The Lord of The Fae

She was floating in a sea of light it seemed and that very sea was floating her deeper into its depths. The voice of the one called Archangel whispered to her in a soothing rhythm.

She knew she floated on the brink of death; she stood on a cliff and had only to take one step to decide her fate. If she stepped back from the edge she would suffer the mind numbing pain of her life. If she fell into the depths below it would all be over.

What would it be like for it all to be over, no more pain, no more sorrow.

Even before she heard the voice she knew she would choose life.

The voice was a stranger to her ears yet she was drawn to it. He pulled her back away from the edge; she felt cool fingers on her face and his whisperings. She moved toward his voice.

"We need to get her back to the castle; I'll carry her you lead the way Sirius."

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Draco held Harry's hand in his own as he slept, the castle healers had been able to save him and Draco had not left his side since having brought him. For him Harry came first above all things. He had however made sure that someone went to find Hari, Sirius had been the logical choice to track her down and Simon had opted to go with him even though he had his own wounds to deal with.

Draco had been in no mood to argue the point. He had gotten Harry and the others to the healers as quickly as possible, Sirius and Simon with Hari in his arms had returned an hour or so after and the Healers had been in a rush to save her.

Snape had been in a flurry of action having to make healing potions for a variety of aliments. Draco ignored most of the action. He stayed by Harry's side waiting for him to wake up. Those who had gone to the slave pits were generally ok. A few healing potions for burns and malnutrition and the like fixed them up.

Ron had been one of the first of the ordeal with Fred to wake because he was otherwise ok except for the constant pain in his body. Fred and Hairdo had required miracles to save them but it had been done. Fred had woken twice since then Hairdo once. Shijo would never wake again. They wanted to burry him when Hairdo was able to attend the service.

Harry had not woken once since his healing, Draco gripped his hand waiting and silently pleading. If Harry died the world was going to know a hell and a furry like none other. He knew he would follow him but he also knew he would seek vengeance on anyone who had a part in his death. And anyone who tried to stop him.

"I don't know whether to be touched or scared Draco and would you mind letting go of my hand you’re cutting off the blood flow."

Draco started in shock, so glad to hear Harry’s voice that he felt tears gathering in his eyes. He promptly let go of Harry’s hand to envelope him in his arms.

"Were those tears I saw Drake?" Harry asked even as he moved deeper into Draco’s embrace.

"You know you scare me to death Harry, you really do. When are you going to ever get some sense? All of you bloody Gryffindors are going to drive me mad!" Draco exclaimed. He couldn't stop himself it was as if he was being controlled by some urgent need to see all of Harry to make sure not one hair on his head had suffered any permanent damage.

His hands sought buttons and ties with an almost fevered movement. They smoothed over warm skin memorizing every portion. His lips kissed and caressed each revealed portion with almost reverence.

"I really am ok Draco." Harry assured him on a gasp as he felt Draco's mouth tease his throat. Draco moved his lips down its column to Harry's bare chest scraping his teeth gently across his skin. He felt Harry shiver and move against him.

"We have friends to check on you know..." Harry insisted even as Draco left the chair beside the bed and moved till he was straddling Harry. He loomed over hair flaxen hair swinging in front of electric blue eyes. Harry suddenly didn't care, they were hardly going anywhere.

Draco smiled as ever a shadow in Harry's mind. "You'll probably feel a little selfish later you know, so will I for that matter. But you know what Harry..." Draco's lips slid into a slow smile that had Harry's pulse jumping. He lowered himself till their bodies were molded together and Harry could feel just how aroused they both were.

He moved against Harry in a slow maddening pace, Harry almost growled at him in frustration. And then Draco's tongue slipped in the shell of his ear and Harry whimpered.

"I don't care." Draco whispered.
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"So when were you planning on telling me what happened to you?" Seamus demanded softly closing the door to Dean’s room. He saw Dean stiffen where he stood by the window. Ebony eyes turned to meet his brown ones with something like sorrow and fear in them.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice a change in you Dean? Did you think Danny wouldn't notice for that matter? You can barely stand to be near me anymore, was I supposed to let that go?" Seamus asked his voice hardening a little. He was hurt; he had thought that he and Dean trusted each other without conditions. He had been proven wrong it seemed.

