Coming Silence
Ch: 15 Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Wish they were.
Harry leaned over the edge of the toilet as the contents of his stomach rolled on out. It had been two weeks since the meeting about the Dagger and, true to his word, Harry had gotten violently sick. His demon powers were leaving him as his wizardry finally kicked in. About damn time, too.
"Take this when you're finished," said Severus, handing Harry a purple vial. Soft hands smoothed his hair away from his face while he wretched.
"Thanks," said Harry. "Never say I didn't warn you."
Severus smiled down at the tiny demon. After that first night lying together, Harry had moved in, against Sev's wishes, of course, but both were finding themselves to be quite content with the arrangement. Harry still hadn't managed to be shagged, but it was only a matter of time.
"Are you finished?"
Harry glared from his position. "Don't make it sound like I planned this. It's not my fault you won't shag me and spare me this pain."
Severus stilled. Harry did have a point but he wasn't about to tell him that. He scooped Harry up from the floor and headed towards their room. Harry squeaked in surprise and anticipation. Was it finally going to happen?
Apparently not. Severus simply threw Harry on the bed, followed by a new set of robes. He wasn't going to let Harry go to breakfast smelling the way he did. It was not appealing.
"Damn. And I thought you were finally going to listen to me. Oh well."
He hurried into his robes and followed Severus out the door. The halls were silent, it still being to early for the students to arise. As the saying goes, too quiet. A storm was coming. Harry could feel it in his bones. And from the way Severus was standing, he knew it to. Soon, it would begin.
They entered the hall and sat. Something kept nagging at his mind, telling him something was amiss. Harry frowned at his plate just as Kasha, Melvorn, and Roltac rushed through the door. Clasped in Kasha's hand was a letter, engraved in gold.
"Harry! It's Ittana!" screamed Kasha. Her normally calm face was twisted in despair. Even Roltac and Malvern were upset.
"What happened?" The feeling of dread deepened.
"Here. She's-she's" Kasha couldn't finish her sentence, her grief was so deep.
Harry ripped open the letter; oblivious to the anxious look sent his way from his Mate. He gasped in surprise, his eyes tearing up. Ittana was dead. She was killed from a knife wound, in her own room. Her life was now over.
Tears of pain filled his eyes. The memory of Ittana, her smile and gentle humor, flashed before his eyes. Harry was unaware of the arms gently holding him; unaware of the whispered words of comfort sent his way by Severus, unaware of everything-except the rage.
Harry's voice came out strangled, filled with anger. How dare they kill one of his! "Who did this?"
Severus looked upon the pale, tear-streaked face of his beloved and felt a small tinge of fear. That face was so unemotional, so cold, the Dark Lord himself would shake in the face of that unstoppable rage.
Roltac smiled grimly. "We know who. Tolmet. He set off a mass revolt by shaking up the anger of the Mountain Folk, those who were unloyal to your great grandparents and banished to the Outlands. He snuck in and stabbed her. There was a witness."
Harry pulled away and sat up. Now was his time to act. This would not go unpunished.
"Send word to all our allies. Make sure everyone knows this- if you harbor the enemy, you forfeit your life to me," Roltac bowed and hurried away. Harry turned his attention to Kasha. "Start the arrangements. We are going home. I think its time to remind the people just why you shouldn't piss me off."
Kasha grinned. She wanted justice. Now she would have it.
"Malvorn, do you have the map of the Forest ready?"
"Yes, my liege," Malvorn reached his clawed hands into his tunic, drawing out a gold parchment covered in red lines. "It's written in Demonish, but your godfather will be able to read it."
Harry took it and shoved it into Severus's hands. "Take this to Dumbledore. I have to leave but I promise to return. Stay safe."
Harry wrapped his hands into his Mates hair and pulled him close. "I don't want to loose you. Tell everyone I will be back when I can."
With a swift kiss, Harry launched himself over the table and ran out the door, Malvorn behind him. He never looked back.
Outside they met the other two demons, everything readied for their visit home. Harry knew what he would find, chaos and destruction. But he held on to his rage, readying himself to do what he thought he would never have to do again. He prepared himself for death, not knowing that far away, another prepared himself for the upcoming war. Soon, he would strike.
Harry hurried through the Gate incantation, anxious to get home. Funny, he always thought of Hogwarts as home. How time changes someone. They raced down the cold path, headless of any dangers that might have popped up. Harry only wanted to get home.
Out they popped by the Jump Site, racing across open fields to the castle. Servants of the castle hailed them, sadness clouding the ground. Harry saw no signs of harm to the castle or the grounds. Yet, he could feel them.
