The Lord of The Fae

Six long months. It had been six long months of hiding in woods, holes, trees anything they could find to keep away from death eaters. The world around them had, and still was going through rapid change.

The first night he and Danny had escaped had been the worst. That had been the night the ministry fell and all of London was swarmed with Death Eaters. Dean had thought of an old class mate who might offer them shelter and he had flooed them to his address. Lee was surprised to see them appear in his living room in the middle of the night and had almost hexed them before he recognized Dean.

"Thomas is that you? I heard you were dead!" He had remarked helping them up and brushing soot from their clothing.

"Story of my life, Jordan story of my life.” He had muttered in reply his body still aching from numerous torture. Lee had prepared them a room and helped give Danny a bath. He'd prepared some healing potions for the both of them and remarked flippantly that Dean looked like hell and he might want to just consider starting from scratch. It was nice to see some people still had their sense of humor.

After Danny had fallen asleep in the only extra bed in the bachelor flat Lee sat him down and demanded to know what was going on.

"You work for the ministry, that's the only reason I'm telling you this because there's no way I'll make it back to the order in time to warn them. The Dark lord has enough Death eaters in ever country to take down each of their ruling governments. Magical and Muggel alike. They've come up with some new spell a formula to render you unable to use magic. I don't know if its permanent but it can be cast, or it can be used in the form of a potion. Their going to slip the potion into the top officials and their officers then make a strike. Each country's government will be without magic to aid them when they make their move." He explained.

"My god! When ?did you get a sample?" Lee demanded. Deana rolled his eyes as he reached inside his cloak. With a wave of his wand and a muttered revealing spell a pocket sprang from the inside of his cloak. "Course I did, each one of Taylor's crew was given one for the big night. When that is we weren't alerted, just told to be on ready."

Lee didn't reply he snatched the potion from Deans hands and examined it. He took out his wand and tapped the side of the vile. It turned the potion a bright yellow but then it churned going back to its original state. "This is complex Dean. Really complex, I've never a more complex potion in all my years at the ministry." Lee murmured eyeing the potion again. Lee worked in the Unregistered Magic Department. Voldemort wasn't the only wizard capable of creating new potions and new spells. In light wizards it wasn't too big a deal. A simple spell to do the housework an easier way to clean silverware.

Dark wizards however tended to have a tendency for harming others. A spell to make you loose vital body parts, make you unable to consume food. Dangerous things. It was his departments job to find those cases, undo the damage and register it! Sometimes it was a rough job, he couldn't always undo it, especially for potions. Potions were difficult you needed to know the exact ingredients and the wizard who had brewed it was rarely glad to hand over that information. Their where complex spells and magical objects that could separate and determine what the ingredients where but not how it was stirred simmered or how long it was left to boil.

It took a allot of intelligence and skill to do his job, if he could say so without looking prideful. He had almost laughed aloud his first day on the job three years ago when he had gone through the records. Fred and Georges name had appeared more then once. The department had an outstanding bet on just how many "Weasley’s" they where going to get that day. His two best friends were constantly inventing new spells potions and products for their shop. Some went better then others. Never to the point that anyone got hurt but the law required that everything they invented if it was going to be sold be registered. They usually sent him to do that since he was their best friend, he'd go at least twice a week to register some new item.

Lee sighed, God he missed them both. They'd been dead for months now but the pain didn't seem to lessen. Not for him, and not for Angelina. Angelina had been Fred's fiancé` at the time of his death and she was still grieving. Lee was just sad to have lost his two closest friends. He would not cry again, he had shed his last tears. He promised himself this, Fred and George had hated tears. They faced the world with brazen humor and a rebel steak that Lee had always admired.

The twins simply didn't care, rules could be bent, obstacles got around. Why care about ambition when there were so many ways to enjoy yourself. They had lived for their own enjoy meant and had been happier together then anyone else Lee knew. Fred loved Angelina but even she had teased that if she and George were drowning that Fred would save his twin. It wasn't that they didn't love the people around them any less, maybe it had something to do with what identical twins were. They had originally been one person, one embryo and for reasons of nature beyond human knowledge one embryo had decided it wanted to be two.

