The Lord of The Fae

~Five minutes before~

Ron stared at the door Hiaro had left through; he had been staring at it for an hour. The sword of the Miraza` in his hand, he stared at it in bemused wonder. Hiaro had bowed to him, HIM! It wasn’t a small thing, which meant he had Hiaro’s allegiance and his support. It meant they were friends. Hiaro and Harry were friends; after all it was impossible for all of them to work so hard and so often together without some bonds forming, but Hiaro had never bowed to him.

Which meant what? Thoughts and memories were buzzing around in a frenzied chaos in his mind. After he had left Ron had scourged the castle looking for anyone that could possibly be the girl Hiaro was in love with. The problem was he had nothing to go on, all he knew about her was what Hiaro thought about her.

When he talked about her she sounded like a goddess, beautiful brave and strong. She also sounded like the biggest moron he had ever heard of. The more he thought on her stupidity the more disgusted he became. He had to be honest with himself the mere thought of that woman made him want to tear into someone, preferably her. He wanted to throw a tantrum to be honest he wanted to grab Hiaro, he had in fact never had so strong and urge to shout mine then in this one moment.

She was the one who could not see what was right in front of her, she kept him waiting and it caused him pain. He never allowed it to show, Ron felt a pang in his chest at the thought of how unreturned love could sting. He knew how that felt for years he had been crushing on Hermione but she treated him like a slow little brother at best. It had always hurt hence their sparing back and forth.

He frowned a little bit thinking on his relationship with her now, they had both matured enough to halt their childish digs enough to enter a physical relationship. Purely physical, she wasn’t exactly a sister to him he knew things about her no brother should know. However that was the closest to how he felt, she was Hermione and he would always care for her. He found her beautiful in her own special way and fascinating in her intellect. He had no problems kissing or comforting her.

He was a man and she was a woman, they were attracted to each other, so why shouldn’t they be together? It’s what everyone had come to expect, what in truth he expected of himself. So why did he feel such revulsion at the thought of Hiaro loving some one else? It was almost comical how badly he wanted to stake his claim to tell whoever she was that she had lost her chance that Hiaro was his and no one else’s.

It also scared him, Hiaro wasn’t gay and neither was he so what did he want? Was he really so selfish to deny his friend love just because he wanted his sole attention. While he in turn had Hermione. You could always break up with her. Then the score would be even. His treacherous little mind whispered.

What would that serve? Was that what he wanted the both of them alone for the rest of their lives just so they could be friends?

Ron groaned clarity slowly sinking into his mind, his body began to shake. Friends they were already friends, he was burning for something more. He had been inches close to kissing his best friend back there and he was damn lucky Hiaro had been too upset to notice. He sat there shaking his foundation gone.

He knew who he was; he knew exactly the way things worked. With so many older brothers all of them hardy and men’s men it was impossible for him not to think otherwise. Men loved women; they slept with them or married them depending on choice and circumstance. They under no circumstances slept with or kissed other men. They didn’t find them beautiful. They didn’t want too kiss away their sorrows or hold them while they slept…They didn’t want other men.

Now it was ok if other men got a little odd together, he and his family had supported Dean and Seamus’s relationship. It had come as a bit of a shock and rocked their world just a little bit, they were not the kind of people to judge others though so they had made room in their lives and hearts for new thinking. The Weasley male code of love: its ok if your friends go…odd. You deal with it, its even kind of funny sometimes. You however are a Man!!! Men do not love other men! If you show any sort of sign of being that way your brothers and family have license to remove your soul in that special way only older brothers, and overbearing mothers can.

Ron had walked a very strait and narrow path his entire adult path. He was a man; men just didn’t find other men attractive. It was against nature. Harry was nature, he could shape it form it with just a thought. He was also a man, and he loved another male. Ron was a man and considered himself normal, or at least he had until this moment.

He found Hiaro beautiful, graceful and stronger then he himself would ever be. He meant more to him then anyone ever had before. He didn’t like the thought of him loving anyone other then him. He hated to see him unhappy enough to let him walk into danger if he thought it would make him happy. He wanted him to smile, he wanted…him.

Ron moaned and threw himself back on his bed; it had to be this menstrual thing. It had to be some weird side effect of suffering a female pain. Hell it could even be something in the water! Harry had shown no signs of being gay until he came to this place, neither had Sirius for that matter. As soon as they came here lo and behold everyone was shagging their worst enemies!

Well that’s not exactly true, Harry and Draco have always been sexually attracted to each other. You and they for that matter just never saw it for what it was. Sirius and Lupin were shagging long before they came to this castle so he has always been gay and what do you really know about his feelings for Snape.

