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Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, Neglect, death, Sex, Possible torture, mention of possible rape, Abuse, Harem, bigotry, Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived, Futanari (Definitely), Hermaphrodite (Definitely), lack of morality, abuse, mention of abuse, and anything else that I can possibly come up with along the way
"…Talk…"
'…Thought…'
'…Mental Conversation…'
~DkR~
Spell
Chapter Six: Station
It was finally the day many children anticipated since the arrival of their letters to Hogwarts. They were able to travel to the school before the start of the school year. The day to know which house they would belong to, to be able to meet new people with the hope of making friends, and the day they can get a feeling of their new home for most of the year. This was true with our soon to be heroes. Having finally obtained the last of the items they wanted yesterday and augmenting their staffs some. Enchanting the power and making them easier to carry. By shrinking them and making them necklaces after adding metals rings when extra materials were needed for the runes. Giving them the ability to shrink or enlarge the staffs when needed. Right now, the two were finishing the package in their specialized trunks with the cloths and books they have gathered. Adheesha even made a specialized charm bracelet for his bow, arrows, longsword and shield to hang off. Each one appeared to be in a glaze of silver to make the bracelet appearance look even more real.
"Harry, did you put the scrolls up?" Adheesha asked, scrambling to place the stack of books in his arms up onto the bookshelves. Said black haired boy was placing the last of the scrolls into the slots of the letter boxes when they got a few of them yesterday. Having no time for some bookcases to be made or delivered. Not like they needed a big old case for a little amount of scrolls they have right now.
"Yeah," Harry said as he placed the last one in a cubby hole. He got the smaller wheeled step ladder before seeing Adheesha walk onto the taller one for the floor to ceiling bookcases that was built with the place. Harry grabbed the last of the bags of feed for their familiar's that was left in the room to be put into the storage meant for all their food. This should last a couple of months before having to get some more. With the last of the chores done by the black-haired boy, it was time to relax in the sitting room-slash-library. Going back to be greeted by the sight of the prince watching the tiger cub and wolf cub play with one another as he started to polish a piece of armor meant for ceremonies. Along with their owls perched on a piece of furniture half asleep. Harry smiled at this and sat down on a sofa in the hopes to have some quiet time before they deal with the hassle, talk, rumors and trouble that is to come.
"So, have you decided what you wanted to do when we arrive to the station Harry?" Adheesha asked him, not taking his eyes off the magical beasts before him. Silently hoping to that his comrade would choose his way.
"Of course. Let's show up in style," the Potter said as they stayed there for little longer before grabbing the animals to go forth to get done the last bit of their list. All with smiles planted on their faces.
~DkR~
-London, King's Cross Station Platform 93/4-
The station was full of mobility and actions that belong to those of parents, students, soon-to-be students as well as those that worked on the Hogwarts Express. Many were saying their goodbyes, crying or greeting people new and old before eventually getting on the train before it left them. One of these families currently held a feeling of tension, annoyance and pride that should only belong to a peacock if they didn't mistake two people of the group as one. This family is the one and only Potters; who were currently being swarmed by fans and those belonging to the daily papers of Brittan as they try to board the train. Like they were making much effort to so.
"Now, now, no need to push. Everyone will get their picture and interview with my son before he boards the train," James declared to the large group as they start to crowd the family. Several people continued to try and push their way to the 'hero' but found themselves unsuccessful as the crowd was pushed back by others. The more sensible families, both pureblood and muggleborn, warned their children in various ways as they sneered at the family. Not out of jealousy but out of disguise from how they greedily lapped up the attention from blinded fools. But their attention of the family was driven away as a person in head to toe armor appeared out of the portal the separated this train station from that of the muggle one. The armor the man wore range in different colors of black as silver decorated the top in unique designs and lines. The helm has horns of the same color protruding from the sides as an arrow stuck up from the top. A black leather belt help keep the breast plate down on top of his pants of the same material. A cap clung to his back after stopping in front of the crowd. The knight scouted out the area full of people before pressing something on the helm to only say aloud in a very aristocratic voice, "The area is clear. You may proceed."
Three more knights came through the portal soon after with two children and a young-looking woman. The knights wore armor of a similar fashion but had their own designs, colors, style or kind of combination or all of them. The woman was very curvy with her curly white hair that drop over shoulders and reached down her back. This was Agave under the guise of an illusion she had to under by the laws of the Union. This was making sure obscurity was kept so the balance would be maintained. The group marched towards the middle of the station to only stop. Apparently to let the women speak to them children, for she knelt and looked at the two of them and spoke, "My time for now as your caretaker is over until the summer. Be safe my children, my little warriors. For now, goodbye until the next time we meet."
"We will miss you to Agave. Before all of us know it, the summer will be here to begin our time with you again," Adheesha said as a few real tears rolled down his cheek. Even though both he and Harry could leave the castle at any time without the staff or students knowing it, doesn't mean they won't miss the women. For their visits will have to be sporadic and few. Harry was in the same condition, a few tears rolling down his face. Going to miss the only person he can call mother.
