This chapter was betaed by the wonderful brissygirl to provide a smoother reading experience. All remaining mistakes are my own. See first chapter for disclaimers/additional warnings/summaries.

RECAP: Maury and Harry continue to chat. Quinn and Theo are surprisingly compatible. Charlie and Ethan spend some quality time together. George has another reaction to his fire and Jun starts to wonder what she's missing. Weston is cornered by a Dark Face (but IS it Wikhn?!) Alec and Alcandor have a squabble. Ilsa visits the Kalziks. Riven, Tavit and Niko lick their wounds.

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RASPEN AND DAWNE - ROYAL'S LIVING QUARTERS DURING THE HUNT

Dawne held her elemental pendant up to the dimmed light of her private bedroom. She missed home. The Air Palace in the sky with its lighter airs and altered gravity. Up there, among the clouds, everything was different.

A good kind of different.

Granted, touching down on actual Nevarean soil was definitely good for grounding, balancing and all sorts of other necessary things, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

Instead, she twirled the pendant around in a slow circle, wishing she was home again. To be sprawled out on her bed, nestled among the soft, fluffy pillows and listening to the snoring of the Air Sylphs that would hide in the bed's canopy.

Her pendant glinted, faintly, but the magic within was too tightly coiled to provide any soothing feedback. She threaded it around her neck, squeezing gently to activate the energy inside.

It was the first elemental stone she'd crafted upon coming into her inheritance. Over time, she'd polished and smoothed the rough stone until it was the gleaming gem it was now. Sometimes, it was a good worry stone, others, it helped her to relax and sort her thoughts.

Today was not one of those days.

Her mind was a mess, caught up in what Raspen had told her about his day. It made her heart ache with frustration and sadness over the injustices that were out of her control. Sometimes, holding that Royal Crown, felt as if it were more like shackles than a privilege bestowed to help her people.

Choices her previous predecessors had made. Decisions her own mother had made. So many things, people and lives, hanging in the balance, because of a Royal's word.

A door slid open across the room, her assigned bodyguard, Meena, tapping softly on the doorframe, before entering. It was her usual code to say that she was alone and checking in on her to make sure all was well.

"I'm fine, Meena," she murmured, turning to plaster on a smile.

Meena, a Gheyo ACE threw her a disapproving look. "You do not have to put that fake smile on for me," she scolded, lightly. "I came to see how you were faring, but it seems as if I'm too late to keep you from getting locked in your head."

"...I'm always in my head, Meena. It kind of comes with the element." Dawne cast her silvery gaze to the ceiling, checking the air currents swirling overhead. It was a trick she used on occasion to tell whether her mother was somewhere nearby.

"And now you're using excuses, because you don't have answers. You do not always have to have the answer. That eventually comes with time and experience."

"I do when I have a crown in front of me."

"But you don't have a crown right now, do you?"

Dawne slumped. She bit her lip, still fingering the pendant. She could always trust Meena to say what was on her mind. Blunt, but honest in a way that suited her Gheyo nature, Dawne had been relieved to know that Meena would accompany the Royals for the Hunt.

She'd hoped for a few other things, but after seeing the chaos of the past few days, now she found herself rethinking it.

"...can I—may I make a request of you?"

Meena perked a brow.

"...i-if you wouldn't mind, could I have a hug?"

There was a longer pause this time, before Meena sighed, quietly. It was the exasperated sound of an adult humouring a child. "You have plenty of other prospects, you do realize this?"

"Unfortunately, a wise woman once told me that the heart wants what it wants. I will choose a good Alpha, as per the Council's guidelines and I will adjust accordingly to what the rest of the ranks require."

"...that is also the most fake answer you've ever given me to that. Maybe I should step out of rotation," Meena mused. "If you intend to throw away your choices because of a single whim-"

"It isn't a whim!"

"Says the Princess who is not yet a Queen."

"My Bonded status has nothing to do with whether I rule fairly or not."

"There are rules. There are requirements," Meena said, simply. "And they bend for no one. You know this."

"So that's it, then?"

Meena sighed. "…definitely need to step out of rotation," she muttered. "I should've stayed in the Palace."

Dawne's head snapped up. "Oh, please don't!" She shuffled back a few steps, putting some distance between them at once, her expression stricken. "Meena—I didn't mean-"

"Didn't mean to ask for comfort? Didn't mean to indirectly proposition?" Meena countered. There was a more serious glint in her silvery eyes this time around. "Dawne—princess—I need you understand that I am not refusing you outright. I cannot. I am also hyper-aware of exactly which Alphas are considered suitable for you and which ones I can actually stand. The list does not match."

"...it was unfair of me to ask." Dawne's smile slipped. "And it's been a long day. I-I should call it an early night."

"But you won't."

"I will."

Meena hesitated.

"Goodnight. Thank you for—lending your ear." The dismissal, though awkward, was final.

A complicated expression danced across Meena's face. She paused again, one hand half-way extended as if to offer some semblance of comfort, before it dropped back to her side.

"As you will. Goodnight, Princess. I wish you a pleasant rest."

Dawne held her expression in place until she was alone again. Her magic coiled tighter within her, reflecting her unhappiness. A distinct heaviness settled around her shoulders and a thread of restlessness had her reaching for a dressing gown.

In a matter of minutes, she found a suitable one, her quietest house slippers and a handful of hard, sweet candy from a secret little tin in her dresser drawer. Crunching away on the sugary goodness, Dawne slipped out of her room with single-minded focus.

She made it all the way to Raspen's bedroom, unnoticed, her elemental pendant helping to mask her presence. Sure, she could walk straight there without any issues. It wasn't as if the assigned Gheyos would talk. It was common knowledge that the young Royals were a close-knit, comfortable group.

It was just that tonight, she wanted some privacy.

A space alone with her thoughts and a friend. A place away from whispering gossips and the Council's strict requirements.

Raspen opened the door at once, his harried expression softening at the sight of her. He glanced out into the hallway and stood aside, allowing her enter. "Can't sleep?"

"Can't think," she said, honestly. "You?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes a warm shade of amber. "It gets worse, then it gets better and then it's worse all over again."

"That bad?"

"You didn't see him," Raspen said, stifling a shudder. Riven's expression would haunt him for a while, he knew. He'd never expected to see his mentor in such a state with such high stakes. "I-I knew he bargained with Death, but I've never-"

"Seen it in action?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes."

Dawne's lips quirked faintly. She trailed after him to the bed, sitting on the end, dragging the ends of the duvet up around her shoulder. "At least you have Harry anchored to the realm now. That's something we couldn't have hoped for."

"Wasn't my doing, but I'm glad it happened." He frowned at her. "You look terrible."

"Thanks," she said, dryly. "I have the weight of a realm on my shoulders."

He snorted. "As do I, but that's not what I meant and you know it. What's wrong?"

"Besides the fact that the Council suggested I narrow down my list of acceptable bonding candidates?"

"Ignore them," Raspen half-growled. "You don't have to pick in a hurry and they can't pressure you. They know that. They're just being—there's probably someone who wants to retire in a hurry and they can't do that until the crown changes for whatever reason they choose."

Dawne stifled a laugh at the righteous indignation on his face. He really was a good friend to her. "I think it's more like, Alcandor has a crown and they want the elements balanced out. You know how they feel about one crowned Royal and three crown-less, yes?"

"Again, none of their business," Raspen grumbled. "We'll court and bond in our own time. It might be easier if it wasn't such a public, curated process."

"Perhaps. The choices aren't really bad, it's just so-"

"They aren't?"

"…alright, mine aren't as bad as I thought they'd be."

"Thanks for the clarification."

"That bad?"

"You have no idea."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. It's not really anyone's fault. We know what we're getting into, before we agree to the Crown."

"Knowing and accepting it are two very different things."

"True."

"It's just—it feels so soulless?" Raspen settled onto the bed opposite of her. He mimicked the gesture of gathering the ends of the duvet up around his shoulders. "Obviously, it doesn't have to be, but not everyone gets the soulmate connection. Sometimes you get lucky and sometimes, you find what you're looking for."

"That's true. Look at Harry." She sighed. "I just—I wish I could fix that, you know? He looks like he's given everything he's ever had to give in his life and gotten little to nothing back. You know the look. It's in his eyes. He can't help it."

Raspen slumped. That was indeed one of the reasons he'd taken a more personal interest in the entire proceedings surrounding the newly formed Nott Circle. "They'll be alright, eventually. They have the Deveraines' and more behind them."

A shadow passed over Dawne's face. She shrank into the thick softness of the duvet. "About them—do you remember what happened? All those years ago, with the scandal?"

"Not really. I was on exchange with Alcandor that year. We were learning underwater combat." Raspen's brow furrowed. "What about it?"

"They had a daughter, Kandra? Was showing signs of a late inheritance, but they thought she'd be a Submissive, you know?"

Raspen's hands curled into the duvet. A vague memory tickled at the back of his mind. "What happened?"

"I don't really know. I mean, we have the reports. We have conflicting reports. But then you have the Deveraines. You have a beloved child that had no choice in what happened to her."

"Conflicting reports don't mean anything," Raspen said, darkly. "What really happened?"

"According to the reports? He attacked her for refusing him after some sort of social event. A evening gala or something. Claimed he was—drunk. Instinctive haze. Thought there was a connection and pursued it."

"And?"

"She fought back, of course. Blinded him in the left eye. Left significant scarring. Reduced his overall regenerative ability. Dampened his magic by half. But he took what he wanted and took more than he had a right to take. He gets to live with the protection of his Circle and she—Kandra Deveraine was off-realm until Ithcyar called her back on Ilsa's behalf."

"...and he's still alive?" Raspen finally caught on to her train of thought. "Dawne."

"It wasn't my time. I had no idea about any of that, just that something had happened to make the Deveraines distrust us all over again while their Alpha was off-realm." She bit her lip. "I-I knew Ilsa had complications, but she never—not to my face, anyway. She listened. She obeyed. She never protested. I-I didn't know how to handle that. No one told me that we'd end up skewed like this. The Earth's Blood Title answering to the Air Court's whims."

Raspen winced. "It isn't ever as simple as they make it out to be. Isn't there anyone you can ask? Would the archives have anything added to them?"

"Mama would know, but I'd have to ask."

"So, ask!"

"And then do what?" Dawne shot back. "What do I do when I have an answer I don't like, Raspen? What would you do? As much as I want things, I still have duties and responsibilities. I can't just—order an erasure in the middle of the Hunt without some kind of uproar to a-"

Knuckles turned white from where his hands clenched in the duvet. "...you know what I'd do."

"We are not to meddle in the lives of individuals unless requested. Yes, we have a duty to the people, yes, we have a duty to the council and definitely to those who serve directly under us, but what do I say now, Raspen? What do I tell a young woman that fell through the cracks of our perfect system and suffered?"

"It's not perfect," he said, at once. "It's not the same it once was and it shouldn't be. It's a system that grows and changes. Every Royal before us and the ones that will come after us, they all bring something with them. Change. We have our turn. We get to make our mark."

"We have a future," Dawne murmured. "And she-"

"You don't decide whether she has a future or not. That's up to her. Even if her life didn't flow according to the expected easiness afforded to her, that doesn't mean she couldn't do as she pleased."

"She refused her inheritance!" Dawne's voice cracked. "She actually refused her inheritance. Blamed it for being the cause and—left the realm!"

"She had the right to. She still does."

"But to give this up?" Dawne gestured at herself. "I don't understand."

"Do you have to understand? What is it you want to do?"

"...claims were made. Properly filed and everything. The Deveraines are—they know the time passed for certain retributions to be called into action, but they chose to go about it a different way. They want their skin and scale, so to speak."

"How long ago?" Raspen dared to ask, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. "Dawne, tell me this isn't-"

"When Ilsa Deveraine disappeared. Twenty years ago."

Raspen made a wounded sound in his throat. "Dawne, I-"

"She had duties to your element."

"My father-"

"And the rest of her Circle had duties to mine. Yet. A tragedy occurs and they close ranks. Shuffle and reshuffle. Fingers are pointed. Accusations are made. Nothing happens. Nothing's resolved. The hurt lingers. Festers."

