The Dragon Bane
OKAY! So my amazing beta is finally feeling better, and I'm so sorry to disapoint everyone that this is NOT a new chapter(but not to worry, I'm almost done the next one!!!) but that this is the edited(better) version of this chapter! So, I guess people really do need to be reminded to REVIEW!!! Because not many of you did the last time, but a lot of you read it, or looked at it...so I really appreciate the REVIEWS!! I figure, if I repeat the word REVIEW enough people will remember...Anyway On with the story(which I don't own by the way...)!!!
'Tap, Scratch, Tap, Scratch,' Harry growled angrily, tapping his quill to the table, 'Tap, Scratch, Tap, Scratch.'
"Harry! Are you listening to me?"
Harry looked up with a confused expression on his face. He had spent the last few minutes in such deep thought that he had not been aware of anybody trying to talk to him. Upon looking up, he could see it was Hermione who was trying to capture his attention, big brown eyes narrowed at him.
"Course I was," Harry insisted.
Raising her left eyebrow, she looked at him scornfully. Shaking her head, she picked up the rather enormous book she had recently bought and began to read. Harry felt rather annoyed that she had disturbed him from his thoughts for no reason and had said nothing but +ather scowled angrily. His quill tapped against the table a few times before he scribbled something down on the parchment in front of him; he resumed his tapping…
"HARRY! Will you cease that bloody tapping?" Hermione yelled angrily, slamming her book down on the table.
Muttering a quick 'Sorry' Harry dropped his quill, and skimmed over his essay quickly. He sighed in dismay."
October 10, 1996
In appearance, a Lethifold is similar to a black cloak approximately half an inch (13 mm) thick, somewhat thicker if it has recently digested a victim. A Lethifold is carnivorous, gliding along the ground and possibly other surfaces in an unknown mode of locomotion in search of prey to suffocate and digest. The only reported prey is humans (including wizards), and the only known spell capable of repelling a Lethifold is the Patronus Charm. As it generally attacks sleeping victims, however, few manage to actually apply this knowledge. The first recording of a Lethifold was by the Wizard Flavius Belby. With its cloak like appearance and susceptibility to the Patronus Charm, a Lethifold is similar to the Dementor, but unlikely to be actually related to it in the biological sense because, as Roloe has stated, Dementors do not reproduce biologically.
"Harry, you do realize that you just copied a paragraph from the text into your essay." Hermione admonished, "You can't possibly hand that in to Professor Shacklebolt."
Standing abruptly, Harry started to walk away. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed her confused expression, "I can't think in here, I need to get some fresh air. I'll be back soon."
"Just don't go outside! It's late and a full moon. You heard the Professor's, it's getting to dangerous to be outside, and even Astronomy has been moved permanently indoors."
Nodding, Harry walked through the winding halls, his thoughts drifting over to the last month. The Yeti were due here anytime now, and still the headmaster had not finished creating the amulets and installing the wards.
'He's running out of time,' Harry thought angrily, kicking a stray bottle out of his way.
Making his way outside, Harry walked towards the lake. Pausing, he squinted his eyes. The outline of two figures came rushing to him as he adjusted his sight. Dumbledore and Sonea? Harry's mind thought confusedly, whatever are they doing out here…alone. A smirk came across his face, as his thoughts turned inappropriate. Scrunching his face up, he gagged slightly at the images. Blinking, he crossed the field, the shadows devouring him the closer he came to his teachers.
"…I'm worried about Draco." Sonea's voice filtered towards Harry as she picked up a rock, only to throw it into the lake moments later.
"Young Malfoy seems to be adapting to his change far easier than Harry is," Dumbledore said, causing Harry to bare his teeth at the older man.
"Draco knew of his heritage since he was able to walk. It is no surprise that Harry, who didn't posses any knowledge of this world, wouldn't expect to a Draconian," pausing she sighed, brushing back strands of hair, "My concerns are not for Harry though, Draco must find his mate. Sooner than later. If he doesn't I fear for him, and I fear for Harry."
"A mate?"
"Draco's magical core was never very strong—don't get me wrong, Draco is extremely powerful, more powerful than most average Draconians. But, his core is weak; he needs to be constantly supported. Draco used to carry a powerful bond with his father, but when Draco bound himself to Harry, Draco destroyed the bond, and Harry became his supporter. If Draco does not find a stabilizer, soon, he could very well die. The magical back lash that would occur from Draco's death would in simplest terms, kill Harry, or at least destroy his magic."
