Magic I Psalm-lemnly Swear

Category: Harry Potter / Le Chevalier d'Eon

Rating: M

Warning: Alcohol consumption, gore, nudity, and heterosexual & homosexual content. Dumbledore bashing, Ron bashing, Ginny bashing, and Molly Weasley bashing. Good!Snape & Controlled!Malfoys

Pairing: Implied Lia/Maximillien, past d'Eon/Maximillien, and d'Eon/Harry Potter

Author's Note: I am so glad that I can finally get a story uploaded on Fanfiction! Next step: get myself a laptop! I've been working for months to get part of this story written down; most of it are little spouts of ideas that need more flesh to them bones. :3 I hope you enjoy! Reviews I will enjoy reading, and flames I will use Aguamenti to extinguish.

Disclaimer: If I had my way, Snape and Maximillien would live. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR LE CHEVALIER D'EON!

Prologue: In the Beginning Was the Word

Slowly opening blue-green eyes to the feeling of gentle rocking, the first thing he could see was a vast grayness of dense fog. As he sat up, he realized that he was in a rowboat on a gray river with no sight of the riverbanks due to the heavy fog that had set in.

"Where am I?" he thought out loud to himself. "Am I dead?"

"No," a soft but bell-like voice echoed in the air behind him. "You're not dead, but you're close."

Swiftly turning his head around, his eyes widened as strands of his dark blonde hair flew across his face.

"Lia…"

There, perched on the wooden seat behind him was his sister, Lia, ever-so clad in her favorite red gown, a graceful smile on her painted lips that reached her blue-green eyes.

"What, I don't get a hello as well?"

How his wide eyes got even wider, he didn't know, but they did when he turned his gaze to the figure sitting next to his sister. The man was wearing a purple coat over his teal waistcoat and white long-sleeve shirt, his black breeches-clad legs crossed with the right over left. His shoulder length blonde hair swayed in a seemingly non-existent wind as his sapphire blue eyes bore into him.

"Maximillien."

The name was breathed out softly in almost whisper, but it wasn't too quiet, for the man's raised eyebrow lowered and his quizzical expression changed to match that of Lia's.

"Hello d'Eon. It's been a while."

As d'Eon looked back and forth between Lia and Maximillien, many thoughts were going through his mind. Lia said that he wasn't dead, but close to it; but didn't he swear that he could feel himself slipping away in his sleep at the ripe old age of eighty-one?

"Wait." While he was happy to see the both of them, he just had to voice his question. "You said that I wasn't dead, but I could have sworn that the last thing I remembered was going to bed as an old man. So how did I-?"

"You were reincarnated," Maximillien interrupted. "We all were."

d'Eon stared at the both of them, eyes wide and speechless. Lia, Maximillien and himself had been reincarnated? With a sharp intake of breath, he clutched his head with his right hand as a headache quickly arose, allowing images ‒ no, memories ‒ to come flowing through his mind. He was a young Frenchman ‒ almost fifteen ‒ in the mid 1990's. He lived with his caretaker Becky and his only relative, his elder sister Elizabeth, as she tutored him in expected subjects such as writing, mathematics, sciences, history, politics, horsemanship, music, swordsmanship, the Psalms… and was that potions-making, wand-waving magic she was teaching him? His sister and he were traveling to the city to grocery shop when they had been hit by a car that had not stopped at the sign. The last thing he saw before darkness took over his vision was Elizabeth, pale and bloodied Elizabeth, who looked so very much like…

"Lia? Was your reincarnation Elizabeth?"

Lia smiled at him as she nodded. "Yes, I was. Ironically, our present selves are descendants of the de Beaumont family, or to be exact, my descendants."

d'Eon didn't know how many shocking revelations he could take as he had to fight the urge to gape at her like an open-mouth fish.

Maximillien, somehow knowing of his internal battle, sighed and said, "Before we found out we were related, Lia and I had a child. Except, with our duties and busy schedules that were life risking and dangerous, we were not ready to raise a child. Our solution was that we asked the midwife to adopt and raise the child as her own. She must have told the child the truth if he or she changed their surname to de Beaumont."

d'Eon slowly nodded his head, acknowledging the tidbit explanation. "Most likely the child was a boy. How else would the de Beaumont name carry on?"

After receiving slow nods from the two, there was a pregnant yet brief pause of silence that was only broken by the occasional lapping of the water hitting the boat.

Deciding to break the silence, d'Eon shifted his gaze to Maximillien. "You said that you were reincarnated, but why are you here?"

The corners of Maximillien's lips quirked up into a smirk as he said, "My present self is merely asleep. Only problem is I can relive my memories in dreams, but once I awake, they will be forgotten."

d'Eon nodded his head before once again facing Lia. "Why are the three of us here, not that I'm displeased to see you both again."

Lia had a playful look on her face seeing how flustered her little brother was getting, before the look vanished to be replaced with a more somber expression.

"We have a problem. A dark wizard in England has found a way to bring back some Poets to add to his dark forces."

The hairs on the back of d'Eon's neck stood up as he processed Lia's words. "Who? Who has he brought back?"

Lia and Maximillien briefly shifted their eyes warily at one another before looking at him. "There has been an eyewitness sighting describing Comte de Saint-Germain and his underling Caron. There have also been rumors of Robin, but presently there have been no circumstantial evidence or eyewitness accounts of him being back."

d'Eon could almost feel his stomach drop at the news. He bit down the feeling of dread creeping up on him to as the one question that needed to be asked: "What do we do?"

