The Lord of The Fae

A/n: Ok first off I Have come to a final descision. My three main stories WY, LOTF,and MBTM I will contiue to update as much as possible. I'm not dropping the others completely there might be some updates for those here or there but those three are the ones I will concentrate the most on. Look to the profiel as usual for update news. oh and to warn you this cliff hangs *ducks and hides* I didn't mean too but it was getting much longer then I had entended and stoping there was the nearest logical point. I'll update soon Chirstmas break and all that I'll have a surpluss of time.

Here you go:

Hari braced one hand on the wood to the door of Fred's door. She felt a shiver go through her; there wasn't any time like the present for what she had to do. The sooner it was done the sooner Fred could make a counter spell for his invention. The sooner their collective fates could catch up to them.

That could hardly be avoided, not if the outcome was to remain the same. If she did anything to change it the outcome might alter, she shivered again. She felt Simon's hand wrest on her shoulder and his warmth sink into her. She knew that Hermione, Lee, Ron and Hiaro had followed her from the hall. Harry and Draco had wanted to attend as well but she had refused. Too many people would be a distraction.

Ron and Lee had insisted being as Fred was Lee's best friend and Ron his brother. Hiaro being her own brother would not even conceive of letting her take the risk alone. Hermione had insisted on coming to give Harry some peace of mind, she'd promised to keep them from hurting themselves too much. She spoke behind her were she could feel them gathered and hear them moving restlessly.

"This might be long and painful no matter what happens, stay with me and don't distract me."