"Goodbye mother. I will truly miss you in the months to come," Harry spoke to her as he was the first of the two to hug her. The camouflaged women hugged back with a sad smile before speaking, "I will miss you to Harold."
That name drew the attention of the adults of the Potter family. Not many in magickal world of Brittan were named Harold. This gave Lily hope that boy was her, but she couldn't just go up and asked if he was her missing boy. All she could do was see the vulpine woman hug her son before letting go to do the same with the other child. They were happy even their moment of sadness. The children waved goodbye to the women and knights before going onto the red and gold train.
With that the group marched out of the portal of the station. The people never knowing that the knights got away from the spotlight of muggles with simple charms to hide their presence once they step out. Such an ability was easy for them for they were the highest class of soldiers. For they are the Judges. Nor would the sheople will ever know of the smirk the woman wore as she left. The emotion she showed and held were true, for she will miss the children she cared for a good portion of her life as a knight, but this was after all a show to start the planting seeds of a new age. One way was with a brief show by forgoing some obscurity they wanted. Like these fools of the masses will ever know the true power of Fal'Cie.
~DkR~
Both the children walked towards the end of the train. Silently scouting out who have already entered the train. Seeing in their peripheral vision the gawking and shy looks from the other passengers. Apparently seeing, or have been told, of how the two Fal'Cieian's came into the station with knights in tow. Near the end they see one of the people they knew on this side of the world. The young heir of the Malfoy line. The blond hair boy was with the company of two chubby boys, a skinny boy and that of a young girl who could have sworn to be a pug on two legs. The white-haired boy opened the compartment to greet the young Malfoy, "Greetings heir Malfoy. Enough room for two newly required friends?"
"What right do you have to speak to someone higher than you?!" angrily spoke the girl next to the door. Cutting off anything the platinum blond boy was going to say and causing him to glare at her. Aside from that, he ignored her and proceeded to answer, "Hello to you heir Raithwall, heir Potter. There is surely enough room for the both of you."
This caused the group eyes to widen and the girl to quickly cover her mouth in the fact she insulted an ancient house before knowing it. But those thoughts quickly changed as the two interlopers sat down next to Draco. Both knowing that the others were thinking about his brother and how can he could be related to that glory hog. Adheesha started to poke the Potter heir to answer their unasked question before they do inquire. Harry just growled in annoyance not feeling like doing any explanations right now. Lucky for Harry, Draco proceeded to ask a question, "So, we saw both of you come in with those knights. What is up with bringing them?"
"Merely a thought of coming here in style. And better way to come in style but not much of it than bringing knights here to protect your person. All in one upping the competition out of annoyance," spoke the Raithwall, who was still poking the black-haired boy. Harry started to growl now as his friend was really getting on his nerves with the poking.
"I can see that. Too bad I didn't think of doing that, but I have the feeling that father would not allow me to do such a thing," Draco whined about not having his way with something. The others just looked on with fascination about the little interaction going on. Never seeing Draco like this before; to see him a little bit more open than before.
"Now, now Draco it's not becoming of an heir to whine in front of others," Harry teased as he winked at the blond. Draco just huffed and turned his head away in mock anger. Knowing the other boy was just playing around.
"Draco, who are they? And why are you messing around with these…ruffians?" asked the girl, eyeing the two new comers with suspicion. At that, Draco did look at least a little bit embarrassed about not introducing both set of friends.
"Adheesha, Harry, please meet my longtime friends Pansy Parkinson," pointing to the girl, pug face and all, who struck a pose that made her look even more fowl than before. Something they thought that wasn't even possible.
"Blaise Zabini," pointing to a very stoic looking copper skin boy that was looking out the window. Ignoring the commotion in the compartment until his named was called out by Draco.
"Vincent Crabbe," pointing to a short chubby black-haired boy, "and Gregory Goyle," Draco finished as pointed to the last chubby but taller than the former boy. This was a brief pause as the mentioned four said a hello, albeit somewhat forceful. The Malfoy continued, "My friends, I have the pleasure to introduce to you the new comrades in arms, Adheesha Raithwall and Harold Potter."
The four stared at the Potter intensely, not making of the young boy once his last name was mention earlier and now. This made Harry shift uncomfortably as they stared on. Adheesha and Draco just smirked as they look as they found amusement from the situation. After all, what you think of the name of the family that has been enemy of yours for years. Let alone, seen the heir of one that seem to have disappeared or apparently haven't existed for years. Also, this…heir seemed to be on good bases with the Malfoy heir while never hearing about this so-called friendship.
"So…Potter," Pansy began but was cut off by the young Potter when he said, "Harry."
"Huh?" was the only respond the boy before he continued on, "Please call me Harry. Don't really like to be reminded that I am a Potter."
