***DISCLAIMER***: This fic will eventually contain themes that may be
offensive such as profanity, violence, and sex. There will be slash, D/H
eventually. However my story is about much more than that, love, adventure,
mystery. So, if you don't approve of such things, move along. If you don't
mind it, read on at your own risk.
***DISCLAIMER*** Unfortunately, I do not own the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, so please don't sue me. I haven't got any money, and its only fan-fiction after all. The only thing that is mine is the plot and so far Évelyne, so please ask before borrowing ideas. Also in this chapter I made a reference or two from The Books of Magic comics, so don't sue me for that either. I own nothing. sob.
Please read and review! This is my first fic., and I'd love to get opinions. I'm feeling a bit discouraged at the lack of response. I promise this is going to be an awesome story, but good stories take a while to blossom and mature. I mean I could have Draco and Harry fucking each other's brains out already, but that wouldn't be civilized, now would it? Relationships are going to crop up soon, and the plot is beginning to thicken, so please bear with me. In addition, I really value constructive criticism so please chime in. And don't worry about any French I throw in, I always translate at the bottom for those who aren't obsessive francophiles (lovers of anything French nothing etchi/hentai well unless it pertains to D/H goodness. sigh.).
Fairy Rings Can Be Rather Tricky Things
Chapter Seven : An Introduction to the High Selighie Court
From Évelyne's Point of View.
I glanced guiltily over at the two boys who were crumpled up, unconcious in the bottom of the chariot. You really ought not have done that, Évelyne. There really wasn't much helping it though. They are only children after all. They don't need to know that the Dark Lord has returned a thousand times more powerful than before, do they? Now you're just trying to fool yourself. Pieton.* The "oblier**" charm is so much more devious than the obliviate one; they'll remember all of that as soon as we step out of fairy again.
It was Dumbledore who had asked me to take them to fairy for the summer, for their safety, not mine, certainly not mine. Voldemort knows better than to step one foot onto my people's land, after that one time. That's another story though. No, I wanted to meet my god-children, but taking people to fairy for their safety? What was that crazy old man thinking? My mother's court safe? She would love to sink one of her teeth into "The Boy Who Lived." Pieton. If it was safe, Harry and Draco would be at their own homes right now, safe and sound, but I must admit, at the moment, that Voldmorte posed far more of a threat than Queen Titania and her search for a new Gamymede***.
I supressed a shiver. I would always see my mother as something far more fear-inspiring than any human, even Voldmorte. They say she tried to drown me at birth for turning out so dissapointing... I wonder if those rumors are true or not. Oh well, no matter. I will not allow anything to happen to these boys.
The horses snorted as we touched the ground. I never will get used to flying, flaming horses. The boys began to stir, and slowly woke up. "Évelyne, what the bloody hell happened?" Harry asked rubbing his temples.
"You two fell asleep on the way here." I lied quietly and hoped my wish to give them a happy, fear-free summer at the expence of a few lost memories was not a sin.
"Oh, lord, my head hurts." Draco muttered. The oublier charm packs quite the punch.
"Here, take this." I slid a vial out of my purse and handed it to him. He looked suspiciously at me.
"I don't know if I should drink this. No offense, but you are fae, after all." He said nervously handing the vial back to me.
"You're thinking is good, Draco, but you took the vial from my hand, that's all it would take to own you unless you could give me something of equal value." I smiled and the boy went pale. "Don't worry though, I'm not like most fae." All three of us got out of the chariot, trunks and all. I gave the lead horse, Soleil^, a friendly pat and sent them on their way to the groom. Both of the boys looked wide-eyed as the horses seemed to mel into the side of the large earthen mound in front of us, the real entrance to the Seleighie Court.
"You're not burned, are you?" Harry asked peering anxiously at my hands.
"Oh no, they burn with a different sort of flame than that." I reassured him.
Draco was still staring off to where the horses had disappeared. "I'd always heard that the cheveaux du soleil, the horses of the sun, were a legend." He whispered, fingers extending ever so slightly as if he were reaching to touch something just out of reach. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and with the peircing gaze of a hawk asked, "Where exactly are we anyway? It's not like I imagined fairy to be at all. In fact, it looks almost like Ireland."
"This is Ireland." Harry whispered softly, "I've been here before. Over the summer, between 5th and 6th year, I spent a week up a Seamus Finnigan's house, and we hiked up here. He told me that this was a fairy mound, and at the top, where the standing stones are, was a fairy ring. I thought he was just being fanciful Seamus, but I guess he was right." He turned those large, liquid, emerald eyes to me. "I was right here, and I never knew it."
