Life Crusades Chapter 10: One Of Many, a harry potter fanfic

Life Crusades

Chapter Ten

One Of Many

"Enter!"

Fred poked his head in, saw the office was empty save for Falde, and sauntered in, shutting the door behind him. "How'd it go?"

Falde leaned back in his chair. "Well."

"Is that it? That's all you're going to give me?"

"Perhaps I would have given more had you not been outside the door listening."

"We weren't listening! We were-"

"Eye-dropping, yes."

Fred dropped down in one of the chairs facing the desk. "Cool word, huh?" he grinned as he plucked up the tua'datha orb before relaxing back and lifted his feet onto the corner of the desk. He eyed the orb as he tossed it back and forth from one had to the other. "You aren't busy now, are you?"

"Most everything I had planned to do today I have. So no, not particularly busy now," Falde answered, trying not to wince as Fred played with the orb. He hoped Fred wouldn't drop the thing, but then again he knew he wouldn't. Fred wasn't really careless and he knew its importance. "Have you gained any more information on the potion?"

Fred nodded. "It doesn't really last long. About two hours… but we're thinking that's a good thing. Its usage should be minimal; at least that's what the healer we talked to said. Too much and too long may do irreparable damage to vision… wish Kaego were here. Don't really like discussing it with people we're not familiar with."

Falde nodded. He made a sound point. "Which healer did you talk to?"

"Some pretty thing with lime green streaks in her hair. She seemed nice enough and answered our questions to the best of her knowledge… with the little information we gave her of the potion."

Falde frowned. "Some pretty thing?"

"Yeah," Fred answered as he leaned forward to return the orb to its cradle. He lifted his gaze to Falde's and was surprised to find the teal orbs narrowed on him. "What? Sorry, I didn't catch her name."

"That's not…" Falde pressed his lips together and refused to show how jealous that little flippant remark had made him. It was foolish and Fred would laugh at him if he knew. But then Fred did laugh at him because he was quick and figured it out when Falde remained silent.

"Falde, I don't do pretty. That's George's thing…" he trailed off and a smirk curled his lips in a way that clued Falde in to the fact he was about to say something to purposely rile him.

Fred had been, in fact, about to tease Falde and see if he could make the warrior more jealous, because honestly, Falde was gorgeous when clouded with jealously, but he never got the chance. He didn't know how Falde managed it, but Fred had only opened his mouth for the teasing when the next thing he knew, he was planted firmly in the warrior's lap, his words being snogged away.

Fred pulled away panting. "How'd you do that?"

Falde's lips dropped to skim down the column of his neck. "Perhaps I sang to you and you came over here on your own."

"I would remember something like that."

"No, you wouldn't," Falde answered firmly as his hands slipped under Fred's shirt. "Not unless I wanted you to."

"I'm pretty sure only a second passed between the time I was sitting over there and then ended up here, conveniently straddling your lap with your hand up my shirt."

Falde didn't seem to be in the mind to continue on with talking as it was soon obvious Falde planned to use his mouth for other more pleasurable affairs. Like bending Fred over the desk, pulling his pants down, and licking Fred open for minutes on end. Fred seriously hoped the walls were sound proof because he was not quiet in how he spurned the warrior on with his attentions.

When Falde pulled away and shifted behind him, wrapping around his waist and began to pull him back, Fred went very willingly, inching down slowly over the very thick and long cock waiting for him. When he was finally settled, Falde sheathed completely inside him, Fred dropped his head back against Falde's shoulder and panted out a laugh. "George… is right. I should be—ah! Fuck!—limping every time I walk away from you."

Falde's arms locked around him as he jerked his hips up repeatedly. Those arms were impenetrable and Fred had never felt so content, even as his breath was being thrust out of his body. Fred felt he could stay that way forever, but soon Falde had his tunic off and bent over the desk again and that was good too. Just when he thought he would come, Falde stopped his forceful thrusting and grabbed Fred's hips to keep him still. Fred lifted his forehead from the desk and pouted over his shoulder.

Falde looked annoyed as he said, "message."

"What?"

Falde pointed across the room to one of the shelves where an orb was glowing blue. "The rebels. Your brothers. Probably important—stop moving," he hissed when Fred seemed to have tuned him out mid sentence and hitched his hips back and forth over Falde's cock. "Be still…for a moment."

Fred growled in frustration. He was so close! "Why don't I just leave until you aren't busy anymore then?"

"You will not!" Falde snapped. Fred grinned, placated a little. "Lean forward against the desk and be silent."

"Silent?" Fred laughed. "Don't think I can do that, Falde."

But Fred tried to do as he was told and leaned forward until the desk's edge pressed into his stomach, but that was okay because Falde's cock was still pulsing inside him, and Falde currently looked hot and sweaty and embarrassed as he held a hand out, summoning the orb to hand. Fred snickered. He didn't have to turn around to know Falde's hair had come loose from the band holding it, his tunic was undone nearly to his naval, and he looked as if he'd been extremely busy very recently.

"This had better be important!" he barked into the orb when Bill and Charlie's faces emerged. They flinched back at his sharp tone.

"Not really," Bill murmured. "We just thought to report in since we haven't in a while, to make sure we're still wanted near the Cymae… You alright, Commander? You look kind of—were you just in a battle?"

Fred grinned and shifted, very slowly. Biting his lips when he drew away and then back onto his mate's cock at an insanely slow pace.

"Falde?"

Fred glanced over his shoulder at Charlie's question to find the warrior had shut his eyes and his jaw was clenched so tightly Fred worried he might shatter his teeth. Fred took a second more of thought before snatching the orb from Falde's hand, smiling brightly at his brothers' faces as he settled back against Falde's chest. Where he firmly belonged. It felt nice, especially when Falde hissed in displeasure, but still wrapped an arm around his waist. And he especially loved the startled looks appearing on his elder brothers' faces.

"Since this isn't an emergency, Falde'll have to get back to you."

"Err… Fred?"

"George certainly wouldn't be sitting here, would he? Bye, bros," he then tossed the orb into the closest desk drawer. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it Falde?"

Falde frowned ferociously. "That was not-"

"They're only my brothers and they said it wasn't an emergency. And it's your fault for being in this situation in the first place. You should have waited until we were in the bedroom before pulling my pants down."

"You enticed me first!"

"How? By walking in here?"

"Exactly."

Charlie sat there with his mouth hanging wide open. It was open almost as wide as Bill's eyes. "Did I… what did that look like to you?" he asked, staring at the blank orb.

Bill cleared his throat. "Looked like he wasn't wearing any… he was sitting on the Commander's lap."

Charlie stood, dropping the orb back into his pack. "I'm going to pretend that didn't just happen."

"Good idea," Bill said as he too stood. "And I'm going to go talk to Serin."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Maybe you should leave it, Bill. She's gone. Why make it worse?"

"No. I want to know."

And he did. He did want to know, but when he left the tent and caught sight of Serin's morose features, Bill found he couldn't get any closer. Maybe he wasn't ready. He turned away and was very relieved when Richard came along to avert the direction of his thoughts.

"We need another blacksmith, Bill."

Bill scrubbed a hand over his face. "I know…" their last blacksmith had been killed a two weeks before, and they'd been doing alright since then, but they were always in need of more weapons and some of the rebels didn't know how to sharpen their weapons properly. Bill was one of those. "I was going to ask Falde about that, but he was… busy."

"Guess we can make due until we come across another one. But we also need another healer. One isn't cutting it anymore."

"Yeah. I'll talk to Falde about that too."

Richard nodded and then cocked his head, grinning with anticipation. "The others are wondering when we're moving on."

"Tomorrow. We'll head towards the Cymae Isles tomorrow."

Draco stood in front of his desk with Falde and Vendyl; they were all leaning over, peering at a map. Again discussing security measures being taken at the Ball being held in three days. They were discussing it again since Vendyl had not yet heard the plans and it was important for everyone to know exactly where their people would be and what should be done should trouble arise. It was highly unlikely trouble would occur within the Cymae temple. It was more likely to occur after the Ball when everyone was leaving. Everyone who hadn't been arrested or killed for treason. Draco smiled grimly. He was eagerly anticipating the show he and Harry were going to put on at the start of the Ball.

He felt more than witnessed the arrival of more into the office. Especially Harry's entrance. And Brumek soon joined in on their discussion. Draco continued to listen to Vendyl and Falde discussing things for a few more minutes, throwing in his own opinions and questions in before finally looking around. Along with Harry and Brumek, Hermione had come in with Severus as well. The blond spent only a moment to study his lover, who stood in front of the desk Hermione usually used, while their sister was in the chair and Severus had a hip perched at the side. If Draco took more than a few seconds studying Harry, he probably wouldn't listen to a word Falde said. The reason? Harry was dressed in formal working military attire today, just as Falde and Brumek were, and his lover looked more than gorgeous when he went military.

Draco lasted only two minutes listening to the three beside him before unconsciously shifting so that Falde no longer blocked most of his view of Harry. His lover stood proud and firm in front of Severus, though his eyes were crinkled as he laughed at whatever Severus had just said to him. Draco didn't know what had been said. Everyone's voices were now just a dull buzz in his head compared to the vision Harry made. His lover didn't stand like that on purpose. It was unconscious, the tall stance of self assurance and power and it was a hardening sight. Always would be, probably.

Harry's jacket was a deep blue. The exact one Draco had. But the difference was that Harry had a rank now since he was active in the legions, whereas Draco spent more time at the palace dealing with matters of State. Harry's rank on the jacket was displayed by the gold embroidery along the collar and cuffs and the golden buttons along the front, whereas Draco's jacket was plain with only the gold medallion style buttons.

When Severus turned from Harry to speak directly to Hermione, Harry turned towards Draco to give his mate a smile. Draco was just standing there, completely still and staring at him. There wasn't much expression on his face except for his eyes… those eyes that were partially hidden by long white blond strands was a different matter. They were extremely expressive molten silver. He was staring at Harry in a way that always had his lover's heart beating rapidly and having blood rush up to his cheeks. Harry cleared his throat and quickly turned back to Severus.

Draco dragged his gaze away from the luscious curve of Harry's arse and caught the blush on his face. That blush, Draco decided, was forever going to be his undoing. It was only when his view of Harry was suddenly blocked that he noticed the three soldiers beside him were now silent. He felt amusement and exasperation coming from the three as he turned back to them. Falde was frowning. The exasperation was definitely coming from him.

"Are we boring you?"

Draco barely stopped from telling the warrior to move the fuck out of his way, and instead remained silent a second, noticing Falde didn't look half as good as Harry in his formal military ensemble. And he also wondered how long the three had been standing there watching him arouse himself by watching Harry.

"No, of course not."

"Would you care to repeat what I have just said?" Falde asked with narrowed eyes.

Draco felt a sneer coming on. Why was Falde going to be a prat now? The blond raised his chin and crossed arms over his chest. "You asked if you were boring me."

Vendyl snorted. The amusement was definitely coming from him.

"Before that," Falde ground out.

Draco looked unabashed. "I was distracted."

Falde's eyes narrowed further and Draco was perfectly aware he'd just earned extra minutes running or something equally as heinous come next training session. Fortunately, others walked into the office then. It seemed Kaego had finally returned from the legions. He was walking in with the twins and Similae. And now it was clearly obvious Vendyl was distracted. Not only was Vendyl distracted, but so was Falde.

Draco sighed, took another long look at Harry, who hurried over to Kaego to greet him, and then looked at Falde. "When's this inspection again?" he asked, inquiring about the military inspection that would go on here and then to some other posts- where new recruits were training- which was why Falde, Brumek, and Harry were dressed in their best at the moment. Falde didn't answer him, and was instead looking towards the door, eyeing his mate.

Draco sneered. "Don't be a hypocrite, Falde."

Brumek, who had no one to distract him, shook his head in annoyance and went back to studying the map as he answered Draco. "In an hour's time."

Draco raised a finger, tapping it against his chin. "An hour," he mused, his eyes travelling back to Harry. "Perfect."

Draco wanted to ravish Harry. Up against a wall somewhere, hard and fast. Choosing that way because his arousal had hit him hard and fast and Harry liked being taken that way, especially when he was dressed up and spat out complaints he really didn't turned to him and raised a brow as if he'd heard that, though Draco was sure he hadn't as he'd had his thoughts on lock down. It was more fun when Harry didn't know it was coming.

Kaego was in the process of checking the twins' eyes with an annoyed look on his face. He was muttering something under his breath that had the twins looking sheepish. Similae was perched on George's back and he looked a bit worried. Draco ignored them and raised a hand to his husband, crooking a finger at Harry.

