The Lord of The Fae

"Seamus we're going to get caught! We should just go back, if your mum finds us out here she'll have our tails!" Dean warned his best mate direly.

He loved spending summers with Seamus but he had a pension for getting them into scrapes. It was night but somehow day. He could see Seamus sandy brown hair clearly as if it was early afternoon instead of the dead of night. He knew that this was a memory, a dream. It felt like reality, it was better then reality. This was the summer of their sixteenth year. The summer he finally found what he was looking for, the night he'd realised he'd been searching in all the wrong places.

It had to be a dream, he knew he was not sixteen young and on the verge of finding true love. He was twenty cold and too sick too care.

He could feel the summer breeze on his face, smell the leaves and the trees and hear the call of night. Best of all was Seamus. He could feel the softness of his skin as he helped him over the hedge of a neighbors garden. Could hear the sound of his laughter. It was beautiful, it was warming. He didn't care if this was a dream. He didn't want to wake up. He knew if he woke it would be to a world of pain. In here with Seamus he was warm and happy.

"You worry too much mate, mum's fast asleep. Besides I know your just turning jelly on me. Your scared, admit it!" Seamus taunted him, that ever cheeky grin of his calling him forward. Dean wasn't sure if this was an echo of his present feelings or if it was a mirror of the past. All he knew was that then, like now he couldn't resist Seamus's smile. That he knew it was crazy to gallivant during the night and that Seamus must be out of his mind to want to skinny dip in a cold stream! He couldn't have his best mate thinking he was jelly now could he.

"I love watching you. You drive me crazy when you move Dean."

Seamus breathy whisper caught his best friend off guard, Dean was in the process of taking off his shirt but halted abruptly at this admission.

"What?" He gaped. Had he heard right. Being boys and best mates this was hardly the fist time Seamus would see him undressed. But suddenly Dean felt self conscious and let his shirt fall back into place.

"You just happen to have this kind of grace too you is all, I really wish I had it. It drives me mad with the wanting" Seamus said with a shrug. Was it possible to feel relief and disappointment all at once? He didn't know what that odd feeling in the pit of his stomach was but that's what it felt like.

"Your batty mate, you know that. I'd want to be graceful too if I stumbled around half as much as you did." Dean concede tossing the boy beside him a teasing smile.

He felt his smile slip a little, something was different. He could feel it, Seamus was looking at him differently. There was something soft and melodic on the air and the smile that perched on Seamus soft beautiful lips was heated and teasing.

Dean shot up like a rocket, nearly falling backwards into the stream. Seamus was looking at him like...like he wanted him. His best mate was looking at him not at all like a best mate should.

"This isn't at all what I had in mind when I thought of admitting to you, you know but it works" Seamus admitted with a mischievous grin. Dean barely had enough time to form a thought when he felt Seamus's hands on his chest. For a split second he thought Seamus was going to try and undress him. Shouldn't that thought make him scared and angry? Why did it send a thrill of excitement up his spine. He didn't have time to worry about it because he was being shoved backward.

The water wasn't frigid but it was cold and a surprise. Dean came up sputtering and cursing his friends sense of humor. Seamus was grinning at him, Dean was about to clamor out of the water but was halted when Seamus removed his shirt. He'd seen Seamus bare chested many times over the years. Sharing a room ensured that at some point the boys of Hogwarts saw each other bare chested. In the way of young men, the youth had not seemed to see any need to cover themselves as they bumbled around in the mornings getting their robes on.

He'd seen it all before, even teased Seamus for being so shy about his body. Seamus was one of the shy ones, wanting to wait till most everyone was gone from the dormitories before he undressed. He'd seen that smooth creamy skin before, but he'd never seen it bathed in moonlight. He'd never noticed how white it was, like pearls. He'd never had the urge to reach out and touch it before. He shivered where he stood in the water.

