The Lord of The Fae

Newly Betta'd (lol cute pun) by *drum role* Missa!!! anything that has been will say that at the top.

Each rising for Harry since the death of Ginny Weasley had been cold, gray and empty. So cold; that the first thing he was aware of upon waking was the fact that he used to remember what warmth felt like. He was so used to its absence that it had faded into a pale dream, something from long ago in his past that could just barely be remembered.

This morning was no different. He padded away from his bed into the adjoining bathroom and splashed water on his face. He couldn't recall whether it was hot or cold, the waters temperature had no effect on his body. What did he care for personal comfort when the world lacked Ginny? His Ginny, perfect and beautiful and understanding. She had been his, his to love and protect and he had failed miserably. He gritted his teeth, he should have been firm! When he had broken up with her in sixth year it had been for her own good. Instead of heading him she had forced her way into coming with him. And he had let her.

Now she was gone, and with her she had taken all his love and all his warmth. So as he dressed he paid zero attention to what he put on. Something black he hoped, black was the color his world had turned, black was the state of his soul; it fit him. He was barely aware of walking down the hallways of Naru's castle knowing that anyone who saw him would not dare say any words of welcome or of glad tidings of the morning. They had learned quickly it was best to scurry past him, head down to avoid making eye contact.

They treated him like broken glass, soft words gentle hands worried glances, and he preferred it that way. He didn't want to talk to anyone, what was he to say. They all wanted their little hero to get better so he could save their asses. Harry was never going to be better! His world was gone, his light snuffed out. This was the extent of his existence. If one more hypocrite disguised as his friend urged him to, "get well soon", he was going to snap.

And they had learned that too, they had learned not to let him practice against anyone other then Hizen. He had nearly killed Ron in a rage once, completely blind to the fact that Ron was friend not foe. He was truly damned because he felt not a morsel of regret. He felt simply cold and dead.

So he was surprised to find when he entered the dining hall to have the entire order gathered at many of the long tables to stare directly at him. They peered at him as if expecting him to erupt into hysterics at the slightest provocation. Ron was seated next to Hermione, who sat next to Seamus and Dean. He hadn't seen either of them for months; it was rare the entire order gathered. All of them in one place drew too much notice and was too hard to keep secret. Something big was obviously about to happen. Harry didn't care.

He stared right back at them, staring each one of them in the eye. What did they know about anything? They looked at him with pity, some even with thinly vied disgust. As if to say Potter is such a wimp, his girlfriend dies and he flips out like a baby. Harry felt a burning rage gathering in his belly. Those same disdainful sneering faces needed him now didn't they? They where all so worried about their own asses that it made them a little nervous when their hero didn't spring back like a slinky after taking a hit. They could all go to hell for all he cared. He saw Hermione flinch and new that, that particular sentiment was there for the entire world to see right there in his eyes.

"Harry nice of you to join us, take a seat we have a lot to discuss," Remus' calm voice floated through the haze of his anger. Remus was perhaps the only person left who he could stir himself to care about. Ron and Hermione, he may hold himself to blame for not protecting Ginny when it mattered but there wasn't a way in hell that he had forgotten that Ron was supposed to be on watch. He had thought it funny at the time, that his best mate had finally stopped thinking about kissing Hermione and just done it. Ginny had died for a laugh then.

He knew in his mind that he should be glad that Ron had done what he did, he knew that there had been so many Death Eaters that Ron would have just died with the Twins had he stayed at his post. He couldn't bring himself to caring, the fact was he had left and they had been attacked. He couldn't look at those two without feeling ready to pop from rage.

"Harry? Come sit down now. There's a good lad." Remus soothed patting Harry gently and working him into a seat. Harry shot him a chilling glance, his message clear.

Don't treat me like a child, I wont fucking stand for it!

There was a flash of pain in Lupin's eyes before he turned away and gestured for Hermione to step forward. She and Ron looked about as nervous as hens entering the lions den. He stared at them daring them to start their speech. Harry, everyone's worried about you. We’re all sad about Ginny but isn't it time you moved on. Harry your being selfish, we’re all hurting just as much as you are but we’re dealing with it. We need you to be strong. WE… WE… WE...! NEED… NEED… NEED! He knew his inability to talk was in part a shield for people he had once thought of as friends and comrades. Part of him really feared what he would say when the feelings twisting and burning in his stomach burst forth.