"What are you going to do?"

"I can't give them anything that would repair what's already been done. There's nothing that can do that."

"But now, they're coming to you."

"Not because they want to, Ras. There's a difference between necessity and convenience. They might claim they couldn't demand reparation sooner because of a missing Alpha and ACE, but it won't change the timeline. Not to mention I have no authority over something that isn't within my lifetime range."

Raspen grunted.

"It gets worse," she continued. "Guess what else I got today?"

He gave a humourless laugh. "Surprise me."

"A claim of neglect. To Harry."

Raspen paled. "No."

"Yes. It's being sent to courts too. Cunningham went around me."

A pained wince came next. "If he was doing it for Mariana, then he wouldn't have given anyone the chance to refuse it. He'd have gone around everyone."

"The problem isn't his lack of tact. It's the fact that he's accusing family. Blood family. There's evidence to prove his story." Dawne looked him straight in the eye. "The claims are for Juniper Evanson's daughter, Petunia."

"What?"

"And her spouse and child. Petunia did not choose her inheritance, but she saw nothing wrong with taking things out on her nephew."

"How?" Raspen stared at her in horror.

"You know how. You were there when they were heading down to Earth to check things over. What'd you expect them to find, Ras? Or did you think they'd just keep quiet about whatever they found until they had a chance to discuss it with you?"

"I'd hoped for some kind of warning."

Dawne huffed. "This is all the warning we have."

"H-how does something like this happen?" Raspen's growing horror short-circuited when he processed the rest of Dawne's revelation. "What do you mean, her nephew? How many Bonded children did the Evansons have on record?"

"Not that kind of bond, apparently," Dawne said, mildly. "Especially since there are no registered Dragel Circles for the Evanson bloodline on Earth."

MERROW WATERS — BREACH

Queen Regent Esperanza drifted up into warmer, lighter waters. Her long, elegant tail swished beautifully behind her. Each stroke matched by the armoured guards flanking either side of her.

She never ventured up this close to the surface—if so far below the actual surface could be called that. Rich, navy blue scaled skin glittered in the flecks of mage-light that travelled this far up from the constantly bubbling barriers deep below.

"Aspertalian!" she called, crisply.

The Merrow Gheyo captain on her left angled toward her, hovering at her side within a single breath. "Yes, my queen regent?"

"You said the barrier was broken where?"

"...to the right, my queen regent." Captain Aspertalian dipped his head, iridescent curved blade pointed in the right direction. "I would not wish to trouble you but-"

"Scent for blood?" The Queen Regent eyed him carefully. She could smell and taste the faintest hint of something foul.

Death, destruction and something darker. Disgusting and dark. Like magic that had turned on itself to the point of devouring a sacrifice to sustain itself. There were all kinds of magic across the realms.

She knew that. Every Merrow knew that. But the intent behind that magic—that was where the real power lay. The intent behind this magic was what bothered her.

It wasn't just evil, it was cruel.

They had a name for it.

Deceptive, malicious and insidious. Fabrine. A torrent of ugly, awful, darkness that fused into a sick feeling that wormed its way into a host and leech off of everything, their very lifeforce, until there was nothing left but a mere husk.

Oh, that was the worst. To take a once living creature and turn it into a shell of its former self. Some it devoured whole, while others, it fed on like a parasite.

Still, it was nothing more than a hunch that scrabbled at the back of her mind, picking through her brain in a frantic attempt to connect the dots.

Fabrine hadn't been sighted at their lines or borders. It'd only shown itself above ground and at the Realm's Gates. But she was sure it was nearby.

Still, she couldn't call it anything specific unless she'd witnessed it with her own eyes.

The uneasy sensation bothered her enough to resort to actually leaving the safety and comfort of the famed pearled Merrow castle and venturing forth into the waters to check for herself. True to form, the Merrow barriers did not block all Aqua'kine from meeting or melding with each other.

It simply provided a bit of a boundary line. A warning of sorts so that none could stumble into other waters, unaware.

Blueness rippled and shifted around them. Faint currents evidenced only by the wisps of faint bubbles and the twisting of the light as it cast across their scales. A constantly twisting and shifting seascape.

The Queen Regent and her escorts dipped down, dodging away from the beckoning lightness overhead, angling for the strange whiteness of the bubbling feeling that reached out to them in the distance. Another faint tingle of distress nudged at the back of her mind, a reminder that she was practically lunging in a potentially dangerous situation.

She stretched her jaw, fangs dropping, joints popping out to allow the large, gaping mouth to expand, before the rest of her body shifted to catch up. One long tail splitting to become two, then three and four in a matter of seconds.

"My queen regent?" Captain Aspertalian darted around in front of her. There was clear worry in every line of his body as he came to hover at eye level. Her size was swiftly out-growing him as her transformation continued.

Her still shifting form was a thing of monstrous beauty and delicate femininity. Tails were now nearly a dozen tentacles. Long-reaching, gorgeously scaled tentacles that stretched out from her caecilian body. Sleek and navy blue on the surface, and ridged, glittering onyx underneath. Flecks of cream-colored scale accented curves and highlighted the slope her cheeks, the arch of her brows and the wide, smirking mouth.

Captain Aspertalian's tail whipped back and forth in the sudden current as she stopped her transformation before it could grow any larger. He shook himself out, pulling on his own magic to grow a bit bigger, so as not to be swamped by the currents of her natural movements.

They were an escort yes, but not because the Queen Regent needed assistance.

Oh no.

They were there to bear witness and see to her every whim and comfort. The rest of the Merrow guard followed suit, altering their forms in ways to adapt to the Queen's transformation.

In this form, he was no bigger than her eye. The vibrations of her voice rippled through the water, warning all within range to seek cover at once.

She prowled towards the bubbling boundary ahead, her clear blue-green eyes burning to a furious, deep red. The crown on her head, glittered, along with the jewellery of her station. A collared necklace, bangles, and a thin strand of shining scales around her soft stomach, proudly displaying the scales of her bonded.

Flowing strands of beautiful, wavy hair streamed out behind her, the water beginning to roil and twist at her approach. A grand trident materialized in her hand. Rich, potent magic dripped off of her in tangible flickers of blue-gold light.

The bubbling boundaries wavered, but held.

She drew herself up, long tentacles beneath her. She did not have to wait long.

The bubbles parted to show the ungainly undead. Poor, pathetic scraps of soul that floundered and struggled, desperately trying to reach her. A pathetic attempt at striving for the lives they no longer had to call their own.

Her crimson-tinted gaze zeroed in on them with pity and ill-concealed disdain.

"Your souls are no more," she told them, dispassionately. "And this artificial life you lead will bring you nothing more of the same. Death and pain." She held up the trident in front of her. "This is my mercy. May your spirits be cleansed to a better realm."

The spell was in merrowspeak, but the magic was bright, vibrant blue. It burst out from the trident like a shockwave, rippling out along the bubble boundary and beyond.

Screeches and shrieks of pain and displeasure were swallowed up by the chanting cry of her Merrow Guard escorts that immediately added their own spells to hers.

The Queen Regent flicked her tentacles, drifting backward and away from the line. A faint stripe of pastel green appeared in her hair. "Aspertalian, send for our champion. Assign Crimson Tide the task of keeping these creatures from crossing over. Entrust them with a duplication spell, if they feel they are unable to defend our border alone."

Captain Aspertalian bowed as best as he could in his current form. "As you wish it, my queen regent."

"I wish it," she said, dismissively. "And I wish for my son to finish his business above ground and return where he belongs. The landwalkers can handle what will come, but we are the last line of defence before Nevarah is breached. He would do better to return to our waters."

"You are wise, my queen regent," Captain Aspertalian hummed. He flicked his tail rapidly to keep up with her slow, drifting pace. She was taking great care not to swamp them in her inevitable wake.

She sighed. "You need not look so smug, my darling. It does not become you."

Captain Aspertalian laughed outright. He swam forward as she held out one great hand, allowing him to cling to her thumb. She guided him closer to her shoulder, where he could entangle himself in the thick, wavy strands of her hair to stay anchored.

He did so at once, keeping close enough to her ear so she could hear him without straining. "You could always order him home, if you wished it."

"He takes after his father, the idiotic simpleton. One does not think themselves out of a war." She gave a gentle flip of her hair—on the opposite side from where Captain Aspertalian clung. "I would simply feel more comfortable if I did not have to-" she glanced over her shoulder where more of the undead clamoured at the barrier.

Her spell had destroyed those that had crossed over. It hadn't touched the ones waiting on the other side. They would wait there indefinitely, she knew, searching constantly for a weakness of any sort, any opening that would allow them to venture in.

"Increase patrols," she said, at last. "Review curfew for the outer dwellings and gather our Mages to cast a haloing around each district."

"That will take some time," Captain Aspertalian murmured.

"We will only have until the prophecy begins. I fear it already has."

"That's the problem with prophecies. They're never quite—dependable."

"Perhaps," the Queen Regent mused. She tapped her lips with one elegantly webbed finger. "But you should visit the Oracles."

"...have I displeased you, my queen regent?"

"Oh, don't start that. Someone has to go and see them and it won't be me. I hate visiting them. All they do is ask whether I have grandchildren yet and then remind me that I am woefully unprepared for them." She gave an agitated flick of her fluted ears, nearly sending him flying in the process.

"W-we have enough to deal with now. There's no-"

"You try telling them that," she grumbled. "Visit them and ask if anything's changed."

"You think something has changed?" Captain Aspertalian gave up on holding her ear and instead, twined through her hair to sit atop the crown of her head—holding onto his favourite crystal on her crown.

"The magic has changed," she said, serenely. "A new being was anchored. The Immortals are awake. Guardians are filing in from across multiple realms. Every one that has a tie to Nevarah has come forth. Some are still traveling. Who knows if they'll make it here in time?"

"Chaos will come," he said, sagely.

"Yes. It comes to me every day in the form of my idiot son who takes after his idiot father!"

Captain Aspertalian winced. He could say nothing in his Bonded's defence, merely because their beloved Esperanza in a temper was something that was best left to simmer down on her own.

Stubbornness didn't necessarily mean idiocy, but that was a moot point in these conversations. A worried mother and bondmate had little time for quibbling when lives of their loved ones were at stake.

MAIA KADEL — KADEL RESIDENCY

Maia Kadel stirred in the semi-transparent burrow where she'd hunkered down for a nap. She'd gone to her viewing table in the higher section of their traveling residence, but the currents hadn't felt right and she'd grown tired waiting on them to even out.

Rousing herself from the final vestiges of sleep, Maia slipped into a large, oversized dressing gown and shuffled along the short walkway to return to the viewing table. A narrow room with incense burning at the four corners and a flameless candle sitting in the centre of the room.

She sighed, heavily.

The room lightened and lifted, the air currents drawing together to create a smoky haze that hid the ceiling, providing a perfect backdrop for vision-imagery.

Maia levitated a large, black bowl from underneath the viewing table. It floated by her left elbow as she flicked a hand at the flameless candle.

A flicker of blue flame kissed the tip of the wick.

When enough wax had gathered and dripped down the side, she floated it up, pouring it to the side, so a small puddle of shimmery wax pooled at the centre of the table. Satisfied when there was enough, she blew out the flame and banished the candle back to the supply cabinet.

The heavy black bowl was fixed to the table. Scented wisps of incense drifted down from the ceiling at Maia's beckoning hand. They swirled in the bowl, pale, thin and grey. She gathered them until the bowl was nearly full, a thick enough canvas to hold an image.

"Show my son," she intoned. There was no need to name him, for the magic would know. The magic always knew.

The words were old, heavy and ancient with power. Old magic. Pure magic. Her body trembled from the strain of using it, but the tremors did not last long. This was a gift to the people of her Clan and she bore the price well.

In a matter of minutes, the smoky wisps swirled around, before settling into a strange show of shadows. Gradually an image grew clearer and more colourful, until a young face came into view.

Delicate and pale with slender limbs and crackling power. He was somewhere out of reach. Climbing a rocky wall, hand over hand, hidden strength belying his outward appearance.

Maia watched, impassive.

