STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLIED: All the characters mentioned in this fic either come from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series or from Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing (Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency etc. ). I do not own any of them.
Yana5: Thank you very much for reviewing. Well, Harry is the son of a prince, so yes I guess that would make him a prince (and he probably will be the crown prince), as King Treize is married to a male (and since Light Elven males cannot bear children), hence Prince James was supposedly next-in-line to the throne (but with James dead in this chapter, so Harry is now the closest kin to the current king and thus next-in-line). Also, Harry is a half-Light Elf (as he is the son of a full-blooded Light Elf and a witch). I hope that this has answered your question.
athenakitty: Thanks a lot for reviewing. Well, Harry will probably be back in the wizardry world "unofficially" at first (and a very small number of people will be made aware of his presence). As for how Snape will react, (laugh) I guess you'll just have to wait and see (for as of now, even I myself still am not sure how that will unfold.)
Beth5572: Thanks a lot for reading and giving your kind review. Well, here's the next part and I do hope that you'll enjoy this new chapter.
A re-cap on characters mentioned so far:
James Potter: Prince of the Light Elves (the crown prince) and member of the Holy Council of Light (his two advisors are Lady Sally and Lady Noin).
Lily (Evans) Potter: the wife of James Potter (a human witch who has been trained as a medi-witch).
Sirius Black: a full-blooded Moon (Dark) Elf who happens to be a Star-Born Son' (currently pregnant with triplets.)
Remus Lupin: a werewolf (and a half-blooded wizard), the husband of Sirius Black.
Harold James Potter (Harry): a half-Light Elven prince (the infant son of James and Lily Potter).
Heero Yuy Black-Lupin: (one of the still unborn triplets) eldest son of Remus and Sirius.
Duo Maxwell Black-Lupin: (one of the still unborn triplets) second son of Remus and Sirius.
Relena Peacecraft Black-Lupin: (one of the still unborn triplets) daughter of Remus and Sirius, who is destined to become a Moon-Priestess of Purity after her birth.
Treize Khushrenada Potter: King Treize XIII, the current Head of the Holy Council of Light (older brother of Prince James Potter).
Zechs Milliardo Merquise: Lord Zechs, the husband of King Treize (and is also one of his two advisors).
Regulus Black: a full-blooded Moon (Dark) Elf, (younger brother of Sirius Black).
Severus Snape: the High Lord of the British Vampire Kingdom and lover of Regulus Black.
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Pairing(s) mentioned in this chapter: Remus/Sirius, implied Severus/Regulus, implied Ted/Andromeda.
Note: Moon Elf (among Elves) Dark Elf (among wizards and witches)
Date written: 24/11/2004 to 26/11/2004, Language: British English.
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Chapter Two: The Passing of the Prince of Light
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were in the midst of a busy preparation to arrange for an informal gathering with a small group of their closest friends and relatives to announce and celebrate Sirius's pregnancy. Nevertheless, at midway, their plan was most unfortunately forced to an abrupt halt…
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Like all of the other Moon Elves, Sirius has the ability of having lucid dreams. Adding to that, he also has the ability to enter the dreams of others. And tonight, he has chosen to enter the dream of one Peter Pettigrew, so as to check on him, for he has most recently just been appointed as the Potters' Secret-Keeper.
Stepping through the hazy mist of his dreaming mind, Sirius Black was greatly startled to see a small group of deatheaters assembled right in front of his oddly invisible form… This invisibility was definitely unusual, for normally, his dream-walking form was one that is physically manifested within the other party's dream, and Sirius should be able to interact with the owner of the dream. For example, back in the old days at Hogwarts, Sirius usually would pay a visit to the dreams of James and Remus on alternating nights, and he had spent countless wonderful dreamtimes with them. However, this time, the situation was weirdly different… He appeared to be not in someone's dream, but in someone's mind…
"Most gracious Master, I'm the Potters' new Secret-Keeper. For some unknown reason, Potter had suddenly gave in to my persuasion attempts and had agreed to use me as his Secret-Keeper," reported a short and plump death-eater, who from a far would have been easily mistaken for a lumpish black ball of cloth, "And they're now hiding in their home at Godric's Hollow."
"Well, well, who would have thought that a little cowardly rat like you could be of use after all," hissed Voldemort in a tone of deep contempt, "Is there anyone else who knows about this switch in the Potter's Secret-Keeper?"
