Okay, people, sorry for taking this long to upload. ^^' I actually had forgotten to update. BTW, I uploaded chapter 1-9 again because there were still many mistakes in them and Anna, my second beta, reappeared from wherever she was and corrected what errors remained. And well, I added a few paragraph to chapter 5 and 6, but it's not necessary to re-read them to continue understanding the story…
Thanks to Lexi and Anna for correcting my terrible grammar.
Chapter 10Colors filled the pale sky as the sun arose to its highest in the horizon. Marvelous sparkles like a kaleidoscope engulfed it, seeming to form a center on top of a large building in the form of a coliseum. There, flashes of light and fog concentrated and it appeared as thought thousands and thousands of butterflies had flown up and decided to show off their beauty. But if one dared to take a closer look, one would notice that those creatures up there were neither insects nor birds, they were dragons. And the building was the house where the High Council gathered in order to search for answers and to form decisions that would influence everyone's lives.
Today would be the time to speak of the fate that the council had decided on the ways of the Yorae…
The blond woman sat next to the empty seat of the Head of the Council. She fidget nervously with her hands in her robes straightening them. She watched with pale eyes as the Elders settled in the lower ranks near her, while the others took their assigned places in the room. Some remained at the top, settling in their dragon form on the walls looking down or speaking to one another.
She sighed, she hated it when it became her duty to answer to the clans when the High Counceler himself wasn't present. Waiting a while longer for the members to fill the room, she thought of what she could say to convince them to consider Draco's request for the Potter boy to remain in the mortal world a while longer. She did not know how far the boy was ready for the travel here, but from what she recalled the last time they had met a few years back, they boy had probably still no clue of his true heritage. But then again, when she had met the boy they had both not known of each other's true selves. Had she known that he was the Yorae, she would have stopped Lucius many times of trying to kill the child. Sighing again she realized that it didn't matter what she knew or didn't, neither did it matter whether she would have interfered. Surely Master Tom would have aided the boy in the last moment… Yet she could also not forget the countless times the Yorae God had tried to kill his young heir. Over the years she had come to the conclusion that the loss of the Yorae Dragon had been indeed a far greater loss than expected. Not only because it was thought for a long time that there was no leader nor successor left, but also because the Yorae God had disappeared the same night as well. The fact that Harry was not immediately recognized as the heir to the Visionary until he began using his magic at the age of two or three had been a difficult time. Master James' death, Tom's possible death and the loss of the heir in one and the same night had been a devastating blow for the Clans.
Tom's sudden return as Harry began to be taught in the arts of the wizarding world was a great relief just to be disrupted by the knowledge that James' energy and memories had become lost. The loss of his twin had driven the Yorae God to the brink of death to be accompanied with the inability to perform the Purification Ceremony that would return the used energy to the world, for this he lacked his brother's part. Instead the energy gathered on and on into himself, driving him into madness.
Her thoughts are brought back to the present as the Speaker announces that the meeting is ready to start. Taking a deep breath, calming herself she gets up to her feet. He long robes moving gently with the breeze around her as was expected of the representative of the Wind Clan. The heavy and old ornaments that were clipped in her hair and ears made soothing sound that harmonized with every step she took towards the center podium. She could feel the tingling of the painting on her face. It was tradition that in public interaction with other clans the eldest and wisest, as well as the high-ranking members of their society where marked by signs on their faces. Hers represented her clan and her age and her ranking as Great-Mother to the Wind Leader, but also she bore the mark of the mother of the current High Council. Finally reaching the center from where here voice would be echoed throughout the hall she took another deep breath before speaking.
"Honorable Members of the High Council, I am the Great-Mother of the Wind Clan and our honored Leader." Formalities had to be kept always.
Murmurs started at her words. It was expected, they wanted their leader not his mother to speak. But her son remained still in the human world, and his current position at Hogwarts would not allow him to just drop by.
"I have come to speak to you in the High Council's name." She paused shortly. "He has heard your request to bring the Young Yorae back to our society and introduce him to the teachings of the Visionary. Yet he asks of you to reconsider your words. " Again she paused allowing them a moment to prepare for her coming words. "The Young Yorae has not yet entered Seasoning, his powers are still dormant and it would be of great risk to his life to force him to attend the Journey to our lands."
"We made our decision knowing the risk!" a man spoke from the upper rows, she did not recognize him. "The majority of the council decided for this action."
"I do understand what you are saying but-"
Others interrupted her, protesting against the High Council's way of treating the situation. They pointed out his absence and his neglecting of his duty for the last 16 years, only returning briefly now and then. She had feared they would say this and she had warned Draco about this.
"Great-Mother Narcissa, do you speak only in our honored Leader's name or has the Yorae God voiced his doubts about our decision as well?"
