Update

Well another night without a chapter for Sidhe Rising

that's the bad news...the good news


I am about another hour or so until chapter 10 of AA is done and on its way for editing

I tried writing yesterday, I know what needs to be done in the next chapter of SR but this scene became so strong in my mind I had to pound it into submission.

I think that there is only four maybe five chapters left in SR before it too is done so you should start seeing more of AA.

Sidhe Rising will then go through the rewrite after AA is over with each chapter getting fleshed out till it is my normal 5K-6K in length

Sidhe Rising ch 29 NaNo 2007

Well a slow chapter and not sure how much of this will remain once it is reworked, as I did not particurally like the one scene all that much, had something completly different in mind but we shall see what will happen when I expand this chapter after the competition in over.


Warnings

NONE other than people looked at me funny with my mad cackling laughter with what I did to Sirius in this chapter


now on with the show



“Harry…” Sirius trailed off as they left the forest and he caught the fist glimpse of the citadel in he distance, looking around frantically he noticed the coastline in the distance, but the lush tropical vegetation did not fit with his memory of this place. “Harry where are we…that’s not …” he whispered in shock.


“Azkaban? Afraid so Padfoot, or should I say it was Azkaban before we took control. Oh don’t get me wrong there is still dungeons in that place but now it is just a processing facility where we process through those death eaters we have captured and the few unmarked supporters we find along the way, solves a big problem of having the prisoners inside the Sithen around the younglings,” Harry winced at the memory of Gavin being almost taken hostage.


Remus looking around with interest at the coastline in the far distance and the craggy pines on the outcrop and then looking back at he lush tropical forest and meadows around him shook his head, “Don’t you think the Muggles are going to take notice, or did you place aversion charms on the whole island?”


Shrugging his shoulders, “I did not give it much thought, after all I could care less if the mortals find us, finding us would be the easy part…getting to the island on the other hand is all but impossible unless accompanied by one of the Sidhe.”


Shivering lost in memory Sirius was startled by the rough smack to the back of his head, looking behind him he cried out, “hey what did you do that for?”


“Answer the question Padfoot?” Moony smirked as he knew that Sirius had been lost in the past and did not here a single thing said since laying eyes on the citadel.


Looking confused Sirius thought back and not remembering any questions sent his way and glared at Remus for hitting him, mouthing the words ‘payback is a bitch my dear marauder and she wears a bun,’ referring of course to their old head of house before getting a glint in his eyes that promised pranks were forthcoming.


Smirking somewhat like his father used too, “I said Sirius…when are you going to settle down and find yourself a nice witch to make loads of babies with?” Harry asked slyly watching Sirius out of the corner of his eyes as he was pretending to look at the young ones playing ball out in the field.


So shocked by the question on top of being unsettled from seeing they were on Azkaban island Sirius stumbled falling to the ground, looking up from the ground totally dumbstruck Sirius’s mouth was moving but no sound was coming out.


Remus of course who was paying attention to the conversation was surprised at Harry’s audacity in being able to prank on the fly so to speak was just as shocked as Sirius was, but he was just able to keep control of his laughter as his eyes twinkled with mirth as he gazed down at his fellow marauder on the ground doing his best impression of a fish on dry land.


Acting as if Sirius falling had attracted his attention Harry turned and looked down amusement clearly on his face, “One would think Padfoot dear chap that the chance of getting some on a steady basis would thrill you not horrify you,” looking him over from side to side Harry continued, “Unless of course you have given up the dark side and chosen Remus here…in which case I will have to make arrangements for a Brooder to be available for the two of you so you can have those four children you so richly deserve.”


Remus taking in the horrified expression on Sirius’s face could not hold it in any longer and broke down laughing, he was laughing so hard he was holding his side and gasping in between the chuckles. “Defiantly the son of Prongs,” he got out between gasps.


Shocked out of his stupor and the horrifying vision, of a Mrs. Black herding tons of urchins around as they prepared to go out for the day, by Remus’s laughter his face turned chartreuse as he grabbed a handful of dirt and flung it a the laughing marauder, “Merlin in a hand basket…don’t do that to me,” holding his chest Sirius glared at his godson, “pranks will be returned ten fold you know.”


Harry spotting an owl in the distance was wondering who would be sending an owl here of all places, it was not like anyone around today would be a possible recipient for an owl he thought as he looked around to see who was near as the owl changed direction towards them. Glancing back at his godfather Harry smirked one last time, “who said I was kidding…it is high time you started a family of your own.”


Sighing in the realization that the owl was heading towards him he held up his arm so that it would have a place to land. Untying the letter, “sorry there I have nothing for you, but if you want to fly towards the house there is a bowl of owl treats on the perch near the rose bushes,” Harry told the owl after examining the rolled letter with a scowl at seeing the seal. Once the owl took flight with a hoot he opened the parchment and frowned in irritation as the wording of this one was nothing other than a summons to appear before the Wizengamot, it was signed by someone named Rufus Scrimgeour and he had the audacity to call himself the Minister of Magic.


Crumpling he parchment up in anger he stalked back towards the Sithen, he had plans to finalize and meddling old fools to capture. All thoughts of teasing his godfather left as he once more wore the face of the king of the Unseelie, a face that was not happy in the slightest. Approaching the entrance to the Sithen Harry noticed several of his guards lazing about, playing with some of the young ones or just taking the time to relax, still clutching the parchment tightly as much as he did not want to disturb every ones time to relax he nevertheless called out to those we could see, “Aaron…Jesse…Kevin…”


A dozen others heard the anger in the voice calling out and looking up saw their King striding up towards the Sithen and followed those named to find out what had gone wrong, just s short time ago Harry was in such a good mood. Those named came running after looking up to see who had called them, stopping near Harry they bowed and in unison “my King commands and I await your orders.”


Handing over the parchment to Aaron as he was closest Harry held onto his temper…barely, “take as many Sidhe as you need to and go to the Ministry building and bring back all those on this so called Wizengamot and this fool that names himself as minister secure them in the throne room up in the citadel and if it can be done quick enough you shall have the rest of the day to pick up where you left off before we were so rudely interrupted by this fools attempts to control us. I would prefer them alive when they get here but if needed kill those that resist…I have had enough.” He mumbled out the last as he went down the rose vine tunnel leading into the Sithen, he had a mirror call to make.


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A brief one hour later Harry stood outside the side door to the audience hall listening to the cries of indignation and threats coming from inside, standing up tall in the tight leather outfit he pushed opened the door and strode down the short side aisle and stood in front of the throne. Standing there for a few minutes as the wizards and a few of the witches all argued and threatened his people he had enough, “SILENCE!”


Seeing all eyes looking his way he pulled power from the air around him causing him to glow with an inner light sending most of the old prudish women back in their seats as the light seemed to come from behind the leather clad figure that left nothing to the imagination. Glaring them all into silence Harry slowly sat down in his chair while one of his cousin’s enforcers dragged that fool Scrimgeour into the room and threw him down to the floor near the bottom of the steps leading up to the platform his throne was sitting on. His voice as cold as deep winter and as hard as diamond, “I do the summoning mortal…I am not summoned, especially from the likes of you,” throwing his arm out to encompass the rest of the chained wizards and witches, “or them.”


Hissing out in anger, “do not forget you were conquered and I gave you no leave to set up another government…I left in place those departments that would answer to my people and run things as I told them too…” Harry glared some more before glancing down at the man on the floor who was righting himself, “Tell me mortal by what right do you call me?”


Rufus was an accomplished political appointee, he knew where each body was located and just what palms needed to be greased to get what he wanted, after all everyone had their price, “I am the duly elected Minister of Magic,” standing up and brushing the supposed dirt of his robes he glared back, “As the Minister of Magic I can summon whoever I see fit,” he said pompously. “I issued the summons after reviewing the prophecy about you and who must not be named as I want to know what you plan to do about it.”


Harry blinked at the man before loosing all shred of control over his temper, standing up his magic lashed out at the man sending him flying backwards. Stalking the fallen man intent on doing him great bodily harm he was to angry to see the reactions to those he passed, they flinched back from him as if physically struck.” You have forgotten your place mortal,” bending over and picking the man up off the floor by his neck Harry placed him on his feet before backhanding him across the face, sending him flying back towards his throne. “You forget that your last Minister surrendered your government to us without conditions,” stalking back up the aisle he reached down and grabbed the man’s robes and brought him up to eye level. “You are the product of an illegal rebel government…and like all insurrectionist that fail you shall die by torture…I desire to hear your screams as you beg for my mercy.” Smacking the man one more time but keeping hold of his robes Harry watched as the man’s head was flung back and blood start to pool around his mouth. Dropping the man to the ground he turned and made his way up the steps all eyes on him as he turned and sat back down.


Spotting Aaron off to one side Harry faced him, “Aaron who had duty in the Hallway of Mortality?”


Stepping forward so he could be seen by those they had taken Aaron bowed his head, “Jesse has that Honor my King, he has some frustration to work off before returning to his mate,” waving his hand at those assembled and chained to their chairs by the leg, “This lot decided to interrupt his pleasure at a most inopportune time…he has a large amount of anger to work off before he feels he can continue where he left off.”


Laughing inwardly Harry nodded his head, after all they went to the trouble to intimidate the members of the Wizengamot so no need to waste it with humor now, pointing at the crumbled figure at the bottom of the steps, “Take him to Jesse’s tender mercies, advise him I wish to hear his screams and see him bleed,” holding up his hand to stop Aaron as he started after the man. “Tell him he is not to get the mercy of true death until I tire of his screams and his blood no longer amuses me.”


Nodding his head Aaron smirked towards the old lady nearest him, “As my King commands so shall it be done,” before making his way to the fallen man and grabbing him by the arm he did not even bother to pick him up he just dragged him from the room.


Waiting until everyone returned their attention back towards him Harry narrowed his eyes as he glared at them, “I fail to see why I should let you all live, the arrogance of Wizarding kind astonishes me.” He smiled as they flinched when the screams reverberated throughout the room. “You have no power…the Wizengamot is herby dissolved, come to my attention once more and you shall join that fool in my Hallway of Mortality.”


Even Harry looked up at eh sudden rise in pitch of the screams as they suddenly stopped. One of the side doors opened up and Jesse walked in covered from head to toe in blood, Harry not about to show surprise was worried something happened, that is until his senses told him that Jesse was not covered in blood, whatever the substance was it might look like blood but it was not. Jesse subtly glancing to either side of him as he walked into the middle of the hall wanted to laugh at the quiet shrieks of fear from some of the chained wizards, wrinkling his noise as he caught the faint smell of several of the wizards had lost control of the bowels, most likely in fear. Stopping near the bottom of the steps Jesse bowed low, “A thousand pardons my King…I had no idea these mortals were so…fragile.”


Sniffing and smelling something sweet Harry nevertheless narrowed his eyes as he glanced down from the throne, “Jesse I would hope that this blood is not yours.”


Standing up Jesse smirked as he caught the subtle emphasis on blood, “No my King it belongs to the prisoner,” quickly he added, “He lives yet my King, I just had to stop for the day,” shaking his head sadly he glanced back towards the door he had entered by, a good way to gauge the reaction to his performance, “I had to stop before I even had a chance to really get started he is so…so…fragile,” he told Harry his tone confused, as if he could not fathom the concept he was reporting.


