Shadows and Orbs

Chapter 20

Harry orbed into the room where he sensed Wyatt and let go of the twins who stumbled back from him but both gave cries as they saw Wyatt laying Draco down onto the bed.

"Who are you?" they said in unison as they rushed over to Draco. They grabbed his limp hands and their blue eyes darted over his limp form, searching for injuries.

"I am surprise you don't recognise me," Harry said silkily while standing next to Wyatt, swords still in their hands.

The twins looked at him, there eyes taking the in dark hair, that no longer laid like a bird nest on his head, the green eyes that were no longer an mirror image of his mothers but had become brighter yet darker as power swirled within them. The lightning bolt scare was clearly visible on his pale forehead and now giving the only real indication of who he was, and even that was not as prominent.

"Harry," Fred whispered and George moved in front of Draco protectively.

"I assure you that you have nothing to fear from us," Harry said calmly knowing that they still believed that he had joined Voldemort.

"Where are we?" George asked his voice harsh and weary. He wanted nothing but to hold his blond mate and sleep.

"Azkaban," Harry answered simply.

"Why bring us here?" George asked, his gaze flicking to Wyatt for a brief moment before resting on Harry once more.

"It's a safe place," Harry answered looking over the three mates, "no-one can enter or leave Azkaban without my knowledge."

"Why come for us?" George questioned.

"Luna told me you would need me," Harry replied.

"Luna?" George inquired, wondering what the blonde had to do with Harry.

"Yes, she came to me in my dreams and said I would need to help you, I went to Remus to ask who she meant and that lead me to you," Harry explained.

"Remus?" George asked faintly. His twins sat behind him, hugging Draco's form to his, rubbing the blond's arms and whispering the in blond's ear.

"Yes, Remus has been in contact with me for a while," Harry answered vaguely.

"Has Remus joined You-Know-Who?" George demanded, his mind reeling at the implications.

"No, he has not," Harry said simply, "he joined me instead."

"Joined you?" George spat.

"Yes," Harry replied,

"And what side are you on?" George asked.

"The winning side," Harry said clearly.

George looked over Harry's form, the small stature and beautiful features with a cold darkness beneath him. George could believe after everything Harry had done to get into Malfoy Manor it was possible. George and Fred both knew that the wards had to be broken and for two people to be able to break such powerful and ancient wards was staggering. Usually it took a whole team of witches and wizards to locate the wards properly, and even more to break them. That was no even factoring the time it would take to break them.

"I can believe that," George told Harry with a sigh.

Harry sensed it was time to leave them alone with their feelings; it was a lot to take in.

"There are medical supplies in the cupboard," Harry gestured to a huge black armour which housed the supplies, "I suggest you rest, tomorrow will be a busy day."

Harry grabbed Wyatt's hand and pulled him from the room and shut the door behind them. Harry gestured to a nearby Dementor,

"Don't let them leave the room, however, do not drain them," Harry commanded and the Dementor took up guard and Harry stalked away, Wyatt a step behind him.

"Is that really necessary?" Wyatt voice floated back down the corridor.

"Yes," was Harry's simple response.

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Luna was sat calmly at the table, Remus was sat next to her, his hands clasped in front of him a shredded newspaper near him. His pale face was drawn and worry was clearly etched into his features. Sirius was pacing back and forth between the fire and doorway, his face worried and confusion written unmistakably on his worn face.

"I was wrong," Sirius muttered aloud as he came to an abrupt halt in his pacing.

"Yes, you were," Remus replied, "we all were."

"He hates me," Sirius whispered, sorrow evident in his voice.

"I think he truly hates us all, however, I think he understands the meaning of family. Of having people around that cares for you no matter what. It stops that darkness from consuming us, it gives us balance. I think Harry understands this, he needs us around to help him stay true to himself despite his role now," Remus explained.

"Why us? Why not the family of that blond guy?" Sirius questioned.

"I think he needs people who remind him of his past, of the mistakes made. We all condemned an innocent child to Azkaban and truly believed he had joined the man who murdered his parents. I frankly wouldn't blame him if he killed us all," Remus finished.

"You're right; you did condemn me to Azkaban," Harry's smooth and refined voice arounded from the doorway. He was alone and dressed casually, his face giving nothing away.

"You turned your back on a child, one you claimed to love like a son," he continued, his voice never wavering.

Sirius hung his head in shame, Remus felt like crying. Luna stood from her chair and walked over to Harry holding her hand out. Harry looked at her before placing his pale hand in her equally pale hand.

