Title: Taking What's Mine
Author: knightkitten
Beta: Mabel Stanley
Authors note:
This chapter may be ridden with plot holes and spelling and grammar mistakes. InsaneWelshAngel agreed to edit for me while Mabel was away, but I didn't have the heart to pile it on top of her/
Oh and you may want to go back and reread the very beginning of the prologue. It's been changed and I'm not sure whether that change will affect anything in the story.
This chapter will most likely be added too at a later date, as I'm not satisfied with what's gone on!
Blaise smirked at the King as Greg and Vince held him back. Glancing around the room he was satisfied that everyone had been properly subdued. Theo was standing near a bleeding Sirius Black and to his left was Draco. He was holding the prince to his chest, bridal style and Blaise could see a large blood stain blooming across the little heir's stomach. Draco made his way over to him, smirking.
'I thought you said no one was to hurt him?' Blaise goaded, noticing the sudden pause in struggling at the appearance of the prince. The room was silent in preparation for Draco's reply.
'Idiot, I didn't touch him. I just chased him into the castle,' Draco sneered at all the spectators.
'Chased him? Last I saw he was dangling from the tower window,' a bushy haired girl to Blaise's left made a distressed sound in her throat. He leered at her menacingly and turned back to Draco.
'Yes well, one minute he's there, the next he's running across the bloody grounds,' Draco grumbled and Blaise was heartened to know he wasn't the only one troubled by the prince's antics.
A light groan grasped his attention quickly and Blaise glanced down sharply to see the prince's eyelids fluttering.
'He's waking up already,' Blaise observed dispassionately. Draco gave him a well concealed look of annoyance, before shifting the prince in his arms carefully.
'I'm going to get him back to camp. Severus can treat his wounds. You guys get out of here. I don't care what you do, just make sure they're all back before sunrise. We're heading off then,' Blaise nodded.
Oliver glanced over the banister, careful not to alert anyone of his presence. A burning fury burned in the hollow of his belly and he couldn't wait to diffuse it. Preferably on the blonde brat who had his hands all over his fiancé! The Blonde leader and what appeared to be his second in command were talking in hushed voices, as various struggles were restrained through out the room. A large number of the guests had fled, but he could see a good deal of the guards and some of the more resilient lords, and even ladies, scattered about the room. He briefly wondered where the other two thirds of Sirius' forces were, but this line of thought disappeared at the blonde's next motions.
He had pulled his wand out and was now supporting Harry with just one arm. Oliver didn't know what kind of spell the blonde was going to use, but it probably wasn't going to be good for them. Not wasting a second, not event to stop and think, Oliver launched himself over the banister of the stairs. He landed neatly and charged forwards, ignoring the numerous spells flying his way, trying to stop his progress.
'Expeliarmus!' Oliver cried, his wand pointed at the leader of the rogues. The spell hit just as the exact same spell struck Oliver from behind. Both of their wands flew from there hands and for a brief panicked moment, he thought that Harry had been dropped. The blonde steadied his burden however and spun to glare at Oliver, passing the small prince to his second and drawing a pair of scimitars.
Oliver hastily drew his own sword and glared fiercely. None of the surrounding adversaries intervened, for which Oliver was supremely grateful.
'You're brave boy. Do you honestly expect to beat me, though?' Oliver bristled at being referred to as a boy by someone younger than him. He soon realized he was being played however as the blonde smirked at his indignation.
'You can stop trying to rile me up,' Oliver dissuaded quietly. A slight raise of his opponent's eyebrows was all the acknowledgement offered.
'What is your name?' Oliver's adversary asked as they began to circle carefully.
'What importance does it pose to you, thief?'
'I need to know what name to have carved into your tombstone,' the blonde sneered, raising his twin scimitars and charging at Oliver expertly.
He was pressed against a warm body. A heart beat thumped at his ear methodically and a slight breath blew a stray strand of hair into his face. Harry peaked out of one eye, quickly surveying the situation around him so that no one would notice his gain in awareness. Glancing up, he finally registered the person holding him. Blaise was avidly focused on something in front of the two of them. Rolling his head subtly, he followed the older boy's line of sight and caught site of Oliver fighting ferociously with the blonde thief. For the first time ever he found himself impressed by the older boy. Oliver was beating the blonde back, who, from Harry's limited experience, looked rather talented himself. Harry had never heard of Oliver's obvious prowess with a sword.
