Bittersweet Revenge

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon... I am merely using the ideas to try and create an entertaining story.

#(LAST TIME)#

"Draco, promise me, that you won't hate me." She whispered. Hotaru had come to her decision rather quickly. She knew what she had to do...

"Firefly, what are you talking about?" Draco was lost, why would he hate her?

"Just promise me."

"Hotaru, I could never hate you." He smiled gently though the confusion was still present in his eyes.

"I love you." She whispered before leaning foreword and brushing her lips against his. Draco's heart felt lighter than air when she had said those three little words, but just as he was about to deepen the kiss, she moved back, "I'm sorry Draco." Then she rose to her feet,

"Hotaru, are you insane get dow-"

"Voldemort, if you have a qualm with me, then it is cowardice to take it out on these people,"

"Get down you idiot, do you want to be killed!! Wait for that damned Scout!" yelled Snape in anger as he tried to grab Hotaru's arm to pull her down.

"I AM that damned Senshi. You wanted Sailor Saturn... You've got Sailor Saturn..." she paused as she pulled out her transformation pen.

"Hotaru DON'T!" yelled King Hermes, but he was too late,

"ETERNAL SATURN POWER!" the entire student and teacher group sat slack jawed as the young, gentle and usually reserved and friendly girl was encased in shadows. When they disappeared, most of the people on the floor could do nothing but gape. Where Hotaru once was, now stood the stoic and deadly soldier, Sailor Saturn...

"I knew they weren't normal." Breathed Hermione but no one payed her any heed.

#(AND NOW
Chapter 20 - Battles of My Own

Draco's mind was running a mile a minute as he stared at the girl he 'thought' he knew in complete and utter shock. Hotaru was Sailor Saturn?! How was it possible when Hotaru had been on Earth all the times that Saturn was up here? There was only one way that what he was seeing could possibly be true. She had lied to him... All this time, she had lied to him...

"Excellent so you've decided to finally come out of your shell my dear. There is something in you that I want. Or rather, someone?" his smirk widened as he noticed her glare darken.

"Saturn. STOP! You know what Fate, Destiny, and Duty said! You cannot touch a hair on his head!!!" King Hermes loud voice bellowed in urgency.

"I know that your majesty, but I can toy with his pathetic mind for a little while, can't I?" hissed Saturn in irritation.

"SATURN STOP!!!" the dangerous hiss froze the girl in her tracks as all attention turned to the figure surrounded by shadows and a feeling of death appeared from the shadows. Those who still had their eyes on Voldemort noticed a flash of fear cross his face, but it vanished so quickly, many thought they had imagined it with the cold shiver that had gone up their spines at the threatening voice.

"Delano. Stay out of this." Saturn's deadly calm voice was actually more frightening than a scream would have been.

"Use my title Saturn. You know that you cannot harm him now, even if you tried. Destiny would make sure your powers backfired on you. YOU KNOW THAT!!!" the large menacing scythe that was in his hand glowed an eerie black as the man's anger obviously rose.

"Oh SHUT UP 'DEATH'," Hotaru's sarcastic comment made every last Terran in the room, quiver in fear.

"Saturn leave this up to the prophesised one. Let out your anger on the Youma coming." Saturn's dark glare flung to Harry before she growled and returned her attention to the menacing wizard before her.

"I guess I can't accept your damned challenge. Be sure that we'll continue this in the shadow realm. Believe me; I'm going to enjoy watching you suffer..." and with that she was encased in shadows except this time, when the shadows retreated, Saturn had gone.

"Prince Harlan... I suggest you do what it is you know you must do... I will go aid Saturn." And 'Death' vanished too. Confused eyes of students scanned the room for this 'Prince Harlan' as one green-eyed boy sat shocked.

With Mars.

Mars dodged the black lightning that was flung at her before shooting off another fire arrow. With every miss, her anger rose and every word that Jedeite spoke pushed her anger to new peaks. Power was building in her, she could feel it, but what kind of power it was, was completely unknown to her.