Silence. Harry stared at the ground, thinking about what Sonea had just admitted to him, well unknowingly admitted to him. His thoughts drifted over her confession. If this was the truth, and he didn't doubt that it was, Sonea would never joke about such a thing, the only thing keeping Draco's core strong, keeping him alive was him, Harry Potter.
Before Dumbledore could reply, a large green flare caught heir eyes. All three sucked in their breath as the Dark Mark slowly spread. Shivers went down Harry's spine. Hogsmead. They were attacking Hogsmead.
Bursting from the shadows, Harry looked over to Dumbledore and Sonea, both stood staring motionless, "What are you waiting for! Gather the order! I'll find Silver!"
Dumbledore turned, his face shocked for a slight second before he reached into his robes to grab a phoenix shaped amulet. It glowed brightly, and Dumbledore nodded at Harry, "The order will be there as soon as possible. Go find Silver; we'll meet you at Hogsmead."
Harry was gone before Dumbledore had finished finished; the shadows engulfing him as he started to run. Draco was in an Ancient Runes class, and Harry had no idea where that was. He grabbed his hood, pulling it up so that it shadowed his face. Taking a breath, Harry closed his eyes again, picturing Draco in his mind. His body was sucked into a portal—he now knew what Draco felt when they Shadow Travelled.
He felt his feet touch the ground, and he opened his eyes; he heard the gasps come from the students, the hurried incantation of the teacher.
Gripping the struggling blondes arm, he allowed the shadows to transport them to their room. Dropping Draco, Harry hurried to the side door. Harry didn't bother stripping his robes off, he waved his hand, cringing as he heard the rip, then waving his hand again, he summoned Banes outfit. They shimmered onto his body. He forcefully opened the mirror, gathering his weapons and amour putting them on hurriedly.
"Harry! What's going on?" Draco asked, his voice held a note of worry even as he too used magic to put his outfit on.
"Death Eaters are attacking Hogsmead. We have to leave, now!" Harry said, bending down to retrieve his mask.
"Has the order been alerted?" Draco asked, putting on his mask and going to grab a sword.
"Yes, but I don't think they'll make it in time. But we can do this alone. Probably be easier too," pausing, he looked at Draco, now Silver Hawk, "You ready, we're going to Shadow Travel. Remember last time, just enter my mind, and you'll be fine."
Before Draco had the time to nod, Harry latched on to his arm, and allowed the shadows to consume the two of them. The world spun around Harry, his desperation to get there quicker made it difficult to find a spot to land.
He felt his toes start to touch the ground. The wizards and witches were running around with wands clutched tightly, terror on their faces, as they tried to reach their homes. Seeing two Death Eaters casting the Cruciatus curse on two young children, both screaming and clawing at their skin, Bane's eyes darkened. He flicked his wrist, sending both masked men flying from the children with a burst of green light.
"Silver, check on the children, and then transport them to Hogwarts," Bane commanded, "Start to transport as many children to Hogwarts. I'll deal with these filthy animals."
Bane walked further into Hogsmead, casting curses at every Death Eater he saw. Hearing a muttered incantation Bane lunged at the ground, rolling quickly back to his feet. Glaring at the Death Eater, Bane flicked his wand. A jet of green light burst from his wand, flying towards the Death Eater at an alarming speed. The Death Eater dived out of the way, sending a quick cutting hex his way.
Allowing the spell to come in contact with him, Bane shot a violet curse at the angry Death Eater. Spinning out of the way as he felt a curse come near him, Bane turned and disarmed four Death Eaters quickly, and with one stunner, had them on the ground. Spotting Silver, who had his arm wrapped protectively around a child, he noticed the Death Eater creeping up on him.
'Silver, Duck!'
Silver didn't move quickly enough; falling to the ground with a pain filled groan, he clutched the child tighter in his arms. Bane strode forward, his magic flaring up around him, engulfing the last twenty Death Eaters in a dark green flash. The one who had attacked Draco stood motionless, its wand shaking slightly as it gazed around Hogsmead looking for its comrades.
"Accio mask," Bane murmured. The mask flew towards him, allowing long black hair to tumble out, and as extremely pale hollow skin showed, Bane felt himself freeze, staring at the figure with large green eyes.
She looked around big dark eyes staring about her in confusing, before landing on the imposing figure a yard away.
"You! What have you done with them?" She shrieked.