Maybe the Weasley twins with all their intelligence and skill had felt that bond deeper then other twins. Maybe all twins felt the way they did and found it too scary and too deep for comfort. That was the Twins alright, never scared to cross any line. They reveled in their bond, they finished each others sentences, could find the other even when they where apart. They weren't ashamed to share a room together even as adults, it wouldn't enter their minds even to be separate.

Lee had teased them that when Fred married Angelina she'd just have to accept that George came with the package. George had waggled his eyebrows and said it made for some interesting possibilities. Possibilities that Lee didn't want to dive too deep into.

Lee had touched their minds once, it had been a game of sorts. A way to practice the art together. They had each taken turns trying to read the others minds. He had been astonished amazed and rather shaken by the complexity of both their minds. Those two were far smarter then he was and literally didn't care, they were two different people. At The time George had been thinking about what they were going to eat when they were done, and Fred had been contemplating a way to sneak out and have a night with Angelina without George knowing. They were not copies of each other, they had their own souls and their own thoughts...yet.

George had been there, he was ever present in Fred's mind and body like a shadow. As if because they had once been the same whole, they had no barriers against each other. No way to fully separate. He hadn't heard it, more like felt George speaking to Fred. On some weird plane of understanding native only to the two of them. Fred had smiled and replied.

That was the first time he had become worried about them. Especially when they had both joined the order, the Twins might live for themselves but they had a rigid code of honor and a sense of loyalty to their friends and family. They weren't so tied up in each other that there wasn't room for anyone else. Both Lee and Angelina had worried because they were going to be in danger of course, and they had worried about what would happen if one got hurt and the other survived.

Loosing any of his friends would hurt but Lee wasn't so sure either twin could survive if he lost the other. That complex linking between the two of them built over years without barriers was a safety net and a trap all in one. When some one you loved died your first instinct is to separate yourself. You have too, if you wallow in the grief and the pain of it, it would destroy you. You have too step back, you have to dull the blunt blow of it. You use good memories, odd jobs around the house anything to separate yourself. That way you had time to heal, time to repair yourself so that it was possible to go on.

They had built too many bridges between their minds and their hearts. Looking into the minds of his two best friends had been like seeing a two cities built in the sky linked by a network of bridges and lines. If one fell, there just Wasn't any way for the other to remain standing. He had been grieved of course when the order had told them that Fred and George had died, but also relived that at least they had gone together.

He didn't want to know what one without the other would be like, he didn't want one of his friends to suffer that. He had said goodnight to dean and pocketed the potion. He planned to take it in to work tomorrow and find a way to reverse it as soon as possible. No sooner had he closed his eyes and drifted halfway into sleep when there was a popping sound right next to his bed.

His eyes flew open and the first thing he register was that they sky outside his window was glowing red. It was dancing and flickering like the sky above a forest fire. The next thing was that Angelina was gripping his arm and shoving him awake.

"Get up Lee! They're coming! Death Eaters are everywhere. They're rounding up wizards and muggel alike. Anyone they think is a traitor and muggels just because...just because their cruel." She gasped still shaking him. He fell out of bed in a rush and ran to the window. It wasn't any woods that was burning. London itself was burning, he threw the window open and instantly he could hear screams and faint sounds of laughter. He shuddered.

Dean came through the door clutching that young boy to him, "Would they know you support us?" He asked looking fearfully out the window.

Lee shrugged and went to his drawer shoveling cloths in. "Who knows, and I really don't want to test it. Lets get out of here. Angelina what about your parents and your little sister?" Lee turned asking her. She shook her head.

"Pure bloods and no known affiliation with the order, I told them to stay inside and keep their heads low. It's me who was engaged to an order member. So I came to warn you, lets get out of here before something happens"

Everything had happened that night, it seemed that blood ran on the streets that night. The sky had been red throughout the night and the four of them had seen more horror then they ever had. The sun the next morning had risen just as red as if it had been stained by the blood leaking beneath the ground.