"It's actually more of what can YOU do?" Maximillien countered. "Lia's dead and I will forget that this encounter ever happened once I wake up, unless I somehow remember. You still have your memories, and once you wake up, you can take action against the dark wizard and the Poets."

Don't get d'Eon wrong; he'd survived being a French knight, a member of Le Secret du Roi, survived the revolution and pretended to be a woman until his dying days. Out of all these things, never had he ever felt as helpless as he did now.

Licking his suddenly chapped lips, he asked Lia, "What can I do?"

Lia gave him an apologizing look. "I'm sorry d'Eon, but in order for you to survive the accident, I'll have to inhabit your body once again."

What she told him brought d'Eon a sense of déjà vu and some concern. "Will you become vengeful like you did before?"

That brought a break of laughter to erupt from Lia's mouth as Maximillien sport a small but humorous smirk.

"Of course not, silly! This time I'll just be a voice in your head, and if you ever need me to come out, with your permission, I'll possess your body and assist you."

d'Eon nodded his head. "So all I have to do is have you attach your spirit to my body, find Maximillien's reincarnation, get to England, and somehow simultaneously defeat the dark wizard and Poets, right?"

Earning nods of approval from the two people that he cherished, he carried on in his train of thought. "So all that needs to be taken care of is the Royal Psalms. We can't have them finding…it…"d'Eon's train of thought broke when a seemingly random memory floated behind his eyes.

"Lia, I am proud to call you my sister. That was a smart move on your part."

"I know, right?" Lia quickly agreed with him, earning them both a questioning look from Maximillien. "Huh?"

"Sorry Maxi, but we can't tell you until you remember," Lia apologized to him.

Maximillien nodded to them. "I understand."

Briefly tilting his head to the side for a moment, Maximillien then looked from Lia to d'Eon. "I apologize, but it appears that I'm about to wake up soon."

Lia held a small pout but nodded her head as Maximillien gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning and scooting over to d'Eon.

"Sorry d'Eon, but it looks like you're going to have to find my reincarnation."

Maximillien snaked an arm behind and around d'Eon's waist as he was pulled closer to Maximillien. d'Eon's first reaction was to bring his hands up to rest them on Maximillien's shoulders as their chests barely touched.

"Be careful d'Eon, alright?" Maximillien urged him to promise as he brought his face lower to d'Eon's while cupping the back of his head with his free hand.

"I promise," he whispered as he tilted his head up so his lips met with Maximillien's.

Despite living the rest of his previous life as a woman, he had never kissed, nor been with anyone else after Maximillien. to feel those not-too-firm and familiar lips upon his once more made d'Eon temporarily forget the dangers that he was to face once he woke from his brief coma…and that they had someone amusingly watching them. When it felt like d'Eon's chest was about to burst, an amused cough broke the tantalizing moment as he and Maximillien broke apart and stared at Lia, who wore an amused expression on her face.

"You two done having your moment?" she asked playfully as d'Eon's cheeks flushed lightly.

"Almost," Maximillien responded as he brought his lips close to d'Eon's ear.

"I'll give you some hints to make it easier to find me," he whispered as a shiver ran down d'Eon's spine. "I am an almost fifteen year old English wizard."

As he pulled away, d'Eon quickly processed his words. He lived in England, was also a wizard, and was about the same age as HIS reincarnation!

Maximillien gave him a soft peck on the cheek as he slowly stood up from where he was sitting. "I wish you both the best of luck. Word of advice: don't trust lemon-sucking old goats, a red-haired harpy and her two youngest hatchlings."

And with those cryptic words hanging in the air, he vanished with a soft smile.

d'Eon turned to his older sister, but all she did was shrug her shoulders. "We shall know in due time what his words mean," she said as she turned her eyes to him.

The air grew cold and Lia suddenly started to scoot closer to him. "We must hurry, or else you will never wake up."

d'Eon's demeanor grew serious as he turned his body to face Lia. "What must I do?"

"Do what I do," was all she said as she faced her body towards him, her knees, calves and feet resting on the boat's floor.

d'Eon got off his backside as he mirrored his body to that of his sister's. the moment he was fully facing her, she grabbed both of his hands with hers and brought them to the height of their chests equally between their bodies, her long and delicate fingers intertwined with his equally long but firm fingers. He looked up to meet Lia's eyes, the same color as his own.

"Do you remember the first Psalm we used?" she asked him.

d'Eon turned his gaze inward as he searched through his old memories to look for the Psalm. He soon found it.

"The Psalm of Vengeance?" he quizzically asked her.

She slowly nodded her head. "It's only fitting for our situation, is it not?"

Seeing the confused look his face, she further explained. "That dark wizard has the nerve to bring back the enemies that we rightfully vanquished. It's only fitting to bring them retribution, no?

d'Eon could not help but agree with her. "You're right. Why did he do it, and what will he gain by doing it?"

They stared at one another, fingers intertwined as their eyes conveyed the same thing: determination, and the promise of retribution.

Lia broke the silence.

"Shall we begin?"

Without pause, they began, their two voices seemingly merged into one as they closed their eyes and rested their foreheads on the other's.

"Have mercy upon me

I am weary with my groaning

My soul is filled with grief of all mine enemies

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul

He hath made me dwell in darkness

As those that have been long dead"

Eyes closed, they could feel the fog start to circle them from a nonexistent wind, their voices ringing through the air with power.

"Put them in fear, Oh Lord

That the nations will know themselves

To be but men

In the beginning was the word

Deliver my soul

The Lord brings my soul out of trouble

He cuts off mine enemies and

Destroys all those whom afflict my soul

In the name of that truth and loyalty,

I shall take my vengeance."

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