The Daemons are coming

Prolog

Lets Play catch up, shall we?

"If this is true, it changes everything." A girl muttered. She glanced at the door and nervously ran a hand through her mid-back wavy raven hair. The lightening bolt scar under her eyes-one of the two famous ones-gleamed with dried tear tracks. She shifted and laid her head on the shoulder of the boy next her. He wrapped an arm around her. "Everything would be different for. Or everyone could hate us."

"I know Mea, I know." The boy said. He too kept glancing at the door. The hair was down to just past his shoulder blades, and his bangs almost completely covered his emerald green eyes. You couldn't even see his lightening bolt scar. "But if the goblins are right, and they usually are, then we'll have to tell Sirius and Remus before school."

"And Percy and Olli, they're around more and more often." Mea added, giving Harry a small smile. "They should just admit they like each other. Get rid of the sexual tension."

Harry laughed, "I know what you mean. One more dinner and I may just lock them in a room alone. Come back in the morning."

"Harry! Mea! Percy and Oliver are here for dinner! Come on!" Sirius shouted from down the hall. The twins shared a grin as the stood. Speak of the devil and they shall appear.

"Hold on, we need to put the glamours back up. No one needs to have a heart attack tonight." Mea said softly, waving her hand at Harry. It always fascinated the other to watch the features that identified them as twins disappear. They looked nothing alike with the glamours on, without them was a different story.

Hence, they let the other put the glamour back up. So, Mea watched avidly as brother's long, silky raven hair disappeared and became short and messy, lightening just slightly. His skin, scarred from heavy abuse tanned and became flawless. His eyes dimmed from the glowing green they had been, the circles under them disappeared and the haunted look in them was hidden. To Mea he even seemed to shrink a little, she always thought it was from the weight of acting, from being the golden 'boy-who-lived'.

"Now you, Mea." Harry said, layering the same spells over her. She shivered at the feeling from the magic as Harry watched; it felt like someone had dumped an ice bath on her. Just as with Mea, it amazed Harry that they could change so much with one spell.

Without the glamour, Mea was pale, almost vampyre looking, she had purple bruise looking circles under her eyes, highlighting her own famous scar that ran from just under her eye to the top of her cheek. Her eyes, the same shade of emerald as his, fairly glowed with power. Her hair was long and wavy. But, with the glamour it all disappeared. Her scars were only visible to him, to the others in the world Mea was tanned with short black hair, no unlike his own, and her eyes sparkled with a special amount of energy that only she had, Mea almost bounced in place with happiness that filled all of those around her.

"Harry? Mea? Are you two coming?" Remus was calling this time. His footsteps were nearing the door, the clacking of his shoes of the wood of the floor drawing closer. Harry and Mea shared a look, grabbing the first books they saw and rushing to put them away.

"We'll be there in a sec, Remus. We're putting up our books!" Harry yelled over his shoulder.

"Hurry!" The werewolf yelled back, footsteps already fading as he went back to the dinning room.

Harry offered his arm to Mea, "Shall we, Princess?"

"Why, my Prince, we shall." Mea said, voice mockingly posh. They shared a laugh. Her face turned serious, "What do we tell them?"

"We fell asleep and it took us time to put our books up." Harry muttered as they tore down the wards they had placed over the library door. They could be walked through, but the person would look right past them, sort of like a ward mixed with a notice-me-not charm. Harry had made it on accident while trying to fix their glamours.

"To the show, then." Mea said, masking her worry with cheer. They raced each other to the dinning room.

"So it's true, then." Harry mutter, voice faint as he held Mea close. The parchment sat in front of them on the Goblin's desk; the words 'blood inheritance' written at the top. 'Daemon' was written in looping cursive along with a list of possibilities below it. There was no longer any chance that they were fully human, blood never lied and Goblins could be could be trusted when paid enough. The glamours were down, revealing that Harry and Mea were indeed almost identical.

"Yes, we won't be able to tell you which Daemon you'll be. But we can suggest some books that may help you figure it out." The Goblin in front of the pair said. True, he had only known the pair since they were eleven when they had come in with the half giant almost four years go.

Griphook regretted that this had to happen to them now, so shortly after the shock of the last betrayal. He studied the two, he was paid handsomely for helping them keep their secrets, but even he was beginning to worry. Mea was covered in bruises, all ranging from shades of dark purple to a yellowing green. Harry looked no better, the bruises standing out starkly on his skin.

"That would be wonderful, Griphook. Thank you." Mea said. Harry winced at the monotone her voice had taken on, she sounded empty; she sounded like she had after Vernon.

"Do you know when the inheritance will hit, Griphook?" Harry asked, wrapping an arm around Mea almost automatically. The girl leaned into him, also looking to the Goblin for information. Whatever they could learn now would help; anything they could learn at all would help.

"From what we know, the inheritance can come anywhere from the time of the day you were born, your birthday, to the beginning of the next year. It can happen all at once or slowly." Griphook said, "It won't start beyond changes with the way you interact with people until your birthday."

Harry and Mea nodded, soaking the information in silently. Harry glance over the list of suggested books, thinking of ways they could get the books without Remus or Sirius noticing. "Is there anything else we need to know immediately? Sirius and Remus will be getting nervous by now."

"The glamours." The Goblin started, "They're endangering your magic, the inheritance will draw on it. Keeping them up will lower you immunities and magic levels in the upcoming months. Keep them down as much as possible. Otherwise your magic will crash after your inheritance and with every change after."

"Thank you Griphook. This information is invaluable." Harry said, standing, pulling Mea up with him. "And we'll try to keep the glamours down as much as possibly."

"Yes, and may your vault flow over with goods and gold." Mea agreed, giving the Goblin a bright but quiet smile. Griphook couldn't help but feel guilty for the way her eyes closed off, but he didn't comment.