That was six months ago. Six months of hiding away, dodging patrols. Trying to get in contact with their loved ones. They lived like wild animals. Keeping to woods and alleyways. Sleeping during the day, it was just too dangerous to move during that time.

There where wanted posters up for anyone Voldemort considered the enemy. People were sold as slaves in open marketplaces. Voldemort’s law was the law now. It was the darkest world any of them had ever seen. Hope seemed to have fled the people, those who were cruel stayed on top. Like all human kind people were adapting as best they could.

If you were pure blood you were relatively safe as long as you kept your head down and agreed with and professed to love everything about Lord Voldemort. As long as you spit on the muggels in chains as they walked passed and did exactly as the patrols told you too.

As long ass you passed pure blood inspection you where safe. half bloods or muggelborns were treated slightly better then muggels themselves. Like slightly elevated house elves. They were fast being stripped of their homes, their rights their very possessions. Their jobs were given to more deserving wizards, their homes like wise. They were forced to move into abandoned and reconstructed muggel flats or trailer parks.

They where rounded up and forced to submit themselves for counting and registration as being something less then perfect. At least they were not branded like cattle, as were the muggels. Muggels now wore a tattoo on their backs, an M with a snake going through it to signify what they where. Another which was worn on their wrists and could be changed was their owners brand.

Every day one of the four snuck into a village or town, wherever they were passing to find food and supplies. The ones they had brought with them quickly ran out and they had been forced to resort to stealing.

They were certain they weren't the only wizards in hiding. Dean had seen a young woman with a little girl in the woods outside a town called Edgefield. But they had spotted him and flown as if the devil himself were after them. You couldn't trust anyone these days. The patrols were very where.

"Angey hasn't come back yet Dean. I'm worried" lee said tossing a little water on the fire to keep it low. Too much light in the woods would draw attention to any passing patrols. Dean frowned slightly and split the last piece of bread between the three of them, handing the largest piece to Danny. The four year old gobbled it down quickly and smiled up at him. Dean smiled distractedly back and looked towards the entrance to their little hidey hole with concern.

"You think she ran into a patrol? They wouldn't kill her would they?" He asked fretfully. Lee shook his head. Lee was ten times thinner then he used to be, they all where. The only slightly healthy looking one among them was Danny.

They all had a habit of giving him his own portion and half of theirs. It wasn't fair that one so young should suffer as he was. They all helped to take care of him, and like the young he was adapting to his new life. His memories of his parents where fading, he knew he couldn't play in the daylight, in the daylight the bad men would get you.

He knew he couldn't wander far from aunt Angey uncle Lee or Dean. He knew that he had to play quietly and make up games in his head. Dean and his aunt and uncle had allot of ideas and new games to teach him. Like hidey hole. First some one would shout patrol! And the game would start. Danny would run and find the nearest place to hide. High up in a tree or in the holes they dug each time they moved. He would be real quit while Dean seeked him. The object was not to move until Dean found him. When he did then Danny won. Usually Dean would give him a kiss and a big hug like he was real glad to see him.

Then there was snatch. Dean would take Danny's hand and they would sneak into small towns. The object of that game was too fill the bag with food and other things. Whoever filled theirs first without talking to anybody or anybody seeing them won. Danny had even won once, his bag was smaller then Dean's or the others but he had filled his with apples once. Dean had patted him on the head and told him he was the smartest boy in the world.

For Danny there was Dean, and his aunt and uncle. Sometimes he dreamed of a far off place where there was a woman and a man and another little boy and everything was warm and good. But as the months went on even the dreams faded. He was only four and this was the here and now. Here there was Dean, he didn't know if he had a daddy but there was Dean and he told him his favorite stories and fed him and loved him. He didn't know if he had a family but there was aunt Angey who gave him baths and had that special touch that Dean didn't have. Their was uncle Lee who taught him games and played fishing with him and told him stories about Twin boys who had allot of fun.

