Disclaimer- While the plot is mine, the characters are not… I'm just playing with them.
A/N- Chapter 4 is last of the old material and carrier of even more notes…
At this point I must also admit that mythology rarely makes sense.
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Chapter 4
It took only twelve minutes for the Wybir pup to make the trek from the training field to Snape's chambers inside his lord's castle but before Harry could slip inside his asgre's room, he was grabbed from behind by a tall pale man with dark hair and lone eye. The strange man radiated power and possessed a gruesome looking scar across the left side of his face, half hidden under the long thick hair and beard. Harry also thought that he looked a bit like Snape.
"You sent for a puppy, Uncle?" The stranger demanded, directed to the fact that they were not alone.
"Now, now," Arawn's voice drew them both inside, "you should know better than to get between your son and his asgre, Bren. Put the pup down so he can get to work."
"Asgre?" the man asked, releasing the Wybir so he could take human form while Harry had protested simultaneously with, "Son?!" The twin protests had Arawn grace them both with an amused look that had the pair staring at each other in disbelief.
"The specialist has arrived then?" Harry then asked.
"He's just waiting for us to finish up before he can start," Harry heard Cneasaigh say. Cneasaigh was working on easing the worst of Snape's seizures that must have triggered during his absence. Harry knew that his presence comforted the injured iompróir and jumped onto the bed, delighted as the seizures stopped and the semi-conscious man instinctively wrapped his arms around his pet. Harry merely sighed, trying to get as comfortable as possible before looking back towards the adults for answers.
"What happened?" The stranger asked of the Faerie healer to which the Wybir also wanted answers for. He wanted to know what more he could do to help out. Cneasaigh was a tiny man whom reminded the teen of a darker, younger version of his Charms Professor. Gwynnwy had informed him shortly after his first meeting with Cneasaigh that the stocky healer was one of the Hobmen, a furry goblin relative that freely took on some duties preformed usually by house-elves.
Cneasaigh sighed, "The young master's healing is going slow. Some of the spell damage is old and is resisting treatment. He won't recover until the dark taint is removed, my lords."
"How much is left to cleanse?" The man his lord called Bren, inquired.
"Just this, milord Wotan," the Hobman said, revealing Voldemort's Dark Mark on his left arm. "A nasty piece of work that is."
"What is that?" Wotan inquired, staring unnerved at the tattoo.
"The work of a madman," Harry said from his comfy spot in his beloved's arms and gently nuzzled in the man in hopes of rousing him entirely. He still didn't trust the stranger the others called Wotan, but they trusted him enough for him to relax his guard somewhat.
"Ah, yes," Arawn understood, "the one that would be seeing Diablo soon."
"Will you be sending out the Dorcha then?" Wotan asked, curious.
"Not this time," Arawn shook his head, "The Wybir pack has claimed this prey for themselves. They are just waiting for the Prince's recovery before deciding when to start the Hunt."
Wotan gave a cruel grin in response, one that reminded Harry a bit of Snape, "So you will leave their fate to the hounds then? Do you want the assistance of my Mannau as well then?"
"It may not be necessary," Arawn's smirk was as cruel as he said, "Given what I heard Taoiseach planning, it sounds like they may let the pups here loose on them."
Harry's eyes widened at that news as Wotan repeated disbelieving, "They're intend to set a Surma pup loose in the Mortal World?" Harry didn't know what to think about that news. There were two Surma pups here at the moment, a boy and a girl. Both coal-black serpentine puppies were as powerful as an elephant and as deadly as a basilisk although they were no bigger than most of the other hellhound puppies present.
Arawn said, "No, I will not the Surma or the black Cadejo to participate, although they did mention something about recruiting the Werewolf tribes for this venture."
"They want to use a combination strike between hellhounds and werewolves?" Wotan asked teasingly, "When's the next full moon?"
"As the last one just passed, the next is the 8th of October," Arawn answered, "A Saturday."
"You both are insane," a soft voice from Harry's left remarked, alerting the three men that Snape was awake. Cneasaigh scurried over to the bedside to once again check on the weakened man while the two came over at a more leisurely pace.
"Finally," Harry remarked, relieved.
Snape ignored him to ask Cneasaigh, "You said something about treatment?"
"Ah," the Hobman remarked, understanding, "you mean the purging."
