Shadows and Orbs

Chapter 7

Azkaban was as usual surrounded with biting cold winds, clouds that blocked out light from the sun, waves that rushed against the prison wall as if it would break the old fortress and a mist hung over the area creating a forbidding gloom.

However on the roof, a scene that was out of place was taking place. Two figures were wrapped around one another- a tall blonde held a black haired male in his strong arms. They were both silent, seemingly drawing strength from the other. The smaller male's eyes were closed, a look of contentment on his pale features. The blonde was holding the lithe man gently, as if he might break, his eyes were open though didn't seem to gaze anywhere in particular.

Slowly they drew away from one another, the smaller male not stepping from the comforting warmth of the other's arms though, and locking verdant eyes with blue.

"Hey," Harry smiled.

"Hey yourself," Wyatt whispered back, though Harry could hear him perfectly.

"What took you so long?" Harry whispered, his green eyes clouding with loneliness and sadness.

"So much has happened my Love, so much," Wyatt stated with sad blue eyes, Harry nodded and pulled from Wyatt's arms and moved to grab one of Wyatt's large hands in his delicate one and began to lead Wyatt into the darkness of his home.

"You can tell me all about it," Harry whispered and then pulled Wyatt into his bedroom. Harry climbed onto the bed and sat against the pillows, while Wyatt stood by looking at him with concern in his blue eyes.

"Love?" Wyatt questioned.

"We will not be disturbed here," Harry said and patted the spot next to him; Wyatt sighed and climbed next to the smaller male.

"What has happened?" Harry prompted his eyes fixed on the Light King's face.

"So much…I lost everything…all because of one person," Wyatt said, sorrow filling his heart and spilling over through the bond to Harry who laid a comforting hand on Wyatt's arm.

"My sister, Melinda, was a jealous and petty girl," Wyatt started, "she could never understand why myself and Chris were so much more powerful than her. I am Twice-Blessed and Chris is half-elder, while Melinda is only Part Witch. We were bound to have more power within us."

"I used to think that it was a blessing for her to not be as powerful, it meant she had more of a shot at a normal life. However she did not see it that way," Wyatt said while running his hand through his blonde locks, a tone of detachment in his voice.

"Over the years she developed two powers, empathy and astral projection. It took only those powers to rip everything away from me," Wyatt barked out a laugh which made Harry wince on the inside.

"She first decided to ally herself with a small group of demons, she sent them in to attack the family, injuring Chris in the process," Wyatt continued, "I healed Chris and then took him to his room to rest while the rest of the family cleared up. Melinda told them that when Chris was hurt I felt pleasure at seeing him hurt. My family though did nothing, only kept an eye on me for a short while."

"My sister soon became irritated that no-one was paying attention to her and in her rage she found out that her empathy had expanded, before she could just feel other people's emotions…now though she could channel them," Wyatt said, his eyes totally unfocused as he told his tale.

"She began to use her powers to bend my family's emotions, Chris was affected the most though, and he would snap at me and cry…my family began to yell at me for upsetting him. Melinda continued to make remarks about my emotions…and one day Chris disappeared," Wyatt whispered, tears falling from his eyes. Harry kept silent knowing that this must be hard for Wyatt.

"They blamed me, they called me evil and attacked me…they thought I had killed Chris because they could not scry for him," Wyatt whispered, the heartache clear in his voice making Harry shift over to him laying his body to Wyatt's side hoping to bring comfort to the man.

"I ran…to Camelot after grabbing Excalibur," Wyatt told Harry, his blue eyes darting to the green eyed man, "I was there for about 5 months before I got your letter."

"Is Chris alive?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I believe so," Wyatt said, hope filling his voice.

"We'll find him Wyatt, you are not alone now, you have me," Harry whispered and slowly gave Wyatt a kiss on the cheek, slowly to give Wyatt enough time to move out of the way.

Wyatt nodded; his blue eyes filled with love for his companion, and gave a yawn. Harry eyes widened and a small smile appeared.

"You need rest," Harry said and the lights dimmed and Wyatt and Harry laid upon the bed, Wyatt pulling Harry into his arms, the smaller man laying his head on Wyatt's broad chest listening to the reassuring heart beat below.

"Merry Christmas Harry," Wyatt whispered as he began to hear his Love's breathing even out.

"Merry Christmas Wyatt," was the soft reply before the green eyed wizard drifted off.

In the muggle world and wizarding world, trees were decorated, presents were given and the general feeling of joy was in the air, however within the dark depth of Azkaban two soul mates had just completed another part of the prophecy.

So that when they find each other,

Two souls to balance one;

With hard and gentle hand

They will right the wrong that's done.

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