He wasn't going to be able to keep silent if they began saying any of the things he knew was coming. So he stared at them chilling and unblinking, warning them with glacial eyes that if they began they would regret. He saw a tremor go up Hermione spine as she glanced at Ron for comfort. Ron stared at Harry with hard eyes and settled his mouth in a determined line.

Since when was Ron determined and forcefully, while Hermione faded into the background? It just proved that his friends had changed and he hadn't noticed until it was too late.

"Harry we need to tell you something; to explain someone's presence here." Ron said taking a step towards Harry.

Who's presence? He didn’t care who was in the castle at any given time. It would have to be Voldemort himself to have everyone this nervous. Ron opened his mouth to continue but there was a clatter in the hallway and next to him Lupin groaned and muttered.

"Ah… Christ they're early."

Who... Harry froze.

Three people were striding into the hall. Hermione was shrinking back, a look of pain on her face as if the shit was about to hit the fan. Harry stared in shock from each of the three faces.

One was a man he had sworn to kill when he was sixteen, Snape looked whole and healthy the murdering bastard and completely confident to be facing Harry after all these years. The second shocked him so, that he nearly didn’t register the third.

"Sirius!" He gasped.

There was a mix of joy and rage stirring in his gut. Joy that his best friend and Godfather appeared to be alive and healthy; healthier then he ever had actually been while alive. Rage that he had been alive all these years, had said nothing to any one; had let him grieve and blame himself. Rage that he was strolling in with Snape; the lowest piece of slime that ever called itself a man. Rage that he didn’t appear to dislike walking next to Snape; he was walking at Snape's side as if he belonged there. It was clouding his vision boiling in his blood. He struggled vainly with himself too keep it all in check. He had almost succeeded too, and then he spotted the third person striding into the room.

"MALFOY!"

"HARRY STOP!"

Harry was moving, moving faster then he had ever thought it was possible to move. He wanted to slam his fists so hard into Malfoy’s face they would have to search inside his skull to find it. He wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands, as images of the night he'd last seen the blonde flashed in his brain. Dumbledore lying crumpled on the castle grounds, Malfoy staring in shock at Snape with that fake look of terror and regret on his face.

He was going to kill him, he wanted Malfoy’s blood on his hands and then he would deal with Snape and he'd give Sirius five seconds to explain himself before he joined his new friends. He didn’t register his shirt tearing, Ron had grabbed its back but Harry’s rage carried him forward. He didn’t register Hermione’s sobs, or the room erupting in shouts and people rushing forward.

HE WAS GOING TO BREAK MALFOY!

The moment their skin touched Harry felt a burning sensation in his body, in his mind. Like he had swallowed acid and it was eating away at his inside. He was seeing green; bright electric laser green, it was flashing in his eyes… crackling in the air; lancing out from his body like he had turned into a human lightning rod. Malfoy stared at him in shock; the ground was shaking; from the floor Devils Snare shot up through the stone cracking it, splintering it. It shot towards Draco with deadly intent. The hazy light was wrapping around the blonde choking off his air; seeping into his body.

As Harry gripped Malfoy’s arms he found he no longer had control of his body, he was fused to the blonde; bolts of energy sizzling in his blood causing his body to shake. His hair stood on end as if electricity had touched it. It hurt like hell, the skin at his wrist was itching, burning as if it ached to burst open and become something else entirely. Draco had to pass out soon; no one could breathe with all that magic pouring down their throats with malicious intent. Malfoy’s eyes flashed electric blue and Harry gapped in shock as the blonde burst into fire, it lanced out and caught Harry.

For a moment in time they stared at each other, eye to eye.

Burning together.

Harry was aware that the flames should have devoured both of them, that he should be burning and screaming at this moment. That he should at least feel the pain. What he was feeling wasn't pain. It was white hot, spearing like a lance through his body to be sure; but it wasn’t agonizingly painful. it was like a rush of energy going through his body, as if cells dead and gray where suddenly shocked into life. It was heady and it burned inside him, throbbing in his body in almost a sexual sensation. Even his teeth tingled with energy as if they longed to lengthen in snake like fangs and take more of the fire into his body.

And just like that it stopped, whatever magic he had just performed it was too much too fast and his body was telling him it had suffered enough. The fire and green light faded and Harry felt himself falling. The last thing he heard was Sirius voice.

"Told you he was the key."