Hello lovely Readers,
Here's the next installment to A Shadowed Life!
Okay, first off XD I love you all! you make me smile when I read comments or private messages. X3
Okay now brief summary of the two stories I told you about. Also I have added a third story I'm working on XD I had the idea shortly after posting the latest chapter before this one, I will give it's summery as well.
Atlantian Ties
Harry has had a cruel life since they day he was landed at the Dursley's home. On the year he turned eight he is rescued by an unknown being. He is soon thrown back in time and grows up beside a boy who is just as special as he is, but this time it's not Hogwarts that comes looking for this boy or him, but something Ancient and hidden to the world and considered something of legends. Time Travel, MxM, AR, Past-Abuse, language, gore, and Dark Harry.
Kuro Neko
At a young age the Dursley's sold Harry to a place called 'The Lab'. On his eleventh year the wizarding world goes into a panic when the-boy-who-lived never shows up. Alone and in tremendous pain Harry is saved by an unlikely party years after his disappearance. Truths come to light and bonds are formed. AR, MxM, torture, experimentation, gore, and Dark Harry.
Dark Serpent
Harry was never normal, so how was this any different? A month after the incident in the chamber of secrets, Harry is landed with a problem. Held against his will Harry is saved by the very people he was fighting against. Things are revealed and Harry has to question, just what was he fighting for. Light Harry turns dark, MxM, and Neglect/ abuse
As you can see XD I obviously like a darker Harry –chuckles-
KoreanMusicFan: I use a Draconic Translator for the dragon Language, I will place the link to it, in my profile if you want to take a look at it.
To everyone else who comment similar to each other: Thank you, I'm glad you loved the chapter. Also do not worry Dumbledore will get his just deserts eventually and I'll make sure to make it painful for you all XD I hope to hear from you all again soon. :3
Enjoy!
Things in the story you might want to know.
"Talking/ spells"
'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'
§Music Song/ Magic Song§
-Parseltongue-
.:Spells:.
~Dragon Telepathy~
*Dragon Language*
Chapter Twenty-Nine- Lost
Harry was more than a little panicked. They had waltzed into the room when all three of his protectors were gone. They had tried to get near him and Harry had almost lost it when they did not head his warning growls and touched him. He made good on his word about attacking people who got to close. His nails that were sharp had sliced straight through Shacklebolt's robs to the flesh beneath and had bitten down hard on Dumbledore's hand that was a little too close to his head. The female Auror had stunned him after his physical attacks on people. Though, he felt some smugness when he'd gotten a bite in on Dumbledore.
However, after all settled down the unchained him and moved him from the room. He was unable to move and all he could do was stare in horror as they apperated with him out of there to a new location. Nothing seemed familiar to him and he felt suddenly very vulnerable and unsafe. The new room they placed him in was a very white looking room with only one large window on one side of the room, which looked like a bay window. It looked like it would be easy to break through, but the only thing was he knew it was protected by magic so breaking it was unlikely. He wasn't sure if it was charmed or not, but it showed a beautiful valley beyond the window, and it was covered in stunning white flowers.
What bothered him is that they did not chain him back up like they had at the Weasley house. Instead they laid him on an equally white bed and walked over to the door out of his line of sight before they used, .:Finite:. to drop the stunner and exited the room before he could do anything.
"Damn it, where did you take me?" He shouted as he walked towards the door.
As soon as he touched the door and the handle however searing pain shot up his arms. He cried out and looked down at his hands with wide eyes. They had hexed the door to make she he wouldn't force his way out. He stepped back cradling his hands to his chest as he walked backwards a few steps as he looked around the room. The possibility that he couldn't defend himself in this room made him shiver. The bright white room was more than enough to keep him on edge and unable to find comfort anywhere he turned. There was no color here. Just white everywhere he turned. The room had a bathroom attached to it, though it had no door.
"Che, no privacy… are they afraid I might hurt myself? Really? Stupid Dumbledore and his order of fried chickens," He growled.
