The next night, Harry trekked to the wardroom at exactly seven thirty. He started the simple ritual to lift the wards off the cottage. At 7:59, the ritual finished and the wards were taken down. One minute after, a loud splash was heard from the nearby beach.
Running from the lower levels of the cottage, Harry reached the shore in record time.
A young man lay in a heap. The waves lapping at his feet. From the light of the setting sun, Harry could see dark hair and pale skin. The man looked quite a lot like Harry. Except for one really big difference. This man had wings! Large black wings! They seemed to be wrapped protectively around the mysterious man who was unconscious on the beach. One wing though was bent at an odd angle.
Stepping away from the body, Harry called for Freya. As she appeared, her face went from happy to grief. 'She must know who he is!' Harry realized. Before he could ask, Freya called for Zazzy. "You are to take him and heal him the best you can. Notify us when you have finished."
It had taken nearly two hours to stabilize the man's condition. Harry wrote a note to the man before leaving for bed. The note read, My name is Hali Agalope. Currently, you are residing in my cottage. Freya has notified me of your inheritance and I welcome you to stay as family. You have free reign of the house. I just ask that you stay out of any rooms with shut doors. Hopefully, I will meet you in the morning. If I do not, feel free to call Zazzy or Shia, the house-elves that care for me and this house.
The next morning came with letters of acceptance from both the Flamels and Robert Hillard for meetings.
Harry followed his usual morning ritual. Heading to breakfast in a light blue tunic and black dress pants, his hair tied in a bun with his holly wand holding it up, the aspen and silver one in a holster on his forearm.
The man woke as Harry finished his breakfast. His wings shifted. He froze and winced in pain.
"Careful, you broke it pretty badly," Harry spoke up after watching the man try to move his wings once more.
The man looked up quickly, shifting his gaze from the unopened note beside his bed, wincing once again with the sudden movement. "I left that note in case of emergency. I'm Hali. My house-elves and I tried our best but your left wing is completely shattered. You are welcome to stay as long as you need to heal. My mentor Freya, informed me of our similar inheritances. Now, can I ask for your name?"
"Oh... um… I'm Castiel of the Aera clan."
"Thanks, Castiel, would you like anything to eat?"
"I wouldn't mind a cup of tea, and maybe an apple or some type of fruit."
"No problem" After getting Castiel his food, he began to tell his tale between bites of his apple.
"I was born into the clan, the last of the pure winged sirens. Now there is only Veela. Once I reached maturity, which was my seventeenth birthday, my wings grew in along with some heightened senses. When I was nineteen, I met my partner, Dean. Our bond officially formed on our wedding night. It truly bonded us in life and death. A few years later, our clan was invaded and only Dean and I survived. However, they were hit by a slow-action spell. It slowly killed him. Slow enough that I barely felt it through our bond until it was too late to do anything about it. I flew, trying to find a way to heal him but nothing worked. That was twenty-nine days ago. If a month or more goes by without replenishing the bond, I will start to die. With my wing in the condition, it's in, I will most likely die before sunrise tomorrow."
Harry was at a loss. He was having flashbacks to the day years ago when he met Vivianna. He was too young to really process what was happening as it did. 'Should he comfort him?' 'What should he do?' he didn't know anything about this type of thing! He was terrible with people!
"Does your clan do anything in circumstances like this?"
"We would send them to the cliff side and bury them in the sea."
"Would you like to do that?"
"If you wouldn't mind. This cottage called to my siren instincts and there is a cliff that a clan from many years ago used nearby.
The two of them talked for quite a while longer before Harry had to leave for a meeting with Gringotts.
After donning his Lordship robes (specifically designed for important meetings and appearances) he lifted the hood and flooed to Diagon Ally.
He met with Zutuk, the two of them having built a close friendly relationship over the years. "I have researched the matter that you brought up at our last meeting. You are correct in saying that your godfather Sirius Black did not have a trial. Now, as his heir, you can demand a trial. If they do not give him one within your allotted time, they are required to give the lordship to you. This will give you more power with your known lordships. As you will become Lord of one of the oldest European wizarding families."
"I would like to set the time as one fortnight after the notice is received. This should allow me to prepare for his return to the wizarding world and provide him with all necessary care." Once that matter was set, keeping Harry's name out of the notice to the Ministry, Harry brought up another matter.
Starcaster manor. One of the oldest family manors in Europe.
The old family magicks kept it in prime condition. The entry was large with paintings of the Peverell ancestors lining the walls. The ceiling was part of what gave this manor its name. The ceiling was painted to look like a galaxy. Every few minutes, a star would shoot across it. The purples, blues, pinks, yellows, blacks, and whites blended together, swirling almost like a DaVinci painting. The uppermost level of the manor had rooms for stargazing that were magically set to keep warm. The floor of most of the manor was a silver-blue. There was a secret room that held only three books. The journals of the last lords of the family. These books held the secrets of the Deathly Hallows and the magicks that came with them.
The meeting with the Flamels would take place in the upper stargazing garden. That room held many rare flowers and held a peaceful atmosphere.
The sun had already set, so Harry had to return home.
Castiel was not doing well. His wings were losing feathers and his face was becoming paler, his eyes we glossy and seemed to stare at nothing. It looked like he hadn't moved from where Harry left him that afternoon.
"Come on, its time to go."
Castiel's glazed eyes looked up hopefully, "Dean? You're back? I missed you so much!"
Harry's heart broke, "Castiel, it's me, Harry."
Tears began to form for both of them, "Oh, right."
"Let's go." Castiel let himself be held by Harry as he mist- traveled to the nearby cliff.
Once reaching there, Harry placed him at the edge. Close enough to feel the updraft but not at danger of falling off. Harry turned, giving the man that he had only known for only a day have privacy in his final moments. As the moon rose to its highest point, Castiel took his final breath.
Harry grabbed the limp body, tears began to spill from his eyes. 'Why was it that everyone that he was related to have to die or be terrible and abusive?' 'Why couldn't he have a happy family for once?' 'Why', 'Why', 'Why'. He finally reached the water and waded in until it rose to his waist. Splitting the water, Harry placed Castiel onto the sand. He began to sing a Siren song that he had learned, " Hear my voice beneath the sea Sleeping now so peacefully At the bottom of the sea Sleep for all eternity-" He stopped, tears clouding this eyes and blocking this throat. The sun was giving off its first light as he headed back to the cottage, tears trekking down his cheeks.
The song Harry was singing at the end will be on my profile page
I hope you guys liked the Supernatural reference. I hope to write a crossover once I catch up, I'm like 3 seasons behind.
The updates for this should be coming about once or twice a month.
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