Harry didn't move for a moment. He watched Draco; looked into those eyes that were lit with a predatory light and shivered. The hand that was not raised was clenching, which was an indication that Draco was impatient to get his hands on Harry. He started blushing again; thinking about all the ways and times those hands had been on him. It still baffled Harry that he could blush in Draco's presence from just one look. He was the Warrior Emperor, wasn't he? He shouldn't be blushing like this. And yet he was and knew Draco enjoyed it. Harry's spontaneous blushing inflated Draco's already humongous ego.

"I want to do a thorough check up on you two," Kaego was muttering. "It's new. You have no idea what that potion might do to you in the long run. You're using puchene venom, for Hirsha's sake! I need to check the progress of your wing growth as well, Fred."

"Kaego, the potion…" George quieted when Kaego shot him a look.

"It's my job to be cautious with you all. It's a good thing I've returned."

"Vendyl would say so," Fred replied with a grin and nudged Harry with his elbow. Harry jolted, unaware he'd been standing there fantasizing about Draco's hands.

"Hmm, yes," Kaego replied, sending a smile his mate's way.

Unfortunately for Draco, he never got the chance to shove Harry up against the wall somewhere. Falde, the monumental bastard, decided then was a good time to leave and escorted Harry out of the office, ignoring both Harry and Draco's objections. Draco seethed, especially when he noticed Falde had a chance to touch his own mate. Sliding his hand across the back of Fred's neck as he passed him. Bastard! Draco was sure Falde had taken Harry early only to get back at him for not paying attention.

Neville slowly walked down the stone steps leading from the bedroom balcony down to his own personal garden. Falde, knowing his love for all things growing, had specifically set him and Dudley up in an apartment with a big garden. The best part was that the garden was empty save for the small pond and waterfall towards the back. Falde had known Neville would want to plant and grow the garden to his liking. Neville hadn't yet had a chance to thank the warrior for being so thoughtful. It was just another thing about Falde. The warrior had taken great care in choosing the apartments for all the new blood based on their personalities and hobbies.

Not much had been done with the garden yet but since he was going to be home for a while now, Neville was looking forward to working on it. However, despite the excitement over the upcoming project, he sighed with discontent as he descended the last step. Neville veered to the left where the large patio was located. Here there were tables and chairs beneath an overhanging and he sank into the closest chair and stared across the garden, a frown marring his face. At the moment he wasn't really up to gardening. He was more concerned with his mate.

Even though Dudley hadn't been making it obvious, Neville suspected the builder was avoiding him whenever possible. Earlier Neville asked him what was wrong and Dudley had smiled and told him it was nothing; that he was only stressed from the work he was doing for Similae and the work Sirius had brought from the human world. Neville supposed that was a good enough excuse and it would explain Dudley's frequent disappearing act, but for some reason Neville didn't buy it. They were soul mates after all and inherently he felt something else was wrong.

Because of this, and other things, like the fact his parents and the other elders had gone back to the human world for the week, Neville felt alone. He couldn't even go with Harry to the legion inspections. And during the Ball, should there be an attack, he wasn't allowed to participate in that either. He'd been specifically ordered by Kaego not to do much of anything anywhere. Dudley was acting strange and Neville was alone and he felt… bad. Off. Frustrated to the point of constantly being angry because of all of that.

Neville was pulled from his melancholy thoughts when a tinkling bell sounded; alerting him that he had a visitor. He didn't move from his seat, knowing his attendant would answer the door. Sure enough, seconds later he was informed Kaego and Ozemir were asking for admission. Neville gave permission to see the two through to the garden, wondering why they had decided to visit… well Kaego's appearance wasn't such a surprise. The healer probably wanted to give him a checkup. Neville didn't know why Ozemir was visiting. But he wasn't really in the mood to complain about the company.

Ozemir stepped into the garden from the door on the ground floor along with Kaego and immediately spotted Neville sitting in one of the chairs to the right. He frowned as he took in Neville's pinched expression as he stared off across the garden. The Scholar shared a look with Kaego before they moved over to sit beside him.

"Are you feeling alright?" Kaego asked immediately.

Neville began blinking rapidly, turning his face away a bit until he stopped the action. When he faced them again he was all smiles. "Yeah. Grand. What brings you two here?"

"Simply a visit for me," Ozemir answered. Neville smiled at that.

"Check up," Kaego confirmed.

"You gave me a check up the last time I saw you… it wasn't that long ago," Neville replied with an eye roll.

"I'm here now. I've been giving all the new blood checkups. Just in case."

"Just in case we poisoned ourselves without you around, because we're that stupid, " Neville returned sarcastically. Ozemir raised a brow while Kaego nodded surprisingly.

"You haven't by any chance tested any potions made by the twins recently?" Kaego asked, ignoring Neville's bitter sarcasm.

Neville snorted. "No way."

The healer sighed in relief and stood. "Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it hasn't been tested long enough to be completely sure… anyway, let us go to your room, and we'll get started."

Ozemir accompanied them upstairs and waited in the sitting room while the other two disappeared into the Mar'raeh's bedroom. After three quarters of an hour, Kaego finally reemerged and because the healer had taken so long, Ozemir had already been worried before he even caught sight of the troubled look on Kaego's face. "What is it? Is Neville alright?"

"The baby's aura is a dark orange going on red," Kaego responded quietly. "This indicates stress but Neville denies he feels anything out of the ordinary. He insists everything is alright and doesn't understand why the babe isn't stress free."

"That's… not right," Ozemir murmured. "He didn't look fine when we first stepped into the garden."

"It's worrying," Kaego agreed with a nod. "Even after the last battle, which was a long one, the aura had only been a darker yellow, which is normal during the circumstances. This isn't normal. He's had time to rest…"

"It's not physical then," Ozemir surmised. "It must be mental."

"Most likely, but there is always a chance it's still from the last battle and the stress of that only now catching up. Whatever the case, I've confined him to bed for the rest of the day and will return in the morning to see what else must be done for them. This didn't make him happy at all."

"I'll cheer him up."

"I'm sure you will," Kaego responded with all confidence, smiling.

Kaego left after that and Ozemir went in to Neville, smiling when he saw the young one's scowl.

"This is stupid! I'm fine, Ozemir!"

"No use yelling at me. I'm not the healer with the orders. Now lie back and tell me what's on your mind," Ozemir said as he pulled up a chair to sit beside the bed. "What's on your mind beyond the fact you've been told to stay in bed for the rest of the day?"

Neville glared up at the ceiling. "I was going to do some gardening."

"You can do that tomorrow."

"Right, because there's nothing else for me to do."

Ozemir smiled understandingly. "Neville, it's not forever. You should take this time and enjoy it. You've done so much already. It's not as if you've been laying about all this time you've been in the realm. Relax. You're going to have a baby!"

Neville remained silent, but he did nod with a small smile and then it sort of flattened after a few seconds. "How am I supposed to relax when Dudley's been avoiding me?" he asked finally.

"Has he?"

"He says he's busy with work, and that's true. But not completely. I know my mate."

Ozemir leaned forward to rub Neville's hand. "Of course you do."

"It's frustrating because I know it's a lie and yet I don't know why. I wish I could still feel his emotions."

Ozemir only nodded. He suspected it would have been a good thing at this point. Because then Dudley would feel how his distance was affecting his mate and he was sure the builder would have stopped and come clean about what was bothering him. This was probably one reason why Neville was stressed. That and Neville's need to continue to fight for the realm even in his condition. The Scholar smiled. The new blood really was stubbornly determined.

"I suppose I could talk to him for you," he suggested.

Neville smiled. "No thanks, Ozemir. It's not that big of a deal. Besides, our parents are coming back soon and we'll be going into the city… I'm sure it'll be alright."

Ozemir hoped so.

Dudley, along with Neville, Alice, and his mother, had gone out for some shopping and sightseeing. Neville and their moms were in a shop looking over baby toys and Dudley had ducked out moments ago- or more precisely, he fled- and was pacing back and forth in front of the other shops several yards away. He paced back and forth, hands curled tight in his hair with his eyes trained on the cobbled street, and trying to keep from biting all the way through his bottom lip in worry.

He and Neville were married. He and Neville were about to have a baby. He was only seventeen, for fuck's sake! Was he ready for this? Would he ever be ready for this? What had he been thinking when he'd been impatient to have Neville pregnant? How could he be a father when his own had been the worst parent ever?

Months ago, he would never have pictured himself with someone like Neville, never imagined he'd be married… or a Dark elf. It was that… being a Ukatae that had him so impatient to see Neville with child. He suspected the same could be said for Draco. It was their instincts to lay all types of claims on their submissive mates. It was the animal instinct again and right now Dudley was cursing it when before he'd never regretted being turned.

Not to say Dudley wasn't happy with his life, because he was. He was just scared now. And Neville… Neville was perfect. He was sexy and cute. Smart, funny, strong, just all around brilliant and Dudley didn't think he deserved his mate. Would probably always feel like that. And now they were going to have a baby. A girl… what did he know about babies? What did he know of girls? What the hell did he know of being a father? His own father had been a bastard… would he be the same?

A hand dropped heavily onto his shoulder and Dudley literally jumped he was surprised so much. He'd been so completely lost in his panicking thoughts he hadn't sensed any approach. He turned to find Rodolphus there, smirking at him. The smirk dropped away when he noticed how wide and terrified Dudley's eyes were. The two of them had bonded more the last couple of months. It was hard not to when they worked so much together, not to mention the fact Rodolphus was his mother's mate and seemed to cherish her. Treated her like she was a queen even. Complete opposite of how Dursley had treated her. He and Rodolphus were friends now, but they still teased each other, because honestly, it wouldn't be the same without the teasing and baiting.

"Something has you worked up," Rodolphus muttered, eyeing Dudley carefully. "What is it?"

Dudley swallowed thickly, his eyes shooting back to the shop Neville and their mothers were in, and then back to Rodolphus. "Neville's pregnant," he finally said.

"Yes. He's been that way for the last few months. Surely you knew. It's hard to miss his stomach now days…" Dudley glared and tried to move passed him back to the shop, but Rodolphus caught him. "Really, what is bothering you?"

"I don't think I'm ready for this," he murmured. "What if I turn out to be like my father?"

"I don't have children, Dudley, but I've heard no one is really ready for it. And you are nothing like your father. I see more of your mother in you."

"You never met my father, so how would you know?"

Rodolphus conceded he made a good point. "Why don't you go and speak with your cousin then. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to talk about it with you."

Dudley knew that was true, and he had been thinking about visiting with Harry. He'd even contemplated talking to Draco. But on the other hand, he felt weak thinking about going to them with his problems. "I… I just need to think some more. So," he said with false cheer, smirking at the elder Ukatae, "ready for training?"

This effectively derailed Rodolphus' need to help Dudley and soon he was stuck listening to the bitching of Rodolphus Lestrange. Strangely Rudo's grouching calmed him and he was able to go through the rest of the day acting as if nothing else was wrong. He in no way wanted Neville to catch on about his panic attacks.

"Gather round! Not too close," Brumek instructed, smirking as the obviously nervous Ukatae who slowly formed a wide circle around Harry and Draco at his command. Beyond them, leaning against the far wall were the Ukatae who had been living in the realm for some time. They were all grinning and laughing at the nervous expressions on their parents' and family's faces as they followed the warriors instructions.

Lucius sneered at the younger generation and then looked at Brumek. "Do they need to be here?"

Brumek smirked. "I think they'll be a good incentive for you all to do your best. You wouldn't want to look weak in front of your children, now would you?"

Draco snorted, and then quickly averted his gaze when his father speared him with a look.

Over against the wall, Pansy leaned into Ginny. "How funny do you think this is going to be?"

"It's going to be hilarious. They're going to be speechless by the time Harry and Draco are done. I expect Lucius to try and get away first," Ginny answered. She looked to Tom, Hermione, and Luna for their opinions, but those three were silently watching, with only a bit of the amusement they felt shining through.

"No. It'll be Rodolphus," Dudley said with certainty.

"I think you're wrong," Similae said quietly. "I think the Emperors will astound and impress them so much they'll want to be able to do it too. They'll be filled with pride and will want to make the family look good by being able to do it as well."

They spent a moment of silence thinking that over and then everyone could see Similae made sense.

"This is going to be so good," Neville murmured. "Harry and Draco haven't sparred since before we left on the campaign."

Falde cleared his throat loudly and gave the lounging young ones a pointed look. Fred pressed his lips together and mimed locking his lips up before sending a wink his mate's way. Falde narrowed his eyes before turning back to the elder new blood. Most of them looked particularly nervous. Much of that probably had to do with Brumek's sadistic grinning. Falde moved and walked around the large circle, eyeing his new trainees critically as they eyed Harry and Draco who were in the middle, standing still and watching each other.

"You all chose to be turned," Falde started in a loud clear voice. "Which means you chose this as well. You're here now and this is my territory. I don't care who you once were, you will listen and obey orders now. You will show respect to me and your trainers. When you train, remember you are nothing more than children here. Is this understood?" This question earned several glares and bristling. Falde stopped behind Lucius. "I believe I asked you a question."