When she had gotten their assurance she took a deep breath and entered the room.
~~~~Change of View~~~~~

It was all that he knew. All that he was. He strained at his bonds desperate for freedom. Desperate for a kill. They were denying him blood. He needed blood.

Blood. Death. Pain.

Blood ran from the sky to anoint him in its darkness. His body was wracked with pain, a great monstrous chasm was open in his soul. Like a greedy black hole it sucked in all that he was devouring him in his madness. Blood would wash away his sins, it would flow like a river and wash him away. They denied him blood, he had spilt the blood of so many others. His own blood had spewed from his body at the point of a sword. It had leaked down his chest in a waterfall of tragic beauty. It had washed away his life like the swiftest of rivers he had floated down its path.

At the other side George had been waiting. He had felt his twins presence closer then he ever had since his death. He had been getting ever closer, he had been dieing. He had been on the edge, standing on the cliff side of some great fall. He knew that when he fell he would be with his Twin. God he wanted it, he wanted it more then anything. He had thrown himself off the edge like a being possessed.

He had not fallen. They had reached out and jerked him away from the edge. It was as if he had been reaching out and for the briefest of moments he had brushed hands with the one person he needed only to be taken away. Pain knifed through his body like a lance and he screamed. He strained ever harder at his bonds, sweating, tossing and turning.

He had been so damn close! He had killed the old man and the Shodan, then someone had spilt his own blood. It had finally been enough!

He had been right there!

He had seen him, nothing more then a waving shadow so close...

The door to the room they had confined him in was opening, people were striding in. He cared not who they were, his fevered mind roared with pain and desperation.

"You brought me back....DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU!" He cursed straining on his bonds his eyes unfocused.

Whispers so many whispers like demons in the fire pits of hell, they mocked his pain.

"Form a circle around him...."

Fred laughed, it was the hallow chilling laugh of the mad. He laughed at them and their whispering. He laughed at their magic. They thought they could chain him! He had tasted joy, he had touched his twin and he would not be kept away! He knew the secrete now! It wasn't just the blood of others, it was his blood! He would slay them all, their blood would flow like the river and it would bath him in all its glory. Then his blood would join theirs, and once again the river would carry him to the cliff side.

This time when he jumped there would be no one around to pull him back.

He felt cool hands touch his forehead the pain ebbed away a little, it was like a cool wave of peace flooded his aching body. He took his first easy breath in months, he opened brown weary eyes to stare at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. An Angel.

"I'm sorry" He whispered. He was so sorry, he hadn't meant any of it. He hadn't known that any of this would happen. They had been such fools. He deserved death after all that he had done, he wanted death. He felt tears sliding down his cheeks, he knew his little brother was in the room but could not look away from the woman. He knew that if he looked away he would be lost again.

"Why are you sorry?" She asked stroking his damp forehead. The peace she gave was temporary he could feel that. He clung to it like a drowning man.

"For everything, for being..." His words were chocked off by a great shuddering gasp as the pain slowly began to come back.

"What did you do to yourself..." Her whisper he barely heard as the pain engulfed him. He screamed in agony as blinding white light stole his vision.

And then he was being invaded. They were inside him, they knew him. They were all seeing his darkest moment his secrete shame. The moment in time that had changed his life forever and sealed his doom.

(seven years before)

Fred Weasley stood in the middle of his bed room at the burrow a bubbling cauldron in front of him. His wild red hair was a little damp from its rising steam, his eyes glinted with suppressed excitement as, he wiped a hand across his brow and turned to address the boy beside him. The boy was his mirror image and was prodding at a vial full of glowing yellow liquid "Mine is ready"

The boy beside him didn't take his eyes off the vial as he poked his wand inside and swirled it counter clock wise in a rapid motion. He then took the ladle that Fred was holding and dropped a ladle full of potion into the vial. The potion inside turned blood red. He turned to smile at his twin. "Viola! Why Fred old boy I think we got it. The perfect binding solution! Can you imagine the poor blighter who gets a little of this splashed on their chair?" George chuckled.

Fred threw back his head and laughed if the solution was as strong as they had both intended that poor person would spend the rest of their lives with a chair stuck to their arse. It was a binding potion, the two things in contact would be forever bound together. Harmless enough when applied to objects...but people?

A wicked grin spread across Fred's lips "Hey George, say we tamed it down a little and used it for the joke shop? Could you imagine all the pesky little siblings and boring professors stuck to chairs and other things for a few hours?"

Georges eyes lit up and he slung his arm around Fred's, "Why it would almost be a crime if we didn't. But how strong is it now, how far do we watter it down?"

Fred frowned glancing at the boy beside him, "I don't know we would need to test it, on human specimens."

"Fred?" George asked eyeing him with a speculative glance.

"What?" Fred asked sensing his brothers nervousness.

"What if we drank it what would it do would it..." George halted, Fred knew his brothers mind and his feelings better then he knew his own he instantly picked up where George had left off.

"...Bind us together, would it be physical or...."