Leaning back Harry wanted nothing more than to fall over laughing as most of the distinguished ex members of the Wizengamot had soiled themselves in fear or outright fainted. Pointing to the door he had used to enter, “Go clean up I am sure your mate might not appreciate how sticky blood becomes during intimate moments.”


Jesse bowed his head once more before walking towards the door Harry had pointed out, walking through the partially opened door he glanced at the two men listening in, the shorter and black haired of the two looked at him like he was seeing death riding down scythe extended ready to take his head, while the other was backing up sniffing in between nauseas gulps like he was trying to control his stomach. Extending his hand out in greeting towards the pale man Jesse laughed as he fainted dead away.


Remus sniffing and his wolf side telling him that whatever the young man was covered in it was not blood was able to control his silent retching and hearing the dull thud come from where Padfoot was kneeling started to chuckle, Sirius had fainted turning to the smirking youth, “Oh well done, I can use this to embarrass him for years to come.”


Chuckling Jesse held his hand out so the other could shake it while bringing his bare arm up to his mouth and licking the half dried fake blood on his arm. Seeing Harry’s godfather stirring on the floor he smirked before nodding his head towards Padfoot and offering his other arm to Remus, “would you like a taste.”


Grinning like a true marauder Remus gently picked up the offered arm and gave a tentative lick just as Sirius came around, “This is quite tasty…surprises me really.”


Sirius opening his eyes and seeing the Sidhe in front of him licking the blood off of his arm turned green and holding his stomach turned away quickly only to hear Remus’s comment and looking his way promptly lost it and started to heave seeing his best friend licking the young man’s blood covered arm and enjoying it.


Remus really enjoying watching Sirius squirm was slightly shocked as he turned over and was violently ill. Shrugging he licked the other side of the lads arm clean and commented, “Try it Padfoot old boy tastes like fresh cherries.”


Into the dry heaves at that point Sirius caught the glimpse of a blood covered leg coming into his line of vision as he gulped in deep lungful’s of air on the floor, or at least that was what he thought he saw as he blacked out once more.


Jesse just shrugged as he took his partially cleaned arm back, “Well at least Kevin will help me lick the rest off,” laughing he started to walk out of the small chamber, “oh yes that just might be fun.”


Having finished ranting at the wizards and allowing them to leave his lands Harry walked into the side room, smelling the sickness he glanced down before waving his hand over it banishing it and freshening the air at the same time. Taking in the laughing form of Remus with his lips covered in the fake blood and the passed out form of his godfather Harry laughed, “I hope you got pictures.”


Taking his time and taking the long way back to the Sithen Harry smiled at the memory of Remus mirror traveling back to Black’s cavern with an unconscious Padfoot, Jesse should have been an actor he decided not a body guard. Letting some of the laughter out softly he chuckled as he entered the forest and gazed at the shear amount of little Fairies of all types flitting about, not to mention the Nymphs and other members of Fairy he encountered on the way back. Hearing a noise he looked off to the side to see Neville and two people with him searching through the underbrush, noticing the darker sun tanned skin he remembered that today was the day Running Bird and her older Brother soaring eagle would be visiting Neville, he also remembered that he had given them permission to visit the lands of Fairy. Smiling as he noticed Neville full of not only eagerness to share this world but that he was radiating happiness and he noticed how good they looked together.


She looked to be a strong woman and maybe a good match for his friend, listening in she seemed to match Neville for his knowledge of all things Herbology related. Glance turning into a speculative gaze towards her brother Harry opened his senses and was slightly surprised to see no damage to his core, and it was almost as strong as Neville’s, he must be the shaman brother then he thought, though he did wonder why he traveled over here with his sister, usually shamans stuck pretty close to their mentors ready to take over on a moment’s notice as by the time they reached the status of a full shaman their mentor was well on in years. Nodding his head as the memory surfaced he remembered being told that all three brothers in the family were Shaman trained.


Neville was the first to spot Harry stopped along the pathway and wanting his intended and her brother to meet him called out, “Hey Harry…” reaching his hand out to help Running Bird balance as she crossed the downed tree, “I want you to meet one of my best friends and the King of the Unseelie.”


Soaring Eagle stood up and almost tripped over the fallen tree trunk as he got the partial introduction to their host, and the one he had to be grateful to for showing Neville the lost skills that he had agreed to pass along. Following closely he took one look at the gold rimmed green and silver of the eyes of the one Neville called friend and dropped down to one knee, “Anasazi you honor us by appearing to us.”


Neville leading the others onto the path faced Harry, “Running bear…Soaring Eagle I would like to introduce you to my best mate Harry…” he trailed off as they both knelt down gracefully to one leather clad knee calling Harry by the name Anasazi…what the bloody hell was an Anasazi he wondered.


Searching his memory and the memory he unlocked as part of a royal racial memory he still drew a blank when it came to the name Anasazi, deciding it had to be some local dialect for Sidhe he shook his head before motioning to the two kneeling first nations people, “rise, it must hard on the knees down there,” he told them smiling in the hopes to put them at ease, after all if things worked out they would be part of Neville’s family and it would be darned inconvenient to have them drop to their knees all the time.


Offering his hand to Running Bird so she could rise smoothly Neville tried introductions one more time, “Harry I would like you to meet my intended Running Bird and her oldest brother Soaring Eagle he is also a Shaman and a Two Spirits.” Neville said the last slowly not knowing what it meant.


Smiling Harry clapped his friend on the shoulder, “Good for Neville…Good for you,” he deserved something to make him happy, “Have the two of you discusses when you would exchange vows of marriage?”


Blushing Neville looked at over at Running Bird, “I was thinking that maybe Beltaine which coincides with the Green Corn Dance or so I am told,” he smiled over at his intended.


Nodding his head Harry thought about the true festivals, “So around May first or May second,” looking over at the couple he tilted his head, “which day then?”


Neville smiled, “May first for our marriage here and then we will travel so that on May Second we can be joined with a traditional hand fasting by Running Birds tribal elders.”


“Impressive and in keeping with both of your traditions,” Harry smiled before looking over towards Soaring Eagle, “Remind me about a week before the ceremony I will make arrangements for your family to mirror travel through one of the many growing businesses I have over on that side of the pond.” Katre was right when he said by owning large chains all over the world it gave them the perfect cover to install mirrors for travel, plus a tidy income so that the younglings could buy what they wanted and have a life most of them were denied, on the other hand running a business empire on top of a nation could leave one short tempered at times. Needing to be off Harry nodded his head, “Well met the three of you,” sensing that the older brother wanted to talk to him he called back as he started to walk away, “Soaring Eagle look me up some time tomorrow, and we can chat.”

Sidhe Rising ch 28 NaNo 2007 WARNING

another back ground chapter


SLASH WARNING

male to male warm and fuzzy





Harry was pushing some eggs up onto the corner of his toast when several groups of the young ones made their way into the dining hall towards the buffet, they had gone buffet style for all the meals now that they were several hundred strong fully awakened Sidhe along with another hundred or so young one that would not be old enough for several years yet before they too were awakened. Smiling and returning the enthusiastic wave coming from Gavin and his friend Harry chuckled as he watched them pile their plates high with food, knowing that a good number of the boys had grown up in similar situations as he had, it warmed his heart to see them so carefree and able to eat whenever they wanted and as much as they wanted.


Picking up the last slice of bacon on his plate he was about to eat it when Hedwig glided into the room through the open arched side of the room, holding off on the last slice of bacon Harry pushed his plate our of the way to make room for Hedwig to land. Offering the bacon to his owl as he removed the rolled up letter Harry stroked her a few times as she thankfully made quick work of the crisp meaty offering before launching herself skyward from the table. Taking a page out of his cousins manual so to speak Harry picked up his dishes and placed them in t he tub by the door leading to the kitchen where someone on kitchen duty or punishment duty would gather them to be washed up. Making his way back to the buffet he snitched another piece of bacon and munched on it while trying to figure out who would owl him, but more importantly why.


Heading outside to walk through the garden outside the dining hall Harry looked a the seal and noticing it was the seal used by the Ministry of Magic, which as far as he was concerned was a non existent entity as he had not allowed a new government to be formed after the invasion. Maybe someone from one of the departments left intact used the seal without thinking about it. Breaking the seal he unrolled the parchment and started to read, the more he read the angrier he got, stopping near the fountain he looked around before glaring at the water cascading down the small set of falls, trying hard to get his anger under control before Alex and Deven who he noticed coming his way so he did not take it out on them.


Deven who was becoming used to reading Harry’s moods slowed down and put an arm out to slow Alex in warning, “Something troubles you my King?”


Blinking as he clutched the letter tightly in his fist Harry turned towards Alex, best to get it out of the way first…whatever it was, “Alex did you need me for something or are the two of you out walking around and just happen to find me this morning?”


Alex now sensing the stormy mood Harry was in since he could see his face swallowed hard, “Yes my King,” he went all formal as it was safer that way when around pissed off royals.


Harry Sighed, “Alex don’t go all formal on me, I am not pissed at anyone here only the idiots outside who think they are still in charge of things. So what do you need?”


Relaxing slightly Alex sat down on the edge of the fountain, “this morning I went over to Azkaban island to see for myself these Dementer’s, I wanted to find out if they were a mutated form of the Slough and if so to bring them back under their rightful lords control, I wanted to be sure Voldemort did not attempt to once more sway them to his side.” Sighing as one of his puppies nudged his thigh he bent down a she scratched his head, “go bring them to me nightmare, round them up so I can better explain.” With a playful yip the hound Alex had named as nightmare took off back down the trail.


Curious Harry created a high backed chair next to the fountain and sat down to wait for whatever surprise Alex had cooked up, knowing that more than likely by looking at the other he was not going to like it very much. “Tell me Alex, where the Dementors part of the Wild Hunt in the past or is it something we need to exterminate if we can not bring them under our control?”


Shaking his head, “sadly Harry they ran from me as quickly as they caught sight of me, that’s what brought the attention of the wizards running the prison down on me, as at first they took me for some visitor. That soon changed as the Dementors patrolling the docks caught sight of me and fled with the strangest keening sound.”


A moment later several of Alex’s puppies bound into the garden herding two people, one of who was chained and the other looked like Stan from the Night Bus. Turning with a questioning look towards his Huntsman, “Alex?”


“It seems that those in the wizards government are taking prisoner, calling them death eaters…even though they are not marked and placing them in prison all in an attempt to be seen as in control. I might add they were given no trial or any method of determining the truth was used before sentencing them to that hell hole, the head keeper Warden McMillan was most forthcoming with information after the proper inducement was used,” Alex reported dryly as he glared at the manacled man.


Glancing at the naked teen who he had met several years ago riding the Night bus Harry stared at him until he fidgeted in discomfort, “Stan Shunpike I grant you forty eight hours sanctuary in the land of Fairy, by the end of that time this mess will have been cleared up and you will be free to walk around like you were before your unjust arrest.”


“You can’t do that, he is the rightful prisoner of the Ministry of Magic and as he has been sentenced to my custody you have no right to free him,” McMillan started before blanching as those tri-colored eyes settled on him and glared him into silence.