Seamus was anything but shy now, he was striping not just to get in the water it seemed. For him, his best mate was stripping for him and he wasn't repulsed. He wasn't shocked, he'd suspected for a while that Seamus was if not completely gay then at least Bi. He'd been waiting patiently for him to come out with it, it hadn't really changed anything in their relationship. Seamus to him was Seamus. The one person he trusted completely, when he woke in the mornings it was the first face he saw, the first face he wanted to see. Seamus was a part of his life, he couldn't imagine a life without him. He had no problem with his friend liking men. He had felt a little queasy when he pictured Seamus with one of their class mates.

The thought made him oddly angry, like he wanted to hex said class mate. Dean frowned, was that jealousy? Was he jealous of imaginary men? Yes, his treacherous heart whispered. If said imaginary men were going to be kissing Seamus, his Seamus then they deserved to be hexed. That's it, Dean decided. He was loosing it. Maybe Ginny dumping him had skewed his mind.

He had to reject Seamus as gently as possible, make him see it wasn't a rejection of him as a person and a friend. It was...what was it? Damn it was hard to think with him striping like that. It was hard to breath with him staring at him like that.

"I know Ginny leaving you for Harry hurt." Seamus spoke. Dean barely registered the words. He had beautiful hair, he'd let it grow out a little it curled just below his ears now. When had Seamus become beautiful.

He has always been beautiful. Maybe you just didn't see it Dean.

"And I know I comforted you and said she'd come back to you. All the things a friend should say." Seamus continued. Why was he going on about Ginny. Dean didn't care, he'd been over her for months now. She and Harry were happy, Harry was a good friend and sure it had stung his pride a little but he wasn't in love with her.

"But I didn't mean it. I hope she doesn't come back. I hope that after I do this you wont freak out reject me. That it wont ruin what we have." Seamus said dropping his knickers to the grass.

Beauty is found in places where you least expect it.

Why had it taken him so long to realise that his heart had always lane in one place. He touched that smooth white skin such a contrast to his own with reverence. Reject, why would he reject heaven. Some would say it was wrong that they were wrong. If that was so then to hell he would gladly go. If the feelings in his body and the wave of warmth in his heart was a pathway to hell then heaven was surely over rated.

The first kiss was his last. He knew that after the taste of such perfection he would never kiss another. Nor would he ever desire too.

" I Have been waiting forever for this Dean. I love you so much, I've always loved you."

"I want to stay like this forever." It was true, he wanted to stay here in the warmth of summer in Seamus's arms discovering love together.

"He's fading. He has to drink the potion, and he has too do it now"

The voices were faint, they didn't belong in this heaven of memories and shadows. He caressed the side of Seamus's beautiful face reveling in the feel of his soft skin. There was a faint nagging, like some one far away was touching him. Like a fly was dancing across his skin.

"Lets swim, its what we came here for. Your not freaked out or anything are you?" Seamus asked him. For the first time he looked unsure. He looked braced for Dean to yell or scream. Dean smiled at him.

"No. I'm a little surprised. Mostly at myself. And a little scared." He admitted. God his smile was so beautiful, if he never lived another day it was worth it to see that smile.

There was that touch again, it was drawing him away from Seamus. He was forgetting something, but he didn't care all he wanted was to be here, with him.

"Dean you cant do this too me. Please, you can do it I know you can. If you go I'll go with you..."

He knew that voice, that voice could reach him across oceans. That voice had given him the greatest love he'd ever experience. Seamus, not of dreams but of reality.

Reality.

Cold harsh and unforgiving.

"I'm scared, the world is so cruel Seamus. I've tried to be strong but I'm scared." Dean said, he was trembling. That was the truth. He was scared, as he'd been scared at sixteen. Scared to be in love with Seamus becuase the world was cruel and unforgiving to anything they didn't understand. Scared of what his mother would think, scared of what their other friends would say. Scared to face the world.

Seamus smiled at him, placed both hands on his chest and leaned into him.

"It is cruel, but we have to go on. It wont get any better unless we do something to change it. They cant break us if we don't let them. They can humiliate us, take our pride even try to steal our happiness. They can try but we don't have to let them. As long as I know you love me, and you know that I love you we can be happy. And the world wont win."