The gang, not surprisingly, giggled and called out with, "yes, sir!" They were the only ones who looked completely excited about starting to train. Ginny slumped against her mate and covered her mouth to muffle her laughter.

Falde stepped into the middle of the circle and eyed particular males. "If you cannot or will not follow my instructions, I will make your lives a living hell. So I ask once again, do you understand what I've told you? I want to hear a yes sir!" he barked.

Fred sighed. "He's so hot like this."

Lucius opened his mouth and it was clear by the look in his eyes that it wasn't to say a "yes, sir". Falde had been watching for this and was in front of the blond in seconds. He grabbed Lucius' hand and thrust his huge sword into it before releasing his weapon and stepping back. Lucius would have fallen over from the surprising weight had Sirius not been there to steady him. Falde snatched back his weapon with a superior curl of his lip.

"That is why you must do this. Do you honestly think you will last a month here if you can't physically protect yourself? How do you expect to protect your babies," then he turned to the rest of them, "I'm still waiting for a yes sir!"

Tom finally laughed. Severus looked as if he would rather stab himself in the eye than respond and Lucius looked like he would rather stab Falde in the eye. Finally though Falde received the acknowledgment of his words, even if some of the "yes, sir's" were very grudging. But it was a start and Falde stepped back out of the circle.

"Watch Harry and Draco. Observe their movements. By the time Brumek, Ozemir, and I are through with you, you'll be able to do the same." Falde waved to the two inside the circle to begin.

Harry grinned and turned back to his mate. Our father is seething mad.

Severus and Rodolphus too. Children, he called them. Ha!

Harry laughed out loud and produced his dragon sword, dropping the tip to the ground while Draco did the same with his broad sword. They moved at the same time, but instead of attacking, they began to trek around the circle, always facing each other, teasing expressions on their faces while the tips of their blades carves out designs in the dirt as they moved.

The anticipation of their upcoming fight was just as enjoyable as the actual fight would be. It had been a long time since they were able to spar, to allow their competitive natures to take hold against each other. The elves around them no longer existed at the moment; the world had dwindled down to just the two of them.

"Scared?" Draco finally asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Harry laughed a deep low laugh that sent goose bumps down everyone's spine, including Draco's. "You really wish, lover."

It was true, Draco was a bit nervous. His lover had been out battling for months. It was a given Harry would be better at sword fighting now than he was. Still, he wasn't going to make his nerves obvious. "Come on then," he taunted.

"After you. I insist," Harry returned, grinning brightly while they continued to circle.

"Someone start, for Hirsha's sake!" Brumek snapped.

And Harry struck; moving so fast no one really saw him move. Draco only managed to block his shot and push him back at the last moment. The shock sent a pure shot of adrenaline through him. He grinned widely and shot forward next, dodging Harry's quick thrust, spinning in a circle and making Harry have to quickly block his shot by first knocking his blade away and then flipping back to gain some room for maneuvering.

"Not so fast!" Falde instructed. "Let them see you first until their eyes have adjusted to your movements. I will let you know when you can release."

Lucius and Severus shared a look. They were well acquainted with how fast Draco could move, having seen him and his sister battle. But it was apparent Draco and Harry fighting was going to be another matter all together. His sons were practically thrumming with giddy excitement and power. He could also see small signs of wariness around Draco's eyes, which meant he was uncertain of Harry's abilities now. Looking over to his husband, he snorted. Sirius' mouth was open in surprise. Really, he hadn't seen anything yet. The gang was watching enraptured with narrow eyes, while the Lestrange brothers watched with a sense of excitement that was not portrayed for the rest of the world to see. Frank and Arthur looked dubious. Lucius felt the same. He didn't think he'd ever be able to wield a weapon like his sons were doing.

Lucius turned back to the fight; they had begun to circle each other again after Falde- the bloody bastard with the nerve!- commanded they take it slow. Draco started the next assault and it was slow, his thrusts easily followed as well as Harry's blocks. It was clear the two were annoyed they had to go slow. They utilized all sorts of moves, the same as Draco and Hermione had months ago; not using just their swords, but their fists and legs as well.

"Pick up speed!" Falde called after several minutes.

The rapid pace of clanging swords increased as well as their arm movements. Sparks were flying everywhere, and the group around the fighters had to squint their eyes to keep up. Each thrust and parry was far too close for Lucius' comfort. Their swords moved like liquid through the air; down, up, around. Each assault seemingly thrown to be lethal, but quickly blocked. Lucius felt his heart beating faster. They were exquisite in their fighting; like an exotic lethal dance. The precision in which they attacked and blocked was flawless. Lucius still held doubts, but he also found himself wanting to be able to do that. Looking around, he saw similar expressions on his fellow trainees' faces.

Soon Falde could a halt to the sword fight. He had to shout out a cease three times before Harry and Draco adhered to his order. "Stow away your swords and face each other."

Harry licked at his busted lip as he slipped his dagger back in place and watched Draco do the same. His blond lover looked a little irate. That probably had to do with the black eye he now sported.

"Hand to hand," Falde ordered them. Draco's eyes flashed and now Harry found he was the wary one. Draco was the better at this form of fighting. "Start now!"

Fifteen minutes later Falde called the mini battle to a halt and Draco and Harry seemed disappointed they had to stop. In fact, after a few moments, when the warriors had turned their attentions back to the new trainees, the two Emperors were back at it. Harry straddled over his lover, punching Draco in the stomach, and Draco retaliating by clipping Harry's jaw and sending him off. The two were snarling at each other, going back and forth between all out brawling and using the martial arts they'd been taught. They looked severely pissed off, their dark features completely taken over, but the young Ukatae watching knew they weren't mad at each other. They were reveling in the fight. Enjoying it to the fullest.

Kaego hissed in annoyance as he watched them continue to cut and bruise each other. Vendyl, who stood beside him, glanced at him curiosity. "Who do you think is going to have to heal all that?" Kaego demanded.

"They can heal themselves," the Saen reminded his mate. "You've been in an irritated mood recently, Kaego."

"How kind of you to have noticed during the very few seconds we spend together every day," Kaego snapped.

A grin flashed across Vendyl's face. Kaego missed this as he was still watching the young ones fighting. Though he didn't miss it when Vendyl turned and placed his forearm against the wall next to the healer's head to lean in until his chest was pressed against his mate's side. To Kaego's utter shock, Vendyl dipped his head to brush his lips against his neck before lifting his lips and sucking the lobe of Kaego's ear into his mouth.

And when Vendyl's lips slid over his, Kaego was too shocked to do anything but melt into the kiss, which was a far sight hotter than anything Vendyl had instigated before. Vendyl shifted until he was standing in front of him and Kaego gripped his arms tightly to keep himself from falling, his legs had suddenly gone weak.

Kaego didn't know how much time had gone by, but he was suddenly aware that all the young ones were staring at them. Or more precisely, staring at Vendyl. By this time Harry and Draco had been ordered to stop fighting again and Harry had caught sight of the shocking scene of Vendyl being amorous with his mate.

Falde, Brumek, and the new trainees weren't paying attention though. Brumek was speaking to his new recruits, instructing them before they would be made to run more than they had ever run before. Vendyl didn't seem to notice any of this. He was too busy burying his nose into Kaego's feathers while his hands were wandering around Kaego's hips to his arse.

"Vendyl," the healer whispered, his voice shaking with both want and annoyance. "Aren't you supposed to be on guard? We're being watched!"

"Why are you so angry?" Vendyl breathed, apparently having heard none of Kaego's words.

"Vendyl," hissed Kaego, shoving at his shoulders. "Let me go!"

The Saen pulled back only slightly to stare at his mate's face. And instead of becoming deterred by the show of fangs and obvious hostility from Kaego, the Royal guard smirked and tightened his hold, his nostrils flaring and he deeply breathed in the scent. Kaego started growling and his claws appeared.

Across the way, Harry's mouth fell open in shock. Not only from Vendyl's actions, but Kaego's as well. The healer looked ready to claw his mate. "What's he doing?" Harry whispered. "What's gotten into them?"

"Vendyl's not in his right mind," Draco returned, softly touching a bruise on his cheek. "It's like…" the blond trailed off when the Saen leaned closer and brushed his fingers over his mate's wings. Draco snorted, understanding. "The pheromones."

Harry's brow furrowed. "But… the pheromones are always there. Vendyl's always been controlled though."

"Harry. Kaego is acting violent and Vendyl is all over him like he's enjoying the violence. What does that sound like to you?"

It took a moment, and then those green eyes widened. "Oh!"

"Back off!" Kaego snarled, drawing their attention just in time to see the healer claw Vendyl across the chest. The Saen stumbled back and stared down at his chest. Watched as blood leaked through his torn tunic. He didn't seem angry at all, just curious. And then his attention returned to his mate and he was grinning; a look of hot anticipation on his face. Harry wasn't sure what the Saen would do next, but he never got the chance to do anything. One of the twins collapsed to his knees then; head hung low and chin dropped to his chest. A clear pained whimper tore passed his lips as he fisted his hands into the dirt ground.

"Fred!" cried the other twin. Harry was already rushing over to where George had dropped down beside his brother. The warriors immediately stopped instructing and turned to the other side of the Arena.

Falde was across the large expanse in half a second. "Kaego!"

The healer hissed and shot a dirty look at his mate before turning and going to the young one. Draco noticed Vendyl looked put out, but said nothing. Though his eyes were trained on his mate's arse and was completely ignoring the four scratch marks across his chest. As Draco and the elder Weasleys jogged over to the group now huddled around Fred, the blond could make out spots of blood appearing on the back of Fred's tunic and realized what was happening. Fred's wing sacks needed to be cut out.

"Don't you dare lift me up like you're planning," Fred hissed to Falde when the warrior moved to do just that.

"You would only aggravate his back more should you do that," Kaego muttered and pulled Fred up by his arm and wrapped it around his shoulders while Falde did the same with Fred's other arm. Fred leaned against Falde's side as the warrior and healer Shadowed out of the arena with him.

"He'll be alright," Harry said to Molly and Arthur who were standing there looking worried. "His wings need to be cut out. It won't take very long and then he'll be pain free… you know how it is, Molly."

Once that was said, Brumek barked that official training was to begin and everyone was to start running. Molly allowed her husband to reluctantly drag her back to the others of their group at the back of the arena where the starting line was.

After another moment of silence, everyone turned back to Vendyl. Harry walked up to him and pointed to his chest. "Um… you should probably get that healed."

"It can wait," Vendyl replied stiffly. He looked embarrassed.

Harry grinned and nodded in a placating manner. "Yeah… sure. Well… you can also have the rest of the day off."

Vendyl looked surprise for a moment, and then a truly evil look crossed his features. The Saen bowed and quickly disappeared. Harry smirked and nearly wished he could see that battle, but he was soon distracted by strong arms wrapping around him, and Brumek's loud bark of, "START RUNNING!"

The moment Kaego stepped into his apartment and shut the door, he was grabbed and thrust roughly back against it. "You clawed me," Vendyl growled against his mouth. Kaego was jerked from the door and pulled down to the floor before he could respond. Vendyl straddled him and began tearing at Kaego's tunic with one hand while the other messed with the clasp of his trousers.

"I told you to move back," Kaego hissed, trying to shove Vendyl's hands off him. Though he didn't try to shove his mate away when he was suddenly being kissed again. Kissed urgently and without restraint. It was only when Vendyl's hand slipped into his pants and grasped him did he pull his mouth away with a hiss and bucked his hips, trying to dislodge his mate.

"I can't," Vendyl panted, burying his face against Kaego's neck. "I won't stop. I can't…" Vendyl bit Kaego's neck, drawing a pleasured shout from his mate as was continuously stroked. The Saen didn't draw blood however, and simply went about making a dark mark, occasionally running his tongue to catch the blood running down Kaego's neck.

Kaego continued to try and dislodge him; but his wriggling, growls, and hisses only spurned his mate on and the Saen was well able to divest Kaego of his clothing in short time. Vendyl dragged him up to his hands and knees after; with Kaego's harsh pants echoing in his ears, the sight of Kaego's wings continuously twitching and urging him on to claim, his mate's glistening body calling to him…. He leaned over Kaego, pressing his chest against his mate's back. "Kaego?"

The healer turned towards his voice; his usually warm eyes were smoldering and sharp. Kaego lifted his arm. His hand circling Vendyl's head, claws sinking into his mate's scalp and smashed their lips together. He spread his legs farther apart when Vendyl nudged against him. He was growling for it and Vendyl wasn't in the mind to make him wait. He understood that if he did wait, he'd find himself with more injuries.

It was a long time after when Kaego saw to the scratches on Vendyl's chest. They hadn't moved off the floor yet and Vendyl lay on his back with an arm behind his head, watching Kaego with half lidded eyes. Kaego was still annoyed, Vendyl thought. Still anxious, still lovely. Catching the grin on Vendyl's face, Kaego hissed at him.

