Disclaimer: I do not own "Harry Potter" J.K. Rowling does. I also do not the concept of Draconians, or the evil older brother thing, as I got that off of "Escaflowne", which I don't own. Also I don't own "Legend of Dragoon", or any of its characters, where I got the idea for the armor. Lastly, I do not own Hermione's Mother's name, as I got that off of the video game "Wild Arms 2". I do not own the name "Demon King" as I got that off Dragon Ball Z.
Chapter Twenty Six
As Salavan stared at the couple before him coldly , he came to a decision.
"Father there is something about my dear sister you should have noticed by now," he stated in a tone that was way colder than what Harry had just used.
"And what would that be?"
"You don't want Hermione associating with the Demon King do you?"
"Absolutely not!" the King roared angrily.
"Let alone in love with him and carrying his child," Salavan stated with
an even colder tone.
"You have to be lying!" the King roared once more, not even looking at Hermione, "No daughter of mine-"
"She is father!" Salavan roared back, cutting the King off in midsentence, "Ask her your self!"
The King turned toward Hermione with malice burning brightly in his eyes.
"Is this true!?"
Hermione shuddered involuntarily, but she stood straight and looked her father in the eyes.
"What would you care?" she asked him icily, "I am in love with Harry Potter and carrying his child."
"This is an outrage!" the King roared, "You're not my daughter!"
"Yes she is!" came an angrier voice, but this one was feminine.
A female Elf stepped out of the shadows. Long brown hair framed a face that was an older version of Hermione's. The same brown eyes stared out at them, seemed to convey love and sadness at the same time.
"Mom?" Hermione whispered in disbelief.
"Altecia?" the King also whispered.
The beautiful woman nodded yes to both questions.
"Hermione is your daughter, Sirocco," she stated levelly, "And I will prove it to you."
Without saying a word or moving a muscle, the air around the Queen swirled and then moved to Hermione. Harry cried out in alarm, as the swirling vortex of magic enveloped his two loved ones.
"What have you done!?" Harry cried out in fear and anger, "If you've hurt-"
"Be at ease young King, it won't hurt my daughter."
"Yeah mom," Hermione's voice calmly replied from the vortex, "But will it hurt my unborn child?"
Harry felt the familiar tingle of Hermione's magic. He closed his eyes and searched. He looked into the vortex and saw that, at the last second, Hermione had managed to get a magic barrier up.
"Unborn child?" Altecia repeated, "Are you telling me-"
"Within her womb lies a growing monster!" the King yelled, "The child of the King of the Demons!"
"SIROCCO DE SORTILEGE!" the Queen thundered lividly, "You are still going on with the meaningless feud! Look at him! He is a boy that just became King. King of what? King of a people who are rare and have been hidden in fear for hundreds of years!"
"There are more of those demons than you think!" the King yelled back, "Waiting and watching for the perfect moment to catch us, the Elven Kingdom, off guard. They care for no one but themselves, kill for fun, and love to shed blood!"
"I beg to differ!" Harry shot out angrily.
"Stay out of this!" the King roared back.
"No! You stay out of this, father!" Hermione yelled angrily, "Harry is nothing like you say! He's gentle and caring and kind! He hates death and would never intentionally cause it! He hates to see the blood of innocents split! He is fighting against the monster that you just described, but this monster is no Draconian."
"Yes he is, Mione," Harry stated softly, "The creature I am to defeat is a Draconian of Royal blood. In fact, he's my brother."
Hermione looked shocked.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I just found out-"
"Don't lie to me!" Hermione replied angrily, cutting him off, "You knew and you didn't tell me?! Are we not that important to you?!"
Hermione turned her back to Harry, who looked at her shell-shocked.
"Moine, please...listen to me..."
"Hmph!" was her reply.
"Fine...Since you don't want me in your life anymore there's no reason to fight Salavan. Congrats Salavan, you've destroyed my life."
"You're not getting out of the fight this easily!" Salavan replied angrily, "We still fight and Hermione is still the prize!"
Hermione was so busy being angry at Harry that she didn't retort to this.
'I wish you knew how big of a mistake you're making, my child,' Altecia thought to herself, as she watched the fighting couple.