I nodded solemnly, not knowing what to say to him. "I'm sorry for that. I thought you might remember this place. I asked Seamus to bring you here, so I could see you."
Harry looked touched at that, his eyebrows knitted with threads of many emotions. "I thought I was being ridiculous," Draco snorted with faint derision at this and Harry and I both gave him a hard look, "But, I felt like someone was watching us the whole time." He smiled. "Too bad you didn't come out and say hi. Wish you had."
I shook my head in agreement. "I do too Harry, I do too."
"So," Draco drawled, striking a pose that was eerily like one's my brother used to make, "You never came to see me?"
" But you did. Don't you remember the nice witch who always gave your junior league quidditch team chocolate frogs after every game?" I winked and pulled one out of my purse, "Didn't you ever wonder how you always got your favorite wizard cards? Circe, you loved Circe, and Medea, and Calypso, and let's not forget your favorite, Salazar Syltherin?"
"But that couldn't have been you, she was so little and feeble- and older than God-" He paused for a moment then chuckled, "Glamor." He nodded and tucked the frog into his dress robes, a strange half-smile floating on his mouth like an unsure cat balanced on a fence top. "So you were stalking us them?" Harry glared at him in annoyance, and Draco smirked back in amusement.
"Hardly. I just wanted to see you two is all. It wasn't safe to go out in the human world then. Your father was hardly inviting me to come stay weekends at the home place. After your grandfather passed away, I wasn't allowed to come to the Manor anymore. He put anti-fae spells and hexes all over the house." I pulled my hair free from the confining up-do I had worn to impress Petunia - cringe - and gave my head a playful toss, shaking out all the carefully done curls and locks.
"Now, first things first, do either of you know anything about the Seilieghie?"
"Don't accept things, glamor, pointed ears." Draco trailed off and Harry shrugged sheepishly.
"All right then. First rule of the fae: be polite. If you are rude to anyone your equal or better, well, you might end up with your skin turned inside out or something equally unplesant. Giving compliments is always an excellent idea too."
"What if they are your inferiors?" Draco asked with a supercilious smirk spread thinly over his features.
"Nothing, but you never know who is who in fairy, so better to be polite. Unless, you perfer the fate of one wizard, having his intestines removed slowly and painfully through his nose?"
"Gottcha, polite. Can do." Draco replied, pale skin tinging a sickly green.
"Rule number two: don't take anything from anyone, especially food. Some will try to trick you, but never accept anything from anyone, ever. Unless you pay for it in the market place, and then run it by me first. My mother once tried to trick a powerful young mage by throwing a very powerful item at him, and he accidentally caught it. He only escaped by having something on him just as valuable. So needless to say you both will probably carry around some things of mine that are valuable, some that aren't so much. Sometimes pixies try to trap people with acorns or berries, and I'd really be pissed off if you traded a magic mirror or a truth serum to them for your freedom. And it would be a horror to lose your wand. Be polite about declining. My favorite phrases of refusal are 'that's much too much for me,' 'you are too kind,' and 'I would never presume.' They can only offer three times, so you can always get around it if you are thinking on your toes." I sighed, rumaging for my wand.
"If you eat or drink anything from fairy, you have to stay forever, right?" Harry volunteered.
"Yes, but I've got that covered. Unless you magic up food from the outside yourselves, only eat what my servants give you. I took the precaution of getting human food brought in for you, and I expect you to carry food and water with you at all times just to be safe. That's rule number three. My servants wear blue livery. Your safe taking anything from them. No-one on pain of endless tourture can impersonate the liveried servants of the royal family, and they are strongly and rigorously indoctinated against harming me or any who are my guests. They know what you both look like, and are very willinf to assist."
"Can you eat the food there?" Harry asked.
"Yes, and don't the two of you worry about the banquets. My servants will attend you at court and no others. It's considered rude to offer human guests fairy food at the table, but no matter how tempting it will seem to you, don't touch any of it. No one will stop you, and every one will be delighted to have two such handsome new young wizards running about. You don't want to know what exactly some members of the court would like to do with you, and don't ask me about it." I said the last daring Draco to make a smart-assed question.
"Four, stay as far away from Queen Titania, the Wild Hunt, King Oberon, any visiting Unseileighie, and anyone else who seems like trouble. I swear if you go looking for trouble I may not be able to get you out of it. With a most of the court members, except for upper royal guard, all of the commoners, most of the non-seleighie fae, and maybe on a good day, when Oberon thinks I look really hot and agree to give him sexual favors, I could get you out of trouble. If the Wild Hunt, the royal guard, the strongest non-selieghie, or most of all Queen Titania sink their claws into you, there is nothing I could do to save you. You both understand?"