He sighed and went over to the bed and sat down on the white cotton sheets. Harry hated the feel of them and more preferred the silk sheets Tom had in his home. Tom… Harry missed him greatly and couldn't help but feel highly depressed now that he was probably even farther away from the other male. He looked down at his stomach when a sharp pain struck a part of his belly. His hands flew down to the slightly swollen abdomen, rubbing small circles over the area.
"I know you miss him too don't you…" He sighed and looked at his hands that still stung, but he ignored the pain.
His mind went to Snape and he wondered where the dark male was. He feared that the man had possibly been found out as a spy. The fact that Remus and Sirius hadn't been amongst them was another worry he had. All he could do was hope they were okay. Harry grabbed one of the many pillows they had on the bed, obviously an attempt to keep him comfortable. He hugged it to his person and buried his face into it. He could feel the odd tingling feeling in the back of his eyes saying he was about to cry. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a good cry, but he knew it had been a long while. Though, this was more than likely brought on by his hormones going wild.
"Tom… Please find me," He mumbled into the pillow.
Harry laid down on his side, his wings tucked up against his back and his tail tucked in between his legs. Curled into a tight ball Harry went to sleep fitfully, his dreams plagued with loneliness and a fears that he wouldn't have had, had he still been with Tom.
{A Shadowed Life}
Tom had been trying fruitlessly to talk with Harry over their link, but the door was tightly shut and no matter what he did it did not budge an inch. He could feel nothing from Harry coming through the door and it felt cold rather than warm as it usually did. A week had gone by since the day they changed locations and they still hadn't contacted Severus since then. They started to think that the possibility of them knowing that Severus, Sirius, and Remus weren't really on the side of the light was now starting to gnaw at them. Tom wanted nothing more than to find his mate and child, his dragon was growing anxious as the days went by and Tom was starting to show a lot of anger and agitation with Harry's prolonged absence.
Nagini and Osiris were a constant presence for him, both worried over the well-being of their missing family member. Lucius had brought home Harry's young Griffin and the creature often sought comfort in the Dark Lord. He couldn't remember the name Harry had given it and was reminded by Lucius on what its name was. Ropax would force his way into his lap when he was at his angriest and it seemed to work to calm him down. Anything that reminded him of Harry was often used to calm him down and usually that was Harry's well cared for pets.
Tom had sent several people out over sees looking for Harry as well as left a few to search all of Britain as well. This was mostly to ensure that Severus cover wasn't blown and that Tom's reasons for sending people out everywhere was to make it look like he had no idea where he could be. He'd left France out of his search plans, mostly to give them a false sense of security if they were in deed there.
Tom got up, with Ropax cradled in his arms, the small thing purring loudly as he ran his fingers over feathers and fur. His mind wandered as he approached a window and looked out sightlessly at the manor grounds below. He was so lost in thought he didn't hear the nock on his study door until a soft spoken drawl caught his attention, causing his eyes to flash over in the man's direction as he stood there stalk still yet proudly in the door way. Severus had news and he could tell by his posture it was good news, or as good as it could get at the moment. He turned fully to him giving a gesture with one hand for him to take a seat, which the man did without a word or thought on it. Tom sat down as well.
"You have news Severus?"
"Yes, My Lord," Severus said softly, "It seems that we were right they are in France, they will be sending me a port key within the next day or so. Also we have found the rat within the ranks that had been supplying Auror Shacklebolt with information on what we had been doing. It seems this person often used a Animagus form to spy on certain Death Eaters when they thought they'd been alone, many of those who were in the inner circle had also been over heard when they discussed things they had thought had been private at the time."
The Dark Lord growled menacingly, which caused Severus to flinch slightly, "An Animagus… it seems I will have to update the secrecy wards in the marks… your arm Severus."
The Dark Lord rose and gently placed Ropax on the floor before making his way over to the dark male. As Severus rolled up his sleeve Tom pulled his wand out before taking the man's arm into his hand and pressing the tip of it into the wards around the mark on his arm. As he shifted the privacy wards with the new information Severus flinched barely, but it was necessary. Through one mark change all the others would follow suit and everyone else who had it would feel the change, making his Death Eaters safer as well.