“I do believe I conquered your Ministry just a few short weeks ago…I also believe I did not grant them leave to reform a government.” Harry stated coldly, before releasing the man from his gaze. “Alex what of the land itself, is it or was it part of Fairy?”


Alex tilted his head as he thought about it, reaching back into his memories and tasting the currents he experienced while on the island, “I think that at one time it was associated with Fairy, it has that taste to it, but it is like it is waiting.”


“Waiting…I wonder,” muttered Harry as he stood up from his chair, “Stan there is food back along the path,” he pointed behind him to the winding path, “help yourself to whatever you want for breakfast, if you need any help just ask,” adding a shooing motion Harry turned away from the conductor and looked a the warden trying to come to a decision on what to do with the man, he also had to wonder if this same man was the one helped imprison Sirius all those years ago. Scanning the portly mans form he looked away in disgust, well he certainly did not think any of his people would have anything to do with something that disgusting, “Give him a choice either he gives his oath to serve us and help find out the truth about all those imprisoned at Azkaban or throw him in the pit of despair located deep in the bowels of Azkaban.” Harry was not sure how he knew there was a pit on the island but the scent of Rose and leather was quite strong as he spoke.


Starting to walk along a side path off to the right Harry started to make his way out of the gardens towards the Hall of Mortality, he had a theory he needed to test, and the best place to test it was in the Hallway.


Not sure what Harry was doing but smelling the scent of roses and wet leather Deven glanced over to Alex before remembering that the scent he was smelling in the air was always around Harry when the Ancient Powers started to work through him. “Lets go, we do not want to miss this if what is happening is correct. If so we are about to connect the Sithen to Azkaban Island as the new portal to the mortal world.”


Alex looked over to the chained man and grabbing the chain between the manacles dragged the portly man as he ran to catch up with Deven and their King. Creation magic was something that one should never ignore or miss if the opportunity arose to witness it.


Harry vaguely aware he was being followed as he walked back along the path vision blurred as the image of a beautifully landscaped island with a dark fortress near its one edge swam in his mind, each scene somewhat different from the former as the Powers guided his selection so that the island once finished would be re-created in his image. Walking through he door to the area the prisoners were being kept Harry walked over to the blank wall near the end and palm coming up from his wait he slapped it against the blank wall causing the wall to rush away from him at high speed. Harry stood there half aware of what was going on as the wall rushed out of sight and then a few moments later a distant flash of light came barreling back his way and suddenly the wall shimmered as if it was a hot rock letting off the heat taken in during the day.


Stepping through the shimmering Harry looked around the desolate land noticing the prison citadel in the distance, opening himself up further to the scent of Roses and leather that all indicative sign the Ancient Powers were walking with him he tilted his head to the side as he stepped away from the cave like opening in the side of the hill he had stepped out off as if hearing a voice from off to his side. Turning he acted as if he was seeing something totally different as his vision was replaced with two separate scenes side by side, the Ancient Powers were asking him to choose the method of rebirth. In the one he could see Deven lying on the ground blood leaking away from his severed neck as his life blood soaked into the ground giving it birth, his hands slick with the blood of his true mate. The other vision was of him spilling Deven’s seed as he shagged the other senseless, in the height of passion, new growth progressing out from where the droplets of seed landed landed.


He was being asked by the Powers to chose the method of rebirth, staggering back at the scenes playing out before him he quickly chose the one that involved bringing life into the world not death, the Unseelie King was choosing the way of life and chimes rang out loudly with his choice as Harry’s visionless blank white eyes turned and with a voice deeper than time itself called out, “Deven…” as his magic pulled the other within range of his hands as he glowed with power all the while rose petals appeared from the sky and covered the couple as Harry pulled him roughly into his embrace and kissed him with a passion not his.


Everywhere Harry’s hands touched the passion instantly jolted through Deven, moaning out in pleasure as he was taken to new heights by the god filled vessel in front of him. The touch of soft leather was felt everywhere Harry touched him as the crowd grew around them, it had quickly spread through the Sithen that a new entrance was being formed and Fairy was being extended as god magic…Ancient Magic was being called upon. Soon the audience had grown to several hundred as more ventured out of the Sithen as if called on by magic…called on to participate in the rebirth of a land.


Soon the cyclone of magic swirling around Deven and Harry reached out and pulled the others in as someone got to close at brushed up against the edge. Quickly all the Sidhe who had ventured outside had paired off, including some of the un-awakened younglings outside the edge of the cyclone of magic. Ten minutes…a half hour…several hours…time lost all meaning as the world seemed to stop and blur as finally Harry pulled Deven away and twisted him around before roughly seating his hardness deep inside Deven in one thrust, pubes brushing up against Deven’s bum crack. Causing him to explode in pleasure as his seed fountained out of the end of his erect penis, volley after volley erupted as Harry increased his thrusting.


Reaching around to gently grasp the spent hard member Harry’s magic quickly refreshed Deven and drove him to new heights as he picked up the pace, his cock head brushing back and forth across the overly sensitive prostrate bringing him close once again as the cyclone of magic became opaque being there was so much of it concentrated in one spot. All around Harry couple after couple started to let loose their loads, spilling the seed unto the land as Harry reached his threshold and started to unload deep inside Deven as causing him to once more shot his seed onto the ground.


As each droplet touched the ground the land changed and morphed, where once dead rock exposed to the wind lay in the open sun, now fertile rich soil covered in spring flowers and grass flew out from the center of the cyclone of magic touching every part of the island. Off in the distance the fortress grew taller and darker, yet it shone like obsidian in the noonday sun. the air became warmer as tropical plants sprouted from the flower covered ground as trees and even a stream sprang from the ground as the island changed. Where the rose petals had fallen to the earth wild roses had sprouted encircling the hill and entrance creating vines that grew rapidly creating an arched tunnel as the branches slid around each other rustling in the wind as the burst into bloom, raining down on them with their intense fragrance.


Still deep inside Deven, Harry stopped moving not about to put any more pressure on the over sensitive prostrate which would cause intense discomfort ruing the orgasmic high Deven was currently floating on. Looking around he smiled as the wind picked up and the birds sang as Fairy claimed another piece of the Earth making it part of their home. Reaching above him to the thorny vines that were alive and the new guardian to the door of the Sithen Harry felt them wrap around his wrist and the sharp pain as they inserted their hollow thorns into his arm as they tasted his blood, the blood of the Unseelie King which strengthened them and gave them direction. His erection softened as the roses drank of his blood and before he could get much more than slightly dizzy they released his arm and burst into rainbow colors as life solidified within them. The Unseelie wild roses, guardians of the Sithen had been reborn.


Holding Deven as he slid down Harry’s body he let go once Deven had reached the ground, stepping around the spent Sidhe Harry gazed over towards the sea on the other side of the mound. Seeing the glint of sunlight off something reflecting Harry walked around the side of the mound to get a better look, eyes widening in surprise he was shocked as he noticed the island had not only grown larger, but had also become home to his Sithen, staring at the reflection of the roof of the Sithen Harry was trying desperately to reconcile the fact that the Sithen that was over five hundred Kilometers inland and to the south was now on the other side of the hill. Stepping back and seeking the citadel in the distance through the new tree canopy Harry looked back and forth between the two sights before shaking his head, Ancient Powers had spoken and his court had moved to an Island whether he willed it to or not.


Going back around the mound Harry saw that someone had placed Deven on a conjured bed and shaded it with a dark canopy. Sitting down on the edge of the bed Harry brushed the hair out of Deven’s eyes, “rest up when you wake you will see the wonders that your sacrifice has made for us,” leaning over Harry rested his lips gently on the others placing a gently caress like kiss on them before standing back up, he would be weak as in infant for weeks and tire easily for months. Getting a nudge from behind him Harry turned and was butted once more by the Cu Sith before it lowered its massive head demanding to be scratched on the strip right between his eyes. Chuckling Harry did as ordered by the guardian of the Sithen while the two massive Fairy hounds that followed him around like love sick puppies crawled up into the bed and laid down on either side of Deven, guarding and keeping him company. Laughing at the looks the two were giving him Harry left Deven in very good paws and walked down the path towards the citadel, catching a glimpse of Alex as he played tag with his puppies in the forest he finally got the others attention and waved him over.


Stepping out of the forest Harry with Alex at his side saw the Dementors clustered in a tight group with Alex’s puppies surrounding them, every time one of the Dementors tried to move to escape one of the Hell hounds would growl and snap its jaws towards the Dementor causing it to recoil back into the group. Smelling the sharp smell of newly cured leather and the scent of blood Harry held up his hand once he reached the circling hounds, “you have one choice bond to the Lords of Fairy and magic or be destroyed.” Squeezing his fist he put enough pressure on the wounds half healed that the roses had inflicted on him and as the droplets of blood started to fall they hovered in the air before shooting off to hit those Dementors that had moved closer had knelt in subservience.


Those few Dementors that tried to avoid the droplets of blood were soon attacked by the Hell hounds and shredded, screaming a high pitched keening in agony as the souls they had stored after feeding on their victims were released. Out of the hundred or so Dementors only seventy five remained, the magic of Fairy touching them through Harry’s blood, binding them to the lands of Fairy and the laws of their King, as the cloaks of the Dementors changed to the same obsidian brightness of the citadel in the distance they rose and bowed their heads towards Harry, “Alex, Huntsman…Lord of the Wild Hunt, I give the Dementors of the Slough into your care, use them to bring swift justice to my enemies.”


Going down to one Knee Alex bowed his head low, “As my King commands.”


Using the last drop of blood still oozing out of the almost healed cut Harry wiped it on the back of Alex’s head binding the Dementors to their new Lord. “Arise Lord of the Wild Hunt and great the new recruits to your army.”


Glancing back towards the new Citadel Harry felt around for the energy currents protecting the island and found they had been strengthened to something beyond what they once were, wizards and Voldemort would have a hard time breaching the shields now in place. Tasting the path that the secondary layer of shields led too, he smiled as he found the end over the pit of Despair, the bottomless pit deep under the Citadel. Content that they were safe he laughed at the antics of the fairy folk that flew in aerial acrobatics around the tree canopy. Feeling a tug on his magic he turned and frowned as he saw the Wizarding guards swarm out of the citadel like a swarm of angry ants from an overturned ant hill.


“Alex,” Harry commanded the others attention as he pointed towards the wizards in the distance. Seeing Alex frown as he watched the approaching wizards, “Capture them and put them off of Fairy soil, then get the answer from the Warden he either helps us or is put in the pit. I could care less what you do to him, someone that obeys orders even though they are wrong and he knows they are wrong pisses me off.”


“As my King commands,” Alex said as he stepped forward and threw his head back and let out a long baying sound interspaced with a few yips and a strange keening, the same keening sound the Dementors made. The hell hounds leaped to their feet and took of flashes of fur as they quickly surrounded the group of Auror’s, closing them into a defensive circle that the Dementors quickly enclosed, leaving the hounds on the inside of the circle as they circled both groups in the opposite direction.


Nodding his head Harry started back along the path through the forest, as he stepped into the shade of the forest canopy he gave one last order, “Give true death to those inside the prison that need mercy and the others spate them out so we know the true criminals from the innocents.” Disappearing inside the forest Harry walked towards the Sithen intent on taking Deven inside back to their room, at least there he could rest in comfort while Draco helped look after him while he was busy elsewhere.