"...Internal? We could be together forever nothing could tear us apart then again....."

"...If its physical we could end up joined at the hip or something." Fred finished. They laughed nervously at the image that represented.

George frowned a little then got an idea. "What if we tried it on something other then ourselves first?"

The two boys agreed, the poor gnomes that were the instrument of their first experiment struggled furiously but the two boys proved stronger. Fred tied his gnome to the table and thought for a moment. "If we just put it on them both I'm sure that it will just stick them together. What if we had them swallow it no then..."

"...It would just glue their insides together and kill them what we need..." George shook his head.

"...is to change the compound, reverse the affect. Bind their essence their souls rather then their physical bodies which..." Fred said with bright eyes.

"...involves blood! And a reversal motion of the wand!" George finished in excitement.

Fred grabbed the vial while George produced a tiny Knife. The gnomes struggled letting out high pitched grunting noises of fear. George nicked them both making sure their greenish muddy blood was on the knife. He whipped the knife over the veils top making sure the blood dripped inside.

Fred moved his wand in a reversal motion stirring the potion inside chanting the binding spell softly. The potion flared bright green. The two twins looked at each other, and said at the some moment. "Viola!"

"Now for the test run"

The tow gnomes struggled they shrieked but both boys were relentless. Once swallowed both gnomes shuddered and trembled. Then they lay still.

George frowned, "Are they dead?"

Fred eyed both gnomes, they were utterly still but still alive. He could see them breathing...he peered closer at them. "George look their breathing in sync!" Fred exclaimed excitedly pointing to the gnomes. It was true, they were breathing in perfect time to each other. When George prodded one and it flinched the other one flinched as if he was in pain."

Both boys looked at each other, "Fred we did it! Their bond together! If my theory is correct as long as one lives so will the other! If we drank this we could never be separated if we gave it to our family's...could you imagine the possibilities!" George exclaimed.

"Yes but George he flinched when I poked the other one meaning he must have felt it too. That means if one of them died I think the other would to? Do you really want to live for as long as mum and dad have left? Not that I don't love them both dearly but their time is considerably less then ours if you follow me." Fred cautioned.

George grinned and nodded, "Right right, and like wise it would be unfair to limit the younger ones lives to however long we live. But if it's just us..."

They both stared at each other, Fred reached out one hand to touch the pale cheek of his brother. Beautiful. Everything about his twin was beautiful, Fred loved his family and he loved Angy, but to him the man beside him always came first. George had always been there, from the moment he came into life his brother had been beside him. They were a unit a team, sometimes they felt like one being.

When he hurt George was there to dry his tears, when he was filled with sorrow George was there to fill him with happiness. George always promised to be there for him, but life was so fickle. All it took was one accident, one misstep down a busy street. What would life be like without George. He would rather die.

The two boys smiled at each other. "Yeah, just us. We'll be together forever and this way not even life's fickle nature can separate us. When You die so will I and vise versa we'll be one person from now on it will be...."

"Just us."

They gripped the knife together. Each cut the other never taking their eyes off each other. A thrill of excitement going through their bodies.

And they drank, and they bound themselves together, they had let the two gnomes go. So they hadn't seen that they had been wrong when one gnome died the other did not die. Their lives were not the ones bound together. It was their souls.

(present day)

Pain slammed back into his body as the memory faded. His shame, their foolishness. They were always experimenting with the unknown. Mum had always said it would catch up to them. It had.

He screamed as waves of agony washed over him. He was so empty, it was as if the soul had been torn from his body. He screamed out his agony.

"Let him loose." The voice was soft, melodic. Angels...he was so close to heaven.

"HARI WHAT?"

"Are you Mad?"

Mad, madness... he knew it better then he knew life. It was his life. Yes let him free...."LET ME FREE!" he demanded. He giggled his vision swimming red the whole in the center of his soul ever widening.

"I said let him loose!" The Angle meant business she would not be disobeyed.

The pain gnawed at him, it chewed at him like a parasite. He groaned burring his head into the pillow biting hard at his lip. The blood ran and he laughed. Rich copper wine of the gods. Payment for his sins, the first droplets in the river that would carry him to paradise.

There were hands on his wrists, the clinking of chains as someone began to unlace them. His body wracked with tremors and shaking with anticipation. Surely the blood of an Angel would be enough? It would be, then the others would slay him and he would be with George. A smile spread on his lips glazed eyes sought out his prey.

The Angle was a woman, so very soft and beautiful this woman. She was walking towards him...only one more rope of chains to undo...she was speaking in low tones chanting something.

FREE!

He moved in a flash, he had no weapon no matter he would spill her blood with his teeth if he had to! The red haze covered his vision. The feel of her soft flesh beneath his hands sent a shudder of near extacy in his blood stream.

"HARI!"

"NO HIARO!"

So many shouts so much fear... he drank it in like ambrosia. Then there was a flash of magical light and the world was ripped open.
~~~~Change view~~~~~~
((Crowded streets all cleared away
One by One))

