Last Chance

Last Chance
Kireania

Disclaimer: Sadly I still do not own HP or the attached Universe.

AN: This chapter is actually really nice to me. I love how it came out and I love that I did such a good job without needing smut in it to make me feel better about myself.

Warnings: There is seriously nothing in here. Just a bit of threatening and implied stuff.

Hopefully even without the smut people like this chapter. I need this chapter to help the plot along.

Oh and this is mindless begging on my part. PLEASE READ MY TRANSFORMER FICS…I NEED REVIEWS AND CRITIQUE!!!!!!!!



Chapter Seven: Meetings



“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this…” A hushed voice spoke harshly. Concerned eyes glowed as they watched their mates own pale eyes.

“Love we’ve been over this. I need to go. He needs someone close by and that damn spell doesn’t allow you to be close enough for too long. I can do this…”

Lips stop the second voice from uttering any more words. Those lips convey anger and desperation in a way that can never be spoken. A soft gasp echoed around their shared space. Breaths sped up as the kiss continued to express the fear and loneliness that was felt. Comfort and love tried to force it’s way through.

“I hate knowing that if you need me that I can’t be there…” whispered fears break the emotional kiss and bright eyes swirl in fear. “I don’t know what I’d do you three got hurt.”

A small hand caressed the soft skin above. The contact reassured both that they would forever be together even when apart. “My heart we will be fine. Our children will be fine. Nothing would dare touch them. Trust me…”

A soft sigh swirled through the air brushing the cheek that sat lower in height. Foreheads came together in a soft motion. Eyes were shut against the truth of what was being said and what had to be done. There was no other way to offer assistance and they both knew it would be needed soon. Harry was still not fully awake and with his mate’s condition still unknown they were bound to run into major issues…

“I trust you…it’s the idiots that I don’t trust. People are going to want you and I fear that some might not care if you are taken or not. I fear for you so much.” Nuzzling the smaller body the scared voice silently pleaded with the gods to suddenly change their fate so the one that held the very center of its being would not have to risk themselves…it was a useless prayer.

In a calming tone the other spoke. “I can hold my own.” A soft smile was given and a sincere one was returned. Both basked in each other’s presence as the time for them to separate drew closer to them.


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Lucius stared coldly at the trembling piece of flesh that stood before him. He couldn’t believe the report he had just been given. It couldn’t be true, there was no way his son was no longer a virgin. The biddings had closed more than a week ago and the winner had been informed that Draco would come to them this upcoming weekend.

Growling Lucius threw his glass of Fire whiskey at the wall and relished in the shattering sound it made. He refused to notice the quivering house elf that pulled its body into a tighter ball. It wasn’t the elf’s fault that Draco had gone and had sex but he would take out his anger on it anyway.

The beating began instantly and at first the elf didn’t cry out in pain but the constant kicks and crucios soon got to it and its screaming began to echo off the wall making the sounds that much sweeter to the mad Malfoy.

He only stopped his physical attacks when the creatures blood stained his shoes and the bottom of his robe. Steeping back he hissed at the creature angrily blaming it for bleeding on his clothing. Cowering in fear the Elf tried to apologize but it never got the chance as angry words proceeded a flash of green. The limp body fell down to the floor completely the look of fear forever sketched on its dead face.

Glaring at the stiff body Lucius tried to figure out how this could have happened. Who could have seduced his son this quickly. Cursing at himself he suddenly realized that he didn’t even ask that pathetic creature who it was that had taken Draco.

Walking quickly to his fire place he absently summoned another elf to take care of the mess that the dead one had left. Ignoring the flinch that the sight caused he instantly turned his attention to the fire place and the jar of Floo Powder that was sitting on the mantle. Grabbing just a pinch he threw some into the fire and called out in an angry voice.

“Bellatrix Lestrange, answer me now. We have much to discuss.”

It took about five minutes before anyone answered him but sure enough his sister in law’s beautiful face twisted in irritation. Seeing Lucius’ anger her curiosity peeked and she momentarily pulled away only to return with her husband right next to her.