She looked up to the source of the voice thanking her friend mentally. It was the Great-Mother of the Fire Leaders. Narcissa knew that Fred and George were still at Hogwarts over staying their time.
"The Yorae God has no saying in this matter!" someone called out and others joined his protest.
She sighed, every time the council came to discuss the situation of the Yorae they would end up arguing themselves to annoyance. The members were divided on their opinion to Master Tom, because he could not be considered part of them lacking James' energy and memories. He was seen as a God, and Gods and Dragons were not to interfere with each other's policies or decisions for the world. The only exception to this rule was the Yorae Clan as long as their leader were united by being both alive or by their essences becoming one.
Suddenly there was a burst of light coming from the front rows. The coliseum silenced immediately. There was only one who dared to catch their attention like this. Okay, normally there were others, but he was the one known for it. An older man stood up slowly, the sound of his walking stick clicking on the marble floor as he moved towards Narcissa. She bowed respectfully before her elder and allowed him to take stand in the center where she had spoken. His face was marked by a scar over his left eye, his black-gray hair contrasted to his dark green robes and the ornaments on his ears classified him as one of the highest ranks, his words were sometimes higher seen as that of the High Council even after he had retired many centuries ago. A scowl formed on his face as he crossed his arms standing proudly as any young one, his dark green eyes sparkling annoyance and the power they all knew he beheld.
"You all should better keep quite! Most of you have not even been once in the human world and neither do you know of the difficulties that you have to face there. How can you accuse Master Draco of neglecting his duty, how dare you accuse the Yorae LEADER of not thinking about all our well-beings?!!" his voice was a dangerous hiss that made Narcissa shudder and she could see she was not the only one, many lowered their gaze ashamed, some flinched at the words the old man said.
"What are you? Children?! If Master Draco has asked the Great-Mother of the Wind Clan to come before us to tell us his request, he must have a reason! Now let her speak and listen well, before you dare interrupt her. Behave the age you are and do not act like a mortal man would. We are supposed to be wise compared to them. Yet when I sit here and watch your display I wonder truly if we are not just the same as them!!" His voice was harsh and Narcissa chuckled slightly. He always reminded her of someone…
He nodded for her to take her earlier place. She bowed again before him thanking him before addressing the council once more. "As I wanted to inform you earlier the Young Yorae is very sick, he has been infected with a ancient human virus."
They stared at her.
She smiled weakly. "Well, actually, I must confess that he is not the only one affected by this… Our current Yorae Leader was also weakened greatly by this illness and he has just recently started to recover. Our honored Leader fears that the journey here might cause death to the young heir of the Yorae, therefore he asked me to request of you to reconsider your decision. Once the Yorae is in a state to take the journey the High Council would see it himself that the child is brought to us." She lowered her head. "But we will of course follow the council's final word." Taking a step back, she turned and walked back to her seat, her eyes wandering to the older man as he nodded to her confidently and left the gathering through an exit nearby. She sighed. Now she just had to wait.
The Speaker of the Council, a tall woman of the Old Clans stepped onto the podium. "The High Council will rethink their decision and we shall gather again tomorrow at the same time. Although I personally believe that it is clear that we cannot risk the loss of another Yorae!" She gave Narcissa a reassuring smile who received it welcoming.
She made also her way out through the small exit hoping to find the old man and thank him properly.
"Great-Mother Narcissa! Wait!"
She turned blinking around.
"Great-Mother Ann, what can I do for you?" she asked a little surprised.
The red-haired woman sighed. "Are you returning to the human world?"
Narcissa nodded.
"Then I must ask you to contact my sons that the Fire Family requires their presence back. My sons have stayed too long already and we really need at least one of them back. "Ann sighed. "Besides those two are so troublesome, they might end up interfering with Master Draco's plan."
"I do not think my son finds it disturbing in any way that your sons are there, but I will tell them nonetheless."
Ann sighed. "And send them my greeting, I do pity the poor mortal who had to bear with them so long."
Laughter escaped Narcissa. "Dear, do not worry, that woman has enough children to worry about, two less wouldn't have made a big difference."
Ann narrowed her gray-green eyes. "You'd think! I know my family, Great-Mother Narcissa, and you know were are famous for being tricksters."
She laid a hand on the red-haired woman's shoulder. "Trust me, they have live up well to that." She smiled as the other sighed again. "Now, if you would excuse me, I have to return. My mortal husband might wonder where I went to."
"He doesn't know about you, does he?"
Narcissa shook her head. "No, it will remain my secret and my son's to keep. Fare well, Great-Mother."
They both bowed and left their respective ways.