Danny loved stories, ones about Seamus the Irish little boy and the two Twins who played games and pranks on each other. His favorite stories where when they where all together. Dean and Seamus, Lee, Angey the Twins. When they had adventures in that unknown place called Hogwarts. Their where other children too, Danny didn't like the boy named Draco. He was mean too Harry. Hermione was bossy and wasn't nice too Ron. But they where all part of the story and Dean said that Draco didn't really hate the boy named Harry. That they where playing a new game, one called Love and that it was the toughest game to play because it had so many rules and sometimes the people in love didn't want to fallow them.

He loved the stories, He loved his family. He just wished he wasn't cold and hungry all the time. Winter was the worst, as he lay coughing and sneezing his body cold and deadening he imagined that he was warm and safe in that wonderful place called Hogwarts. That Seamus, his favorite of the boys besides Dean was taking him on one of his adventures.
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(( this is my December
this is my time of the year
this is my December
this is all so clear))

"Left!"

Something was shooting strait for his left side; he just barely had time to move out of the way. Pain shot through his entire body. He felt like he was being burned, somewhere some one was burning. His eyes clouded with the agony of it, it threatened to force him too his knees.

"Work past the pain! You are Miraza` pain does not defeat you!"

If Hizen didn't shut up he was going to murder him. Seven months of agony and that was all the old man could say to him. That he must ignore the pain raging in his body. Must ignore that he was feeling the pain of the world everyday and continue on as if he felt nothing! Last week it had been cancer, the sickness had nearly undone him. He had lain on his bed as it ravaged his body and prayed for death. He knew what it was like to die, each time he received the feelings of a new illness or some other form of pain it ended with death. He felt what it was like to die of AIDS of Cancer of numerous other diseases. And Hizen always made him get up in the mornings and practice.

Harry Draco and Hairo tried their best to aide him along. Hiaro brought him salves and stayed by his bedside telling him stories of his youth to try and distract him from his pain. Hiaro was always there trying to help him. On the practice field he was always at hand to lend him aide even when his brain had become too fogged with pain to register what he was doing anymore.

"On your right Ron!" He warned. Ron barely had enough time to parry the blow from Draco's sword. Pain lanced up his arms on top of everything else he was feeling. He grit his teeth and fought past it. he could never be rid of it he was burning in agony but somehow he had to think past it.

Draco danced backwards on his feet fae robes flowing around him. Ron was getting stronger yet weaker at the same time. After seven months of brutal practices becoming fae was now second nature to him. He was rarely exhausted after transformation anymore. He could call on it anytime he wished now. Harry no longer needed to be angry to go into his fae state. His movements were natural his skill advancing with each day. They still weren't ready but they where getting closer.

((this is my December
this is my snow covered home
this is my December
this is me alone ))


It was hard for Harry to watch his friend suffer, to know that outside people where suffering and he couldn't do anything about it. His brash little mate was chaffing at the bit, ready to take on Voldemort at a moments notice. He felt it too; it sickened him what was going on in the world outside. The castle was unplottable and protected. Its secrete keeper was inside the castle at all times. They where safe here even though it was a cold December and out in the world the people they loved were suffering.

"ENOUGH! You are letting your pain rule you! We are done for the day!" Hizen shouted when once again Harry scored a hit on Ron. He looked agitated and angry at Ron's lack of concentration. Hiaro cast the old man a dark look.

"You try dieing of Malaria and we'll see how great you perform." He muttered. Ron swayed on his feet an, sheen of sweat on his face. Hiaro reached out and caught him before he could fall.

Hiaro looked down at Ron. He was so ashen; whatever he was suffering now must be terrible. He felt a pang of desperation in his heart. He was suffering and there wasn't anything Hiaro could do to help him.

((and I
Just wish that I didn't feel
like there was something I missed))

"You did better today; you didn't fall flat on your face this time." Hiaro teased him as he helped him through the halls and back to his rooms. Ron grimaced and managed a wan smile.

"Yeah and your getting better at Shojini, you didn't nearly kill me this time." He bantered back, his voice was rough with pain but he was putting on a brave face. Hiaro felt something in his heart pull. He had really been wrong about Ron. In these past seven months he hadn't complained about the pain he was in.