"Don't look so pleased with yourself," the healer muttered as he hovered his palm over the scratches. "You've been… you've been really very cocky since you and Falde made up."

Vendyl remained silent. Kaego lifted his eyes to meet his mate's and frowned. Vendyl looked completely unrepentant. He looked… happy. And even though Kaego was still annoyed, he couldn't help but lean forward, trapping his hand between himself and Vendyl, and laying his lips on the smirking ones. He wanted more of Vendyl's cocky kisses, as opposed to the tentative, soft, and unsure kisses he was used to. Vendyl didn't disappoint and moved his arm around Kaego's back, trapping the healer against his chest.

Kaego felt Vendyl was trying to apologize for the short time they always had together. And reconciling with his brother had done him good. Though it was only slowly and the changes were small; but there were changes just the same. Kaego was thrilled and tried not thinking of his own brother when he thought about his mate and Falde. And Kaego noticed, in turn, his intimate advances on Kaego were more assured than before, for his kissed back just as passionately, when before he'd always started off tentative and soft.

Yes, even though he was still annoyed, he was very happy with the way things were turning out.

The night of the first of many Balls to be held was upon them and everyone was off in their quarters preparing for it. Within the Royal apartment, Harry's delighted laughter echoed around the bathing room as Caellum continuously kicked his little legs in the water while he was being held against his mother's chest. Harry was crouched low enough that the tepid water of the bathing pool reached the center of his son's chest and Caellum was having a grand old time trying to see how wet he could get himself and his mother without having to go all the way under.

Harry and Draco had decided to share a bath with their son before they had to leave for the Ball since Caellum would not be joining them, and this was the first time Harry had been able to bathe his son at his leisure. Draco, already having washed, was behind them; reclining back against the edge with his arms spread out; his head tipped back and eyes closed as he meditated, trying to clear his mind. Preparing for tonight when he would need to travel through a sea of minds, seeking out traitors.

Neither was too worried. Draco would discover the traitors and Harry hadn't had any bad dreams or feelings. So if an attack was imminent, he was sure they were well able to deal with it. Frankly Harry thought Demai'Tah might not attack. It would be obvious to do so. The ex clan master would have to realize the new blood was expecting an attack and would prepare for it. Then again, Demai'Tah liked to play, so anything could happen. Harry just had to keep thinking and hoping they were ready for any kind of game he may put into effect.

"Ready for a quick dip, love?" he asked his squealing son, pulling him away from his chest to turn him around so that they were face to face. Caellum gurgled happily, his gold eyes alight with excitement. "We'll go together. A few seconds." Harry cradled Caellum against his chest and ducked under the water. As he promised it was only a couple of seconds and Caellum came back up sputtering and laughing, hands waving all over the place; his black hair dripping and plastered against his head and the sides of his rosy cheeks. "Such a good boy. Not afraid, are you?"

"Ma ma! Da da da!"

"Caellum's not afraid of anything," Draco drawled behind them; no small amount of pride in his voice.

Harry made a sound of agreement as he drifted backwards until he bumped into Draco's chest. The blond immediately wrapped an arm around him to keep his husband perched on his lap. Keeping tight hold of Caellum with one arm, Harry reached over with the other to grab the soft baby sponge that seemed to always have soap in it.

"I could not believe Vendyl was acting like that in front of everyone," he said as he began to run the sponge over Caellum's hair, working up a nice white lather.

Draco cleared his throat. "I can. Honestly, sometimes Ukatae instincts are a bother… who wants to shag a person who's in a vicious murdering mood? Or at least in a vicious murdering mood aimed at you! No one, that's who! Only we can't help it because your bloody wings drive us insane! There's only one thing on our minds when you lot get that way. You're pissed off and yet you're flapping those wings like there's no tomorrow. You want us to stay away and yet not. We can't help ourselves."

"Oh, poor you," Harry sarcastically consoled. "Poor poor dominates. All us submissives should feel bad because you have to shag in order to breed…"

"Hey! You aren't the one who comes out with scratches and bites and cuts all over the place."

"Draco," his mate said very softly but with an edge, "who's the one who in the end has to push out, admittedly lovely, but huge babies?"

"He wasn't that big."

"Shut up, Draco," said Harry in a quiet voice that had Draco thinking he was toeing the line of Harry's good mood. So he shut up. Harry started lightly tugging Caellum's soapy locks. "Look, Caellum! Your hair is white! Just like Ozemir's!"

Caellum squealed and continued to splash about as Harry handed the sponge off to Draco and continued to wash his son's hair while Draco started on Caellum's neck and chest. Caellum adored the undivided attention from both his parents and it made Harry and Draco smile broadly at every happy squeal, laugh, and splash of water.

"I'm relieved Hoihm and three other Saen are staying behind with the babies. The nannies are okay, but I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving all the babies here with just the nannies. Father was having none of it until the Saen were promised to stay."

Draco nodded before planting a soft kiss on Harry's shoulder. "I thought it would be better that way. Falde and Vendyl agreed since we'll have a number of warriors attending the Ball, as well as more warriors posted around the area."

"I'm so excited! There's so many people I've wanted to meet. Tihac's family and Brumek's family. And supposedly Ozemir's parents are going to be there even though Ozemir will not approach them. He never does. He and his parents never acknowledge one another."

"Falde told me… Falde told me Ozemir has siblings. A brother and sister he knows nothing about."

"What? Really? There's something Ozemir isn't aware of?"

"Falde says Ozemir doesn't pay much attention when it comes to his parent's side of the family. He's only concerned with his cousins. Suppose it was easy for his parents to keep his brother and sister a secret from him."

Harry began chewing on his bottom lip. "Who?" he asked after a moment.

Draco grinned against his shoulder. "I'll let that be a surprise too."

Harry huffed at that, but resigned himself to the fact he would have to wait a few hours before receiving answers. He lifted Caellum's legs so Draco could reach there and wash and tickle the little prince's feet. "Since there's no more Kibosh, don't you think Ozemir can talk to his parents now?"

"Ozemir told me once a baby is given over to the Kibosh, there is no more contact with the family… perhaps he doesn't want to know them."

"I guess…" But that didn't really sound like Ozemir's character. Harry turned his attention back to Caellum and moved a little away from Draco. "Ready for another dip, baby? We need to rinse off. On the count of three then. One. Two. Three!" and he dipped them again, lasting several seconds longer than the first, keeping his eyes open and on his son. Caellum was remarkable. He stared back at his mother under the water. His mouth firmly closed and tiny little bubbles leaving his nose. He was so composed under water that Harry hurried and with one hand, ran his fingers through his son's hair to rinse out the soap before rising to the surface.

"You were under longer than I expected," Draco murmured. He didn't sound too pleased. Harry was staring Caellum, who was back to babbling excitedly.

"He was just looking at me. I think he was holding his breath too… is he old enough to know how to do that? To know that you should do that when under water?"

"He probably wouldn't have been half as calm if your face hadn't been right in front of his." Draco then took Caellum and told Harry to finish washing. He would see to Caellum and have him taken to the nursery where the other Royal babies were being held for the night.

Harry nodded and leaned over to kiss Caellum's nose before reaching for the soap he liked to use. He turned just in time to see Draco step out of the bath, the water falling off his body as he went, revealing his back and that drool worthy arse, followed by the sculpted legs that gave Draco the strength and stamina to keep him thrusting into Harry until he thought he would literally shatter. Harry shivered and quickly turned his back, chastising himself for drooling over Draco when the blond was carrying their son.

The Ball was being held on an island; the largest of the Cymae Isles where the crystal temple was located. Center of the island stood the temple; tall, majestic, and erect like a guard, high of blue and clear crystal shining like the brightest of stars. Harry and the rest of his party stood on the beach with slacked jaws, just staring at it for the longest time before Falde ushered them to the vessels that would take them to the island.

The new blood separated into two groups and boarded the two Royal barges awaiting on the dock to whisk them across the lake. Falde was the last to board and Harry watched him standing on the dock, eyes clear and sharp as he studied the surrounding area, studying other guests who appeared and were on the other public docks waiting to take the less extravagant barges over as well. The Commander turned and pierced his brother with a look and the Saen nodded. Harry smiled. He was really glad they had made up. Turning, Harry pinned the three sitting across from him with a grin.

"So, what did you three bring for the night?"

Similae grinned, but remained quiet. Fred cleared his throat and looked at his mate from the corner of his eye. Falde had a warning look on his face as he took his place beside him. Fred turned to Harry and tried looking innocent. "Don't know what you mean, mate." George didn't even try to look innocent.

Draco snorted and watched as the other Royal barge began moving. Lucius, Sirius, Severus, Hermione, Pansy, Blaise, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were on that boat. "Look at Uncle Sev," he told Harry.

Harry turned and focused on the other barge, and then laughed. "Looks like he's going to be sick."

Hermione was beside Severus, rubbing soothing circles over the scowling elf's back while Sirius was laughing at him and trying to rock the barge.

"Cease this instant, mutt!"

Lucius leaned over and murmured something into his husband's ear. Sirius immediately scowled, but ceased in his actions. Lucius then smiled and leaned against his mate, grasping onto Sirius' forearm. This seemed to placate him a little.

Harry turned away from that barge to look beside him. Alice sat directly beside him and Neville sat squished in between her and his mother-in-law. Dudley sat next to his mother and looked annoyed at having been shoved to the side away from his mate. Neville didn't look any better than Severus. The Mar'raeh was leaning back, staring at the island's shore with wide eyes, a green face, and a hand held firmly over his mouth. Harry frowned. Kaego hadn't really wanted Neville to come tonight, but his friend had been adamant almost to the point of violence that he could and would attend. No one could get him to change his mind. Harry understood that if he'd forced the decision, he would have done a lot of damage to his best mate's self esteem and pride. So he'd allowed Neville to do what he wanted with the knowledge that Neville wasn't going to be alone. He'd still be surrounded by family.

Harry turned away from his friend to gaze at the quickly nearing temple. He was impatient to arrive. Brumek, Ozemir, and Kaego were already there and Harry was desperate to get to the Scholar. He was a little worried about Ozemir and wished Falde had told his cousin about the siblings he had before they came here. It was bound to be some kind of shock. Harry hoped it wouldn't be a terrible one. He was also insanely curious as to who it could be. He wasn't sure why he was so curious since he didn't know them, had never met them, but it was probably because they were Ozemir's siblings. Aside from that, he just wanted to be with Ozemir and lend his support if needed.

His attention returned to the people in the barge, frowning at Falde. "You should have told him before."

The talking stopped and everyone focused on Harry and then Falde when they noticed where his glare was aimed. Harry ignored the slight squeezing of his hand.

Falde turned and looked at the temple. "Perhaps. I didn't know how. I was unsure how he would react. He… doesn't like to speak of his parents."

"Do you see them? His parents? Do you associate with that part of your family?"

Falde's upper lip pulled back in a silent snarl. "No. Not since they gave their first born away," he replied in a hard voice. Harry looked at Vendyl where the Saen stood at the end of the barge near the captain. Vendyl shook his head. He wasn't close with his cousin's parents either. Harry had a suspicion the ostracizing had to do with the family ethics of that certain clan. Falde being a warrior of the realm, Vendyl a Saen, and even Ozemir had been a royal Scholar despite also being an assassin. There was a lot of honor to the realm held in their family clan and Harry imagined it didn't go over too well with the rest of the clan when Ozemir's parents chose to give their son up to the Kibosh, even if that occupational clan had been under the Royals thumb at some point. The fact was, when a baby was given over to teh Kibosh, it was never done by force. It had always been the parents decision. There was a story there, within Ozemir's family, that Harry was itching to know.

Soon the barges docked at a private pier located at a hidden spot away from the public docks. Falde and the Saen were the first to leave the barges and made a fast sweep around before allowing the Royal Family to debark. As Harry followed after Neville and his parents, he caught the narrowed look his mate was giving him.

"What, Draco?"

The blond's narrowed eyes swept him from head to foot before meeting his eyes. "You need to put a cloak on or something more."

Mentally rolling his eyes, Harry caressed his forest green high collared cloak and shook his head. "Already have a cloak."

He knew what the problem was. It was the formal attire he was wearing. It was more than usual- well in this case, less. Less material anyway, he thought with a grin. He was wearing the very height of Ball fashion- in the male submissive department- which left very little material covering his arms and stomach. In fact his arms and stomach were void of fabric and the top of his torso was covered in a tight sheer sparkling gold material that collaborated with his green cloak and green wing markings perfectly. His trousers were exactly like the ones he wore on at his wedding, except they were the rich green of his cloak and rode a little lower along his hips. Harry's cloak was a splendid affair with both black and gold lining and it trailed along five feet after him. He adored the thing. But his favorite accessory was the little black snake curled around his neck with shining green jewel like eyes. Lovely would no doubt gain many compliments during the night.

