Pyrotechnics
Part Twelve
Dementors

Author's Note:

THIS IS SLASH! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Wow, yet another chapter! This and this story is nearly finished! Not to worry, however, as I am currently working on year four. Still, I hope everyone enjoys the latest chapter. I have had the best time writing this story.

As always, constructive crisicism is most welcome, as I am fully believe that even fanfiction should be good enough to pass professional standards (no matter that it would infringe comyrights something horrid! Hee hee) but I am constantly trying to improve, and telling me what you like or don't like, or think needs fixed is a good way for me to do it.

I will admit, I'm a bit disappointed that I haven't gotten as many reviews for these last couple of chapters as I have in the past, but I do want to thank every that has reviewed! Since this is a story loaded with OC's, then many people refuse to give it a chance, and I hope that your reviews and recommendations change their minds! I also want to thank everyone (whether or not they have reviewed) that has this story on an alerts list, a favorites list, or in a C2. It's a great honor for me!

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The last week of Chirstmas vacation was spent explaining the Patronus charm to the children attending Hogwarts. The American vistors had already returned to the States, and Chara had gotten special permission at the ministry for Harry to use magic to learn the charm. The lessons were going well, Phyrrus and Harry could make silvery smoke appeared, but no corpreal Patronus had taken form, yet. The little twins were having a great deal of difficulty. Phyrrus sighed.

"It's their power," He told Harry, shaking his head. "They can't make a Patronus, they don't have the power."

Remus smiled at them, squeezing Phyrrus' arm gently, a reassuring gesture. "Don't worry. Some witches and wizards with low power can still make a Patronus if their force of will is strong enough. Gather a happy enough memory, and you can make a Patronus no matter how weak your power is. I'm fairly sure the two of them will learn it, but I think they are just too young right now."

"Thanks," Phyrrus replied, feeling better, and watching Harry try again. This time the silvery smoke began to take form, but collapsed again before they could make out any of the details. "Well, he's doing better than me."

"Having the power helps," Remus admitted, laughing, and Phyrrus stuck out his tongue. The pyro would simply have to pratice more.

"Continue to pratice at school," Remus admonished all four of them. "I'll be around to help you, and if I'm not then Sirius will be. Or even Severus. I know he knows the charm. And be careful of the Dementors. They are not to play around with."

"If you even consider it, then I will punish you so severely that your great-great-grandchildren will feel it, understand?" Sirius' voice was dark, and Harry shivered, nodding quickly and seeing Phyrrus and the girls do the same. Sirius was, for good reason, terrified of the Dementors, and would take no chances with his godson or Harry's friends. "And teach Ron and Hermione when you get back to school. I don't want them unguarded either."

"I will, I promise," Harry agreed, tucking away his wand, feeling exhausted. Remus offered him a little chocolate, and Harry ate it eagerly, glad that the treat helped replenish his magical stores. Phyrrus, looking more tired than Harry, also gobbled down a bit of the treat. Harry grimmaced. When Phyrrus said he had more physical strength than magical, he wasn't kidding.

It was a sobering feeling, to see Phyrrus so tired, Harry reflected. The spells they used in school didn't wear out any of the children, meaning they weren't making their magical stores grow. Except maybe Hermione, but she was a rare exception. Harry chewed his lip. Phyrrus, who had admitted some time ago to forcing his magical reserves to get stronger, had admitted it was a long, hard process--a bit like building physical endurance. But to see someone so strong, someone Harry almost thought infallible, succumb to magical exhaustion, was sobering.

For the first time since Harry met Phyrrus, the tall teen was forced to lean on Harry, rather than the other way around. "Are you going to be all right?" Harry asked softly, so as not to wake the already sleeping twins. They would leave for Hogwarts in two days time, and Harry wanted to ensure Phyrrus was going to be all right.

"Yeah," Phyrrus smiled thinly, stumbling. Harry had never seen him stumble. "I'm just magically drained. I'll sleep a lot, and not do a lot of magic for the next couple of days, and I swear I'll be fine."