"Yes, that," Snape retorted feeling as if he was speaking with a very small child. "What exactly will that entail?"
Cneasaigh gave him a sad smile before answering, "Sorry, can't tell you that. It's something you need to work out with your asgre."
"My what?" Snape asked then followed the Hobman's gaze to a bewildered Harry. "Potter? Why him?"
Cneasaigh shrugged before saying, "He's the purifier, not me. Besides, the pup's core is more compatible to yours than any other I have ever seen."
'Uh oh,' Harry thought, fearing his asgre's wrath, but the half-blood's attention had already turned to the other men in the room.
"I'd never thought that I would ever see your face again," Snape said to the stranger with a slight sneer on his face. "Your womanizing finally caught up with you, Father? Or have the dogs kept you busy? After all, it has not escaped my notice that Ælwyd is the hellhounds' training grounds."
"Severus-" Wotan weakly protested as a grim Arawn and Cneasaigh along with a stunned Harry quietly watched the tense interaction between the pair. Harry looked toward the two Fae and realized that had no intention of stepping in what would be the start of a very heated argument that had been brewing for years. Not wanting to watch any more, the young Wybir proceeded to bury himself deeper into his master's embrace.
Snape was still ignoring Harry in favor of the other man, "Don't Severus me, old man! You have some nerve thinking you'd get a warm welcome after abandoning Mother and I to the whims of an abusive Muggle. Then again, half-bloods like me never did mean much to you and your kind now did it?"
'Half-blood?' Harry silently wondered. 'Was he born from a union between a Fae and a mortal woman?' He did not like the sounds of that. Arawn had already shaken his head and after a spoken word to Cneasaigh, left the room. After a wary look at the trio and a hesitant decision, the hobman proceeded to follow Arawn out.
"That's not-," Wotan tried again and was cut off.
Snape was not through venting. If anything, his quiet rage was building and with it was Harry's fear for his asgre's health, "You knew her magic couldn't protect us from the likes of him and you still left! We were defenseless thanks to you."
"What about your mother's relatives?" Wotan asked softly.
"What about them? " Snape merely snorted, "Eileen Snape née Prince was disowned for marrying a Muggle. Princes don't help blood-traitors. Her family is well established in their beliefs of blood purity and she had disobeyed, after all. Of course, it might have been different had she swallowed her pride and admitted that her son wasn't the scion of a Muggle, but by then she had taken every step she could think of to ensure that her husband didn't learn of her time with another man.
"'Father' could barely tolerate the fact that we had magic. How do you think he would have reacted to finding out that his wife had an affair… with someone that wasn't even human?!"
'So not a Muggle but a pure-blood witch?' Harry realized in disbelief.
"Severus, for what it is worth, I am sorry I wasn't there to look after you both," Wotan whispered, earning himself a disbelieving snort in response to the apology. "Please believe me when I say that you were safer in the Mortal World than you would have been with me."
"Excuses, excuses," Snape sarcastically retorted. "More like you forgot about us. How many children do you have now from women not your wife?" This earned him a mild glare from his father. "Why are you here anyway?"
"I care about all of my children," Wotan retorted, "Even the disrespectful ones like you."
"Don't lie to me," Snape retorts, "Our common blood had nothing to do with it. The only reason you're here now is because the Mannau pups need training. You probably wouldn't be here at all if Uncle hadn't told you that the house-elves found a stray Wybir pup and a half-blood Fae bearing the sigma of an ill-treated iompróir. Yes, I am perfectly aware of what my blood-status means to the Shee- Uncle told me, so unlike Potter, I'm only here in Annwn on a technicality."
"Severus," Wotan protested, "Don't be ridiculous."
"Not this argument again," Snape groaned in frustration and Harry took that as a sign that his asgre no longer desired company. Returning to canine form, he gracefully jumped off the bed before growling at the man that had angered his asgre.
Snape needed his rest and would not get that with the irritant present.
The man had to leave now.
"Severus," Wotan began to say then noticed the movements of the Wybir and was surprised to see the teeth of the growling pup. Hellhounds rarely barked as their barks tended to be instant death to those mortals unfortunate enough to hear them and even the sound of their growls could be misleading. The body language between the mortal and faerie canine breeds remained unchanged and Wotan had seen the pup's particular stance enough times with his own hounds to know what exactly what it meant.