Harry burst into the hall. The rest of the Advisory board rushed to meet him.
"Harry, thank goddess, your back!" screamed Marinaz. She briefly hugged Harry.
"What happened? Who killed her?"
"Tolmet. Only him. The revolt to the north has been tampered down but we can't find Ittana's killer. Tolmet is nowhere around. He took some sort of Gate, one we have never seen before. Ambrose, the witness, said he just disappeared in one second."
"Have you tried to track him?" asked Roltac.
"None of the incantations in The Book of Kings can trace him. It is as if he just-scattered."
Harry frowned. This wasn't Tolmets' style.
"I'll go and check any of my wards around her room. I need to know how Tolmet got in when I tampered the wards to Ittana's command only," said Kasha.
"Take Malvorn. Roltac and Marinaz will come with me. Something is wrong. Roltac, when I leave, you need to be King in Stead."
Roltac frowned. "Harry, you need me-"
"Our people need you more. I place you also in charge of the Board. It's about time you got your seat. I'm just sorry Ittana had to loose her life for you to get it. Marinaz, bring me the Book and the witness to my chambers. I might find something you over looked. I'm beginning to suspect wizardry in this. Also, start Ittanas' funeral arrangements. She's to be buried with all the honors of Royalty."
Marinaz scurried off to do Harry's wishes. Roltac bowed and left. He knew Harry needed some time alone.
Harry entered his chambers and lit them with a word. Tears and sadness threatened to overwhelm him. Besides Roltac, Ittana was Harry's first true friend in Alenzar and his most trusted Advisor. He always knew Ittana would back him up when the time came. Unable to hold them back, Harry let the tears flow.
Hours later found him making an announcement to his people. Ittana's funeral would be open to all, in three days. Harry knew this was a low blow to his people's faith. But he was here, and here he would stay for a while. He hoped Severus was all right.
Three weeks later found Harry pouring over his Book of Kings, looking for anything that might put a finger on what could have happened to Tolmet. So far, nothing. Ambrose's account of what had happened was oddly familiar, but he just couldn't place where from.
Harry rubbed his eyes. He was hot, bothered, cranky and depressed. Being away from Severus without completing the bond was wearing on him. And this mystery was not helping. He leaned back in his chair, arching his back, hearing the satisfying pop as his joints stretched.
Suddenly soft hands descended on his shoulders, rubbing and pulling the taunt muscles into relaxation. Harry relaxed. He tensed up as the scent of his masseuse reached his sensitive nose. No way, it couldn't be!
Harry launched himself out of his chair and into Severus's arms.
"How? Why? You're really here, aren't you?"
"Yes. Roltac thought you needed someone to help you relax," explained Severus, cupping his hands beneath Harry to keep him up.
Harry smoothed his hands down Severus's soft cheeks, tracing the wrinkles reverently. He knew it was silly to miss his Mate as much as he did, but he couldn't help it.
"Roltac was right. I think I need to give him an extra special present."
"I think you might be right." Severus's voice was so soft, making Harry shiver in pleasure. Now, Harry knew, was the time. This would be it.
"Did I ever tell you when I fell in love with you?"
"No. I don't believe you did." Severus slowly started walking away from the table. Harry wrapped his legs around Severus's waist to keep himself steady.
"It was four years ago. I didn't know it at the time. I was in the Mirror Room, watching Hogwarts when I saw you, in your room, on the couch. You were gazing off into the fire and in that moment, I first saw you without your mask. You were being you. And I fell."
Severus collapsed against the bed, falling against Harry. He reverently brushed dark hair away from those bright green eyes. The lightning scar shown out, pale as the dawn. Harry's words made his heart beat. It was the first time anyone said anything like that to him. Now he truly believed he was loved.
"And I fell for you when you walked in from the rain. Your hair was plastered to your head and you started to sneeze. You looked so cute then."
Harry remembered that day. He smiled before soft lips ghosted across his face. He lay back as his clothing was removed and lay naked to his Mate. The power in the Bond flared higher and higher, tightening when he reached his climax. It was done. And he was loved.
AN: Sorry about all delays. Real life is a bitch. Anyway, no smut in this chapter, I really am bad at writing it so you'll just have to deal. For all the people reading this, thank you for your reviews. I'm glad to please someone out there. Now the story will pick up, really fast, and there might not be that many chapters left. Now we head into the war. I have a weird request, if anyone has seen any Harry/Legolas (weird pairing I know) fics out there, can you send me the info? Thanks! ~Cheers
Ch: 15 Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Wish they were.