Narcissa stepped to the gates that would open a path to the human world. She had gone home to their clan her servants helping her out of the formal robes and cleaning her face. Here she was simply Narcissa again. Not the mother of a clan leader, not titles to be use, no formal way of speaking to follow. The only mark that remained, was the one underneath her right ear that showed classified her as taken wife and mother, but that, she would hide once she was back in the wizarding world.
Now she stood in her witches robes, her wand under her sleeve, gathering her energy to open the gate and allow her to pass to the Sanctuary that was in underneath London. She lifted her arms concentrating on her destination, letting the energy path guide her to where she wanted to end up.
"You are already leaving, Great-Mother Narcissa?"
She startled out of her trance loosing concentration. She spun around to face the man that had aided her earlier. "Master Salazar?"
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Green eyes starred dazed at him, the body ached against his as he let his hand wander over the smooth skin. He could feel the young one underneath him responded to his every move. His face was caught and pulled down to kiss, to share the moment. Warm and heavy breathing caressed his cheek as they were but inches from each other. Those eyes seemed to gaze in a blurry hunger up to him. It seemed wrong and yet he couldn't stop himself from continuing. He wanted this so badly. It was his to take, his to make. He knew it therefore he would not stop. He couldn't stop. Something was driving him to this, and he could feel that there was no choice fighting this yearning and longing that flared up in him.
His mind was fuzzy and he didn't believe he could think clearly. There were scents in the room that drugged his mind, exotic as the flowers of the jungle. Hands undressed him, lips kissing him, licking his face now. Those dazed eyes closed from his view. But he could still feel the roaming of the hands caressing him tenderly, almost lovingly.
He kissed back as a hand moved to close his eyes. He went lower, sucking lightly at a nipple receiving a groan as an answer. He passed his hands through the tousled hair hearing like in a dream as soft laughter. And looking up at the young one's face he saw teeth as a wolf's for a moment before they were gone again.
Tracing kisses with his lips over the body, he went lower and lower. The one underneath screamed in ecstasy seemingly unconscious of doing such. And then he retreated resting against the young one, their heat and heartbeat humming in unison almost harmonic. Leaning slightly back the green eyes were locked to him, a caring smile on the young one's face before it leaned forward demanding more kissing.
And pleadingly he heard the others voice. "Don't leave me… Never leave me…"
He kissed the neck slightly as fingers pushed through his longer hair. His thumbs caressing the other's nipples sucking carefully on the skin here and there. A hand moved between his legs stroking him, barely enough to make him know the touch. It was like a fire burning within him, stronger than he had ever felt. Again lips met and they found themselves engulfed in ecstasy again and again and again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Madam Pomfrey glared angrily at all of them. After they had landed all over her infirmary, squashing some furniture and scaring her almost to death, she had tugged them all into beds and examined them. She hadn't been very surprised to find out that the twins were dragons as Dumbledore and the others had expected her to be. She took it lightly shrugging and saying that she already knew that or did they expect her to be a medi-witch and not understand her patients from a to z.
Draco remained unconscious although his appearance had altered and there laid now a woman with long ears in the boy's bed. Also neither Severus nor Harry had awoken yet. Harry lay on his stomach, his back had been covered in blood. There were two equally large and probably deep wounds going straight from his shoulder-blade about 15 centimeters down his back. Sirius had been alarmed and Madam Pomfrey had to cast a spell for him to remain tied down to his bed until she decided otherwise. Closing the boy's curtains she had attended his wound and bandaged them.
McGonagall sat in her bed watching, as Remus quietly seemed to gather all the earlier information and tried to process it. Dumbledore had fallen asleep, exhausted, in his. Fred and George were the only ones allowed out of their bed. They stood next to Snape and walked around the back nervously not daring to come too close. Finally Madam Pomfrey came closer to the twins.
"His energy is out of order, it seems to me that it is searching for something to stable it," she said as she took the Potion Master's wrist into her hand and checked the pulse.
"That's strange, he should be alright. Harry supported him all the way." George said shocking his head confused.
Fred nodded in agreement as he let his wings vanish like his brother had done earlier and returned to his complete human appearance. " He should be awake as the rest of us are."
The medi-witch crossed thoughtfully her arms as she snapped her fingers and the curtains around them closed them off the rest. "You don't happen to know what happened to young Potter's back."
"I think he hadn't had spread his wings yet and we asked of him to fly long distance and to carry a heavy weight," Fred said, guiltily lowering his head.
She sighed. "I thought so…" She stepped closer to the bed. "But what interest me more is what you have to say to this." She pushed Severus' eyelid up revealing a blue eye in slit form. "I know he is no dragon, I can tell, so what exactly caused this?!"
The twins gaped with wide eyes at her. They looked perplexed at Madam Pomfrey.
"We have no idea." George finally answered for both of them.
Suddenly Fred leaned over Severus, narrowing his eyes at her. "Wait, how can you know he is no dragon?"