“What is it Lucius that you have determined it important enough to disturb our lunch time.” Rodolphus was angry at having been disturbed his curiosity not nearly as bad as his lovely wife’s. Glaring harshly he waited for the blonde to speak.

“We have a problem. It seems my son has been seduced by someone and won’t be able to deliver himself as planned.”

Dark eyes narrowed in danger, both wife and husband had been eagerly awaiting their hard won prize to arrive on their doorstep and now they were being told that it wouldn’t be happening because that stupid boy couldn’t keep his legs shut. In a voice that could freeze water the Lestrange woman spoke.

“Well then brother in law what do you suggest we do? We paid you already and we expect you end of the deal to be delivered. We don’t care how but we expect to receive what is rightfully ours or else we will take our money back not to mention the interest that would have accumulated.

If Draco is not delivered to us or if the person that stole him is not found then I will be sure to have my own say beyond taking back our payment. We are generous though so we will extend our patience for a month. If you have not given us what we want by the end of the next month you will be sorry even if we are related by marriage.”

Lucius was unable to get another word in, before his call was ended rudely. Growling at the fire he threw the rest of his drink at it only to have the fire flare up and scorch his face just a bit. How could this be happening to him. Lucius glared into the fire as if it was the cause of all his troubles. He would get his son back and then who ever it was that had ruined his plans would pay dearly.


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Feet clipped along the hall in a quick fashion. Heels created a tapping sound that seemed to resonate through every inch of the pure marble hallway. There were framed paintings of past rulers each the strongest at their time…only surpassed by the one that succeeded them. That was how they ruled. Only the strongest could rule without being worried if there was a challenge. Every century there was a week long challenge that took place to ensure that the ruler was still the strongest.

This year the ruler had been defeated.

This year for the first time in over ten thousand years a female was going to ascend to the throne as the ruler and not as the consort.

This year the one that would step up to the throne was the ruler’s own daughter.

Her eyes were fierce green and her body was made of pure muscle. Her hair fell to her waist easily when it was loose or just in a braid. She was not the typical person that one expected to rule. She was already known throughout her people as one with deadly wit and a deadlier temper. She refused to accept stupidity and it was like she could smell a lie. She would not allow herself to be manipulated no matter that she would be the youngest one to ever be ruler.

The clicking heels stopped in front of a large wood door. There behind that door sat her future but today was not the day that she would accept it. She had to wait until the blood moon surfaced. It didn’t happen often but that was no matter a change in a ruler happened even less.

Taking a deep breath the young heir pushed the doors open with unreal strength and then walked in without announcing herself. Smirking to herself she knew she was the only one that could get away with this without her father taking off her head. She had been doing this for so long that he had long since given up on teaching her proper etiquette.

“Father we must speak.”

Dark brown eyes looked up from the piles of reports that had needed attention. Frowning at her entrance the older man sighed and sat up fully. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he looked at his daughter. She was gorgeous just like her mother. Those green eyes came from the woman as did her high cheekbones and her defiance streak. Hell most of the girl’s attitude came from her mother. Although he could easily accuse himself on chipping in with her stubbornness. Ea Aengus Divenya was not a force to be messed with.

She was as usual dressed in her loose blue jeans and a tight tank top. She had piercing all over her, some of which he knew were hidden from view. Of course the added jewelry only added to her unreal beauty and the fact that she already had a mate and a family made her even more beautiful. Her mate had made the girl smile the first time that they had met… His daughter had not smiled in over twelve years. The sight had been welcomed eagerly. Shaking his head he got his thoughts back from the nostalgia he’d drifted into.

“What must we talk about, Ea?”

Though his tone was bored Ea knew that she had his full attention. It wasn’t everyday that she demanded a talk. Smiling at her father she looked him over trying to figure out if he had changed since she’d been gone. Snorting mentally of course he hadn’t.

His hair was still pitch black, he gave that hair to both of his children, and his face was still sharp. His eyes were deep brown and within them was a vast amount of pure knowledge that he had gained over his lifetime and during his years as ruler. He still felt the need to dress in leather pants and a loose black top that gave him such an intimidating appearance…luckily he’d never taken to cloaks to well. Though his dressing style made her laugh at times she couldn’t deny the presence he had. It was like he filled a room no matter how much space there was.

