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Warnings: Language, AU, Non-cannon, OOC, mentions of mpreg, mentions of slavery
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Love, dreams
*This is not Beta'd so I'm truly sorry for any mistakes I might have missed.
** Oh, the OMC Lysander and Kalian Prince belongs to Merula Aeolus.
Ethereal
Chapter Ten
The months of October and November passed by uneventfully, and Hogwarts soon found itself blanketed with voluptuous amounts of snow. Hadrian received a necklace from his a father which had many protection spells and charms on it, a tracking charm, a monitoring charm, along with a portkey. Only Hadrian, his father, or Voldemort could take it off of him. Ron and Hermione received the same thing from their parents.
Ginny, Ron, Neville, Fred, and George both enrolled in Hogwarts. Neville was in Hufflepuff, Ginny went into the house of the intelligent with Hermione, whereas the twins were sorted into Gryffindor with Ron. Hadrian had very few visions in this time period, and if he did, they barely made sense and held no information.
Christmas – which was called Yuletide – was fast approaching. Hadrian was on his bed, meditating. Neville was going over Herbology with Elliot Brown – who really didn't have a green thumb – and the other boys in their dormitory were outside, enjoying the cold and the snow.
Hadrian was deep in his mindscape and was actually tranquil. He was trying to piece those practically nonexistent visions together to make articulate sense. However, his attempt was failing horribly. He came out of his trance when Elliot groaned miserably, "It's fine, Neville, I know I'm going to fail midterms. Thanks, though, for trying." Then he ambled out of the room, full of angst.
Hadrian blinked at Neville, noticing that the boy had deflated. "You alright, Neville?"
The thirteen-year-old boy chewed on his bottom lip nervously. "I…I'm fine. It's just – I'm just wondering where I'm going to go for Yuletide."
Hadrian tilted his head. He hadn't seen nor heard about Neville's parents – weren't they Frank and Alice Longbottom, and what happened to Augusta Longbottom or Uncle Algie who accidentally threw poor Neville out the window because he was thought to be a squib?
"I…I don't remember much of my parents," Neville started. Hadrian's heart constricted as he thought, please, please don't let them be dead. "I know that their names are Frank and Lysander Longbottom. My grandmother, Augusta, and Uncle Algernon were cursed to insanity during the war," – how ironic, Hadrian thought – "but they were babysitting me and I was kidnapped by Minerva McGonagall, Alice Smith, and some other Renegades. I don't even know if they know I'm alive."
"Have you thought about contacting them again?" inquired Hadrian.
"I'm scared," Neville murmured. "What if they moved on and don't want me anymore? What if they're dead? What if—,"
"Hey," Hadrian cut Neville's hysterics off by grabbing the boy by his shoulders. "It's going to be alright, Neville. If you want, I could ask my father and uncle for more information – heck, Hermione could find out the information if I asked. You don't have to be afraid, you have us for you to lean on."
Neville grew a little teary-eyed before his face brightened into a smile. "Really? Th-Thank you, Hadrian."
Hadrian grinned back at him, unknowingly stirring an unfathomable emotion in Neville. "No problem, Neville, it's what friends are for."
Hadrian heard the thumping music from "All About Us" by He Is We. He wandered down to where the source was coming from and he was wondering why he was hearing that particular song and band since they didn't exist in the 1990s. He found Hermione concentrating with a bowl of water on a table in front of her. Ron was sitting on a couch a few feet away with a textbook on Spell Creation in his hands.
"If I'm James Dean, You're Aubrey Hepburn" by Sleeping With Sirens began to play once He Is We faded out.
They say that love is forever
You're forever is all that I need
Please stay as long as you need
Strands of water floated above the bowl as Hermione moved her hand.
Please stay forever with me
"Skin & Bones" by Romance on a Rocketship began to play.
Let me keep this short and sweet
You're the prettiest thing that I ever did see
I know I'm nothing but skin and bones
But I sure think you're beautiful
"What kind of music is this?" Hadrian heard Pierre inquire. Hadrian turned his head to smile at the fifth year.