The Goblin nodded his head and led them from the room, pausing just before the entrance hallway to allow the two to replace glamours. He gave a sad sigh as the two smiled brightly at him and hurried out the doors. He hurried back to his office; he had work to do now. The forms and such for the Potter's vault wouldn't sign or sort themselves.

"Shall we read about bonds or daemon types first?" Mea asked cheerfully, pulling Harry down to sit next to her. Harry glanced warily at the still open door before he pushed it softly closed with a wave of his hand, layering wards over it.

"Shall we close the door then think about what to read, Mea?" Harry teased, pulling the book on daemon from the younger girls fingers. Mea gave her twin an innocent look as her face flushed slightly.

"Chapter One. Daemon Types." Harry began. "There are five elemental daemons. Fyre, Flyte, Aqua, Terra Firma and Spirit. Each has powers and traits that are unique to them, Fyre and Terra Firma Daemons are the most common, Aqua and Spirit are the least. Flyte daemon are somewhere in between the four, being neither common nor rare."

"Holy Mother of Merlin, we're going to be Spirit daemons!" Mea lamented. Harry wacked her with the book, "Don't jinx us, you moron."

She gave him a sheepish look and motioned for him to continue. With another dark look in her direction, he did: "All daemons are categorized under some type of elemental daemon. Vampyre for instance fall under Spirit daemon, just as Merpeople fall under Aqua Daemon. Despite falling into a category, it does stand that some creatures will not get along. There is no such thing as a 'Dark' or 'Light' creature, these fights will often stem from one family feud running into another."

"Well, that makes more sense then what we learned from listening to Dumbledore and the Order of Idiots," Mea muttered, "That would explain why they stay away from each other, also. They never know if their going to find someone they're feuding with."

"Makes sense." Harry agreed, "Here, you read."

"Alright, Bonds right?"

"Yea, page 15."

"Right, the most common bond among human and daemon is the Familia Bond. It's commonly formed between younger siblings and anyone the daemon looks up to. It is more common, however, for lower standings in the bond, to become active. Should the daemon come in contact with another, unless a feud has been enacted, the bond should begin to form immediately." Mea shared a look with Harry.

"This sounds a lot like a pack. Especially after listening to Remus tell us how they work." Harry worried, "This could be very bad. I know that we don't know any Daemon currently, but with our luck more people will be coming into the inheritance."

"Can't life ever be simple for us?" Mea complained, curling closer to her brother, book still in her slightly trembling hands.

"I don't think so, the world would end as Nev would say. Anyway, keep reading?"

"How much time do we have until Sirius calls us to go to the Weasly's?" Mea asked, Harry shrugged and Mea began to read: "Daemon to Daemon family bonds are different then Daemon to Human. Because they are normally formed with another, younger daemon the younger is considered a younger sibling; this makes the bond stronger as both sides recognize the bond not only forming but also who the bond is forming with. From what has been studied, it's known that should the bond have to form before the inheritance can pass that the elder daemon in the bond will be more protective and the younger obviously in danger."

Mea, pale to the extreme, keep reading, but she stuttered over a word ever couple of sentences. Harry looked no better as he began to realize exactly what might happen, "While the bonds with an elder daemon form, the younger will always be clingy. They will be unsure of themselves and how to act. Most act like young children, constantly wanting to be nearer the elder daemon. However should abuse have happened at any time in a young daemons life, this desire to be near the elder will escalate, or in some rare cases, when the younger daemon is hiding, bond instincts will escalate."

"They're going to find out. Harry they're going to know what Vernon did to us." Harry wrapped his arms around his now sobbing sister, removing the book from her hands. She didn't protest, instead curling into his side and hiding her face on Harry's shoulder.

"It'll be okay, Mea. Remember, you blasted him off me before he could go too far and when he went for you, you sterilized him." Harry ran his hands down his sister's back, wishing they could drop the glamours and relax. The fact they had light glamours up, only hiding the bruises helped, but it wasn't enough to reassure each other.

"I know," Mea sobbed, "But what if-?"

"It'll be okay. I think we should stop until we know more about the daemon types themselves. If we know, we can plan for the reaction if nothing else, okay?"

"Okay."

"Fred! George!" Mea hid a wince with practiced ease, and Harry stepped slightly in front of her. Mrs. Weasley was loud on a good day, anxious and annoyed she was practically half banshee. Mea often said they should have dyed her hair black and spelled her eyes purple-then she would be full banshee.

"Molly, we need to talk to you before we leave with the twins and the boys." Sirius brushed past Mea and Harry, ruffling the formers already crazy hair. Remus smiled at them as he followed Sirius, leaving them standing alone at the foot of the stairs.

"Hey, you two come on up!" Mea jumped and looked up, eyes wide in fear, Fred was hanging over the railing three floors above them grinning. Harry ran a hand down Mea's back as he forced a laugh and waved up at Fred.

The red head disappeared and Mea turned to Harry, trembling slightly from the adrenalin rush, "He startled me. I thought it was Ron."

"I know what you mean. Come on, if we take too long they'll come down here."

Harry tugged Mea up the first flight of stairs; they raced up the second, and waved at an amused Charlie and laughing Bill on the third. Harry, having learned form past visits, knocked on the door before he pushed it open and launched himself at one of the twins. George laughed and caught him, returning the hug.

Mea stayed in the doorway, smiling as the twins mock fawned over the Boy-Who-Lived. She stayed quiet as she settled onto their bed amidst the clothes and the books. She absently noticed the scorched articles of clothing and singed sheets. Must have been a faulty burner or something.

She jumped when someone tossed an arm around her, "Hey there little lion. Keepin' your brother in line?"

Mea smiled at Fred wrapping her arms around him in a loose hug, "'Course, Gred."

Fred laughed as George tossed Harry onto the bed, "We've got a few more things to pack."

"We can see that." Harry and Mea muttered in unison, eyeing the various piles of clothing around the room.

Fred followed their gazes, "Oh, that's just a glamour, keeps Mum and Ronnikins out of here. I just have to say that our 'Mischief is managed'."