He intended to attack.
"Severus, call him off now," he demanded, getting his son's full attention.
Snape took a moment's look at the situation in front of him before the confusion on his face upgraded to a bemused smirk. "No, Father, I don't believe I will," he then said smugly, ignoring the bewildered glare Wotan sent his way. "He obviously doesn't want you here and I find myself growing bored of this conversation. I believe you know the way out."
"My son, you have grown cold," Wotan told him before turning to go.
Snape's retort stopped him in his tracks momentarily, "After the nightmare that has been my life, you actually expect me to be anything else? How very presumptuous of you, Father."
"Your life will remain desolate if you continue to refuse to let others in," Wotan warned him grimly before leaving.
"Who ever said I would remain alone?" Snape retorts softly to the ceiling, before turning his attention to the now docile pup. "Potter, what exactly was that healer talking about when he mentioned my 'treatment'?"
Harry decided that this conversation would be best taken place on his asgre's bed and returned there after returning to his human form. He sighed as he attempted to figure out how to best explain it without the older man exploding.
"Well?"
Swallowing his pride and bracing for the tongue-lashing he knew was sure to follow, Harry reluctantly began, "Cneasaigh thinks that… uh…?"
"Get on with it!"
'Patience's another thing my asgre isn't known for,' Harry thought warily as he used their past resentment of each other as the last push he needed in order to blurt out, "I've been chosen to give you a total cleansing!"
"I guessed that much," Snape retorts then noticed the boy's hesitance, and demanded, "So what exactly does this cleansing entail?"
"I need to purify your core first," Harry reluctantly admitted, "before I can do anything else."
"Clean my core?" Snape skeptically repeated before exclaiming, "Are you telling me that you didn't do that when you had my soul-stone?"
"It doesn't work that way!" Harry protested, flushing in embarrassment then started fidgeting when he noticed Snape's amusement. "Um…"
"Now what?" Snape asked, torn between amusement and exasperation at his pet's discomfort as part of him wondered what had set the boy off now.
"You threatened to geld me if I tried anything," Harry timidly concluded.
Snape sat up straight in shock before hissing out, "What are you bringing that up for?" Harry didn't respond but he didn't need to. His deepening blush had more that answered Snape's question. "My energy affects your libido that much?" Harry timidly nodded at his inquiry.
"Merlin, spare us from adolescent hormones."
"Sorry sir," Harry stammered out, resisting the urge to hide or die from embarrassment.
Snape looked at the teen while in thought before asking, "Why exactly was that particular treatment chosen? In fact, why is treatment needed at all?"
Harry sighed in relief. This he could answer without hesitation or further embarrassment, "The taint from the spells you've been hit with over the years are slowing down your core's healing process and without it at top shape, the rest of you won't heal well either. All of our other attempts at cleaning it proved ineffective on the older and stronger curse damage and my presence with your soul-stone had already erased the rest of it."
Snape took this information from a researcher's point of view and asked, "So what is slowing it down that refused to be cleansed?"
"Voldemort's Death Mark," Harry answered reluctantly. "It's like a parasite. It's latched onto both your flesh and core and will need to be removed before any more healing can begin."
Snape bit back on a curse as he realized how much more his rash mistake would cost him. He never even considered what effect it would have on his physical and mental health. It was no sweet irony that the one to hold the keys to his redemption lay in the hands of the son of his worst enemy and dearest friend.
It was to Lily he would look to now in hopes of seeing the enigma that both desired and hated him who stood before him.
He was really going to have to find out what an asgre was.
"I see. Do as you must," Snape decided warily, wondering what exactly he was getting himself into. It wouldn't be any worse than what the Headmaster and Dark Lord had put him through over the years and given the hints of a sexual nature, he might even enjoy himself.
Fae were, after all, well known for being wanton by nature and after recent events, the rules could be damned for all he cared. The squeak that had escaped from the pup that launched himself at his owner made Snape softly chuckle at their new roles in things. He could live with this just fine.
Perhaps Potter wasn't as bad as he thought he was.
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"That's it! I had it! No more books! No more studying!" Ron snarled as he threw the book he was reading across the Gryffindor Common Room in a bout of frustration before getting up. He ignored the shocked stares from his fellow Gryffindors and a glare from Hermione regarding the treatment of her book before she realized that he was leaving.