"I cant do it without you Dean. Please. I'm empty without you. I know you can do it, I know your scared and you probably don't want to wake, but I need you. Danny still needs you, both of us need you to be strong."

He wasn't sixteen, he was twenty in the snow and dieing. The world was dark cruel and frightening, it would be better to just fade into dreams. He didn't want to face the darkness the world had become.

Seamus needed him.

~~~~~~~~~

Seamus cradled the thin cold body of his lover to his chest. His lips were clamped shut, he resisted the potion that Simon was trying to pour down his throat. Seamus was terrified. He was so thin, and so cold. The stupid fool! No wonder he was sick, he wore the same T-shirt and shorts he'd been wearing from Summer and he'd given his cloak to the little boy. He didn't eat and he was paying for it. Seamus was loosing him and he was loosing himself as well. He knew that it was possible to live on without Dean.

Anything was possible.

But he wouldn't. Because what was life without your heart? How would he do it if Dean left. Would he simply just fade away into nothingness? Or would he have to physically remove himself? He didn't want to think about it. If these were to be his last moments with Dean he wanted to say what he had to say.

"Do you know how much I love you. I don't care what the law or church says. Your my husband, my partner. And it looks as if you've gone and found us a kid too. What are we going to do without you Dean. You cant just leave us here, I don't know anything about children! I'm selfish, I'll keep my own cloak and eat my own food and the poor little mite will freeze and starve." He was rambling he knew he was, anything to keep Dean chained to his mortal body.

Simon was trying to force his lips open, but Dean resisted. Simon shook his head, "He's fading. He has to drink the potion, and he has too do it now!" He warned. Seamus felt his heart leap into his throat. He was really going to loose him.

"Dean you cant do this too me. Please, you can do it I know you can. If you go I'll go with you..." He pleaded his voice breaking as he buried his face in Deans shirt. It was damp with snow and tears, his skin was so cold. Seamus rubbed at it, seeking to give Dean some of his own heat. He was so cold, and so still. His dreams were falling from the heavens. Raining down on him in a broken melody of despair.

"I cant do it without you Dean. Please. I'm empty without you. I know you can do it, I know your scared and you probably don't want to wake, but I need you. Danny still needs you, both of us need you to be strong." He sobbed. He had been too late, if he could have moved faster maybe Dean would have made it. He rocked back and forth as if trying to throw the desolation from his body. It only deepened.

Movement. Slight just barely there.

"He's swallowing!" Simon shouted in relief. "The potion should cure whatever he's got! But he needs to be warm."

Dean was going to live. A cry of joyful relief was torn from Seamus throat as he hugged the still unmoving body to him. He still shook. Until he opened his eyes and said the words he feared his heart would not believe it.

~~~~~~~~


Took from me all that I had
Left my soul and spirit dead
Killing everything in me
What is one used to be three


Everyone feared the Avenger. He moved through the streets like a shadow. It was said you never heard his approach. One minute you were alive the next you were dead. Even some of the strongest wizards didn't escape the Avenger. He struck and he retreated. To hear his voice was too know that your time on this earth was up. It was said that he always spoke to his victims before he finished them. He read them their transgressions and asked them for repentance then met out their punishment.

The Avenger had never been defeated. Children were scared into behaving by whisper of his name.

"Brush your teeth or Lord Voldemort will send the Avenger to get you."

"Be inside before dark The Avenger stalks the streets."

He smiled to himself, every one knew that if the Avenger wanted you no locked doors could stop him. Fred Weasley walked the streets like a shadow. Cloaked in darkness searching for his prey.

Now to drive away the pain
I'll destroy all I disdain
I'll become what I despise
Living someone else's lies


The Dark lord ordered him to kill, so kill he did. It was not that he owed him any allegiance. The Avenger was like a wild animal. You could train him but never get to close, you had to always be aware. If you weren't careful the animal you trained could very well turn on you. And he would, he had. Every chance he got he snapped at the chain the dark lord had around him. He was ruthless wild, dark and utterly unknowing. He lived only for vengeance. The death of his master had not been enough. Nothing would be enough. Kill after kill he made, he never saw the faces. He saw only his brothers killers. He killed them over and over again.