"Alternative and Rock music," Hadrian answered.
"I've not heard of them at all." Pierre said as he walked inside of the abandoned classroom. "Are they Muggle bands?"
Ron overheard and nodded his head. "Yeah, they're American bands, though, I think."
"That's probably why I haven't heard of them," Pierre said before Hermione captured his attention by tricks she was doing with her ability to control water. "Amazing," muttered Pierre in astonishment.
Hadrian made himself comfortable on an armchair, curling into a ball with a book when "Kiss Me Slowly" by Parachute started to play.
Stay with me, baby stay with me
Tonight don't leave me alone
Walk with me, come and walk with me,
To the edge of all we've ever known.
"Hello Little Sun," Luna said as she drifted inside of the room to "Annabelle" by A Rocket to the Moon.
Hadrian looked up at the second year and grinned. "Hello, Little Moon."
Luna gave him a wide smile before sitting down at the seat of his armchair and taking out the latest issue to The Quibbler. Hadrian furrowed his eyebrows together as he said, "Where's Lily?" right before his body went lax and he was sucked into a vision.
Hadrian didn't recognize where he was. He was on a balcony that overlooked the sea and a beautiful sunset. "Brother," He heard a mans' voice say.
He turned to see two men. They both had tall, sinewy silhouettes and strong jaw lines. The one on the left had olive-tone skin, soft doe brown eyes, and long curly, brown hair. He had sharp cheekbones. The one on the right had the same skin tone, though it was more golden, but olive-green eyes, and long, inky black hair in a similar style to the one on the left.
In a more shortened version, they were both drop dead sexy.
The brown-eyed Adonis smiled, "Lysander – I haven't seen you in two weeks. What brings you to Augustine Manor?"
Hadrian realized with a jolt that Lysander was Neville's parent.
The man pursed his lips. "Kalian, I have a problem. There are rumors circulating in the Department of Mysteries about my little boy, my lovely Neville, being alive. Frank has heard it as well within the Auror factions but – bless my little Bearer's heart – he thinks they were made by a mad person set to destroy us both by implanting false hope. What do you think I should do?"
"Have you not thought to look at the Family Tree?" Kalian inquired.
Lysander shook his head. "It was destroyed when Neville was taken, and my mother and uncle in law were cursed to a life of mental instability."
Kalian blinked thoughtfully. "Ever thought of going to Our Lord about these hasty rumors?"
Lysander blinked before letting out a bark of laughter, his breath showing in the frosty cold air. "You always know to say the obvious when I haven't the eye to see it, brother mine."
Kalian snorted but Lysander continued, "Now, brother dear, I heard you've eyes set on a certain wayward Weasley."
Kalian growled lowly. "There is nothing going on between Charlie and I."
Lysanders' grin was pure mischief. The Norse god Loki had nothing on that grin.
"Why, big brother, who ever said anything about Charlie Weasley?"
Kalian's groan was heard all throughout Germany.
The vision blurred and shifted and Hadrian found himself in a study. He felt the warmth of the hearth wash over his body, which made the hairs at the back on his neck stand on end. Something was wrong, horribly wrong.
"Ah – mon amor has visited me," said the man near the desk. It was same man who wanted Hadrian. The man spoke to no one, there was no one in the study except…but that was impossible, how could the man possibly know he was here?
"I know you're there, Hadrian," the man chuckled lowly. "I know a lot of things – things many would kill to know."
Chills crawled up and down his spine. He wanted out. He wanted to get out of this vision now.
The man smiled cruelly. "Fear not, little pet, it will only be a fortnight until you're mine."
Out! Out! Out! Out!
The man got up and shuffled to where Hadrian was currently floating. He was anchored to the spot. The man reached his hands upwards and affectionately stroked Hadrian's cheek. Hadrian couldn't see his face, it was blurred, shifting in too many directions for a proper feature. But he saw his eyes…
…those haunting golden eyes…
Hadrian felt uncomfortable getting touched this way – his skin crawled, as if this action was vile and his body was telling him that this was wrong, that he wasn't supposed to be touched like this by a stranger he knew absolutely nothing about.