"No...You don’t understand Sea..." Dean sighed turning away from him. Seamus felt his hurt deepen.

"How can I understand if you hide things from me, Dean I love you if you suffer something I need to know about it. We’re partners aren’t we?" Seamus demanded of him. He was not going to let him shy away from this.

"Yes Seamus! But maybe we shouldn't be! At least not for a while...God Sea don’t look at me like that!" Dean pleaded with him as Seamus felt something akin to a fist slam into his chest. He stepped quickly backward as if by distancing himself he could avoid the hurt those words had caused.

“What do you mean not for a while? You can’t just stop…” Seamus backed up even more unable to complete his thoughts. Not being with Dean was unfathomable. Beyond anything he could conceive. Death may separate them but he could not conceive that Dean would ever part from him willingly.

“I need some time, it’s not you Seamus and I’m not saying that just to say it. It really is me, I love you and if being with me will hurt you then I can’t be with you.” Dean tried to explain a hint of desperation in his voice.

“And you think leaving me won’t hurt me? Are you mad or just daft?” Seamus shot back harshly, he winced when he saw Dean flinch, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Dean when he had already been hurt. He struggled to rein in his emotions to suppress the hurt for the time being.

“You can’t always protect the ones you love from ugly things, if that were so then you never would have fallen into those bastards hands.” Dean said in a more soothing tone. He stepped towards Dean careful not to get to close; Dean was like a skittish colt ready to bolt or rear in fear if startled.

“Sharing your pain might hurt me, only because your hurting and I would do anything to erase that. With time we could break past all that, with time you could heal. Have some faith in me, if my touch makes you uncomfortable then I wont touch you until you ask me too. You have to have some faith in yourself as well. You have to believe that you did nothing to deserve what they did to you and it is them that are the stained ones!” Seamus insisted.

Dean was silent so Seamus continued. “If you leave me the only thing you accomplish is the breaking of both our hearts.” Seamus entreated. He waited desperately for Dean’s response; he felt a moment of absolute sinking desperation when Dean shook his head.

Then there was a wave of relief when a slight smile spread on Deans lips, “Well you can’t heal without your heart can you.” Where the only words he spoke.

Seamus was so relieved he almost threw himself into Dean’s arms, in an earlier time he would indeed have done so. Instead he settled for a brilliant smile and a nod. “You bet your arse you cant. And it was a rather daft notion for you to try. I told you Dean you’re not getting rid of me, now about Danny what are we going to do with him?”

Dean glanced at Seamus as if seeking permission, Seamus almost laughed it was a mirror of the look a little boy might give his mother as he held an lost animal in his arms. He rolled his eyes playful and had to restrain the urge to hug Dean to him. He rolled his eyes instead and said, “well seeing as he is parentless, although we can’t legally adopt him we cant throw him to the street either. We could foster him I suppose, if that’s ok with him of course.” Seamus offered.

Deans smile was so incredibly beautiful, it triggered his own. “Do you know how proud I am of you? I’ll kill you if you ever let yourself go for someone else again, but I am proud of you Dean. You might think of yourself as unclean but when I look at you all I see is beauty. Everything about you is beautiful.” Seamus whispered aching to touch him but willing to wait.

Dean smiled wanly, “I know Sea, and you have always seen me that way. Even when we were boys, it took me ages longer to figure it out didn’t it. I guess that hasn’t changed.”

Seamus smiled fondly at him “No you’re still slow, but I love that about you just like everything else so it’s ok.”

Dean smiled back then took a deep breath, he slowly reached out one hand and clasped Seamus much paler one in his own. He did flinch a little but he kept a hold on his hand, a bright smile spread over his face. Seamus could feel him trembling a little but his joy was infectious.

“I know with time I can get over this. I will get over this! Because I want what we have, I don’t ever want to loose it or you.” Dean vowed solemnly. Seamus nodded and didn’t protest when Dean let go of his hand. One step at a time was good enough for him.

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Harry didn’t get around to visiting any of the others until the next morning as it turned out, and Draco was right he did feel a little guilty about that. He was also right in that he wouldn’t go back and change his actions. He had visited Hermione and Lee after breakfast, and then popped into Neville’s room whom was being attended to by Luna. He had stopped in to talk to Seamus and Dean who were playing a game with Danny. When Draco had tossed him a look as if to implore him into having kids of their own some day Harry had shot him a look and repressed a shudder.