"Bellatrix," Bane growled, fingering his wand as he itched to shoot a killing curse.
Looking confused for a second Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at him, "Do I know you?"
"We've met, I'm sure you don't remember me. Might I introduce myself?" Not waiting for her to consent, Bane stooped to a bow, "I am Lord Bane."
"I would say it is a pleasure, and would love to continue this chat of ours, but I'm going to torture you," Bane said simply, tucking his wand away.
"Ha! I highly doubt that," she murmured gleefully to herself, "A-va-da keh-DAV-ra!"
Dodging the green jet, Bane shook his head, "Bella, Bella, Bella, didn't they teach you silent incantations in your Death Eaters training?"
"Shut up, the killing curse needs to be said aloud, for it takes much power." Bella snarled.
Flicking his hand, Bane allowed an emerald light to fly from his wand, Bella's eyes went wide, before diving to the side, narrowly missing the curse.
"How?" She stuttered out.
Rolling his eyes, Bane's hand twitched three times, going unnoticed by Bella, who was still staring in awe
at him. Each curse was invisible, completely unnoticed by Bella. She gave a small startled gasp as she was hit with a pleasure curse. Falling to the ground, she moaned, running her hands up and down her body—seconds later she was hit by a pain curse.
Pain and Pleasure are the worst two things two encounter together, Bane decided as Bella started to writhe on the ground, scratching at her skin, shrieking loudly as if she had been hit by a 'crucio'.
"I'm going to do what you did to each and every one of your victims, I'm not going to kill you Bella, no that's too nice to do…" pausing, Bane brought out a sphere from his robes.
Throwing it at her, he watched as she shrunk, as she was slowly sucked into the sphere. The sphere glowed brightly, before a large crack was heard. Bane heard Silver gasp, as he chocked back a scream
"Bane! What-Why?" Silver asked, looking down at the cracked sphere, the child still clutched tightly to him.
"She deserves to die."
"I agree, but sending her to the Pits is something no one deserves," Silver argued, his hand going to touch Banes shoulder. (A/N The PITS is a type of jail for magical beings and it makes Azkaban look like a play ground...it will be explained later on not to worry..)
Bane jerked away, glaring angrily at Silver, "She deserves the Pits! She's killed hundreds Silver, and if she hasn't killed them she's made them insane," Pausing he looked to the ground, "She killed Sirius."
Silver's eyes softened, "Bane,"
Silver was cut off from continuing his speech as they heard the sound of the Order and Aurors arriving. Dumbledore looked around the village, eyes widening slightly as he noticed the empty street.
"What happened? Where are the Death Eaters?" A young witch asked, vibrant blue hair sticking out.
"The Death Eaters are sitting in a ministry cell," Bane answered coldly.
"And who are you?" An older man asked rudely, pointing his wand at him.
"I apologize, I seem to be forgetting my manners today. I am Lord Bane," pausing, he gestured towards Silver, "My friend here is Lord Silver Hawk," Bane nodded his head slightly.
"Well, Lord Bane, may I ask what you are doing here?" the same man asked.
"I was taking a shit," Bane drawled sarcastically, giving the wizard a bland look, he sighed, "What does it look like I was doing here? I was helping stop a Death Eater raid!"
"And how do we know you're not a Death Eater yourself?"
Pushing up his sleeve, he showed the group both his arms, "See? Either way, I'm a part of the Order. I would never soil myself with Death Eater scum."
"I don't trust him," a man said behind him, his voice deep and husky.
Bane turned around, coming face to face with a man with long messy gold hair. Bane felt his hackles rise, "And who are you?"
The man smiled coldly, "I am Lord Malfoy."
"I know the Malfoys, I don't recall seeing you," Bane murmured he looked towards Silver, whose mouth was slightly open, his eyes wide.
"You wouldn't. I have been away for the last three years. My son, Lucius, and I haven't spoken since my departure," The man said, eyeing both men with a sneer.
"Abraxas Malfoy," Bane murmured. Draco had spoken fondly of his grandfather, and Harry had pictured the man to be somewhat of a Dumbledore. His picture of the man was shattered as he looked at the man before him.
Instead of the long groomed hair that both Malfoy's Harry knew had, Abraxas had long thick golden hair pulled back messily with a silver band. He wore dark green robes, with a gold vest underneath. His pants were black, with a long sword hanging to the ground. His eyes, instead of the usual Malfoy grey, were gold, burning with barely controlled power. Harry felt himself shrink back; the only thing forcing him to stand tall was the Draconian in him, Bane.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Malfoy," Bane murmured respectfully, dipping down low to give the man a respectful bow, he folded his hands so they crossed, griping the opposite shoulders; a Draconian bow.
