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.”