"Ronald Weasley, where do you think you are going?' Hermione demanded, going after him.
"Out!" Ron answered, turning to glare at her. "I'm worried about Harry too, but there are better ways of doing this… ways that actually feel like I'm accomplishing something!'
Hermione gave him a skeptical look before asking, "And how do you plan on doing that?"
"I don't know…," Ron said sarcastically. "Ask Hagrid what he knows or maybe owl Snuffles and Moony and see what they know?"
Hermione's eyes lit up in delight and she quickly bypassed him, "Ron, you're a genius!"
"I am? What did I say?" Ron asked in confusion but Hermione was already out the door forcing him to hurry after her. "Hermione, HEY! Wait up!"
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Wotan was not surprised when the afternoon passed to have the two Wybir purifiers decide not to put off the cleansing anymore now that the specialist was there and waiting. Cneasaigh was informing the elemental specialist, Guaritore, and Wotan's curious Mannau healer, Taibhse, which decided to listen in of the cleansing process while Primas spoke with the Wybir pup. It gave him a chance think on what he had been told.
What had those Wizarding mortals done to his youngest?
His son's innate powers had been ripped open and the soft glow that now radiated from his son's pale skin began shortly after his arrival in the Faerie Realms was an indication of dormant Leuad blood. Dáiríre was displaying all the traits of a true Moon Child but there was no way that Dáiríre could have inherited that from him. He was of the Æsir, whom were born from water, smoke and earth and content at being just a Sidhe that the mortals mistakenly dubbed as a God.
Leuads were only born from elementals so he would have to look into just how much that blood ran in the Prince family's veins when he had the time. He did not expect it to be an easy task as his sources would be limited.
Elemental blood was highly valuable to the mortals that practiced the alchemist ways.
"Lord Wotan," Taibhse caught his attention, "there's someone here to see you."
The Mannau healer led him to the outer chamber of the castle where a blond girl waited for him. She was a mortal girl, yet had somehow been touched by the waters of the Mímir. He had not spoken to another of the Blessed in years, not since Sága, and never one this young. She was what, fourteen?
"Can I help you?" He asked, trying to figure out her motive for being there. Touched ones rarely stayed in one spot for long periods of time and never without reason. His wife was also one of the Blessed and they had rarely spoken to one another after the deaths of their natural children.
"There are some Wizarding children that will seek passage into the Faerie Realms," she said. "They are the adopted kin of your young Madra and they will come with those the bumblebee has sent to interfere with the Council's proceedings."
Wotan's remaining eye widened at that information. He remembered both his son and uncle stating that the young Wybir still had tight ties to the world that threw him out. To think that they would come here now- what were those mortals thinking?
"Why should I let them in?" He asked, suspiciously.
She shrugged and said, "They will also need a cleaning."
He understood that meaning and called for a house-elf. Once the elf arrived, he sent out his request and it returned moments later with the items. "Take these to them and bring the rest back here. You know more than I which of them are loyal."
"As you wish," she said and was gone as quickly as she appeared.
Wotan sighed, inwardly relieved. If this is what it took to break the mortals' chains on their kind, then he was all for it.
He better let the council know of their arrival.
They didn't need any mortal blood dirtying the streets of their fair home.
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Luna smiled as her eyes opened and for a split second her eyes were clear. Relieved that no one had seen the full extent of her magical capabilities, she grabbed the bag that the lord had given her and rose from her bed to hurry to dinner.
She needed to find her friends now to stop them before they did something stupid.
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Hermione's plan had actually included paying Hagrid a visit but not before stopping in the owlery to get Hedwig. It took Ron only a moment to realize that she intended on using the snowy owl to find her master and while he knew that doing so would be breaking the law, he no longer cared.
His friend was more important than some stupid law.
Neither one of them were expected to find Neville Longbottom and Loony Luna Lovegood hiding in the pumpkin batch listening to what was going inside. It took only a moment for Ron to realize that Hagrid had a guest and a moment longer to realize that that guest was Lupin.
Luna chose that moment to tell them, "They are going into the Faerie Realms soon so if you want to go, better tell them now."