There was such a pressing, desperate sense of wrongness in her veins that it made her want to recall every single one of her Bonded and children directly back to Nevarah. To keep them there, safe and sound from the chaos and terror to come.

And it would come.

If nothing else, she was certain about that. The only differences in her most recent visions were the addition and formation of new Circles. New ranks of Bonded dragels joining in the fight, adding their strength where it was needed the most.

They would need many more to combat the rise of the Fabrine and other warped souls dead set on destroying Nevarah.

Like moths to flame.

They would come to the unending source peace, a safe haven, to suck it dry, leeching every bit of goodness until nothing would be left.

Maia stared at the image of her youngest son moving so surely and steadily, moving forward, dedicated to his prophecy. It mattered little what she could see for his future. He would only accept a reality that he deserved.

That was good. Even if it did strain her heart a bit.

Forging his own path in the realms was practically a requirement, even though it would take as much out of him as it would give back. She hadn't seen him in the past two years, not since he'd left after dreaming of his soulmate.

Scrying for him in moments like this gave some comfort to her. At least she knew he was alive.

Twin tears dribbled down her cheeks, plunging into the bowl with the subtlety of an exercise weight. The smoky wisps plumed upwards, displaced by the tears. Within a matter of seconds, the tears multiplied, becoming a crystal-clear swirl of water in the bottom of the bowl.

It continued to rise until it was merely an inch from the edge of the bowl. The water swirled one way and then the other, spinning in a perfect vortex, before smoothing out to an unnaturally still surface.

Maia composed herself, staring down into the moving water.

Gradually, shadows, then images took place until a single face stared up at her. The head Oracle of Pearl Castle, the Royal Scryer herself, Anellette Kanthal.

"Sister," she intoned, respectfully. "Our visions have merged again."

"So, it would seem."

KALZIK GUESTHOUSE - QUINN + THEO & CO.

Theo returned to the guest house with his mind whirling a thousand clicks per second. Ilsa's information was welcome, but also troublesome. He appreciated the head's up, but what it meant for the coming days started a thread of uneasiness.

He was relieved to see that Charlie and Ethan were still busy and that meant he'd have some time to gather his thoughts before he'd have to explain. Quinn was up and about, as evidenced from the fact that all bedrolls were missing from the room.

A lovely, hearty scent wafted through the air. Breakfast, Theo guessed, wondering if he had room for more. Ilsa's breakfast had been wonderful, but this was Quinn. He'd seemed quite irritated last night about their lack of a proper diet and regular mealtimes.

Maybe it was a Healer thing.

Theo sighed, softly. He made his way through the guesthouse, pausing to look in on Harry, before making his way to the kitchen. He needed to plan their day at the Hunt. Ilsa had an excellent point.

Just because Harry was out for a bit, didn't mean that they had to ignore the Hunt or its benefits. While it wasn't ideal, it was simply the way things were. Maybe he could rekindle a few connections and check out some available properties.

Harry should definitely have a say in where they would live, but Theo knew that narrowing down some of their choices would certainly help. They would all want to be comfortable and safe in whatever residence they wound up in.

This meant finding a property that catered to their current elements. A hazy conversation with Charlie drifted through his mind, a single phrase that had Theo worrying all over again. They'd both considered whether Harry might have a Bonded from each element.

Of course, he hadn't wanted to think that far ahead, but now—well, Theo was starting to see that things were definitely pushing past his initial expectations. Earth element meant somewhere with a solid foundation, so nothing at all in the air.

If Harry found an Air or Storm Intended, then they would need a solid foundation with nothing overshadowing it. Theo huffed. The good side was that Charlie's Fire would be quite content if there was enough natural light—namely, a natural sunspot. When both Earth and Fire were satisfied, Shadow was content to share the same space.

The tricky points would be Storm—dependent on air currents and water proximity—and of course, Merrow. It almost felt arrogant to think that they'd add a Merrow to their Circle, but this was Harry. Theo would do himself no favours by thinking small here.

Not to mention Harry's repeated run-ins with a Merrow that cared enough to hex him and the subsequent removal of said hex by none other than the Merrow King. Theo suppressed a shiver. He didn't know if he could handle it if Harry drew the attention of King Alcandor. It was tricky enough with Prince Raspen and Princess Dawne's attentions.

The fine line of perfect manners and necessary formalities was rather thin.

He knew he was in the kitchen when Quinn cleared his throat expectantly. Theo stared as he watched Quinn fold four sandwiches into neat squares with quick flips and twists of his hands. The end result was a strange, well-toasted cube that looked interesting and smelled absolutely amazing.

"...breakfast?" Theo ventured.

Quinn rolled his eyes. Shimmering letters appeared in mid-air, floating in front of him. Obviously. What else would it be?

Theo managed a small smile.

Is something the matter?

"Not—really. Just-" Theo gave a helpless shrug.

Quinn frowned. He plated the odd sandwiches and stabbed thin half-skewers of charred vegetables to the centre of each. You should eat. Food helps.

"I ate with Ilsa," Theo said, cautiously. "I didn't realize you were-"

Did you eat vegetables?

"What?"

That's a no, then? Eat the vegetables. I'll make you some tea. Quinn plucked one of the half-skewers from the sandwich closest to Theo and handed it over. Root vegetables are good for you because of the element. He gestured between them. And the tea will give you some energy. I've got some water simmering...

He flitted back to the stove where he fiddled with a baby blue teapot. His blond hair curled at the neck, plastered to his skin with sweat.

Now that Theo was paying attention, it was clear to see that Quinn had gone for a run at some point, before returning to the guesthouse to start on breakfast. He didn't have too much time to contemplate things, before a steaming hot cup of milk tea was placed in front of him.

Drink. Quinn instructed. Warming tea. Good for the muscles and digestive system. Will give you some decent energy, if you need it.

Theo curled his hands around the mug, allowing the warmth to seep through the cup. It almost felt like Quinn was treating him as a Fire Elemental, instead of an Earth elemental, but when he took into consideration the carefully charred vegetable skewer—it was alright.

To his surprise, Quinn took the seat opposite of him at the kitchen island. He cut one of the cube-sandwiches into neat slices and stabbed at them with a fork. Three slices into his sandwich, he finally fixed Theo with a considering glance.

Something on your mind?

Theo fought the urge to shrug. "I don't suppose you know of any decent properties available for sale or rent?"

Quinn blinked. Once, twice and then-shrugged. Depends on what you're looking for. Temporary, yes. I know of four possible options. I'd say only one of them would suit you and yours. Estate sales, there's a few that consolidated last year, when they gave up seasonal homes. You're not partial to seasons, are you?

"Not in the least," Theo said, fervently. "Right now, I just want somewhere to call our own. A place that we don't have to worry who we're staying with or for how long we're welcome-"

You can stay here as long as you like. Quinn took a large bite of his sandwich slice. No one will mind. We have other guesthouses to put other patients, if necessary. You do not have to move when Harry wakes.

"That's very generous of you," Theo said. "I'd still feel-"

Obligated. Quinn sighed. I see. Well. In that case, I do know of a few places. I can pull some listings for you, if you like?

"Thank you—that would be very helpful."

A flicker of warmth shone in Quinn's teal eyes. I am honoured that you would ask. He sipped at his tea; brow furrowed. Would you be wanting a fully-element-compatible space or specialized for specific creature types?

"Full element, I think. It's Harry. There's no telling who he has his eye on. I have the distinct feeling that he's too close to his instincts to make any sort of obvious distinction beyond checking his Empathy to be sure that they're compatible." Theo nibbled at the vegetable skewer. His eyebrows went up appreciatively.

Quinn hid a smile in his teacup and mentally filed the recipe away as one that was Theo-approved. I'll pick those that are compatible. He hesitated. Do you have any Gheyo prospects?

"Not really, no. I wish I could say otherwise, but—Harry hasn't said anything and I haven't exactly been looking."

You could always attend the duels. There's bound to be someone there that might catch your eye.

"It doesn't feel right without Harry."

Did he tell you not to court without him? You're well within your rights and rank.

"...it's Harry," Theo said, simply. "It just—it doesn't feel right."

Quinn gave a slow nod. You could still befriend a few. You don't have to court them, but if you have a working relationship or friendship, Harry may be more inclined to hunt closer to home. He might feel more comfortable if he knows you're alright with them too.

Theo hummed. "Perhaps."

Don't take my word for it.

"I just want him to have choices. He's had so many of them taken away from him, I don't want to contribute to that. Ever. He deserves so much more than what's been thrown his way and this is something—I think he likes it here. I think he likes Nevarah and so far, nearly everyone that we've met. I've never seen him like this before and it makes me want to—protect it. Protect him."

Even more than before? Quinn's smile was knowing. He has that effect on people. I don't think he'd mind though. I think he'd be happy to know that you were actively looking out for him.

"It's too easy to get attached."

That's an easy way of procrastinating. Do you really think he values your opinion too little?

"Excuse me?"

Don't chip your scales. I'm only saying that you should give him more credit. Harry is taking his cues from you. He knows that he can trust you and he also wants you to be comfortable and supported, even if he hasn't said that outright. He gravitates towards you whenever he can.

Theo flushed. "...instincts."

Not all of it. Are you seriously doubting-?

"No!"

Quinn regarded him silently for a moment. He was struck again by how young Theo seemed, with the weight of the realms thrust on his shoulders. He sighed and took a bite out of his sandwich.

You shouldn't be. All of your Bonded are—happy. That's a good sign.

There was no answer from Theo, who studiously focused on his own plate for the next handful of minutes. His shoulders had eased a fraction, an invisible thread of tension removed altogether.

Satisfied for the moment, Quinn redirected his attention to his sandwich slices again. He ate in silence for the remainder of his sandwich. By the time he'd moved onto his skewer, Charlie and Ethan appeared.

"Breakfast?" Ethan perked up. "Thanks!" He threw an appreciative grin at Quinn. "If I didn't mention it last night, you're a great cook."

Quinn smirked. I know. Enjoy.

It was one of the skills his Mama had drilled into him from a young age and something he'd used to show off when he'd first started courting as an Alpha. He'd never quite given up the habit, even after giving up his rank and barely maintaining his Healer status until his life had returned to some sort of equilibrium.

Cooking was fun. Simple, pleasant and active. He could keep his hands busy even while his mind whirled away. It was something that he'd always returned to almost as a form of stress-management.

Absently, he wondered if that was something that Harry enjoyed. If Harry liked to cook at all or if he'd mind if Quinn cooked for him. Instantly, his mind provided an image of a happy Harry sampling a full bowl of fresh rice and warm curry.

It took a moment to pull himself together. That was too tempting to imagine—a Harry that would appreciate him and his gifts. Not all Healers or Medics cooked, but Quinn had done his best to be one of the few that did. Stubbornly, he pushed the thoughts away. He could daydream on his own, later, if he had to.

A happy Charlie dug into his own portion, seated between Ethan and Theo. Soft flames flickered in his hair as he cleaned his plate in record time. "Plans for today?" he looked to Theo.

"Sort of. I have some news from Ilsa and we have a deadline of sorts."

"Deadline?" Ethan frowned. "What for?" His golden gaze flickered to Quinn and back to Theo.

"Quinn's fine," Theo said, quietly. "He was offering to help find some available properties in Nevarah for our consideration."

"All element compatible?" Ethan checked.

Yes. Quinn's reply shimmered in mid-air. Harry is irresistible to all elements, it seems.

"Definitely," Charlie said, grinning. "I'd like to check out some places around here. Do we have a price range?"

Theo took a very long sip of tea. When he set his cup down, three pairs of eyes locked on him expectantly. He sighed. "Yes and no. If you think it's too much, it probably isn't. If it has enough room for thirty people, then no. We need something smaller."

Ethan blinked. "That's not—very specific," he said, carefully. "I take it we have assets that are only partially liquidated?"

"Yes." Theo sipped at his tea. "Depending on what we find, I can make it work, within reason. We are reasonably secure for at least five years, within reason."

Quinn frowned. Accounting for new growth, properties and Gheyo Bonded?

Theo took another long sip of tea, before answering. "I have some assets that are easily manipulated. We'll manage, if we're not extravagant."