"No, Master. I had managed to convince Potter that I will be the one to inform Dumbledore about our latest change in plans, but well, of course I had not updated that old lunatic on it, Master," replied the same Deatheater after he had stepped forward and fervently kissed the hem of his Master's robe, "I would not betray your plans, Master."
"Would not betray me? Don't you dare treat me as a fool, I know you did it more to save your own timid skin. By not telling anyone else about the switch, would kept them from coming for your hide after my annihilation of those Potters' scum. But well, as I'm in an awfully good mood at the moment, I'll spare you from too much punishment and I'll just keep to the utmost basic, so…" scoffed Voldemort in disgust, and then he raised his wand, pointed it forth at the lumpish Deatheater who was cowering at his feet and lazily muttered, "Crucio."
Straight following that, Voldemort had stood up and stepped over the withering Deatheater whose form was lying crumbled in a mess of heap on the cold and hard floor, still suffering from the aftermath of the Cruciatus curse. He then turned to face the rest of his inner circle of top-ranked Deatheaters and scornfully uttered, "No one who dare resist me sure live. This very night, it's the Potters' turn to forfeit their lives to me, and if any of you are draft enough to defy my wishes then I do promise that you will most definitely meet this same most interesting fate as that of the Potters pests." With that, he left the room to carry out his blood-thirsty goal.
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Sirius sat up on his bed in rapid abruptness, as he had suddenly woken up in nauseating shock from his strange and apparently prophetic dream. He could feel that his racing heart was thumping heavily against his chest.
His small but hasty and unexpected movements were enough to wake up his light-sleeper of a mate, Remus, who was sleeping beside him. Remus Lupin being a werewolf has acute hearing, and the wolf's protective instinct for his mate, has resulted in a part of Remus that has always remained finely tuned towards his mate and husband, Sirius. Therefore, immediately after he was woken up, Remus had done a rapid scan over his lover, and his sharp senses had briskly and alertly taken in his mate's heighten state of nervous confusion. On this worrying sight, he had nimbly sat up on the bed, shifted himself closer to his Sirius, and then pulled his troubled mate into his comforting arms.
For quite a while, the room was immersed in deep silence, and the only sound that could be heard was the ragged breathing of Sirius. Finally, Sirius broke the silence and said with a slight quiver in his voice, "I had a really odd dream. It felt… it had felt very different from my usual dream-walking… it was like I had entered the mind of someone and not… not his dream. I was planning to check on Peter… and this… this seemingly ominous dream that I have… it's like the truth. It's like… I was witnessing a reality and not a dream. And… and… in it, I had saw Peter… that rat addressing Voldemort as his Master, and he was revealing the location of James, Lilly and Harry that had been concealed by the Fidelius Charm. He… that blasted rat… how could he? We took him as a friend, and protected him from being bullied, and now… how could he betray James? How could he… it has only been less than a week since the Fidelius Charm was cast…"
"Now Padfoot, I'm sure that it's just a horrendous nightmare, since you are so sure that you were not dream-walking, and you did mention just a couple of nights ago, when you were explaining to me more on Dark Elven abilities that you're not a Star Psyche, right? And since you had said that only a Star Psyche has the power to read others' minds, thus how could it be that you're in someone else mind?" said Remus reassuringly, as he tenderly rubbed Sirius's back in soothing circles.
In response, Sirius gave a loud sigh, and then despondently said, "Well, that may be true. But, the problem is that I'm a Moon Elf, Moony, and all Moon Elves are lucid dreamers. Hence, if I was having a nightmare, I should know that it is a nightmare. But, this time…"
"Now love, please do try and calm yourself down. Your agitation is not good for the children that you are carrying. Besides, I'm sure there is some other explanation for this. Peter has always been a close friend of ours, and we of the Marauders have all sworn to always be loyal to one another," comforted Remus in a soft and pacifying tone.
"But still, I just can't shake off this troubling worry. Remus, I've been so afraid that something will go wrong since James and Lily had insisted on the switch in their Secret-Keeper. I've been awfully scared that I being pregnant and thus not being able to be their Secret-Keeper would gravely jeopardised their safety," Sirius said in an extremely solemn tone that is so unlike his usual fun-loving and carefree ways.
"And to think that you're always calling me a worrywart," teased Remus gently in a fruitless attempt to sooth his extremely fretful and apprehensive mate, "Really love, I'm pretty sure that Mr and Mrs Prongs, and baby Prongslet will be alright. After all, both James and Lily are really talented and capable in their magical skills, Padfoot, and they did manage to survive all the numerous attempts on their lives so far."