Harry nodded, wondering why he didn't feel half as tired as Phyrrus looked, then remembered just how powerful Phyrrus claimed Harry would be. Harry led Phyrrus to his room and both flopped down, Harry snuggling into the taller and breathing in his familer scent. Phyrrus was smelled of heat and flame, and of the farm he regularly worked on most of his life. Harry sighed. Phyrrus was a fiery, safe scent, a comforting one.

Phyrrus smiled, snuggling into Harry. He had never told Harry how much he loved the other's scent, it was a safe scent, the smell of the morning forest, misty at the dawn, and a musk Phyrrus didn't know the name for. He rested his cheek on Harry's black locks and allowed his heavy eyes to drift closed.

He dreamed of Harry.
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Harry and Phyrrus waited anxiously for Ron and Hermione to get to the train as the little twins bounced eagerly around the compartment. They had taken to the Weasely twins and had a tendency to cling to the twin brothers like small burrs, and Phyrrus, glad for the respite, greatfully allowed it as long as the older twins consented.

Of course, Fred and George weren't complaining since they were training the next generation of mischief makers. Harry just shook his head and waved eagerly to the Weasely clan. "Ron! Come on!"

"Hang on, mates!" Ron laughed and waved to the group on the train. "Mum's giving some last minute instructions!"

Harry nodded, and settled down to wait for a few more minutes. Ron bounded onto the train, and Hermione was only steps behind. She had arrived just moments after Harry sat back down from her good-byes with her parents on the other side of the barrier. The Weasely twins arrived to collect River and Rayne a few minutes after that, and the girls chattered excitedly about their break while the twins offered a new plethera of joke-shop worthy items to sell.

Catching up with Ron and Hermione took nearly an hour, and Harry drug out the pictures Chara gave him to show off, and then showed Ron his new broom. "That is so awesome, mate," Ron breathed, touching the broom in awe. Harry grinned, then took a deep breath.

"I know you don't like. . . charity Ron, but this isn't, I swear!" Harry said the words in a rush, making Ron look at him with a confused expression. "See, I don't need my Nimbus anymore, and I thought you might want it!"

Phyrrus had to hide his chuckle and Ron scowled. "That's an expensive thing to just give me, Harry. Are you sure you don't want to sell it?"

"Yes, see, because it's my first broom and I know you'll treat it right, and I really, really, really want to know the person it goes too, and I thought that it would be best if you had it, because then I would know it'd be okay and--" Harry rambled as the other three stared.

"You're sure, mate? That broom is still worth a lot of money." Ron pointed out.

"I know," Harry grinned. "But you can always think of it on loan. Besides, like I said, I want to know its being cared for properly and I know you'll do it."

"Ron, take the broom," Phyrrus advised lazily. "He's not going to shut up until you've got it. And you have no idea how nervous he's been about doing this. 'What is he doesn't want it? Then what'll I do with it? I don't want just anyone to have it!' Ugh, it's been driving me insane." Harry offered a sheepish smile, and Phyrrus kissed his cheek to show he wasn't as annoyed as he made it sound.

"Are you all going to gang up on me?" Ron asked.

"Yes," The other three replied flatly, and Ron sighed.

"All right, all right. I'll take it." Harry offered his best friend a relieved smile and handed over the Nimbus 2000.

"I know you'll take great care of it," Harry grinned. "I was just so scared you'd think it was charity! It's not, really! I just thought--"

Phyrrus shut the smaller teen up with a kiss and winked at Ron after pulling away. "Now that Ron can get a word in," Phyrrus snickered and Harry's poleaxed expression darkened slightly.

"Thank you, Harry. I'll take great care of it. And I know it's not charity." Ron chuckled and patted the other's hair. Harry pouted, but nodded. Phyrrus gave a sigh of relief. "Why didn't you give it to Flame?" Ron finally asked.

"I've got a broom, believe it or not," Phyrrus laughed. "I just don't use it much. The whole family chips in and gets the kids brooms as soon as they're old enough to ride real ones, and again at their sixteenth birthdays. I've got the American version of the Nimbus 2000."

"American version?" Hermione wrinkled her nose. "What's that?"