He shook his head clear trying to break the whispering voice of reason, NO! It had to be the water it just had to be! He was not gay! He just wasn’t!

Well obviously not singular to just males like Draco, seeing as you don’t have a problem being attracted to females. Congratulations you can officially say you love all people! It really opens up the playing field except if you were honest you’ve already chosen who you want your just too scared to do anything about it….

He was seconds away from pounding his head in and arguing with himself when a scream of pain and terror ripped through his body. He could feel the bite of magic and steal tearing into his body. He let out a cry of shock and pain as he felt the life leabing his body. Except it wasn’t his life, he was still alive he was feeling the pain of another like always.

It wasn’t just anyone though, as the life began to leave him his sword heated in his hand and turned a florescent blue. He could feel the power inside his body stir as if in answer and the life itself flowing into his body. The council members, if one of them died before they could impart all of their knowledge to the new Miraza` it had been fixed that their life and all their knowledge would become his.

It hurt, it was an unnatural way of leaning and an invasion to his body, it felt like fire lancing across bare skin, like salt rubbed into an open wound like the bite of ice as it froze and shattered skin. His head swam with memories and visions of Shijo’s life as the pain reached a peak and he screamed in agony.

Then it was finished and he lay on the bed broken and bathed in sweat. He barely had time to recognize that if Shijo was dead that meant Hiaro was in danger when the pain of a curse slammed into his chest. It tore into his body like a flesh eater.

It was nothing compared to the pain of knowing that Hiaro was about to die. The sword lit like a beacon. Uncontrollable rage and desperation swarmed him like a tidal wave, he was not going to loose him. He had just begun to find him!

It seemed time and space itself was shifting moving around him at his command. First the air around him shimmered and seemed to bend in surprise. He could hear the voices and whispers of beings, a tongue he didn’t recognize or understand. The fairy tongue, the air fae, they whispered they watched, they threatened.

He clenched the sword tighter and moved it in a fast half circle, and the beings seemed to recognize the pattern. The whispering escalated and the air seemed to throb with voices raised in song.

They let him pass. The air shifted and molded around him, he stepped through it bending time and space with a wave of his hand. He stepped into an alley way in the village of Shoja just as he felt a dagger tear into the stomach of his flesh. Hiaro’s flesh.

The song rose in a crescendo of rage. The voices chanting in the language of the fae, words and promises resounding in his mind.

^Feuer, ^ The voices chanted as the sword turned a molten red spitting fire and flames. Fire reached out to singe and burn anything in its path, he felt the fire in his blood swamping his body enveloping his mind. He let out a scream of rage and pain as Hiaro’s pain slammed into his own body. He sank the sword deep into the man leaning over Hiaro’s torn and pale body. He felt the bite of steel and fire spear his own chest. He was beyond feeling.

^Erde ^ They spoke again as the earth around them erupted in a volley of movement. It rolled it buckled and the plants around them reached out to do whatever damage they could to his enemy. The sword still in the chest of the man turned a florescent green.

^Wasser^ They spoke yet again as the sky’s opened up to pore down on them, all around them unused sewer systems and forgotten pumps splintered and broke. Water flowed like air around them drenching everything insight putting out the fires he’d inadvertently started earlier but threatening to sweep the both of them away.

^Luft^ When they uttered this word the wind tore at his body in the force of a gale. The air around them shifted shimmered and moved in a chaotic dance. It seemed the structure of earth itself had come undone was shifting. Things moved in the air that had not been there before, a portal a dimension between the worlds had been ripped open it seemed.

He could see them the fae, he could see their world in all its frightening glory. It was this world yet not. It was brother, it was father it was friend. He could see the parts of his world that he had never seen, there were shadows there were things moving around him. He shivered unable to let go of his rage or the power roaring through his body.

~STOP IT PLEASE…LOOK!~

He couldn’t tell who had spoken; at fist he could have sworn it was Hari, he could hear her voice as clear as day knocking against his barriers like a hammer. But then her voice faded and he heard some one else. One of the shadow things was charging him, and he knew its voice.

~Stop it, please don’t kill him…please…~” The voice was pleading even as he felt the chill of death enter his body. The man was dieing, there was great pain but a certain amount of joy as well.

“George!”

Ron started in shock; he and the cloaked figure had spoken at the same moment. The air around the shadow was warping he was becoming more and more solid with each moment. A long strapping figure appeared form its shadowed depths. His brown eyes were alive and swimming with a pale ghost of tears. He was solid yet not, he was there yet not of this world. He was suspended between the two, Ron felt the pain of that tear through his body and his fingers spasming around the sword nearly letting go.