He received a slight nod in return.
"You created quite a scene here lads," Abraxas drawled, his accent heavy, as he flicked his hand lazily about, indicating the vacant streets, "I was walking here to help, when you" he indicated to Bane with a languid flick of his wand, "just made everyone disappear. That was a large display of magic, Bane."
Bane stopped a growl as it start to form as the elder Malfoy addressed him with no respect, "Thank-you, Lord Malfoy."
"How did you know you could control such a large amount of wild magic?"
"Why am I being questioned as if I were a criminal? I just saved these villagers' lives. I don't have to explain myself to you," Bane growled softly.
"Did you? Why risk your own life for that of this village? What do you have to gain, Lord Bane?" Abraxas inquired, raising a blond eyebrow.
"I have nothing to gain, except the satisfaction of knowing I am doing a good deed," Pausing Bane stared intently at the older man, "What of you Lord Malfoy? Why would you risk your life to come down here and save a few lives?"
"Risk my life? Hardly, they are no match for me. I came down here, because at the end of it, it is my money that will pay to have the village rebuilt."
"Purely selfish than, exactly like a Malfoy. I was beginning to worry," Bane muttered with a smirk towards Silver.
Turning back to the crowd, who had watched the exchange with wide eyes, Bane walked closer to Dumbledore, "Albus. I'm sorry that we did not wait for the Order to come."
"That is no problem, dear boy!" Albus smiled cheerfully, clasping the boy's shoulder lightly, "Come, let us head back to Hogwarts, I think you lads deserve some tea."
"Or something stronger," Silver muttered, his eyes still on his grandfather, "Lord Malfoy," Silver said more clearly, "would you care to join us for a drink?"
Looking at the boy standing before him, Abraxas nodded, stepping forward to walk along side of Albus.
The walk to Hogwarts was short, filled with the lively chatter of Bane and Silver, as they debated whether or not Silver had gone down because of a weak cutting hex.
Albus's office was brightly lit as the four seated themselves comfortably. Lord Malfoy took the seat closest to the fire, sinking down elegantly with a soft sigh, "So Draconic, I see you've been busy."
"Hello grandfather, it's good to finally see you again. I've missed you," Draco replied honestly, taking his mask off, and shrugging out of his robes, leaving him in a short sleeved top.
Bane looked between the two, confused, as he shucked his own jacket to the floor, "How did you know?"
Cocking an eyebrow, Abraxas allowed a fang to show, "He's wearing a Malfoy ring. Each Malfoy ring is connected to the wearers. I could feel him all the way from Canada. The link grows stronger the closer we are," He stated simply, arrogantly.
"Oh," Harry said dumbly. He felt a growl build up as he met the golden eyes of Abraxas, and right then Harry decided he didn't like this man; something about him was fishy.
"Grandfather, why are you home? The last time I spoke with you, you said you would never show your face in the UK again, as long as father was supporting the Dark Lord."
Nodding slightly, Abraxas waved his hand, conjuring a bottle of whisky and four glasses, "Lucius contacted me," Pausing, he took a sip of his whisky, "He explained how he does not support Voldemort," He turned gold eyes to Draco and Bane, "And told me of your predicament, Mr. Potter."
Taking his mask off, Harry glared at the older Malfoy, before turning his eyes to the smiling Headmaster, "Some secret this is turning out to be, almost everyone knows now. We might as well just go and tell the bleeding tabloids."
"Nonsense, my dear lad, Abraxas and Lucius are the only ones that know, I assure you." Dumbledore said, nodding his head reassuringly.
"I suppose, that is until they get a better offer from old snake-face, and decide to turn us in," Harry said glumly, glaring at his shoes.
"Harry," Draco warned, eyes flashing slightly and his fangs started to grow, feeling highly protective of the older man.
"What?" Harry growled back, his own eyes flashing and fangs growing, accepting the challenge Draco was initiating.
"Back off. He's done nothing to you," Draco hissed, feeling braver, and stronger than he was. "So, once again, Back off."
Harry raised an eyebrow, his face twisted in a snarl, "Don't start something, Silver, that you can't finish."
