Hey! Welcome to my new fic-Belated Payment! It's another Colin/Miles bit. This story is of course, AU..as in Colin lives ..in everything I feature him in-major character or not. So, this will have some detailed mature content as it progresses...you'll see when I post further ahead. (On my account of - my username is WolfSpirit1992-and the 'less explicit-but still descriptive' sex scenes will be there..for those who don't want detail that is WAY over the top. Some are just like that...but for those who LOVE explicit material...feel free to stay here.)

There will be mentioning of m/m relationships, so if that's not your thing...please find another story elsewhere.

I'm doing the best I can to make sure some terminology and speech, etc , coincides with the place mentioned...I'm not from there, so at least I put forth effort to make it seem better, ya know? If I still make blunders...either let me know or just use your imagination. I am not enforcing stereotypes in any way...this is only a story.

A/N and Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, it belongs to J.K. Rowling. The plot is mine. Any mistakes-grammatical/spelling/punctuation...is my own and any corrections are great! Anyway, welcome to my new Colin/Miles fic and enjoy!

Chapter One-Disbelieving Bargain

~Ireland, County Limerick, one summer night in 1964.~

It was a late Saturday night as a young man of seventeen was traipsing along a dirt road, heading home after a rowdy party was broken up by the authorities. He was also a wee bit tipsy, so to avoid being locked up and spare himself of his father's wrath, he snuck out through the woods.

'By the grace o' God, that was a close one. Dad would've had me arse if the coppers got a hold o' me.' Thankfully, he wasn't blitzed enough to not be able to walk upright. The full moon's light cast its silver rays down the worn path as he continued forth.

'Only a kilometer to go..'

A few paces to his right in the forest, a dark figure watched his every move, a twisted smile stretching across his lips. He held his wand tightly in his grasp, anticipating his next kill. Unbeknownst to this oblivious teenager and most likely, everyone in his village, the man in question was an escaped serial killer by the name of Oswald Balthazar. He's been on the run for months. Balthazar had twelve confirmed kills...mostly wizarding and the rest, muggle. He had no reason, it's for his own insane pleasure. And this boy would soon make thirteen.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity, he stalked through the trees and brush, careful not to make a sound. The teen kept walking only to stumble over a rock. Cursing in Irish, he kicked the medium-sized stone off the beaten path, only to hear it knock against something and a pained grunt was heard.

"What the devil was that?" he muttered aloud to no one, squinting to see where that noise came from. He wasn't stupid, someone was out there...with him. Unnerved, the boy called "Who's out there?! Why are ya followin' me? Come out!" He wished he never said that, seeing a middle-aged man with a crazed face grinning at him, twirling a stick.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here? A pretty boy all lonesome in the dark, scary forest...oh whatever shall he do?" His voice grated on the teen like nails on a chalkboard.

Backing away, he shouted "Go fuck yourself, ya loony bastard!" before he hightailed it down the road.

''Yay! A game of cat and mouse!" Balthazar cackled gleefully as he barreled after the boy, throwing a hex. Not even thirty feet away, he felt a stinging pain strike his back, sending him to the ground.

'What the...what was that?..my back! Ouch!' he winced as he gingerly touched the middle of his spine, moving himself to a sitting position. He gasped as the lunatic gazed at him, creeping closer. The teen tried scrambling away but it was of no use. Balthazar shouted a word that sounded close to 'incarceration' and ropes shot out of his stick, binding his body.

Fearfully, he thrashed about, hoping to break free of the ropes.

''Tsk..tsk..nice try, little boy." Grabbing his face, he whispered "You'll make a perfect addition to my collection. What shall I cut out first...your beautiful eyes...or your tongue?"

The teen's eyes widened in terror as the tip of the man's stick turned into a blade, moving closer towards his face. All of a sudden, a blast of green light hit his assailant and he toppled over, unmoving. His eyes, unblinking. Maneuvering his bound feet, the boy nudged the still form, getting no response.

'Christ, this man is dead!'

Footsteps approached him quickly. Not knowing whether to feel relieved or frightened, he stared as the figure came closer...a light shining his surroundings. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that it was indeed a man about his age...maybe a year or two older than himself at the most. He had shoulder-length red hair and green eyes that were illuminated from the light. The stranger was also carrying a stick.

'What is it with these guys and their bloody sticks?'

The man muttered something he couldn't identify and the rope disappeared. The slight pain from the former remained.

Rising to his feet, the teen faced him apprehensively. "Thanks for savin' me."

The man nodded, taking the chance to eye him up an down. 'Interesting.'

Feeling the awkward silence, he continued "Uh, I'm Sullivan Creevey...w-what's your name?"

"Alastair Bletchley."

Sullivan lightly smiled, nervously. "You're an Englishman. What are ya doin' over in Ireland? Other than saving me life?"

Glancing at the fallen form, he replied "That man over there, he is a convicted serial killer where I'm from. His name is Oswald Balthazar. He escaped from prison long ago and no one's managed to have caught him until now. I've been tracking him for months...why he chose here, I have no idea."

"So, are you like some kind of copper?"

"Sort of. Actually, he wronged my family and I just exacted my revenge." Alastair responded rather bluntly.

Tilting his head in surprise, he returned "I guess I can't blame ya there. I would've done the same. Again, thanks for saving me. I dunno how I can repay ya."

Bletchley raised an eyebrow, smirking "There is something you can do."

"Oh? What would that be?"

"You can repay me with the first magical male child your line will have in years to come."

Creevey stared at him for the longest time, before he cracked up laughing. "Sure, my good man. Alright, I'll give you whomever is the first to have 'magical powers' in family."

"We're in agreement, then." He extended a gloved hand to the blonde who took it in a friendly manner.

A flash of warm, red and white light encircled their hands...vanishing as quickly as it arrived. Sullivan withdrew his hand, turning it from front to back, wondering where that beam came from.

"Goodnight, Sullivan Creevey. I'll be taking...this.." he pointed at the corpse "...and be on my way."

"See you...and may God bring ya luck with that."

Bletchley knelt beside the body and with a wave of his wand, they vanished, leaving Sullivan all alone on the dirt road.

'First magical male child in my line? In years to come? I think someone's been imbibin' a little too much o' the whiskey. That's stuff's magical in itself. Was he at the party and I just didn't see 'im? Or maybe I drank more than I thought? Aye, this has been one hell o' a night..'

Glancing at his watch, he saw it was past midnight. 'Fuck, I need to get home! Hopefully, Dad is still asleep.'

What you think? Chapter two is next!