~Don’t let go! Fred will die and we’ll loose them both. You have to bring them both back here~ Hari’s voice whispered in his mind. He clenched as tightly to the sword as possible as pain ravished his body. He had to bring them all back, but the pain was dragging him down. The voices were fading.

~NO! YOU HAVE TO HOLD ON!~

And the pain was lessoning somewhat, he could feel her touch. Soft beautiful takeing some of his pain onto herself, it hurt her to do so he could feel shadows of her pain in his body. Her touch prevented him from bearing it all.

~Hari you’ll kill yourself if you try to shoulder all our pain!~ He could feel the toil it was taking on her body he could feel the way it devoured her small frame.

~Bring my brother back, bring them all back they’re all going to die if you don’t.~ Her voices was a fading whisper. It was already beginning to destroy her.

He tried to renter the void, and as he searched the knowledge inside of himself he could have sworn he heard Shijo and the other masters whisper that to bring himself back he would have to pull the sword free of Fred’s body. And he would die, the magic and Ron’s will alone was all that kept him alive at the moment.

~Hari I cant! I’d have to let go! Stop shouldering our pain, let go!~

~I’m coming to you!~

~HARI STOP!!~

It was too late He could feel her power growing, he could feel her seeking outside of herself becoming one with the life and the pain around her. It was destroying her. He couldn’t let her die like this.

“SPIRIT REFORM!” He shouted the words Naru and the other masters whispered in his soul at the top of his lungs. He could feel Hari’s shock as he spirit was forced back into a solid form and separated from he and the others. He could also feel her falling, feel the pain in her body as she slammed into the ground. At least she was alive.

His own body was once again swamped with the pain of all of them once again, and his vision swam and darkness raised itself to meat him. He sent out a plea as his world swam.

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She lay on the ground body shaking with pain. It ate at her soul, but was nothing compared to the thought of loosing her brother. Of the pain she had felt coming from both George and Fred, of having such power but being unable to help. Her tears as red as sunset flowed down her face as she prayed to all of the gods she knew. They hung suspended on her chin, and then one of them slowly fell to the earth.

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Sirius hit the ground hard, the air being driven from his body. He didn’t much care he was just glad to be back at the castle. He groaned a little ignoring the pains in his back as he scrambled to his feet. Around him the others lay sprawled the only two standing were Harry and Draco. Draco went to help Hermione to her feet and Harry went to help Neville. He reached out a hand to help Severus to his feet and smiled at his look of contrite disdain for the whole ordeal.

“We made it out Sev, that’s the good news isn’t it.” Sirius reassured him with a bright smile. Severus shook his head.

“you and your bright sides of things. I saw nothing good about any of that,” he grumbled. Sirius rolled his eyes and ran his hands lightly up and down his back. Severus shivered a little.

“What on earth are you doing Sirius!” Severus snapped batting the younger mans hands away. Sirius grinned up at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well I was checking for wounds, I like your body just the way it is Severus and I want you to keep it in good condition….Is that a blush I see there Severus!” Sirius laughed, Severus pushed him away trying to hide the laughter in his eyes.

“Go away Black, your annoying me.” He bit out stomping over to help some of the others to their feat. Sirius offered a hand to Remus and pulled him to his feat. He looked weary and had bruises and blood all over his face. Sirius felt a flash of rage for the treatment of his friend but let it pass as the two of them clasped each other in a tight hug.

“quite making a fool of yourself and help me with Simon, I think he’s broken a few bones!” Severus’s voice thundered in his head with more force and pain then was strictly necessary. He jumped back from Remus and casting him an apologetic glance glared at Severus.

“Jealous much Snape!”

”Don’t be childish come help me!

Sirius gave a long suffering smile, fighting back the smile he knew would only make Severus angrier and gruffer then he normally was. He leaned down to help Severus shoulder Simon’s wait trying not to cause him any more pain then was necessary.

However he couldn’t resist one last jab, “It’s ok Sevy, I’ll always love you best.”
Severus was about to blister his ears with a scathing retort when Harry cried out in pain, what happened next happened in a blur. Harry had been half in and half out of his fae form, after his cry he opened fast disappearing wings and launched into the air.

He had gotten about thirty feet in the air when the transformation was completed and he was human again he plummeted back towards the earth.

“HARRY!” Draco shouted in horror and he was streaking into the air to catch his falling body. The two slammed into each other, the force of the hit causing Draco’s own flight to falter they plummeted towards the ground again, Draco’s wings flapping and beating erratically trying to regain his momentum.