"I can always take up teaching again," Ethan offered. "I taught for a while, but took off to work on my last thesis. I have the appropriate certifications for it, up to second-year intermediate coursework."

"Do you enjoy it?" Theo countered, a hint of concern showing through. "You are not obligated to-"

"It's not a problem. I actually enjoy it, but it does take some time to put together lesson plans, the grading and all of that. I wouldn't want to apply for a position of any sort unless we had more Pareya. Practically, it would seem—hasty and instinctively, I would feel too unsettled." Ethan's expression softened.

"Understood," Theo said. "Thank you for explaining."

Ethan flashed a grin that made his eyes glow bright, white-gold. He was pleased that Theo had asked and that a distinction was clearly made to define his own personal boundaries. It was nice to know that if he did end up teaching again, it would indeed be of his own free will.

Relief was plain to see on Charlie's tanned face. "Five-year stability is good," he said, at last. "I would definitely be open to working too, if that's an option here? Dragon wrangling is all I know though. I could probably work with other creatures, I did have a few interesting summer internships, but-"

"The same applies to you," Theo said, quietly. "You are under no obligation to force yourself into any line of work because of finances. If there's something you want to do or like to do, by all means, do go ahead, but I don't want either of you to do it at the expense of yourselves."

What about you? Quinn's teal eyes gleamed. Even if you are the Alpha, that does not excuse you from it either. Forcing yourself to endure something you do not enjoy doing for the sake of your Circle's financial stability is not-

A flicker of energy rippled over Theo. He calmly sipped at his tea. "I never said I didn't enjoy what I did," he said, evenly.

Charlie frowned. "But you've never said what you did either." He couldn't remember exactly what the Notts' did back in the Wizarding World. They were Purebloods, of course, and there was that mention of Nott Sr. in Azkaban that one time...

Theo set his cup down with a quiet clink. "I do not take after my father; I do take after my mother." He paused. There was a definite hazel tint to his eyes now. "I deal in information. I inherited her contacts and her favours upon her death thanks to a special time-delayed charm on her little black book of secrets. It was enough to reach an agreement with my father when my inheritance came in. I was lucky that Oretta came for me shortly after."

Ethan frowned. "That sounds—stressful."

Theo smiled, thinly. "It was not ideal, but I survived. Thankfully, I never had to follow through on father's broken promises—but, well, he can't do anything about it now. So, we're safe and I'm—the sole heir of a considerable estate. What the Ministry hasn't taken—or successfully forced their way into—remains mine. Adding Harry to the legal documents stopped them from taking more than they already had."

"...didn't something break into Azkaban this year?" Charlie wanted to know. A vague memory tickled at the back of his mind. "There was a break-in, but no one got out."

Ethan's golden gaze darted between the two of them. "I'm not quite following you two," he admitted. "Simpler explanation, please?"

"My father's dead. He killed my mother. He also left me a terrible inheritance. I built it up into something useful when I knew I was an Alpha and what it entailed. So, what I'm saying is that, yes, you can do whatever you like, but make sure it's something you enjoy. It's not worth forcing yourself to endure something, no matter how profitable it may seem in the short-term if the aftereffects will leave a lasting impression in the long-term. Don't do it, if you don't have to."

A complicated expression danced across Quinn's face. His frown mirrored Charlie's. I did not mean to insinuate that you were not giving your-

"You asked," Theo said, simply. "The answer is simply messy and complicated. But you were asking about the accounts, right, Charlie? That's what you meant?"

"Er—yes? I wasn't sure how it works. I've seen the tokens and I know they're personalized, but I'd rather not burn through our fortune by trying every single little foodstuff I've never seen before." Charlie offered a tentative grin. "House-hunting and property-viewing aside, I also get the idea that the Hunt is expensive."

Quinn huffed a laugh, the odd tension breaking. It is. Trust me. There's a great deal of expense involved, but it really depends on the Circle and what you want out of it. Some need the experience to be flashy and bright, others are more conscientious. You don't have to splurge to enjoy it. There's plenty to do, especially in consideration that new Circles are formed and not all will have stable financial bases, particularly if they're young. There's a lot of discounts too.

"Clothes are worth it though," Ethan added. "In fact, there's a lot of discounts during the Hunt, you know, so formal wear and all that is cheaper. If Harry's up to it, we should probably get some matching things."

I didn't realize you were Imenta—I guessed Eracle. Quinn cast an appreciative glance at Ethan. That's admirable.

"Eracle's mostly correct," Ethan said, sheepishly. "I can dance fairly well between the two, but it's easy to tip more into Eracle. I have sisters though. Several of them are Pareyas with Imenta titles, so I know enough to be useful. Eracle was too easy—I am a Hartwood after all. There's no point in claiming a scholar title when I'm practically born into it by name."

True. Quinn allowed. That is still—admirable. I did not expect it from you.

"Isn't your family Circle Pareya-heavy?" Ethan's brow furrowed, faintly.

They are. I know the titles and ranks, but it was always rather subtle.

"We can link everything today, if you want." Theo continued. "Typical distribution might be best. Personal accounts for everyone with a set amount in a general Circle account for necessary expenses. That way everyone can contribute, but they can also manage their own things."

"Is that how it normally works?" Charlie wanted to know.

Quinn snorted. It depends. Some Gheyo or Pareya heavy Circles prefer to have their own personal accounts, simply because it's easier for them to buy Armor or customize outfits for social events. That may mean they have larger allowances than other ranks within a Circle. Prevents any chance of jealousy, if you're all working, maintaining and contributing. You can take pride in what you earn, what you give and know that you're able to get what you want without having to ask for it.

Charlie gave a slight nod in acknowledgement. "I guess that makes some sense."

"Every Circle is different," Theo reminded him. "I just think that would work better for us. We could always change it later or if someone else has a better idea-"

"I trust your instincts," Charlie said, simply. "So, if that's what you think would work best, let's do that. So, we've got a bank trip on the schedule, what else?"

Theo set his empty cup down. He glanced at Quinn when the cup refilled itself at once. It was a kind gesture and he hadn't expected it. "Ilsa's visit," he said, slowly. "I'm afraid it's not good news and there is a timeline attached. There's been court summons for Harry."

Everyone's attention snapped straight to him.

"Court summons for Harry?" Ethan's forehead creased even deeper with worry. "What for? His Seal removals? That shouldn't even be handled in the-"

"Allegations of abuse from his extended family and caregivers during his time on Earth," Theo said, quietly. "We do not have the option to refuse them. They are mandatory in light of recent discovery and our presence is required to confirm."

"Harry won't be up for at least the next two days," Charlie said, slowly. "What about that?"

"She'll try to get it delayed on account of that, but we still have to be there."

"In the same place?" Charlie half-growled. "I don't like that. I don't think that Harry—is his aunt and uncle, right? The ones that had bars over his window."

Theo nodded.

Bars over his window? Quinn twitched. His family imprisoned him?

"His aunt and uncle," Theo said, carefully. "I can trust your discretion in this?"

Quinn fixed him with a withering look. Considering what you said a few minutes ago and the fact that I am still sitting here, I would think you'd have your answer.

Silence stretched out.

Steady golden eyes held his gaze until Quinn grudgingly nodded. A flicker of teal energy rippled over the room, a thin, but layered privacy spell sealing the entire kitchen over Theo's own spellwork.

"Thank you," Theo said, crisply. "This is Harry's story to tell, first and foremost. I am only explaining what I know of this to you in confidence that you mean him no harm and have helped him more than anyone else since we've arrived in Nevarah."

A thin flush of pink dusted across Quinn's face. I would never betray his trust!

"I didn't say you would. Harry's told us some of what he's been through," Theo began. "I don't know how much he's told you." He nodded to Ethan. "But none of it's been good. Some things are worse than others, but that's the only differentiating factor. His aunt and uncle are on his mother's side, so the Evansons. Has he told you anything at all about the Wizarding World or-?"

Ethan hesitated. "The gist of it. I can fill in the gaps."

I know what I can get out of his medical history. Quinn admitted. Some of it is fairly telling, but there's also gaps. It upset me the first time I read through it. The second time, I could pick out patterns and—I didn't like what they meant. I still don't. Harry is a person with a mind, soul and body of his own. I had the distinct feeling that someone was treating him as a thing—a weapon even—instead of a person. It—it paints an ugly picture. The court summons sounds—very serious though. He glanced at Theo's uneaten sandwich. Sure you don't want this?

Theo gave a small smile. "Help yourself and yes, it is quite serious. I think this is why Harry wanted to return to Earth so badly."

Charlie paled. "To hide that? Or—what?"

"I don't know. I don't think he could've hidden it, but he must've been desperate," Theo said, softly. "He wouldn't have insisted so much just because of you-know-what's his face."

A sharp bark of laughter slipped out before Charlie could stop it. He stretched a hand to Ethan. "Knowledge transfer?"

Ethan brightened. "Thanks." He curled his fingers around Charlie's, shuddering faintly at the exchange of information. "That's...awful," he said, at last. "He told me some of that, but not with the same details."

"He's been happy here. Genuinely happy. He's floundering a little, but we all are, honestly. This takes adjusting. Readjusting. Time and effort too. He's also stronger than anyone I've ever known," Theo said, softly.

Very strong. Quinn agreed. He held out a hand for the knowledge transfer as well, wanting to know what was shared between them that he hadn't yet inferred from the medical reports and that first conversation with Harry.

"And yet, he doesn't seem to think himself worthy of the love and care that he more than deserves. Arielle, it isn't even a matter of deserving it, he simply is. How could anyone look at him and not want to love and protect someone with such a precious light inside?" Theo's expression grew bitter. "It makes me sick to think that there is someone out there who actively wants to ruin that. To take away something—someone—good, just because they can."

Or because they're afraid. Jealousy is a powerful motivator too and so is fear. Someone who thinks that light is a threat to them will actively seek to smother that light. Even at the expense of everything else around them. Even though it might be the worst option available.

Quinn's expression was more subdued now. He made a mental note to add a few things to Harry's medical file. Maybe some therapy might be good and a few mandatory scheduled realignment sessions.

Tell us more about the summons, please?

"They're around the same time as the Deveraines' claims. Ilsa will try to be there on my behalf, but she's not sure yet what times everything will be and how they'll run together."

The Deveraines' have an ongoing issue?

"Clan war," Theo said, by way of explanation. "Deveraines and the Vaughns. It won't be pretty."

Quinn winced. Definitely not. Will they actually engage or will they invoke legal rights first?

"Both, I should think," Theo mused. "The Twins are—well, vicious. They'll want blood. Ilsa will give it to them. Ithycar is thorough, so he'll want it taken care of on all levels and Delani won't be happy unless they're satisfied, so it'll be a mess before it's through."

Naturally... Quinn tapped a finger on his chin. He didn't want to think too closely about how the Deveraines' would take care of things. He knew of Elven ruthlessness, but to combine it on top of dragel instincts—that was sure to be a problem—for the Vaughns. Are you required to accompany them?

"No, but I shouldn't be unreachable either. Unfortunately, it appears their matter will be handled before Harry's, so things might overlap." Theo fiddled with the edge of his sleeve.

"What about the tapestry!" Ethan twisted around in his seat. "There was probably a clue there, right? That's why Harry was so shocked by it. Remember the sections with the Evansons?"

Theo stilled. "Two in stasis, right? One dead? You don't think..."

"It could be. Maybe his uncle?" Charlie tried to recall. "What does that mean?"

"Even if they've passed on, they might revive them," Theo said, slowly. "The spirit, I mean. They might call it back to judge. Even though they've passed on, if they were in stasis like the other two, then the soul would be trapped. They might be dead in this plane of existence, but still subject to Death's court and a Reaper's scythe."

Ethan shivered. "I do not envy anyone that. Reapers—disturb me. They are necessary, I understand that, but what they do-"

Everything has its place. Quinn shook his head. And their duties. They exist for a reason.

"That doesn't mean I have to like it," Ethan said, twitching. "That doesn't mean any of us have to like it."

"Could you find out more?" Theo asked. "Is there anything else you can look at? Records, archives, sealed information-?"

