rain came down heavier and the wind blew more furiously than before.
The Kingdom of Camelot and its King were in despair…for all but one was lost to the King.