A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long but alas I had real life to attend to lately. School is honestly getting on my nerves and so is work! Well I hope you enjoy the new chapter. Also the next chapter will def have Harry/Draco in it! And a bit of background history as well. Cheers! Kels

Disclaimer: Back to the beginning is where this lies.

Chapter 4: Welcome to Titheyl

After the first day of class Mars sat in the Gryffindor common room playing chess

with Darren Weasley while Ben cheered them on. Chess was easy for him and he

usually beat anyone who dared to play against him. Even Lark couldn't beat him and

she always resorted to cheating by reading his mind. But then again Mars always left

his mind wide open as he knew she wouldn't win anyway. After the chess game which

he won, the boys went back to their room and lazed around. Soon the boys were

settled in bed.

"Mars, what classes do you have tomorrow?" Mars frowned as he tried to

remember his new schedule.

"I think I have History of Magic, advanced D.A.D.A., and advanced Charms.

Today I had History of Ancient Magic, Arithmancy, and Transfiguration. Ancient

magic was the best though." Mars grinned as he talked about ancient magic. Of course

it was easy for him considering what he was.

"Oi, mate! You are taking way too much History if I do say so. I'm not taking any

at all this year! Kept falling asleep I was. Anyway, I'm now in Divination. Easy as

could be that class." Ben nattered on for a while about how he was only taking easy

classes and if Mars knew what was what he should do that too. Mars rolled his eyes

and decided it was time to go to sleep. As he lay there in bed Mars sighed in

relaxation. Taking deep breaths he focused his mind and began to clear it. It was very

important that he use his Occlumency skills every night. He was almost asleep when he

heard a loud and insistent voice in his head.

Hurio Marcus ne Potter Lllewpiel.Her Royal HighnessQueen Areisthala

requests your presence. Eithyl un Diloyes. Mars groaned inwardly. Was he destined

to never sleep a full night again? Rising from his bed he listened closely to see if anyone

in his dorm was awake. Assured that all were soundly asleep, as he wished he could

be, Mars crept out of the dorm room whispering a quiet, Disillusio. Reaching out in his

mind he located Lark.

Lark, Areisthala calls! Time to wake up! Meet me outside your dorm by the

painting of Sir Cadogan. He waited anxiously for a reply. Getting none he shrugged

and made his way towards the Slytherin entrance. He wasn't supposed to know where

the Slytherin dorms were but he had learned more than a few of his dad's tricks. As he

walked to the entrance to Slytherin he saw a figure with bright blond hair on the sitting

on the floor. Puzzled he approached the figure. The person turned towards him as he

got closer to them. Mars gasped as he gazed into luminous silver eyes. The boy's eyes

were red rimmed and glassy as though he had been crying. Walking over to the boy he

laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok, Ian?" Surprise flashed across the boys face as he realized that Mars

knew his name. Ian shrugged.

"Perfectly fine, no need to worry." Mars rolled his eyes at the blatant lie and

plopped down next to the boy. They sat there in silence for a while, both shivering at

the draft in the hallway. Mars glanced at the boy next to him and waited for him to talk.

"So, I hear you and Lark tells are really close friends and all…" Mars remarked. Ian

turned to face him with a bitter smile gracing his handsome face.

"I'm sure she would refer to it as an advantageous business arrangement." Mars

looked at the boy in surprise. He knew that Lark really liked the boy and had even

tried to convince Mars of his finer points. It seemed Ian didn't know this.

"Why do you think that, Ian?" Ian chuckled darkly.

"Because, Malfoys do not have friends. We have acquaintances. There's no such

thing as friendship." Ian said the last part with such sadness that Mars gaped at him.

This Ian Malfoy was interesting to say the least. Silence reigned for several more

minutes between the boys. Soon enough the door to the Slytherin dorms opened and

Lark emerged with a scowl. Her face softened as she saw Ian sitting next to her

brother.

"Ian are you all right?" Ian offered her a small smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'll talk to you about it later. But for now I'm going to bed. It's

bloody freezing in this hall." Ian shivered as he brushed long blond hair out of his face

and stood up. Giving Lark a squeeze on the shoulder he moved to the dorm entrance.

Before he walked through he looked back at Mars a strange expression crossing his

face. Catching Mars' eye he gave a small nod and disappeared inside the dorm. After

he left Lark giggled at the expression on her brother's face. Rolling her eyes she

dragged her brother down the halls of Hogwarts.

"So what did the old bat want this time?" Lark asked with a grimace. She was

obviously still miffed at having been woken up.

"Lark, don't call her that! Do you want to land us in a heap of trouble? You know

very well she can hear you!" Mars glared at his twin. Lark grinned at that and drawled,

"Well, of course she can hear us. It's why I call her that." Mars threw up his hands

in exasperation. Shaking his head he followed Lark outside to the edge of Hogwarts.

"Who is picking us up tonight? I know she'll not let us transport ourselves." Lark

asked as she waved a delicate hand, quickly adorning herself in proper attire. Her

Hogwarts robes were transformed into a long white dress embroidered with silver and

gold cords. The dress clinched at the waist and flowed down her legs and across her

bust and shoulders. Concentrating she summoned her headpiece, a threaded mesh of

gold and silver metals. Flawless diamonds were connected to the back and the sides of

the metal headpiece. The strings of diamonds threaded down her back and through her

hair. With a satisfied smirk she put this finishing touch to her outfit, a silver sword with

a golden handle. Jewels adorned the sword and scabbard.