He managed to right them barely a few feet from the ground, he landed them both and turned to Harry in rage.

“What was that? Some erratic attempt to end your life?”

Harry wasn’t listing there was a flash of green fluorescent light and he was fully fae again and preparing to launch into the air. Draco halted his progress by surrounding him in a ring of fire. To his shock Harry didn’t seem to care, he blazed right through the fire! Draco flinched in agony he could feel the pain that caused Harry.

Droplets of red splattered on his upturned face.

Help Me… Harry’s plea shot through his mind like a bullet, it was a desperate plea. All around them nature had seemed to come to life, the wind had picked up it was blasting his body in a fit of rage farther and farther away from the castle. The wind didn’t seem to care that it was slamming him into trees at break neck speed. The trees when the reached down to toss him, didn’t care that when they grappled at his skin their branches sank into his skin.

Draco’s fire instead of disappearing had taken on a life of it’s own it raced after him uncaring that it was scorching and burning him. Draco could feel every scratch, every twinge in Harry’s body. He merged launched himself into the air and zoomed after Harry’s disappearing form. The wind combated him buffeting him like a hammer slamming him into trees. They reacted on instinct, he was fire their enemy the one thing that could destroy them. They tore at him, the animals in the trees swarmed him to bite at his flesh.

There was a touch of desperation in all of it.

A feminine touch.

“HARI STOP!”
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She lay like a thing broken her blood flowing into the ground, her power all that was her life soaking into the ground. She could hear the song of the fae like a chorus in her mind. It splintered, threatening to shatter her mind. She did not care, she had powers of her own, a will like iron. She was not going to loose her brother.

She latched onto the voices, the thrum of power. They rejected her, they sent waves of dizzying shattering pain into her body. She did not let go.

“im Hari, lasto beth nin, tûr gwaith nîn mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a noston ned 'wilith.” (1)

She could feel them halt, a collective shutter in the legions of fae.

Archangel… (2)

It was a whisper or reverence of fear, They waited and watched with wonder, they read her will. The earth began to move to churn, all four elements moved at her command. Harry…Bring Harry…no matter what the cost.

”HARI” A faint voice of warning was intruding on her mind, threatening her hold on the elements. It sounded like Draco it was desperate it was pleading.

”Your killing him...Hari stop…” Her hold on the elements was slipping, If she didn’t get help the three of them would die. She grit her teeth and held on tighter.

~Hari nuitho i 'ruith!, ~ (3) The voice was pure unrelenting power she lost her hold on the elements instantly. The power left her body, leaving her cold and empty. She lay bleeding and broken her life blood sinking into the ground. She reached out with one pale shaking hand to read the air around her. Harry was with the others, his body was ravished with pain he was barely alive. She winced; she hadn’t meant to do that. She had only meant to bring them help.

Her breathing grew shallow, her life was leaving her but she was content. Draco would find Harry and bring all of them back to the castle healers. They would all live she was happy for this one thing.
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Draco landed next to Harry’s crumpled form a cry of horror tearing from his chest. Please don’t be dead, please whatever mercy you have don’t be dead. It was a plea to the heavens to whatever god watched from above. He gathered Harry’s body in his arm and cradled it to him. There was a thread of life in him, he could feel it. Elation spread in his body.

He stared around him in shock, most of the blood covering Harry was not his own it seemed. He winced at the torn and ravished body of Shijo, of Hairo’s still and seemingly lifeless form. He gapped in shock at Ron slumped over the body of…Fred?

Ron was weaving to the side his eyes rolling back in his head ready to pass out. His eyes rolled and focused on Draco.

“Hari…find…dieing…” He choked out, then he fell and knew no more.



A/N: hate to cliff you again but I did promise I’d have an update by today and I wont have time to write any more. I’m sooooo sorry. Here are some explanations for some confusing points.

1 ) I am Hari, hear my voice. The powers of my people, feel it in the water, feel it in the earth, feel it in the air! (she’s speaking the language of the Archangels I used Elvish because it’s pretty!)

2) in case you don’t know much about Fae or Fairy lore some people believe that each element’s king although highest and ruler of his element answered to an Archangel. The Archangels spoke for the one true god (whomever he may be) and carried out his will to the four rulers of the elements. They were not man, neither dead nor alive. They could however take on the form of mortal men and sire children. This was against the laws of god however.

3) Hold your wrath Hari. (oooh who said that… have to wait and see)

Oh and remeber to check my profiel for news of updates and what im currently working on.