“Mother has started singing…”

Though to anyone else that phrase would mean nothing to them it meant everything. Her bright green eyes watched as the older man sat up straight with a look of pure shock on his face. Standing up he was instantly in front of his eldest child. To her credit she was neither startled at his sudden proximity or by his reaction.

“Are you sure? Have you heard her? What is she singing?”

His eyes were now filled with hope. He had lost his mate years ago…right after his second child had been born. She had been torn from him by someone she had thought to be her friend. To know now that she was singing which she had not done since she had been taken was a miracle. That meant the binds that were holding her were weakening…She would soon be free.

Ea held up her hand to her father’s questions. She hated what she was about to tell him. She could easily tell that he wanted her back, hell all of them did. Even their kingdom missed her. When the news that the ruler’s mate had been taken and locked away it had taken all of his will to stop his people from starting a war. Her disappearance had hurt everyone.

“Her voice is not for everyone father. Only Kier Arlyn can here her. But she is leading him to me. I hear him humming her songs…he has never done this before. I do not know how much longer this will go on but there are things that we must start looking at right now.”

She had her father’s full attention now. If his son needed him then he was there. But they were not allowed near him…unless he came to them on his own free will. Standing at his full height Daman Ea Divenya looked around his study and then walked over to where a table was. On this table were drinks of every kind, needing something to hold he poured himself a drink and then one for his daughter.

“Go on, Ea, tell me everything that you have found out. Once I know everything that is relevant we will start whatever preparations will be necessary.”

Taking the offered drink Ea came and stood by her father for a moment before she went and plopped down on the leather sofa that was less than five feet away. Kicking her legs up on the low table in front of her she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling and sigh heavily. She barely knew where to start…

“There is so much and I don’t even know everything. Aiden is going to be with him starting soon. She has just transferred in so that she can keep an eye on him for me. My little ones are with her as well…”

Her children and mate were putting themselves in a situation that could go horribly wrong and it scared Ea to death. Tipping her head up she took a deep swallow of the burning liquid and drained the glass easily. She hated that she had allowed them to go…

“Aiden will be our hidden eyes and ears. He doesn’t know about her due to me keeping her here away form everyone else. I can’t believe I let her go…”

Silently her father filled her glass with more of the strong liquid. He knew how hard it was to allow a new mate out of one’s sight. It tore a person up inside with every negative outcome that could possibly happen. Remaining silent he waited for his heir to continue her tale.

“He already found his mate you know.”

Bright green eyes looked up and caught the deep brown eyes that were now filled with shock. It was near unheard of for one of them to find their mate this young. His mind wandered at what this could possibly mean.

“Have they bonded?”

A shake of her head deflated him a bit. If they had bonded then perhaps they would have had a better chance at getting through their obstacles. She gave a low laugh as she was once again watching the ceiling.

“You see father that’s a bit of a pretty pickle. Kier’s mate is a Malfoy. And not just any Malfoy, no, Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy estate, is his mate. And said mate seems to have a bit of a genetic defect going on right now…”

A low growl erupted from the ruler’s throat. The Malfoy’s had always been a pest towards them, always ranting at how they were superior just because they were fully human and that their magic was strong because of their pure blood status. To hear that Kier had chosen a Malfoy as his mate was a bit unsettling. But then again…why would anyone chose someone that they would be unhappy with. This Draco Malfoy could turn out to be nothing like the rest of his family.

“Just what do you mean…when you say he is having a genetic defect? I thought that was the entire family in general.”

Green eyes rolled in amusement though they never strayed from the ornate ceiling towering over her in a very dramatic fashion. Her voice was normal though it would be obvious to any that knew her very well that she was highly upset.

“It seems the Malfoy’s aren’t as pureblooded as they like people to think. There is creature in their blood. It’s faint but it’s definitely there, it’s the only way to explain why Draco Malfoy after his first session of sex with Kier turned into a mindless doll. His only goal from now on is to please Kier, no matter what that means. There was attraction before but this is not what Kier wanted or dreamed about.”