Harry accepted the challenge and went down to the dungeon to his cell. He placed his swords and other weapons on the table before him. He walked into the cell, sat down on the floor, and waited for them to magically shackle him to the wall. All of this was part of the agreement he had made with the King concerning the fight.
Chapter Twenty Six
As Salavan stared at the couple before him coldly , he came to a decision.
"Father there is something about my dear sister you should have noticed by now," he stated in a tone that was way colder than what Harry had just used.
"And what would that be?"
"You don't want Hermione associating with the Demon King do you?"
"Absolutely not!" the King roared angrily.
"Let alone in love with him and carrying his child," Salavan stated with
an even colder tone.
"You have to be lying!" the King roared once more, not even looking at Hermione, "No daughter of mine-"
"She is father!" Salavan roared back, cutting the King off in midsentence, "Ask her your self!"
The King turned toward Hermione with malice burning brightly in his eyes.
"Is this true!?"
Hermione shuddered involuntarily, but she stood straight and looked her father in the eyes.
"What would you care?" she asked him icily, "I am in love with Harry Potter and carrying his child."
"This is an outrage!" the King roared, "You're not my daughter!"
"Yes she is!" came an angrier voice, but this one was feminine.
A female Elf stepped out of the shadows. Long brown hair framed a face that was an older version of Hermione's. The same brown eyes stared out at them, seemed to convey love and sadness at the same time.
"Mom?" Hermione whispered in disbelief.
"Altecia?" the King also whispered.
The beautiful woman nodded yes to both questions.
"Hermione is your daughter, Sirocco," she stated levelly, "And I will prove it to you."
Without saying a word or moving a muscle, the air around the Queen swirled and then moved to Hermione. Harry cried out in alarm, as the swirling vortex of magic enveloped his two loved ones.
"What have you done!?" Harry cried out in fear and anger, "If you've hurt-"
"Be at ease young King, it won't hurt my daughter."
"Yeah mom," Hermione's voice calmly replied from the vortex, "But will it hurt my unborn child?"
Harry felt the familiar tingle of Hermione's magic. He closed his eyes and searched. He looked into the vortex and saw that, at the last second, Hermione had managed to get a magic barrier up.
"Unborn child?" Altecia repeated, "Are you telling me-"
"Within her womb lies a growing monster!" the King yelled, "The child of the King of the Demons!"
"SIROCCO DE SORTILEGE!" the Queen thundered lividly, "You are still going on with the meaningless feud! Look at him! He is a boy that just became King. King of what? King of a people who are rare and have been hidden in fear for hundreds of years!"
"There are more of those demons than you think!" the King yelled back, "Waiting and watching for the perfect moment to catch us, the Elven Kingdom, off guard. They care for no one but themselves, kill for fun, and love to shed blood!"
"I beg to differ!" Harry shot out angrily.
"Stay out of this!" the King roared back.
"No! You stay out of this, father!" Hermione yelled angrily, "Harry is nothing like you say! He's gentle and caring and kind! He hates death and would never intentionally cause it! He hates to see the blood of innocents split! He is fighting against the monster that you just described, but this monster is no Draconian."
"Yes he is, Mione," Harry stated softly, "The creature I am to defeat is a Draconian of Royal blood. In fact, he's my brother."
Hermione looked shocked.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I just found out-"
"Don't lie to me!" Hermione replied angrily, cutting him off, "You knew and you didn't tell me?! Are we not that important to you?!"
Hermione turned her back to Harry, who looked at her shell-shocked.
"Moine, please...listen to me..."
"Hmph!" was her reply.
"Fine...Since you don't want me in your life anymore there's no reason to fight Salavan. Congrats Salavan, you've destroyed my life."
"You're not getting out of the fight this easily!" Salavan replied angrily, "We still fight and Hermione is still the prize!"
Hermione was so busy being angry at Harry that she didn't retort to this.
'I wish you knew how big of a mistake you're making, my child,' Altecia thought to herself, as she watched the fighting couple.
Harry accepted the challenge and went down to the dungeon to his cell. He placed his swords and other weapons on the table before him. He walked into the cell, sat down on the floor, and waited for them to magically shackle him to the wall. All of this was part of the agreement he had made with the King concerning the fight.