"I could try, but that usually takes time. When are the summons?"

"...I asked Oretta to help push it back until Harry wakes. It might be on the same day though. We don't really have much influence to push it out past that. They'll make an allowance because Harry's in a healing trance, but not much beyond that."

"Let me make a few calls," Ethan offered. "Be right back."

KALZIK GUESTHOUSE - ETHAN AND CO.

The conversational tones had shifted by the time Ethan returned. He'd done the inevitable and called an old tutor from his junior class days, working his way through calming down his former roommate and asking to speak to said roommate's Bearer. Eventually, he'd gotten the information he'd wanted, but it was nothing more than confirmation of what he already knew.

Yes, he could find some extra information, but due to the narrow timeline, it was unlikely that he'd get his claws in it before the courts were ready. That wouldn't help them now and the feeling of helplessness that accompanied that realization, did him no favours.

When a message bubble popped up with an urgent notification glowing in the corner, Ethan sighed. He could almost feel the excitement radiating off of it. A secondary alert pinged alongside the notification cluster he usually kept silent and out of sight.

Ah. It seemed the bonding registration had been accepted. On one claw, that was great. It meant that he'd filed the correct paperwork in the proper order to have it all expedited. On the other claw, it meant his entire family descending on their little, quiet, slightly stressed triad.

Alright—fairly stressed triad. Still. It wasn't entirely Theo's fault. He had no support system at all and from the sound of it, his replacement system—the Deveraines—were up to their scales in their own complications and drama.

Definitely not good for them, no matter how well-intentioned they were towards Theo. Ethan scrubbed a hand through his hair. He could ask his parents for help or at least his bearer. There was just the slight problem of asking for their help without asking Theo for permission.

He could, but it felt wrong.

As if he were encroaching on Theo's fledgling authority and given his last strategic judgment error, Ethan was not particularly inclined to let his mouth run ahead of his common sense again. His family would certainly back him, no matter how early or late, he chose to call on their alliance.

Right now, he had to adjust. Like all newly bonded Pareya. He sighed again, wishing there was more advice on how to let go of old habits and grow into his new function in his new Circle. Then again, none of the articles and that one workshop, had prepared him for any of this.

Talking about it, reading about it and daydreaming about it was completely different from actually being Bonded into a Circle and realizing how little he knew them, Soulbond aside, and how much work it would take to make it work.

He summoned the small planner he kept with his study materials and flipped to a new page in the back. A few quick charms immediately emptied some of the clutter in his mind and scribbled them down as short bullet lists that he could use for quick reference.

That was good. A clearer mind meant better conversation. Right. Mentally, he braced himself and tapped the glowing orb to answer his mother's call.

Ethan's message ended with a happy chirp and a muffled moan. He slunk out of the bedroom, his face warm and his shoulders drooping. Of all the times for his mother to call, that was the one time he hadn't expected to hear from her.

Not that he minded, but he'd hoped for some time before the request came through. He mentally talked himself through two sets of calming breaths, before the anxiety tapered off to a faint fondness. His mother liked to worry, especially when the rest of her Bonded weren't around to distract her.

She'd always worried for him, particularly as his siblings had spoiled him rotten—and also scared off most of his suitors.

Ethan sighed. He had a feeling a meeting without Harry would be—interesting. He almost wasn't sure he wanted to chance it, but meeting his family now would certainly set the groundwork for asking for any sort of assistance at some point in the future.

Theo perked a brow at once, immediately picking up on the changed atmosphere upon his reluctant return. He held out a hand halfway, beckoning to Ethan. "Bad news?"

"That depends on how you want to look at it," Ethan said, awkwardly. He rubbed his head, skimming over the wiry curls, the motion almost soothing. "Short answer from before. I can request some extra information, but it will take too long."

"Skip," Theo said, instantly. "Perhaps later, if it isn't costing you any favours with your contacts? Or maybe request it through normal channels when it won't matter what we find out? What else?"

Ethan drew himself up. Best to get it over with in one breath. "My family wants to meet you. They're insisting that if we're attending the Hunt today, that I introduce you. All of you. At least to the triad and Mama. I-I don't believe I can talk them out of it and I would rather not have to try."

Quinn stifled a smirk in the corner. He could easily guess how that would turn out. The Hartwoods were similar to the Kalziks—large families resulting in large Circles that comprised the main Clan. Ethan would probably be smothered much in the same way his own parents fussed.

Charlie's smile was wistful. It vaguely reminded him of the few times he'd brought home a boyfriend or girlfriend at Molly's insistence. She'd always welcomed them, even if it had been a little bit awkward. "Is it that bad?"

"N-no! It's not that I don't think they'll like you, it's more that you're very likely to be interrogated and assimilated in exactly that order. My family does not do anything by halves and they are very methodical about what they choose to engage with-!" Ethan stifled a groan. He shuffled over to Theo's side, allowing himself to be pulled close enough for the contact to settle him. "I'm making a mess of explaining this, aren't I?"

Charlie's smile brightened. "A little," he admitted. "They found out quite fast though."

"They got an alert when I filed the paperwork. I expected it, but I hoped they'd hold off a week or so. Don't tease, please! They'll look at you both and start asking the kinds of questions that neither of you are prepared for and I won't be able to field the-"

"Just tell them that Harry's not up for it," Theo said, matter-of-factly. "And that we'll check in with them later. Will that work or do we need to-"

"We can't," Ethan said, flushing. "The moment we check-in, they'll know we're there and since we're there—we'll have to meet them. Believe me when I say there is no way that my parental triad will allow you to leave without at least a ten-minute interrogation—I mean, conversation—and attempting to feed you at least a half-dozen times. Once you accept, and really, it's better to just agree with them, from there, they'll invite themselves over to-"

"There's no way around it?" Theo asked.

"...no?"

"Then can we delay it at least until lunch? A late lunch? It'd probably be best to eat in a group. Make ourselves less of a target, if it comes down to that." Theo spun something on his fingers that caused a small, blue window to pop up to his left. He tapped at the holographic image, before flicking it away with nervous fingers.

"I thought you were from a family of Scholars?" Charlie asked, hesitantly. "Are they excited for you? What am I missing?"

"Scholars means curiosity," Ethan said, with a mixture of resignation and exasperation. "They'll gladly listen to you, that's not the problem. The problem is—you haven't met my family. They're big, loud and busy."

Charlie shrugged. "And?"

The Weasley clan by default was everything loud and noisy. He'd grown up in and around it until he'd moved out. Even with his fellow Dragon Wranglers, there was little reprieve from the laughter and lifethat came with being so close to others.

Ethan shot him a look. "You've never been completely surrounded by Pareya, have you? My entire family clan is Pareya-heavy. We're scholars. So, we study what fascinates us, what haunts us, what terrifies us. It also means that we're practically fearless when it comes to stomping all over someone else's worries, reservations and insecurities. They'll pryand they'll be nice about it in such a way, you won't be able to help answering them."

Charlie barely held onto his grin as he connected the dots. Ethan's family would be the first big introduction of actual family that was new to all of them. Theo had been fairly tight-lipped about any sort of familial connections and Harry, well, they all knew about Harry's side of things.

Which left the Weasleys that everyone but Ethan knew and that meant that Ethan's family would bear the brunt of being the first full dragel family to make a memorable impression as in-laws. Charlie silently wondered if the Deveraines' counted as Theo's extended family.

Ilsa had certainly included them in everything as if they were, without a single nod to Theo's mentored student status, unless it was between the two of them. Now that he thought of it, the Deveraines' had definitely fussed and welcomed them in alternate moments, even with Bhindi's icy demeanour.

"It will be fine," Theo said, slowly. "I'm sure they were worried about you."

"That's not the point. I don't want them to make you uncomfortable, especially since we'll earn a family favour, simply by virtue of being newly bonded. If we have to use it, then-"

"What do you mean by virtue of being newly bonded?" Theo's entire being seemed to sharpen all over, from his narrowed gaze to the gleam of his fangs.

"The Hartwood Clan grants every single Hartwood child a single favour upon their Bonding. It is technically my favour and can only be used or invoked by me, but is generally expected to be used by your request," Ethan explained. "If we need to use it for the upcoming trial-"

Theo shook his head, quickly. "No. We can save it. That's—very good to know. Thank you for telling me."

"Of course. There's a few more bits of Clan etiquette, but it's nothing pressing. I'd like to go over it with Harry as well."

"That's probably best," Theo said. "Is there anything we should know before meeting your family today?"

Ethan hesitated. "They're—protective of me," he said, slowly. "I can't really explain it any better than that. Please don't be offended if they're a little—sharp at first. I really don't want to add more to our schedule-"

"It's fine. We don't have much of a schedule besides the bank and a ring for you," Theo said, wryly. "So, if either of you are up to touring a few places, we could fit that in, unless you'd rather wait for Harry?"

"We could tour a few places, definitely," Ethan said. "I think Harry will be alright. He won't mind if we help to narrow things down. We can get a feel for the magic and pick things we know he'll like, so he isn't overwhelmed."

"Agreed," Charlie said. "I think it would help to cut down on the overwhelm. We can still show him all the options, if he's interested, but if-"

Quinn's lips twitched. That is a good way to spend your afternoon, if you're all up for it.

Theo hesitated, still clearly torn between attending the Hunt and keeping a watch over a certain danger-magnet Submissive. "But Harry-"

Will be fine and fast asleep. Quinn assured him. I will keep an eye on him throughout the day. Surely that will put your mind at ease?

"You aren't going to the Hunt?" Ethan was the first to speak, surprise clear in his tone and manner. "We couldn't possibly interrupt your Hunting season as well as the-"

It is no trouble at all. I am not—interested in the Hunt. It is nothing more than a headache at best. I am required to attend some events, because of Mama and our Clan duties, but beyond that, there is no need to attend functions and such. I have no need of them. Quinn ducked out of the dining room and into the kitchen, returning with a chilled smoothie in hand. He sipped at it with a thoughtful expression. I only need to pick up a few things from the Main House, then I'll be fine to stay here for the remainder of the day. If you would wait until my return, that would be best.

"You don't have to stay all day," Ethan said, quickly. "We'll be back."

You shouldn't rush this. Quinn countered. It's for your sakes' and Harry's. Take the time to make connections, run your errands and get to know each other a little more. Harry will understand.

"I don't like the idea of staying away all day either," Theo said, lightly. "Ethan's right. We'll be back by-"

Dinnertime? Quinn challenged. There was a gleam in his teal gaze.

Theo sighed, recognizing the warning for what it was. If Quinn wanted to make a point, that was fine, he supposed. The teal-eyed healer was a very good cook, after all and there was really no harm in forging an alliance with a Kalzik. Especially since Quinn seemed to be finely attuned to Harry's wellbeing. "Yes. Dinner's fantastic."

Wonderful. Now, hurry up and start moving. I have paperwork to sort. He tidied up the place with a few quick neatening and cleaning spells, before hurrying off to the Main House.

Theo watched him leave with a slight twinge of curiosity. There were several fascinating contradictions from Quinn and it was enough to pique his interest. A Healer rank would certainly be a wonderful addition to their Circle...

He frowned. Still, Quinn had just said he wasn't interested...

Pity.

MAURY AND HARRY - HARRY'S MINDSCAPE

"That's quite a tale," Maury said, when Harry's recounting of the entire Clinic, Kalziks and the accompanying panic had finished.

"I know," Harry said, miserably. He curled closer to Maury, unable to fight the instinctive need to be even closer, despite the fact that he was practically smothered by the strong arms keeping him close.

"It's good that you know you have seals on you though," Maury continued, thoughtfully. "Though I do think that healer of yours could've gone about it a bit less dramatically, mind you."

Harry blinked. "What?"

Maury perked up, a clear hint of amusement filling the air. "Dramatics, Harry," he said, teasingly. "Your healer is a little bit dramatic."

Brows furrowed. "I don't understand," Harry said, slowly. Quinn was kind of like Theo. Strong, reserved and with a definite hint of strictness, buried underneath piles of concern and worry. There wasn't anything dramatic about him.

At least, not to Harry.