"I do so hope that you're right, Moony love. However, Prongs is a full-blooded Light Elf, and with the shortening day and lengthening night of these colder months, his power has markedly diminished. Furthermore, even though I myself may not be a Star Psyche, one of our unborn babes may have been one, and I may have accidentally and unwittingly utilised his or her mind-reading ability," answered Sirius in a dejected manner, "And to make matter worst. If in the case that what I had witnessed in my dream was genuine mind-reading, then James, Lily and Harry are in critical danger, for this time round, it is not just some random Deatheater who is threatening their lives, but Voldemort himself."
Remus Lupin wordlessly eyed at his beautiful mate for a moment, and then with utmost grace he had stood up and had stripped himself off his pyjamas pants. Following that, Remus had soundlessly headed towards the tattered old wardrobe at the far corner of the room and had quickly grabbed out a pair of brown pants, a pair of black jeans, a white collar shirt and a similarly-styled black one.
All the while that Remus was busily moving about their bedroom, Sirius had sat on the bed, and had cutely stared at his gorgeous husband with a blank look that had clearly illustrated his state of total incomprehension with Remus's sudden actions.
At that very moment, a pair of black jeans and a black collar shirt was flung towards his direction and landed accurately right into his waiting lap.
"What are these for?" questioned Sirius with an incredulous look plastered firmly on his lovely face.
"Well my dearest mutt, you're usually much quicker than this," replied Remus with a smirk, as he put on his clothes, "But well, considering the state of emotional rollercoaster that you're currently in, I'll forgive your mental slowness this once. Now, get off your butt and get changed, unless you want to stay here alone, while I go out on my own to check on the Prongsie's family."
"No, do wait for me. I'm most definitely coming with you," said Sirius hurriedly, as he flung away the thick and cosy quilt, and jumped out of the bed. He swiftly changed into the set of clothing that Remus had thrown at him, and then he had added with a sweet and genuine smile gracing his lips, "Thank you, love, for your kind understanding."
"Don't thank me. I was just trying to save myself from being pestered to an awful death by your plaguing anxiety," said Remus jokingly, with the hope of lightening the highly tensed atmosphere. However, deep within his self, the wolf in him too was feeling restless and agitated tonight, as he too was silently tormented by a strange feeling of misgiving…
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A bright flash of lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up its pathway through the dark and stormy sky and its brief light had momentarily outlined two distant figures huddled on what seemed like a flying motorcycle that was roaring its way through the grey and blurry horizon…
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By the time that they had arrived at their destination, all that were left of the Potters' home at Godric's Hollow were blackened remnants of what was once a lovely house…
In a state of frenzy, Sirius and Remus had rushed into what was left of the barely standing house, and had started to search among the ruins, wishing beyond wishes that they could find their friends alive.
The first occupant that they had found was the dead body of James Potter. Sirius's mind was reeling in a state of utter despair and misery at the sight of his dead best-friend. His mind simply could not digest the horrendous fact of the death of his best friend (who was a genuine brother to him in everyway but blood). Remus too was greatly distraught. However, as he had always been the best among his friends at handling such traumatic and shocking situations, thus he was more able to control his emotions than Sirius. Nevertheless, a stream of tears still had managed to find their way out from his beautiful eyes…
They were both sitting there beside the cold corpse of James Potter, the Crown Prince of the Light Elven race, fully enmeshed within their own feelings of guilt and anguish , when the soft cries of "Pafoo" and "Moonee" had pulled them out from the depths of their mind.
The both of them immediately got to action. They ran towards the direction of the voice, and found the most precious sight of their beloved godson lying on the floor beside the fragments of what was once his crib.
Sirius immediately bended down and lifted his little godson into his warm arms. He hugged him tightly and softly whispered soothing words in the little one's ear. When Harry had more or less calmed down, Sirius had started to sing softly to him a familiar lullaby, hence luring the sweet child to his dreams.
"Sirius, we have to leave this place now. Soon, it will be infested with aurors and such. And if they see us, they will most probably arrest us for James's and Lily's deaths, for James had previously informed Dumbledore and the inner circle of the Order of Phoenix that you would be their Secret-Keeper, and after the switch, it was Peter who had volunteered to reveal our change of plans to Dumbledore. However, considering his usual cowardice, plus the fact that we have now discovered that he is on the dark side, therefore I can assure you that he had not informed Dumbledore of the switch in Secret-Keeper," commented Remus on their current situation, as he moved about the tattered house to say his final goodbyes to James and Lily.