Sidhe Rising ch 27 NaNo 2007 WARNINGS

Well no post yesterday, here in the states black Friday, or the day after thanksgiving is one of the busiest retail days of the season. I came home last night tired and frustrated as I got no writing done at work...hell I was lucky to get to the bathroom at times.


luckily I had a couple of hours uninterrupted this morning before I have to take of to get some shopping in and then to take over the last half of the my store being open, maybe I can find some time to pound out the next chapter.


VV your answers = the explanation of what a shaman is and why it is important will be worked in the expanded version, the one that will take place after NaNo is over I think having a day off sent me to third place on word counts :(

All Brooders have the tunnel that will close to signify successful conception, it will also open back up 3 months post delivery allowing another conception to take place.

Hermione's magic did indeed start to unravel when Harry snapped her wand, in the expanded version you will see he followed the wands link to her core and pulled it up into the wand right before he snapped it.

WARNINGS to FOLLOW

Male to Male contact not necessarily the warm and fuzzy type plus the warm and fuzzy type


Male to Male non consensual contact


SLASH


the making of a Thrall or enslavement of naughty little wizards


that should cover most of it I think




Harry walked out of the mirror home at last he thought a nice long hot soak and maybe a shag or three with Draco, being that Deven is out hunting down leads on death eaters from the last batch of prisoners. It was surprising really how many they were able to track down in the two weeks since the fall of the Ministry. Hearing a large commotion from the holding area Harry walked through the arch that the Sithen had built when it decided to link the entry to the Hallway of Mortality by using an arch like the one to his wardrobe, the Hallway of Mortality being the prison holding area each Sithen seemed to build without being instructed to do so.


Hearing the scuffle continue Harry picked up his pace and rounding the curve of the wall saw the scuffle of one of the new prisoners fighting desperately as he attempted to escape. Wondering who in their right mind let this young one move prisoners around Harry crossed the few meters to the struggling pairs side and flaring with power smacked the prisoner with enough force to make him fly back into the cell he had come out of, “Are you alright?” he asked as he visibly inspected the young one looking for damage.


‘Thank you, somehow he was able to hide as the guards came and took the others from the cell, he then tried to escape after they had left and tried to take me as hostage I think,” paling Gavin realized who had saved him, bowing quickly he fumbled as the tears he had been holding back from fright when he was attacked finally let loose, “sorry your Majesty,” hiccup…”I was hoping to find my friend…”sobbing now…”he is supposed to take me to dinner and the movies tonight.” Being pulled in close to Harry he sobbed as he really let loose, breaking down as he flashed back to the times his uncle tried to beat him to death for being gay.


Pulling the young one tight into his body Harry rubbed his back as he glared hate towards the prisoner that started to stir and calling forth his power had him quickly spread eagled to the floor of the Sithen and secured as half his extremities melted into the stone floor, thus ensuring his capture. Holding onto the boy who was holding on to him for dear life Harry tried to send calming thoughts towards the young one while controlling his own desires to eviscerate the man stuck to the floor. Hearing a noise behind him Harry glanced over his shoulder to see several Sidhe walk through the mirror.


They took one look at his angry expression and the open cell door with the prisoner mounted to the floor and the sobbing youngling in his majesties arms and they grimaced, somehow someone had failed and a youngling was hurt. Falling to one knee they both bent their head in submission, “your Majesty…” leaving off the unspoken punish us for our failing look they were both expressing.


Harry feeling those two little words expressing so much pain and failing at letting one who was yet to awaken, one of the younglings to become hurt he looked away towards the prisoner before looking back again, “Enthrall him…Enthrall him here and now…mind, body and soul so Gavin knows deep down he can not hurt anyone ever again.” The sobbing near stopped as the young one had let all his pain out for the moment Harry reached down and gently pried the lads face up so he could look deep into his eyes, “Gavin you did nothing wrong…we let you down by not ensuring that a guard was placed in here at all times while prisoners are being kept in here…He will not hurt you or any one else again,” Harry told him as he asked the Sithen to give up its captive so he could be dealt with.”


“Have you ever seen anyone be Enthralled before?“ Harry asked as he felt the young one finally relax. Feeling the nod in the affirmative from the young one Harry noticed his young erection poking him in the thigh, “Gavin…he is being Enthralled right now so you know that he can’t hurt anyone ever again, you may watch or not…to see that he is taken care of.”


Gavin squirmed for a moment before turning in the Kings arm to watch what happened to the one who had tried to take him as a hostage, leaning back into the strong embrace as he watched the death eater be turned into a Thrall all the while becoming more aroused as he watched the whole thing playing out in front of his eyes. Harry feeling another presence enter the hall looked over and seeing another young one walk in pegged him as the friend that Gavin was looking for, motioning him over with a head nod Harry pulled him up close to Gavin when he heard the other call out for his friend.


Holding both squirming young ones close Harry glanced down and seeing they were very aroused and only in the beginnings of puberty started to lead them off as the one who attacked Gavin was well and truly enslaved, moving them off to the side he faced the two so that they were facing each other and giving them a slight gently push he watched as they shared a kiss before hands started roaming, seeing that they had things well taken care of he moved back around the curve of the wall and asked the Sithen to erect a clear door at the curve that would only open for those that had been awakened, that would be one deterrent towards the young ones roaming in here without suitable guardians present.


“Your Majesty, I am not sure what happened but please believe me…” the Sidhe from his cousin Court stopped when Harry held up his hand.


”Accidents do happen…I am not happy that this almost turned out to be a tragic event for one of the young ones, but it is what we do afterwards that determines an accident we learn from or gross negligence,” harry told him as he watched the other push the new Thrall against the wall for another go. “Learn from this mistake…I did. There is now a door leading from this Hallway into the Sithen so no more Young Ones can wander in here unescorted.” Pointing to the prisoner, “He managed to hide somehow as prisoners were being transferred back to my cousins Court…how and what will we do in the future to stop it from happening again.”


Noticing a prisoner that looked familiar Harry walked over towards the cell door and looked in while talking. Wanting to smack himself for forgetting about him he gazed in on the very gorgeous young man that he ordered held two weeks ago from the failed ambush. The Sithen reading his need for a chair created one and as it rose up from the floor and brushed against the back of Harry’s legs he sat down so he could better look and think. He had thought he had asked Katre to be informed so that they could decided if he would do to carry his cousins heir, he had told his cousin way back when they conceived his heir that he would return the favor, thus ensuring a strong royal bloodline in each world. Harry thought this Charles would do nicely.


“You’re Majesty…sorry to interrupt but with your permission we will be taking the Thrall back to the High Court and talking to the others to make sure this never happens again the golden eyed with a hint of turquoise and the setting sun in his eyes bowed to Harry.


Looking off to the guard on his one side Harry thought for a moment before pointing to the naked twenty year old in front of him that was staring at him intently, “would you ask my cousin to come through for a few minutes, it seems I completely forgot about this one, he should please my cousin so he can carry our son and his heir.”


Smiling the Sidhe stood up and walked over to the cell and gazed into and let his eyes roam the unmarked flesh of the thin dirty blond within, lingering on the prisoner face he really was quite beautiful he thought, “Right away your Majesty,” he replied with a lilt in his voice.


Smirking at the excited Sidhe that he really should have gotten his name he thought as he watched him practically dance with excitement back to the mirror to deliver the message while his partner floated the new Thrall in front of him. Shaking his head in amusement Harry once more faced the one in the cell, “Charles is it? Well Charles I must admit at first I was just going to Enthrall you and have done with it, one of my people then would have made you into a Brooder and that would have been the end of it, but you did not have any intention of becoming a death eater.”


Seeing Harry tilt his head and look at him questioning Charles moved closer to the front of the cell, “I was with David and Steven who were trying to convince me to join their merry little group, they wanted me you see because I am quite good at the Imperious,” he told Harry softly as he leaned against the cell door, as if it was some big secret. “Knowing how I like them on the young side they had offered me my choice of any of the students that we came across if I would help them out with the ambush they were setting up for some bloke named Harry Potter.” Sitting down next to the cell door to be more comfortable, “it is not very often that I get to slide my hard cock into some young magical, mostly I stick to non mags, the federations looks the other way mostly, even if they caught me the most it would be is a fine.”


“Oh but I had to come across the pond to visit long distant relatives, and it had been so long since I was able to get any young ass, and I knew they did not teach the blocks to the so called unforgivable so my chances of having some magical ass were pretty good,“ Charles told him as he absent mindedly stroked himself thinking of the two he had seen a few minutes ago, “I could teach the two wizards that you escorted out so many things if you want,” he told Harry in a lust filled voice.


Harry who had sensed his cousin come through the mirror several minutes before, about the time Charles started to explain why he was with the death eaters was not surprised when his hand touched his shoulder and his voice startled the prisoner in the cell out of his lust filled day dreams, “what do you plan for him cousin…King of the Unseelie and wielder of the hand of flesh and blood?”


Smiling as his eyes lingered on the startled young man, “Greetings King of the High Court, wielder of Life and Death…my cousin he is pleasant on the eyes is he not?”


Laughing Katre shook his head in amusement, “That he is cousin…but what evil little plan are you hatching in that devious mind of yours?” sitting down on the arm of the throne like chair Harry was sitting in.


“Well I plan for him to carry our son…our son who will be your heir. As you have provided for my court so shall I provide for yours,” Harry told him as he stood up asking the Sithen to open the cell. The brush of his cousin’s flesh against his own and the looks of the one in the cell had Harry half aroused anyway. Taking the two steps necessary to reach the sitting young man Harry pulled him roughly to his feet and pushing him against the cell door He kissed him deeply as he reached down and fondled the others hardness.


Katre who had stood at the same time Harry did moved to one side of Charles before kneeling and engulfing him in on go, tasting him before standing back up to joins in the kiss between Harry and the soon to be Thrall. “For not really spending but months with me you know me to well,” He whispered into Harry’s ear.


Glowing with magic, his skin giving off a bright radiance of power Harry roughly turned Charles so he was facing the wall and cleaning the man out with a casual touch that turned into a caress erect penis poised at the tight entrance glanced to Katre gold glowing predominant in his eyes, “I shall Enthrall him, giving him to you for keeping. You shall convert him and then we shall conceive in him,” before turning and power washing over the other Harry touched the young man’s lips as he groaned lost in lust the power was bringing out in him, “This is mine…” before reaching down and fondling the full ball sack and tugging on the un-circumcised hardness, “This is mine as is your…” Harry thrust deep inside the other, “Mind…” pulling out slightly and thrusting back in, ”Body…” picking up the pace of his thrusting as his magic washed over the other, changing and converting him, “Magic…” Harry power filled voice demanded of the other as his power merged with the other as his magic forcibly converted the other to fulfill his needs without considering his own. Picking up the pace Harry briefly touched the young man’s lips and cock again whispering all the while that he belonged to him now before reaching climax and as he shot his load deep inside the other, “you are mine…mind…body…magic…and soul…you are mine.”