"Well said, my twin." George said as the piles of clothes faded, potions stains on the walls disappeared, and the bubbling cauldron in the corner emptied. Harry and Mea shared a look; the older twins had voice release glamour over their room. That might come in handy to know how to do. Maybe they would ask later.

"It's so clean." Charlie said, leaning against the doorframe. The twins waved him off as they tossed the last of their potions ingredients into one of the three open trunks.

Charlie laughed as he continued on downstairs. Mr. Weasley came up a few minutes later to float the trunks down.

"Tired yet? Mea asked, snuggling into to Harry's side. Her glamour wavered as Harry's did. It was late-almost midnight. Everyone was still awake downstairs, though. They couldn't risk someone seeing under the glamours before they were ready. "I am."

"Too tired to read with me, Mea?" Harry asked amused, "We should drop the glamours. I need to check your leg again anyway."

Mea shook her head as she began to layer wards over the door, "Everyone is still awake. There's a chance that the twins will burst in like they did when we were talking earlier. We can check on my leg and your hand in the morning. We can lessen the power behind them, though. This room is dim, we should be okay."

"Fine, fine." Harry said, allowing half the glamour to drop, "You go grab our books."

Mea grabbed the book and settled next to her brother, letting her hold over his glamour slip as he did with hers, "We need to get though Ignis and Flyte tonight, or at least try. Do you want 'The Daemons are Coming', or 'Daemons Bonds and Other Information'?"

"The Daemons are Coming.' Lets start with Flyte." Harry said, grabbing to book before Mea could open it. He grinned at her pout, "I'll let you read about the Ignis daemon. Don't worry."

"Flyte are Air daemon. They're pretty easy going, but they have been known to have major blow-ups. They are very accepting; they don't let a past experience speak for all. Unlike a Aqua daemon, the only thing that can make them unaccepting is the murder of a bonded."

"Sounds pretty normal." Mea interjected. Harry nodded and kept reading.

"A Flyte Daemon is very quick to trust, but very guarded. But, while they might trust someone, they'll hide things from them. Should they feel frightened or afraid, this behavior will be almost unnoticeable. Things will disappear and reappear while the Daemon acts as if nothing has happened. Flyte are loyal, though- almost alarmingly so, and being betrayed can break them. Once full loyalty is given, hold tight and don't let it go. Most will never get that second chance. If you do, a third is never given. If you lose the Loyalty or Trust of a Flyte, you've lost more then you think."

"Okay, that's not that bad. Sounds like they'd make a good Hufflepuff." Mea commented, grinning at her brother. She chose not to mention that it sounded very much like Harry.

"If you end up as Flyte I'm reminding you, you said that." Harry laughed. Mea gave him a hurt look.

"Like Aqua Daemon, Flyte are clingy after abuse. Because they are so self-sacrificing, the abuse will be registered as being the Daemon's fault. Flyte put even the lowest bonds above themselves, and they, like Aqua daemon, are automatically submissive. This doesn't always apply in a mating bond, but in family and friend bonds it's very true. Within these bonds, the daemon will always defer to the more dominant in everything but safety. Flyte daemons aren't rare, but they aren't common either. They fall somewhere in between Iginis and Terra Firma and Aqua and Spirit.

"Wonderful. I hope we aren't Water or Air Daemons then. Not only are they uncommon, they'll scream to everyone one we were abused." Harry sent Mea a dark look and raised the book threateningly. She returned it with a sheepish look and motioned for him to pass her the book. She ducked when he threw it, even if it was a gentle toss, the bloody book looked like it weighted more then she did.

"There are four types of Flyte daemons," Mea read, "Phoenixes, Dragons, Sky Fae and Flytes. Both Phoenix and Dragon are fully creature."

"Hold the phone," Harry cut across. "What about Draken? Half human, half dragon. We've heard Charlie talk about them all the time, I think he wishes he was one."

"I think there are very few, this book doesn't mention them, though." Mea said, flipping to the index to check, "Yea, there's no mention of them. I would bet if we asked Charlie tomorrow we could get the info we need."

"Good point, go ahead."

"Phoenix and Dragon have the best control over the wind element, but both have been hunted to almost extinction. The current largest holding of Dragons is Romanian Reserve." Harry and Mea shared a grin as Mea continued, "Sky Fae are normally creatures, but they aren't always. The females have been known to mate with mundane or wizard males. This rarely results in a Halfling, and if it does, the child is usually left with the human male that helped bare it. More often then not, this birth also causes the female to be barren, and unable to carry another fae child."

"Seems a little harsh, to make the mother leave the child." Harry said; Mea looked at him over the book thoughtfully.

"Not really, think about it. If the race is in danger of extinction like Dragons are and a female mates with a mundane, she will not only bear a Halfling, but she could put herself in danger of being barren. That would cripple the population. To discourage it, they shun the child and the woman if it happens. I suspect if they are forced to give the child to the mundane or wizard, they stick around or visit enough to be there for everything."

"You have a good point, but if they leave the population for the male they've mated with won't that cripple the population also?"

Mea shrugged, "That's a good point also. But if we keep debating this we're never going to get to bed."

Harry laughed as Mea began to read again:

"Male Sky fae will only mate for life, they can mate with a mundane or wizard. The child will be full-blooded sky fae if this happens however."

"Wait a minute…"

"I don't even want to know how the genetics in this work. So don't ask, Harry."

"Right, moving on. Hand me the book."

Mea glared at the book as she passed it to her brother, some things in this world she didn't even want to know. One of them being the way a male would pass only its creature genes to child was one of them.

"Finally there are Flytes, fully human daemons. Like Aqua Daemon, they are nondescript-plain hair colors and just slightly paler then normal skin tone. On the other hand, they have some of the most vibrant eye colors. Some have said they even seemed to glow with power. Flyte are surprisingly vain, the daemon within the human will not let them take a five-minute shower or spend ten minutes on make-up. Many have described this as the daemon "forcing them to prepare to be perfect for their mates."