Maury's lips twitched. "Did you really think that a proper certified Healer would immediately kick your newly Bonded soulmates out of an examination room for a conversation that could've easily happened behind a privacy spell?"

Harry's face warmed. "H-he said that it was because of-"

"That's partially true and possibly on account of how tired he must've been at the end of a full day," Maury hummed. "But it wasn't entirely necessary. I can't claim it was or wasn't, as I'm not a Healer, but I can say that he could've gone about it quite differently with significantly less strain on you or your Circle."

"I-I was—it was—fine," Harry said, slowly. A rush of warmth ran through him. "I-I shouldn't have-"

"Ah—no!" Maury scolded, bopping his nose with one elegant finger. "There is no 'should' when it comes to the past. Yes, there are probably a thousand ways we could redo something or millions of possibilities otherwise, but that doesn't change the fact that it's already happened."

"But I could've-"

"Do you have a time or reality-altering magical talent?"

Harry's mouth snapped shut. He gave a cautious shake of his head.

"Then you have no business dwelling on the 'shoulds' in life," Maury said, matter-of-factly. "The sooner you release that, the happier your existence will be. There are a great many things in life that we may feel we should do, but just because we feel that way, does not mean we need to act on it. If something has occurred that requires us to rethink and regroup for the future, of course, we'll learn from it, but it does not dictate our life. It cannot. Does that make sense?"

Another slow nod came from Harry. "I-if he didn't have to do that though, then why would he have-?"

"What was his rank?" Maury prompted, eyes glowing with unrestrained warmth. "And think carefully, before you explain it to me."

The furrow deepened as Harry nibbled on his lower lip. "H-he's a Healer?" he said, uncertainly. "I mean, he wasn't always a Healer, but he is now. He used to be an-oh."

Maury's shoulders quivered, faintly. "Yes, Harry," he said, amused. "Oh."

"But he-!" Harry faltered. "He wasn't—how could-?"

"As a Healer, he would have used a simple privacy spell. As an Alpha who gave up his rank, he was upset at seeing your state and allowed his instincts to take over, which dictated kicking your current dominant Bonded out of the room."

"But he didn't even know me then!" Harry protested.

"Did he have to?"

Harry froze. "What?"

"Did he have to?" Maury repeated, patient as ever. "Harry, you said he noticed your seals straightaway. You also told me he has the very unique ability to Soul Cast. So, don't you think it's entirely possible that he might have known whether there was something else at play that would make him react like-"

Harry twisted around in Maury's grasp enough to place a hand over his mouth.

For a moment, they sat, frozen like that.

Eventually, Harry took a deep breath and let his hand fall back between them, his shoulders drooping. "No," he said, quietly. "No, I don't. That doesn't make any sense at all. Quinn's—he's—Oret!"

"He's what, Harry?"

Hands twisting together, Harry huffed. "He's—he could do so much better than me."

"Oh?"

"Yes," Harry said, firmly. "He's smart, he's kind and he—his magic is incredible. He's used to Nevarah, he has a good r-reputation and he's—I'm me, Oret. I have nothing to offer him. I-I'm already—you know how much I don't know. How much I still have to learn. I-I'm still struggling now. I don't know how to use all of my magic; I still have things to work out with Theo and Charlie and—it's a mess. I'm a mess. How I could even begin to measure up to be what he needs? I haven't even-"

Maury rumbled, reassuringly.

Harry's eyes burned, faintly. "The Kalziks are very kind. They haven't judged me at all. It's nothing like-" His mind drifted back to the Hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey. It was such a sharp contrast that it really wasn't worth the hassle of comparing them.

It was better, here.

Even if he'd been scolded a little, the sting was eased by the kindness, affection and simple acceptance of Quinn and his entire family. The way that Surajini hugged him, her Pareyas fed him, Patrick fussed and even Hiram.

They'd simply enveloped Harry in their own little bubble of existence and it had made his heart sing, before he'd ever known what they were doing. To realize that they'd simply taken him exactly as he is, without prophecies attached or a proclaimed reckless streak.

No, they'd simply seen and accepted. All of them. The way that he'd been able to spend time with them throughout the Hunt, for the few days that he'd gone. Sitting up with their Circle along the higher spaces surrounding the auditorium.

The way they'd even accepted Bahn's presence.

Yes. The Kalziks were generous souls that he'd easily taken a liking to. Enough to know that he certainly wasn't the ideal match for their wonderful Quinn.

Harry quivered. He wasn't the best match, but so help him—he wanted to be. Wanted it so very much, that it almost hurt to think otherwise. He rubbed, absently at the ache in his chest, wondering why he could feel that now of all times.

Even in mindscape, he couldn't get away from it.

Logically, his mind tried to coax him towards a known outcome. Illogically, he couldn't fathom a single instance in all the realms where someone as talented, powerful and generous as Quinn Kalzik would pay him the time of day.

A gentle flick to his forehead brought Harry out of his musings. He startled, frowning at his mentor. "Oret!"

"You're thinking too hard. You need to be more self-aware. Getting lost in your mind, in your thoughts, doesn't always help. You can end up overthinking or worrying yourself to death over things that don't need more than a single moment's notice."

Harry frowned. "I'm not."

"Are too," Maury said, lightly. "What's so wrong about wanting Quinn?"

And that was the crux of the matter.

Harry curled into himself, a little deeper. "He can't," he half-mumbled. "He wouldn't."

Concern crept over Maury's caspered features. "He can't what? Why wouldn't he?"

"Why would he want someone like me when he could have anyone else?" Harry snapped. "And he couldn't possibly think that he'd-"

"If you keep talking about yourself like that, we're going to have to take a break," Maury said, mildly. "A break where I tell you all the good things about yourself and you are not allowed to refute them, no matter how minuscule they might be."

"What?" Harry's jaw dropped.

"I'm serious. We need to fix a few things and I do mean fix. This lack of self-esteem for one and that saviour complex for another."

Harry was at a loss for words. He hadn't expected that at all.

"Now when I say fix, I don't mean to imply that you're broken or irreparable. I mean that you have a faulty way of thinking or poor judgment in relation to your well-being and therefore, we should remedy that, straightaway."

"I-I don't know what you want from me."

"I want you to listen to me without interrupting," Maury said, firmly.

Harry shut his mouth with a click.

"Thank you. Now, when I look at you, I don't see what you're seeing." Maury reached out, tipping Harry's chin up to meet his gaze. "I see something very different. I see everything you could be and everything you are trying to be. I see your generous spirit that fights and grows, allowing you to give and give and keep on giving, even when you're suffering in silence. I see the strength it takes to give that much and be that much. I see the way you pull yourself together to protect your kind heart. I see the benefit of that kindness in the Bonded you've already chosen and the lives of those who surround you, just from what you've told me."

Harry made a sound of distress in his throat. Traitorous tears threatened to leak out of the corners of his eyes.

Maury's gentle hand slipped from his chin, allowing Harry to break the stare. "I see you," he murmured, softly. "I see a brave young man who had to grow up alone. Who had to learn to parent and protect himself from his peers, his family and even the adults in his life who should have looked after him. The teachers who failed you, the relatives who taught you even when they had no idea what they were teaching you. Oh, Harry. My dear child, I see so much more than what you think you are not."

And, well, there really wasn't anything Harry could say to that.

KALZIK GUESTHOUSE - THEO & CO. - GUEST BEDROOM W/HARRY

Theo curled his fingers through Harry's limp hand, channelling a gentle burst of love and calm through their shared bond. "Miss you, Harry," he said, softly. "And you missed a good breakfast. Quinn's cooking for us and it's—nice."

A faint grin danced across Ethan's face. "It's more than nice," he teased, picking up the thread of conversation from Theo. "Everything's different, but tasty. You'd like it, I think. He's also a bit of a grump. Not as charming as you made him out to be."

"...you think he's charming?" Theo blinked. That was news to him. Not terribly shocking, but still unexpected.

"You think he isn't?" Ethan countered, a shrewd gleam popping into his golden gaze. "He's capable, dependable and he cooks. That's—admirable."

"He's sharp, practical and skilled," Theo countered. "That's useful."

Now it was Ethan's turn to stare. "He's a healer, he has to be most of that. He wouldn't hold a healer's license if he wasn't."

"That isn't exactly what I meant-!" Theo swallowed the rest of his sentence at the message bubble that popped up in front of his face, chiming softly for acceptance. That was unexpected and it'd startled him, even if he would never admit it.

The sender was an unfamiliar name—Malachi Aldaris—on behalf of an H.G. His mind immediately flicked through every possible contact known with those initials.

His first thought made him freeze.

It couldn't be...

Still, he reached for it—pausing only when a spell zinged off of Ethan's fingers. "Ethan?"

"...instinct," Ethan mumbled, a touch sheepishly. "Sorry. I-you should always scan your messages, you know."

"I usually do." Theo shot him a soft smile. It was a strangely unique, yet satisfying realization to discover that a Pareya's protectiveness did not make him as irritated like he'd originally expected. Instead, it was more of a gentle acknowledgement of someone else looking out for him.

Someone that was not his Oretta or another authority figure in his life. Someone who was simply trying to help in their own way—because they cared. Ethan seemed like someone who would grow on him, given time.

"R-right." Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. "Friends of yours?"

"Not sure. Do you know a Malachi Aldaris?"

Ethan hummed. "I think he's one of those with twins? Twin Submissives. They do something with archives. No wait—artifacts? Magical artifacts, maybe? I forget. I've seen his name before. On archive reports and authorizing equipment. That sort of thing."

"Authorizing equipment?" Theo perked a brow. "What kind of-"

"I went on a few archaeological digs in my younger years," Ethan explained, a faint happy glow flickering through him. "For history, you know. It was a very fun course. They teach you all sorts of things and it's almost like an unofficial internship with all the different hands-on jobs and such. I really enjoyed it."

Theo hummed. "Was it in Nevarah?"

"No. Off-realm." Ethan sidled closer to read over his shoulder. "There were twenty of us or so. Lots of observational reports, some hands-on work and in the end, we had a lot of fun. I stayed over to take a course in Ancient Magics when the dig was up."

Theo found himself wanting to smile and stubbornly tamped it down. He could find out more about Ethan's travels later. For now, the message in his hands felt as if it would burn right through him and straight to the floor.

He opened it with a gentle touch.

A bright holographic image flickered to life, showing the semi-transparent form of none other than Hermione Granger.

Theo winced. He'd been right. Sometimes he hated being right.

"H-hello...Harry, I-I owe you an apology. I'm sorry. For a lot of things. I-I really would like to talk to you. C-can we meet up sometime? Somewhere? You can pick where. It's a-alright if you don't want to meet me either. I-I—this is hard." Hermione looked off screen to the side.

Something—no, someone—shuffled further out of range. The mysterious Malachi maybe? Theo strained to get a better view, but the message was well-crafted. He couldn't make out anything but Hermione. He couldn't even tell where she was.

"I'm so sorry," her voice crackled and glitched, as if the emotion couldn't properly carry through with the video. "I'm so sorry Harry and I'll make it up to you, alright? Please, just please be alive. Please be alright—and please—I just need to see you again. I-I'm staying with some n-nice people. They are very good and—I think they might be more than—I'm staying with Malachi XXX and his-"

"Is that Hermione?" Charlie appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, a steaming mug of something in his hand. He looked freshly washed and polished for the day, having took Theo's words to heart on getting ready to attend the Hunt.

The message paused.

Ethan waved him in. "Hermione the witch friend you mentioned—the hellhound's consort?"

Charlie winced and nodded. "She looks—pale." He squinted at the frozen image. "Where is she? I can't make a thing out behind her. Is she staying with friends?"

"Let's hear it out," Theo said, instead. He did not want to admit that Charlie was right. He'd never seen her look so pale, except when she was stretched out on the floor of Snape's apartment. Recalling that, did him no favours at all.

He was trying to reserve judgment for after the message, but the flurry of apologies did not sit right with him. He wished Harry was awake so he'd have a better frame of reference.

On one hand, he wanted to be upset with her, because Harry had worried, like only Harry could and for more than merely hours on end. On the other claw—well, she'd reached out. She'd apologized and clearly regretted something or the other, that she had yet to mention in the message.