No sooner had Fred attacked Hari then Hiaro was moving to defend his sister. Ron had drawn his sword to do the same when she spoke.

"NO Hiaro" she shouted just as Fred's hands wrapped around her throat cutting off her air. Hiaro paid that no mind and neither did Ron. Before anyone could reach her there was a flash of brilliant white light. Ron closed his eyes, flinching back as an ice like pain shot through his skull at its brightness.

When the light faded and his aching eyes cleared he blinked rapidly to bring the room back into focus. He stared in shock. They were no longer in a castle room, they seemed to be suspended in space. The world around them was shadowed and black. Everything was dimmed and colorless, and ice cold. His breath came out in clouds his fingers threatened to turn blue and his teeth began to chatter.

"Dare the living enter the realm of the dead?"

A reverberating hallow voice spoke. The voice itself was a weapon, it's power forced them all to their knees, it crept inside his body and latched onto his life. He got the feeling that very easily within an instant he could loose it if the owner of the voice so inclined.

"who is so bold to knock on the gates of Hades?"

Ron shivered his knees threatening to buckle, Hades? He knew that name anyone who had ever been in school knew that name. Hades the lord of the dead, only a Greek myth. He was just a myth this couldn't be real. The Fae were said to be myth, so it most likely was.

Hermione's face was stark white her eyes wide with terror. Ron shot a glance to where Hiaro was kneeling assuring himself that he was alive and well. He looked a little shaken and just as terrified as everyone else but none the worse for wear. They were so very close to death, they could all die here. In fact he got the idea that were not Hades so intrigued as to their presence here they would already be dead.


Hollow heroes separate
As they run))

Hermione was reaching for his hand and he grasped it in his own offering her as much strength as he could. Hari and Fred were in front of him, Fred seemed frozen in place except for the trembling in his body and the frantic way his eyes darted about. Hari disentangled herself from his grasp and he remained frozen. She miraculously stood facing the dark void around them.

There was a hissing sound like that of air escaping a tiny space in a rushed stream.

"You have the blood of Gabriel, does God's lackey now send untrained underlings to my door step? Tis an insult that shall not be born!" Hades hissed.

Ron flinched at the anger in those Words but Hair faced them without fear.

"I come of my own will and my own power! You will hear me because I wish it!" She said. Ron stared at her in wonder. He had never heard her voice like that, low and melodic with a cord of pulsating power running through it. Around her body a golden aurora had lit and her sightless black eyes lit with an inner flame of sight.

Ron stared at her in shock, Hiaro looked just as shocked. What was going on here?

Hades hissed again in anger, "Little Angling do not forget you are still mortal and half human. Your father may indeed be Archangel but you are nothing! I will crush you should it be my will, I hold your life in the palm of my hands."

Hari paled and her light dimmed as if the life were already draining from her. Simone struggled against some unseen foe and cried out her name in frustration when he found it impossible to move. Hiaro's eyes widened with desperation and he struggled to rise to his feet. When he couldn't he let out a frustrated cry, "Leave her alone or...."

Ron felt a jolt of fear slam into his chest as Hiaro sputtered turning gray and he pale. The light of life in his eyes began to ebb away.

((You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine))

NO!

Hades was playing with their lives like they were puppets; he would kill Hiaro out of spite and nothing more. Ron reached out to grab the hilt of his sword. The moment his fingers clenched its hilt he felt a surge of power enter his body. Here in the underworld the aurora of the Earth King was brilliant, it cast the shadows back in its golden light. Ron surged to his feet drawing the blade.

"Let go of his life, it is not yours to play with!" He demanded.

He felt the shiver of death slide through his body, reaching out to take a hold of his own life. Hades laughter was like knives raining down from the sky itself.

"You do not rein here Miraza`! You rule them while they live, but when they die they are mine! This is my realm and he has trespassed therefore his life is mine!

"I wont let you take him!" Ron took a step forward. He could feel the mockery in Hades as the world around them seemed to chill even more.

"You can not stop me! I do hate to separate lovers, you may join him if you wish...come Miraza` join your lover in death I tire of word games. Death for you all for daring to enter my realm and make demands of me."

((Wise men wonder while
Strong men die))
Ron felt something like ice slam into his chest stealing his breath, stealing his very life. It froze his inner core; the light of the world seemed to be going out. He stumbled backwards…death like the frozen deserts of the Atlantic…so very cold. He sank to his knees slowly loosing awareness of who and where he was.

A frozen plane, he was aware of only one thing. If he was going to die then he wanted…He reached out and grasped Hiaro’s hand.

"ENOUGH!"

Her voice held the power of a mace, one that slammed mercilessly into his body. She seemed to shatter the hold Hades had around her. The world seemed to rock and flinch and Hades let out a hiss of pain. Her aurora was blinding Ron was forced to close his eyes against it, the earth shuddered beneath him and the darkness around them seemed almost to shrink back in pain.

Ron could feel Hades anger and rage rolling and simmering around them but the light kept the darkness at bay. "State your business Angling!" He hissed reluctantly assenting to her will.

“Release to me the soul of George Weasley. You keep him trapped in your shadow realms where he does not belong!"

The darkness around them seethed in its anger, " he has only himself to blame. They meddled in magic stronger then themselves. They tied themselves together in an effort never to be parted. He can not go to rest as long as his brother remains on earth and as long as he remains here his brothers soul shall deteriorate. And when this one dies he shall drag his brother’s soul into the depths of hell with him. They did it to themselves!"

What they had done, Ron wondered remembering the Vision they had all experienced through Fred. The potion they had made had done this to them? He shivered fully realizing what they had done.