Not once, he got up and practiced and battled without complaint. He was exhausted and in constant pain but he tried his best to be a help to Harry and even though Draco offered himself as bait. Ron never took it, he never took his anger out on anyone. Probably because it would be a waist of energy, energy that he needed.

((and i
take back all the things i said
to make you feel like that))

"What is it this time?" He asked him, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"Burning, just like the night it started." Ron replied clenching his teeth in pain. Hiaro winced the day it had first started had been the worst. That first month had been terrible, Voldemort was killing so many people in many different and each a horrifying way. Ron lived every one of those deaths, along with all the other maladies of man kind. For a month he had even lost his sight. Hiaro had, had to help guide him in all things, dressing eating even walking because he could no longer do those things for himself.

His sight had returned and his body had moved on to other forms of torture but the bond they had formed remained. Ron was hurting and Hiaro could tell that the pain was becoming unbearable.

It was evident in the pallor of his skin as Hiaro laid him down on his bed. In the way his eyes were slightly glazed and his body shook with tremors. It was so rare to see Ron laugh these days. Then again laughter was rare anywhere in these times of darkness.

He had been Shodan of Shoja for seven months but had not stepped foot in his castle or sat on his throne once in all that time. To do so would mean certain death.

If he was going to help his people he had to be alive. Charging into the castle was brash and a foolish notion. It did not stop the wanting of it however, he wanted so many things. He wanted a husband for his sister and his kingdom safe and free. Most of all he wanted to bring a smile to the young man suffering on the bed.

The last time he had laughed had been in July. Harry’s birthday celebration had been a moment of fun even in the midst of darkness. Seamus and the others had even come back for a spell. The search for Dean was not going well but Seamus had not given up hope. For his birthday Hizen had fashioned Harry a new blade since Draco had melted his first one. Hiaro had gifted him with a rare Shojian book on Shojini spells.

Ron had given him some sort of necklace with a purpose only the two of them seemed to know. Harry had seemed touched and had hugged Ron even though physical touch made him sick. Seamus had given Harry something lacy which Harry had turned red over and said he’d rather burn then wear. Ron had laughed, that beautiful sound had been present that night and it was the last night he had heard it.

Was this love then, to count the smiles and the laughter of the person you loved? Even when you had troubles of your own, to worry over theirs? Was it love that made him ignore his own pain to try and shoulder some of Ron’s? It hurt to loose his father and never know whether his father had died ashamed of him, or if he truly had forgiven him for his choice all those years ago.

It hurt to loose his beloved and wise aunt, Hari’s only female confidant and their last link to their mother. It hurt and it galled and it enraged him that his beautiful kingdom was under oppression of the dark lord and he could do nothing to help them.

It hurt to be so near the man he loved yet miles away. None of it mattered; none of it came close to how he felt about a simple thing like a smile or a shout of laughter.

One smile from him was worth all the pain, so friend he would be. If it made Ron happier to never question love and its many sides then so be it. Ron was drifting off to sleep his breathing ragged and shallow his face white and glistening from sweat.

He clenched his teeth hard as if riding out a sudden wave of pain. Hiaro felt it like a blow to his chest. It wasn’t fair that good people suffered because of one man. It wasn’t fair that his beautiful Ron should suffer.

“Hari told me that your in love Hiaro, what’s she like?”

The question came from no where and unsettled him for a brief moment. Damn Hari and her interfering. What was he going to tell him, Ron needed a friend right now more then anything?

Harry was a friend, he had friends to be by his side maybe what he needed was a lover. His treacherous heart whispered to him. He squashed the voice, those were selfish wishes and thoughts, and they were beneath him. So what then, lie? Say that he was in love with a girl, who?

And what if by some miniscule chance Ron grew to care for him and was then convinced that his heart belonged to someone else? In your dreams, and you know it. Liking another male is the last thing on his mind. So what harm could it do? He sighed, it wouldn’t do Ron any harm. It would however do him great harm.