Pulling out as he turned Charles who was half awake and shocked with the changes going on within his magic pulled him into a deep kiss as he reached behind the young man and spread the checks of his bum so that Katre could slide home. Once Katre had secured the young man as he thrust deep inside him harry slide down the newly created Thrall intent on emptying those heavy balls of their nectar. Wrapping his lips around the hard shaft it did not take but a couple of licks and back and forth motions before he had Charles screaming out as his orgasm hit him. Glancing up he smiled around the shooting cock in his mouth as Katre’s hands started to glow and he could feel his cousins magic making the internal changes needed to convert the other so he could carry their child.


Nibbling and licking the area where he knew that soon a slit would appear, the tunnel leading to the womb that he would soon be depositing his seed into Harry glowed like a minute sun with the power coursing through his skin. Ignoring the quite moans from the Thrall Harry felt his tongue sink into the newly formed slit as he felt his cousin shoot his lad deep into the other as the magic of creation and change sent him into his orgasm. Reaching through Charles legs Harry caressed Katre using the power skimming his hand to refresh the other before standing up and looking into the glazed eyes as he slowly sank into the new tunnel formed by magic and started to thrust in and out.


Charles by this point was nothing but a mass of passion, he had no higher thoughts left as his whole being was concentrated on the intense feelings of passion riding through him, taking him along for the ride as his prostrate was massaged from both sides.


Harry now getting close felt Katre slide out and the head of his erect penis touch the shaft of his own, moving Charles head out of the way his lips sought out and sucked on his cousins as he finally reached orgasm and with several thrusts pushed his length as far inside Charles as he could as he deposited his seed. Catching his breath as he was riding the intense high he slipped out of the young man and as soon as his head left the lips of the tunnel he felt the hardness that belonged to Katre push him aside as he entered the tunnel intent on depositing his own seed to mix with his.


Hand reaching down to the hardness thrusting into his belly Harry quickly stroked him to orgasm as he reached around with his hands lending his magic to the hands from his cousin around Charles front, magic that was preparing the seed for the spark of creation. Several minutes later Harry felt Katre’s pace quicken before he stilled and thrust hard and deep inside Charles as he slowly picked up the pace after the first volley shout out…with each thrust pushing himself deep as his seed mixed with the magic being pooled and new life was encouraged to take root.


Panting heavily as he slid out of the tunnel Katre used a little magic to clamp the widened tunnel back down and kissing Harry kept hold of the now unconscious spent young man sandwiched between them. Taking a deep breath as their lips released each other Katre reached between Charles legs for the slit with his right hand and smiled as he felt it start to close. “A son…we have created a son tonight, my heir.”


Leaning in for one last Kiss Harry helped support the spent youth as Katre maneuvered so that he could easily pick him up. Youth now in his arms Katre leaned over for one last kiss before he would leave, “thank you cousin for this gift of life.”


Escorting his cousin over to the mirror Harry activated it and watched as his cousin stepped through, back to his own world and Sithen. Smiling he walked over to the door leading out into the Sithen thinking, maybe he would only shag Draco one or two times tonight since the edge had been taken off.


XXX


Waking up the next morning with Draco sandwiched between himself and Deven Harry moved the slightly erect penis that belonged to Deven out of the way and slowly slid in to the rose that belonged to Draco, all the while running his hands over the swollen belly and feeling the ridge and valley that was starting to form along the middle of the red line. Soon he thought as he picked up his pace…soon it would be time to welcome his son into the world.


Draco waking to the feeling of fullness and something moving in and out brushing up against that sensitive spot that gave him so much pleasure moaned as he woke along with his libido, Merlin he thought this is the way to wake to the day as he felt wet lips touch the tip of his hardness as it slid over the skin covered head belonging to his own morning hardness. Moaning in pleasure as he was being assaulted by intense feeling from all ends Draco exploded into Deven’s mouth, but muscles clamping down and milking Harry’s shaft causing him to erupt inside him. Panting he moaned, “Merlin, how much longer before I am no longer constantly horny?”


Chuckling in between deep breaths as Harry came down from his own orgasm, “Another week or two before you don’t want anything near you and your pheromones calm down not sending me into lust induced rutting every time I am near you.”


Happy in the warm afterglow of good sex Draco whispered out, “Merlin much more of this and I will never be able to sit down,” before falling back to sleep, the last thought on his mind was all he seemed to do lately was eat, sleep and shag.


Laughing quietly Harry swung his legs off the bed and headed for the shower, Seeing Deven laying back stroking slowly as he had yet to have the blissful release this morning he called over his shoulder, “Come on…I will take care of that for you in the shower, let Draco rest while he is able.”

Sidhe Rising ch 26 NaNO 2007 WARNING

Well I had this mostly finished last night and now that I am home and stuffed full of food I finished Nevilles scene so it is ready to post

Warning

yucky mention of girl to girl contact (Hey I am a gay male)

Some fondling of prisoners

the funeral march for a certain character we all love to hate

thats all I can think of at the moment


here it is



Harry was slightly surprised when the twins told him their parents were not outraged over what he had done to Ginny, he was on the way to meet them per their request before heading to breakfast when he came across Luna walking down the hall holding a leash, a leash that was connected to the red head in question trailing behind, being pulled by the strong metal collar attached to her neck. Luna spotting Harry stopped and curtsied, “your Majesty, I must thank you for the wonderful gift you have given me,” leaning forward as if telling a great secret she whispered, “she makes the most interesting noises when I pet her naughty bits, why I have to apply extra silencing charms to the curtains so as not to wake my dorm mates at night.”


Gazing along the corridor as if watching some unseen creature Luna blinked before returning to the here and now, “Now if I can only find a boy to join in, one on the large size, she is very small and tight down there,” shaking her head she pulled the leash bringing Ginny closer, “it was so hard to determine with her not applying the proper hair removal charms, but we soon fixed that, “Luna smiled as if lost in a dream, blinking once more, “would you like to see?” she started to pull up Ginny’s robe front for Harry only stopping when he told her no.


“Pity…well it’s been a whole half hour since I made her scream and with the empty classroom around the corner…I will have to beg your majesties forgiveness,” Luna told him dreamily as she started to walk away dragging the silent girl behind her, eyes like that of a caged animal, “but if you find a boy on the large size…or maybe one that does not mind enlargement charms send them my way.”


Harry chuckled as the strange girl walked away at times dragging her new pet, he had to wonder how long it would be before she found a nice boy on the large size to join in her fun, Ginny would not enjoy it as the only thing the fey liked more than blood or sex was if you mixed them both together a the same time…and hey what’s a little pain between bed partners was their way of thinking.


Lost in thought Harry walked into the infirmary expecting to see the Weasley’s but a quick glance around the room they were no where in sight, frowning he made his way past the only filled bed that housed his former so called friend and looked inside the matrons office, not finding even her in attendance Harry was quick to open his senses fully searching the area for any hidden traps or people.


To an outside observer it looked like Harry had just opened the door to the nurses office and then all of a sudden he sprang into action balls of light sprang from his hands as he twisted around in a circle quickly in the space between breaths.


Stopping and glancing around in the direction of the thuds Harry sensed the disillusion charms around the stunned ambushes and with his mind unraveled the charm hiding them from sight, walking around the first thing he noticed was that one of them was Snape, and he had five others he had never seen in Hogwarts before even thought they looked to be around nineteen or twenty.


Waving his hand in a sweeping motion the six were soon levitated and deposited on the open beds across from the Granger girl, knowing that she would be unconscious for another month or two depending on who well the Medi-witch was able to slow down the unraveling of the girls magical core, though in the end it would not matter, nothing they did would keep her magical. Attention now back on the six who were waiting in ambush Harry willed the robes on the six to disappear and just for safeties sake he added some restraints to the mix securing each of them to their respective bed with thick metal bands.


Moving to Snape’s bed Harry double checked that the dark mark was indeed on the man’s forearm before silencing the man’s voice and waking him, staring into the hate filled gaze Harry smirked, “Don’t bother, I have no use for you or hearing the hate filled diatribe directed my way,” running his finger along the check of his most hated professor Harry sent a slight bit of power along the touch causing Snape to feel pain akin to the Cruciatus.


Severus felt fear for the first time as he gazed up into the eyes of Potter and noticed that his eyes were tri-colored, all the years of torment he had heaped upon the boy was about to be paid back in full, not about to go down without a fight he gathered his magic and prepared to attack the others mind in the hopes of distracting him long enough to escape, he had to tell his lord that the Unseelie had returned and Potter was one of them. Making eye contact once more Severus thrust with all the power of his mind, attacking the other only to have his own mind captured. Screaming without sound his vocal cords started to break from the intensity of his screams before Harry broke the gaze, he had learned what he wished.


Hand glowing and hovering above the potion masters face Harry released the restrains as his hand made contact with Snape’s skin, “Severus Snape for crimes against mortals and magic I condemn you,” Harry’s hand touched Snape’s face causing the other to curl up in pain as his bones broke and he seemed to melt as what was on the inside made its way to the outside, all to soon where once the professor lay, lay a quivering mass of internal organs, pulsing to the beat of the heart prominent on top of the mass, Harry had consciously invoked the hand of flesh as punishment.


Walking away from the bed Harry moved to the next and with a wave of his hand all the remaining captives were swiftly de-clothed and he saw two of them were marked, those could be handed over to his cousin he thought as he moved to the first of the unmarked ones and fondling the teen and getting a slow rise out of him released him and woke him up, capturing the youths eyes with his own Harry quickly found that he was a willing participant in the ambush and had planned to take the mark as soon as the mission to teach the professors that their school could be invaded at any time was sent, that they got to torture a few Mudbloods was a bonus to this teens way of thinking. Breaking his gaze Harry silenced him and moved to the next bed where he repeated his steps to the same conclusion.


At least two of them are not marked Harry thought as he moved to the last bed and stared at the teen, he was quite stunning, actually he thought as he gazed at the other four silenced teens that were carefully watching his every movement, this one was quite captivating, seeing that he too was unmarked Harry spent a moment more than the others fondling this one to complete hardness, he smiled very fertile he thought and impressive.


Madam Pomfrey finished with breakfast walked into her infirmary noticing right away that six of the beds were occupied and…what in Merlin’s name was he doing to that boy…was he …”Mr. Potter what the bloody hell do you think you are doing…STOP THAT this instant,” the horrified nurse screamed out.


Lazily still stroking the youth Harry looked up and sneered at the prudish witch, “Checking to see if he is fertile of course,” he told her as he released the straining erection that was leaking like someone had turned on a faucet.


“I will not stand for your treatment of our students like his Mr. Potter, no matter who you are,” Poppy started her rant intent of stopping this, this…


“Well it is a good thing they are not students then isn’t it,” Harry told her as he pointed to the fist two beds, “Those two are marked death eaters, I really could care less were they went to school,” pointing to the next two, “Those two are in the processing of earning their marks, they were brought in by Snape to torture some of the students,” glaring at her, “The same students that you assumed they were, both nineteen and graduates of Durmstrong,” tracing the outline of the erect nipple belonging to the stunning lad underneath his hand, “Shall we find out about this delicious little morsel.”


