Pain. Agony running through every vein of his body, like his bones melted away and turned his veins into acid.

That was what Theo Nott could describe the cruciatus curse as. He had enough times to know the sting of the curse hitting his body, the complete and utter lack of control it brought. How the pain never ended, even when unconsciousness met him. He could tell you about the way his body twitched for days later, that sometimes the after shocks were worse than the actual curse.

This time, it was worse. He had never been held under the curse for so long, but then again, he'd never seen his father so angry. He had presented human, even theo had known he wouldn't but he couldn't tell his father that. His mother was a Draconi, he knew at best he would be a halfling, maybe even get lucky and be considered a dragimi.

Then the council would be able to take him away, like he wished every night they would.

But he would never be that lucky, because he didn't even know what he was. When his father had tested his blood with the potion the man had brewed himself, his face had gone a interesting shade of white. Normally, theo would have had the foresight to run, far far away, but instead he had stood there and tried to get a glance at the potion, praying to see the black and silver flecks.

He was met with a crucio.

Theo had never been locked in his room before, he'd always been aloud to roam around the house, so long as he stayed far away from his father and his new family. The Nott head had gotten a new wife the moment his old died, theos mother having died in child birth of the second child. Unlike theos birth, anthony Nott had demanded to be in the room, and had seen his wifes creature before she took her last breath.

The pureblooded man had been disgusted.

The sound of the door made theo flinch, wondering who exactly could be coming. The house elves just popped in and out of the room, and his father had been in once a week earlier. He hadn't seen hide or hair of his father since then, and he knew he wouldn't.

'I should have drowned you the moment you were born. I knew something was off about you.' His father had snarled at him, when theodore finally woke up.

"Theo.. Love are you in here?"

Mrs. Malfoy.. Theodore felt his body relax, a small whimper escaping him. He could smell the smell of honey and jasmine tea, the air filling with it as he took small shaky breaths in. The door opened farther, the veela woman sticking her head into the doorway.

"Oh child… Severus! I found him!" She yelled, Theo covering his ears with his hands. He had become used to the silence of the room, and her voice was an echo in his brain. Why did she have to be so damn loud?

Severus snape was a cold man, but he could have cried in relief when he saw the child curled up on the house elves bed. Loopy had broken her vow to her master, having come to inform the malfoys that her young master was dying, that his heart could not bare the stress of another cruciatus. Severus had known the Nott head was partial to using the curse, but never on his own flesh and blood.

Thank the gods that Narcrissa had killed them man when they came through the floo. Lucius would have done worse.

"Young master barely breathing, Master Seevus. " Loopy was dressed in the malfoy colors, Lucius having pulled his rank with the high court to get the young elf appointed to him.

Severus pushed his way into the room, followed closely by his mates, Lucius eyes widening as he saw his sons friend. He had never seen such cruelty, even the death eaters had usually killed their victims, not left them to deal with the slow death the crucio brought. Watching his mates work, Lucius went to work, finding the Nott family will.

"Old fool never changed it." Lucius mumbled, using his magic to activate the copy left in gringotts that connected to the copy in his hands. He knew the Goblins would be fair, and would never tell who activated the will. They had learned that mistake ten years before, with Regulus black and Dumbledore.

As Lucius worked to maintain the boys future, Severus worked to save his life. First came the spells, ones to relax the tense boy up and make the pain go away. Immediately Theodore seemed to brighten, trying to sit up only to be pushed back down.

"Do not move child. The spells help with pain, but not with the damage." That was what the potions were for, one after another coaxed down the young Notts throat. Narcrissa watched with bated breath as the boy seemed to get more and more color to his skin.

Soon, the last potion, a sleeping draught, was poured almost lovingly down the boys throat, sending the tormented child to sleep. Gathering the newly healed child up into his arms, Severus made his way to the floo, giving his alpha a curt nod.

When they got back it was chaos.

"Kinley has been told to get Mistress Narcrissa! Mistresss Narcrissa needed by Master!" Severus knew the elf, a small pale thing with long arms and dark burgundy pillow case. Seeing one of the masters of the Malfoy house, Kinley pushed past the house elf trying to stop her as she wobbled over.

Kinley was pregnant with twins, if Severus recalled.

"Master Declan be needings healer Narcrissa! Kinley being tolds to bring her back as soon as possible and with healings potions! " The elf bobbed its head up and down as she spoke, the floo activating behind severus as his wife walked through.

"Elf is for you, flower. You deal with it." Severus groused, pushing past the group of three elves to the healing room they set up for the young Nott. Severus had expected some need for healing but not this amount. As he worked on helping the young boy, he trained his ear to listen for anything out of place.

What he found was his wife walking in as if Dumbledore had come into their house and done a jig, the fury on her face making him pause. His wife was usually a calm and collected woman, she had to be dealing with Lucius and their son. Her fingers clawed into talons, she mumbled to herself as she stormed into the cabinet they kept their ritual ingredients in.

"Love?"

"I need you to call the Nivah council, tell them to send a healing squad along with three watchers. Also, have Dobby make up the north hall for guests." Severus nodded, knowing his mate well enough to let her finish. " Also… I need you to report to the council of a premature awakening. Its only by a week or so but.." She stopped, running her hand down her face.