"What's wrong Pyro? Have you been slacking in your training?" Jedeite taunted as a scattered bolt of black lightning struck the Martian princess in her left leg. Crying out from the pain, Mars fell to the floor, leg bleeding strongly.

"I'm impressed Traitor. You've been practicing." She gritted out in pain as she put pressure on her thigh.

"Not really my dear. You seem to forget that we were one once. I know your reactions and your attacks off by heart. It's just a matter a putting that knowledge into practice." His sadistic grin grew as Mars rose to her feet again muttering something while her birthmark glowed. Shimmering out of site he reappeared behind her and shot out another bout of lightning. The evil magic struck the Martian princess in her back as she screamed out in pain and fell forward.

"You coward. Still using dirty tricks to win your fights I see." The fury and disgust was pronounced greatly as she attempted to raise herself again. It didn't work. That particular shock had shorted out her moving system. She was going to have to wait until her body healed it. Until then, she needed to keep him talking.

"Not dirty tricks my pretty little Pyro. Extremely witty tactics."

"Call it what you like. It's still a dirty trick."

"I'm insulted my dear. That really cut me deep."

"Too bad you backstabbing bastard. Live with it."

"That's an idea... but I've got a better one, how about you die with it." He grinned maliciously, eyes glinting from an unknown source of light.

"No. Jedeite." Growled Mars, arm twitching as her body slowly regained the ability to move, "YOU 'die with it'." A huge explosion sounded three feet behind the blonde general startling him. A moment later meteors came hurtling down at him from the dark sky.

"How did you-" he cut himself off. He knew how she summoned the aid of the comets. She had called the assistance chant when she was rising. The light that he had discarded earlier was that of the burning rock. How could he overlook such obvious signals?

"Your weakness is still the same Jedeite. Your traitorous mind loves to gloat. You like to believe you are invincible." Mars smirked as she shakily got to her feet.

"You think you're sooo smart don't you-" his comment was cut off as one of the large burning rocks smashed straight into him, pinning him under its smouldering edge.

"Yep, I do." She smirked happily before noticing his closed eyes and bleeding body. Mars began to limp her way towards the door of the palace...

With Venus.

Oliverio's arm tightened around Minako holding her nearer still, with his sword drawn as the general moved closer to them. "So sorry I couldn't attend the wedding my love. I was preoccupied." His sadistically sweet voice made Minako's cautious nature kick in and move them both back a step.

"What do you want Malachite?" she hissed clutching the bed sheet, that solely covered her body, tighter.

"I want what is rightfully mine love."

"You touch her, and I'll kill you, right here and now." Oliverio growled stepping in front of Minako.

"I do believe that you just issued a challenge my Prince. I certainly accept." His smirk was one of pure evil satisfaction.

Minako's eyes widened in fear for her husband but Oliverio calmly retorted, knowing full well the implications on having issued a challenge, "It was no challenge traitor, it was a threat. You are not worthy to be challenged by me."

"I'm disappointed my 'Prince'. After training you for fifteen years you still have little respect for those greater than you." smirked the platinum haired man though one could easily see the pure fury radiating from his eyes.

Oliverio gave a short false laugh as he glared at his former battle sensei. "If you are implying yourself greater than I traitor, then you are losing your mind."

"You filthy, overconfident dog!" growled Malachite in outrage as he drew his sword.

"That I may be Malachite, but at least I'm not a traitor."

"Traitor? To what? You? Ha! Don't make me laugh little prince-"

"You are a traitor to your planet, your people, and what once was your love. You went against your own oath when you betrayed you kingdom-"

"Oh do shut up little prince. Are you trying to make me feel guilt? Pain? Try all you like but I do not regret my actions, nor will I ever regret them." The platinum haired general laughed maliciously at his former pupil.

"You are truly a vile creature Malachite. I can not believe I ever felt anything for you. You make me sick." Minako mumbled in bitter disgust as she stood beside her husband.