"I feel like all the girls in Gryffindor could be Daemons suddenly."

Harry snorted, "No, they're just vain. Don't worry."

Mea laughed, "No, no, think about it- Lavender-"

"Harry? Mea? Are you two still awake?"

Harry stuffed the book under the pillow on their bed as Mea hurried to take the wards on the door down. All humor was gone from her expression, only panic as the glamours wavered and they worked to hide their secret as quickly as possible.

"Yea, who's askin' though?" Harry called, pulling his panicking sister back on the bed before she could panic more. He winked at her and began to play with her hair, as if he had been for sometime. Mea huffed, but calmed slightly. Their glamours, though thinner then usual, covered the important things.

"Me and Remus. Is the door open?"

"Sure is, 'me and Remus.'" Harry joked as the door creaked open to a grinning Sirius and Remus rolling his eyes.

"We just wanted to say goodnight, cubs." Remus said.

"We're going to bed, but the twins and Charlie are still down stairs." Sirius said, "Bill was behind us, but he may have been side tracked by someone."

"Alright, good night." The twins said together, smiling at the pair as they left.

"You didn't happen to mark our page did you, Harry?" Mea asked, eyeing the open door.

"I was little panicked." The older boy muttered, pulling the book out to look over the pages.

Mea rolled her eyes and peaked out the door, she could just see the top of Bill's head, and he was indeed walking up the stairs. She said as much to Harry as she curled back up with him on the bed. Harry marked the page was looking at and hid the book.

Bill stuck his head in the door and smiled at the pair, "Night you two, see you in the morning."

"Night." Mea said quietly, giving the curse breaker a small smile. Harry echoed his sister and Bill waved the pair, continuing on up the stairs. Harry got up and looked down the stairs, no one else was coming up, so he closed the door as Mea re-layered the wards. They sat in silence for a few minutes, holding each other.

"Why don't we go ahead and move onto Ignis daemon in the morning, and just go to bed now. That was a little to close for me." Harry muttered, "Let's drop the glamours, with the door closed and the lights out the twins and Charlie should just walk by."

Mea nodded and let go of her hold over Harry's glamour as he did the same. Harry set their book on the bedside table, out of sight, but within reach. The pair curled up together, Harry wrapping his arms protectively around Mea out of habit.

They never heard Charlie creep by or the twins stick their head in the door.

"So, what've we got left?" Mea asked, waving the book at her brother.

"We've got Terra, Ignis and Aqua left." Harry said, snatching the book from Mea's hands. "And with our luck we won't get through all of them before school starts at the rate we're going."

"I know. But I'm more worried about them finding out before we're ready. Like the twins. They seem to be getting more then slightly suspicious."

"You're right. I think they're beginning to the sense the forming bond."

"You don't think they'll be mad, do you."

"I think they're going to be furious."

"I knew you were going to say that." Mea huffed, bounding over to close the door to their bedroom. "Let's read about Iginis. That's what the twins are. It might tell us how they'll deal with us…"

"This is true." Harry muttered, "Dobby!"

"Yes, Master Harry Potter Sir? How can Dobby help you and Missy Mea Potter?" Mea grimaced at her chosen title, ignoring Harry who was snickering beside her.

"Just Mea, Dobby. Please." Mea groaned, elbowing her brother half gently, "We need lunch. Do you mind getting us some?"

The small elf pulled on its ears. "Lunch being no problem for Master Harry Potter Sir and Missy Mea Potter. But Dogfather says Dobby supposed to not let yous eat up here. Dogfather says Missy Mea Potter and Master Harry Potter Sir won't eats."

"If we promise to eat what we can, will you bring us lunch?" Harry asked, Mea curling up on the couch next to him, already flipping through the book looking for their page. "We would never go back on our word, Dobby."

"Dobby is thinking that Harry Potter Sir is right and Dobby should be bringing Master Harry Potter Sir's and Missy Mea Potter's food." The small elf said, grinning toothily,"Dobby is being right back with food, he be ignoring DogFather this times."

With that the small elf popped away leaving Harry to smile evilly at his sister. "Missy Mea Potter? Really, Mea?"

"Give me a break. He started with Mistress Mea Potter Madam." The girl protested, half pouting still looking through the book. She shot up from her slouched position with a yell of triumph, holding the book up. "I found it!"

"Found what?" Someone asked. Mea squeaked, dropped the book and kicked it under the couch, as Harry spun to the door, wand raised, standing protectively in front of Mea who was pulling her wand out.

"It's just me!" Bill said, putting his hands up hurriedly, blue eyes wide and locked on Harry's wand that was pointed right at his face. Harry seemed to relax slightly when he realized it was only Bill. Mea wrapped her arms around him from behind, setting her chin on Harry's shoulder. She eyed the eldest redhead with relief, they would have been screwed if it had been Fred or George.

"Knocking would be nice, you know? Might just save your life next time, Bill." Mea muttered, shooting a half glare in Bill's direction. The older red head raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"I knocked," He said, slightly defensive, "it's just that no one answered. I figured you two weren't in here. Sirius was worried when you didn't come down for breakfast."

Harry gave Bill a sheepish look, "We actually slept through breakfast. We haven't been up all that long. We were going to go over homework, so were going to eat up here."

Bill shrugged, "That's fine. Just remember to eat this time. I'll let Remus and Sirius know." He waved them off when they both tried to apologize again. "Good reflexes, and have fun."

The door closed softly just as food popped in the room with Dobby. The small elf looked both of the twins over carefully.

"Master Harry Potter Sir and Missy Mea Potter best be eating what they can. They's far too skinny." And with that said, Dobby popped away, leaving enough food for eight people. Harry paled at the amount, and Mea look slightly green. They shared a look, picking mostly fruit and vegetables before reluctantly grabbing some chicken.

"Now." Harry said, pulling the book out from under the couch, "What page was it?"