"But I read that there a barrier to keep humans out. How can we get through that?" Hermione asked, bewildered.
"With these of course, silly," Luna told them, showing them a bag full of glowing yellow stones similar to the ones they had seen in Grimmauld Place. "Possession of an elf-stone will allow anyone to pass the barrier."
"Where did you get those?" Neville asked, bewildered.
"Never mind that," Ron said, snatching the bag of elf-stones from her. "This is our chance to finally see Harry."
"Right…?" Neville asked, confused. "Wait, see Harry?"
"It's a long story," Luna told him leaving Hermione wondering just how much she knew about what they were about to do. It was no surprise to anyone when seconds later when Ron interrupted the adults demanding to go with them to see Harry, or seconds later when Lupin called the rest of them inside the hut.
Neville would be getting his explanation after all. It was just a little bit sooner than any of them thought it would be.
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Harry had been taught under his teacher, the Cŵn Wybir Primas, to use his purifier senses and healing powers to their fullest extent while making contact with the patient's mind and spirit. The first thing he needed to do while establishing contact was to find a neutral setting so that they could both feel safe. Creating that setting was as simple as letting his own magic merge with that of his patient.
The misty world around him could be best described as a painted menagerie of color. Cherry reds intermixed with burgundy, while sitting alongside melon oranges, tans, lime green and pine. There were yellows so pale they could be mistaken for white, molten golds, purples, silver and grays followed by vast amounts of royal azure and periwinkle accented by blues so dark they could be considered black. This was the manifestation of presence Harry had seen the first time he spoke to the soul-stone that possessed the essence of his asgre and the feel of it brushing his own brought with the sense of belonging, of being appreciated and loved, as if he was coming home. Voldemort's taint had already penetrated Snape's life force in the form of a reddish-black haze that covered everything.
He needed to hurry then. Snape had less time than he suspected.
The source of the taint would be around here somewhere. It would be somewhere near his mate's soul core. He just needed to find it first.
He found Snape's magic core first, shining like a fallen star lost in the surreal wasteland and burning brightly in the purest silver and gold. He had cleansed Snape's magic core days ago.
"Beautiful," he thought, allowing the purest form of his mate's magic wash over him while studying the tainted color scheme around him. One of his lessons had been about the significance of the colors of the aura and what they meant.
Red was passion. This aspect was badly damaged by the taint as his mate's often irrational rages showed. A thorough cleansing should erase those completely.
Orange was charisma. The taint had so severely damaged this that there was nothing left of its truest shade. Given the speech Snape had given during his first Potion's class, Harry suspected that once this was cleansed that his mate would make a wonderful diplomat.
Yellow was reasoning. This aspect of his mate was mostly untouched by the taint and for that he was relieved. He enjoyed his mate's intelligence and wit when Snape's snark wasn't directed his way and a cleansing could only improve it.
Green was compassion. Voldemort's taint showed here sharply as well but not as strongly as he feared it could have been. His mate's love was as deep as an ocean but as long as the taint remained, one would have to earn his respect first as he had learned the hard way.
Blue was wisdom. Another aspect that had been damaged by the taint but not as severely as Harry had feared it had been. Even in its damaged state, Harry was not surprised to discover this to be his mate's strongest trait however the damaged red would only corrupt it further. He needed to fix that.
Purple was foresight. Though this aspect didn't show up as strongly as Harry felt that it should, it remained largely untouched by Voldemort's taint. He wondered if it was possible to strengthen this aspect any and decided that he would have to ask Primas later.
Brown was dedication. As devoted as his beloved was to the war cause and his Potions, Harry was surprised the brown didn't show up stronger than it did. Doubts were the only thing that could have diluted this aspect which meant Snape discovered something disturbing sometime in the past. Harry intended to ask about that later.
White was purity and pink was innocence. Snape's partaking in the war had completely erased any sign of either color. The cleansing would at least bring the white back to the aura but the pink would remain lost forever. There was nothing he could do about the lost innocence without erasing memories that was one thing he refused to do.
Gold was the awakening of masculine energies and silver was the awakening of the feminine ones. As Snape was an iompróir, the presence of both the silver and gold came as no shock to Harry. Unfortunately, the silver was nearly non-existent and without it, his mate's wings would not come in. He would have to do something about that.
He wanted children.