Malachite's eyes took in her lithe form, wrapped solely in the golden linen sheet, before his smile turned hungry, "My dear, once I'm done with this riffraff I will have you scream my name so many times you'll be begging this 'vile creature' to touch you for eternity."

Oliverio's eye grew narrow with rage as he pushed Minako back onto the bed, out of harm's way, and lunged at Malachite, sword at the ready. The loud clash of metal against metal resounded about the room as the fight between sensei and student began.

The two matched each other blow for blow, none coming out any more victorious than before. They parried and blocked each lethal swing, and continued to look for an opening to strike in. It was safe to say, they were outrageously evenly matched.

Having trained the prince for so long, Malachite knew the fighting style Oliverio tended to prefer over many, but this also worked to his disadvantage. Due to their lengthy lessons, spanning over the final fifteen years of his loyalty to the crown, Malachite's own fighting style was well known to his pupil and therefore not very effective.

Stepping the intensity up a notch, Oliverio realised that there was no possible way, either of them could win. Even though his training had been cut short by the sudden betrayal of the generals and his sudden death, he had already learned enough in his current life time to compensate for the lessons missed before.

Dodging to the right, Oliverio skilfully moved their fight further away from his beloved as he continued to block and counter each thrust and blow Malachite sent his way. "You cannot defeat me 'little Prince'." Malachite taunted in an attempt to distract his opponent.

"I will not be defeated, no matter what you think traitor." Oliverio growled, losing focus for a moment, but a moment was all Malachite needed. With a quick, complicated swipe, Malachite had drawn first blood, cutting deep into Oliverio's arm. The poor prince cried out in pain, dropping the sword in his hand, and collapsing to his knees in pain for the sword had not only cut his skin, but chipped his bone.

"You were never one to withstand any form of pain." Malachite smirked. He stepped back, gazing smugly at his gruesome handiwork, "Poor little prince. Hmmmm normally I would have killed you by now but I think I have a better form of torture for you before I end your misery."

Oliverio clenched his teeth, biting back his pain as he rose to his feet, "You have not won yet."

"I believe I have." He smirked before carelessly waving his hand in a sweeping motion. A black beam of energy shot out, wrapping tightly around Oliverio's neck, and dragging him back hard against the wall, slamming him passed the writing desk, knocking the pens and lettering tools to the floor by him as the black collar attached itself to the wall.

"Oliverio!" cried out Minako as she rushed to her feet, only to find herself flung back on the bed with a strange glittering black collar around her own neck. "How dare you traitor! You will pay!!" she screamed calling internally on her powers as Venus. She sat on the bed awaiting her transformation… but it never came. A moment later, her collar glowed black and she felt a shock run through her whole body as realisation dawned on Mina. "A Saturnian draining collar…"1 she mumbled in disbelief. These collars were used on shadow warriors to keep them in check and on powerful prisoners of wars…

"I see you are not the dumb blonde many make you out to be my dear." Malachite smirked maliciously, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the Terran Prince struggling with all his might to escape from the binding around his neck, causing it only to tighten slightly. Satisfied that the prince would not be able to miss what he wanted to do next, Malachite crossed the room to the bed that Minako lay upon, in her weakened state. It had taken quite some effort to steal that particular collar from a Saturnian armoury. He knew he'd definitely need it to attempt such a dangerous brawl, since he'd seen Minako become her assassin form.

"Don't you dare touch her Malachite, or I swear I'll-"

"You'll what little Prince? I don't know about you, but I'm not tied up in a collar at the moment. In fact I'm free to do whatever I want…" at his words, Malachite drew up Minako's weakened body and placed a slow kiss on her lips. Though she fought with all her might, without her magic and with most of her strength sapped, Minako was no match for the larger and much stronger built man who had trapped her beneath him.

Oliverio watched on in horror as Malachite placed slow, heated kisses along Minako's jaw, down her neck, and along her shoulder, making sure his ministration were in the prince's plain sight. He could not let this happen. He could not let this treacherous creature lay his lips upon Minako in places where only he, her husband, should see and touch.