"46. Hopefully third times the charm, right?" Mea asked, biting into an apple. "I warded the door to give us a little more warning. Try to mark our page this time."

"Says the one who kicked the book under the couch." Harry pointed out, sly grin covering his face. "Here we go:

"There are two types of Iginis or Fyre Daemon. Creatures called Phoenixes and Human Daemon hybrids called Fyends. Fyends typically come into inheritance at 17. If abused or further harmed inheritance can come as early as 15 to protect the body."

"Fawaks is a daemon. That explains so much."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Fyends have red or ginger hair, and in the right light it looks almost like fire. However, while red hair is a trademark of an Ignis, it is not always there. Another trademark is a Fyend's Eyes. When angered, the daemons eyes will bleed to crimson. The pupil will bleed away and the entire eye will turn crimson. This can happen with other emotions such as intense fear. Depending on how in control the daemon is, their eyes may only flash crimson for a short time or only go a light shade of red."

"So, we should watch the twins eyes?" Mea asked, "That would seem a little suspicious. And if we're in agreement we both think they're already majorly suspicious, so really we don't need to add to that."

"I know that. We could just watch their tempers. We know their Fyends; Siri let it slip last night. And we already knew that they had tempers, and we've been close to them for years. For Daemon instinct I'd say yes, we need to keep an eye on eye color, but for the twins personally, we just need to act normal. If we give a hint of the forming bond, they're going to be furious…"

"They're going to be furious anyway, Harry!"

"I know, I know. Now let me read. We're never going to get through this if we don't keep going. We need to finish this section and another one before dinner and we both know it."

"Fine, fine. Continue, then."

"Fyends value family and friend Bonds above all others, this means that they're very protective of the Bonded relations within theses circles and very tight lipped secret keepers. Trust in any form is held in the highest esteem for Fyend Daemons. They don't trust others very often, but they like to have others put their trust in them. The favor is almost always returned for the people that have confided in a Fyend."

"Somehow, that makes me feel even worse." Mea cut across; her plate of food now finished and forgotten on the couch next to her, on top of Harry's. She pulled the book from Harry who nodded in agreement. Dobby popped in grinned at them and took the empty dishes. He popped back in with a tea tray and cookies before either could protest or ask, making the pair smile.

"Fyends have short tempers-" Mea started.

"I told you so."

"Shut up."

"Fyends have short tempers and little to no patience with those they haven't bonded with. Fyends can hold grudges for years, and it can be incredibly easy to make the angry. If abused, Fyends can have a nasty temper, even worse then normal. They'll be louder and more outgoing to cover the abuse also. They're considered to be natural pranksters and very creative, despite their tempers. Many have been hailed as life saving inventors in the last 200 years."

"Old men." Harry put in quickly, sharing a laugh with Mea. "Anything else important?"

"Yes. It says here that Fyend Daemons tend to be more attracted to the element for which they are named then any other Daemon. Many Iginis Daemons discovered they're such because they've stuck a limb in flames or burned themselves and had no evidence of being burnt minutes afterwards. Even before the inheritance, Fyends can be attracted to fire."

"Well, I think we'll be fine. Fred and George on the other hand…"

"I don't think they're going to spontaneously combust, Harry."

"No, but that would be so cool. Do you think they would let me watch?"

"Moving on." Mea said quickly, before Harry could continue the though of watching Fred and George combust. Or asking them if they would do as such. "We need to read another section before someone comes up or remembers that we finished our work a week ago."

"I still can't believe that Bill fell for that."

"I don't think he did. I think Siri did, in fact I bet you ten sickles he did."

"You have so little faith, little sister," Harry complained. "I'll take that bet though, and raise you another ten."

"No, I'm just realistic." Mea countered as they shook on it. "Lets skip the stuff on Phoenixes, we can always ask Remus or Sirius or something. Aqua or Terra next?"

"Terra." Harry said, "Let me read and let's drop the glamours."

Both Twins shivered at the feeling of the glamour dropping, but sighed in relief as the strain on their magic lessened. Mea added several more wards on the door just to be safe as Harry pulled the book to him and flipped past as the Aqua Daemon section and straight to the Terra Daemons.

"Terras are nearly impossible to pick out in a crowd. They all share a green thumb from a very young age, but very few physical traits put them apart. Most have nondescript brown or sable hair, and bright eyes. There are two types of Terra, or Earth Daemon: Nymphs or Dryads and Phoenixes. Nymph's are usually at least partially human. After inheritance, they usually have earth colored irises- greens, browns- and a darker shade of hair if they had blonde hair before. Because Earth Daemons very rarely have anything but brunette or black hair, this change is almost always unnoticeable."

"I thought all Nymphs were female." Mea finally cut in thoughtfully.

"I think they are. I think the males are called Dryads, at least that sounds right. I could be totally wrong…"

Mea laughed, muffling her laughter with her hand when Harry glared slightly at her. She grinned back evilly and poked her twin, making her smile slightly. Five minutes and a poking war later the pair was curled back on the couch, still chuckling or giggling. Harry picked the book back up and handed it to his sister.

"Many myths say that Nymphs can "Merge" with trees or "Become" them, while this isn't entirely true, there is some truth to it. Nymphs can, for a short time become part of the tree, conversing with it or asking it to hide them. Nymphs have been known to wander through forests to converse with plants and trees, however this ability only manifests after inheritance. Before, though, Potential Earth Daemons thrive on being near and taking care of plants. Many wizard herbologists are thought to have Earth Daemon blood in them."

"I bet you forty galleons that Nev is a Nymph or Dryad, or whatever the males are, Mea." Harry said after a minute of silent thought

"I'm not taking that bet, it's a suckers bet. Suggest it to the twins after we tell them and Remus and Sirius." Mea muttered. "There's not much more, listen:

"Nymphs are normally very shy, but very loyal. They're very much like a mountain in their stubbornness, but very soft-spoken. If abused, Nymphs are even more painfully shy. Like Aqua and Flyte, they'll be clingy during bond formation also. Once someone is trusted and loyalty is held for someone by a Nymph, they're hard pressed to lose it, and an attacker will be hard pressed to get past the Daemon."