"When you go to them I will suspect that they will keep you there, if you can without raising suspicions I want you to report to me on everything you see and hear there. I want you to pretend that you are no longer trusted by me to keep them from thinking otherwise of your loyalties. Do I make myself clear Severus?" The man nodded with a 'Yes, My Lord' "Good… and Severus… If anything happened to him during the time we had no eyes on him I expect you to tell me all about it."
"It will be done My Lord," Severus said as the Dark Lord let go of his arm and dismissed him.
Tom walked over to the window once more when Severus was gone, "You will be brought back to me Harry, you and your little one."
Ropax made a soft trilling noise and rubbed up against Tom's leg trying to get his attention. Stooping down, he scooped up the small bundle before he started to absentmindedly stroking him once again. He stood and once more looked out the window, before turning to head to his library from his study. His pace was slow as his mind wandered elsewhere. Harry had been out of his presence longer then he had when he was Briar Rose when he went to the past and Evan Spring when he'd been pinned within the dragon training grounds. He'd been miffed when he'd gotten a feel of the wards on the Weasley home and had to find another way to break them or end up causing Harry harm in doing so. Now he was somewhere new entirely and probably even more warded then the last place he'd been held.
He needed allies and the only one he could rely on was Fleur Delacour's father. They had gotten in touch with the young women and she had readily accepted to help out anyway she could. Harry had made a rather deep impression on her and she was willing to do anything for him. Tom was glad the boy had attempted to make some form of connections with people he'd been pitted against in the tournament. It was a wise political move as it was anything else Harry might have thought during the time the two spent together.
Tom looked down when he heard soft hissing –Has there been any news?- Osiris hissed to him.
-Yes… Severus has been contacted now and will be with Harry shortly-
-The Dark one can see Master now? This is great news Master's Mate, will he be home soon?- Osiris said lifting his head to look at the Dark Lord when they stopped in the middle of the hallway.
-I am not sure Osiris, but I hope he will be here with us again soon-
Osiris was silent for a long moment a flash of the intelligence within the snake told the Dark Lord he was learning things from Nagini –I hope he returns soon… so I can feast on the flesh of those who would dare harm him-
-In due time Osiris, in due time-
With that sad he and Osiris made their way into the Library where Tom found him a place to sit and read more about their race, since he found out about the growth of their child within Harry he'd been a bit worried. He found that after the child was born it was theorized that it would be about a year before the child stopped advancing in its physical growth. By then the child would look well within about five years of age, give or take a year. The child would also be rather intelligent as well. Unlike Harry who inherited his dragon genes many generations down the line, this child would be a direct descendent between Harry's active dragon genes and his own.
Recordings of dragon children made between one who had the gene and one who did not and told that the child was fast growing, but not nearly as fast as they guessed a child born of two active genes. Those children had been born six months after conception, though as the genes diluted over the years later children were born with the growth rate of that of humans. While Harry's seemed to show signs he would be giving birth within a couple months or so.
Tom sighed, running his fingers along the old worn pages for the book before him. He hadn't meant for this to happen and honestly he thought there would be some form of warning sign as it said there usually was before coupling with his mate. Reflecting back on the day he took Harry for the first time and the multiple times between the and Harry's disappearance, not once did he recall any of the warning signs listed. Then again this was Harry, it seemed to impossible always happened when he was involved.
Tom closed the book with an audible 'thump' before placing the book on the table. He didn't want their child born in the middle of this war, but it was happening with or without his wish on the matter. The worst part was, he was left with very little options to help his little dragon and their offspring without causing even more danger to them. It was then Tom realized, for the first time in a long time, he felt Lost on what to do. When it came to complicated situations Tom had often gotten rid of the problem or solved it without issue. Harry on the other hand… Was neither a problem he wanted to get rid of nor an issue he could easily solve, and in all truth it scared Tom to lose the younger male.
"Damn it," He hissed, as he realized for the first time in his life he was genuinely scared for someone else's well-being rather than his own. "I will find a way to get you and our child back…even if it kills me in the process to do so," He said racking his fingers through his hair, before his hand flicked and pills of books stacked on the table before him.