"Your pretty powerful then?" Draco asked.
"Not according to fae standards, but I'm Titania's daughter. However, I'm a damn good wizard, and a lot of the fae forget that about me. I'm the only person with as much fae blood as I have to be able to handle the death metal and the magic if the fae. Last time some one challenged me I transfigued their clothes into iron, and they died in horrible agony. No one would help him get the clothes off."
"You've killed people?" Harry looked accusingly at me, Draco in almost speculative approval.
"Only once, and that was after he set a fire-demon on me. I panicked. I don't regret it though. I only just got away with my life. After that, no one would dare to challenge me. If either one of you gets in a situation where your life is at mortal peril, do the same, then run like hell. The fae hate humans who use iron against them."
"What about you? What did they do to you afterward?" Draco asked more practical curiousity than concern in his voice, damn the boy must be part fae. Harry looked as if he would like to hit the blonde boy. God, I hope these two don't loose it in front of the court. Well, it might amuse mother. which could never, ever be a good thing. Elle est un vrai veille putaine méchante.^^
"I'm Queen Titania's strange half-human daughter. They make excuses for me." I smiled, "Hey, as long as your careful and follow the rules, the Seliegh Court holds more delights than any other place I've ever known." I laughed. "There are such joys to have, such pleasures. Beautiful women or men will entertain you with song and dance, with stories and adventures. Some will share their bodies with you too, if you like."
They both grinned wickedly at me than each other. Well, if they weren't virgins before, they won't be when they leave fairy. Dumbledore will have to deal, but from the knowing look in Draco's eyes, I'll bet he lost his "innocence" a long time ago. Aw, Harry is so cute when he blushes! I'm really going to enjoy teasing him.
"Whenever the two of you are ready, we can go."
1. Pieton* basically, if you will excuse my French = fucking shit. alas this is one of Éve's fav. Swear words.. If you've seen The Matrix Reloaded, I believe the Merovingian says this like 8 times or something.. My friend's French roomie used to say it all the time. hell, I'm yelling "PIETON!!!" all the time too. sigh..
2. oublier** = to forget
3. Gamymede*** = a beautiful boy that Zeus, king of the gods, took to Mt. Olympus as his cup bearer and up. do I really need to say what those crazy Greek men did to boys?
4. Soleil^ = Sun
5. Elle est un vrai veille putaine méchante = She's a real mean old bitch. Putain can also mean whore. sigh. isn't French the best? Ya'll are all going to learn such naughty things to say in French..
***DISCLAIMER*** Unfortunately, I do not own the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, so please don't sue me. I haven't got any money, and its only fan-fiction after all. The only thing that is mine is the plot and so far Évelyne, so please ask before borrowing ideas. Also in this chapter I made a reference or two from The Books of Magic comics, so don't sue me for that either. I own nothing. sob.
Please read and review! This is my first fic., and I'd love to get opinions. I'm feeling a bit discouraged at the lack of response. I promise this is going to be an awesome story, but good stories take a while to blossom and mature. I mean I could have Draco and Harry fucking each other's brains out already, but that wouldn't be civilized, now would it? Relationships are going to crop up soon, and the plot is beginning to thicken, so please bear with me. In addition, I really value constructive criticism so please chime in. And don't worry about any French I throw in, I always translate at the bottom for those who aren't obsessive francophiles (lovers of anything French nothing etchi/hentai well unless it pertains to D/H goodness. sigh.).
Fairy Rings Can Be Rather Tricky Things
Chapter Seven : An Introduction to the High Selighie Court
From Évelyne's Point of View.
I glanced guiltily over at the two boys who were crumpled up, unconcious in the bottom of the chariot. You really ought not have done that, Évelyne. There really wasn't much helping it though. They are only children after all. They don't need to know that the Dark Lord has returned a thousand times more powerful than before, do they? Now you're just trying to fool yourself. Pieton.* The "oblier**" charm is so much more devious than the obliviate one; they'll remember all of that as soon as we step out of fairy again.
It was Dumbledore who had asked me to take them to fairy for the summer, for their safety, not mine, certainly not mine. Voldemort knows better than to step one foot onto my people's land, after that one time. That's another story though. No, I wanted to meet my god-children, but taking people to fairy for their safety? What was that crazy old man thinking? My mother's court safe? She would love to sink one of her teeth into "The Boy Who Lived." Pieton. If it was safe, Harry and Draco would be at their own homes right now, safe and sound, but I must admit, at the moment, that Voldmorte posed far more of a threat than Queen Titania and her search for a new Gamymede***.