"Neville!" Harry shouted suddenly. Mea jumped and looked around wildly before whacking her brother with the book. She grumbled under her breath before turning back the words on the page.

"To outsiders, Earth Daemon are very secretive, and calmed enormously by natures presence. The purer the blood of a Nymph is, the more powerful they are."

Harry shifted as Mea closed the book, "We'll finish after dinner then read a little more on bonds. We'll have to tell them all tomorrow."

"I know," Mea said. She stared blankly at the empty fireplace, her thoughts racing through possible reactions. She and Harry jumped when the alarms she had set for the door started going off.

"What's that noise?" Harry asked, shoving the book under the couch cushion. Mea hurriedly pulled Harry's glamour up as he did the same for her. They wavered for a few seconds until the anchored. Harry worried when they took longer then usual. The sound stopped as Mea ripped wards down none to gently, "It was kind of annoying."

"I set wards, remember?" Mea whispered, "That was the alarm, someone is coming down that hall."

"Okay, then." Harry picked a textbook and essay at random from their stack on his desk, spreading them and other books all over the couch and coffee table in front of them. Mea nodded and they settled down next to each other, comparing information on their essays until there was knock on the door seconds later

"Who is it?" Harry called, already pulling his wand from his pocket. Just in case, of course.

"Remus, can I come in, you two?" The werewolf asked, sticking his head in the door.

Mea peaked over the back of the couch, "I don't know. What would you do if we say no, Professor?"

"Stand here until you say yes." The man said dryly, making Harry laugh. "And I'm not your professor anymore. Don't call me professor."

"Then by all means come in, my good man!" Mea and Harry said in unison, making Remus roll his eyes as he came in, shutting the door behind him.

"I thought you two had finished all your homework last week." Remus said, settling on the edge of the twin's bed. "That's what you told Sirius when he agreed to take you to the bank and bookstore."

"Did Siri think we still had homework to do?" Mea asked, sending a sly glance to Harry. Her twin glared back, before also turning a hopeful look to Remus.

"Yes, he did." Remus said, looking between the two, "Why?"

"Harry, I do believe you owe me twenty Sickles." Mea grinned as Harry grumbled, pulling out the correct amount and handing it over to his sister. Remus only watched the two amusedly.

"You two bet on whether or not Sirius believed your excuse?" The werewolf asked, both twins nodded, Mea counting her Sickles and Harry picking up their potions essay material.

"We figured you'd either figure it out before Dinner or ask at Dinner." Harry said, setting the parchment and book on the desk. "I bet that Sirius wouldn't fall for the excuse and Mea bet he would."

"I told you," Mea put in, standing and putting the ten silver coins in her money bag, "You have far too much faith in Sirius."

"Moving on," Remus said, standing, "Sirius wants you down for dinner, since you missed breakfast and had lunch up here doing, quote-unquote, homework."

"We'll be down in just a second, Remus. I just wanna find a pair of socks," Harry said, "These floors are cold."

"Alright. I'll met you two downstairs then." Remus said, giving the pair a bright smile as he left the room.

"Is my glamour steady?" Mea asked, tossing her brother his pair of socks. "Yours is good, if a little thin."

"Yours is fine. We won't have to worry until after ten or so. We'll have to come up before then. If our glamour fails, we run the risk of our magic crashing, then we'll be in deep shit."

"Alright then. Lets see if we can make it through dinner." Mea said. Harry grabbed her offered as they left the room, hands swinging between them. "Charlie should be here tonight, so we can ask about the Drakens."

"That's the plan."

"And they emerge at last!" Sirius said, musing Harry's hair. Mea stepped out of reach and grinned as Harry swatted away Sirius' hand. Sirius grinned and sat down next to Remus, the twins across from them. Harry and Mea sat across from each other, Mea next to Remus and Harry next to Fred. The two older Weasley's settled across from each other, Bill next to Mea who immediately began to ask about warding spells. Charlie sat next to Harry who asked about dragons and drakens.

Mea listened with half an ear to Bill as he talked, describing spells and their effects and which ones worked best when. Harry did the same with Charlie, listening and taking in the information over drakens and dragons, but he too was more then slightly distracted. Luckily neither of their conversationalists noticed.

Harry and Mea were too busy attempting to hold up their glamours, suppress instincts and keep themselves hidden, they didn't even try to avoid Fred and George's suspicious filled looks. By the end of the meal they were too tired to play nice so they made their escape. No one mentioned that the excuse of revising homework was faulty.

"So now we know about Drakens." Harry said closing their door and watching Mea layer it with wards and new spells. He shivered as he felt the glamour fall from him. "They're humans that have dragon like traits that manifest. I don't think we need to worry."

Mea hummed her agreement, motioning for Harry to drop her glamour. They're magic was getting weaker, they wouldn't be able to hold them for long periods much longer. "The spells from Bill are more taxing then the old ones. We'll have to see if they're any better. You'll have to hold some of them if we decide to keep them."

Harry nodded as he dug out their book from the couch's pillows, "Last one. Aqua daemons. Do you want to read?"

Mea shook her head as they settled into their usual positions on the couch, "Go ahead. I'll listen until you want me to read."

"Alright." Harry opened the booked, glancing one last time over at the door and pulling Mea closer. "Aqua, or water daemon are divided into three categories: Nymphs, Phoenixes and Sirens. Do we need to read about Phoenixes or can we skip that part?"

"Skip it. They're full daemons. We're not." Mea said, "We know that and we can always go back later."

"Alright. Sirens are also fully creature, but they have been known to mate with a human should the fancy strike them. The result can be humans with beautiful voices, sometimes seers and more often merpeople. Male Sirens have been known to mate more with humans then female of their kind. This is believed to be because female sirens have been known to kill the males after intercourse. Sirens do use their voices to draw in their prey, just like in Greek legends and stories. Sea Siren often prey on soldiers at sea, though they are not the only type of Siren, they are however the most common."