Frantically searching around him for any form of weapon, Oliverio came up blank. Both swords were well out of his reach. But adaptation was the key here. He needed a weapon. Any weapon. It need not be a sword… Looking down, it hit him. The lettering tools were his answer. There would be a- aha! There it was!

Reaching down slowly so as not to alert the traitor, Oliverio took a hold of the small dagger shaped letter opener, pulling it back up into his sleeve, out of sight and rose his hands frantically to the collar struggling to make it loosen. He saw Malachite smirk at him and had to fight hard not to laugh himself as he silently slipped the metal of the blade in the beam's way. Chanting an old Terran spell under his breath he watched the magic that made the collar around his neck slip into the letter opener in his hand. It glowed an eerie green for a moment, and then settled and allowed the soft light to vanish.

Now instead of a black energy collar around his neck, Oliverio felt the energy solidify into metal. "Now little prince, this is how you should pleasure a woman. Not the amateur touches you give-"

"Release her Malachite. Now!" Oliverio growled dangerously.

Malachite pretended to think on it for a moment then smirk darkly, "No."

"Very well then." And with one fluid motion, Oliverio snapped the brittle metal collar around his neck in half, and flung the enchanted letter opener at the ex- general. It flew true, and with the sheer force of Oliverio's angered throw, the letter opener pierced straight through Malachite's back, directly into his right lung.

A stunned look over took Malachite as he stared in horror at the young prince making his way over to him, "But- how? I ne-nearly took your arm off. You could never handle pai-" his last words were cut off as the magic in the blade of the letter opener seeped through his body , poisoning and destroying his lungs, quickly deteriorating his heart.

Minako sat shivering in shock on the bed as she stared at Malachite in disbelief and fear. "When it comes to love…" Oliverio paused looking at Minako's shaken form laying in a tight ball, still hugging the sheet to her chest securely, "Nothing else matters. Not pain, not death; nothing but your love." He whispered softly to the dying man.

"He nearly- nearly-" tears leaked out from Minako's eyes as she sat up blankly for a moment before flinging herself into her husband's arms, "Oh gods he nearly killed you! Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Oh we have to summon the healers. We have to-" she was cut off as Oliverio's lips crashed down on her own in a passionate, loving and relieved embrace.

Oliverio lifted her off the bed into his arms, ignoring the blinding pain in his shoulder and forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist, to keep from unbalancing. Minako's hands travelled from around his neck to his chest and travelled out until she felt something moist on her fingers. Breaking off the kiss she gasped as she saw the red substance that was his blood, "Love put me down now, you're hurt and you're making it worse!" She gasped as she pulled away, forcing him to set her down.

Only now did the pain hit him full force and he groaned. "As long as you're ok, I don't care what happens to me." He mumbled as Minako gently pushed him down onto the bed, not sparing a glance to the dead man who had tumbled off and now lay by the bed on the floor as she went and tugged on the servants' bell. Their wing had been emptied of guards, servants and nobles alike to give them more privacy on their honeymoon. Apparently this had not been the best idea for if they had not been ordered to go; the palace guard would have come rushing in long before they did.

"What happened your majesty?!" exclaimed a guard as he saw the deceased body of a platinum haired man on the floor baring a frightening resemblance to General Malachite and the Saturnian draining collar latched onto her neck.

"It's a long story, but first summon our best healer and find me a Saturnian official with the ability to remove one of these things." She fingered the collar on her as she sat beside Oliverio, pressing a sheet against his bleeding wound.

On the Moon.

"You guys didn't believe me when I told you something was wrong but you saw it with your own eyes! I told you that they were not normal, but would you believe me? No!" Hermione reprimanded the boys softly, ducking under the table as another killing curse was flung across the room, striking the King of Mars. Many gaped openly as the man stood there unfazed.

"Really Mudblood, stop throwing a temper tantrum. It's getting quite irritating." Growled Draco, shooting a death glare over his shoulder at the bushy haired girl, who had been going on about how 'right' she was for the past ten minutes. Frankly he was sick of it, and he was in NO mood to be patient.