Draco stood, his face turning red with anger, and silver blue scales started to form along his arms, bristling until they covered his temples slightly, "Then I suggest you do not insult my family."
"If you recall Silver, I am part of your family," Harry said, forcing Bane down, and remaining on the couch, "Sit back down and I'll forget all of this."
Abraxas stood, "Who are you to tell a Malfoy what to do? Just because you are bonded, does not give you the reason to order him around."
Harry stood; his chair flying across the room and: shattering, "I'm telling you both to back down, before I decide to take these pathetic challenges."
Closing his eyes, Harry took a deep breath, allowing his breathing to return to normal and his anger to die down slightly, "Silver, Malfoy, you do not want to challenge me," Harry started. Feeling his hair stand up, he turned, taking a calming breath and conjuring up another chair.
"Bane,"
Silver growled out, "If you do not wish to be challenged,
then I would suggest in the future that
you do not insult ones family, if you had one you would understand
why."
Harry froze for a brief second, his blood turning cold as Draco's words drifted over him. Bane moved faster than the room's occupants could see, pinning the stunned blonde to the wall, and Harry felt his the little control he had slip away. Now Bane gazed upon the struggling blonde.
"You are behaving like a fool little one," Bane hissed out icily, dark black and green scales rippling down his forearms, spikes jutting menacingly out, piercing Draco's skin. His nails lengthened to claws, and small trails of blood started to pool as Bane's hold on Draco's neck tightened, "You challenged me, is this all you have? I warned you, why didn't you listen, you always listen!"
He stood in silence for a while staring down at the scared blonde, who had gone limp long ago, "Is this," gesturing to the predicament Draco caused, "what you wanted? I allowed you space, even when I thought you didn't deserve it. I allowed you to treat me like an equal. I gave you my protection. Why must you challenge me now, of all times?"
Bane paused, his head cocking to the side, "Is it your grandfather's presence?" smirking happily, when the scared silver eyes widened, "In Atlantis, as your Alpha, I could challenge him, ride the world of his presence, do you want me to do that? Didn't think I would put you back in your place, did you? Wrong."
"Harry, release Draco," Dumbledore said, his voice firm, but it held a slight shaking tone to it.
Releasing his hold on Draco's neck, Bane turned his eyes: to land on the Headmaster, his wand was held out, as he stepped around the desk. Abraxas stood to the side, his face blank, the only the thing betraying him was his eyes, which were wider than normal.
"You're an Amphista." Dumbledore stated, his wand still held threateningly in front of him.
Smirking Bane nodded, his tongue coming to lick at his lips, "I'm a Nagayuna,"
"That doesn't make sense, Nagayuna's are the preservers, the Dragons that keep the balance of light and dark, this display is,"
"Sarpa worthy?" Bane suggested, a cold smile on his face.
"Sarpa dragons have been exterminated." Abraxas cut him off rudely.
"I beg to differ; I am standing right here aren't I?"
"Impossible."
"Actually," a voice from the shadowed corner said, "Harry, or should I call you Lord Bane? Have (verb: has) large amounts of Sarpa blood. His grandfather, Lord Dargus Evans, is a full blooded Sarpa. One of the only Sarpa's left alive after the genocide of the most powerful Draconian race."
Quite suddenly, a small light flared revealing Lord Darkish sitting in a comfy looking chair; balancing an large leather bound book as he took a sip of his tea, before he went back to studying the room's occupants.
"Why wouldn't they kill him as well?" Dumbledore asked, his hand stroking his long white beard, happy for the change of subject as the tension in the room lowered.
"Dargus Evans is the Heir to the Dragon Lord throne. The rightful ruler of Atlantis. In order to keep him alive, the Sarpa elders signed an agreement for a new Dragon Lord, so long as Lord Dargus Evans and his family were kept alive. Not many know of this."
Harry looked around; his blood still pounding harshly in his ears. Dark eyes glanced at Draco, still on the ground, eyes diverted still in submission.
"Get up Draco." He purred, his teeth glinting in the light.
Hesitantly Draco got up, cringing back against the wall as he did so. Harry looked him over, "Pathetic," he murmured harshly, turning dark eyes to the elder Malfoy, who stared back with narrowed gold eyes, smirking slightly, he rolled his eyes back to Dumbledore, "I'm going out, need to blow off some steam. I won't be back for tomorrow's lessons, and perhaps Wednesday's as well. All depends on my mood."