Only I would get molested in a vision, Hadrian thought to himself. His heart was thudding in his chest, he couldn't move. All he felt was the mans' fingers on his skin and he wanted it gone.
Out! Out! Out! Out!
"Don't forget, little one," the man murmured in his ear. "You belong to me."
"You understand what you must do?" The man questioned.
Lily Moon pursed her lips before barring her teeth. "I will never do as you say."
Dark eyes were narrowed in rage. "Listen, you insolent brat. You're an orphan with no family, you will do as I say or else your life will be forfeit. There will be no one who would miss you, in fact, they won't even notice you've gone."
Cold, harsh hands gripped at her hair and she yelped quietly. Lily breathed in harshly, she loathed showing weakness to this man.
"You may be a Wicca," the man said, "But you are nothing without me. I own you, girl, and it would do well for you to remember your place. Understood?" He gave Lily a shake.
Lily trembled. The invisible chains tightened their grasp as she lowered her eyes and stance submissively.
"Yes, master."
Those cold lips stretched to a thin smile. "Wonderful – now, in two weeks time, you will kidnap Hadrian Roux and bring him to me."
A nod.
"Yes, master."
"Good, good. You're such a good pet – now, leave. I have no use for you as of now."
"Of course, master." Lily said before trudging away. She curled her hands into fists and gritted her teeth together but there was a smirk on her lips. "Like hell I'll do as you say," Lily whispered. She looked up at the moon and smiled softly. "There's no way I'll harm my cousin just because you want me too."
Lily trudged forth in the snow before her knees buckled and she tumbled into the sand. Her tears seemed to freeze as they cascaded down her face.
"I made a promise, Hadrian," Lily hiccupped. "I swore I'd protect you – and I swear on my magic I will never do anything to harm you, so mote it be."
The flash of the magical bonding was seen and heard by the fifth-year who was wandering around the Forbidden Forest. Pierre Duval looked at Lily Moon curiously before he said, "Who was that man?"
Lily gasped as she whirled around. "W-what man?"
"The one who wants you to kidnap Hadrian," Pierre said seriously. "I do hope you aren't planning anything, Moon, I'd hate to take…drastic measures." Here was where Pierre barred his canines, showing the sharpened teeth.
Lily rolled her eyes. "You don't scare me, vampire."
Pierre smirked. "I might not – but my father definitely would."
"Who's your father?" Lily inquired.
"Hayden Augustine," Pierre said, smirk widening once he heard the gasp emerge from Lily's mouth. "Yes – the vampire king is my father. So, do tell, Lily."
The newly-revealed Wicca sucked in a deep breath before she explained. "He's my master."
Pierre blinked. "The whole human master-slave trade was abolished decades ago."
Lily snorted. "That's what they want you to think. The Slave trade is alive and well. I've been owned by my master since I was a little girl."
"Do you know his name?" Pierre questioned.
Lily shook her head. "No – slaves aren't allowed to know their masters' name."
Pierre stared at her. "I'll speak with my father over your protection and I'll get my contacts in the Wiccan Circles."
"Don't you get it?" Lily said, her tone pleading. "He'll kill me if I try to escape. I'm lucky enough to be here at Hogwarts. You'll just make it worse."
"I won't," Pierre said as he crouched down next to Lily. "Because if he touches you again, I will kill him."
It wasn't a whispered promise made in the spur of the moment. It was a fact. Lily's heart dared to swell with hope.
Lily sniffled. "Why do you even care?"
"You remind me of my sister," Pierre said after a moment of silence.
"Who was your sister?" asked Lily.
"Griselda Masson."
Notes
Wiccan – A Wiccan is an individual who uses Nature and natural Magic to perform certain forms of magic without a Foci, they can also use some psychic abilities, although they need Astrological events or Nature Mediums to boost their magical ability to perform some of their more powerful spells.