Family Bonds

Chapter 4.

Don't own HP but I still wish I did



He couldn’t breathe. His head was hammering like thunder, his eyes hurt like a sharp knife was stabbing at them. He couldn’t get far and eventually he fell to his knees trying so hard to breathe. His robes folded about him as his body shook. Too many people, too many voices rang through his head. He felt suffocated in that large room, his palms started to sweat as his hands gripped at one of the thinner pillars that decorated the hall. And even worse was the scents all about him, hitting him so quickly that he could have been knocked out. He was heaving now, he felt so nauseated that he started to dry heave. Cold sweat ran down the back of his neck and his hair hung in front of his face.

He had to calm down, he wasn’t suppose to be this scared, but he was. He hated showing any emotions since that incident happened two years ago. He clenched his eyes shut quickly.

“No no no no….” he gritted out through clenched teeth. He would dare not bring it up never again. Slowly his breathing began to become calmer and it was easier to breathe.

He stood up on shaky legs but his regained his cool and distant composure. His ears slightly twitched at hearing footsteps behind him. His eyes closed before he turned towards the approaching person. The sound of the footsteps stopped and Lucas opened his eyes and looked directly at Ron whom was standing five feat away from him. Lucas sighed and ran a hand through his silver tresses pushing the strands away from his face.

“What do you want Weasly?” He asked his voice holding it’s cool tone. The tone itself was neither harsh or demanding, but it stung like needles that ran across bare flesh.

“I…. I wanted to know is this who you really are or-”

“Or what? Because I’m in Slytherin I have to act like this?” He asked his eyes narrowing a bit.

Ron nodded his head walking up to him slowly. Lucas put his head down his arms wrapping about himself.

“Leave me alone Weasley. I don’t want anyone to understand me.”

Ron stopped merely a few inches away from him now. His hand came up the tips of his finger’s barely even touching Lucas’s shoulder making Lucas’s eyes shoot open and quickly backing away from Ron.

“Don’t touch me!” He shouted fear flashing in his eyes before he ran off down the darkened corridor and leaving Ron alone.

“I… I barely even touched him….” Ron said quietly to himself. “Was he…. was he afraid of me? Or does it run deeper then that?”


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He had watched them from behind the shadows. It was worse then he had thought, yet there was nothing he could do as he watched Ron leave to go back to dine with his friends. Opened black robes fluttered from the soft breeze that entered the now empty hall, he leaned against the pillar for a brief moment before he sighed to himself. He needed to talk to Lucas. Emerging from the shadows Feral heard a few shrieks from on coming students that had walked passed him. He groaned a bit before walking away from the frightened students and heading after his brother.

As he walked along the hall he stopped quickly feeling someone watching him.

“I do not believe that you are a student,” the person said from beside him. The tip of another’s wand sat against his neck. Feral grinned.

“No I suppose I’m not. But then again I could be a new professor don’t you think?”

Stepping out from where he stood was Snape, sneering at Feral’s answer.

“Look either you can put down your wand or-”

“Or what?” Snape asked raising a slim eyebrow at the other male.

With a slight bit of teeth showing Feral quickly spun out of the wands aim and threw his left arm out onto Snape’s neck pushing them man against the stoned wall. His right arm was up and held his wand onto Snape’s temple. In his left hand was Snape’s own wand and the sound of Feral dropping it was heard.

“Or I could dislodge it from you instead,” he answered grinning with narrowed eyes. Snape just glared at the younger male. The two stared in one another’s black eyes before a throat being cleared was heard.

The two looked over to see who it was.

Standing in the hall were two people, per say Dumbledor and Feral’s twin, Araca.

“Should we come back?” Araca asked smiling like a cat at Feral.

“Shut-up!” Feral growled out releasing Snape from his arm and backing away.

“Well this is awkward to say the least, um perhaps I will come back latter Severus?” Araca asked raising a brow.

“How the hell do you know him Araca?” Feral shouted pointing a finger at Snape.

“Gentlemen please we shall continue this discussion in my office, yes?” Dumbledore asked raising a quirk brow. The two men dressed in black looked from one another to Dumbledore and both followed behind the other two males.

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Tea was being poured into four porcelain cups. Araca had volunteered to sit in between the two men, for fear that one might jump the other. Accepting the tea from Dumbledore Araca sipped at it and smiled in comfort.

“So do tell what that thing is doing in this school Albus!” Severus growled out after refusing the cup of tea offered to him.

Feral growled and shot up facing the potion master.

“The hell are you calling thing you slimy piece of shit!?” Feral shouted out hands clenching and unclenching into fists.

“Feral sit down,” Araca calmly said touching his brother’s arm.

Feral sat down his eyes glaring at Snape, Dumbledore just smiled ignoring the little out bursts of the two.

“Yes well Severus this is Feral Masters and I had decided to acquire him to help out in the DADA classes this year,” Dumbledore said taking a sip from his tea.

Snape just glared at the other male whom was giving a triumphed smile.

“Oh before I forget here,” Araca smiled and set down his tea.

He stood up and pulled out a silverfish vile and handed it to Snape.

“As ordered, I did the experiment and it seemed to stop the transformation process. But that was just with a mouse now for a human, I’m not sure.”

Snape nodded his head and took the vile from Araca.

“Yes well we’ll see if your theory is correct.”

Feral growled a bit.

“Look if you don’t need me I need to find Lucas before he has another brake down again,” Feral said and left quickly.

Araca sighed to himself but smiled non the less.

“And there goes my twin gentlemen,” he said laughing along with Dumbledore.

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