Serpentine – Maesaeloli, si Aestaesaur Kaes

A lithe form relaxed gently against the couch he rested upon. His fiery emerald eyes scanned the group that chose to surround him while two people sat on his either side. The room was drowned in silence; it was tense. The only body at ease was the one centerfold of the couch. He smiled charmingly; disgustingly so. However, the smile released the tension building up in the room and the group seemed to breathe easier. He flipped his hair from his pallid face and reached out, grabbing the glass of red wine that appeared from thin air. He brought the red substance to his lips and took a light sip, still staring at the group sans the two at his sides. He knew them; he knew them by heart. He loved them both equally; he didn't need to examine them. One stayed by his side due to pure force and never left his sight. The other, the girl, stayed beside the men by choice, choosing to be with her beloved. His emeralds glanced around once more before the lids slid closed over them.

"Hello," he said, his voice smooth and seductive without meaning to. He opened his eyes once more and they were a flaming red; he had dropped the Glamour held on his eyes. "Hello," he breathed softly, examining them once more for extra measure. The one in the front, the lone female of the group of four, fell to one knee, bowing her head deeply as she addressed the black haired man drinking wine.

"Lord Potter-Riddle-Lovegood," she said softly. The other three men followed her and repeated the same greeting before the woman continued speaking. "Too long has it been since we last met."

"Too long indeed," the red eyed boy snorted before sipping his wine. "Well, Paes," he said, staring over the rim of his glass at the girl, "what have you come for? I do not permit Realm Travel lightly, as you should know."

"Yes, of course, Milord," Paes whispered, her voice shaking. With her head bowed, she continued, "Your world, this place you now control… It has reached ears of our Elders."

"Ah," the 'Lord' spoke gently. He set his glass down gently in front of his and watched it float in midair. "Ah," he repeated breathlessly. He took the glass and brought it to his lips, draining the last of the crimson liquid.

"Milord?" Paes whispered.

"Hush," was the answer she received, "I do not believe you had permission to speak once more." Paes bowed her head deeply and the other three remained in their submissive positions.

"Harry," whispered the girl beside the red eyed boy.

Harry looked over in shock, "Yes, Luna Love?" he asked carefully; she was manipulative.

"What's going on?" she demanded softly.

Harry refilled his wine glass with a flick of his wrist. He brought it to his lips and sipped it gently, closing his eyes. "On the horizon. I see it."

"Yes, 'Arry?" the boy on Harry's other side urged.

"Ellil, Love, sh," Harry whispered softly, taking another sip of his wine. "A red sunrise. The light shows us what we have done… There is only the stench of death and hate around; everyone is dead. There are no survivors. We have all perished."

Paes gasped but said nothing.

"Paer," Harry ordered, "speak."

The man to the left of Paes nodded and spoke. "What Lord Potter-Riddle-Lovegood sees is one of two possible outcomes; he sees the one most likely to happen."

"Yes, but why?" Ellil wailed. "Parn, answer." The man behind Paes nodded.

"Each type of wine holds a special power towards the elves, Master Potter, Lord Potter-Riddle-Lovegood, Lady Potter-Lovegood." Parn shrugged; he knew no more.

"Per," Luna ordered the last remaining man.

"Red wine shows the elf the highest chance outcome, white wine shows the best but least likely outcome, and Elf-Mead Wine shows how the visions differ, Milord, Milady, Young Master."

Harry stood, the glass flying into the wall, shattering. The red liquid rolling down the wall looked like blood and the other six shuddered at the anger radiating off of the Elf Lord. "Elli, Lune, come. You four," he looked down at Paes, Paer, Parn, and Per (Dream, Deep, Dawn, and Dusk), "Leave me. DO what you will, do not return to Si Jhol'm Pael, under any circumstances, lest your consequences be dire." Paer nodded hastily and the four dispersed. Harry snapped and his house elf, Leonard, appeared in a crack of magic.

"What is Leonard be doing for Masters?" he asked. Harry sighed.

"Have Tobias, Father, and the stupid 'Inner Circle' meet Elli, Lune, and myself in the afternoon tea room. Tell them all they need bring is themselves." The elf nodded and cracked away and Harry snapped again, revealing his second elf of a staff of twenty, Touketsu.

"What is Touketsu being doing for Master Harry?" he asked.

"Fetch me my Dragon, my Flower, my Flame, and my Nymph, would you please?" Harry requested. "Send them to the afternoon tea room." Touketsu nodded his affirmative and cracked out like Leonard. Harry held out his arms and the other two latched onto them and they began making their way towards the afternoon tea room. When they finally reached the room, everyone was there and the House Elves were waiting to report. Harry motioned for his two lovers, one his mate and the other his twin, to take their seats.

"Touketsu is being bringing the persons requested by Master Harry, sire," Touketsu said. Harry nodded and waved his wand gently, conjuring an apple. He tossed it to Touketsu.

"Good, you've done excellent, as expected Touketsu. Now off with you," Harry ordered. Touketsu nodded and vanished but not before a joyful sob was heard.

"And I is brought the wizzies Master be asking for," Leonard announced proudly. He received an apple and a fond 'off with you' and left like Touketsu. Harry turned with a flourish and faced all of the assembled, his mid back length black hair fluttering around him.

"Harry," Avery began, "what-"

"Do not speak," Harry hissed as he conjured some white wine. He tipped the glass back and took it all in. He closed his eyes. "Victory has been accomplished. Minor casualties, none that I cannot replace. There is but one that cannot be replaced and the murdered got away. We shall track him and take his life as he took… My beloved's life…" The glass fell to the ground and shattered and Harry's eyes flashed open, the rubies darting face to face, finally resting on the face that would forever be lost to him were the 'good' outcome to happen. Percifuld Avery blinked in worry at Harry's hard gaze.

Ellil and Luna followed his gaze and the latter's eyes narrowed as she noted who would be lost that was irreplaceable.

"Harry," Luna whispered. "Shi tal taji air syl (We can make it through)."

"Bai! Ai shyl's jhyri tia lali (No! I won't lose my Uncle)!" Harry snarled back. Avery's eyes widened.

"M… Me?" he whispered in shock. "I'm your 'beloved'?"

"You are my UNCLE!" Harry cried. "My Godfather no less! Of course you are! Despite Lune, Elli, Father, Tobias, 'Mione, everyone, Uncle… Uncle… Uncle is the one being I am not willing to sacrifice…"

"Oh, Silim," Avery whispered. "Silim, Ai mar baelaes, aelaes jhaeli si (White Light, I shall never, ever leave thee)." He did not move to hug Silim, the White Light. He could not. He would not touch the Elf Lord. He would not lay a finger on him unless he wished it; his authority was proved when he ordered Avery to be silent.

Harry pressed a palm to his forehead. "War is coming. War, war, war, war, war, war, ShAS!" He hissed, falling to his knees. "Shas, shas, shas air tystol."

"'Arry?" Ellil whispered.

Harry watched as his hands shook as adrenaline shot through his body like a drug. "War is coming. Shas air tystol. And there's nothing we can do to stop her. She is coming and she will consume us all." He looked up, grinning manically. "And we. Will. Win."