Feeding a burst of magic into the teen through his finger as soon as the young man’s eyes opened he captured his gaze and his mind and started to search for answers, ‘MMM twenty one, certainly does not look it…” Harry mumbled out loud as he searched for answers, hmm this one was not as open and closed as the others he would have to think about it, and try not to let his lust for this one do the decision making, though a child for his cousin by him and this one would be…


Poppy shocked and outraged over what was happening in her infirmary, this was a place of healing not some cheap bordello, fuming she stalked to the first bed wand drawn to at least cover the indecent scene when she caught sight of the pulsing mass move, “What in Merlin’s name is this,” she yelled out in shock as she started casting diagnostic charm after diagnostic charm with a few stabilizing spells thrown in.


Looking towards her absentmindedly, “Oh that’s Professor Snape, or the new improved version,” Harry walked towards the outer wall intent on following the tendrils of energy coursing around the place now let’s see who is around this morning. Letting his senses ride the current of energy embedded in all the portraits that the headmaster of the school would use to spy on the students and staff Harry saw that Aaron was the closest and whispering through the portrait asked him to come to the infirmary.


Aaron jumped as the portrait he was passing spoke to him, he was used to by now the moving around and chatting the things did, but for it to pass on a message that his King wished him to make his way to the infirmary so he could talk with him, it surprised him that they could be used in such a way. A scant five minutes later he ran into the infirmary right behind that old grey bearded manipulator. Keeping an eye on the old man who was making his way to the nurse who was busy doing something to that pile of…whoa hold on he thought his majesty had used one of his hands of power on someone, “I have come as ordered my King.”


“Thank you for coming so quickly Aaron I have a small task for you,” Harry told him as he created a long chain to hook the captives with, looking down at the row of beds that held his ambushers Harry modified the restraints so that they were no longer part of the bed and levitating the chain between them connected the four to the long chain, “Throw the two marked ones into one of the cells until they can be delivered to my cousin, the two unmarked ones are to be turned into Thralls, you choose one and hand the other over to Jesse or Kevin as they are mates, tell them to have fun and if they need any help turning him into a Brooder for breeding to let me know and I will walk them through it, this one,” Harry told him as he petted the head of the youth, “this one keep separate…as I am not sure what to do with him yet.”


Aaron bowed his head as he reached down and helped ht youth to his feet, once he was standing he tagged him with a bit of his magic and grabbed the offered chain and tugged the others to their feet, “As his Majesty commands,” before escorting them towards the infirmary door so he could take them through the mirror gateway in Harry’s tower.


Albus turned and frowning as he saw the youngsters being led away moved over to confront Harry, “Harry I must really insist that you bring back those young men and release them, I fear without their help we will not be able to reverse what was done to poor Severus.”


Harry turned slowly and glared at the headmaster, “I have not given you permission to be so informal with me headmaster, refrain from doing so lest I become very angry. And as far as those young men as you call them, they are on their way to the Sithen where they will be put to good use for their crimes against mortals and magic.” staring at the other until he turned away first Harry looked back towards the pulsing mass that was the potions professor, “we do not need them to know what happened to Snape…I know very well what happened to him, and as far as reversing it…it cannot be reversed, he will remain that way until the magic within him dies or someone takes mercy and kills him.”


Albus took a few steps back in shock, Harry had grown so hard and callus where others were concerned it seemed, he really was starting to fear for the others very soul if he did not embrace the light. As he stared into the gold, green, and silver eyes it did not really set in that he was dealing with some one that aw sot human and had a totally different cultural viewpoint when dealing with things. The same mistake Hermione made by assigning human wants, needs and emotions onto other races he was doing towards Harry and he did not see it, “Professor Snape, Harry one must address him with his title after all.”


Shaking his head in disgust Harry looked towards the mass and smiled, “Professor is a term of respect given to one who teaches, all Snape ever did was to belittle everyone but his precious Slytherin’s.” Glare full of hate, “Putting a recipe on the board and refusing to do anything but belittle and make fun of the students instead of explaining and helping them is not being a professor.” Sneering he continued to berate the headmaster, “besides he is a death eater and deserves everything that happens to him for his crimes.”


“I trust Professor Snape, he is a spy on our side and provides valuable information for the light,” Albus tried to get his point across, he had to get Harry to see reason.


“Spy…maybe he is but it is not for you Headmaster, when was the last time you were in his head and examined his memories…oh that’s right you only barge into others thoughts not the ones you should be verifying they are on your side.” Harry started to walk towards the bed with the mass that was once human and pointed, “Well here’s your chance headmaster, he has no defenses and you will see that the whole spying for the light was a ruse set up by Tom long ago. I don’t know why you trust him on his word alone, but I can tell you truthfully it is trust mistakenly placed.”


”The things he still does to this day to young children…some of them Hogwarts students is enough to sentence him to death, just because you have a use for him and you think he is on your side you will protect him so he is free to continue his predations as he sees fit.” Pointing at the exposed brain on the mass Harry spit out, “he has spent the past several days inventing a new potion to purge Voldermort of the blood he used to create a new body…seems my blood was very poisonous to him and was killing him slowly. As he had to create this potion from scratch, not form a recipe he could have failed or even botched it thus hastening the death of Voldemort…but no the loyal death eater did his best and in the process not only did he get to slowly torture a young muggle boy, but he was able to have his way with the ones not chosen…and they were not still breathing when he was finished.”


Harry huffed in annoyance as he was tired of trying to reason with the headmaster who refused to see the darkness and evil in his potions master, but was so quick to jump to conclusions where he was concerned, “you headmaster are a hypocrite and I tire of trying to convince you of the truth,” he started to walk out of the infirmary, “Neville is close to achieving the title of Shaman, he could verify any potion that thing created is possible, maybe you will believe someone other than me telling you how evil that thing is.”


Albus stared at the young man as he walked out of the infirmary truly shocked, he was not a hypocrite…he really wasn’t…was he.


XXX


Neville was happily reading the letter his Gran had forwarded on from the daughter of the Shaman for the Sicangu Oyate, he also had three other sons powerful enough to take his place as Shaman when the time came. He liked what he was reading so far of the young lady, Running Bird, she sounded just what he was looking for in someone to date, she was smart, loved plants and had a strong interest in healing, she also had an older brother that was a two spirits, whatever that was, and most of all she was magically powerful and very pretty to look at by the photo that was included. Nearing the end of the letter his Gran told him that she would be sending a war eagle with an introductory letter as she to liked what she had been told so far by her father about Neville and now it was up to the two of them to take the next step.


Last time he talked to Harry about the whole long distance get to know each other thing he had told him he wished there was a way they could see each other as they talked instead of letters, to see if there was a connection before going to the trouble of inviting her over for an actual face to face weekend to see if they were truly compatible. That is when Harry left him for a moment and went into the house and after a few minutes came out with a set of mirrors, communication mirror that only allowed conversation. He was carrying both of them on him so that when Running Bird’s eagle did show up he would be able to give it the mirror and letter he had agonized over to make sure it was what he wanted to say.


Albus was a shaken man, the things he had seen when he finally broke down and let his curiosity let him look into Severus mind, all to refute what Harry had told him of course, he had pulled out of Severus’s twisted mind before getting the list of ingredients that were used to create the potion to repair the damage done by the use of Harry’s blood. And the thing is now he knew the ritual used to bring Tom a new body and it was useless, without the connection Harry might still be able to defeat Tom, but it would not be by Tom killing Harry and taking himself along with the Potter boy. There was too much of a difference in ages between them for it to go otherwise, or that was what he had always thought.


Seeing the Longbottom child near the end of the Gryffindor table Albus walked over and sat down across from him and when the boy did not look up from his letter he cleared his throat to gain the lads attention, once Neville looked up at him “Neville, Harry told me that you would be able to help me out with this troubling potions conundrum, I have a partial recipe of a potion that Voldemort used to heal himself the other day and I was wondering if you can verify some of the ingredients for me?”


Looking at the headmaster Neville slowly nodded not about to say anything but, “I will consider it sir.”


Twinkling and putting on his best grandfatherly smile Albus practically beamed his delight, “Fine my boy, what I need is to come up with a potion that would mimic the effects of what we think Voldemort used. He needed a way to replace all his blood and anything related to Harry that he used in the creation of a new body for himself at the end of last term,” pulling a parchment and quill out he prepared to copy down the ingredients and hopefully instructions if he worded it right. “I do know two of the ingredient used with absolute certainty. One was immature mandrake, lower half only and the other was Epimedium grandiflorum. Do you think you can create a potion that would do what was described using those two ingredients?”


Closing his eyes Neville got lost in thoughts as he brewed the potion in his mind, all the while mumbling out loud. Halfway throughout eh recipe he opened his eyes in shock as he realized the last two vital ingredients that would be needed to ensure the DNA change the potions was about to force on the person took place. Letting his gaze fall onto the headmasters eager face as he scribbled madly on his parchment Neville realized that he was being used, and he was not sure why, looking around the hall he caught Alex’s eyes and motioned for him to come over, knowing that he would need the other to be able to call up an oath hound.


Missing the motioning done be Neville Albus looked up know that he had caught up with the instructions and instead of the thoughtful look he expected he saw a harsh cold glare directed his way. He was not used to being glared at like this from students that he went to for help, most felt honored that he wanted their help and looked at him with awe. Turning his twinkling all knowing look towards the glaring boy, “Is there something wrong Neville, do you need to change something or think further on the potion?”


“Why do you want this potion again professor?” Neville was a little colder than he intended but the last two ingredients needed were foul in his opinion, just downright evil.


Placing an all knowing smile on his face Albus leaned forward, “I believe Voldemort used this potion in the hopes to rebuild his body and if we knew what he had done we could then find a way to undo it, or at least that is my hope.”


With a fierce and determined look Neville turned to Alex, “I need the services of an oath hound huntsman before I can give the last two ingredients.”


Listening in on the conversation near the end and knowing how untrustworthy the headmaster was Alex nodded his head and reached out into the swirl of unseen energy that constantly surrounded him that smelt like canine and touched a strand summoning one of his puppies to his side.


“Mr. Longbottom I can assure you that I only have the best interests of the light in mind by asking for you to do this, I would never do anything not for the good of the light,” Albus started to assure him as a huge white eared dog seemed to flow out of nowhere and place its front paws on the table and stare at him intensely…very intensely this was not normal dog.


“Your vow headmaster…your vow not to make this potion, this thing is hideous and a monstrous use of life giving potions.” Neville hissed out as he demanded the other to comply.


“Why of course Neville, you have my word I will not make this potion, after all I do not fear the next great adventure.” Albus told him twinkling madly all the while the huge hound was glaring at him not blinking.


Running Bird’s eagle had arrived just at the start of the conversation and roosting in the rafters watched the scene for her mistress, she had a letter to deliver, but she wished to know that her human was being matched up with one of power.


In the back of his mind the headmasters vow was being gone over, something did not sit right, “the next ingredient would be the human testes of a child just touched by puberty but not affected by it, the testes would be crushed into a paste while still connected to the boy and then added and stirred in and allowed to simmer for two hours before the child would have his vein opened and his blood added to the potion until he had bleed out. The potion then would…” Neville stopped as he was watching the oath hound as the description was nauseating, he saw the hounds ears go from pristine white to pinkish tinged.