"I'm not the only one dressed like this," he reminded his jealous and coveting mate, pointing off at Similae and even their father, who had surprisingly been happy to adopt the Ukatae fashion. And Sirius wasn't complaining one bit.

Though, Harry thought smugly, none of them had the fabulous cloak he had. Fred wasn't dressed like that though. He looked exactly like his brother, dressed in fine burgundy Ukatae robes with sparkling blue jewels sewn into the seams. Harry suspected this was because he and his brother wanted to look the same and it wouldn't be right for George to wear something in the same style his mate was wearing; also the fact that Falde probably wouldn't have been comfortable with Fred showing off so much skin. They were newly bonded, and Falde was liable to make many scenes in regards to the attention Fred would no doubt garner.

Harry's gaze went back to Similae, and as a lover of males, he appreciated the view. Similae's hair was down for the night and his ensemble matched the color of his wings and hair. He also had gold and silver to offset the rich blue of the material. George wasn't acting like Draco. In fact, George looked suitably proud, if not a little lusty (which was usual) and he didn't seem to see anything or anyone beyond his mate. Lucius had gone white and silver for the night and Harry had a feeling the only reason why he was wearing what most of the other male submissives were wearing was to get at Sirius and tease him nearly to death. By looking like that and not allowing any type of PDA.

"Harry! Are you seriously checking Father out?" an annoyed voice hissed in his ear.

Harry giggled and turned into Draco, turning innocent eyes up at him, batting his eyelashes. "Surely not."

Ozemir stood off to the side of the Royal dais, watching as the guests crowded into the Ballroom from the four double doors at the opposite side of the room. He stood there with excitement written all over his face as he watched the room quickly filling. Occasionally bouncing on his toes when he saw someone familiar.

After a time, when he spotted the two who had conceived him come through the doors, he felt almost nothing. He never felt anything for them. Since he was a child, anytime he came across them, they always acted as if he never existed, and he could understand. It was the rules of the Kibosh. They ignored each other. It was safer for all of them that way. He hadn't ever needed them. Falde was more his father than anyone. Father, mother, brother… Falde has sought him out when he was only ten years old and made sure they kept in contact over the years when they both had time.

Ozemir lifted a hand to run his fingers through the white hair which he had left down for the night. He did, however, often mentally thank his mother for passing on her beauty to him. Ozemir was just snorting to himself when a petite male hurried in through the doors, lifting a hand and calling out. His parents stopped and turned at the call. The elf had pale blue hair, tussled fashionably and hanging down to his chin, and he looked remarkably like both Ozemir's father and mother. Narrowing his eyes, Ozemir saw the boy had the same shade of eyes as Zohrek. For some reason, this had Ozemir's heart beating rapidly.

The Scholar pulled in a shocked breath when the elf reached his mother and kissed both her cheeks before embracing her and then embracing his father. Ozemir narrowed his eyes upon seeing the love and pride on his parent's faces. And then he realized all at once, when the elf took his mother's elbow to lead her further into the room, that this elf with the blue hair was their child. And that meant…

"How can this be?" he whispered, wondering how he could have never known. It was worse knowing that instead of just being ignored, he had been replaced. Worse than that, he'd had a sibling he never knew about. Someone he was never able to get to know. To grow with. If he'd known, maybe he would have tried getting close to his parents.

He didn't realize he was crying until a salty tear slid into the crease of his mouth and he licked it away. Hastily he backed away from sight, moving off the dais into the room connecting to it, never once realizing he was being watched the entire time he watched his family.

Ozemir sensed the Royal family coming and hastily wiped the tears away and plastered on a goofy grin, but when he turned around, arms went around him and he was immediately drawn against Falde's chest. He broke down and grabbed onto Falde's robe.

"How could they? How could… They really did forget me!"

Falde ran his hand down Ozemir's hair. "Ozemir, no one could forget you."

"They have another son!" he wailed, ignoring the fact the new blood family was standing all around them in stunned silent. "I have a brother! I didn't know, Falde! How could I not know? I'M SUPPOSED TO KNOW EVERYTHING," he wailed.

He felt Falde drop his chin upon his head before the warrior sighed and tightened his arms around his shaking cousin. "His name is Aerin."

Ozemir went very still before jerking away from him and staring with wide eyes, again barely registering the others around them. "You knew… all this time?"

"Ozemir-"

"You knew!" he screamed, violet eyes turning to gleaming red.

"Yes, I knew."

"And he-"

"They," Falde corrected warily, "they do not know of you, Ozemir. Your parents have kept you a secret from them as well."

Those gleaming red eyes immediately dimmed back to violet and tears filled them, falling freely without restraint.

More than one. He had more than one sibling. More than one replacement. He was such a disgrace that his parents hadn't even told them of his existence. And it wasn't the fact that he had siblings… it was the fact they had been kept secret. He couldn't have expected his parents to never have any other children… why had he never thought of it before?

Not one person in the room could stay stoic against the pain clear on the Scholar's face. Every heart in that room ached for their Scholar. It was Harry who broke against it first and moved towards Ozemir. He couldn't stand the tears. "Falde's right, Ozemir. No one could forget you. Who would want to forget you?"

"You're brilliant!" the twins called out. There were murmurs of agreement from everyone.

Severus surprised everyone when he stepped forward. "You're our family now."

Ozemir ran a shaking hand across his cheeks, gave a shaky smile, and allowed Harry to embrace him. He looked at Falde from over the brunet's shoulder, staring at the elf's pained expression. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to keep you happy. I thought you would be better off not knowing, especially when you were still bound to the Kibosh. I never meant to hurt you. But tonight… I think it's time you met your siblings and they know you. You would like them, Ozemir and I know they would adore you; their characters are so much like yours."

"What is going on? Do you all plan to stay in here all night and delay the end of this thing?"

All eyes turned towards the door leading to the dais. Brumek stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking hassled. Ozemir managed a real grin. No doubt his mate was annoyed to be there. Brumek took one look at his face and his scowl morphed into a worried frown.

Brumek shut the door and was across the room in an instant. "You've been crying."

"I'm alright."

The warrior shook his head and grabbed Ozemir around the waist to lead away into a corner. Falde cleared his throat and looked around at the family. "Everyone ready to make your entrance?" he had some nods. "Vendyl, you and your Saen take your positions. The Family will follow shortly and we'll begin to seal the temple."

Before anyone could move, someone knocked on the door. Falde strode across the room to answer it himself, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he opened the door. Taera stood on the other side.

"Commander… Cousin," she greeted him with a small curtsy. "I would like to speak with Ozemir."

Taera had a smile plastered on her face that she didn't mean in the slightest. She was happy to be here, adored things like this and would enjoy a break from battle, but she had a bone to pick with her parents. They kept many secrets and a few months ago she had discovered one very big secret, and tonight would be the first time she had the chance to confront them about it.

After making the initial discovery, that secret was confirmed when the babies were brought to the camp. She'd been inexplicably drawn to the Scholar's child and when Taera finally touched him, she instantly recognized family. Taera hadn't confronted Ozemir at the time as they had barely come into contact with one another while he'd visited the Highness and Mar'raeh. And she had kept her distance on purpose, not sure how to broach the subject with him.

She had done a lot of watching though and it had been a pleasure watching Ozemir from afar; watching him laugh and smile, and seeing his absolute adoration for the young new blood. Taera couldn't understand why her parents kept him a secret? Why had they turned their back on such a person as Ozemir the Scholar? Deeply felt, Taera was certain Ozemir the Scholar wasn't the same as Ozemir the assassin. He couldn't be. And his reputation preceded him. She'd even had a class taught by her older brother at the Academy… why had she not felt the connection then? Why hadn't he?

Taera was glad she knew now. She wanted to get to know him. She wanted it very badly. And she was assuming Ozemir knew nothing about their relationship. The very few times they had met face to face, Ozemir studied her without any sort of recognition. He was such a pleasant person to be around…. And to think he was the mate of the Second.

She laughed under her breath at that thought as she moved into the mostly empty Ballroom. She'd come early in order to be able to stand back and observe. It was something she always did before joining in to socialize and dance. Taera took note of every single person who came through the door, recognizing most of them. It looked like every high bred Ukatae would be attending this night.

Pulling her eyes away from the doors and the gathering crowds for a moment, her gaze swept around the massive Ballroom and pulled in a breath when she spotted someone standing in the shadows upon the Royal dais. Ozemir stood there, his eyes wide in excitement as he did the exact same thing she was doing. He was dressed beautifully in light violet from head to foot. His pants weren't very tight and swayed along his long limbs as he shifted excitedly from foot to foot. But his top was very tight and the material looked to have been wrapped around his torso like a full body bandage. And starting at his waist was a gold chain that was actually did wrap around his torso. Over all of it he wore on a long violet robe. His hair was down, but he'd pulled the front strands out of his face to be clipped by something sparkling at the back of his head.

Soon Ozemir's eyes stopped roaming around and zoomed in on one particular spot. Taera followed his line of sight and found he'd located her parents. Just seeing them had her lips pinching into thin lines of disapproval and disappointment. She turned away from them to continue and study her brother. There wasn't really anything in his gaze when he looked at them. Less interest than he gave perfect strangers actually.

And then at the same time his eyes narrowed, Taera heard a voice that was very familiar. She turned once again to find Aerin had finally arrived and was making his way through the crowd to their parents, and now Ozemir's unaffected gaze blazed into both disbelief and nearly instant understanding. Only seconds passed before she spotted the silent tears making tracks down his cheeks. Taera keened softly and pressed her fist against her heart, seeing the pained surprise upon his face. He really hadn't known, she thought desperately, and watched as he fled from the dais into the adjoining room.

Taera turned away from the door and looked back to her family. Her brother was looking all around, in all the shadows, searching her out as he was well used to her habits concerning places like this. He spotted her and an immediate smile lit his face. She returned it as best she could. They hadn't seen each other in so very long and she'd missed her little brother terribly. Aerin must have seen something on her face, for he was frowning after another moment and waving her over.

She signaled she would be with him in a moment and turned away, stepping out of the shadows and heading towards the dais. She stepped up and hurried to the door. She didn't want to be seen on the dais and be reprimanded for it by Tihac, or anyone else for that matter. The dais was strictly for the Royals. For a moment she only stood outside of the door, trying to calm her shaking hands. Finally Taera took a deep breath and knocked, having an all encompassing need to comfort her long lost brother immediately.

She was both relieved and wary when she was suddenly faced with her eldest cousin and Commander.

"Commander… Cousin," she greeted, remembering she didn't need to be so formal with her him in these circumstances unless he stated otherwise. But she did curtsey. "I would like to speak with Ozemir."

Taera shifted to look around him and spotted Ozemir in the corner with Brumek. Her brother was looking at her with wide red puffy eyes and she gave him a soft smile before returning her gaze back to the elf standing in front of her. Falde seemed to sag in relief before he stepped aside to allow her into the room. Her eyes widened a moment later when she realized the entire Royal family was inside.

"Taera! It's you!" Harry exclaimed.

"Forgive me for intruding. I… I wanted to properly meet my brother. I did not realize there were so many in here…"

Harry beamed such a smile and looked to Neville, who's smile was just as big.

Fred and George looked at each other. "She's the one Bill was going on and on about. He kept saying her smile was exactly like Ozemir's."

Lucius leaned in towards Severus and sneered a little. "She has pink hair and wings…"

"Not now, Lucius."

"She's cute," Fred whispered to his brother and George nodded.

Taera ignored all this and was looking at Ozemir. Her heart was still in pain from having witnessed his shock and tears at seeing their parents greeting Aerin. Falde cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and gestured that everyone should leave to take their places on the dais. Taera remained where she was until she and Ozemir were alone.

And then she finally approached him and grasped his hands immediately, making his violet eyes widen in surprise. She smiled and rose on her toes to kiss both his cheeks before throwing her arms around him. "Had I known before, I would have sought you out, brother. Aerin and I never knew you existed."

Ozemir's arms wrapped around her, his face against her shoulder. She could feel him crying against her, but didn't mind as she felt tears stinging her own eyes. "You don't know about me," he whispered. "If you did, you would never have come to me so easily."

Taera pulled back to look into her big brother's face and smiled. "Do you mean your association with the Kibosh?" she questioned.

Ozemir's eyes widened and she nodded before taking his hand and leading him over to a lounge where they sat. "Upon my last visit to the homestead I discovered your existence. I discovered why our parents never spoke of you, never announced Aerin and I had another sibling. I learned why our parents pressed me so firmly to join the legions. They led you to one end of the spectrum and wanted to make up for it by putting me at the opposite end."