He had just come to the terms of their relationship the last thing he needed to think about was defying the make up of the male body. His world had been turned upside down enough. Although if he honest the three of them looked beautiful together. Seamus with his impishness delighted Danny, Dean the more responsible of the two kept the other two in line. He pretended to be stern but in truth anyone watching could see he was hopelessly wrapped around both Seamus and the little boys fingers.

Which was as it should be, they were both good for him. Dean had even let Danny hold sit on his lap briefly today. Harry and Draco had decided to leave the newly formed family of sorts to themselves for a while and had stopped in on Hari who was being watched over by Simon. He had rarely left her side since rescuing her Harry supposed he felt responsible for her. Draco had been a little cool to her which Harry had snapped him out of real quick. It was hardly Hari’s fault she didn’t know the full extent of her powers. She had not meant to nearly kill him he was wholly forgiving Draco had taken a little prodding.

After saying good by to them Harry had decided to check on Ron next only to find his room was empty. He glanced at Draco who arched one eyebrow.

“My guess is he’s either with his brother trying to figure out what brain malfunction caused him to go on a mad killing spree or he’s with Hiaro finally figuring out what the entire world figured out ages ago.” Draco smirked. Harry rolled his eyes.

“You’re a bit of an ass Draco anyone ever tell you that?” He scoffed heading towards Hiaro’s room.

Draco chuckled and responded, “Well only one person has ever dared and that person is the biggest pratt that ever walked the earth so I tend to ignore him. “

Harry couldn’t repress a grin, he knew exactly whom Draco was talking about. “I do it for your own health you know, if no one else tells you the facts I consider it my duty to do it for them.” Harry quipped to which Draco laughed.

“Yeah I love you too Harry” Draco chuckled as Harry pulled open the doors to Hiaro’s room. Hiaro was sleeping still a little pale but otherwise ok. Ron was sitting in a chair he had propped up in the bed beside him his own skin very peaky looking. Harry could tell he was suffering some unknown pain but his eyes were only for the young man lying in the bed. He glanced up when they entered and nodded to them both.

“Hi Ron, how are you feeling?” Harry asked eyeing the lines of weariness forming on his friends’ brow. It was a simple question and he expected a ready answer but to his surprise Ron appeared to be struggling with its answer. Harry eyed him with puzzlement; he glanced at Draco who seemed merely amused.

“well Ron it’s about time, and it was so very Gryffindor of you to figure it out only when you were threatened with loosing him. Now that you have though I hope you’ll prove to be less a Gryffindor and not balk at the threat of change.” Draco sneered slightly.

When Ron winced Harry kicked Draco lightly in the shin, “Behave!” He ordered then turned to his friend. “He is right though, It’s been kind of obvious your feelings for each other were changing. You seem to be the only one who couldn’t see it.”

Ron shook his head, “I’ll ignore for a moment that I am not gay and agree with you. My feelings have changed,” here he glared at Draco, “And any strait male discovering he wasn’t as strait as he thought would indeed balk! Especially when the receiving party is strait and in love with somebody else.”

Both Harry and Draco started in shock, this was news to them. “What are you talking about, are you saying Hiaro told you he was in love with some girl?” Draco demanded of him.

Ron nodded to them and related everything Hiaro had told him about her to them, to his surprise Draco burst into laughter and Harry grew angry. Ron glanced from one to the other in puzzlement.

“Do you know who she is? Cause if you do I have a thing or two to say…” He never finished Harry had taken one hand and hit him over the head. And it wasn’t entirely playful, it stung.

“Ouch Harry! What’s your deal?” Ron demanded sharply rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.

“You’re a Moron! That’s my deal! What if I told you Draco was in love with some girl with black hair and green eyes with a scar on her head? What would you say to that?” Harry demanded exasperatedly.

Ron thought about it, “I’d say they were describing you and that they were slightly gender confused.”

Harry rolled his eyes, and Draco nearly fell to the floor with sobs of laughter. “Don’t choke Draco it’s not funny it’s moronic! And if you say it’s because he’s a Gryffindor I’ll hit you!” Harry reprimanded him. He turned to Ron, “Good you can recognize a description of me so why can’t you recognize one of yourself?”