He felt Blaise moving and quickly closed his eyes. The deed had been done however. Blaise had spotted his captive's sudden wakefulness and dropped him onto his own feet, wrapping an arm around him to keep his arms pinned and using the other arm to block any sound from escaping from his younger captive. Harry wiggled under the older boys' firm grip, struggling to loosen the others hold, if only enough to be able to strike out. Blaise held fast however and the only indication he gave acknowledging the younger boys bid for freedom, was the slight satisfied smirk on his face at Harry's helplessness.
Harry soon gave up, his attention caught once again by the wild clashing of sword's. Oliver was expertly parrying now, clashing at the blonde so that his struggle to defend was apparent. In a last ditch attempt at a win, the thief caught Oliver's next strike. Pushing the taller male's blade to the side with his own, he locked the two blades at the hilt and swung a fist at Oliver's face. Even Harry, who wasn't even mildly educated in the rules of swordplay, had to start slightly at the foul play behind the move. Not once had he encountered as desperate a move. But then, he had never witnessed a real sword fight. Merely practices or tournaments, at the most.
Glancing up at Blaise, trying to gauge the older boys' reaction, he wasn't in the least bit surprised to find an amused smirk firmly in place. Oliver had recovered from the blow and was slashing at his opponent with more vigor than ever. Harry was momentarily concerned that his fiancé would lose his head, but when he watched the tall male's face closely he only saw a clear clarity and grim determination.
The doors of the Entrance Hall suddenly blasted off there hinges, falling to the ground with twin dull thumps; kicking up dust and rubble from the where the hinges had torn away from the walls. Harry had to hold back a small grin as Fred and George appeared through the dust, the last fraction of Teliot guards appearing as the grit screen settled. The twins had identical smirks on their faces and Harry didn't bother trying to stop himself from shaking his head as Fred caught his eye. The twins sure had a flair for dramatics. The hall suddenly came too life again. The Rogue's were smart enough too concede defeat. They were outnumbered three to one and the Teliot forces were rapidly cornering them, and quickly.
Only then did Harry realize his predicament. Blaise was still holding him to his chest, standing in the centre of the semi-circle his comrades had made, the open end of the ranks defended by the wall under the balcony overhanging from the second floor. The double set of stair cases on either side of them, gave the guards height advantage as they scaled them, aiming there wands at, and over the top of, the surrounded intruders. For a moment, Harry was under the impression that he would be caught in the fray. But this thought was quickly banished as Sirius took charge of his men, holding up an arm to stop all action. Silence fell and Sirius centered his attention on Blaise, Harry and the Blonde who had appeared next to them moments beforehand.
'A plan right about now would be good, Draco,' Blaise muttered out the corner of his mouth. Harry had to suppress a laugh as Draco made an exasperated noise of agreement as a reply.
'We don't really have a lot of options, do we?' Draco growled under his breath, his eyes darting back and forth, looking for an escape.
'Well this has certainly got interesting, hasn't it?' Harry chirped brightly. Draco and Blaise glared at him fiercely, the latter's hold tightening uncomfortably...
Harry's father had appeared during their dialogue and he was glaring fiercely at Blaise, his wand in one hand, sword in the other.
'Kindly release my son, before I'm forced to make you!' James cried and Harry had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Fred and George weren't the only overly dramatic ones. He did however glance up. Ron was at the top of the steps, almost directly above Harry. Without anyone's notice, he glanced purposefully at the line of rogues blocking him from escape. His best friend looked confused for a moment, but then his eyes widened in comprehension and he nodded to Harry.
Meanwhile, Blaise was replying to the Kings demand, a cocky grin firmly in face.
'I don't think so, your highness. You see, while we have the little princeling, we have the status quo.' Just as he finished his sentence Harry nodded at Ron and the two spun into action. Harry concentrated; scrunching his eyes closed carefully, a serene look coming over his face. A split second later, the expression was gone, caught only by sharp blue eyes. Blaise cried out in shock as a red head came soaring over his head, bowling through the line of thieves, the little prince right behind him. They ran free of any spells that may have been sent their way, finding refuge in the ranks of the Teliot guards.
Harry allowed his father to scoop him into his arms, knowing it was better to let the man have his way. From the protection of his father's arms, he could see Sirius smirking smugly at the Rogue's. It was obvious by now that they could not apparate, the wards around the castle blocking any attempts. So it was quite the surprise, when, almost simultaneously, every one of the fifty or so intruders pulled out necklaces from there tunics and disappeared with a tap of their wand and a muttered word.