"But…"

"Around the same time I learned you were my brother and one of the Kibosh, I also learned you were a new blood guardian and their trusted Scholar. I knew Falde must have known about you because I have never known him to speak to our parents except for the one time when I came across our cousin arguing with Father. I only heard a small portion. He was trying very hard to convince them that Aerin and I should be told about you… at the time I didn't know what he was talking about. Now I do."

Ozemir smiled. "Falde was never happy with them for choosing to give me away to the Kibosh, but he couldn't stop it once the choice had been made. It was what Chezho and Merae wanted and he couldn't go against them in the end." Taera nodded. "And you… you're not disgusted with me?"

"You are my brother," she said. "And you are no longer a servant of the Kibosh. Perhaps… perhaps I would think on it longer if you were still a slave to that clan," she went on truthfully, and Ozemir appreciated that honesty more than she would ever know, "for Aerin's sake. But there is no reason to keep apart now. Is there?"

Ozemir smiled a goofy grin and shook his head. "It took Brumek a little more time to get over it."

Taera rolled her eyes. "Well… our Second is surely set in his ways. Is he a good mate?"

Ozemir nodded vigorously. "Oh yes! It helps that I've loved him since I was a boy! Since the first moment I laid eyes on him."

Taera smiled softly. "That's very romantic."

"He didn't like me at all," Ozemir laughed. "Called me a stupid nuisance and all things in between… tell me about you!" he said excitedly. "Harry and Neville have been going on and on about you. About how much they like you." The Scholar paused and looked at her closely. "They say you take care of them. Mother them."

Taera blushed a little. "They're so young, Ozemir. So very young and yet exceptional. And I can see how they pine away for their mates. The pain is almost tangible."

"That happens with soul mates."

Taera nodded and then stood, holding out her elbow. "Would you do me the honor of escorting me this evening?"

Ozemir bounced to his feet and let her entwine their arms. "Yes, of course! Knowing my mate, he'll desert me and hide in the shadows all evening."

Taera laughed. "He does like to do that, doesn't he? Alright then…Would you like to meet your brother now? I haven't spoken with him in nearly a year. I've missed him." Ozemir bit his lip and Taera squeezed his arm. "I promise he will love you. He will be happy to know of you. Just as I did, he grew up sensing there was something immense our parents were keeping from us… Aerin's a bit wild. Not very disciplined…" She smiled a smile just like his. "I've heard you were the same way at his age."

"Still am… or so everyone who knows me is quick to point out at every turn."

"Shall we approach from the back?"

"Yes. It will give me a chance to check the perimeter as well and look out for late comers. A moment," he murmured and pulled away from her and crossed the room to where a mirror hung upon the wall. He lifted fingers to his puffy eyes and began to lightly prod and Taera watched him manufacture a glamour to hide the evidence of his crying.

When he decided he was perfect, they left the room and entered a corridor lined with glowing crystals which led back out to the private docks. Ozemir and Taera walked around the temple, past the public docks and to the main entrance of the temple, talking softly all the while.

Harry and Draco were the last to leave the antechamber, following a minute after Neville. Before leaving the room, Harry looked over his shoulder at Ozemir and Taera, who stood feet apart, watching each other. Harry wasn't worried. Taera would never make Ozemir feel bad. She had sought Ozemir out after all, and she looked genuinely excited to speak with him. Harry was glad it was Taera. And now looking at them, it should have been obvious. That's probably why Draco had sounded so amused in the bath earlier. He knew how much Harry liked Taera.

The moment he and Draco stepped out onto the dais and strode over to the two thrones to sit, the entire assembly moved to show respect; the males all dropped to a one knee salute, while the females gracefully curtsied, bowing their heads and drawing their skirts away from their legs with one hand while the other hand curled over their hearts. The assembly remained that way for some time while Draco and Harry took the opportunity to study those present on the ground floor and those up on the balconies.

Draco sat in the throne with an almost unconcerned air; resting one elbow on the stone armrest, cupping his chin in hand while one leg was stretched out lazily. He would have seemed completely relaxed if it weren't for the coldness of his expression. Harry sat rigidly straight and put on a demure expression, looking out across the crowd with half lidded eyes. They didn't move for several minutes. During which Draco was swimming through minds, telling Harry who needed to die immediately without being taken for questioning. But they had to wait until the doors had been shut and sealed. Already there had been two elves who'd been apprehended even before entering the Ballroom as they'd passed through the first doors into the temple. Those doors were charmed and it was discovered they were wearing glamours.

Finally, Ozemir appeared through one of the double doors at the back with Taera. The Scholar waved a signal, Harry stood, and every single door around the room shut and sealed simultaneously, causing a murmur to escalate through the place. Harry's demure expression morphed into one of childish excitement.

Draco lifted a hand. "You may stand," he ordered and the assembled rose and straightened. Draco marveled that no one seemed to mind they were made to pose in those submissive positions for minutes on end. At least no one outwardly showed their distaste and impatience.

"Thank you all for coming and welcoming us to the realm," Harry began in a clear voice, ready to jump right in and start. "You might have noticed the doors are now shut…" he nodded when everyone began looking around for some type of explanation. "Yes. I will explain. We decided to have the first Ball here outside of Borsteria for an explicit purpose. That purpose," he purred, eyes boring into several Draco had already mentally pointed out, "is to greet those who had the audacity to ignore an Imperial summons to the capital city. Ignore or send excuses. If you have nothing to hide, you would have answered the summons. If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to worry about here tonight."

As he moved to step off the dais with his long green cloak trailing after him, Draco stood and came around to stand beside him. Tom and Hermione soon followed. Harry waited until all three were beside him before going on. Most of the assembly edged away from the steps without actually trying to look as if they were doing so. But some of the guests held ground with their heads held high. Most of them were innocent in a non treasonous way. But some of those were definitely trying to put up a front because they weren't innocent. Harry set his sights on a female. The she elf stood there, looking every bit as haughty as he'd seen Narcissa Black look. With the same crinkled nose as if she smelt something dirty. After Draco's information, he was willing to bet she was catching her own scent.

"Isn't it true humans under the age of sixteen cannot be turned to Ukatae?" he asked clearly, eyes solely on the female as he withdrew his dagger and had it transform to his lovely blade. Many of the guests quickly backed away from her, this time not even caring to be subtle. "I've been told it's impossible. It would mean the death of the child, wouldn't it? Human children will burn from the inside should they be subjected to Ukatae blood. Especially non magical children. Is this not true?" Harry smiled and pointed his sword at the elf maiden. "Answer me."

"Some consider this to be true, yes," she drawled with the dip of her chin.

"Highness," Draco hissed.

"Highness," she added.

"Only some?"

"Others believe it can be done, Highness."

"Yourself included."

"No, Highness. I've only read the research."

He took another step closer. "I know what you've been doing. Stealing children from the human world. Changing them." Harry paused, hearing a pained gasp from the back. No doubt from Ozemir. "Hoping to raise a young very subservient army for Demai'Tah. The children… they've been dying under your care, screaming in agony while you stand back and take notes. Children as young as three years old. Babies," he growled. "And all of them defenseless."

"H-highness, I do not know where you've attained your information, but I assure you, it's wrong."

Harry went on as if he hadn't heard her. "I don't need to take you in for questioning," he spoke musingly. "We know everything you know, everything you've been doing… so that leaves us just one option for your treason and inhumane actions against defenseless children. I cannot abide abuse of children," he ended softly, eyes as sharp as his blade spearing towards her and the female then knew he wasn't bluffing with the information he had.

She tried to run; but really she had nowhere to go. Especially not when Falde, Brumek, Tihac, and other warrior guests appeared behind her to block her way to the sealed doors. Harry leapt into the air and landed on her back, not even hesitating to drive his sword into the back of her neck.

Draco turned his head slightly and raised his hand, gesturing to the left side of the Ballroom. Dudley, Blaise, and Pansy broke rank upon the dais and stepped down, each separating into the crowd, each with a target in mind. The crowd was literally frozen, watching this and watching others on the dais- Fred, George, Similae, and Ginny- do the same, separating and heading down the middle and off to the right at some unspoken signal. No one moved, afraid to draw attention to themselves. Neville sulked from where he stood beside Harry's throne… until Luna came up and entwined their fingers, sending him a soothing loony smile.

Harry backed away from the dead female and waved a hand over himself, cleaning his outfit of any blood he'd incurred. "Bitch," he hissed quietly under his breath and then turned to Falde. "We need to send people immediately to that house. It's in the human world. Russia."

"It will be done, Highness."

"Maybe we can save some of them. They're not all dead yet."

"Harry," whispered Falde. "Do not get your hopes up."

Harry nodded. He knew how unlikely it would be for a human Ukatae below the age of sixteen to have survived long after being changed.

The cleansing passed relatively quickly after that. Their family had been given a target before they'd even left the palace in Borsteria and each target was quickly taken. Most were apprehended and taken to dungeons as they had more information to provide. Draco saw many had lots of insightful things to explain. Only three others needed to be killed and his siblings quickly took care of that right after announcing to their subjects why they were being put to death immediately. There were several others who hadn't even attended the Ball that needed to be seen to, but again, that could be taken care of at another time.

Once it was all done, Harry and Draco returned to the dais, while the rest of their family remained out in the crowds. Harry was grinning childishly as he sat and scooped up his mate's hand. "That was fun!"

A smirk curved Draco's lips as he studied the currently speechless guests. Most had no idea what to make of them. They were shocked the Emperors had chosen then and there to take care of traitors, but they were also impressed that the Emperors seemed to know things they couldn't possibly know. There was one elf, however, that had Draco glaring coldly. He wasn't a traitor, but the things he was thinking about his mate… it was not to be tolerated. "You! Come here!" he demanded, pointing a finger at the elf near the dais. The elf pulled his cold narrowed eyes away from Harry to look at Draco. "Yes, you. Come."

When the elf stopped in front of the dais, Draco turned to Harry. "He seems to think you are not fit to be Emperor. Not controlled enough. Easily led by your emotions…"

Harry's eyes widened and he looked genuinely hurt. Draco would have believed the look if he didn't know his mate so well. Harry stood from the throne and placed a hand over his heart. "Really? You think I'm too emotional?"

"Perhaps," Falde growled from beside the elf, "you are unaware this is the Warrior Emperor."

"Falde, it's alright. We can all be honest here," Harry laughed then, his eyes going bright and a little insane. He moved until he was standing in front of the elf, smiling down at him. He lifted a hand to caress lovely, who awoke with a hiss. "Honesty is alright." Isn't it love? Lovely hissed back an affirmative. Murmurs spread through the Ballroom like wildfire.

The elf's eyes widened as he watched the Emperor speak to the snake, and yet despite his fear, he spoke clearly and indeed, honestly. Harry respected that. A little. "Yes, I think you are too emotional. How can we expect you to rule when you obviously do not work by sound logic and reason?"

"Hmm, yes," Harry nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. Falde sighed and began to edge away, knowing what that crazed green eyed look meant. He had no wish to get any more blood on his robes. Even if he could instantly vanish it. "Crazy. That's what you're saying. I'm crazy. Do you think I'm crazy, lover?"

A slow smile worked across Draco's face and he leaned forward in anticipation, his fingers curling tightly around the crystal armrests. "A little," he breathed. "It works."

Harry nodded, staring at the now shaking elf before him. "You see. It works," he hissed. "You don't see how it could work?"

Before the elf could respond, Harry swung his sword and the elf cried out, clutching his right shoulder and staring at the ground where his severed arm lay. "Oops!" Harry giggled. "Was that too emotional? It probably was. However," here he raised his voice, "I'm also the Emperor and I've been putting my life on the line every day for my people and will continue to do so for the rest of my immortal life, so you should probably RESPECT THAT!" he bellowed in the elf's pale and pain crippled face.

Way behind at the back of the assembly, Ozemir sighed happily. "My little youngling. How I love him."

Draco then stood, ordered someone to take the elf away with his severed arm and then announced the Ball could begin. Things were strained for a little bit, until Harry yelled out there would be no more maiming and killing.

Someone yelled out, sounding suspiciously like one of the twins, "Sure about that, Harry? You sure you've got it out of your system?"

"Yeah! I'm ready to mingle now! Dance and get pleasantly drunk!" He then ordered everyone to have fun so that he could start on the getting pleasantly drunk part.

Someone else yelled out, again, one of the twins, "don't have to tell me twice! We'll join you!"

Several people laughed at this and it was as if the ice had broken. People began to move and mingle and the orchestra above on the balcony began to play.

"Harry will probably have that elf's arm healed," Ozemir said thoughtfully. "Otherwise he would have just killed him outright."

Taera nodded and watched as the blond Emperor disappeared behind one of the thrones, pulling Harry with him. Ozemir tsked. "No restraint."

Taera pulled her eyes away from the dais to search the guests for Aerin. Soon she found him standing with their parents. They had yet to spot Ozemir and Taera, though she could see her mother searching for her since she hadn't seen her at all that night. "Ready?"