"I believe Lord Armon is escorting us. You know how much fun he is." Mars

replied with a roll of his eyes. He quickly waved his hand his clothes immediately falling

into place. From head to toe he was adorned in an iron mesh battle suit. Leather pads

were visible at his shoulders, along with leather straps crisscrossing across his

abdomen which connected to the quiver resting on his back. Hanging from his hips was

an iron belt with room for a sword and two daggers. The sword and daggers was iron

and heavy. As a finishing touch he summoned his headpiece, an iron and silver colored

crown. The headpiece was stark and plain. In the attire Mars looked every inch a

warrior. With flourish he whisked his sword from its scabbard. After a few practice

swipes he held it in front of him. Lark followed suit and crossed her sword with his.

With a feral growl they both called out, "Yen nu terien Lord Armon." The air swelled

with sparkling lights as the wind whipped around them.

A man of average height soon stood in place of the sparkling lights. His light blond

hair was pulled back into an intricate tail with braids. He wore a suit made entirely of

leather, and around his waist was a metal belt with a sword. He bowed deeply in front

of the twin, which they responded by slight inclines their heads. The man concentrated

briefly and the sparkling lights were around them once again. In a second or two they

were no longer on the grounds of Hogwarts. The sky was clearer and bluer. The grass

was more alive and green. And somehow even the air radiated with purity. Smiling

Lark and Mars looked at each other, and then as one turned towards the castle they

were now in front of. The castle was pure white and seemed to sparkle with energy

and power. The man with blond hair waved his hand toward the castle.

"Hurio and Huria Potter Lllewpiel, I welcome you again to Kingdom Titheyl.


Ian Malfoy walked confidently into the Slytherin common room. His head was held

high and his eyes cold and dead. If those eyes happened to be a bit red rimmed, well,

no one thought that it could have possibly been from crying. Malfoy's don't cry after

all. Pausing at his door Ian whispered several incantations and the door flew open.

Sighing deeply he flopped face down on his bed. In the back of his mind he mused that

his robes were getting wrinkled and that his mother would be displeased. He raised his

face from his pillow and flipped over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

As tears ran silently down his face his sadness faded into anger. He hated being a

Malfoy and always doing what was expected of him. Violently wiping the tears from

his face Ian's anger quickly grew. It was so unfair. Why did he have to live like this? A

sharp knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and forced him to halt throwing

breakables against his room wall. Angrily stalking towards the door he threw it open

rattling its hinges.

Ian scowled deeply at the girl standing in front of him. She was shorter than him but

was well built and shapely. She had long brown hair that was wound into a braid and

soft brown eyes. All in all she looked like a rather nice and calm girl. This however was

a façade and Ian knew it. Sneering he inclined his head at her.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Madeline?" The girl's face hardened

and her eyes grew sharp at the derision she heard in his voice. Regaining control she

straightened her features until they were once again innocent and coy.

"Well, Ian. I simply came to speak about our marriage contract. We need to set up

an engagement party soon I'd say as well. After all everyone expects it." Smirking at

him she laughed inwardly, and ran a perfectly manicured finger slowly down Ian's pale,

toned arm. Madeline knew that he didn't want to marry her any more than she wanted

to marry him. However, much she didn't want to marry him she did want a piece of

the Malfoy fortune. Even if he were to get rid of her after they married she would still

be entitled to half of his money and that was good enough for her.

Ian blanched at the mention of an engagement party but quickly hid it. His anger

once again coming to the surface he decided that he had had enough of Madeline's

bullshit at the moment. Swiftly grabbing a hold of the finger that trailed his arm he

gripped her hand in a vise like grip. "Currently, Miss. Bagnold, there is no written

marriage contract. You'd do well to remember that, especially if you do not wish any

unfortunate accidents to befall you." Ian snarled as he bent her fingers back from her

hand. Madeline forcefully stopped her self from wincing from the pain her hand was in.

Concentrating she wrenched her hand out of his and glared at him. Tossing her braid

over her shoulder and throwing her nose up in the air she commented,

"Threatening a lady, Ian? How terribly…common of you." With a secretive glance

she turned to leave. "I'll forgive you your idle threats Ian. After all you are correct.

There are no written contracts. Yet." With that last parting shot Madeline swept out of

Ian's door way and back to the girls' dorm. Ian flung his door close with a wave of his

hand. He could feel his anger build up in him. Anger at that gold digging bitch

Madeline, at his mother for being a truly evil woman and hateful mother. And finally

anger at his father for not standing up to his mother.

As it built inside him he could feel everything expanding outward. Through his red

haze of anger he could see that the walls themselves had expanded outwards.

Surprised Ian tried desperately to calm down. As his anger left him he could feel the

walls going back to their original place. With a frown he resolved to figure out why his

magic had reacted that way. After that sudden burst of magic, Ian found himself feeling

tired and drained and quickly sank into his bed. As he slowly drifted off to sleep Ian

promised himself that no matter what happened from now on, he would not be weak.

And with that last thought Ian fell into a deep sleep.