Harry watched as puzzlement turned to shock, Ron glanced in amazement from himself to Hiaro then shied away a little. “Do you mean all this time he’s been in love with me and I couldn’t see it?” Ron asked.

“Yeah that would be the gist of it,” Draco wheezed from where he was leaning against the wall, he probably needed it’s support he was laughing at him so hard. Ron glared at him not likeing being laughed at. Draco rolled his eyes and pushed away from the wall. “So we’ll leave you two alone so you can do your “I’ve always loved you” sequence.” He sneered.

Ron blanched a little and shook his head. Harry almost hit him again.

“What is it now Weasley!” Draco demanded a little impatiently.

“But I’m not…”

Harry did hit him again and he wasn’t sorry even when Ron cursed and tried to hit him back. “You deserved that mate, sorry and all that but if you say your not gay I’ll have to do it again” He said rubbing the bruise Ron had left on his arm.

“Don’t hit Harry Weasley or I’ll have to break you. And just why are you balking when you now know he loves you back?” Draco asked with one raised eyebrow.

Ron blushed and glanced from side to side as if mortified. Draco rolled his eyes as Ron cleared his throat and muttered something Draco wasn’t even sure he himself could understand.

“Don’t speak too loud now Weasley you wouldn’t want anyone else to hear you!” Draco scoffed.

Ron glared at him and nearly shouted, “I SAID I DON’T KNOW HOW!” When Harry and Draco just blinked at him he continued a little more softly. “I don’t know anything about being gay ok, what do you do? How does it even work?” He stuttered turning bright red.

This time it was Harry falling into fits of laughter and Draco who was disgusted, he almost hit Ron himself.

“Well first there’s the operation, then you have to dance around in a dress on the full moon.” Harry said nearly chocking on his laughter.

When Ron actually paled in distress Draco had heard enough. “Jesus Christ Weasley just be yourself, actually you should scratch that since your such a moron try being somebody else!” he sneered.

Harry kicked him again then turned to his friend, “it’s ok if you don’t know exactly what to do about the intimacy part. I’m sure Hiaro does let him lead until your more comfortable.” Harry counseled.
Ron nodded turning to Hiaro as the young man’s eyes began to blink open. Harry lead Draco from the room knowing the two needed to talk.

As they walked away Draco was still shaking his head.

“Don’t say it!” He warned.

Draco glanced at him a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Gryffindors”
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The Dark lord was not pleased with the events in the slave pits. He had lost severely score of death eaters not to mention the death of hundreds of pure blooded families. He did not know exactly what magic had been performed in the pits but having witnessed its aftermath for the first time Lord Voldemort was wary.

The only surviving witnesses had been the slaves themselves and pure blood children, whom were now all parentless. Survivors had told of god like beings who came down from heaven to smite the evil. As crazy as this sounded the ruins of the pits were testimony to this being true.

Lucius left the dark lords manor in a state of agitation. His body still stinging with the pain from his masters ire. He appeared in his own home and bellowed for his wife. "NARCISSA! COME QUICKLY!"

He could hear the clicking of her heels as she neared the dining hall before she actually made it into the room. "Lucius darling what is it?" she asked as she caught sight of him.

"The Dark lord has ordered that he and his closest followers meet in the strong hold. The Order wants a war and The Dark Lord wants to give it to them. We will remain in Riddle manor for the time being, pack your things." Lucius informed her. He watched for any tell tale emotions on her face. There were none she was as calm as ever.

He was not a fool, it was quite a coincidence that on the very day the order struck a terrible blow against the dark lord that Narcissa had so uncharacteristically wanted to visit the slave pits alone. She had passed it off as seeming uncaring but the fact of the matter was she had not wanted his presence there.

It was no coincidence that when he had been willing to give up his own son and that traitor Snape, that both had some how escaped the dungeons when they had been wandless and chained. And that both had some how managed to sneak back into Malfoy manor to retrieve their wands.

"Of course Darling I shall get right on it, although I must say I prefer our own home. Riddle manor is so very dark, not enough color if you ask me." She prattled even as she summoned one of the house elves.