"Since we play Quid, which is full contact, our general brooms that aren't specially made are designed to withstand physical attacks and be fairly fast. My Nimbus is a little slower than that one, but it takes a better beating, and could probably carry a heavier load without loosing speed," Phyrrus shrugged. "Hazards of being American, I guess."

"Wicked," Ron breathed. "So how full contact is Quid, anyway?"

"Um. . . we're allowed to tackle people off their brooms. We've got cushioning on the stadium so the fall won't kill them," Phyrrus grinned. "And the brooms are made to follow their riders. You know, dive in and pick them up, if it can get there in time. And they have wrist straps. Another difference in the brooms." Phyrrus shrugged.

"I've so got to learn to play that," Ron muttered, smirking. Harry laughed and shook his head, glad to be back around his friends. Hermione continued on with one thing or another, and when Ginny came in to escape both sets of mayhem causing twins, they welcomed her greatfully.

The ride was peace for about half the ride and then the train slowly crawled to a halt. "What the hell?" Phyrrus breathed, looking out the window and cringing as it slowly covered in frost. "Shit."

"What?" Ron stared at the glass and Harry frowned.

"Dementors," Hermione breathed. The lights flickered and then went out. Phyrrus could hear the door opening and made his way towards it.

"Phyrrus?" The little twins whimpered, and Phyrrus soothed them, telling them to stay with Fred and George, who both looked ready to pass out. Rayne was clinging to George, sobbing from the feelings she was picking up, and although River was pale and clinging just as tightly to Fred, she hadn't given into the sobs she was surpressing. Ron wrapped an arm around both Ginny and Hermione, and Harry pressed against Phyrrus' back, his warmth comforting and grounding. Neville found his way into their compartment, as did Draco, to their shocked surprise.

"I didn't want to be in the aisle when all this went to hell in a handbasket," Draco explained, sitting by Neville, who shivered and leaned into the larger blond, feeling safer around someone with more magic than himself.

"Wands out," Phyrrus ordered. "The spell to drive off a Dementor is expactro patronum with a forceful, happy thought behind it. It probably won't work for anyone that hasn't done it before, but it's always worth a try. But only try it if a Dementor comes in here."

Harry reached up to grasp Phyrrus' hand in his own, twining their fingers together. Phyrrus gave an uncertain smile. Harry nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, everyone. We'll all be okay," Harry told them, sounding much better than he felt. He was glad he didn't sound uncertain, glad his voice was a lot stronger than his insides, which were rolling like jelly.

The Dementors swept down the train, and Phyrrus slammed the compartment door shut at the first sound of screams. "Hermione, lock it!" Phyrrus hissed, and Hermione cast the most powerful locking charm she knew on the door. Draco cast another, weaker, one, and Neville cast a third. Ginny looked at them oddly, then cast a charm that none of them had ever heard of.

"It's the most powerful charm I know for locking things," Ginny explained, grinning. "Comes from having six brothers and a diary."

That earned a few nervous laughs, and Phyrrus turned to hug Harry tightly. Harry returned the hug, and everyone settled in to wait. Slowly the Dementors advanced, making everyone cringe. The door rattled, and then the glass broke as the locking charms shattered. The Dementor wrenched the door open, hissing, and Phyrrus held Harry protectively.

Harry screamed as a woman's voice sounded in his head and the little twins began to cry, calling for their mother. Fred and George held them more tightly, knowing they were more affected because of their empathy, and moved as far back in the compartment as they could. Ginny and Hermione clung more tightly to Ron, who clung back, and Draco found himself holding a terrified Neville in his arms as the boy whimpered.

They all turned in time to see Harry pass out, the pain of his long-surpressed memories too much for him to bear. Neville soon follwed, and the others wondered what he had seen, and when the screaming River and Rayne were finally blessed with unconscienceness, everyone was thankful.

Phyrrus knew the exact moment Harry went limp, and growled low in his throat even as he saw his sisters do the same. Grasping at his memories, he unconsciencely found the one with Harry and his sisters playing over the summer, laughing in the golden sun. The dementors hadn't taken it because Phyrrus, in the memory, had been brooding over his father. The memory was not inherently happy, but looking back on it later had always made Phyrrus smile.