The black that was present in Snape's aura, however, meant that his beloved had been hurt- badly, and repeatedly. He would need to heal those hurts inflicted on Snape's mind and heart before the physical body could fully heal.
Then, and only then, he would hunt done the ones that had hurt his mate and make them pay. He already had a list and it was growing longer each day. Several of the worst offenders, like his godfather, needed a cleansing themselves but others, like Voldemort, would receive no mercy from him.
Voldemort's soul was too badly damaged to be cleansed even for a purifier as powerful as him anyway.
Dumbledore was another matter entirely because Harry could trace much of the damage done to Snape's core back to the Headmaster. His mate trusted the man and the elderly wizard had turned around to abuse that privilege.
He had broken the last of the seals placed by Dumbledore four days ago knowing that most of them should never have been there. The residue left by the seals that Eileen Snape had placed had broken under the duress caused by the Potestas Solvo Potion and the out of control magic release weeks ago had identified her spells as all Glamour and Concealment charms. Most of the seals Harry broke of Dumbledore's were magic dampers.
The Headmaster was not letting his mate reach his full power and to a Fae that was as deadly as cancer was to a mortal.
The seals he had broken infuriated him and he destroyed them with glee. After the second compulsion charm he had found and broken on Snape, Harry identified what he was working on. He had witnessed this particular spell work before on Kreacher and Darby and to a lesser degree on Winky and Dobby.
Dumbledore had turned his mate into his own personal house-elf, confirming that the rumors about the Headmaster's beliefs in restricting the rights of Magical Creatures and Beings were true after all.
Any trust Harry had left for the Headmaster had gone out the window by now and considered as much of a threat to them as Voldemort was.
He would not be a puppet to anyone. No one ever fully controlled a hellhound, not even asgre, but he knew Snape would never try to either. In the thousand years of partnership between the Shee and hellhounds, not one had ever forced the issue of dominance between the partnership matches. Not even the Dark Court had dared to press the element of trust needed between hound and Shee.
"Where is the core?" Harry wondered out loud. Dallying would accomplish nothing and in Snape's weakened state, another seizure could prove to be fatal.
A soft twinkle off to the Wybir's left answered his question and he wondered how he could have missed it. He had known that his mate's core was in bad shape but the actual sight was much worse. Voldemort's taint was so tightly intertwined around the weakened soul that Harry could not even determine its original size or color but the faint flicker he could see was gradually dying before his very eyes.
"Oh no, you don't," Harry hissed. "I still have too much invested in him to give up now. I won't let you take him." As if hearing his words, the tainted fog bank seemed to recoil and regroup but still not far enough away from the damaged core for Harry's liking.
"BE GONE!"
The burst of raw power that escaped Harry at the command sent part of the cloud fleeing as the rest burned under the purifying energy before disappearing entirely. The remaining taint reformed in a vague shape that strongly resembled the Dark Mark his mate bore.
Harry spoke slowly with each word backed by his cleansing presence, "Aegrotatio defaeco vel exuro!" The tainted cloud shuddered angrily as it slowly dispersed but not before lashing out at what was closest, his mate's core. Harry intercepted what he could as soon as he seen it coming, and grimaced when he felt Snape shudder with what he feared to be the start of another seizure.
"Severus," he whispered, helplessly, knowing that if he backed off now that his mate would die, "hang on. It won't be much longer now. Stay with me…"
But he could feel his mate's frail life force rapidly weakening under the brutal assault and had felt it give only seconds before the last bits of taint disappeared completely. Turning frantically back to where the core had been, he saw nothing.
"No," he whispered. "NO!" He did not lose his mate. He couldn't have.
It was then and only then that he registered two things. The calming presence of Primas was heavy in the air and with it Cneasaigh's gentle aura. He had not fought the taint off alone then if they were there as well.
The other was a soft glow that caught his eye lying on the ground at his feet. Harry reached down to investigate only to find a tiny jewel bearing all the colors of the rainbow. He picked it up, overwhelmed by the sense of presence of his mate in such intensity that he had never felt before even after handling his soul-stone.
It was then and only then did he look up and noticed that his surroundings had changed. Gone was the colorful eyesore leaving in its place a muted replacement of blues, purples and greens that he had come to associate loosely with an underwater or waterfall cavern that was slowly fading to black.