“She’s beautiful. Ever time I look at her I think I fall a little more in love with her. She’s courageous but doesn’t always think with her head. She’s too confidant in her own abilities but uncertain of her own worth, she’s a contradiction of herself and everything I thought I valued. She’s a leader who fallows, a follower who doesn’t realize she leads.” If he was going to destroy his own chances he might as well tell as close to the truth as he could.

“She wants to be brave and a hero like other people and thinks she comes second to those people. She never realizes that she doesn’t need to be like them. That she’s valued because sometimes even the hero needs to be saved, its her friendship her loyalty that gives the hero his strength to continue. She doesn’t know her own worth and doesn’t know I love her. She doesn’t know that with me she’s never second, and that she is the only person I would ever consider bowing too.” His heart felt heavy. It was all true, Ron would never know. Never know that it was no ‘she’ he was in love with.

He would never realize that although Harry was the hero and he felt he came second; He had rescued Harry more times then he would ever think. Harry valued him more because they were different. Because their destinies were different, he didn’t need to be like Harry to be needed and wanted.

“That’s beautiful. You know that. I can understand how she feels and hearing you say that helps a lot. I try not to be jealous of Harry, but its hard not to. His life is hard but he’s…wonderful. And although Draco was the last person I would expect it to happen with, he has real love. They love each other and he’s happy and that makes me happy but I can’t help but want it too. Everybody wants it but not everybody finds it.” Ron said gazing at him with beautiful amber eyes.

“Because some people are afraid to look for it. Their afraid of what they might find, of leaving their comfortable areas and facing the unknown. Do you think it was easy for Harry to face that it was not only a male but an enemy who he loved?"

"It was hardly comfortable and something unknown to him. He faced it anyway and was rewarded for it. Everyone can find it, you just have to realize that it might be lurking beneath what you fear.” He wished, he begged he prayed that by some divine miracle Ron would see that he was talking about him.

How could he not see it, how could he not see what he was offering? If he came out and said it he would clam up and shut him out and he would loose even their friendship. Everything in him wished for him to understand the veiled meanings and not to be afraid.

“Is she afraid of being with you because you’re Shodan or something? That’s stupid, she’s missing out on a lot. Just tell her you don’t care if she’s a commoner.” Ron said confused. Hiaro almost laughed, he reached out and wiped away some of the sweat from Ron’s brow.

“No it is because I am a man, she fears them. She fears loving a man, it is unnatural to her. You’re tired you should sleep; I have to go mop the floor with Hizen for making you practice when you hurt so much. Think I can take him?” Hiaro asked playfully.

Ron smiled.

And it was worth all the pain in the world.
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Simon Darby had once been a lot of things. If he thought back on all the things he had once been it was easy to almost fall into depression. He had once been praised for his intellect, once been respected for his brains. He had once thought that Seamus Finagan was lazy and too charming for his own good. He had once been a Ravenclaw and had weaseled into helping Seamus with a potions essay by his best friend Dean.

Simon had once been a lot of things but the thing he missed most was freedom. Eight months of servitude and bowing to other wizards was enough to strip most men of their confidence. His little sister Gabriella had just turned 9, but had nothing really to look forward too.

She had once dreamed of her years to come at Hogwarts, no longer. She was no longer allowed to attend Hogwarts. It was now a pure blood school. Lesser wizards like half bloods and mud bloods were merely servants, no better then house elves really.

Schools had been set up to teach them mundane things, things a good servant should know. Like cleaning and decorum. It sickened Simon, all his brains and all his intellect were no longer needed, his wand was broken taken away. He was reduced to servitude. If he rebelled he died. His boss was a known Death Eater. These days to be a death eater was to be respected and feared. He was one of You Know Who’s inner circle.

Simon heard things. Simon knew more about what went on in You Know who’s strong hold then was probably safe. No one cared about the young man cleaning in the corner. No one cared if he was blond, or brunette, smart or stupid. No one cared that he had ears and eyes and that he was planning.