He was going to be watching her very closely.
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"I said throw the stick not hit me in the face with it!" Sirius was irritated with Snape's seeming lack of enthusiasm for the game of fetch.

His sleek black body was running back and forth in the castles east yard. His tail wagged furiously back and forth nevertheless enjoying every minute of the game. They had shared many moments like this over the years most of them before Severus had found out his dog was actually a man. Since then they had not played, Sirius suspected Snape was embarrassed that someone would know he could play a childish game.

He had missed it, he had begged Severus to take him outside so earnestly that the grouch had finally agreed. But he really wasn't doing it right, he had nearly chucked the stick into his face and appeared amused by Sirius ire.

"Well my aim is a little rusty Sirius, let me try again." Severus apologized, there was however a certain glint in his eyes. So Sirius knew when the stick went pelting past his ear close to poking out his eye that he was doing it on purpose.

"Are you trying to blind me? Sirius snapped. Severus actually chuckled a sound that was still oddly to them both, a sound he rarely made in front of others.Which was oddly just fine with him, Sirius found he could be very possessive when it came to that sound. It was his, Severus didn't offer it to anyone else. It made him feel warm inside to know he was the one who could bring it out.

"What are you going to do about it Sirius, there is after all not much you can do being as your..." Severus was interrupted when Sirius charged him snapping at his heels as Snape turned to run in the opposite direction. He was laughing, Sirius coveted that sound like it was gold. To him it was.

Sirius grabbed the end of his cloak with his teeth and gave a playful growl. He tugged hard backwards he heard a tearing sound and Severus was tumbling to the ground. Sirius waisted no time in planting his paws directly onto Severus chest. He growled playfully into his face.

"Looks like I win Severus. I always do." He panted.

"Alright alright get off me you big ox, you ripped my favorite cloak!" Severus admonished.

"I'm sorry." Sirius apologized, Severus felt the wait on his chest lifting a little as he watched Sirius change from dog to man. Then Sirius was leaning over him hands splayed across his chest dark hair falling in front of his eyes. Severus shivered a little.

"You know I bet you haven't even tried not being naked when you transform." Severus admonished.

Sirius grinned down at him and place one scorching kiss on just below his ear."Not yet, that would make things a lot less exciting for the both of us." He laughed as he felt Severus jolt a little.

Sirius was leaning over him his body pressed between Severus legs. Severus moved against him sending a bolt of erotic heat through Sirius body.

"Yeah I can see that you're excited, and it is a rather splendid sight." Severus admitted he moved up against Sirius again tearing a moan from his throat.

Their lips sought each other and their tongues tangled together in an erotic tango. Sirius moved rocking against him as his hands caressed the bare skin of his back and kneaded the skin of his thighs. Sirius broke away from the searing heat of Severus's embrace to begin working on the buttons of his shirt.

"Before we get too busy, we are outside in a yard, where anyone could see is. All they have to do is walk out the kitchen doors." Severus warned arching one black eyebrow.

"You have a wand find a way to shield us because I'm not stopping." Sirius shrugged continuing to free Severus of his shirt.
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The castle seemed oddly at peace, although she was aware that the world outside was in turmoil that the dark forces were gathering here in the castle there was joy. It was as if internally everyone knew that they were on the edge, that in barely a moments time they would spiral into the heart of darkness into the thickness of war and pain.

These moments were the last few moments of sunshine, a time to bond together to become strong. She could feel the castles inhabitants whether they knew why or not doing just that. They would have a few days no more no less.

Gabrielle had told her so, and she knew from experience that this was so with all great disasters. She had much to tell the others, about herself about the war to come and about what she had seen in her many visions. Simon was asleep by her bed and she let him. He was exausted and needed his own rest. She glanced at him rather fondly he was an interesting young man.

She placed one hand above her head as if she could touch the air itself and sought outside herself. Severus and Sirius were in the kitchen yards. She felt a pang of guilt remembering the vision she had. Somethings were better left unsaid for the time being.



A/N: Hee Hee, and no thats not a cliff hanger Cause Hari is not going to reveal what she saw for a couple chapters yet. Hope you enjoyed, sorry about the delay My computer layout got all messed up and the plans got erased...*sighs* I think it came out ok.