Maybe he was reading too much into it.

But Slytherin habits never died.

Theo held his tongue and prompted the message to continue.

"I'm staying with Malachi XXX and his Circle. They've invited me to spend the day at the Hunt and—I'll be with them, for now. Oh, Harry." Hermione wiped a shaky hand across her blotchy face. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I-I don't know why I did that! I just—I just wanted to make it all stop a-and I didn't want you to get involved. I didn't want you to get hurt!" Her hands went to her ears and her eyes grew glassy and unfocused. But I went about it all wrong and I hurt you anyway and I didn't mean to, Harry. I swear, I didn't mean to! I-I shouldn't even say this over a message. I should tell you in person, but I don't know if—if I'll get to see you again, or if you'll even want to speak to me. I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm sorry-

Ethan frowned, leaning closer, as if he could reach out and touch her. "What's wrong with her ears?" He cocked his head to the side, as if straining to hear. "I don't hear anything, but she keeps fiddling with her ears—see that?"

Charlie matched his frown. "You're right," he muttered. "I didn't even notice until you pointed it out. She fidgets, but it's—in a pattern?"

"Nose, hair, and ears," Theo said, quietly. She rubs her nose, pats at her hair and then checks her ears when she tucks her hair behind them."

"Then she shakes her hair loose a split-second later," Charlie said. "I don't understand. Doesn't look like nerves, but if she's hearing something—wouldn't she stop fiddling with her hair?" He tilted his head to the side as if that would help him read her strange fidgeting better.

"She's hearing something. I don't know what though." Ethan tapped the message. "It ends here. She apologizes a lot. Does she always do that?"

Charlie hummed. "Theo would know better than I would."

"...no," Theo said, at last. "She doesn't."

Charlie pressed his mug into Theo's slack hands, waiting until his Alpha actually accepted it. He tapped it until Theo took a sip. "No matter. Should we see her? I mean, we haven't—it was quite a scene at the—at his court. Do we need to contact him? Should we? What about the others?"

Theo made a sound of disagreement in his throat. "I don't want to be anywhere near the middle of whatever they have going on between them," he said, wearily. "It looks complicated and we won't gain anything by sorting it out for them. That said, I do not want to be caught in the conversation of whether we should have or shouldn't have."

"You mean, if he—if it comes out that we heard and didn't do anything?" Charlie winced. That wasn't an appealing situation to think about at all. If Aiden knew they'd been in contact with his consort and hadn't immediately contacted him, there would probably be hell to pay.

Literal hell.

"We're not refusing to," Ethan said, slowly. "Delaying isn't outright defiance, right? If he has an alert on her, this message is probably already-"

"He won't. She sent it through someone else. Clever." Theo tapped his cheek with one finger. "That might save her and us for now."

"That's right!" Ethan perked up. "A third-party message is just—perfect. We can hold off on that for at least a few hours."

"I'm more worried for her wellbeing," Charlie said. "She doesn't—I don't know that Harry would take it well if something were to happen to her."

"She's probably in good hands." Ethan shrugged. "I say probably, because I don't know them personally, but Malachi—or rather, High Alphas that have multiple Submissives or ACES—are known for taking exceptional care with their Bonded. They also extend that in hospitality."

Charlie stifled a snort. "You mean like the Deveraines? Because that certainly didn't work in-"

"Until Ithycar arrived," Theo said, matter-of-factly. "Oretta ran interference, but when Ithycar returned-"

"It all changed." Charlie stared at him. "Are you serious?"

Theo's lips quirked into a half-smile. "I'm not saying it to excuse their behaviour, but I am asking you to at least consider it while taking into account that they were on the defensive, with scattered ranks and trying to do things long-distance that should've been done face-to-face. That's partially why there was no hesitation in actively declaring this Clan war of sorts. There'll probably be a lot of bloodshed before it's over."

Ethan shuddered. "Your mentor is a Blood Title," he said, thinly. "I can't imagine how she would settle for anything less."

Charlie didn't know what to say to that, so he said nothing at all. Instead, he let his mind and his gaze wander back to Harry's sleeping form, comfortably nestled beneath the soft blankets on the bed. In his mind's eye, he could remember the days where Ron excitedly talked about their adventures over the Floo. Of how he'd made friends and how excited he was to have them.

He also remembered the unnecessary squabble caused by Ron's jealousy, and the awkward regrets of pushing both of his friends away until he could get himself together. Charlie had actually sent him a not-quite-a-howler when he'd heard Ginny's side of things.

A dull pain throbbed in his head at the thought of his kid sister. Sure, they'd all spoiled her. She was the youngest after all and the only girl on their side of the family in years. It was practically guaranteed.

Instead, he thought back to the shining admiration in Ginny when she'd spoke fondly of Hermione. It was that emotion that prompted him to speak up again. "We can send a message back to her, right? Hermione? She wants to talk to Harry, but it shouldn't hurt to at least say something in return. So, she knows the message went through?"

"Shouldn't it be Harry's choice whether we contact her?" Ethan asked, uncertain. "It seems—personal."

"They were close," Theo said, at last. "Not that way," he added, at Ethan's furrowed brow. "Schoolmates. Friends. Our house called them the Golden Trio, because it was as if they could do no wrong, despite their trouble-seeking tendencies."

"I don't think they ever went looking for it," Charlie said, mildly. "Ron always told it as if trouble just seemed to follow Harry, no matter where he went."

Ethan sighed. "Please don't tell me he's marked by Fate or Death or something. I don't think I'd sleep until it's nullified."

Theo and Charlie turned to stare him.

"Death-marked?" Theo asked, faintly.

"Fate-marked?" Charlie echoed.

On the other side of the bed, Ethan face-palmed. "Nevermind. I don't think I want to know."

MAURY AND HARRY — HARRY'S MINDSCAPE

"Did he say Hermione?" Harry perked up from where he was currently trying to win the handful of shiny teal marbles from Maury's side of the glowing circle drawn on the ground.

Maury hummed. "Sounded like it. Friend of yours?"

Harry flicked a marble across the circle in answer. The game was simple and active enough to keep his hands busy so his mind wouldn't barrel straight down the inevitable path of overthinking.

"I-it sounded like a message." Harry cocked his head to the side, straining to hear.

A quiet snort left Maury's corner. "You don't have to focus that hard," he said, mildly. "Just listen for it. Imagine there's a message and think that you want to hear it."

That seemed far too easy for Harry's tastes, but he did try it, if only so that he wouldn't miss the conversation that was taking place on the other side of the mindscape.

"She's here. She's actually here. She's—safe." Harry's voice cracked. He curled his hands into fists and let them rest atop his knees. "She's safe," he said, again.

Maury skimmed his hand across the floor, banishing their game elsewhere. "She appears to be," he said, carefully. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Harry huffed. "Is that all I do? Talk about things and then feel about things and-"

"It's not always easy," Maury reminded him. "But that doesn't mean it is always hard either. Why don't you start from the beginning?"

Harry took a shuddering breath. "That far?" He blinked away the first round of stinging tears. There was no need to cry over Hermione. Not now. Not when he still had so much to say.

"As far as you want."

"Maybe not too far?"

"We have all the time in the realms, Harry. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you, for now."

Harry managed a small smile at that. "It's hazy, you know?" he said, lightly. "No matter how much I try to think of it, or try and figure out why I didn't do something about it—I keep missing something. I can't ever put my finger on it, but I know it's something. I know it's there, Oret. It's there and I can't reach it. I can't touch it."

Maury frowned. "Like a memory block?"

Harry took a deep breath. "A memory spell," he said, simply. "That's all I can come up with. It has to be a high-level memory-altering charm of some sort, because there's no way that I would just—that I would just see something like that. Witness it. And do nothing. Absolutely nothing."

An encouraging nod from Maury spurred him to keep talking.

"It happens at the welcome feast. I-I don't—I can't see the catalyst for it. I just know that Dumbledore gave a toast and that's when it happened. I saw it move through the whole room. The power—the energy—I saw it move. And I didn't do anything."

"Didn't or couldn't?"

Harry managed a grin. "Couldn't."

Maury's smile of approval had Harry fighting a blush.

"I guess with everything else happening at the same time, I wasn't prepared for it. I was eating. Or trying to, anyway. The Twins kept trying to make me eat things later on in the weeks. But that time, everyone was kind of odd. I thought Hermione was with Ron and I thought Ron was being an ass, but it was kind of normal? Ginny was there. She asked me questions. Everyone I knew was there. We were all there and no one reacted."

"Then perhaps it is something that should be looked at more closely, but focus, Harry. Tell me more about your friend, hm?"

"It—she was—a little overbearing?" Harry tried. He fidgeted with a marble created out of the swirling space around them. "I know it wasn't the—but it felt nice. Sort of. That maybe if she cared, even if it wasn't—even if it was—then it was better than nothing?"

Maury breathed a sigh, soft and long. It seemed to fill the mindscape with a secondary layer of warmth that burrowed past Harry's defences and settled down around his shoulders like a great big cat.

"I guess I figured that even if it was just nagging or yelling, it was alright. Because she cared."

"Because she cared and no one else did?" Maury filled in the blanks.

Harry gave a jerky nod. He didn't protest at all when Maury hugged him tightly again.

THE HUNT — MAIN ENTRANCE - THEO, CHARLIE, ETHAN

Eventually, they arrived at the Hunt.

Charlie having sent off a message, along with Ethan confirming their presence with his parental triad. A vaguely worried and definitely stressed Theo had then sent off a quick message both to the Deveraines' and the Snapes'.

He figured it was best to keep them all informed, even if he wasn't entirely sure it'd be useful and not a nuisance. Instead, he paid an additional fee for a heads' up on any urgent messages to their Circle and requested immediate notification.

It was best to be sure that nothing would be hindered during the Hunt, on account of the massive amounts of protective wards and spells layered over the entire space. Oretta had once explained that it could delay certain messages and notifications, depending on the intent behind them.

Paying for expedited delivery meant adding their names to certain sets of wards. A small price to pay for peace of mind, Theo was sure. He twitched, faintly, feeling the effect of signing over that right, as the dragel behind the counter, processed the request.

"Would you also like to retrieve your favours at this time?" she asked.

Theo hesitated. "My Submissive can do that later-"

"We can hold his own, the other are for you and yours," she said, lightly. "We can hold them until later as well, if you like."

"...me?" Theo pointed to himself, incredulous.

The pretty dragel blinked, her soft pink scales glittering in the morning light. "Yes? I have a selection here for a Mister Theodore-"

"And them?" Theo gestured over his shoulder at Charlie and Ethan.

The dragel beamed, mischief glinting in her eyes. "Yes!"

Theo made a sound in his throat. He glanced at Ethan and then at Charlie. "That alright with you two?"

Ethan nodded, unperturbed. "Please shrink them," he requested. "Something small to carry around."

"Of course," came the happy chirp.

A few seconds later, three glowing orbs were set atop the counter. Two glowed a soft yellow, while the third was a pale orange.

Ethan summoned them with a come-hither gesture and pocketed them at once. "Thank you," he said, pleasantly. "Please hold any new favours until tomorrow."

"Of course. Enjoy your day and happy hunting!" Bright pink-and-crimson wings immediately popped out, the delicate scalloped tops lending an obvious feminine flair to the blushing dragel. "Wait—I almost forgot. Your congratulatory pack on account of your new addition." She ducked behind the counter, her wings fluttering and folding back before she popped up again. "Ah—here you go! I'm so sorry about that. I'm—we're—short-handed this morning."

Ethan bit back a smile at the large care package on the countertop and Theo's surprised expression, mirrored in turn by Charlie. "Thank you," he said, kindly. "And it's no problem at all." He floated the package up and into his arms, shrinking it down to tuck into his pocket with the favours. They could explore it later.

They moved up past the welcome desk and straight into the hustle and bustle of the Hunt. A sense of anticipation and excitement crackled through the air, despite the obvious gleam of the overhead protection dome now more visible than before.