She smiled tiredly. "I'm half-god, I usually can tell dragons apart from humans. I was there when Severus was born, he's no dragon."
George raised an eyebrow. "And a god?"
She shook her head.
"Somehow this is all getting out of hand…" Fred bit down on his thumb. "I'm going to see Tom. We can't handle this with Draco and Harry being out."
Madam Pomfrey held Fred back from leaving. "Tom?"
"The Yorae God, he's here in the human world… He's the only one who can help us right now." He explained before leaving.
She passed a hand through her hair. "I have a bad feeling…" she whispered unaware of George's curious glance at her.
Severus moved in his bed his breathing starting to come in short gasps. His body tensed. Madam Pomfrey reached out, but this time a blur of energy flashed around the man causing her to stumble back into the curtains surprised. His lips parted and he seemed to want to say something, but no sound came out but a low moan.
George scowled unbelievingly. "Is he having some kind of sexual dream?!"
Madam Pomfrey slapped him over the head. "Get out Mr. Weasley! Out! Now!"
"Okay, okay, no need to get angry." He hushed out as she followed him. She turned once more around casting a silencing charm and closing the Potion Master off the others. Right now, there wasn't much she could do to help him, if his energy was in such disorder that it held others away from touching him.
But she remembered a similar situation. Years back when… When…
She leaned her head to the side. Somehow she couldn't grasp on to that memory, it was like someone was always taking it farther and farther away from her. She sighed deeply. The memory would eventually come back to her if it was important.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"And the world has sunk in depth
And it fell upon the bed
Rolling of my sheets
Hitting on my feet
Crashing on the ground
I marveled just the sound
Picking up the shar-"
"James! SHUT UP!!" the young woman cried out annoyed as she glared up from her papers laying across the library desk. "SHUT UP!! I don't want to hear you make up or sing anything else!!" She threw her astronomy book at him, which he evaded easily. "For the last 46 minutes since you have stepped over that balcony into my private library you have done nothing but sing annoying children songs or make absolutely stupid ones up! I'm working for crying out loud!!"
The dark haired young man grinned amused. "If you would just answer my question Drake, I would have already left."
The blond girl trembled furiously. "YOU!!! YOU!!! ARGH!!!" she threw everything from her table to the ground. "I HATE YOU!!" With this she stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her hearing still the other's concerned voice as he called her back. She cried quietly. She would not give in to him. Never give in to that bastard!! Never!!
She slid down to the ground pulling her legs close to her chest, crying and rocking slowly back and forth. Who did that stupid Dragon think he was?! Just because he was a Yorae didn't mean he could get away with anything he wanted. No he would not get away with kissing her. No way!! She'll rather die first!!
An arm came around her and pulled her close. The body next to her smelled of vanilla and strawberry. She snuggled close to her brother. He was the only one who smelled like that. She had made the essence especially for him.
"Are you ready to talk now?"
Her head snapped up and she starred shocked into a pair of blue eye.
"Ja… James?!!" she tried to struggled free of his hold, but he held her close. "Let go!!"
"No, we have to talk Drake!" he exclaimed.
"No way I'm ever coming near you again! You perverted half-breed!!" she screamed annoyed and angry.
He suddenly let go off her. "Is that it? Why you hate me? Because I'm not pure dragon?" he asked hurt.
"Yes! I loath you!! Loath you with all my heart!!" she cried tears streaming out of her eyes. "Get out!! I never want to see you again!! I will quit being a Yorae Priestess!! So do not ever come here again. Never again, you hear me!!!" with this she got up to her feet running away and jumping out of the nearest window transforming into a dragon and getting out of the city as fast as possibly.
Draco awoke tiredly. It had been years since he had last dreamed of James, better yet, years since he had dreamed his sister's memories. He sat up abruptly, glancing around. He was in the infirmary, it was already dark outside and his arm hurt. He looked down at him blushing as he notice the tightness of his shirt around his chest. He was truly in Drake's body. He shuddered, that was so strange! Taking a quick look around that there was no one seeing he stretched his arms up over his head and altered the body to what it should look like to him. A man in his late 20 early thirty. Afterwards he would have to cast a youth spell on himself to start looking like 16 again. Sleepily he leaned back into the bed. What had happened? He couldn't recall, but Drake taking over and then there was the fuzzy memory of talking to other people…
His head ached. Maybe he should sleep a while longer. He succumbed once more into dreamland.
From the shadow a figure watched him. Ruby eye glancing hurt at the man in the bed. Time was running out and Harry still had not awoken. And neither had the remaining powers of the Yorae Dragon, they remained in their dormant form. For how much longer… War was already about to start. He had overdone his outburst of energy on the Death Eaters. How many of them remained still in their clear mind? How many had not turned into dark slaves? What was going to happen?