"Expecto Patronum!" Phyrrus roared. White mist shot from his wand, covering the room in blazing silver fire as he and Harry began to glow, power feeding from each other. One white, and one gold, but no one knew where Phyrrus' magic ended and Harry's began. A stag leapt forth, standing protectively in front of Harry, head lowered. It caught the dementor in its antlers and sent it from the compartment even as teachers began to arrive to send out the rest of the Dementors.

Severus appeared at their compartment stood protectively in front of the door, wand out and at the ready. He glanced at the students in the compartment, saw Harry and Phyrrus glowing and nearly dropped his wand, but Phyrrus gave a weak smile even as both Patroni disappeared and Phyrrus toppled foward, barely able to twist so Harry landed on top of him instead of under him, and passed out.
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No one in recent memory had ever seen Chara so angry. As soon as she found out her children had all been attacked by Dementors she was at the gates of Hogwarts, running to the hospital wing. Phyrrus and Harry had refused to be seperated so Pomfrey had finally just put them in one bed, and there was little hope to seperate River and Rayne from Fred and George, so the two teenagers were still holding the little girls. Sirius, Remus, and Severus were already there, comforting Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Ginny, and the children were clinging to the adults and crying. Neville was still out, but he hadn't had a deathgrip on anyone and was in a bed by himself.

"Chara," Severus breathed in relief.

"Molly and Arthur are on their way," Chara murmured, taking her daughters from the Weasely twins. The little girls allowed their mother to take them and cuddled close to her, sobbing even in the blackness of unconscienceness. "Your father is also on his way, Draco."

"Someone should sit with the lone boy there. It'll help the effects," Chara murmured, and Draco went to comfort Neville. Fred and George were now clinging to one another, and Chara smiled, sure they were using their twin bond to chase away the nightmares they had just lived through. Conjuring a rocking chair, Chara sat down and began to croon a gentle lullaby to her own children, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"Dream, child,
As childhood wants to do.
Dream all this night will allow.
Dream, child,
Dream with an angel's view,
out there safe in your clouds.

Wait for me now,
I will be there for you,
no matter what
tomorrow may bring.
This I will vow,
I will be there
for this child with different. . .

Dream, child,
stars have been rumored to
see dreams within newborn eyes;
and in their arms I believe they do
keep safe until you arise.

Wait for me now,
I will be there for you,
no matter what
tomorrow may bring.
This I will vow,
I will be there
for this child with different wings.
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Chara's gentle alto sent all the tired students into slumber, and soothed those still in the welcome dark of unconscienceness' grip. Draco was leaning on Neville's bed, and Chara gestured for the nurse to just put him in it. Harry and Phyrrus looked more relaxed, as did the little twins. Fred and George, who had claimed another bed, were also peacefully sleeping. Hermione's tight grip on Severus had loosened slightly, and Ginny, though still curled in Sirius' arms, didn't look nearly as frightened as before. Ron had a grip on Remus' arm, though his head had fallen and was using Remus' shoulder for a pillow, red hair softly brushing the werewolf's cheek.

Chara smiled. The adults seemed more relaxed too, and Severus offered a slight smile. "You have a beautiful voice."

"I was in the school choir for years," Chara explained, grinning and shifting River and Rayne to a more comfortable position. "They're going to be too big for this, soon," Chara mourned, pressing kisses to their hair.

"They all grow up," Sirius agreed.

"Chara--" Severus glanced around the room. "Phyrrus and Harry did it again."

"The glowy glowy thing?" Chara frowned. "What happened this time?"

"Harry was unconscience from the Dementors, but Phyrrus managed an expecto patronum spell. His patronus is fire, by the way. But he and Harry started to glow. I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. And Harry's patronus appeared." Severus frowned. "That's what I gathered on the way back, anyway. After the Dementors were gone Phyrrus was so exhausted he just tumbled over, though he managed not to land on Harry, and they've been like that ever since."