Daman sighed and looked into the fire that was now roaring. Fire always helped him think, with the way that the flames were always doing such an intricate dance, it reflected life to him. The little tidbit about the blood impurity would have been a welcome fact had it not been that very reason that his son was not happy. Brown eyes reflected the dancing flames as he silently swore to every being that could hear him that he would find some way to help his son’s bonded.

Now he knew why they weren’t bonded. In order for a couple to bond both must be fully conscious and willing. If there is any doubt or impurity in consciousness then the bond won’t take hold.

“I will get on it right away. If I come across anything I will let you know. I am not even sure that there is a way to help this young Malfoy. If there is not then the best we can do is offer him and Kier a sanctuary where they will always be safe.”

Finally sitting up Ea stared into the fire as well. Her black hair was spread all over her shoulders seeing as she had not put it up this morning there was nothing that kept it from going where it wanted. Smiling slightly she couldn’t help but try and cheer this situation up.

“Well there is some good news. They are not without friends. I believe Draco Malfoy has friends that are loyal to him alone. And Kier might have some friends that are true though right now it is hard to say with everything going on.”

A determined nod and a stubborn look were the only answers that she needed but out of habit her father spoke so that his thoughts were heard completely. “We must find out who is a true friend and who is not. I do not want a repeat of sixteen years ago.”

Neither of them wanted that. To have a repeat of that would spell a full scale war. Their people wouldn’t hear it. They barely subdued themselves before if they heard that their ruler’s son had been taken as well then they would be up in arms before anyone had a chance to say stop. Getting up from the couch Ea looked at her father before she started for the door to leave.

“Father while you look here, I’m going to go search Mother’s library. Perhaps there is something there as well…”

Neither were going to voice their fears about not finding anything right now, but those fears were highly evident. This was a matter of great importance and of great secrecy. They were the only ones that would be involved in this search. Hearing his daughter exit his study chambers Daman looked at the door his eyes full of sorrow and pride. His daughter had grown up too fast but she had done it magnificently. She had been the goal for many suitors and still was. Very few knew of her being bonded already. They had needed that secrecy.

Sighing he looked from the door to the painting that was hung directly on the wall behind his desk. It was a painting of him, his mate and his daughter a long time ago. In that painting Ea was only seven there and now…he didn’t want to think about how old she was now. In his opinion she had grown up in less than a blink of an eye. Soft brown eyes trailed to the beautiful woman that had her arms wrapped around their daughter in a playful and loving embrace. The smile on her face was perfect. It showed her love for her family and her dedication. The painter had just spotted them in that pose for a moment but that had inspired him to paint it. He had been paid three times as much as what he had been originally promised. Everyone had loved the painting.

Soon he would hopefully have a new one. One with his mate, son, daughter and their families. Smiling he couldn’t help but feel like suddenly everything was finally moving in the right direction. Soon he would have his beloved back in his arms and his entire family would be in front of him. And then when everything was settled he would give his daughter…his heir the throne and the kingdom of Vampyres that they ruled.

At that crowning not only would he be crowning the first female ruler in thousands of years he would be crowning the first Half Vampyre as ruler over the entire Vampyre kingdom.

The day Ea had won the battles was the day that the entire kingdom had finally realized how strong his little girl truly was. Now she had their respect. And with their respect came their willingness to protect and defend her and her loved ones at any cost.

If that old fool brought this all the way to a war he would soon regret it. He had no fucking clue what it would be like to have the entire kingdom of Vampyres breathing down his neck ready to kill if he even tried to harm their new Queen.

Luckily she would have that title and protection soon…the next Blood Moon was in two weeks.

Long live Ea Aengus Divenya. Let her reign be long and full of unforgettable events. Let any that try to defy her feel her wrath. In two weeks the fire of unreal strength will be crowned Queen of the Vampyres.







A/N: So hopefully this wasn’t as long of a wait as my other chapters have been. I’ve been working my ass off trying to keep up with this fic but everything seems to be taking me away. Anyway as usual please Read and Review. Critique is always welcomed but useless flames will be used to soothe my pyro tendencies toward marshmallows.

As usual once again if there are any dire questions you may always ask me and I will try to answer you.

Ja ne
Kireania

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