"Harry, I'm never letting you go sailing again." Mea said, muttering something about Veelas under her breath.

"What? I've never been sailing. Or to the ocean!"

"I'm counting the hut on the rock as sailing."

"Wait a-"

Chimes went off, making Mea jump and cutting Harry off. Harry hurriedly stuffed the book in between the couch cushions as Mea hurried to take down some of her more eyebrow raising wards. Bill had asked that she have supervision if she tired any of the more hair-raising spells, and she had. Besides, how was a spell to keep elephants or tigers from their room going to help them?

There was a knock on the door. Both Harry and Mea stared at the brown wood for several seconds before throwing hasty glamours over themselves, double-checking them quickly then pulling smiled over their faces.

Mea opens the door just as Fred raised his hand to knock again. The red headed twin gave the younger girl a searching look before pulling his brother into the room.

They settled on Harry's bed, sitting across from each other and silently staring. Fred and George looked serious, Harry and Mea refused to look them directly in the eye. Let the guilt trip begin…

"So..." Harry finally managed to squeak; he was only slightly unnerved by the twins staring. He chose not to mention their blues eye tinting red, it was definitely not a good sign for them.

"We're worried." George began.

"You two have been acting off lately," Fred added.

"And we'd like to know why." George finished firmly, giving the younger pair an unreadable look. Both pairs of twins stared at each other, Harry and Mea looking anywhere but Fred and George's eyes, red tinted eyes.

"We're fine." They said at the same time.

"There's really no need to worry," Harry said softly. He felt guilty, lying to the older pair. His instincts screamed at him to launch himself into their arms and beg forgiveness, but his human side rebelled. He shoved his instincts painfully aside, linking hands with Mea seeing as they were both overly nervous. He could feel her fighting her instincts also and wondered if the twins would feel it.

"We're just tired is all, guys." She finally said. Mea winced at the disbelieving the elder twins gave them. Her instincts were pushing her to seek their comfort, to launch herself at Fred and sob into his arm while he held her. The only thing keeping her from doing such was Harry's hand tightly linked with hers; they couldn't give themselves away. Not yet.

"You're sure?" Fred asked, voice meshing with George's. Mea and Harry nodded, attempting to give reassuring smiles to the older pair. The red heads didn't look reassured.

"Was there anything else?" Harry asked, scooting closer to George. Mea let him, sliding closer to Fred as George's nodded that, yes there was something else they wanted to talk about.

"You heard Siri and Charlie the other night when they let it slip we were Fynds. Right?" Fred asked, running a gentle hand over Mea hair. He gave the pair a slight smile when the nodded.

"Do you know that that means?" George asked, pulling Harry closer.

"You'll let me watch if you suddenly combust into flames?" Harry asked hopefully, ignoring his sisters half amused, half annoyed look. Fred laughed, and George studied him.

"How did you-?"

"Mea ordered books." Harry supplied, waving vaguely at their trunks. We read over Fyre daemons. So. Will you burst into flames randomly and can I watch?"

"Well, I certainly haven't planned on spontaneous combustion." Fred stared, thoughtful look crossing his features.

"Me either Gred," George agreed.

"We shall let you know though, Harry." Fred carried on, winking at the younger boy as he stood, giving Mea's hair one last run through with his fingers.

"If it happens. Right Gred!" George asked.

"Right Forge." Fred agreed as they both slid off the bed.

"Now, little brother, little sister," they began in their usually unison. "We bid you good night."

Mea and Harry laughed as the twins bowed and bounced from the room. Getting up and peaking out the door they called a laughter filled goodnight to the red heads.

Mea held the book as they settled back onto the couch, wards repaired and a thoughtful filled silence between them.

"I think they're figuring it out." Harry finally said.

Mea nodded, opening the book, "And we'll confirm it tomorrow."

"I know."

Mea looked up at Harry, "They're going to be so angry."

"I know."

"They're going to be furious with us."

"I know."

"And there's nothing we can do but hope they don't find out about what that bastard did to us before we could stop him." Mea eyes filled with tears as Harry tugged her closer to him.

"It'll be okay, Mea." Harry muttered, "I promise."

Mea sniffed and nodded, blinking back her tears as she turned to the words in front of her. Her voice was shaky, but Harry didn't say anything, just held her tighter and read over her shoulder.

"Sea Siren often prey on soldiers at sea, though they are not the only type of Siren, they are, however, the most common. Sirens have also been called the most cruel, as they often lead their prey in for nothing more then amusement."

"Well, were not sirens," Harry joked. "You can't sing at all."

Mea gave a weak laugh, "It is you who can't sing, Harry. You sound like a dying whale; at least I can carry some semblance of a tune. You on the other hand..."

"How mean Mea."

"I only speak the truth. Now listen:

"Water Nymphs are the least commonly recorded daemon. They are normally at least half human, unlike earthen Nymphs. They also tend to blend better with humans because they look more human. It's because there are both male and females within the species that the nymphs have not died out yet, though their numbers have dwindled. The only true sign of a water nymph is its true love for water."

"Sounds promising, but what's a true love for water? " Harry said thinking and studying his sister. "I don't really think I'll be one, I hate swimming, I have since our Aunt tried to drown me at four. But you might be one."

"Listen to the next part them we can discuss possibilities! Besides you'll be a hufflepuff Flyte. I just know it." Mea grinned at Harry before reading on, "Water nymphs, from the few recorded cases have been documented as extremely easy going, ad easily offended. They can be extremely sensitive, not only about themselves but their bonded relations also. Nymphs are clingy if abused, especially within the first few weeks of any forming bond." Mea's voice wavered, but she plowed on before Harry could take the book. "They, like air Daemon will be very unsure of themselves-if they're wanted or needed. "

Harry pulled the book from his twins fingers, "I'll finish. You listen: Nymphs have vampire level reflexes; some have even been recorded as faster. To dull this, though, they're almost never used, only during times of mating or in danger. Water daemon can be very accepting, but should something happen to themselves or family by the hands of one group or species, that group will most likely never get another chance. If a second chance is given by a water daemon, take it. For another chance will never be offered."