"Someone who I didn't know stood by me," Harry whispered. He had never met Luna Lovegood before he went to Azkaban, and he didn't know who she was until he claimed his rightful place. However, he knew her voice, always telling him to be strong, to wait a little longer and that things would work out. His Seer had being looking after him since he was placed in the prison. She kept him sane.

"Is Luna your Seer?" Remus asked his voice tired and flat.

"Yes, she is also Wyatt's for the time being," Harry answered.

"Harry, I wanted to say I'm sorry," Sirius spoke up, anguish in his tone as he avoided making eye contact with Harry.

Harry simply stared at him, his head moving to one side making his black locks fall over his eye leaving one eye looking at Sirius making the grown man shudder as he felt the force of the eerie gaze directed on him.

"I know you are, but it's not enough. I do understand though, after all I thought you were guilty," Harry said still looking at Sirius, "however, you knew me. You should have known the truth."

"I am sorry, I allowed myself to be deceived," Sirius began, "I realised when you were arrested that I didn't actually know you. I knew the boy I wanted to know. I didn't pay any attention to the things that came from your Mother. I admit I saw James most of the time."

"Yes, you did," Harry whispered, "what I said was true, if you had wanted to break out before you would have. You wanted revenge on Peter, that's why you left. Peter is dead, and soon you will be free. It's time to let go of the past. You have a daughter and Mate. They are your future," Harry said, passion filling his voice and he straitening up, his hair falling back exposing his eye.

"Are you part of my future?" Sirius asked, finally looking at Harry.

"Yes," Harry answered, though somewhat coldly.

Silence reigned over the kitchen and Luna guided Harry into the room properly.

"Harry, how are Draco and the twins?" Remus asked.

Harry turned to Remus and gave a small smile and began to tell them what happened.

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Harry was sat on Wyatt's lap, the Light King's strong arms wrapped around his slim waist. Harry's head was resting on the broad shoulder of the man. The room was silent except for the crackling of wood burning under the fire where their eyes were fixed watching the flames dance. Wyatt had placed silencing charms on their rooms to drown out the noise outside.

"I think Draco and the twins would be more comfortable in Camelot," Harry said breaking the silence.

"Camelot is homier than Azkaban," Wyatt said knowing that it was the truth. Camelot was a city, the Castle in the middle and coming from the wall surrounding the Castle were houses, businesses, parks, schools and hospitals. Magical folk of the Light lived there, free from discrimination of the outside world.

Wyatt knew that some Witches thought they were better than magical creatures because they were human in appearance, had whitelighters, and were generally powerful. Often they would blame the magical community for their mistakes and loses. He had seen this with his Mother when Chris was taken; she had blamed the elders…and later blamed him.

The Elders, although had done some good, now were outdated; it was time for a change. One he and Harry would create.

"You could take them once they are healed," Harry said, his hand stroking Wyatt's were it lay on his stomach.

"I will, I can also begin to get my subjects in line," Wyatt replied and kissed Harry's ear making the black haired male shudder and close his eyes.

"I would love to see you do that, but Light Creatures are more aware of the Dark," Harry whispered as Wyatt pressed his lips onto Harry's smooth neck.

"I'm not going to loss you," Wyatt whispered and Harry knew that he was shocked by what Lucius Malfoy had done to his own son. He was worried that the Halliwell's may do something similar, for the Greater Good.

"Your not," Harry replied and shifted his weight, grinding his arse into Wyatt's groan and feeling the organ harden under he movement as he repeated it.

Wyatt's arms tightened around his waist and his head dropped onto Harry's shoulder with a groan.

"We are powerful. We will crush anyone who tries to separate us," Harry whispered throatily as his own member hardened as Wyatt's hand wandered.

Soon moans and gasps filled the room as they pleasured one another, a whispered name or a caress and kiss. With a cry they both climaxed and heavy gasps filled the room.

"I love you," Harry whispered.

"I love you too," Wyatt replied, pressing a kiss to Harry's sweaty neck.

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Harry rolled over and bumped into Wyatt's back. Afraid he had woken the usually light sleeper Harry propped himself up on one arm and gazed over Wyatt's shoulder to see a sleeping face. Harry frowned; usually a simple shift or grunt in his sleep was enough to wake his blond love.

"Wyatt?" Harry murmured as he sat up fully and placed a hand on Wyatt's forehead which gave no indication of sickness.

"Wyatt," Harry said firmly and louder when the man still didn't move. Harry reached out his hand and shook Wyatt's shoulder. Harry felt his heart begin to pound in his ears when he didn't see any response from Wyatt. Harry's eyes grew wide as he shook Wyatt even harder but still nothing happened.

"WYATT!" Harry finally screamed and gave a sob when nothing happened once more.

Wyatt wouldn't wake.

TBC…

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