"I will not speak with your parents," Ozemir murmured.

"The Kibosh is gone. Surely it's safe."

"They could have come to me after the Battle of Borsteria. To talk and to let me know I had siblings. They haven't. They intend to continue to deny my existence and I will do the same. I ceased to be their child the moment I was given away to the Kibosh. That is the way, Taera, and it doesn't matter if that clan has been destroyed."

Taera searched his face a moment before nodding in acceptance. "You stay here then. I will return shortly with Aerin."

Ozemir nodded and watched her walk away, smiling as he studied her. He had a beautiful sister. Taera had decided to dress in a strapless yellow gown that flowed around her legs like water as she walked. Not many could pull off wearing very pale yellow, but she did splendidly and she looked just as comfortable and assured in a lovely gown as she did in her warrior armor.

Soon enough she returned with their little brother. Aerin was smiling pleasantly, obviously preparing for Taera to introduce him to one of her acquaintances as if she'd done it before. She probably had.

"My son has your eyes," Ozemir whispered, as they were right in front of him. Aerin was actually a few inches taller than he was. This irked Ozemir somewhat.

Aerin continued to smile, but looked to Taera. Obviously wanting some sort of explanation.

"Aerin, this is Ozemir."

"Yes. He's the Royal Scholar. Everyone knows of him."

Taera sighed and shook her head. "The proper response would be 'a pleasure to meet you', Aerin. Really, where are your manners?"

"I'm not sure," Aerin looked off. "Perhaps I left them near the refreshments."

Ozemir laughed at that, delightfully amused.

"Aerin, does he not remind you of anyone?"

Aerin's gaze returned to Ozemir. "He looks like… mother," he murmured and narrowed his eyes. "You both have the same smile. What's going…" his eyes widened and he was looking behind them. Ozemir spun around. A wall of family had taken place behind them. Harry, Neville, the twins, Hermione, and Ginny. They were all watching flatly. They all reeked of protectiveness. Aerin flushed and bowed.

Harry came forward to stand beside them and looked at Taera. "Where are your parents?"

Ozemir smiled widely at Harry and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I know what you mean to do, young one. And no, you cannot."

"I only wish to speak with them."

"Harry, no," Ozemir replied flatly.

"But…"

"We will speak more on this later. In private," Ozemir said firmly. Harry sighed and nodded, only departing when Ozemir nudged him and the rest of the protective ex Gryffindors away. He turned back to his brother to find him staring in awe.

Taera noticed his look. "He is a new blood guardian, Aerin. Stop looking so shocked that they would follow his orders… Aerin, are you listening?" she questioned when Aerin's gaze traveled away from her to follow the Emperor's departure. "Aerin! Focus, please," Taera sighed as if she'd said that a million times before.

Aerin's attention snapped back to her with a grin that had Ozemir giggling. His little brother was flighty and knew it too.

"The Second is standing right behind you, glaring," Aerin murmured quietly. "Did you disobey orders or something, sister?"

Ozemir huffed and turned to face Brumek, who indeed was glaring with his arms crossed over his chest. "Brumek, honestly!"

"What, Scholar?" he snapped back. It was plain he wasn't going to say he was standing there behind his mate as an emotional guard. But that's exactly why he was there.

Ozemir smiled in understanding. "Shouldn't you visit with your family? You said all your siblings would be here tonight."

"I haven't found them yet and at this point, you are more important."

"Go find them. I'll join you soon… They aren't about to hurt me," he went on and then laughed. "As if anyone could."

"Not physically," the warrior growled and Aerin retreated a step.

Ozemir moved to his mate, placing his hands on the warrior's hips, rising on his toes to press his lips over Brumek's and grinning when the warrior flushed at the very public affection. "I'm fine now. I promise."

Brumek looked like he wanted to disagree, but finally nodded and also departed. The show of protection from all the new blood as well as his mate had Ozemir feeling like a bright shining star. Even if his brother didn't accept him.

Taera touched Aerin's arm to gain his attention. "Let me be blunt. Our parents have been keeping something from us."

"Yes. We've talked about that already, Taera."

"They've been keeping Ozemir a secret. Aerin, he is our brother."

Aerin did nothing but cock his head and study Ozemir. He then moved and started circling the Scholar, eyeing him critically. Ozemir was actually at a loss for words. He expected a tirade, denial, or… or something! But not this calm calculating that bordered on acceptance already. "It makes so much sense," the younger elf muttered as he continued to study Ozemir and then came to stand before him. "You have father's height and mother's beauty, as well as the blasted light hair we've all been cursed with."

"Aerin!"

"Don't sound scandalized, Taera! I've heard you ranting about your pinkness before!"

"When I was a young one," she replied through gritted teeth.

"I happen to adore how I look," Ozemir responded, running his hands along his sides appreciatively. Aerin ignored that.

"I mean, why couldn't I have blue hair like him? Dark, at least! Not this powder blue," Aerin complained, pointing to an elf through the crowd. Ozemir turned to find Aerin was pointing at Similae.

Ozemir laughed. "Similae would say the same about your height…"

"I've seen him before… he was a boy though, last I saw. Though suppose he hasn't grown all that much…" he looked like he was going to laugh, but was interrupted by a deep furious voice.

"Aerin, Taera. Come away. Now."

The three siblings turned to find their parents standing there. His father had spoken. He wasn't looking at Ozemir at all.

Taera's wings fluttered in annoyance. "Father, how wonderful to see you again."

"Yes. Come, we shall catch up."

"Why? Are you afraid we'll discover our relation to the Royal Scholar? If so, too late, Father." Their mother paled. "Did you know you have a grandchild?" she went on, sending a frigid smile to her mother. Aerin turned to Ozemir and smiled brightly, which clued the Scholar in that Aerin had indeed accepted him without actually saying it. "Ozemir is mated to the Second. Did you know that as well?"

The two remained silent and stony faced. Taera sighed and turned back to her youngest brother. Aerin dipped his chin as if receiving a silent message for a moment later he touched Ozemir's arm. "I would like to get to know you. Why don't we go walk around while Taera visits with Mother and Father."

Ozemir nodded without looking at the two elder elves. "Your mother and father," he muttered just to make it clear he felt nothing for them.

"Of course."

Taera was no longer smiling and Ozemir could see she was waiting to be alone with her parents. She was a High Lieutenant. She held command and he knew she would utilize that when speaking with her parents.

Aerin seemed satisfied to let Ozemir lead him around and they discussed the beginning of the Ball for a while in between visiting others. Soon Ozemir spied his mate standing with his entire family. Corae spotted him first out of that group and waved wildly at him. Aerin told him he didn't mind going over to them. Ozemir smiled gratefully and steered them in Brumek's direction.

"Are you really mated to the Second?" Aerin asked as they neared the family.

Ozemir laughed. "I don't go around kissing just anyone."

"Should I say congratulations or give condolences?"

Ozemir looked at him, saw the teasing smile, and laughed. His laughter drew Brumek's attention and the warrior turned with a glare. Aerin hesitated further, but Ozemir grabbed his arm. "Pay his scowls no mind. It's involuntary." Aerin snickered at that.

"Ozemir!" Corae greeted happily and quickly embraced him. "I'm so happy to see you!"

Ozemir returned her warm embrace and returned her sentiments as well. She then quickly moved over and introduced herself to Aerin. Haedya was next to embrace, a little less exuberantly, but no less warm and following her was Dillek, who easily ignored Brumek's warning growl. Ozemir then turned his attentions to the brothers he hadn't met yet while Haedya greeted his brother. Ozemir found his eyes widening and mouth parting slightly.

They were as tall and broad as Brumek. And just as fine looking. They towered over their father. The only one who didn't was Dillek and Ozemir suspected this was why he always sought attention. He was the only one out of four brothers that was of slight build and average height. Ozemir liked that Dillek didn't seem bitter about it in the slightest. Sahr and Renael looked a little more inviting then Brumek ever did when meeting new people, but their faces were blank as well until Brumek reached over to entwine their fingers.

"Your brothers are handsome," Ozemir said with a breathless laugh. Brumek's scowl deepened, which in turn caused Renael and Sahr to thaw more. Ghosts of smiles crossing their faces as they continued to study him. And even Taosek looked amused now, which kind of threw Ozemir. But then again, Taosek was probably trying to cover himself after being mean to him and having Draco make it clear he'd been displeased at his slighting.

One of the brothers stepped forward. He had black hair like Brumek's, but it was short. And his eyes were a dark blue. The elf lifted his hand palm out to Ozemir. He mirrored the actions. "Sahr," he murmured. "It's good to finally meet you. Corae and Haedya have told us nothing but good things."

"The pleasure is mine, really."

Sahr's smile grew warmer and backed up to allow the next brother forward and he introduced himself as Renael. He had gleaming copper eyes and bright auburn hair. The same color as his deceased mother and Haedya.

"I am upset we couldn't see Zohrek this evening," Haedya remarked when Renael backed away.

"The next Ball is in Borsteria. You'll be able to see him then. All the Royal babies will be formally introduced into society then… He's crawling now!"

Corae beamed. "That's wonderful!"

Renael frowned in confusion. "All the Royal babies? I thought there was only one."

"No. There are… well, technically there are six, but one hasn't been born yet. The Mar'raeh's babe will be born in about two months… And as for Zohrek, the Emperor's have dubbed Brumek and I as part of the family, and that makes our little one a Royal baby," Ozemir explained with a proud smile. One in which Brumek mirrored, to a slighter degree.

"It is not necessary to wait until the next Ball. You could visit the homestead before that if you like," Taosek suggested. Brumek and Ozemir looked at him in surprise. Ozemir didn't know if he were trying to cover himself, or if Taosek genuinely had a change of heart concerning him. Before anyone could say anything on that, Dillek came forward, his attention completely on Aerin now that there was a lull in conversation.

"Who's this then? Whoever you are, it is a pleasure," he purred.

Aerin laughed at him, which in turn had Ozemir laughing. Dillek didn't seem insulted. Ozemir suspected he never was when it came to flirting with strangers.

"Dillek!" someone called excitedly.

Dillek's attention was instantly averted and his flirty smile morphed into a genuinely blissful smile. "Fred," he returned softly as he brushed passed to go meet with the redhead; using such a tone that it had Ozemir's brow raising. He would know that kind of tone anywhere. Love. Oh dear, he thought.

He turned back to Brumek, who seemed to have missed the whole thing. "This is my brother, Aerin… was it alright I told them that?" he asked as an afterthought. Aerin looked like he was about to nod, but his rude mate cut in before Aerin could reply.

"Why would it not be?" Brumek demanded. "He is your brother and he should get used to the idea. It is an honor," he growled to the elf who shared his son's eyes.

"Brumek! It's not any of your business," the Scholar chastised before turning to Aerin, who was watching the Second with wide wary eyes. Then he blinked and looked at Ozemir.

"It's alright, Ozemir. I am your brother. I do not plan to hide it like my parents," Aerin replied firmly to Brumek before looking at his brother.

They shot each other identical bright smiles. Brumek groaned and rolled his eyes. Not long after, Aerin was then approach by some of his friends and was pulled away, but he promised Ozemir he would come find him later.

Brumek held out his arm slightly and Ozemir immediately latched onto it, smiling blindingly up at his mate. So brightly that Brumek forgot for a moment he was standing in front of his collected family and smiled back… until his brothers started chortling under their breaths. Ozemir ignored them and pressed the side of his face against his mate's muscled arm with a contented sigh.

Seeing the clearly besotted look on the Scholar's face, Sahr turned to Renael and murmured lowly, "that is not fair. He didn't even want a mate."

"You don't deserve him, brother," Renael said to Brumek, grinning.

Brumek smirked smugly. Haedya gave all her brothers looks. "Ozemir is standing right here. Please do not speak of him as if he weren't here."

"It's alright, Haedya. Their interactions are amusing. I'm happy to be here!" he burst out.

Brumek rolled his eyes, but it was only halfheartedly. "You're happy anywhere and everywhere, idiot."

"Don't call me an idiot, Brumek," Ozemir stated softly, though his wings fluttered in agitation, drawing attention. "I'm brilliant!"

Brumek sighed and ran a hand over the feathers to soothe them. "Fine," he smirked. "You're halfway brilliant."

Ozemir sniffed. "Brute."

The flutter of his wings drew in Haedya and Corae's attention and the two went about praising his beautiful white feathers with the violet markings. Of course Ozemir preened and then gave back as good as he got in regards to wing complements. Brumek sighed and gave his smirking brothers a long suffering look. They weren't inclined to help him at all.

Across the Hall, Harry and Draco were being led around by Falde, and Harry was finding it decidedly amusing that a path was created for them wherever they went. He was grateful also, since that kept people from trampling on his cloak train following their wake.