With a roar of rage Neville stood up wand at the ready and physically picked up the heave table and threw it out of his way, “Oath breaker…you dare break your oath to me…you would dare have this potion made…” the parchment did not survive Neville’s rage filled thought as he pointed it in its direction. Gripping his wand Neville felt the magic rise within him as his rage wanted an outlet and all he wanted was to be able to extend his reach so he could club the headmaster who was scrambling away from him on all fours, his wand drew more and more of the excess magic until it started to change. It quickly thickened and grew longer into a respectable staff, vines grew around the outside and giving into his rage he gripped it with both hands and using it like a bat smacked the headmaster across the face and threw him across the floor.


Pointing his finger at the oath hound Neville spat out, “his ears were pure white, now they are pink meaning you intend to break your vow…OATH BREAKER…” Neville prepared to hit him again with his new staff.


Picking himself off the floor and cringing at the enraged teen that was stalking towards him Albus cried out, “I have never broken my vow before and do not intend to start now…” then he faltered as the hound started to bay in eagerness and glancing over he saw the ears on the beast turn blood red.


Alex who was at the other side of the hall talking to the charms professor twirled around at the sound of the crash and then froze as the hound let out the bay of the hunt, taking in the enraged Shaman and the scrambling headmaster Alex looked to his puppy and saw the ears looked like they were weeping blood. Tossing his head back he bayed, he bayed to call the Wild Hunt to one who had oath sworn and then broke their oath, and his voice carried out over the stillness of the hall, “Albus Dumbledore, you who have sworn and then forsaken the vow have until sundown before the Wild Hunt claims your soul as theirs.”


Getting to his feet Albus rushed out of reach of the formidable staff from the Longbottom boy, “You can’t do this I have information that I have yet to divulge to your King, information he will need to win this war against the dark…I need time to tell him these things…to show him what he needs to know,” he pleaded…seeing no mercy in the eyes of the Sidhe he turned to Neville, ‘Neville, please think of the greater good, Harry would not want this…think of what you are about to do…”


Thumping the end of his wand turned staff to the floor Neville glared in hate at the man, “I know that you swore an oath you did not intend to keep and then lied on top of it,” turning away to see if anyone was injured when he threw the table and not seeing anyone he felt a bit of relief, “your right in one thing…Harry would want to kill you with his own hands for what you have done to him over the years.” Looking over his shoulder Neville glanced up at the sound of the eagle cry that reverberated throughout the hall, “If you’re lucky when you go to quickly explain what you should have told Harry years ago he will kill you before sundown and save you being ripped to shreds and your soul destroyed,” raising his arm for the eagle to land on Neville petted the chest of the regal bird before using his free hand to untie the letter.


Encouraging the eagle to shift to his shoulder Neville made sure it had a firm grip before slowly striding from the great hall, as he reached the doors his voice carried back to all those inside, “Personally my galleons are eon the hounds catching you before midnight.”

Sidhe Rising ch 25 NaNo 2007

Well according to the running tally I am in second place for my region in written words :(


ok this chapter is all about character development, allowing some of the things that have been mentioned in others chapters to solidify, giving me a spring board to further develop them.


I will say that in the last chapter Nott was supposed to be turned into a Thrall according to my outline and his intended by contract was supposed to be turned on by his status and the idea of kinky sex as the story developed he did something to cause a shift which caused her viewpoint to shift so now we have the nasty scorned witch syndrome starting.


Ron is developing into more of a straight laced heterosexual character than outlined, while any horny teen loves a hot mouth around his member he shivers at going further even if he would only be on top...poor Ron limiting his fun that way LOL


Neville has turned into a stronger character that even surprised me with his hidden dominant nature.


no warnings in this one, no Harry in this one either



Monday morning found Draco helping Theo dress in his new form fitting forest green clothes, that pants left nothing to the imagination while the short sleeved form fitting silk like shirt with the golden emblem of the tree of life over the heart done in gold Celtic knot work was striking. Handing over the wand holster Draco stood back and decided Theo made an impressive figure, and all the old purebloods would know in an instant what the color and symbol on his breast meant. Theo was about to take the Wizarding world by storm Draco thought, more so than Harry and the other Sidhe, Merlin’s symbol was not as lost to history as the Sidhe were and only remembered by the oldest families.


Theo looked in the mirror and smiled at his reflection, pulling Draco over so they stood side by side he would have hexed anyone last year if they said he and Draco would end up as great friends. “That symbol looks good on you Draco,” Theo told him as he gazed at the reflection of the royal purple of the knot of motherhood on Draco’s left breast, though his bulging belly did distort the bottom of the symbol slightly. Nervous Theo gave one last look before heading out of the bedroom and down the hall, Draco at his side, Harry had planned on making somewhat of a scene entering the great hall this morning for breakfast.


Down on the ground floor the turned to their left and walked out the arch leading outside expecting to meet Harry and the others their only to be met by Alex waiting for them by the mirror. “His Majesty has already gone ahead to give his orders to the guards after hearing their reports, he still does not trust that fool of a headmaster not to try something.” Placing his hand on the mirror he waited for the ripples to start before waving the two thru.


Walking into Harry’s private rooms at Hogwarts Draco fought the urge to strip down and walked towards the book case that gave access to the common rooms. Walking through the bookcase he smiled as he was met by Neville, Colin and Ron along with the twins, snorting he would have to do something about all the lions around here, he needed some of his more trusted snakes and maybe a few of the ravens.


“Harry had to go meet with our parents and then he planned to join us at breakfast, we decided to walk with you so neither one of you had to enter the great hall by yourselves,” Fred told them as he eyed Theo’s new look, “Brother mine…”


“Losing the robes Fred,“ George finished his brothers sentence as he pulled his robes over his head, joining his brother in the tight dragon skin leather pants and shirt.


Ron looked disgusted before handing over a galleon to Neville who was smirking and holding out his hand. Bringing up the rear Neville could be heard as Fred and George jumped down the steps leading to the hallway chests as puffed up as they could get them in the tight leather outfits, “Told you so.”


Once Fred and George got to the doors leading into the Great Hall they stopped and looked back to see how close the others were before walking into the room, the chatter of the students in the middle of breakfast slowed to a quiet hush as those closest to the doors fell silent and neighbor after neighbor fell silent as they followed the gaze of the one who caught their attention by being silent in the first place. Chests puffed up and strutting up the aisle Fred and George were in their element as the students and staff gave them all of their attention, so much so that Draco and Theo were halfway up the aisle heading towards the table set up on the second tier, one step below the throne before one of the seventh year Ravenclaw’s caught sight of them. And she let out a scream, “HOLY MOTHER OF MERLIN…LOOK…” she pointed her finger towards the two walking past.


All eyes swiveled towards the two and the silence was broken by the excited and confused chatter of the students around them. Taking the two seats just below Harry’s throne Draco tried to ignore the gossip and stares as he filled his plate for the first time own his own since he had been taken, remembering the attempt on Harry’s child he stopped and looked at the food and drink with distrust, Deven who was standing in the shadow whispered loud enough for the two to hear, “I checked it after it appeared, it’s safe and no one has been near it.”


Relieved Draco went back to fixing his plate with all his favorites, piling on several more sausage patties Draco started to eat while glancing around the great hall, sure was different from up here he thought, the center of attention yet able to clearly see everything that is going on. Glancing down he looked over at his former house table and noticed who was taking notice of his and Theo’s change of status, he had to wonder just what the students in general had been told of what they could expect from now on. Nudging Theo he pointed out that for another day their head of house was missing, looking around he did not notice any other professor sitting at the Slytherin table though the other houses each had several of the professors sitting with them, he thought it might be time to see just who was loyal to the dark lord and who would be willing to pledge their loyalty to the Sidhe, “Snape is missing yet again, do you think we should approach some of the others to see where their loyalties lay, though I wonder why Flint has not been marked yet, I would have expected him to have taken the mark by know from what father had told me last year.”


“He may have been waiting to receive the mark at the next Hogsmeade weekend, it would make sense to mark the students after the Ministry had checked all the students out, I heard from several of the seventh years that their fathers were planning on meeting them and taking them to the dark lord so he could mark them, last I overheard there should have been around seven gathered that weekend.” Theo told him between bites of his waffle, looking around he nudged Draco and pointed him towards the Gryffindor table and McGonagall, “She looks like she was to cough up a fur ball or something.”


Draco snorted into his drink with that comment, “how long do you think it will be before she decides to come over and comment about our lack of proper school attire?”


“No bet on that one, she will do it before breakfast is over and after she corners the Weasley twins over their dragon hide clothes,” Theo whispered as he stabbed another sausage link from in front of Draco, at the same time pointing his fork towards the Hufflepuff table, “that group is the one going to be the hardest to win over, look at the Bones girl, her mother is the head of the DMLE and she looks like she is unsure of who she can talk to, nothing like she normally acts, even her friends look like they are avoiding her.”


Pushing the piece of waffle around his plate, trying to decide if he should finish it or not Draco commented on the group of Ravenclaw’s digging through the stack of books nearest where the head table used to be, “that lot is about to dissect every myth and legend they can get their hands on trying to analyze anything to do with the Unseelie.”


Sipping his tea after pushing his plate away Theo thought about what they were seeing, “you might want to talk to Harry and warn him how on edge the students really are under the calm exterior they are presenting to the rest of the school, the whole invasion and surrender of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts has unsettled every single one of them. The hufflepuffs known for their loyalty have fractured, the Griffindor’s are running scared, the Ravenclaw’s are hiding in their books and not interacting with each other or having the normal debates over theory and the Slytherin’s have retreated so far into being unnoticed so they can sit back and decided how to best use the situation to their advantage it is ridicules.”


“The whole school is becoming a powder keg ready to explode, and when it does the Sidhe will come down hard and fast, it will be bloody and half the students could be lost if something is not done pretty soon,” Theo looked at Draco while he said this, noticing the expression on Draco’s face was confused, “You need to bring this to Harry’s attention, he will listen to you,” I hope he told himself.


Draco was confused, “you are forgetting one thing, Harry owns me so what makes you think he will listen to me, after all the only thing he is interested when it comes to me is his son,” he told him as he placed his hand across his belly, feeling the baby kick his bladder for the umpteenth time that morning. Dropping his wand out of the holster he tapped his lower abdomen and emptied his bladder once more to his relief, how the hell those without magic dealt with this he could not fathom, he would end up staying in the loo the whole day.


“That may be, but he certainly does not treat you like he treats the other Thralls, or is this some Brooder thing that I did not read about in the book he gave me?” Theo asked as he noticed Professor Flitwick stand up and start towards them.


“True, but for the first month while I was still a Thrall I was pretty much treated the same, I have it better now than I did but I think that is because I am carrying Harry’s son, though I can say it is almost like we are becoming friends.” Draco turned back towards the approaching Professor, “good morning Professor.”


“Good morning boys,” Filius looked closely at the crests on both their breasts, “My word…Mr. Nott I do believe that is very close to the symbol associated with Merlin though the one on your breast is different somehow.” Looking towards Draco and the symbol on his breast Filius cocked his head to the side and thought about what he was seeing, “I have never seen that symbol though Mr. Malfoy could you perhaps tell me what it means?”