"I'll have to check to be sure, but I don't think it's overly serious. Their bond has grown, obviously, but I think the magic mixing was caused by stressed anger. When Harry passed out, Phyrrus was the only outlet for Harry's magic. The connection flodded. I don't think they're much further along with the bond now than they were, but we'll see." Chara smiled. "Don't worry."

Footsteps thundered in the hall, waking most of the sleeping children, and parents flooded the room. "Mum! Dad!" Hermione's parents were there, the Weaselys, with permisson from Dumbledore, had gotten them. Hermione flung herself into her parents' arms and burst into tears. Her mother began to soothe her gently, leading her to a closed off section of the room. Severus smiled and went to sit by Chara. The small woman pressed a kiss to his hair as best she could and stroked it for a moment before returning her attention to her daughters.

Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny all but jumped their parents, and the four followed Pomfery into a side room to speak in private. Their chatter and Molly's and Arthur's soft, gentle murmurs could be heard in the main room until Pomfery pulled the door quietly shut. Draco saw his father enter and jumped on the man, pressing a tear-wet face into Lucius' robes, clinging to his father tightly. Lucius also took Draco into a partioned portion of the room, clearly to soothe his son in peace.

Chara smiled when the chatter seemed to die down, clearly waiting for another inturruption. She wasn't disappointed when Leon slammed the door to the infimary open, followed closely by an old woman that had to be Neville's grandmother, and raced to Severus. Petting the man's hair and kissing him, Leon held him close.

"I heard about it over the news at home," Leon explained. "Breaking news, of course. I saw you and had to make sure you were okay."

Severus, though blushing, nodded. "I'm fine, Leon. Calm down. I was protecting the kids, not getting attacked."

"Sorry. I guess I over reacted. But once you see those terrible monsters after ripping out the soul and the shell that was a person, over reaction is normal," Leon blushed as brightly as Severus.

"You two can go," Chara told them, smiling. "Sirius, Remus, and I can hold down the fort, and all the other parents are here now. Go have a chat, calm down, get warm."

"Thanks, sis," Leon breathed, gathering Severus into his arms and taking him to the door, but setting him down before he pulled the door open and allowed the Potions Master to retain his dignity. Chara smiled. Those two would be all right, she decided as they walked into the hall. Leon was holding Severus' hand and just reassuring himself Severus was still himself, and Severus was clinging back just as tightly to remind himself that there were good memories in the world.

Lucius and Draco appeared a few moments later, Draco looking much better. "How are you feeling, Draco?" Chara asked, beckoning him to her. Obediently he made his ways towards here to receive a bit of choclate from Remus and a brief check from Chara, who was efficent even with the twins curled in her lap. Once Chara was satsified that his pulse was normal and he was neither flushed nor clammy, she allowed him him to retreat to his father after she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Draco flushed as he stepped back, and Chara smiled. "Kisses are the best way to take your temperature without a thermometer. It's a built in thermometer for mommies," Chara chuckled, patting his arm as he retreated and turned to Lucius. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Malfoy," Chara told the man.

"I was going to have words with the headmaster for this," Lucius growled, trying to save face. Draco winced at the words, but relaxed when Lucius held him more tightly.

"It was hardly his idea." Chara snorted. "The minister was the one with this bright idea. Albus dislikes Dementors and fought tooth and nail to keep them out of here."

"I see. Then I shall be having words with the minister." Lucius sneered.

"If you wait until my children wake, I will be going with you." Chara growled. "And Leon, my brother, probably will too."

"Where is he?"

"Leon? Currently making sure his boyfriend is in one piece. If you really want to speak to him, he should be in Severus' quarters." Chara chuckled at the look on Lucius' face, and rested her head on the back of the rocking chair. Rayne shifted closer and yawned, waking slightly.

"Mommy?" Rayne asked in a tiny voice, burying her face in her mother's collorbone. "There was Dementors and I was scared. But Phyrrus protected us."

"Yeah, Mommy," River agreed. Lucius could hardly believe Chara allowed her children to use such a baby word, but realized his son had been calling him Daddy for several minutes. Draco had not called Lucius daddy since he was old enough to say father, unless he was in great distress. Draco was still clinging tightly to Lucius, and the man smiled down at his son gently.

