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Chapter One:

"Makes perfect sense."

Albus scowled at his mate, earning only a quirked eyebrow from the blue-eyed, lilac-haired Elder. Seanchaí returned his gaze Draco. The blonde was seated in the centre of the Elder's circular room, having been forced into sharing what had happened to him after Albus had had a vision of him speaking to Ginny Weasley, his mother.

Bród remained frozen behind his smaller mate, his green eyes wide as they scanned the Draco for signs of fever.

"Get of me, you brute!" the former Slytherin yelped, "I'm not sick. What happened, happened! The Weaslette came and told me everything." Harry frowned at the name, the lines on his face emphasising to the point where he looked war-scarred. "It's possibly you had a bout of delirium, Malfoy. You could have been imagining things."

Albus shook his head, ignoring the indignant flush staining Draco's cheeks. "No, father, I saw him speak to mother. I saw him reach out as if to take her hand. Whatever happened in that hospital room was very real. I just don't understand..."

Lily hushed her brother's frustrated tone, her green eyes a mirror of her daughter's who sat cross-legged beside her. "No use getting in a mess because of it, Al. Breathe, we'll figure this out." Geal nodded his head stoically by her side, as always in agreement with what the fiery redhead had to say.

Throughout the arguments encompassing the meeting, Bek kept her glowing green gaze trained on the younger Malfoy, who deftly avoided her gaze. The feel of Scorpius' lips still lingered against her own, sparking electricity through her body. Why he had kissed her she couldn't comprehend. Scorpius had been her enemy and her best friend for sixteen years, a constant annoyance or comfort. What he had done had shifted their relationship to unsteady grounds and she was not pleased. She would have to tackle the answers from him as soon as given the opportunity.

Scorpius heaved a sigh of relief when Bek seemed to lose interest in him, and turned her mask-like features to Seanchaí. Were someone to ask him why he had kissed Bek, he would not have been able to give a direct answer. At the time he had been consumed with happiness at the end of a lifetime of war and death and all of that happiness had circulated straight to Bek and the power she seemed to exude constantly. He had adored her at that moment as he had adored her in the moments when she would rest her head upon his shoulder. There was little logic or thought behind it. And now with everything that had happened, his mind seemed hazy, unable to focus on one singular thing but instead attempting to take it all in. It would only be a matter of time before he fainted.

Albus rubbed his head slowly, his fingers tangling in the length of his black hair. "So, what we know is that Ginny and others may be trapped in some Otherworld between life or death and Draco was to bring the message to us so that something could be done about it." He groaned and dropped his face against his palms, "what can possibly be done about that?"

He relaxed as Seanchaí placed slender hands on his shoulders, the older man's white wings snapping open to fan the heated room with much needed air. It calmed his headache somewhat. "We could attempt to open the portal."

His words were met with silence broken only by the sudden gasps by his fellow Elders who had, until this point remained on the edge of the room.

"Are you mad, Seanchaí?"

"Trying something such as that will only result in the devastation of our own world."

"It is lunacy to even suggest it, we have no grounding power, no protection."

Seanchaí growled low in his throat, an earthy sound that caused the Elders to cease in their cries. He let powder-blue orbs fall on Draco's frightened face. "We have a grounding power now. Draco's soul was sent to that place for a reason. It is his soul alone that can travel there again and bring back the bridge with the help of those who are trapped there."

Bród tightened his grasp around the blonde's waist, mindful of the wound that still existed there. He gaped at Seanchaí with terrified eyes. "You can't be suggesting that Draco be sent to create the Portal once more?" he whispered, his tone distraught.

Seanchaí watched him with tender eyes, his silence suggesting that that was precisely what he intended Draco to do. Albus frowned and exchanged worried looks with Geal. "Seanchaí" he said quietly, "Sending Draco into a temporary portal is dangerous. He could be lost forever. Even if he is not, the time difference between the world's is huge. One world will have to compromise. We could end up destroying the balance and pushing Earth back hundreds of years."

Seanchaí sighed and for once, the sound was a weary one. "An Earth without magic will never have progressed in a good way. Perhaps pushing them back will restore what they need to become enlightened. Time makes its own rules, Albus, it is up to Draco whether he wishes to do this or not. No one will force or influence him."

Most heads glanced downwards, not meeting Draco's eyes for fear the pressure would mount on the blonde and cause him to run. Draco met only the eyes of his son, Scorpius. The boy looked petrified, but resigned, as though he could see his Ahha's future already mapped out before them. The blonde held out a hand to grasp the sixteen-year-olds shoulder softly, smiling when his fingers brushed against the crimson wing there.

"I'll come back to you."

Scorpius' mouth set in a grim line before he nodded, his green eyes becoming hard. "You had better."