Harry leaned over the edge of the toilet as the contents of his stomach rolled on out. It had been two weeks since the meeting about the Dagger and, true to his word, Harry had gotten violently sick. His demon powers were leaving him as his wizardry finally kicked in. About damn time, too.
"Take this when you're finished," said Severus, handing Harry a purple vial. Soft hands smoothed his hair away from his face while he wretched.
"Thanks," said Harry. "Never say I didn't warn you."
Severus smiled down at the tiny demon. After that first night lying together, Harry had moved in, against Sev's wishes, of course, but both were finding themselves to be quite content with the arrangement. Harry still hadn't managed to be shagged, but it was only a matter of time.
"Are you finished?"
Harry glared from his position. "Don't make it sound like I planned this. It's not my fault you won't shag me and spare me this pain."
Severus stilled. Harry did have a point but he wasn't about to tell him that. He scooped Harry up from the floor and headed towards their room. Harry squeaked in surprise and anticipation. Was it finally going to happen?
Apparently not. Severus simply threw Harry on the bed, followed by a new set of robes. He wasn't going to let Harry go to breakfast smelling the way he did. It was not appealing.
"Damn. And I thought you were finally going to listen to me. Oh well."
He hurried into his robes and followed Severus out the door. The halls were silent, it still being to early for the students to arise. As the saying goes, too quiet. A storm was coming. Harry could feel it in his bones. And from the way Severus was standing, he knew it to. Soon, it would begin.
They entered the hall and sat. Something kept nagging at his mind, telling him something was amiss. Harry frowned at his plate just as Kasha, Melvorn, and Roltac rushed through the door. Clasped in Kasha's hand was a letter, engraved in gold.
"Harry! It's Ittana!" screamed Kasha. Her normally calm face was twisted in despair. Even Roltac and Malvern were upset.
"What happened?" The feeling of dread deepened.
"Here. She's-she's" Kasha couldn't finish her sentence, her grief was so deep.
Harry ripped open the letter; oblivious to the anxious look sent his way from his Mate. He gasped in surprise, his eyes tearing up. Ittana was dead. She was killed from a knife wound, in her own room. Her life was now over.
Tears of pain filled his eyes. The memory of Ittana, her smile and gentle humor, flashed before his eyes. Harry was unaware of the arms gently holding him; unaware of the whispered words of comfort sent his way by Severus, unaware of everything-except the rage.
Harry's voice came out strangled, filled with anger. How dare they kill one of his! "Who did this?"
Severus looked upon the pale, tear-streaked face of his beloved and felt a small tinge of fear. That face was so unemotional, so cold, the Dark Lord himself would shake in the face of that unstoppable rage.
Roltac smiled grimly. "We know who. Tolmet. He set off a mass revolt by shaking up the anger of the Mountain Folk, those who were unloyal to your great grandparents and banished to the Outlands. He snuck in and stabbed her. There was a witness."
Harry pulled away and sat up. Now was his time to act. This would not go unpunished.
"Send word to all our allies. Make sure everyone knows this- if you harbor the enemy, you forfeit your life to me," Roltac bowed and hurried away. Harry turned his attention to Kasha. "Start the arrangements. We are going home. I think its time to remind the people just why you shouldn't piss me off."
Kasha grinned. She wanted justice. Now she would have it.
"Malvorn, do you have the map of the Forest ready?"
"Yes, my liege," Malvorn reached his clawed hands into his tunic, drawing out a gold parchment covered in red lines. "It's written in Demonish, but your godfather will be able to read it."
Harry took it and shoved it into Severus's hands. "Take this to Dumbledore. I have to leave but I promise to return. Stay safe."
Harry wrapped his hands into his Mates hair and pulled him close. "I don't want to loose you. Tell everyone I will be back when I can."
With a swift kiss, Harry launched himself over the table and ran out the door, Malvorn behind him. He never looked back.
Outside they met the other two demons, everything readied for their visit home. Harry knew what he would find, chaos and destruction. But he held on to his rage, readying himself to do what he thought he would never have to do again. He prepared himself for death, not knowing that far away, another prepared himself for the upcoming war. Soon, he would strike.
Harry hurried through the Gate incantation, anxious to get home. Funny, he always thought of Hogwarts as home. How time changes someone. They raced down the cold path, headless of any dangers that might have popped up. Harry only wanted to get home.
Out they popped by the Jump Site, racing across open fields to the castle. Servants of the castle hailed them, sadness clouding the ground. Harry saw no signs of harm to the castle or the grounds. Yet, he could feel them.