"my love what has happened?" Severus sent his magic to put the work he was doing on statis, walking over to his shaking wife. He had only seen her like this twice, once when their lord died, and the other when their child was taken from them.

"Someone has bound a child in those awful bounds, Severus. He's lived with them for over five years…" She turned to throw her arms around his neck, burying her head into his chest. Every sob made his heart hurt.

Narcrissa cried for what seemed forever, remembering their own child who had been bound unwillingly. They had been at diagon alley, when Fredrick had gone missing. It had only been for an hour but when the boy had come back he was different. They had tested him for all manner of spells or curses but they hadn't thought of looking for a binding.

He died when he turned eight years old, his magic turning against their beautiful baby boy.

Pulling away, Narcrissa gathered her things, silent as Severus watched her. She didn't say anything as she left, but Severus knew by the set of her face that the gods should help who harmed the child.

Whoever this child was..

Harry wondered if this was what heaven was like..

The field of grey were everlasting, pressing as far as his eyes could see, green hidden underneath the grey flowers. The sky was beautiful, an array of gold's and oranges, clouds no where to be seen. He'd only seen such a sky on the telly, or in the travel magazines his aunt got. He'd never seen a world like this.

The smell of lavender pressed against his nose, itching it with the strong smell of it. He could almost remember smelling the smell before, a long time ago, buried in the warmth of his blanket. His blanket he had been laid in when the Dursley found him at their doorstep smelled like Lavender, but the smell had faded so much that harry had to bury his nose so far into the fabric to really catch a hint of it.

But this was different, it was so strong, as if pressed directly underneath his nose.

Watching as the sun set, harry wiggled his toes in the cold water of the stream he sat by, marveling at how real this felt.

'Can't be a dream. ' Harry mused, hand reaching out to try and swat at the butterfly high above his head.

He missed, hand coming up again to try again when a hand out of nowhere came and caught his own.

"You shouldn't do that." The voice belonging to the hand didn't fit the hands owner, it was to deep, to gruff for the face belonging to the hand. Grey eyes, almost as grey as the flowers in the field, reflected into harrys eyes, a small smile on the beautiful mans face.

Harry had never felt so.. So different when looking at a person.

" It's just a butterfly." He found himself saying, a delighted laugh shocking him as he watched the stranger chuckle as if he had said something profoundly funny.

"It is not just a butterfly, Harry. Nothing is every just as it seems." The man sat next to him, his long legs passing Harry's short ones. As harry grasped for something to say, he stared at the man, until finally he looked back over at him.

"Its rude to stare. " He told him politely, the younger boy flushing as he looked away. He hadn't meant to stare, but this man was.. He was so beautiful.

It wasn't the type of beautiful that normal people liked. The man had a scar, running the length of his jaw and up to his forehead, as if he had been slashed with a knife. His lip stilted as well, a newer scar still healing. To others, this man was ugly, disgusting.

He could almost hear his aunt screeching about it, maybe hearing his uncle saying how the man should wear a mask.

Harry thought it gave his rather young looking face character.

Finding himself staring again, Harry didn't notice when the man looked back, staring back into the younger's face. It wasn't until that delighted laugh came up again that it shocked harry out of it, looking away in shame.

"It's okay, little one. I do not find your staring offensive." Harry couldn't help the surprise that shot across his face. He had been worrying that he had been offending the scarred man, and this man had read his mind.

"I find myself unable to look away as well… " reaching out, the man moved his hair out from in front his eyes, a small sound escaping his lips as pleasure shot through him. The mans touch was like having chocolate for the first time, riding a broom, it was like the first time he saw the common rooms, made his first friend.

A small moan filled the silence, followed by the mans laugh.

"I know, it feels good. " This man kept running his hands through his hair, a small smile gracing his face. Shadows danced in front of them, the darkness of night reaching their little meadow. Looking away from the man and to the moon, which had moved surprisingly fast, he stared at the ominous glow it gave off.

They sat in silence, watching the moon as it moved across the sky, Harry wishing the moment would not end. But the feeling that it would nagged at the back of his mind. He had to wake up…

But why did he? His parents were dead, his friends barely knew him. They would move on, ron would move on. Hermione barely even seemed to like him anyway, he always got the vibe that she just coped with ron and him. He was sure maybe Hagrid would miss him, but nobody else. Dumbledore gave him a weird vibe, weirder than Hermione did.

He wanted to stay here, with this man.

Closing his eyes, Harry felt the need to sleep push its way into the forefront of his mind. With a small gasp, the man moved him so his head was laying in his lap, carding his hands through his hair. He was so close to sleep when he knew.

If he fell asleep, this man would not be here when he woke up. Trying to get up, he let out an odd sound, a small trill, as the man held him down.

"No no Harry… I know. I wish we could stay like this, but do not worry. I will be here," he touched Harry's chest and the warmth of the man seemed to seep a little deeper. " Until we see each other again. Find the others Harry. You'll know. "

With those words, the man pressed his hand to harrys head and he knew no more.

Narcrissa gasped as the young boy opened his eyes, staring into the glowing orbs of the young Nivah.

(Hey guys, thats the end of this chapter. favorite, Follow, review, I eat flames.

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Coraline :Ronda Rousey

Declan: Jake Abel

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