How could she have lied to him so easily? Why did she lie? Why? What had he done to make himself so un-trustable in her eyes? Had he said something wrong, or done something wrong? Or had she just been stringing him along all this time… No. Hotaru would never do that. Not to me. But she's not Hotaru. She's Sailor Saturn, destroyer of worlds and galaxies, Bringer of Silence, and carrier of Mistress Nine…

Draco sat there in a daze for a long while completely ignoring all around him as he tried to work out why Hotaru had lied to him. He snapped out of his daze when he heard Weasley mumble something about 'that Harlan guy', "What did you say Weasel?" he asked in a cutting tone.

"I said, Ferret, that this stupid Prince Harlan guy better show up soon or we're all dead."

Draco looked back over his shoulder with a glare, "Firstly Weasel, Harlan is not stupid, secondly, he WILL show up as soon as he works out a plan, and thirdly, shut your mouths the both of you, all you do is whinge and whine. Potter I'm surprised you can put up with it so well."

"They're my friends Draco. I don't care how little you think of them; do not insult them, especially in front of me." Harry reprimanded absentmindedly as his brain focused on formulating some sort of plan. He was drawing up blank more than he would have liked to admit and Draco noticed this quickly.

"Very well, but perhaps, removing the problem from immediate endangering of other problems by means of a distraction would be wise." Draco smirked as Harry looked at him confused for a moment before understanding emerged in his eyes and he nodded.

"Perhaps."

"What the hell? Harry what is that prat saying? Harry?" Hermione asked in confusion, not liking it one bit.

Completely ignoring his friends for a moment, Harry gazed intently at Draco trying to decipher what he was thinking, "Possibilities?"

"Flash of light?

"Too obvious."

"Explosion?"

"Too cliché."

"False entry or exit?"

Harry paused for a moment; a smirk surprisingly similar to Draco's creeping onto his face, "Double time and perfect." Draco nodded and turned his attention back to the dark wizard, standing around awaiting the arrival of his nemesis; completely taking advantage of the fact that none of the Silver Alliance Royal leaders could touch him without angering the fates. (A/N: if you don't understand what the hell they're on about, you will in a moment.)

"Distraction for the distraction?" asked Draco softly, not letting Voldemort leave his sights.

"Yes. Double time." Repeated Harry as his eye caught that of his father, and with a short emotionless look, Harry turned his attention to Draco. "Ready when you are."

"Harry, mate what on earth is going on?" asked Ron completely bewildered, "What are you two talking about?"

"The plan Ron."

"What plan?"

"The plan is to kill that hideous thing standing over there with his pathetic wand and disgusting self-assurance." Draco supplied, "Ready?"

"One sec," Harry turned and smiled at his friends since first year, "Guys, if I don't make it out of this alive, then thanks for sticking by me to the end. If I do make it, then I'll explain myself to you after this is all over. Oh and Ron, for the record, I'm not stupid and I 'am' planning on showing myself."

"Wha-?" Ron was cut off as Harry turned back to Draco and nodded. Without warning Draco stood up and began walking towards the dark wizard who was eyeing him wearily.

"You have nerve boy, I'll give you that, but you're stupid." Voldemort smirked viciously, before lifting his wand, "Avada-"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Draco shrugged, glancing back to see Harry chanting softly under his breath.

Voldemort stopped for a moment before outright laughing, "You amuse me boy. Very well then, why do I not want to kill you?" Draco cast a quick glance around and noticed with satisfaction, that the Youma surrounding the walls had frozen as if they had lost all control of their bodies. He noticed that Voldemort was still too intent on mocking him to realize this.

Draco smirked back just as evilly as his senses reached out for the energy of the silver crystal to aid him, "because it won't work anyway." He shrugged

"Ha! No one has survived the killing curse before so what makes you so sure boy."