I supressed a shiver. I would always see my mother as something far more fear-inspiring than any human, even Voldmorte. They say she tried to drown me at birth for turning out so dissapointing... I wonder if those rumors are true or not. Oh well, no matter. I will not allow anything to happen to these boys.
The horses snorted as we touched the ground. I never will get used to flying, flaming horses. The boys began to stir, and slowly woke up. "Évelyne, what the bloody hell happened?" Harry asked rubbing his temples.
"You two fell asleep on the way here." I lied quietly and hoped my wish to give them a happy, fear-free summer at the expence of a few lost memories was not a sin.
"Oh, lord, my head hurts." Draco muttered. The oublier charm packs quite the punch.
"Here, take this." I slid a vial out of my purse and handed it to him. He looked suspiciously at me.
"I don't know if I should drink this. No offense, but you are fae, after all." He said nervously handing the vial back to me.
"You're thinking is good, Draco, but you took the vial from my hand, that's all it would take to own you unless you could give me something of equal value." I smiled and the boy went pale. "Don't worry though, I'm not like most fae." All three of us got out of the chariot, trunks and all. I gave the lead horse, Soleil^, a friendly pat and sent them on their way to the groom. Both of the boys looked wide-eyed as the horses seemed to mel into the side of the large earthen mound in front of us, the real entrance to the Seleighie Court.
"You're not burned, are you?" Harry asked peering anxiously at my hands.
"Oh no, they burn with a different sort of flame than that." I reassured him.
Draco was still staring off to where the horses had disappeared. "I'd always heard that the cheveaux du soleil, the horses of the sun, were a legend." He whispered, fingers extending ever so slightly as if he were reaching to touch something just out of reach. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and with the peircing gaze of a hawk asked, "Where exactly are we anyway? It's not like I imagined fairy to be at all. In fact, it looks almost like Ireland."
"This is Ireland." Harry whispered softly, "I've been here before. Over the summer, between 5th and 6th year, I spent a week up a Seamus Finnigan's house, and we hiked up here. He told me that this was a fairy mound, and at the top, where the standing stones are, was a fairy ring. I thought he was just being fanciful Seamus, but I guess he was right." He turned those large, liquid, emerald eyes to me. "I was right here, and I never knew it."
I nodded solemnly, not knowing what to say to him. "I'm sorry for that. I thought you might remember this place. I asked Seamus to bring you here, so I could see you."
Harry looked touched at that, his eyebrows knitted with threads of many emotions. "I thought I was being ridiculous," Draco snorted with faint derision at this and Harry and I both gave him a hard look, "But, I felt like someone was watching us the whole time." He smiled. "Too bad you didn't come out and say hi. Wish you had."
I shook my head in agreement. "I do too Harry, I do too."
"So," Draco drawled, striking a pose that was eerily like one's my brother used to make, "You never came to see me?"
" But you did. Don't you remember the nice witch who always gave your junior league quidditch team chocolate frogs after every game?" I winked and pulled one out of my purse, "Didn't you ever wonder how you always got your favorite wizard cards? Circe, you loved Circe, and Medea, and Calypso, and let's not forget your favorite, Salazar Syltherin?"
"But that couldn't have been you, she was so little and feeble- and older than God-" He paused for a moment then chuckled, "Glamor." He nodded and tucked the frog into his dress robes, a strange half-smile floating on his mouth like an unsure cat balanced on a fence top. "So you were stalking us them?" Harry glared at him in annoyance, and Draco smirked back in amusement.
"Hardly. I just wanted to see you two is all. It wasn't safe to go out in the human world then. Your father was hardly inviting me to come stay weekends at the home place. After your grandfather passed away, I wasn't allowed to come to the Manor anymore. He put anti-fae spells and hexes all over the house." I pulled my hair free from the confining up-do I had worn to impress Petunia - cringe - and gave my head a playful toss, shaking out all the carefully done curls and locks.
"Now, first things first, do either of you know anything about the Seilieghie?"
"Don't accept things, glamor, pointed ears." Draco trailed off and Harry shrugged sheepishly.
"All right then. First rule of the fae: be polite. If you are rude to anyone your equal or better, well, you might end up with your skin turned inside out or something equally unplesant. Giving compliments is always an excellent idea too."
"What if they are your inferiors?" Draco asked with a supercilious smirk spread thinly over his features.
"Nothing, but you never know who is who in fairy, so better to be polite. Unless, you perfer the fate of one wizard, having his intestines removed slowly and painfully through his nose?"
"Gottcha, polite. Can do." Draco replied, pale skin tinging a sickly green.