“Then it must be them who to undo it.” Hari said she knelt in front of Fred ignoring the malevolent darkness around her.

“Hari don’t turn your back on them!” Simon warned her, she glanced up at him and shook her head sadly. She placed both hands on Fred, a shining light flowing from her to him. Around her the darkness swirled shapes and shadows moving in its depths preparing to strike. Hiaro’s hand clenched in his own, their eyes connecting. Hari was his sister; he couldn’t even move to help her. He could.

Hiaro’s eyes widened and he shook his head; Ron gave his hand a comforting squeeze. Harry wasn’t here to be the hero; Harry wasn’t here to protect him. It was time he stood on his own and defended those he loved. He had wanted a moment like this, had always been a little jealous that Harry was the strong one. He had been such a fool. Seeing his friends and the man he loved in danger knowing that their lives depended on his strength threatened to break him. It was the worst feeling in the world and Harry had to live with it everyday.

He suddenly admired his friend even more then he always had. What must it be like to live your life knowing you were what stood between millions of lives and certain miserable death. Knowing that your own courage was all that kept their hope alive. The pain and pressure of that must be unbearable. Harry did bare it, he moved on her persevered and had even found a measure of happiness. He had some inner core of strength that allowed him to rise to the challenge. With his brother and the others depending on him he could do no less.

“Don’t” Hiaro whispered.

“I have to”

He was up and striking just as a scaly and shadowed hand reached out from the dark mists to strike Hari. When his blade hit the shadow the world seemed to rock a little and a hellish shriek blistered his ears. Pain lanced through his body in rocking waves. He stumbled at the force of it, his body felt shattered he could feel the bite of his own power slamming into his arm. He had forgotten that he would feel the pain of any harm he inflicted on an enemy.

This is why Hizen had tried to teach him to rise above the pain, to fight in this war he would have to kill and to do that he would have to ignore the pain of any kill he made. He grit his teeth and tried to steady himself even as he felt his arm numb almost to the point of uselessness.

The were enraged, all hell seemed to rain down on him in retaliation as they tried to get to Hari. She was talking to Fred in low Melodic tones that light still seeping between them. He had to give her time! He ignored the pain in his body as a three shadowed forms burst from the mists to attack him at once.

His spirit so attuned to that of the past kings knew instantly what to do. His blade glowed a brilliant blue as he made four quick slashes in the formation of a square. The charging shadows slammed into an invisible wall. It glowed a brilliant green as he charged forward to deliver a slashing blow to what appeared to be their heads. Again the world around them rocked and his ears threatened to bleed at the pitch of their screams.

He couldn’t contain a scream of pain as agony burst inside his neck. Red and white flashed in front of his eyes as the electric hot agonizing pain assaulted his head.

Don’t faint! You can’t fail! You just cant they all need you…he needs you. Through the haze of his pain as his body weaved threatening to topple over his spirit was still unhindered. He gripped the blade tighter biting his lip so hard in concentration he could taste blood in his mouth.

His moment of inattention almost cost him his life as the sky opened up above him and something dark shadowed and winged swept down with glistening talons to snatch his body in its deathly grip.

He swung his sword up but knew it was too late he would be impaled on those great talons before his blow ever reached it.

“Limiti!” some one shouted.

There was a shriek of denial and anger from the winged beast above him as it seemed to freeze in mid air. He took quick advantage at its predicament spearing it through its side with his sword. It felt as if his sword passed through some sort of barrier before it reached its target. Once through the barrier seemed to shatter because the beast continued its downward movement impaling itself on his sword and evaporating as if it were no more substantial then air.

There was a hiss of angry rage and he could feel the malevolence of Hades shift from he and Hari to the person who had interfered. Hiaro was still on his knees unable to move but that had not prevented him from using the art of his people. The darkness boiled around him in rage.

His side felt as if it had been split open by a dozen swords his organs screamed with the pain of being ripped open. But they are not! You can still function keep fighting! He ordered his body. Nothing was going to happen to Hiaro! He would gladly die first. But he couldn’t protect both he and Hari at once.

Hiaro seemed to understand this. “Protect my sister; I can take care of myself.”

No he couldn’t but Ron had to trust that he could or they were all going to die here.