"Harry Potter survived it as a pathetic child so it can't be all that dangerous." He shrugged slipping into cold, cutting and controlled Malfoy mode. He chanced another side glance to see Harry drop into a deep concentration as lightning struck the floor just outside the door.

Voldemort's eyes snapped to where the lightning had struck to see Prince Harlan standing there staring tauntingly at him. His eyes widened in realisation as he swivelled enraged at the blonde haired boy before him.

"You were a distraction!" he growled dangerously

Draco inwardly sighed as he prepared himself, "Took you long enough to work it out." He smirked triumphantly.

The rage in Voldemort's eyes grew quickly and without warning- "Avada Kedavra!!" – Draco dropped to the floor, eyes closed and chest unmoving. Without a second glance at the young man, Voldemort rushed to the door and ran out into the gardens, only to find one of his generals buried beneath a still burning meteor, no sign of Sailor Mars, and no trace of Prince Harlan.

Harry pulled out of his trance just as he heard the dreaded words of the killing curse being called out. He watched as Draco dropped to the floor, before Voldemort rushed out the door. He felt tears spring to his eyes as he fought them down and rose to his feet, allowing lightning to encircle him and morph him into his Royal form.

He ignored his classmates' gasps and shocked faces as he walked over and knelt quickly by Draco, placing two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse. Harlan's eyes narrowed as he stood up and turned emotionlessly to the door Voldemort had rushed out of, mere moments earlier. Without hesitation, he strode out the same door, drawing his sword with his right hand and charming lightning into his Jovian blade with his left.

Prince Harlan glared darkly at the wizards back as the man slowly turned around, "You are more gullible than it is healthy to be Voldemort, or should I be calling you Tom Riddle?" His anger showed itself in the dangerous smirk forming on his lips.

"And you are?" Lord Voldemort asked precariously,

"I am Prince Harlan of the Jovian Kingdoms, Knight of Jupiter- the middle planet of strength and lightning, and your sworn enemy. But you may call me Potter." Voldemort's eyes widened a fraction, "Harry. James. Potter." Harlan punctuated each word with a step forward, "And we have a score to settle."

Lightning struck again, only this time it glowed orange and wove itself around Harry like a protective layer as he slid into a fighting stance. "You do not scare me Harry Potter- you are no longer protected by your mother's silly sacrifice, therefore you are no longer protected from this- AVADA KEDAVRA!!" the evil wizard poured all his hatred for the boy into the spell as a sharp green light erupted from the wand.

Harlan stood there smirking as the light died away and he remained unharmed. "I am immune to your pathetic spells wizard."

"You are a wizard yourself Potter." Voldemort chided with a smirk, attempting to hide his sudden fear.

"No. I am a Jovian, above Terran magic. With my memories, returned my immunity to Terran charms. The ancient spell my mother put upon me when she sacrificed herself was an old form of Venusian magic. A love shield woven into my very blood. The blood which you had Wormtail take from me the night of the third test in the Tri-wizard tournament. You now share that shield, this is true." He paused, glaring dangerously at the man before him, before continuing, "It is why I have not burnt you to a crisp with a bolt of lightning yet- however, the shield only protects you against magic. That is why no one but me was allowed to challenge you. If it were anyone else trying to kill you with anything, whether it be with a sword or a spell, it would be stopped by the shield." his eyes intensely observed the dreaded man before him. Finally closing them, he stood there, awaiting his foe's first move.

When nothing came, he once again opened his eyes to find that Voldemort had managed to silently conjure a sword and had attempted to advance on him without his knowledge. Smirking in deadly amusement, Harlan closed his eyes again and waited for him to make the next move…

With Mars.

Mars remained hidden behind the silver cedar moon trees by the entrance to the palace, fighting her instincts to interfere and help her beloved. He seemed to have everything under control, but something felt… off…

It was all so very quick, and- and easy. Too easy. What was the aged Terran hiding from them? Why had he not turned tail and fled? Was there something going on? Something else… Or was it just that he was too proud?

So many questions plagued the fire senshi's mind and yet she had no answers, which utterly disturbed her. Something else was going on. Something she was missing. This was all way too easy. Something was not right…

With Harlan.