"Rule number two: don't take anything from anyone, especially food. Some will try to trick you, but never accept anything from anyone, ever. Unless you pay for it in the market place, and then run it by me first. My mother once tried to trick a powerful young mage by throwing a very powerful item at him, and he accidentally caught it. He only escaped by having something on him just as valuable. So needless to say you both will probably carry around some things of mine that are valuable, some that aren't so much. Sometimes pixies try to trap people with acorns or berries, and I'd really be pissed off if you traded a magic mirror or a truth serum to them for your freedom. And it would be a horror to lose your wand. Be polite about declining. My favorite phrases of refusal are 'that's much too much for me,' 'you are too kind,' and 'I would never presume.' They can only offer three times, so you can always get around it if you are thinking on your toes." I sighed, rumaging for my wand.
"If you eat or drink anything from fairy, you have to stay forever, right?" Harry volunteered.
"Yes, but I've got that covered. Unless you magic up food from the outside yourselves, only eat what my servants give you. I took the precaution of getting human food brought in for you, and I expect you to carry food and water with you at all times just to be safe. That's rule number three. My servants wear blue livery. Your safe taking anything from them. No-one on pain of endless tourture can impersonate the liveried servants of the royal family, and they are strongly and rigorously indoctinated against harming me or any who are my guests. They know what you both look like, and are very willinf to assist."
"Can you eat the food there?" Harry asked.
"Yes, and don't the two of you worry about the banquets. My servants will attend you at court and no others. It's considered rude to offer human guests fairy food at the table, but no matter how tempting it will seem to you, don't touch any of it. No one will stop you, and every one will be delighted to have two such handsome new young wizards running about. You don't want to know what exactly some members of the court would like to do with you, and don't ask me about it." I said the last daring Draco to make a smart-assed question.
"Four, stay as far away from Queen Titania, the Wild Hunt, King Oberon, any visiting Unseileighie, and anyone else who seems like trouble. I swear if you go looking for trouble I may not be able to get you out of it. With a most of the court members, except for upper royal guard, all of the commoners, most of the non-seleighie fae, and maybe on a good day, when Oberon thinks I look really hot and agree to give him sexual favors, I could get you out of trouble. If the Wild Hunt, the royal guard, the strongest non-selieghie, or most of all Queen Titania sink their claws into you, there is nothing I could do to save you. You both understand?"
"Your pretty powerful then?" Draco asked.
"Not according to fae standards, but I'm Titania's daughter. However, I'm a damn good wizard, and a lot of the fae forget that about me. I'm the only person with as much fae blood as I have to be able to handle the death metal and the magic if the fae. Last time some one challenged me I transfigued their clothes into iron, and they died in horrible agony. No one would help him get the clothes off."
"You've killed people?" Harry looked accusingly at me, Draco in almost speculative approval.
"Only once, and that was after he set a fire-demon on me. I panicked. I don't regret it though. I only just got away with my life. After that, no one would dare to challenge me. If either one of you gets in a situation where your life is at mortal peril, do the same, then run like hell. The fae hate humans who use iron against them."
"What about you? What did they do to you afterward?" Draco asked more practical curiousity than concern in his voice, damn the boy must be part fae. Harry looked as if he would like to hit the blonde boy. God, I hope these two don't loose it in front of the court. Well, it might amuse mother. which could never, ever be a good thing. Elle est un vrai veille putaine méchante.^^
"I'm Queen Titania's strange half-human daughter. They make excuses for me." I smiled, "Hey, as long as your careful and follow the rules, the Seliegh Court holds more delights than any other place I've ever known." I laughed. "There are such joys to have, such pleasures. Beautiful women or men will entertain you with song and dance, with stories and adventures. Some will share their bodies with you too, if you like."
They both grinned wickedly at me than each other. Well, if they weren't virgins before, they won't be when they leave fairy. Dumbledore will have to deal, but from the knowing look in Draco's eyes, I'll bet he lost his "innocence" a long time ago. Aw, Harry is so cute when he blushes! I'm really going to enjoy teasing him.
"Whenever the two of you are ready, we can go."
1. Pieton* basically, if you will excuse my French = fucking shit. alas this is one of Éve's fav. Swear words.. If you've seen The Matrix Reloaded, I believe the Merovingian says this like 8 times or something.. My friend's French roomie used to say it all the time. hell, I'm yelling "PIETON!!!" all the time too. sigh..
2. oublier** = to forget
3. Gamymede*** = a beautiful boy that Zeus, king of the gods, took to Mt. Olympus as his cup bearer and up. do I really need to say what those crazy Greek men did to boys?
4. Soleil^ = Sun
5. Elle est un vrai veille putaine méchante = She's a real mean old bitch. Putain can also mean whore. sigh. isn't French the best? Ya'll are all going to learn such naughty things to say in French..
