8 years later…

13 year old Harry sat on a hill, his waist length braids being tossed in the wind. The 12 other lords and ladies had

been exceptionally persistent this year. Harry sighed, he knew he couldn't put it off much longer eventually he

would have to go and leave fairyland. Not even a lord could deny a prophecy. But facts didn't make it any easier to

return to the god awful place called Earth. It was times like these he wished he had never been recognized as a

lord. He might have spent his entire life ignorant of the prophecies and obligations he was suppose to fulfill. He

could hardly change that now; he looked at his hand, like the rest of him it bore the ancient markings had been

'blessed' with.

(A/N Cue cliché flash back music) It was a year after his caretaker had died; 7 year old Harry and his brother Zeke

were living on the street, without a care in the world. They grew there own food, and lived with out worry. Zeke

had finally convinced Harry to go to one of the birthing fairs that took place every new sun. Harry had always

hated crowds. He suddenly caught the eyes of the local lord, he tried to look away but was frozen solid, a light

begun to engulf him. He let out a scream as the ancient ruins seemed to carve themselves into his arms. Blood

poured from the wounds as they turned an ink like black. The last thing he remembered before passing out was

Zeke cringing and murmuring 'ouch'.

He so desperately wanted to go back before that day, before he knew about prophecies or wizards. He gave

another heartfelt sigh. "Oh stop pouting bitch" Harry didn't even bother to look up as he flipped Zeke off. The half

demon smirked, "Oh come on pet, don't be mean. Now if you're done being all emo on me, let's get back to the…"

Zeke took a moment to yank off the gag that suddenly appeared. Harry hardly needed to go to school to learn

magic after all. "Now honey, we have no time to get all kinky! We have to pack still, today is the day; we get to go

meet the little witches. Oh my, I can't wait to try out their 'brooms'" Zeke gave the suggestive look he'd been using

Since he heard about the wizard tradition to ride long hard sticks. Harry thanked god he hadn't let learned of

wands. He gave another sigh before standing up. Slowly and gracefully he transformed, his eyes grew cold, his

face blank and he stood proud and straight, using the lessons the elder lords gave him. He was the very image of

an ice prince, until Zeke jumped on his back, wrapping his long legs around Harry. Harry cast one last desperate

look at his home before going inside.

A/N Uh…yeah I have like two more chapters written, both about this size. Sorry for it being so short but I am kinda trying to postpone posting this until I can get a beta or something, but I couldn't wait so, though this probably sucks arse big time, here it is. Ohh and just wanted to make one thing clear Harry/Zeke is not the main pairing or nothing, they are what we call 'friends with benefits'. They will hopefully –if I get that far- date other people….uh yeah.. thnx 4 reading