Voldemort lunged clumsily at Harlan, bringing his sword down sharply, only to feel the shock reverberate through his sword and into his arm as his blade connected with his foe's own in a loud harsh clang. Harlan, without a second thought, spun his sword in a circle, and knocked Voldemort back again. Without a second thought, Voldemort sprung forth again, and swung his sword around aiming at Harlan's neck. Once more, he blocked the strike and twisted his sword sharply, only this time, Voldemort's grip was looser on the sword, and the twist knocked it from his hand.

Harlan thrust forward, barely giving the Terran time to regain his balance and dodge. Twisting the sword and pulling it up, back then turning and thrusting it around a forward again, Harlan managed to not only cut a slice from Voldemort's elbow to shoulder, but from ear to ear. IN three simple moves Harlan had put the Terran wizard at the brink of death. "Never over estimate yourself Voldemort. You are nothing but and old pathetic fool with outdated idea's and beliefs." Harlan growled as he watched the thin line along Voldemort's throat begin to spurt out blood like a waterfall.

A malicious smirk formed painfully on the red eyed man's lips. "And now you die too 'prince'. My order was all that held them ba…" he choked and coughed up some black tinted blood as he fell face first into the pebbled ground, blood pooling around him.

"Holding what back you old fool?" Harlan question. The hair-raising screams and screeches that erupted from the sky above him was all the answer he needed. So that was the reason the Youma had not been attacking. They had been ordered not to.

"Harlan!!" cold out a feminine voice as Mars rushed out and flung herself at him. Her arms wound around his neck in a tight embrace as she held onto him for dear life, "Thank the gods you're alright."

"Reia- Mars. I'm fine. He had this coming for a long time now. Are you ok, you're bleeding. Your leg is injured!" he lifted off the ground slightly and held her to him as he kneeled and se there on his knee, looking at her bleeding thigh. Without hesitation, he rested his hand over the wound and a pale green light sprung from his palm, seeping into her wound. Moments later, the wound had nearly completely patched itself up.

"Thank you my love." She whispered leaning up and kissing him soundly on his lips.

"You're quite welcome my little Pyro; as long as I get another taste of those lips of yours." His lips quirked in a small cheeky grin as Mars giggled,

"You have a one track mind you know that?"

"Yes as a matter of fact, I do." His grin turned to a smirk as he leaned in kissed her again. Suddenly he froze, eyes widening to their limit before he pulled back and coughed up blood.

"Harlan? What's wrong?!" exclaimed Mars before she notice the blood on his lips. Looking up behind him, she saw a dishevelled, lightly bleeding and heavily burned Jedeite standing with his arm raised, and an evil smirk plastered on his face.

"Little Pyro if I can not have you then no one else shall either."

Mars's jaw dropped as shock and pain registered, "How? You're supposed to be dead!..."

"Apparently I'm not Little Pyro." He smirked one last time before he keeled over and collapsed in a burnt bleeding heap on the floor; a dark black burn mark on his back. Standing behind him with his own arm raised was none other than King James, Harlan's father.

"Here let me take a look at him…" he whispered gently as Queen Lillian came rushing out the palace doors and too her son's side. A bright white light flashed inside and then silence reigned as both the King and Queen of Jovia pooled their healing powers together to try and save their son's life.

1 The collars are mentioned in chapter 11 so I did not just make those up. Go check if ya'll like.

I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry you guys. I know it's been absolutely ages since I updated but I've had major writers block and I've had exams and assignment galore and yeah. I'm SORRY! Please forgive me? Pretty please. I posted this chapter the second I finished it. I haven't slept all night cause I got inspiration at about 10pm and It's now 5:37am. Please tell me what you guys think. Thank you to those of you that reviewed. I really appreciate it. If it weren't for those reviews I don't think I'd have gotten any inspiration to write at all so THANK YOU and please RR again.

Oh and I've edited chapters nine through to thirteen.

CHERRY