{A Shadowed Life}
Harry could feel it, he was on the verge of a break down and he mildly thought in the back of his mind that he hadn't had one of those in a while. Dumbledore was starting to wear on Harry's nerves and he had found out about half way through the week that he'd been right about being unable to attack anyone while in that white room. When he did, his head felt like it would implode and it kept Harry from ever lifting a hostile finger to his captors. The only upside was they couldn't lay a hand on him either in anger. The only reason why he knew that was because the idiots had invited Ron to come see him only for the bloody git to flip his lid and attack Harry, which left a large cut on Harry's shoulder. They had to placate him with the thought that Harry could be heavily influenced and tha it wasn't his fault he acted the way he did to people he once cared for.
Ever since the Ron has been a constant companion n Harry's room, though he seemed to plead with him often or persuade Harry too come back to the light. He seemed entirely convinced that Harry was under some sort of dark spell. Which left Harry always curled up on the bed and glaring at the boy silently. After a couple days with Ron, Harry just up and entirely stopped talking. That was until Snape showed up a few days later. Though, even then Harry didn't speak to the man because there was always someone else with him and so Harry was forced to stay silent.
Snape had showed up and when he'd gotten a look at Harry's untreated wounds, he'd been absolutely furious and asked softly, only for Harry to hear if they had even attempted to heal him. Nodding was a yes and shaking his head was a no… when he shook his head Severus frowned and turned to the one that had been with him, with furry in his features. He'd asked why no one had treated the wounds and their excuse had been Harry wouldn't allow them near him to heal him and even Severus could tell that was an outright lie. It seemed the order was getting desperate to try and swayed Harry from his alliances and thoughts. Dumbledore went as far as to lie to people in the order and Ministry and forcing Harry in to a situation that could very well kill his unborn child or even Harry himself.
Harry had looked up to Severus and the man had stared back, without the Dark Lord Harry was starting to crumble on the inside and this was all happening because Harry was heavy with child, otherwise the boy would be a hard stone wall that would be rather hard to move. The child however changed everything and left him in the state he was currently in. He knew with most creatures they needed their mate to be nearby to protect them at all times when they were heavy with child. Without that protection they often fell into states of depression, aggression, or even cause them to have suicidal tendencies. So far Harry only showed heavy signs of depression though, he was angry often as well, but never lashed out and he found out why the boy never did.
That had infuriated the dark male even more, though he never showed it. On the other hand he found out the cuffs did more than just suppress the magic properties and creature properties he had, it completely cut is all off. This also meant Harry could not see people's auras and read them efficiently. He had to rely on body language and expressions which wasn't all too hard for him, since he'd had a long time to train himself to do so just in case something like this happened.
At the moment however Snape sat before Harry a grim face in place and he could tell the man was heavily stressed. Today the person with Snape as some no named Auror Harry never met as Orion. The man constantly stared at him though in a strange way that gave Harry the chills. He looked back to Snape when he heard the man speak lowly, for only his ears to hear. What he heard worried him and made him excited all in one go. There would be a small chance they could try and escape. The only issue was the window was rather small and in Harry's state it would be almost near impossible to pull off. Harry gave the man a look, that to most would look angry, but to him and Snape it meant he would be ready. He refused to voice his thoughts or emotions and planned to stay silent until they were free.
The man sighed before getting up and slipping out of the room with the Auror only to stop, when Hermione, Luna, Neville, and the Twins were at the door. He blinked and glanced Harry's way who was now standing completely pale as he saw his friends now within the belly of the Order's new base. Harry was trying so hard not to hyperventilate and Snape immediately went over to him and grabbed him before he could collapse. The Auror had a look of surprise on his face and walked closer before speaking.
"I thought he was okay," He said to Snape.
"Well Auror Calvanis he is not, handling one of his old friends is one thing, but now this… obviously it has thrown him into a panic attack…What was Dumbledore thinking?" Snape hissed.
"It's obvious he isn't," That surprised them both and Harry looked up at that man silently, still hyperventilating and trying to calm himself greatly.
The group of friends walked in and closed the door eyeing the Auror before he sighed, "I was told not to tell you, but I am a friend of the Delacour Family. When they got contact of what was going on they asked around for people to start the search and I owe the Delacour's a life debt. Harry saved Madam Delacour during the Trials of the tournament and Mrs. Delacour considers herself a close friend to Evan… or should I call you Orion or Harry?" Harry for the first time in a long while spoke.
