Shadows and Orbs

Chapter 26

Draco, Fred and George were sat in their rooms. Draco was looking much better, the change of scenery and presence of his mates doing wonders for his recovery. He was currently sat on the sofa reading a book; his feet were in Fred's lap while he was lent against George. He could hear the quiet murmurings of the twins who were planning their next product.

With a rush of cold and warm air the room filled with orbs and the Magic Kings arrived. Draco stood from his seat and bowed slightly.

"I wanted to thank you both for getting me and my Mates out of Malfoy Manor," he murmured as he looked at the ground, he felt the twins stand up and stand beside him.

"I don't know if you would have done the same for me Draco but its Luna who you need to thank," Harry said waving off the gesture, "she was the one who told me you needed help."

"I shall thank her, but please accept my thanks to you- you did not have to get us out," Draco persisted.

"I will accept your thanks for the moment, but we do require your help," Harry said, knowing that if the pompous Malfoy did not like his task then this scene would have been for nothing.

"My help?" Draco asked as Wyatt and Harry sat down on the chairs apposite them.

"Yes, Wyatt needs your help in running Camelot…Luna recommended you," Harry replied. Wyatt then explained what Luna had said, Draco agreed after Wyatt assured him that they would work out a proper employment contract later. Just as Wyatt and Harry rose to leave the room they twins decided to say what they had wanted to say since they arrived.

"Oh, and congratulations you two," Fred smirked.

"What?" Harry asked a frown on his face.

"On your bonding," George answered.

"How'd you know about that?" Wyatt questioned.

"Your magic was felt all over the world," Draco told them, knowing the twins may drag this out.

"Really?" Harry whispered.

"Yeah, warmth followed by cold," Draco nodded.

"Whoa…" Harry murmured, "I hope this doesn't happen every time we have sex."

Draco and the twins gave a laugh as Wyatt playfully lunged at the other man. Harry dodged with a laugh and orbed away, Wyatt following a second later.

They landed at the throne room of the castle. It was clear to Harry that Wyatt had not used this room before. The thick drapes were closed and the scent of dust filled the air making Harry cough. Wyatt shot him an apologetic look.

"Sorry…I just never used this room…didn't really need to till now," Wyatt explained.

"You didn't want to do anything with Camelot before- you didn't have a reason to," Harry stated with a small smile and grabbed Wyatt's larger hand.

"How will this help us find Chris?" Wyatt asked as he waved his hands to a nearby drape which pulled back slowing sunlight to filter through.

"The journal…" Harry said as it orbed into his hand and he thumbed through the pages quickly, "here."

Wyatt took the book and began to read the scrawl on the page:

I know that soon I will have to move from here. Azkaban needs to remain open for the next King. I have created a secret chamber- deep down enough that I can remain undisturbed. My court will remain in Azkaban to protect the Dark Throne from siege.

The chamber I have created lies in Germany and with my presence it will insure that nothing can grow there. Only another Dark King can enter my Chambers.

Upon a completed Bond my presence shall be stronger as the Dark Forces grow and I will give my power over to the New King in any way he sees fit.

"Germany?" Wyatt said as he looked up at Harry.

"Yeah, I did some research- the only place which fits is Nurmengard," Harry told his blond lover.

"So Chris is in Grindlewald's prison?" Wyatt whispered.

"Yes, chances are that Melinda killed off Grindlewald or placed Chris in another part of the Fortress. No-one enters there anymore. Only House-elves," Harry explained.

"It makes sense that a Dark Lord would be attracted to a former Dark King. He probably built Nurmengard over it," Wyatt said while he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah…so Chris will have being affected by the First Dementor," Harry said sadly.

"We'll need a Healer for Chris then," Wyatt muttered then looked up, "how where the other Dementor's made then?"

"I don't know…maybe this First Dementor will be able to tell us," Wyatt answered.

"Me," Harry said firmly, "you aren't going to his Chamber- you will get Chris out."

"What?" Wyatt hissed, "You are mine to PROTECT!"

"I know, but will the First Dementor affect you negatively- he won't hurt me," Harry stated.

"I don't like it," Wyatt growled as he pulled Harry's smaller form to his.

"We are bonded now, the power we have at our disposal is unlimited. I am not weak, I am Darkness," Harry whispered as his pale hands stroked Wyatt's face.

"I know you can take care of yourself- but how do we know this former King won't hurt you?" Wyatt whispered.

"We don't…but I know that his power would have waned from a true King- I can take him," Harry replied and pulled Wyatt down gently and pressed his lips to Wyatt's. The kiss was sweet and lingering. They pulled back and rested their foreheads together and simply held one another as the dust that had being disturbed danced around them.

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It was just before dawn that the sky seemed to light up and darken at the same time. A wind seemed to blow through the barren place carrying hints of summer and light. It was followed by an icy mist which covered that land making it hard to see as the mist thickened into fog. From the fog strode Harry as he glanced over the fortress. He was wearing his 'King' outfit as he liked to call it. Rubilacxe held in his pale hand. Darkness danced in the green orbs as he moved swiftly and silently through the fog.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Harry sang out into the empty land- his voice carrying to a lone man in a cell whose eyes turned to the locked and bolted door as he stood from his bed weakly.

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