Sirius cursed and began yelling orders.
'Double the guard around the castle. All members of castle staff are to face interrogation. Someone get me names! I want the names of every damn person who has ever...' Sirius was bellowing orders as he crossed the hall, and people were scrambling to follow his orders. A few of the less familiar guests were shooting Harry's godfather questioning looks, their eyes darting between him and the King. Harry supposed they were confused as to why it was the Head of the Guards taking charge and not the king. He smiled, not caring.
Harry stared into the dark flames as they licked at the sides of the fireplace. Security had tightened considerably after the 'Ball Debacle' as the gossiping ladies of the court had come to call it. He wasn't even allowed to walk the corridors without the shadow of a guard at the very least. Sometimes it was all right. Fred and George were always assigned as a pair, and they new, from there years with Harry as children, how to cheer him up. Ron was more often than not with him as well. But even he needed time away from the castle, with his family.
Despite the Weasley's greatest efforts, he couldn't dispel the gradually growing hole of despair in his chest. He knew how sheltered his life had been, but he had always had one thing, despite the stifling presence of his overprotective family and friends and the lingering effect of his disease. His privacy. Now even that was being compromised. Everything was closing in around him: Guards, Wedding Plans and the occasional pain in his chest from the wound Cho had inflicted upon him. It was only now he was able to think about Cho's attack too. He couldn't understand what provoked it.
He allowed his mind too puzzle on this, choosing to ignore his other problems for the time being. So caught up in his musings he became, he didn't even notice as Oliver slipped into the room.
Oliver nodded to stern faced guards as he slipped past, smiling fondly at the sight that met him. Harry sat curled in front of the fire, a small frown in his eyes, and a pout on his lips. Oliver wondered how the glow of motherhood would enhance the emerald eyed angel's countenance.
'I will soon find out,' Oliver thought, even as a smirk came to his lips and his hand just happened to slip over the cup of tea at the prince's side.
'Oliver! I didn't see you there,' A flash of something that Oliver didn't like at all appeared in the small boys eyes, just as quickly disappearing. Oliver lent over and kissed Harry on the forehead chastely, ignoring theflash in favor of looking out the corner of his eyes, watching the green of the potion swirl into brown.
He watched as the blonde boy stormed past and into his tent, not even bothering to acknowledge anyone elses presence. Blaise followed at a more dejected pace, stopping to the side of him.
'So, where is he?' Blaise looked up and glared at him through his fringe, 'Idiot! Security is going to be tighter than ever!'
'I know that! But we have an even bigger problem to deal with,' Blaise looked up and glared, raising his voice in a rare display of anger.
'Oh? And what could possibly incur the lord's wraith more than you already have?'
'You forget, Potion's Master. Draco is our only leader. We answer to no other,'
'Be that as it may, the lord doesn't have to hold command over you to inflict due punishment for your failure. Now, what is this little problem you seem so concerned about?' Snape purred smugly at the boy.
'First, tell me of the lord's intentions for the prince. My information may or may not affect him,' Blaise glared at him stubbornly, refusing to hand over the information easily. Severus growled low in his throat, but the boy didn't budge.
'I do not know of the lord's intentions nor do I care. I will relay the information just the same,'
'The prince is getting married…' Blaise smirked smugly. Severus blanched; he had an idea of what the Lord wanted with Prince Hartonny and he knew the lord wouldn't be happy with this new development.
Authors note:
Harry: Why do I have to marry anyone?
KK: Because, you need a big strong man for protection!
Harry: Excuse me?
Draco: Who needs marriage (grabs Harry and starts snogging him)
KK: Oh, behave (whacks them with rolled up newspaper)
Harry: ow!
Draco: or what?
KK: Harry will become mysteriously pregnant
MS: and she means it!
Harry: NOOOOOOOOOO
Draco: that'll stop Harry, but I don't particularly care
KK: You will when he gets too big too have sex, Draco dearest!
Draco: No!
MS: Hahahahahaha
Draco: shut up Mabel
MS: No, and learn to use proper punctuation
KK: huh?
MS: Punctuation... you know... something I always fix up for you!
KK: oh yeah...heh heh, oops!
MS: mostly it's just the there, they're and their's and to, two and too's
KK: …Shut up. Oh and Mabel?
MS: You've got that look! What have you done?
KK: Startedanewstory
MS: Excuse me? Slowly please!
KK: I started a new story :toes ground and looks at feet:
MS: YOU WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