"Please call me Orion…It's the name I prefer over any other," His voice was husky from disuse.
He nodded, "Seeing how you already act around allies, I thought it prudent to reveal myself. There are a few infiltrators within the order and the Aurors. Quite a few people, myself included are ready to help when we can," He looked to Snape when he said this, "we have sent word to your Lord and have yet to have a return letter," He looked to Harry's friends, "Judging by his reaction to these kids I am to assume they are his actual friends… which means they're in danger here. We have come to the conclusion the one who claims to be your Light Lord is about to change tactics. We're on the verge of war it seems, I can only hope what we do here will help your cause in anyway." The last part he said to Harry, obviously very trusted to Fleur and her family and knew at least some things that were going on.
Harry nodded and looked to Snape, giving him a nod and Snape started to speak to the man of what was going on and when he was finished Harry looked to him, "Can you possibly make the escape window larger? I'm afraid as I am it would be almost near impossible to escape with the small window we do have."
The Auror thought for a long moment before something flashed across his eyes telling Harry he'd found a plan thought could work and he nodded, "Yes, I can at least give you a ten minute window. I will make sure myself or a college is with me when Snape comes to get you."
"That would be bloody brilliant," he rasped, with a small smile.
Harry had calmed down now that he was concentrated on something other than the danger his friends were in, "I will make sure your friends are safe as well."
Neville spoke up next, "We'll be okay Harry…"
"Sorry Nev… I never planned on this being the way you found out about me," He sighed.
Neville shook his head, "I had my suspicions and was going to ask you after the tournament, but then Dumbledore did what he did and well… I'm sorry this is happening to you."
Harry smiled gently at him, "Thanks Nev."
"Just promise me after we're out of here you'll at least explain what is going on to me okay?"
"Sure Nev, I owe you that much," He sighed, "I just hope Tom won't be to over protective when I get back… because it might be rather hard to convince him to let me talk to you all."
"If that is the case I'll wait, I'm patient I promise I'll wait," Neville smiled.
Harry chuckled huskily, "Thanks again Nev."
Snape and the Auror left the room, leaving the five teens with Harry in case Ron came by. In Harry's condition it would only stress him out further. Harry was sure Snape was surprised that Harry hadn't lost the child due to the large amounts of stress he was under. To be honest Harry was probably just as surprised as Snape. Then again his child was no mere human child. He was going to be a hybrid just like him and his mate.
"How are you doing Harry," Hermione asked.
Harry sighed, "Would be better…I apologies in advance if I do not talk to any of you at some point. Everyone has been trying to get information from me and are trying their damnedest to cure me of whatever is wrong with me."
"The Nargles and Wrackspurts have been rather persistent," Luna said, "The Master of Snakes is growing unstable, the need for the Black Serpent of the Lion's den grows steadily. Without the Black Serpent the threat of many lays within the balance."
Harry paled, "I need to get back…I have to be with Tom."
"Calm down Harry… We'll get you back to him, we promise," Hermione pleaded.
"Yes-"
"We cannot have-"
"Our dear little serpent-"
"Kept away from his sugar daddy-"
"Now can we?" The twins chorused.
Harry blushed and Hermione laughed, "Yes… by the way, how on earth did you get pregnant and not tell anyone about it?"
Harry sighed, "I really didn't know I was until Snape scanned me and to be honest we didn't think I would be able to…that there might have been some kind of sign that I could…We didn't plan for a child to be brought into all of this."
Hermione seemed to droop at this, "Is this a part of that book you forgot to leaned me?"
"Yeah, more or less… It doesn't give facts on two coming together that bear strong dragon blood in them… so we are pretty much guessing and going by assumptions that were in the book. As far as I can tell this child is growing fast, compared to records of children of the dragon line in the past. It gradually got slower until the line laid dormant in others. Which, is why I grew slow when my mother had me, the blood wasn't active yet. Now with me and Tom having active dragon blood… the child grows faster than we ever thought it would," He explained.
"Wait…the dark lord-"
"Is part dragon-"
"To you say?" the twins chorused in shock.
