Silver Wings

Harry awoke long into the night glancing over at his mate Wyatt, before slipping silently from the bed. Quickly he slipped over to the room where Leo and Chris now slept peacefully only just being healed from there close death experiences. Slipping up to the attic he drifted over to the Book of Shadows; Wyatt's family cherished so lovingly. He flipped through the old yellowing pages carefully looking for something… anything that could help him in his situation. He growled softly in annoyance. This book was pointless there was nothing here! Not even some stupid spell. Giving up he looked around before spotting another book off to the side. He slowly picked up the book reading the title softly, "King of Magic" well that wouldn't help he knew who that was. Then it hit him…Excalibur, he could use Excalibur! He was the mate of The King why couldn't he use the blade? It would help him that is if the sword thought him worthy.

It was then that he looked up only to see the very sword he was thinking of was there before him. The sword hovered before him hilt facing him right at waist height. He slowly stretched out his hand taking the sword lightly. He slowly raised the sword to eye level and whispered a small thank you to the blade. Excalibur hummed as if it truly understood him. He summoned up his magic quickly shifting to his Naga form dressed in battle robes of a dark green lined with black. He sheathed the blade carefully before apparating to the meeting point knowing full well it was a trap.

His focus came back just as he landed next to the swing set in the park. He faced two Deatheaters, their faces hidden under their horrid white masks. The first one glared at him; he seemed to be taller than the other and more widely built his voice was gruff as he stated, "Mr. Potter I believe you were told to come unarmed."

Harry raised a single eyebrow, "Really I could have sworn all it said was that I was to come willingly and quietly. It said nothing about being unarmed."

The other Deatheater laughed lightly before stating in a much smoother voice, "It matters not let's just take him to our Lord. He won't have a chance to attack with that silly little sword with over fifty death eaters within a hand span of their wands."

They both grabbed ne of his arms before apparating out of the park. When they landed Harry stumbled slightly due to the extra weight of the two death eaters. He stood completely and looked around him. There were many death eaters within the large ball room. The room itself had a high ceiling with a large black chandelier glowing, just enough to give light to the room. There were no windows and the floor was a hard black marble. He looked over at the very back of the ball room were Voldemort sat upon a large black throne made of bone. He had a sneer upon his snake like face and his eyes glowed a blood thirsty red. He raised a single bony hand; beckoning Harry closer.

Harry stepped forward confidently and stopped just as he reached the foot of the throne. His large green eyes shimmered brightly. His wings stretched just so that he could wear them as a cloak. His tail swayed lightly behind him. It was then that he hissed out the greeting he had planned. "You summoned me Voldemort", The Parseltounge slid gracefully off his tongue as he nodded slightly.

The Dark Lord's sneer grew larger as he replied in the same language, "indeed young Harry. I did sssummon you. Interesting that you actually came; and with only an sssword at your ssside. Tell me Harry have you finally decided to give up thisss war?"

"If it will keep the Halliwell sssisstersss alive; then yesss. I have come to care deeply for them. They need not be involved in thissss feud."

The Dark Lord laughed darkly before raising his hand. At this summons three death eaters brought out the charmed ones who were all bound and gagged. Voldemort looked over at the death eaters and quickly ordered, "Take them home as promised. Harry kept his word and so shall I. Now come Harry, I wish to talk to you alone." Voldemort stood and began to walk off to a door off to the side.

They entered a softly lit room that held a large oak desk with a single chair behind it. Off to the right was a large fireplace that held a large pitcher of burden and two glasses. Voldemort gestured to a seat. "Sit down Harry oh and don't bother attempting apparition. It is tied into my magic signature there for you are unable to do so. Now tell me what you think you can accomplish with that pretty little sword of yours?"

The young naga glanced up at him, "I won't be sitting Tom and neither will you. This war ends now." Harry drew Excalibur from the sheath and it sung as he swiped it through the air. He felt the cold metal of the handle against his scaled hand and he shivered.

Tom merely smirked before drawing his wand holding it tightly in his hand, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry's eyes widened and he quickly brought the sword up to catch the killing curse against the blade. The spell rebounded off Excalibur hurling itself back at its own caster. Voldemort cursed viciously as he quickly stepped out of the way, "Oh Harry, A magical sword? Come now how low can you possibly go? Are you to good to use a wand now golden boy?"

Growling Harry swung the blade at the Dark Lord's throat making said person stumble back from the blade rather ungracefully while flinging a cutting curse at the attacking boy. The young naga hissed in pain as the cutting curse hit his knee causing it to buckle beneath him. Voldemort smirked and stood completely before quickly sending a spell to Excalibur sending it hurtling off to the other side of the room. Harry looked up only to find the other persons wand in his face once more, "now Potter you finally face your defeat. If you will not mate with me willingly then you will die. Now I will ask you one more time…Will you submit to me and become mine?"

Harry looked up at him with a dark look before spitting in the Dark Lord's face, "Never".

"As you wish!" The tip of the wand pressed harshly into Harry's temple, "Avada Ked…."