"Yes, we should," replied Sirius, as he walked over the body of his best-friend to say his own last goodbye. He then picked up James's wand that had fallen to the side of him. Following that, he had repeated the same sequence of things with Lily. And straight after that, he had scouted around the ruins looking for other useful items. From the blackened floor, he had picked up a thick woolly blanket to wrap the sleeping Harry in. In addition, he had also picked up a Prongs-like stag cuddly toy and tucked it within the grasp of his godson.
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On reaching a safe distance away from the ruins of Godric's Hollow, Sirius Black had landed his motorcycle in a quiet and secluded alleyway. He had then got off his motorbike, handed the precious bundle of his adorable and currently sleeping godson to his husband, Remus, and quietly instructed, "Remus, we're just about two kilometres south of your mother's cottage. You've to go there swiftly and explain to Jena about our situation, before the whole wizardry world comes after us. Also, see if Jena can concocted something up for little Harry. The poor little dear must have been starving after our long flight."
"Yes, I know that my mom will most definitely understand our current plight and that she will probably be able to provide us we some basic necessities that would have been helpful for our escape," acknowledged Remus, and after a short pause he added, "But, what about you? From what I could make out from your words, you aren't coming with me. What're you planning to do?"
"I'll meet you in a few days time, at the private territory of Moony and Padfoot in the midst of Grimmauld Woods; the same secret spot of ours that we've been going to for the previous four full moons," said Sirius, as he tried to evade the subject.
"Sirius please, do tell me that you aren't going after Peter," implored Remus with an obvious tinge of apprehension in his voice, "Love please, we mustn't do anything rash and reckless now, it will probably just worsen this already bitter situation of ours."
"Remus, I know that what you say is right. You're always the composed one in times of crisis, but I just can't let that damned rat walk off scot-free," resisted Sirius passionately, "Remus, I can't. I just can't turn a blind eye to the most traitorous duplicity of that deceitful rat. All I can see in my mind is the sight of James and Lily lying there dead within the remnants of their home. And… and I can't help but blame myself for their death. If only I had insisted on with being their Secret-Keeper when James had suggested the switch after my pregnancy, then… then they would still be alive… Furthermore, it was me who had stupidly recommended to James that he should use that scum of a rat. I…"
"Sirius, I've a really bad feeling about the thought of you going after that rat. I just have this foreboding feeling that something horrible will happen," commented Remus, as he gently locked his eyes onto the attractively deep bluish orbs of his lovers, "Besides, Sirius love, I'm sure that James and Lily wouldn't have blamed you for their death. What they would want you to do are for you to take care of Harry and to raise him well,"
Sirius had tenderly returned his gaze, looking straight into the lovely gold-flaked hazel eyes of Remus for a brief moment, before leaning forward and kissed his husband on his temptingly pinkish lip. Next, he had bended down and placed a quick little peck right in the middle of the newly scarred forehead of his sweet little godson, and then he had responded in a somewhat dejected manner, "I know, Remus, and I'll. I have and always will love little Har here like my own. However, without properly revenging his parents, I somewhat feel that I've let him down. I'm really sorry, love. I'll be with the two of you as soon as possible." And with that, he had disappeared off in an apparation.
Remus Lupin stood there rooted to the spot for a moment, staring blanking at the empty spot in front of him…
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Mrs Jena Lupin was reclined within the comfort of her soft but highly worn out and stained, ancient and cotton-stuffed armchair which was a favourite of hers. For the past hour that she had been sitting there, her beautiful violet eye had remained firmly focused on her window and she had been staring out blindly through its glass panel at the ominously dark and stormy sky outside, her attention was turned inwards and was lost somewhere within the tangles of her thoughts…
Earlier on (just around an hour ago), she was woken up by a sudden loud clap of thunder. Her night has been a very troubled one. Throughout the night, she has been tantalized by a queasy sense of uneasiness. This highly bothersome perplexity was greatly reminding her of a similar time when she had been disturbed and smothered by a somewhat corresponding premonition of squeamish vexation… And that was the day (so many years ago) that she had lost her most beloved husband, who was a muggle, to a terribly severe and bloody car crash…
Her husband was a very caring and wonderful man. Even though, he was not of the wizardry world, Raphael Michael Lupin, had most readily accepted her secret identity of being a witch when she had revealed it to him on that fabulously beautiful evening when he had proposed to her. Moreover, when their only child, Remus John Lupin was bitten in a vicious attack by a werewolf, and had became lycanthropic himself, Raphael had sticked on with the family, and had shown great understanding and sympathy for his son's ill-fated plight. Never once had he shunned their sweet child for being a werewolf. Instead, in his hope to offer a protective buffer against the feelings of rejection and isolation that Remus (even as a young and innocent child) was forced to face because of his lycanthropy, Raphael had made it a point to regularly express his strong parental love to Remus outwardly.