Mea shivered and curled closer to Harry. He wrapped an arm around and hurried to finish:

"Most water nymphs have long tempers, but they have been known to hold a grudge even longer then a Fyend and have blow ups worse then an Earth Daemon. Once they have been angered there is no placating them, they either seek the comfort of a family bonded or cool off by themselves, usually in a place they feel most comfortable."

"Does it say anything about looks for water nymphs?" Mea asked, looking over at the door. Harry nodded as Mea climbed off he bed, slowly pulling off everything but the alarm. There was no reason to keep up the wards to keep away the others; they had an excuse to be reading the book on bonds. After all, they were very close to Fred and George and they wanted to know how to act around them. Or something like that.

"Water daemons are nondescript, usually. Dark hair and eyes. They're very shy around new people and they like to fade into the back round. Most will blend into a crowd or stay out of the way given the choice."

The warning charm went off just as Harry close the book. He grinned at Mea as she quickly ended the annoying chiming and hopped back up on the bed.

"See? I do have good timing." Mea snorted as Remus stuck his head in. Harry waved at the Werewolf as he and Sirius came in, closing the door quietly behind them. Mea and Harry shared a look; even Sirius was quiet as he settled on the bed next to Remus.

"Fred and George beat you to the punch if you're worried." Mea said.

Sirius looked confused, "What punch?"

"Muggle saying, sorry Siri." Harry said, snickering. Remus gave the pair an amused look as he rolled his eyes.

"That was part of it. The other thing is that you smell different." Remus sniffed slightly. Mea thought quickly, they smelt different?

"Different how?" Harry asked carefully, nudging Mea.

"Just different. I don't really know to how to describe it. Your scent has just changed a little and I wanted to know if you knew why."

"Could be inheritance." Harry suggested. "Our birthday is tomorrow and all, so that might be it."

Remus nodded thoughtfully, sniffing again, "I suppose."

"Are you ready for inheritance cubs? You'll get a power boost." Sirius said, looking around the room. "Wasn't there another bed in here?"

Mea flushed, "There was, but Harry and I are so used to sleeping together we just asked Dobby to get rid of it."

Sirius laughed, "Of course. You two are inseparable. You were when you were tiny, too. Drove your mother crazy. When she tried to change Mea, Harry had to be sitting on the table or have James holding him so he could make sure Mea was fine."

Mea grinned evilly, "I always knew were strange Harry."

"That doesn't count as Blackmail, Mea. We were a year old!"

"That's what you think, 'Ry."

"As amusing as this is to listen to, we all need to go to bed." Remus said, dragging a protesting Sirius up. "We'll see you in the morning, cubs."

Harry smiled at Remus, "Night."

Sirius smiled and headed out the door, but Remus paused for a few seconds, Mea gave him a questioning look.

"You may want to fix the glamours your wearing, cubs." He finally said, "They're beginning to get thin."

Harry lost all color in his face as Remus left, closing the door softly behind him. Mea looked wide-eyed at the closed door. Her mouth was moving as she tried to form the words to question what had just happened. Harry looked much the same.

"What? But, why didn't he-?"

Harry shook his head at Mea, "There's no telling. Look, in the morning we'll have to be careful what we glamour. The cut on your leg is gone and my hand had healed."

Mea nodded, seeing where Harry's train of thought was going, "All that's left if the bruising on our face and arms. We don't need to glamour what's under our shirts and stuff. We could ask Remus to lay the glamours?"

Harry nodded, "That's what I was thinking."

"We'll ask in the morning." Mea agreed. "Should we wait on Bill and Charlie or do you want to go to bed?"

"You two should go to bed." Mea jumped, pulling her wand from under her pillow and pointing it at the door. Harry aimed his wand on the unknown person also, pulling his wand from his pocket. Charlie held his hands up, much like Bill had earlier that day when he startled them at lunch.

"You two have really good reflexes," Bill said, half hidden behind his brother.

Mea lowered her wand and Harry stuffed his back into his pocket, glaring at the two older boys, "You didn't knock that time. Mea's right, it'll save you life."

"The door was open!" Charlie protested.

"Remus closed it." Mea said dryly.

"I didn't say who opened it." Charlie countered, rolling his eyes. Bill snorted behind his brother. "We were going bed, we just wanted to say goodnight."

Mea laughed, "Night guys."

Harry grinned, "Night, Bill, Night Charlie."

Bill rolled his eyes, "Go to bed you two or we'll send the twins down after you."

Harry smiled and nodded, as the older pair left. He let the glamour on Mea drop as he felt his sister do the same, "Well. I guess we should go to bed then. We'll tell them tomorrow at dinner."

"I guess." Mea said, stealing Harry's glasses and setting them by hers. "We have to get contacts soon…"

Harry laughed as he pulled Mea to him. The lights went off with a wave of his hand and they curled in to the bed, pulling the blankets and pillows around each other like a nest. Neither minded breaking their midnight tradition, just this once.

Author's Note:

Well, I'm not dead…. But I am thinking about giving up my transformers fic. I'm going to look back over and it and possibly rewrite it again. I've got some of the chapter sitting on my computer, but I've yet to be happy with them, so the story may be a lost cause. Let me know what you guys think of this one, it will be continued and finished and I know this because I have everything written out for this one: plot, creature schematics, how Mea fits into everything, what happened to Ron and Hermione and Dumbles…

You'll see, but you have to read and review first. Just, don't expect chapters to be this long. They'll be long, certainly, but not 24 pages…

Anyway, until next time, happy reading!

Brighthalk

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