Don't ever back down
Don't ever turn around
My end has come
So now I come for you

He grew more brutal with each kill. And it was never enough. Nothing was enough.

The dark lord thought that because he held Angelina that he held the key to keeping Fred in line. Fred could really care less. And she knew it. The first time he had been brought to her cell she had looked into his eyes and wept. The bare facts were that when the moment was right he would turn on his master. He would revel in the slaying of the dark one. It may have been his minions that killed his brother but Fred was no fool. It was the all at the dark ones bidding.

When he had taken his life, when he had wallowed in the blood of his enemy maybe then it would be enough.

Now obsession rules my mind
This commotion makes me blind

There he was, the man Voldemort had sent him too kill. A traitor, a supporter of the order.
"Greetings, a rather chilly night for a walk isn't it?" He asked. The way the mans face drained of blood and fear filled his eyes was gratifying.

Searching out who ever runs
Or has stolen away my life

The fool was going to attempt to fight him, die bravely it seemed. He liked these ones, they were better then the ones who pleaded and begged. Their shill screams put him into a rage. As if they had anything to scream about, they went about their lives in happiness while he was shrouded in darkness. It was like a fever in his blood this urge for vengeance this lust for blood.

Blood so much blood. It was amazing how much blood a human body could hold. He had been astonished and horrified at how much blood his twins body had held. Whatever curse they had used to kill him it had ripped open his body to let it drain. They had been taunting him, elevating his brothers lifeless body in the air. The blood had came down on Fred like rain. The Avenger had been christened in his brothers blood it seemed.

"Fred Weasley? Is that you! We thought you were Dead!" The man exclaimed. He should probably recognize him. he didn't all he saw was blood.


But I'm already dead
Don't ever back down
Don't ever turn around
My end has come
So Now I come for you

"I am dead" He whispered. Then he attacked.

It was exhilarating it was feeling.

It was pain.

Like a knife to his chest.

He wasn't a killer, he knew he wasn't but he couldn't stop. He tried to stop, the man was screaming. Writhing on the ground.

IT WASN"T ENOUGH!

"STOP IT! STOP IT!"

You took my everything
I'll take your dying breath
I can't feel anything but
I'll live to see you to your death


The raw cry was torn from his throat as he hexed him over and over again. It was never enough. He still had blood in his body. His brother had lost all his blood.

He searched inside himself, he cried out for him.

He was never there.

"HELP ME!"

The sight of blood drove him to madness.


And your heart will break
It might be just as quick
Through your tortured expense
'Cause I won't back down

It always ended the same. He fell to his knees beside the mangled body. He was torn all his major veins broken so that he would bleed. On his chest a bright red A, had been burned into his skin. Fred shuddered as pain wracked his body. The man had hit him with several hexes, ones he hadn't even registered as they hit him. They caught up with him now. It would be better to just lay here and die. Better for everyone. He never looked at the faces. He would break if he looked. He was already broken. As the mans blood soaked into his clothing, he rocked himself back and forth.

"where are you...please...just once...just once.." He pleaded to an unforgiving heaven. He knew if he died he would burn in the fires of hell, he deserved it. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a flask. He would live.

His brothers murderer wasn't dead yet. He would know the bite of the Avenger.

I'll track you down
I'll beat you to the ground
My end has come
So now I come for you

And it would be enough. It had to be.
~~~~~~

Hari opened her eyes. She shivered. For a moment she had thought she heard a voice. A cry of desperate pain. She reached out one hand as if, if she tried hard enough she could sooth whoever had cried out.

Then the screaming started. Ron, suffering some sort of pain. She sighed, poor Ronald lately he had been suffering worse and worse. The most frightening ones came during the night, a bleeding rash had appeared on his chest. In the frightening shape of a spiky - A. Someone was killing people and marking them.

She shivered again, Hiaro would see to Ron. In the morning she would make him a salve to lesson the irritation of the rash. Perhaps his was the voice she had heard. It was getting harder to tell these days. Everyone was crying out in pain.