Nevarah's protections had been nearly invisible before, but now, it was impossible to miss. A tell-tale shimmer of soft purple and the occasional flicker of silver, was easy to spot, now that Charlie knew what to look for.

He shook off the slight shiver that ran through him at that realization. Instead, he wondered if maybe he should've sent a message of his own that morning. A small part of him desperately wanted to meet his extended family in Nevarah, while another part wished for the comfort and security that Molly had always given so freely.

She'd made mistakes, sure, but she was his mother. He'd grown into the man that he was, because of how she'd shaped him. Of course, there were many different points to that, but he could still remember the way she'd factored his love for dragons in with their grocery budget.

How she'd encouraged him to take a Care of Magical Creatures work-study at Hogwarts and the way that she'd fussed over his piercings and tattoos, but still hugged him so tight and warm, when she saw him again.

A soft pang echoed in his chest and Charlie rubbed at it, forcing the thoughts away for later. He didn't need to deal with those kinds of troublesome emotions right now. There were more pressing things to worry about.

Like the fact that he had actual favours to deal with.

Favors! Him! Charlie Weasley! He sighed, turning to Theo for a clue.

"Before either of you go running off," Theo began. He caught both of them by the arm, his grip tight. "Shopping first. Houses. Jewellery or robes. Ring shopping for Ethan," he clarified, as if it wasn't already obvious.

Ethan flushed a pleased pink. "That's fine. I-I don't need anything fancy though, alright?"

Charlie grinned. "Sounds like fun," he said, easily. "Lead the way?"

Theo threw him a Look, but released his grip on both of them and started forward into the crowd. He headed for the jewellery shop where he'd procured Harry and Charlie's rings. In his mind's eye, Ethan seemed to be more of a soft gold and Theo puzzled over the ring's design as he walked.

It'd no doubt be identical to the ones that they all wore, with the exception of the order in which he wanted their ranks displayed. He'd thought it was clever to have Harry's emerald-green slash bracketed by his golden one and Charlie's blue one, but Ethan would be another gold stripe and he wanted that added to theirs as well.

All too soon, they'd arrived at the jewellery shop and Theo took a ticket, shuffling into place in queue. It was much busier than the last time he'd come and it was easy to guess that there were plenty of new circles forming, courtesy of the Hunt.

New Circles would need new tokens of affection. He wondered if any of the newbies were worth the hassle of mixing and mingling for the sake of necessary friendships.

He glanced over his shoulder to see Charlie showing Ethan his ring with a definite look of pride on his face. It eased a bit of the unhappiness at Harry's absence for something this special. It couldn't be helped, but putting it off wouldn't do them any favours.

The longer Ethan wore their ring, the happier they'd all be. Pareyas thrived on knowing they were needed and appreciated. Tokens of affection and appreciation—like the ring—were perfect gifts.

From the way Ethan was twisting Charlie's hand at different angles, Theo had a feeling he didn't mind the smooth, sleek design of a simple band with different slashes across the surface to denote each of his Bonded.

The line moved up and Theo clicked his tongue against his teeth to gain their attention. Automatically, they both shuffled closer in his direction, still murmuring quietly between them. "Is there something specific you want?" Theo ventured.

Ethan blinked in surprise. "Not really. I like Charlie's. Is yours the same way?"

"Yes, just like Harry's. Anything fancy would get in the way, but if you wanted-"

"N-no! This is fine. More than fine. I-I like simple." Ethan flushed a darker shade of pink, looking rather pleased at the prospect of his own ring.

Theo nodded. Anxious energy still raced through him, but he worked to keep it bottled up inside of him for now. A quiet chime sounded off to his right ear and a small display popped into view, courtesy of a discreet magical message to inform him that Ilsa had just transferred a sizeable sum to his personal account.

His shoulders relaxed in relief, tension draining off of him. It was enough to give him some breathing room while waiting on his investments to settle again. It also meant he could have Ethan's ring engraved and polished right there.

Their turn came up in the queue and Theo reached back to draw Ethan forward. "A bonding ring," he said, to the elderly dragel behind the glass case. "A matching one for the previous set." He held up his hand to show off the ring.

"You purchased it here?" the weathered old dragel inquired. He squinted through jeweller's glasses. "A set of three, yes?"

"Yes sir. I would like a fourth for our new Pareya."

Wizened old eyes peered over the top of his glasses to rest on Ethan's hopeful face. "Congratulations," he said, gravely. "And your element would be Earth?"

"Yes sir," Ethan said, straightening.

The old dragel hummed. He reached into the glass case and tore off a strip of shimmery silver from one of the large blocks there. In the palm of his hand, he added a few drops of gleaming oil and a speck of black from a container near a set of jewellery crafting tools.

Mixing the raw materials in the palm of his hand, aided by flickers of golden magic, the old dragel shaped it into a flat disc, then worked through the middle to form a ring shape. Soon enough, he had a decent ring shape and as his magic mixed with the silver-hued ring, it changed and morphed into something incredible.

A gleaming ring, just like Theo and Charlie's.

"Any inscriptions?" He inquired.

"Connection strengthens all," Theo murmured. He glanced at Ethan. "Is that alright?"

Ethan's eyes shone happily with near white-bright-gold. "That's—perfect. Thank you."

If Theo happened to blush just the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks, well, his Bonded did not mention it at all.

CHARACTER SNIPPET - HERMIONE + MALACHI AND THE TWINS + PREWITT GUESTHOUSE

The message bubble popped up inches away from Hermione's nose. She stifled a rather undignified squawk and stumbled back a half step, straight into Fabian, who clucked and held her upright with a steady hand around her shoulders.

"What's the matter, little witch?" he asked, warmly.

"T-the—that!" Hermione straightened up, wrinkling her nose. "I didn't—what is—did they—is it a reply?"

"Looks that way," said Gideon. He came up around her other side, reaching out to the message bubble. "Want me to open it for you?"

"...yes, please!"

He favoured her with a warm smile, identical to Fabian. Long, elegant fingers caught the glowing notification and squeezed it, lightly. The bubble popped, before a hazy image cleared and came into view.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She'd seen this person before. In pictures at The Burrow and throughout a few key adventures in her Hogwarts experience—and most recently, he'd been staying at The Burrow with the rest of them.

"C-charlie?" she choked out.

Familiar, long red hair, twined into a messy, over-the-shoulder braid. A fanged earring dangling from one ear, his brilliant blue eyes pinning her in place. He stood tall, calm and collected, if the message was any indicator.

"Hermione—thanks for the message. Harry's been worried about you-"

Hermione frowned. If Harry was worried, why was Charlie sending a reply? Ice crept into her veins, settling with an uncomfortable weight in her stomach. Her hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she mentally reminded herself that she'd sent an apology through one of the messages.

Instead of face-to-face.

A flush of warmth burned at the back of her neck. So, it had been a little cowardly to send an apology that way. Really, she should've waited—she was a Gryffindor after all! Wasn't that supposed to mean bravery and light and—and not treating her best friend like dirt?

Her eyes burned with the tell-tale hint of tears and Hermione stubbornly blinked them back. She would not cry over this she would not.

Even if Harry never wanted to see or speak to her again, at least she'd told him the truth. At least she'd tried to make up for even a tiny bit of what she'd done.

"Harry can't answer your initial request, due to a little—issue. He's in a healing trance for a few days—he's fine, nothing to worry about—but he's not in any state to respond. I thought it would be rude to make you wait until he woke up, but I-I suppose I didn't want you to worry. Ethan says you're in good hands, so if at all possible, please stay where you are. We'll contact you when Harry's awake and we can go from there, alright? Take care of yourself."

And that broke her.

Hermione wobbled and her legs buckled. She made it halfway to the ground before the twins supported her on each side with exclamations of concern.

"Hermione?" Gideon's worried voice was close at hand. "Shh, it's alright. It's just a message. That's good news, right?"

"Hey there, little witch," Fabian murmured. "Take a deep breath for me, hm?"

She tried, but her body refused to work. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. Couldn't think, could see, couldn't even be.

Her vision greyed at the edges, a strange sort of emptiness creeping over her even as her body rebelled. Shadows seemed to crawl down the walls and reach out for her and Hermione could only think that she would die now.

That was the only option left.

Death. Absolute death.

Her voice refused to work, lips stubbornly slack, mouth hanging open—the convenient entry point to the terrifying wisps of blackness that curled and writhed in front of her.

The scream burned in her throat, unable to birth itself to convey her panic and utter terror. This was what had happened before—the dark dreams, the panic attacks, the voices in her head that wouldn't stop telling her what a monster she was.

"...athe, child, breathe."

Someone was speaking. Someone nearby.

Hermione struggled to focus on that, even in her limited capacity. All she needed was one anchor point. One speck of light in the midst of her self-loathing and the awful shadow terrors. One reason to pull herself up again, scratching and clawing back to the light.

She'd done it before. She'd do it again. She had to get used to doing it, always.

And then, there was warmth on her left, then on her right and somehow, flickers of light pierced the darkened void that had nearly swallowed her up with its strange cacophony of noise.

"There you are!" Fabian sat on the floor beside her in the middle of their fancy living room. There was relief in every line of his face with a healthy dose of concern. "Worried me for a moment there."

"Worried us," came Gideon's added reply. "What happened? I'm sorry about your friend, but a healing trance is quite normal. The length depends on the severity of injury."

Hermione fought herself to keep from curling forward to hide her inner demons. "H-he's—I-I thought he would—he wouldn't want—I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—inconvenience-"

"Ah-! None of that," Fabian said, cheerfully. He rolled up to his feet in a single, fluid movement. Reaching down, he pulled up Gideon and Hermione right up alongside him. "Worrying about your friend is admirable, but there's no need to-"

"Twins?" Malachi's head appeared around the entryway to the living room. "There are you are. Your mother is here. Please ward her off, while I finish this call? It's negotiations for the next year's projects and I really can't cut it short. They're on eclipse over there and it's very likely the connection won't hold for-"

"Go, go," Gideon said, waving him off. "We'll manage."

"Mum liked you," Fabian mused. "Want to meet the rest of the clan?"

Hermione rubbed at her face, sniffing faintly. "The Clan?"

"Family," Gideon explained. He urged her forward, out of the room and down the main hall. "We don't usually stay in Nevarah, we're here for the Hunt because our family Clan always attends. This way, we get to visit and spend some time together without worrying about deadlines and semesters and all that."

Her brow furrowed. "A-are you teachers?"

The Twins shuddered in unison.

"Absolutely not," Fabian said, fervently. "We're specialized experts."

"We do give consultations and guest lectures though." Gideon flashed a grin, fangs gleaming. "I'm afraid we don't really manage to sit still long enough to hold an actual teaching position, but this way, we still get to share some of our knowledge and enjoy having a hand in encouraging the next generation to follow in our footsteps."

"We travel a lot. Our last trip took a bit longer, so we haven't really had the time to do much to spruce the place up." Fabian produced a room key out of thin air. "Your guestroom is down here on the left." He tapped on the door. "Make yourself at home and let us know if you need anything at all."

Hermione had a handful of minutes to try the key and discover a charming, dainty little guestroom that almost felt too feminine for her tastes, given the ruffles and lace. "Thank you?" she managed, tucking the key into a pocket.

"There's plain sheets in the closet and such." Gideon tapped a door nestled in the wall. "I think Camiestra stayed here last—our niece—and she loves anything with lace."

"Mama!" Fabian greeted. He threw himself forward into the expected hug, as if they hadn't just seen each other. "Is everyone here?"

"Fabian," Sadara murmured, faintly scolding. She hugged him tightly and smacked a kiss to his upturned cheek. "What are you smirking about? Not giving Malachi any trouble, are you? He's got his claws full with it being the Hunt and all, I'm sure."

"We're being good, Mama," Gideon hummed, joining the hug with a pleased grunt. "Mama-!"

Sadara merely smiled, squeezing them tight. It was good to have her family under the same roof again.

A/N: Hey guys! NINE YEARS OF TBDH! WOOHOO! Can you believe it? (O)_(O) I'm honestly so happy and excited that I've been writing on this for so long. Wow. Thank you all for reading and commenting through the years~! Your support of this monster fic of a story means the world to me!

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