"Madra," he heard. It was Primas, "It's time to come back."
Clenching the odd stone tightly, Harry decided to obey his mentor's command though he knew that he had nothing to return to.
His beloved Severus was gone.
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Names & Translations
Gorweddfa cellau chan 'r arglwyddi- Lord's bed chambers (welsh)
Bren- ash (welsh)
Dáiríre- serious (Gaelic)
Cneasaigh- healer (Gaelic)
Leigheas- healer (Gaelic)
Cenau- puppy (welsh)
Spéir- sky (Gaelic)
Madra- dog (Gaelic)
Primas- chief (welsh)
Taoiseach- chief (Gaelic)
Iompróir- bearer/carrier (Gaelic)
Asgre- heart (welsh)
Ælwyd- home (welsh)
Brenin- king (welsh)
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Notes
Wotan- An alternate spelling of the German Wodan, the hunter Wotan is one of four beings (the other three being Arawn, the Devil, and Herne the Huntsman) that is associated with the legends of both the spectral Wild Huntsman as well as the Horned King of Wiccan faith. Wotan is also interchangeable with the Norse war god Odin whom also participates in the Wild Hunt.
Æsir- The established name for the benevolent gods in Norse Mythology to which Odin is king. Their enemies are another clan of gods known as the Vanir.
Mímir- A wise man that was beheaded in the Æsir-Vanir war, Odin would later find his lost head and use it for advise. Mímir is associated with three things in Norse mythology: the well Mímisbrunnr (also called Mímir's Well and the well of knowledge) that feeds Ash Yggdrasil; the forest Hoddmímis holt where Odin once waited out the winter; and the fertility tree, Mímameiðr. Both Hoddmímis holt and Mímameiðr would later be see as extensions of the Ash Yggdrasil (called both the world-tree and the Tree of life) as both seem to reside in the same location as the tree.
Sága- A seeress that Odin meets that on his travels, that is often associated with the goddess, Frigg (seeress & goddess of fertility).
Hobmen- Also known as hobgoblins, the name Hobmen is an English North County name for house fairies. Hobgoblins means 'hearth spirits" and are found throughout England and lowland Scotland. They are described as hairy, good natured and sensitive house fairies of farms and like their counterparts will turn into boggarts if angered.
Dorcha- Also known as Fear Dorcha or Dark Man, the name is interchangeable with Dullahan. However, the Dorcha is the silent servant of the Faerie Queen, while the Dullahan are the spirits of headless Irish coachmen that are usually found in the company of banshees or on the backs of headless ghost horses. Fear Dorcha is also one of the Fae thought to be the Horned King, which in Wiccan faith is the guardian protector of witches and the consort of the triple Goddess.
Diablo- Spanish word for the Devil.
Sexuality/children- Fairy children are produced in the rare cases that fairies mate, but they are known to rarely be faithful to their spouses. Despite that, fairies are known to be loving parents and one of the beliefs as to why human children are stolen is to make up for the lack of their own. Other theories are so the sickly fairy cold recover in the mortal and in some rare cause the fairy child is stolen by an malicious fae. Fae have been known to also mate with humans, but these half human offspring are said to possess powerful and dangerous presences, sometimes even evil natures. These children usually become mystics or bards… Alexander the Great, the Queen of Sheba, Merlin and even Shakespeare have been said to possess fae blood.
Elementals- Spirits comprised of a single element, and existing in everything, the Greek scientist Empedocles made the theory that all things are composed of the elements of air, water, earth and fire, and that the human body was a perfect blend of all four. Neoplatonists separated these into four categories, each based on an element in the third century but it wasn't until the sixteenth century that they were given names. The alchemist, doctor & philosopher Paracelsus called the earth spirits as pygmies or gnomi (gnomes) as gnosis means "to know" and "of the earth"; the air spirits as sylvestres or sylphs (after silphie "moth/butterfly"); the fire spirits were vulcans or salamanders (greek for "fireplace"), and the water spirits are called nymphs or undine (means "wave"). he also decreed that while humans exist on the spiritual, astral and terrastrial level, elementals only live on one. Some speculate that fairies are also elementals made up of only one element, but it usually symbolic when referring to nature spirits, while others claim that wizards could create these spirits with solely their magic.