Chara would not call attention to the tender moment, and Lucius knew that if Sirius and Remus said anything they'd catch if from Chara as well. "Mommy?" River asked softly, clinging like a monkey to the woman. "Is Phyphy okay?"

Now Chara knew the twins were tramatized. They never called Phyrrus Phyphy unless they desprately needed comfort.

"He's fine, babies," Chara murmured, soothing them back into sleep and rocking them gently even after their breathing had evened out and peace had claimed them.

Chara sighed and looked around the room. "They are all going to have terrible nightmares from this."

"Why was it so terrible for them and not most of the rest of the school?" Sirius asked what the others had been wondering.

"Seeing your classmates affected that terribly is bad enough. River and Rayne felt the entire train's emotions and their twin bond only made is worse. Likewise the twin bond between Fred and George did the same. Aside from that, those two were holding River and Rayne and they have a tendency to accidently project when that frightened. So it compounded the problem. And then, because it kept growing, it affected the others slightly and made them more in tune with the feelings of the others in the car. All that, in turn, made it a pretty frightening experience." Chara sighed. "It's no one's fault but the dementors, really, and they'll all be okay, but I suspect nightmares will run rampant the next month or two. It's worst now because its so fresh."

"I see." Lucius growled. "The minister and I will be having words, certainly."

"Daddy," Draco's voice was soft and hesitent. "Where's Mum?"

Lucius blinked and looked down at Draco. Lucius was unsure what to say to the inquiry. Narcissa had never loved Draco, had viewed him more of an annoyance, though she always appeared as the perfect, doting mother. Draco knew his mother didn't think he was the most important thing in the world, but surely she would have come for this? Draco's eyes were full of rapidly dying hope, and Lucius shook his head. "I don't know, Dragon. I really don't. Maybe she didn't get the message?"

Or was ignoring it, but Lucius was never going to tell his son that. Draco nodded, seeming to take comfort in Lucius' pet name for him, relaxing against the tall man. Lucius was only an inch shorter than Sirius, after all. "All right, Daddy," Draco murmured, hiding his face again.

"Take him back to his dorm, tell some of his friends to watch out for him at night. It'll be better for him to get a routine again," Chara told Lucius, still stroking her daughters' hair. "It'll all be okay."

"All right. You're sure he's well enough to leave?"

"Positive," Chara replied. "The symptoms are gone and he's steady on his feet. He'll feel better in a more familier place, and having you around to explain what happened might make things easier."

"All right." Lucius agreed, excusing them both and taking Draco to the bathroom to wash his face before leaving. Chara smiled slightly and turned towards the bed that held her son and Harry.

The two boys were stirring slightly, and Phyrrus managed to open an eye. Harry sat up upon seeing everyone and blinked. "What happened?" The teen croaked. "Where are we?"

Chara, Sirius, and Remus relayed the occurances of the past several hours and Phyrrus slowly propped himself up on his elbows, looking around the room lethargically. "Are we all okay?" He asked, and Chara nodded, biting back a snicker. Phyrrus was obviously exhausted. Channeling magic was never easy, but Harry has so much that Chara was half surprised it hadn't killed him.

Running a few diagnostics on their bond, Chara discovered it had grown but very little, as she had predicted. Still breakable, which was good since the boys were only thirteen and had yet to date anyone else. It wasn't likely the relationship would truely last, they were too young to be forced into anything. Although, Chara would also be surprised if it didn't last, since Phyrrus and Harry just. . . completed each other.

A few other tests reveled both boys to have severe magical exhaustion but were otherwise fine. Harry was horse from screaming, and Phyrrus' muscles were like great steel cords tied in knots because of cramps, but nothing a little rest and care couldn't fix. Sirius and Remus were relieved, and Chara also offered a sigh of relief that both teens would be fine. Catching them up, she could see they were upset with the dementors. No great surprise.

After River and Rayne woke back up, Chara moved them to another hospital bed and took her leave. She had a minister to castrate--er. . . talk to.
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