Loud and frantic knocks on the door had shaken her out of her daze. At the mad frenzy that she could audibly sense from the interrupting sounds, she had fleetingly made her way to the door and opened it. It was her usually collected and serene son, Remus Lupin. He was soaked to the skin by the heavy downpour, and held closely to his chest was a baby… the little cute Harry… her son's and son-in-law's precious little godchild; the adorable and sweet toddler whom she had always treated and loved as the grandchild that she had always wanted but did not have.
"What is it, Remus? What happened? What had shaken you so?" asked Mrs Lupin in grave concerned, "And why is baby Harry with you?"
"Mom, we have come here straight from Godric's Hollow. Earlier tonight, the Potters were maliciously attacked by Voldermort himself. James and Lily were both killed in the fight, but miraculously somehow little Har here had survived the Avada Kedavra curse almost completely unscathed, except for this tiny lightning-blot injury on his forehead."
"What happened? I thought that the Potters had recently gone into hidding under the coverage of the Fidelius Charm?" questioned a shocked Mrs Lupin, "Unless… they're betrayed, won't they? Who was their Secret-Keeper? And where's Sirius, did something happened to him too?"
"Sirius refused to listen to me and had gone off after that blasted rat," replied a saddened Remus Lupin.
A confused Mrs Lupin stared with incomprehension at Remus and asked, "Rat? What rat?"
"Yes rat. That damned rat who is Peter Pettigrew. He is an Animagus, and so are James and Sirius. Back in my Hogwarts' days, they had found out about my lycanthropy, and instead of repudiating my friendship as I had expected it to be, they had became Animagi, so that they could keep me company during my monthly transformation," answered Remus.
Mrs Lupin was stunned speechless, and for a while the room had descended into silence. Finally, Mrs Lupin had managed to regain her composure slightly, and still in a state of astonishment she had muttered, "Really? That's amazing! But.... but what is it about Peter? I take it that you had meant that he was the Potters' Secret Keeper?"
"Yes. However, everyone else now would think that it was Sirius who was the spy for the dark and the one that had revealed James's and Lily's location, for it was him who was supposed to be their Secret-Keeper and I'll probably be labelled as his accomplice. Just slightly more than a week ago, we had discovered that Sirius is pregnant and is currently carrying three of my children…"
"What?! How can that be? How could Sirius be pregnant? Sirius is a male, isn't he?" questioned a utterly bewildered Mrs Lupin.
"Yes, he most definitely is," said an amused Remus with a smile, "Well his ability to be pregnant has something to do with him being a special group of Dark Elves. I'll tell you more about it some other time in the future when we no longer have to hide. But, now I've to get some stuff and food for Harry before I leave. For, it will be daytime soon, and I'm sure that this will most likely be one of the first place that the aurors will search for us in."
Mrs Lupin reached forth and rested a hand gently on her son's arm and firmly insisted, "I'm coming with you all. You and Sirius will most probably need the extra help that I can offer with taking care of little Harry and my future grandchildren."
Remus Lupin nodded in acceptance, as he knew that it was pointless to try and argue with his mother when she was in her stubborn mood. Moreover, there was no time to waste and they had to get out of this place soon, before the aurors came looking for them. Thus with the unspoken agreement, the conversation was ended. And both the Lupins' mother and son immediately bustled around the house in a prompt and efficient manner, gathering up all the available odds and ends that were deemed as useful and practical in aiding their lives as fugitives from the wizardry world.
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For the past two days since he had left Remus and Harry, Sirius Black had been earnestly striving to track down the blasted turncoat of a rat. In his Animagus form of a black grim, Sirius (or rather Padfoot) had been hotly trailing after a rat (one specific fat grey rat with the not commonly known name of Wormtail). However, that blasted rat had time and again managed to evade his pursuit.