Pansy nodded, "I will do so if you call me Pansy," Harry nodded in agreement thus letting the girl proceed with her earlier question, "So Harry, how did you meet Draco?"
"Both Adheesha and I meet the young Malfoy heir during the day we got our supplies for school. Since then we have been owling each other," the black-haired boy answered. The girl just hummed as she took it in. Giving Draco a look to tell her if the statement was true. The blond gave the brunette a signal that it was very much true. The girl was about to ask another question when the compartment opened again to see one of the people that two of the occupations truly loathed. The faux boy-who-lived, Tristan Griffon Potter.
"My, my, if isn't the death eaters in training," the faux hero sneered at the group before setting his eyes on the two that came into the station gallantly, "And it looks like you are recruiting to. Going to be traitors like the people all around the both of you?" A red headed boy that slightly behind the faux one seemed to give a crooked smile as a light chuckle escaped his lips at a joke that was never heard.
"You mean like you blood traitor?" Adheesha sneered back, not liking were this conversation was going. He knew were these children loyalty lay for now in the compartment but that was something he was going to change. Now to get these ingrates out before they cause a scene. He would like to enjoy his stay on the train after all.
The provoking inquiry caused both boys to growl manacling at the white-haired boy. Tristan believed he was not a blood traitor. Easily forgetting that he was the main reason why one of his family members had disappeared. The Raithwall smirked back them before speaking, "Now listen here young Potter. If I remember correctly, you have a brother. The question is: what happened to said boy, hmm? He did disappear a few years back."
This seem to do the trick to make the boy back up a bit. Not wanting to say what happened to him but it left implications of what they could've done to the older twin. Tristan just glared at Adheesha before silently walking away. Thoughts of revenge filled the red-headed Potter twin. The other red head did the same as his cohort with the same thoughts in mind.
"What a little show you gave us Adheesha. Being able to tell off the other Potter and his Weasley lackey," Blaise said, finally speaking up in this conversation. Since the Zabini boy mother had basically told him most of his life that the traitors and muggleborn were a waste of time, space and resources; he found the telling off the glory hog of a Potter a refreshing part of his life. Both Adheesha and Harry narrow their eyes at the both. The prince spoke up to everyone, "Note this here and now, I don't believe in the crap your parents spew out to all of you. Just because you follow the will of the masses blindly doesn't mean I will. For everyone has the right to be equal to the one next to them. I only have a few exceptions for a select few people and certain classes of people."
"Mud bloods are nothing more than trash on society. They will never be equals to me or those with pure-blood in their veins," Blaise stated proudly causing Parkinson to show a smirk of pride at the statement. Draco and other two boys looked apprehensive about the two groups soon to be fight.
"Believe what you will Zabini. It's not like you have talked to someone outside this backward shit of a society. Just don't interfere with my friendship with Draco and all those wish to be my friend; I won't mess your friends, a.k.a. bigot followers," the prince stated back, not feeling to get into a long-winded debate that will only fly over the boy head. Plus, it would look like he would be the hold out, along with Parkinson, in the mission to change the mindsets of the masses. Blaise grunted in agreement and went back to continue his vigilant view of the world outside the window. Soon the whistle of the train sounded, signaling the soon to be departure from station and to make last minutes' students find a compartment before going full speed on the tracks. The door of the small room opened again to view a bushy brunette girl with bucked teeth, seeing that there was room she asked, "May I sit with you all?"
"Fine by me if it's alright with the majority of the group," the prince said glaring at the back of Zabini who just shot one back before going back to what he was doing. Pansy just seem to just glare at the girl, obviously not wanting the other girl to be there at all. The thing that seem to shock the blood haters of the group was when Malfoy said, "Sure fine by me."
Adheesha and Harry smiled at least the fact they were changing one opinion and slowly changing those of lackey's apparently. Especially when they nodded with the Malfoy into letting the girl come in. The brown-haired girl smiled as she brought her luggage in a put it up. She sat in between Harry and Adheesha to start to introduce herself to everyone, "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you all. I hope we can all be friends!"
Thus, the thread of hope in a peaceful ride was lost as chaos had ensued while the trained slowly made its way out of the station finally. Scenes of a people waving goodbye were soon gone to be replaced by country side while angry voices started to rise. One of the passengers of this chaotic compartment was happy to have placed a silencing seal onto the small room. No one can hear what's inside, but they could hear what's on the outside. By the gods, it was not their day for the Fal'Cieian's.
To Be Continued…
Informational:
Terminology:
Judges (Rank): Short of being of being part of the royal family, as well being a lord or a council member, this is the highest rank in the amongst the army and policing force in Fal'Cie. They help in punishment of those who break the laws, discipline who are insubordinate, provide council to the king during time of war, and make sure the army in all areas is well maintain. Each Judge has their own Provence and troop in the nation to upheld law in that area. The number of Judges in the Kingdom is unknown but there are plenty to span all over to provide help when needed.