Spinning quickly on his heel, he sauntered out of the office, robes flowing around him with invisible wind. Closing his eyes, he allowed the shadows to overcome his senses. The smell of sweat and sex, the loud pounding of a song, were the first things he picked up on when his feet touched the ground. Smirking, he opened his eyes, immediately over-whelmed with the moving mass of body's dancing to a fast moving song.
Harry tensed as he felt arms come up around his waist, running slightly over his chest, "Hey there lovely." A sweet famine feminine voice murmured huskily.
Turning in his capturer's arms, he looked down on a blonde haired beauty, first noticing the pearly white fangs, "Vampire." Harry stated, flashing his own fangs in a smirk.
"Lola" She corrected, her hands running up his chest to wrap around his neck as she pressed herself against him to sway to the music, "You are?"
Pausing, he looked down at himself, dressed in Banes clothing with his weapons still attached, smirking he leaned down, "Bane," grinning as he felt her shudder, "It's a pleasure, doll."
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Groaning, he rolled over onto his back, his hand coming to rub at his temples. What the hell happened last night? Harry moaned to himself as he tried to sit up.
"Morning lovely. It's about time you got up."
Jerking his head to the right, Harry tensed as he noticed the pale blonde women leaning against the window, staring out into the night. Last night came flashing back at him, "Lola."
Turning, she looked at him a thoughtful expression on her face, "Here I was thinking that you had forgotten poor little me."
"How could I do that?" Harry murmured, running a hand through his hair, "Where are my clothes?" He asked when he looked down at his naked chest.
Flashing brilliant white fangs at him, she sauntered over to him, "Clothes? What do you need clothes for?"
"I could get up and walk around naked, but what would your servants and the council say about that?" He whispered, allowing her to kiss him, "Do you really want your vampires to look at me?"
"My vampires?" Lola questioned, a pale dainty eyebrow raised, as she trailed long red nails down his chest.
"Honestly, doll. I'm not stupid. The entire club stayed a foot away from you, either from respect or from fear, only approaching when beckoned," Harry purred, summoning his clothes. With another flick of his wand, he was half dressed.
"Very perceptive of you, you know who I am, but I know not a thing of you lovely," Lola pouted, large violet eyes wide.
"It shall stay that way," Harry murmured, standing up and walking to a couch. Yawning, Harry stretched, "So, I haven't the foggiest idea of what happened last night. Mind filling me in?"
She smirked, an evil glint in her eyes, "I could show you," she whispered suggestively, her tongue coming to lick her fangs.
"I think you'll find my blood not too appetizing doll," Harry murmured, leaning back against the thick black chair, "Never mind what happened, tell me, what vampire clan are you head off?"
"Clan?" chuckling, she came to sit down on his lap, "I'm not head of any one clan, Bane darling."
Banes eyes snapped open, his mouth falling, forming a small O, "I see. So you are Vampire Lady of the seven clans."
"I suppose you could call me that, but I would prefer if you were to call me Lola, or any pet name you want."
Raising an eye brow, Harry nodded. "I must be getting off, doll. I can't let my" pausing he thought for a second, "pack worry."
"Pack? Your not a werewolf." She said, her eyes flashing slightly as she hissed the word werewolf.
"Werewolf? Heavens no. I'm much more than that."
"Indeed. Mind telling me what you are?" Lola suggested, trailing kisses along his jaw.
"I suppose you could call me a Dragon kit."
"Draconian." She stated, drawing her head back to stare Harry, a weary look replacing the lust filled one.
"What are you doing in the mortal world?"
"I suppose you could call it business."
"Or exile?" She said, her violet eyes intense against his own jade.
Harry's eyes darkened, Lady Elyne's words flashed quickly in his mind, "…you are hereby charged and expelled from the tournaments; from Atlantis, for cheating during examinations."
"That was rather harsh," Lola whispered, touching his cheek softly.
Jerking his head away, Harry glared at her, "Don't read my mind."
"Sorry, you were broadcasting pretty loud," Lola mumbled, not looking apologetic in the slightest.
"I have to go soon. My pack will be looking for me." Harry murmured, burying his head in her thick blonde hair.
"Stay," She whispered, "I like you, you're interesting. Not like my usual play things. You're so full of life." Her violet eyes were large and pleading with him, as she ran a hand over the vein in his neck.
Shaking his head, Harry went to decline, only to be cut off with a passionate kiss, "Maybe I could stay for a bit longer," He mumbled through a kiss.
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