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Near the fringes of the Grimmauld Woods, just as Remus and Mrs Lupin with little Harry cradled comfortably within the crooks of her arms, were hurriedly making their way towards the pre-assigned spot to meet-up with Sirius, they were halted in mid-way by a beautiful and familiar young Moon Elven lady, Andromeda Tonks. Andromeda was the only cousin that Sirius had, and as they were of comparable ages and personalities, she and Sirius had always been very close. Throughout her life, Andromeda has chosen to stay within the muggles' world, and her identity had thus remained unknown among the wizardry race. She was currently married to a kind-hearted muggle by the name of Ted Tonks, and they had a sweet little girl named, Nymphadora.
"Good to see you two, Remus and Mrs Lupin. And is that cute little one, Harry? I haven't seen him for quite a while. I sure am most pleasantly surprised to meet you all on this midnight stroll of mine to soak up some starlight, so as to re-charge my depleting power," greeted Andromeda in the cheerful and friendly manner of hers. "By the way, what are you two doing out here so late in the night? And where's dear old Sirius?"
In respond, Remus had looked Andromeda straight in the eyes, and had told the truthful and latest tale of their current situation for the second time within the span of one night.
"Don't worry, dear, I'll go off right now, and chase down that fool-hardy cousin of mine and drag him back kicking and screaming to you," comforted Andromeda teasingly, "And well, if you want it, I could always tied yours and Sirius's shadows together, so that you will always have that mutt of yours on a close leash."
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Finally on the late afternoon of the third day, Sirius Black had managed to corner Peter Pettigrew in the middle of a muggles town…
In his state of fury, Sirius had apparently forgotten that they were standing right in the middle of a crowded street of a muggle town, and so he had swiftly whipped out his wand and had challenged Peter Pettigrew to a wizard duel. However, unexpectedly, Peter had turned around to face Sirius and screamed, "You bloody betrayer! How could you so callously betrayed James and Lily to your dark master!"
Sirius was utterly stunned by his words, and before he had the time to react, a violent explosion had gone off. And by the time he had realised what was happening, he was already standing in a middle of a crater in the street, with grotesquely burned corpses lying haphazardly around his feet. His alert eyes, was the only pair of eyes that had spotted the cunning and treacherous rat scrambling off into the dark and smelly sewers below…
In his state of total emotional turmoil, all Sirius Black could do was remained rooted to the ground and started laughing away manically…
Just when a group of armed aurors had apparated onto the scene of crime in their attempt to arrest Sirius, a masked lady in black muggle-styled clothing had appeared to defend him. She had hastily called forth the extremely rare ability of a Goddess of Death (one of the elite groups of Moon Elves that are blessed with additional specialities); the ability to control the shadows of all living and non-living things. She had used her powers to manipulate the shadows' of the opposing aurors, so that their shadows were wrapped around them, hence, restricting their movements. Next, she had pulled forth the shadow that was cast around a tall building beside the street, and had used its shadow to shroud her and Sirius within their darkness, thus aiding them on their vanishing escape…
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Severus Snape, the High Lord of the British Vampire Kingdom, was sitting alone in the dark of his study sipping slowly from his cup of steaming hot tea that had been laced with nourishingly fresh blood. His depressed younger lover, Regulus Black had just gone off to bed. Although, it had been around a week since Sirius was first labelled as a wanted criminal, Regulus still had not yet came to term with his beloved elder brother's betrayal of the light, for he had always held his protective older brother in high esteem. To make matter even worst, since the very same day that Sirius had vanished off with his masked accomplice, Regulus had been constantly hounded by pestering ministry workers, demanding aurors and nosey reporters, and Regulus (unlike his more outgoing and sociable older brother) had always been a somewhat shy and naïve Moon Elf who had been pretty much unused to such rowdy and prejudicial crowd, for the overly-protective bother of his, Sirius had always been there in the past to shield him from all the negativity of this world.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar-looking plain brown owl had fluttered into the unlit room and had dropped off a letter on his desk right in front of him, before flying away.
He reached forth and picked up the letter with his slim artisan hand. His vampire heritage had equipped him with solid night-vision, and he could clearly make out the single word that was written on the plain white envelope. The sole word was 'Regulus', and it was written in the recognisable messy scrawl of one Sirius Black.
Severus hands fingered with the letter as he composedly gathered his thoughts and considered his options. Finally, in thehope to prevent his lover from being implicated in his brother's crimes, Severus had chosen to cast a fire spell and burnt away the unopened letter…
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