It is human nature to rebel against repression. You can kick a person for years but there will be a time when they will kick you back. Man kind does never remains under duress for too long. Chain a man and he will never stop looking for a weak link in the chain. Rulers through out history have fallen into the same trap. They grow comfortable in their belief that they have won. They grow arrogant and lazy, while their subjects wait and watch for the weak link.

Then the chains break. Simon was forever quietly searching his chain, and it was a good thing too. If he walked with his head down the weight of doom smothering him like the people around him he might have missed it. If he scuttled on the street in agitated hurry with the package of groceries under his arm like the other servants on this busy street he wouldn’t have seen the flash of familiar face.

A face quickly hidden beneath a dark cloak as he bustled down the street carrying a bundle much like Simon was himself. He looked no different then any other servant hurrying home to his overlord. Simon knew he was no servant, he was a wanted man. A known order operative, what he was doing here Simon didn’t know. What he did know was that he had information that he would want.

The weak link in the chain.

He hurried after him, keeping his head down as not to draw the watch men’s eyes. When he was just beside him he slowed down a little never looking up, scurrying along trying to look as broken and dejected as possible. Then he looked up slightly and acted surprised to see the man next to him.

“Richard, how good to see you again. Are you coming from the market? I am as well. My overlord is expecting me so of course I dare not tarry but I have a moment. Do you?” he asked cheerfully. Not too cheerfully. After all who was happy these days? Any of that and every watchmen on the street would be looking at them.

Seamus looked up to the man striding next to him cringing, he must think he was someone else and he didn’t want any attention drawn to him. He blanched when he recognized the face of Simon Darby.

He’d been a seventh year Ravenclaw when Seamus had only been a sixth year. Dean had once bribed him to help Seamus out with a difficult potions essay. If Simon recognized him he could give him away for a great deal of money.

Money that would help feed his family, servants were paid little and Seamus knew he had little siblings to take care of. He didn’t owe Seamus any loyalty at all. He quickly ducked his head again covering his face as much as possible. He was about to mutter that he must have the wrong man when Simon continued.

“Its good to see an old friend, with so much work its hard to see anyone these days. Imagine seeing two old friends in one week. Isn’t that something Richard, why I saw Dean the other day poor chaps over lord fired him. He’s out looking for new work.

"It’s not safe to be on the streets anymore as well you know. I know you two were good mates back in school. He gave me his flat number, poor chaps so down these days if you would like to visit him give him a cheer I know he’d like it.” The older man prattled tossing Seamus a wistful smile. His eyes darted around and they continued on in the same hurrid skittish manner of servants.

Seamus halted and a man behind them bumped into his back sending him sprawling forward. Simon shot out a hand catching him before he could sprawl on his face. Seamus let out a cry of pain as a lash came down hard on his back.

“Clumsy idiot! Keep moving you lot, scurry home to your overlords!” A harsh watchman bellowed. He tossed Seamus a glare. “And you! Watch where your going, if your friend wants to keep his head he should be more careful!” He growled at Simon. Then moved on to continue patrolling the streets.

Seamus turned to stare at Simon, could it possibly be? Did he know where Dean was?

“Bad luck that mate, you have to be careful. Don’t want a watchman on your arse do you. Would be bad luck for your health wouldn’t it.” Simon grinned at him.

Dare he hope?

“Yeah it would believe me. In the interest of old friends I would like to see Dean again. I always liked him, his brother Dan’s a nice chap too.” Seamus said. If Simon knew anything about Dean he was giving him the perfect opening.

“oh yes, he ran into a spot of trouble with some Death Eaters though. Was locked in prison for a while he’s out now let him off. Served his time, listen I got to run cant be late you know but stop by my flat tonight I’d love to have some tea and catch up.” Simon said with a smile. He handed Dean a slip of paper and scurried away.

Dean was alive! He had been in captivity but had somehow escaped, he was out there somewhere. Hopefully Simon knew where. Of course this may all be a trap but there was no way he was giving up this chance.

wherever you are Dean, hold on. I’m coming for you.

TOO BE CONTIUED IN PRT 2

A/N: eek I wrote this as one chapter origonaly and realised it was really really really long. So i'm spliting it into two parts.