Suddenly Falde stopped and stared off the side, his eyes narrowed. Harry peered at his face and then followed his gaze before snickering under his breath. Fred had found Dillek, or vice versa and they were in deep conversation, standing nearly chest to chest and laughing together. Knowing that Falde had nothing to worry about and the fact he could feel the rage building in the warrior, Harry turned his attentions elsewhere and spotted Tihac. Harry was assuming he was with his mate, as she was on his arm. And conveniently nearby was Taera in accompany with whom he assumed to be her mother and father. The bastards who'd given Ozemir up to the Kibosh and the sadistic clan master.

Harry lay a hand on the Commander's forearm and tried to pull him along towards Tihac, but Falde was rooted to the ground and didn't seem inclined to go anywhere. "Falde," he hissed softly. "I would like to meet Tihac's family. Now," he added, jerking on the warrior's arm.

Falde curled his hands into fists and gave a jerky nod before changing directions and heading toward the General, glancing over his shoulder more than once to where Fred was standing.

Falde's jealousy is amusing, Draco thought as they went along.

Yeah, but also dangerous. I don't think Falde is too inclined to share… in any capacity.

They finally came to stand in front of Tihac and his bonded and both responded to their presence by showing formal greetings. Harry smiled and studied the General's bonded mate. As always with their kind, Shreya didn't look very old. In fact she looked no older than sixteen- so innocent looking like Luna- which means she must have been barely of age when Tihac was forced to change her in order to save her life. Her skin was a flawless caramel, eyes slanted yet wide, and traced by black eyeliner. She also had a round ruby situated between her thin sculpted eyebrows.

Once when he was very young, Harry remembered standing in the hallway of the Dursley home, peering around the corner while Dudley was in the living room watching a film called The Jungle Book. Shreya looked exactly like the girl at the end who lured Mowgli back to the human settlement. Well, not exactly like her, but the way she looked it was clear where she'd come from. Her gown tonight also had a touch of her ancestry and Harry liked that very much. He saw many around had fashions that reflected ancestry.

Just as Harry was going to compliment her, Shreya beat him to it. "You look lovely tonight, Highness. Your cloak is magnificent, and your snake… beautiful!"

Harry at once blushed and stared at her in a little shock. She had a high pitched voice. Not high enough to be annoying, but after being around Tihac so much, the knowledge that the General's mate sounded like a little girl was strange and funny. He would give anything to see Shreya reprimanding her mate and him cowering under that small voice. "Thank you. You look very lovely too. And it's very good to finally meet you. General Tihac has told me much about you."

Shreya smiled and looked up at her towering mate. Tihac kept a blank face. "Has he?"

Harry grinned and nodded. "Yeah. He's told me and Neville many stories."

Shreya's smile widened and Tihac cleared his throat, looking away and raising a hand, beckoning someone closer. He then turned back to engage Falde in discussion, pointedly ignoring the rest of them. Probably to keep from being embarrassed. The look in Shreya's eyes told Harry she enjoyed teasing her warrior mate. Harry mentally laughed. That seemed to be the case of most elves who had warriors for mates.

I would love to see the workings of that relationship, Draco thought in amusement. She's tiny next to him. Sounds it too. In her mind… she's intelligent and also very nice. And it doesn't look it, but Shreya is also very stubborn.

Harry grinned, happy that she was so. He nodded to Draco and then went on to ask Shreya about her work. She was an artist and much of her work could be seen around the realm. Very soon they were joined by three others. Two males and a female, all whose height outstripped Shreya. But by their skin tone and the way in which they greeted the General and his mate, Harry realized these three were the couple's children. Shreya and Tihac made beautiful children. The two boys were strong silent types, and the girl was flirty and open, pleasant as well. Though she batted her eyes at Draco once and Harry pierced her with a look, which shut that type of action down fast. Shreya caught sight of the act as it was happening and quietly chastised her daughter after Harry's look. Draco thought it hilarious. Until he caught one of the sons eyeing Harry in the same way.

Harry grinned beside his frosty husband and turned to the General. "Have Neville and I missed anything fun?"

Draco rolled his eyes before sending his mate an exasperated look. Tihac chuckled lowly. "Not particularly, Highness. Since you've left the only real action we've seen was here tonight. And how is the Mar'raeh? Keeping healthy?"

"Suppose that's good then. No casualties for us." Tihac nodded. "As for Neville, he's fine…" Harry allowed his worry to show in his eyes a little, knowing Tihac would pick it up, but no one else who didn't know him very well would. Tihac dipped his chin a bit to acknowledge his silent message. "Have you two discussed Taera and the catacombs?" he went on to ask Falde.

"I have. Excuse me," the warrior murmured, and swiftly left the group, heading straight for the last place they'd seen Fred.

"And? Will it be a problem, Tihac?"

"No, we have three other High Lieutenants and I expect to gain many of the new recruits and Reserves who've just finished basic training. I'll have the pleasure of having Brumek's brothers in our camps."

Harry laughed, pleased. "I'm sure they're not as bad as our Second." And he was very pleased with the knowledge that Taera was Ozemir's sister. If she and Ozemir went to search these relics, that would give the two time to bond.

A swift wave of loud murmuring suddenly washed through the Ballroom and it was then Harry remembered where Falde had rushed off too. Afraid the warrior was in the process of killing Dillek, Harry's gaze zoomed back over, only to find Falde leading Fred through the crowds quickly by the hand, with Dillek nowhere in sight. Most eyes were on the two.

It was then Taera approached with her parents; she was smiling excitedly- Ozemir's smile- while the two behind her looked wary. They should be! "Highness," she exclaimed, "is it true? Has the Commander found his mate? Does he really have a mate?"

Oh, so that's what everyone was talking about. Harry nodded and laughed, pointing to the couple where Falde was in the process of pushing Fred out of a side door.

"You've just made a scene," Fred said once he and Falde were alone out in the corridor off the Ballroom. He smirked at the dark look directed at him. "And don't you dare try and forbid me from seeing or talking to Dillek. He's my friend and you need to get used to it."

"I must be hearing wrong," Falde growled. "I could swear you are standing there trying to tell me what to do."

Fred crossed his arms and grinned playfully, but his eyes were sharp and clever with determination. "Not trying," he corrected. Falde growled and prowled towards him. This only made Fred's grin widen. "You look gorgeous like this, Falde," he said, gesturing to the warrior's formal military robes.

"Do not try and change the subject."

"I was only stating a fact."

A giggle from down the hall caught their attentions, and then a light voice said from the darkness, "he's trying to get into the Commander's pants."

Someone groaned in exasperation. "Luna, honestly. Please pay attention. I'm trying to get under your—don't come any closer, Fred, you nosey bastard."

Fred snickered as he eyed the dark shadows, thinking those shadows were probably made by the Dark Lord. Fred couldn't see beyond ten feet in front of him. He then turned back to Falde. "You had to pick an occupied corridor."

"You two are supposed to be out there!" Falde barked into the shadows.

Luna giggled. "My wing sacks molted!"

And Tom ended with a breathless impatient, "piss off or I'll throw every Dark curse I know at you!"

Fred snickered. "What's the problem anyway, Falde? It's not as if we were touching."

Falde turned and began walking back to the door. "We're not talking about this here."

"You started it. You pulled me in here."

"The dancing portion has started," Falde stated as if that made any kind of difference and left the corridor. Fred stared after him, blinking in confusion and disappointment. He'd wanted a snog badly.

"Have fun!" he called to the couple surrounded by shadows before following after his strangely endearing mate. Falde was nowhere to be seen though upon leaving the corridor. The guests had backed away from the center of the room to allow space for dancing. Fred stood outside the door, watching the dancing for a bit.

Harry and Draco were out there. Harry looked very comfortable in Draco's arms. Pansy was also out dancing with whom the family had realized was Ozemir's little brother. She was speaking to him as they went about and he looked both pleased and wary. Probably because the Slytherin was prying him for information and sending dangerous vibes. Pansy, like everyone else, was annoyed Ozemir had been made to cry and hurt so badly. Among other guests on the dance floor, he saw his parents and the rest of the gang with their partners. And at the moment Blaise was now escorting Ginny onto the dance floor.

Fred shivered. He was glad Falde had disappeared. He had no inclination whatsoever to dance. At least that kind of formal dancing. No thanks. Not now especially when everyone had figured out the Commander had a mate. It just meant more eyes would be on them than even the Emperors at the moment.

"Dance with me?"

Fred bit his lip to look at the elf beside him. "Um… better not," he told Dillek. "And you're very brave for asking."

Dillek frowned. "Did you get in trouble? For talking with me?"

Fred frowned. "Get in trouble? I'm not a bloody child..." he sighed and shrugged it off. Dillek would have said more on the subject, but a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. Fred stared at the two elves standing behind Dillek. They wore reproachful glares.

"Dillek, have you learned nothing?" one whispered harshly.

Dillek pulled away. "We are simply talking, Sahr. Hirsha forbid I should talk with a friend. Fred, forgive their manners. These are my brothers. Sahr and Renael. They are as uncultured as Brumek."

The two began to bow, but Fred stepped forward and grabbed their hands to shake instead. Dillek chuckled under his breath at their surprised expressions, but Fred didn't seem to notice. "You know, your bloody brother runs me into the ground everyday and laughs about it."

Renael responded with a deep chuckle. "Yes, that's Brumek."

"Are you two the same?"

As they said no, Dillek was nodding yes. Sahr smacked the back of his head in retaliation. Fred immediately liked them.

"Do you see, Fred?" asked Dillek as he made sure Sahr hadn't ruined his hair. "Uncultured. Haedya will be most displeased with you two," he told his brothers.

"There you are, bro! Been looking everywhere for you!"

Fred grinned and stepped aside to make room for George and Similae. Fred made the next introductions, but his attention wavered as he still couldn't find Falde in the crowds.

"If you're looking for Falde, he's gone back to the anteroom with Neville, Dudley, and Kaego," George murmured into his ear.

And just then Fred caught sight of Neville's Saen approach Vendyl and whisper something to him. Whatever he said must have been important, for the captain of the Saen boldly walked out onto the dance floor and approached his charge. Seconds later, Harry pulled away from Draco and made his way to the antechamber as quick as he could without it looking like he was running. With Kaego in the mix, Fred figured this had to do with Neville's baby.

"Did you see that?" he asked George and Similae.

"Yeah. Come on," George replied.

Fred turned to Dillek. "I'll find you later… why don't you go and try to hit up some pretty elf?"

"Best advice I've heard all day," Dillek replied with a grin.

"Nice meeting you two," Fred said to Sahr and Renael, with George and Similae saying the same before they left the stairs and headed towards the chamber where others of their family had congregated outside of the door.

Ozemir was keeping everyone else from going into the antechamber and trying to calm Alice, Frank and Petunia. Others, he was relieved to see, had stayed back where they were amongst the crowd. Lucius, Sirius, the Lestrange Brothers… most of the Slytherins. They knew the art of subtly.

"You must wait. Give Kaego and Neville some air."

"But what happened?" Alice demanded.

"He collapsed… please remember where you are," Ozemir said firmly, but not unkindly to all of them. "It is okay to be worried, but please remember you all are icons. Do not let them see your worries, your fear. The Royal Family is expected to be strong at all times. Neville himself made it into the room before he succumbed to the feinting spell. He knows his place well."

"You expect me to walk away and act as if nothing is wrong?" Alice demanded heatedly.

Ozemir smiled in understanding, moving closer to embrace her and whispered in her ear, "Neville is being given the best of care. You will be told more when we have more information. You know Kaego will not allow any harm to happen to your child or grandchild. Please, Alice. I promise."

Alice took in a deep breath and gave him a quick squeeze before falling back with the others; all of them plastering easy smiles on their faces, though it was very hard to do. It was hard for Ozemir as well to walk away from that door with a smile, knowing that something was very wrong with Neville to have collapsed. He pointedly ignored Draco's searching look and was glad when Pansy pulled the blond Emperor back onto the dance floor.

"Everything alright?"

Taera and Aerin stood next to him and he nodded. "Nothing to worry about."

His sister's smile told him she didn't believe a word. Aerin only nodded and let his attention wander. Ozemir wished he could do the same, but his attention was undeniably on the pregnant elf within the antechamber. He felt something was terribly wrong.

As if the situation couldn't get any worse, Ozemir spied an armored warrior approaching Brumek. A warrior Ozemir knew to have been posted outside in case of an attack. Ozemir watched with narrowed eyes as the warrior reported something to the Second. Brumek shooed the lower ranking warrior away before striding onto the dance floor to speak into Draco's ear. The blond tensed and then nodded, following Brumek from the dance floor and towards the four double doors, their hands on the hilt of their swords. Ozemir bit his lip in worry and looked back at the antechamber door. What else would go wrong?

A/N: So ends chapter ten. Hope you enjoyed. The next chapter will pick up where this one left off. We'll see the Ball from some other characters' point of view and then go on.

Have a great weekend! :D