Harry burst into the hall. The rest of the Advisory board rushed to meet him.
"Harry, thank goddess, your back!" screamed Marinaz. She briefly hugged Harry.
"What happened? Who killed her?"
"Tolmet. Only him. The revolt to the north has been tampered down but we can't find Ittana's killer. Tolmet is nowhere around. He took some sort of Gate, one we have never seen before. Ambrose, the witness, said he just disappeared in one second."
"Have you tried to track him?" asked Roltac.
"None of the incantations in The Book of Kings can trace him. It is as if he just-scattered."
Harry frowned. This wasn't Tolmets' style.
"I'll go and check any of my wards around her room. I need to know how Tolmet got in when I tampered the wards to Ittana's command only," said Kasha.
"Take Malvorn. Roltac and Marinaz will come with me. Something is wrong. Roltac, when I leave, you need to be King in Stead."
Roltac frowned. "Harry, you need me-"
"Our people need you more. I place you also in charge of the Board. It's about time you got your seat. I'm just sorry Ittana had to loose her life for you to get it. Marinaz, bring me the Book and the witness to my chambers. I might find something you over looked. I'm beginning to suspect wizardry in this. Also, start Ittanas' funeral arrangements. She's to be buried with all the honors of Royalty."
Marinaz scurried off to do Harry's wishes. Roltac bowed and left. He knew Harry needed some time alone.
Harry entered his chambers and lit them with a word. Tears and sadness threatened to overwhelm him. Besides Roltac, Ittana was Harry's first true friend in Alenzar and his most trusted Advisor. He always knew Ittana would back him up when the time came. Unable to hold them back, Harry let the tears flow.
Hours later found him making an announcement to his people. Ittana's funeral would be open to all, in three days. Harry knew this was a low blow to his people's faith. But he was here, and here he would stay for a while. He hoped Severus was all right.
Three weeks later found Harry pouring over his Book of Kings, looking for anything that might put a finger on what could have happened to Tolmet. So far, nothing. Ambrose's account of what had happened was oddly familiar, but he just couldn't place where from.
Harry rubbed his eyes. He was hot, bothered, cranky and depressed. Being away from Severus without completing the bond was wearing on him. And this mystery was not helping. He leaned back in his chair, arching his back, hearing the satisfying pop as his joints stretched.
Suddenly soft hands descended on his shoulders, rubbing and pulling the taunt muscles into relaxation. Harry relaxed. He tensed up as the scent of his masseuse reached his sensitive nose. No way, it couldn't be!
Harry launched himself out of his chair and into Severus's arms.
"How? Why? You're really here, aren't you?"
"Yes. Roltac thought you needed someone to help you relax," explained Severus, cupping his hands beneath Harry to keep him up.
Harry smoothed his hands down Severus's soft cheeks, tracing the wrinkles reverently. He knew it was silly to miss his Mate as much as he did, but he couldn't help it.
"Roltac was right. I think I need to give him an extra special present."
"I think you might be right." Severus's voice was so soft, making Harry shiver in pleasure. Now, Harry knew, was the time. This would be it.
"Did I ever tell you when I fell in love with you?"
"No. I don't believe you did." Severus slowly started walking away from the table. Harry wrapped his legs around Severus's waist to keep himself steady.
"It was four years ago. I didn't know it at the time. I was in the Mirror Room, watching Hogwarts when I saw you, in your room, on the couch. You were gazing off into the fire and in that moment, I first saw you without your mask. You were being you. And I fell."
Severus collapsed against the bed, falling against Harry. He reverently brushed dark hair away from those bright green eyes. The lightning scar shown out, pale as the dawn. Harry's words made his heart beat. It was the first time anyone said anything like that to him. Now he truly believed he was loved.
"And I fell for you when you walked in from the rain. Your hair was plastered to your head and you started to sneeze. You looked so cute then."
Harry remembered that day. He smiled before soft lips ghosted across his face. He lay back as his clothing was removed and lay naked to his Mate. The power in the Bond flared higher and higher, tightening when he reached his climax. It was done. And he was loved.
AN: Sorry about all delays. Real life is a bitch. Anyway, no smut in this chapter, I really am bad at writing it so you'll just have to deal. For all the people reading this, thank you for your reviews. I'm glad to please someone out there. Now the story will pick up, really fast, and there might not be that many chapters left. Now we head into the war. I have a weird request, if anyone has seen any Harry/Legolas (weird pairing I know) fics out there, can you send me the info? Thanks! ~Cheers