Draco shrugged as he glanced down at the symbol on his shirt, “to tell the truth sir I have no clue what it means, all I know is that I was ordered to wear clothes with this symbol at all times I am outside the Sithen, if you really want to know you will have to ask Harry or one of the other Sidhe walking around,” pointing to Theo and smirking he said, “now Theo’s on the other hand is the mark of Myrrdyn, unlike Merlin who was known by the basterdized version of Myrrdin that the historians associate with Merlin. Even the symbol is different as the roots and branches of the tree become the knot work circle that surrounds the trunk instead a Celtic know circle surrounding the tree.”


Minerva who had wandered over when she saw her colleague make his way up to the table listened in and was intrigued with the information nevertheless asked, “I take it then Mr. Malfoy we cannot expect you to show up in the school uniform henceforth,” she frowned as she looked towards Theo, “And what is your excuse Mr. Nott for being out of uniform?”


Theo smiled trying to be charming, “this is the uniform I am required to wear from now on, it shows my station in the scheme of things so I am told.”


Scowling Minerva glared at Deven who was standing in the shadows, she planned to have a long talk with Mr. Potter, “Since you both were not here at the beginning of breakfast you will need to know that History of Magic has been moved to the fourth floor corridor in the west tower, and for the rest of the week Defense Against the Dark Arts has been canceled until the Auror rotation has been scheduled so use that time wisely to catch up with any work you are behind with.”


Fidgeting slightly Minerva looked back at Draco, “The headmaster is very insistent that you go to the hospital wing to be evaluated by Madam Pomfrey for some strange reason,” seeing him pale she was quick to add, “of course I expect you to be the ultimate Slytherin until Harry returns and avoid the headmaster, after the last meeting between Harry and the headmaster I do not think the school could survive the experience of a very angry Harry Potter, I dare say the headmaster shan’t.”


Looking to where Deven was standing he noticed he had stiffened at the professors words, glancing to Theo he did not notice any difference but Professor Flitwick was scowling in disapproval, Draco inclined his head slightly, “thank you for the advice professor, I shall of course be careful.”


Nodding her head in return Minerva started back to her lions, “see that you do Mr. Malfoy…I would hate to lose any more students…I fear I am about to lose too many as it is,” she glanced over to those darker aligned at the Slytherin table. “FRED…GEORGE WEASLEY put your robes over those clothes right now.”


“I am beginning to wander if coming back to Hogwarts is a good idea, I mean I already can pass the newts practical portion and could fudge it on the written with what Harry taught us this summer,” Draco whined as he thought how much nicer it would be to be reading on the beach right now instead of sitting in class being stared at or used as a pawn by the headmaster, “I am going to hex that meddling old man.”


Daphne frowned throughout breakfast she kept glancing at Theodore at the table on the riser, she knew the symbol he was wearing was old and in the back of her mind the thought was just out of reach that would tell her what that blasted thing was, after the whole incident the other day she was not sure if she was still under a marriage contract with Nott or whether that blasted Potter dissolved it when he took Theodore. That he was back to school so quickly was encouraging, on the other hand he was sitting up next to Draco and that could have so many meanings she could not think of a way to use it. She would just have to confront him she thought as she stood up and started to walk over to them as the rest of the hall emptied on their way to the first class of the morning.


Walking down the steps Theo groaned silently as he noticed Daphne Greengrass heading his way, he might as well get this over with he thought, “Daphne…”


“I am surprised to see you back, and not in chains like the Weaselette,” Daphne stepped next to him and started to walk along with them towards the doors as she started fishing for answer, ‘I am assume nothing much has changed then?”


Shaking his head Theo thought she needed to be reminded what subtle really meant, “Everything has changed Daphne, you should know by now change is part of nature.”


Growling under her breath Daphne glared at him, “That is not what I meant and you know it Theo.”


“Then say it plainly Daphne,“ Draco scowled as he noticed Pansy glaring at him before jumping back in, “Are you asking about your marriage contract and if it is still valid, the time for round about questioning and riddles is over, and I for one tire of them, and the constant back stabbing that we Slytherin’s have become under our head of houses rule.”


“Watch your back Malfoy…remember that from day one, that is our house creed and by the looks of things you are no longer part of our house,” Daphne hissed.


Laughing Draco shook his head in amusement, “Daphne your threat don’t work on me anymore, besides what do you think Harry and his hell hounds would do to you and your family if something happened to me now that you made a threat in front of one of his guards.”


Glancing around the other side of Draco she paled when she realized there was one of those tri-colored things within hearing distance, not only that but it was glaring at her.


“You know Daphne I think you better spend some time with the Ravenclaw’s, you need to research a little and read up about the rulers of magic…you know the ones that gave us magic in the first place,” The was totally disgusted with her, and truth be told really wanted nothing to do with her after learning about the contract arranged by his mother. Seeing her confused look at the abrupt change of the subject, “you face gave you away, you did not hold the mask in place well enough not to show your disgust. I would be careful if I were you, no reason to piss off a being that could just as easily kill you with a touch or whisper than rip your magic from your very soul.”


Stopping so he faced her, “And as far as what you really want to know, yes the marriage contract is invalid and if you want to pursue this you will have to sit down and have a long talk with Harry about drawing up another, last I heard he is very much against them unless the girl involved is not local and has no crossing with our bloodline for twenty generations or so,” glaring at her he smiled, “he also demands that there be minimum of four children.”


Daphne was outraged, “four…that is like a commoner, I argued against two…I will not be treated like some broodmare kept constantly pregnant…” she started to work herself up.


“That’s ok as if you so have children it certainly won’t be with me as the contract is null and void Daphne dear.” Theo turned and caught up to Draco entering the History classroom.


XXX


Ron and Neville left eh great Hall and followed at a discrete distance behind Draco and Theo, not close enough to hear the others conversation, yet close enough to act if something went wrong and they needed back up. Not seeing any hostilities so far from the Slytherin girl Neville glanced at Ron, “Have you considered Theo’s offer any more, carrying a child for you as a way to apologize for injuring you?”


The tips of his ears turning slightly red Ron did not bother glancing over to see Neville smirking, “I don’t think that will happen anytime soon, don’t get me wrong the few times I have been over and everyone got extremely horny I did enjoy Draco sucking me off, felt great matter of fact, but I don’t think I could ever go further with another bloke.” Catching Neville’s face out of the corner of his eye and seeing that he was not being made fun of but more of an honest curiosity there, “I am thinking about asking your Gran, with all her massive contacts to help me find someone I could consider as the mother of my children, I think Harry has the right of it, we have become too closely connected with each other intermarrying like we have been.”


“Are you sure you want to do that, while I think Gran would be pleased to do this as she is more excited lately than I have ever seen her before, won’t your mom…oh I don’t know go off if a scary howler sort of way?” Neville questioned as he frowned seeing Deven stiffen, he wondered what was said, but before he could say anything the girl seemed to deflate.


Ron nodded his head, “Mum is down right scary, if I mentioned this to her she would go out and have me married before letting me meet the girl, as much as she bad mouths pureblood traditions, secretly she would be right chuffed to do this, she would even plan out when each child would be born and their names, ‘shaking his head as the walked into the classroom to find a seat, “no way in bloody hell I am giving her that much control.”


Taking seats behind Draco Ron prepared to nap like normal, but quickly sat up when a real live person walked in from the back office.


The powerful witch in question seemed to float into the room and stood before the desk, glancing down at the charmed parchment showing the names of everyone sitting in the charmed chairs, “you can call me Professor Book, I am an archivist within the department of mysteries, and for the foreseeable future you will be learning history as you should have been form the beginning.”


Walking around to the front of the desk she leaned back against it, “The first thing you must realize is the department of Mysteries was founded six hundred and eighty seven years ago when the outgoing minister of magic overheard a conversation by the new minister and the plans to alter history to suit their needs, included in this plan was to start to loose knowledge and curtail the teaching of the more powerful aspects of our craft. The outgoing minister created the department to oversee and become keepers of the knowledge and history of out people, for one day in the future we would have a great need for this preserved knowledge.” She start pacing around the room, making sure she had each students undivided attention, “Luckily as each succeeding minister banned or declared dark magic that was more powerful than hew personally could cast, we in the department safe guarded this knowledge…and we have trained in its use, which makes us some of the most feared witches and wizards..”


“The very first thing that corrupt politician did all those years ago was send out hit teams to kill off everyone with the knowledge to produce wands that were a perfect match to each wizard or witch, “She glared angrily out the window as those students near her recoiled from the hate, “what he did not realize or even care was that a wand that is not a perfect match will corrupt the persons magical core thus with time lessoning the magic the can perform…making them less powerful than they were or could be.”


Back in front of he desk she took in the shocked and angry faces of all the students, some even sending looks of disgust at their wands, “my advice to all of you is to spend the time you would have spent this week in defense class seeking out Ollivander to have a new wand made and your old one destroyed. You would also be advised to seek out a competent healer to have your core examined over Yule holiday.”


Tapping her finger on the parchment on her desk she triggered the preloaded spell, after all she must keep the aura of awe she was creating around her, and three books appeared on the desk in front of each student, pointing her finger at the pile of books to the gapping students, “those will be your texts for the year, unlike the dragon dung you have bought in the past those texts are true and accurate.”


Finally moving to take her seat she glared over the class as a whole, “From now until Samhain we will be dealing with the top text very closely, as it is a history of the Sidhe, or as much as we have found out with our limited understanding of their culture.”


Slamming her hand down on her desk causing the students to jump, “make no mistake here the Sidhe are the rulers of magic…the rightful rulers I might add, and can kill someone with a thought,” leaning back in her chair she once more glanced at the parchment and considered all the triggers that were pre-charmed into the chairs and noticed that two of the chairs the charms had dissolved once the students sat down, shocked but not about to show it to the students, she left it for further study while the students had been set to reading. “My job is to instruct you in proper behavior around the Sidhe and to make sure you do not cause an incident that would lead the total enslavement of Wizarding kind.”


Leaning forward she scanned the students, “I can assure you the Sidhe would have no problem doing this and would not hesitate to do so if you cause a large enough incident.” Picking up the top book from her desk as an example, “you will read two chapter by the start of every class and you will commit it to memory. On October thirtieth you will be tested on the customs and cultures of the Sidhe and how to act around them, any fifth year who does not pass with at least nine out of every ten questions correct will be handed over to the Sidhe to be enslaved.”


“What …”came th voice form one of the Slytherin boys, “You can’t do that.”


“I assure you Anthony,” she told him coldly as she glanced down at her chart out of the corner of her eye, “we can and we will. The new government that is forming has no use for citizens that will be a danger to the rest of us, the next time the Sidhe invade the will wipe us out and keep the children for breeding purposes or sexual slaves, maybe both.”


‘The firs thing you must understand is that the Sidhe never lie, the might dance around the subject or misdirect you with their answer but they will never lie to anyone,” slamming her hand down again causing them to jump, “Why aren’t you writing this down, I am not up here talking for my own amusement.”


“The goblins have had a much longer history dealing with the Sidhe than we have, we know this by the contracts they put together, where a wizard would be satisfied with a half page contract, one drawn up by the goblins would be five or six pages long covering every possibility that would arise during the execution of that contract…” She lectured as the students finally shocked out of their stupor hurried to catch up with their note taking.