"That would be my fault… when Tom came back it was with the use of my own blood. My blood flows within him and for it to be active the wizard has to be really strong for it to be active. I'm unsure when he had his activate, but after he rescued me when I was captured as a dragon I found out he too held the transformation. Though his dragon powers are the exact opposite to my own," He explained.
"That sounds-"
"Completely Bloody-"
"Amazing," The twins exclaimed with wide smiles.
Harry laughed, "Yeah…I feel better with him by my side… because I don't feel so alone in the world anymore."
"Oh, Harry… You're not alone though," Hermione said.
"That's just it Hermione I was… before he came along I was alone and scared… Tom… though he may be a bastard at times, was always there for me when I came in the Malfoy's care. I might not be alone now, but back then… I was the only creature left of my kind that I knew of… I was more alone then any of you could possibly imagine," He said as he ran a gentle hand over his swollen stomach.
Hermione leaned forward and enveloped him in a light hug, "I'm sorry Harry…"
"It's okay…It all turned out well in the end anyways…well other than Dumbles pulling his infuriating situations…Really Herm I think he wants to kill me child," He sighed.
The group sighed at this, but it didn't stop the twins from trying to touch Harry's stomach and force poor Neville to touch it. Harry had laughed when the shy boy jumped at the feel of his child's kick against his sensitive insides. They were doing good until the heard the door open and Harry was immediately against the wall on the corner of his bed, making low growling noises. Ron had returned and Harry had placed the distance before the male could even see the closeness they had earlier. Making him assume they were getting nowhere in getting close to him.
"Oh, come one Mate…Dumbledore said he was sure you'd be more open with the rest of your friends around…" Ron sighed, "You became friends with them when you were Evan… so what's the big deal now?"
Harry just continued to growl lowly when Neville spoke, "Maybe as Evan he had to pretend?...or forced to pretend…Headmaster Dumbledore did say he might have been forced right? So…maybe he might have split personalities? I mean muggles I hear have common cases like that in the muggle world, I'm pretty sure it could happen to wizards to right?"
Ron thought on it seriously for a moment, "You know you're probably right Nev. We should tell Dumbledore about this… it might be what's going on. You're a genius Nev!"
Ron quickly fled from the room and Harry snort, "Stupid Git…Give him an idea and he'll take it a mile…"
"Well no one said-"
"Ronny-kins was-"
"An intelligent fellow," The twins chorused.
Everyone laughed as Harry snickered, "That is soooo true."
The conversation went along, until it felt as though the air was tense. As though something was going to happen and all they were waiting for was the sign that it had happened. They didn't know why they felt this way, the Auror and Snape never gave away when the time frame was, only that they had to be prepared for it. To Harry it felt like that time was now and all they were waiting for was the door to open from the other side and then allowing the safe passage out of the bright room Harry was being held in.
It was rather silent in the room when an explosion shook the grounds causing the occupants in the room to furrow the brows in confusion. It was soon followed by man more explosions as they sat there, before the far wall to Harry's room exploded. The bay window that had been there moments ago was now gone and instead of the fields he'd seen in the frame of he window was now a small town. Harry's eyes went wide as they all crept to the far wall and peeked out. Hermione ducked quickly as a spell flew over her head.
"The hell is going on?" Harry said as he peeked around and saw people in purple robes running around.
People from the village and from the Order were fighting everywhere and Harry at first thought these were some of Tom's people, but none of them looked familiar. A shiver raced down his spine and he paled. Was it possible where ever they were had their own rising Dark Lord? And if so then Harry wondered as to who it could be. Fleur never said anything about a Dark lord in France, which could only mean this one just cropped up and had obviously had enough followers to stage an attack. He looked to the others with him who were coming to the exact same conclusion he was. If they stayed here they would more than likely get themselves killed.
"Come on let's get Harry out of here," Hermione shouted and they started to make their way from the building.
Green, purple, red, yellow, and white spells flew in every direction and sometimes caused them all to duck. It was when they made it to a building that looked like an inn that someone confronted them and the twins took over fighting the person to let the others escape, promising them they would meet up later. It was rather hard to escape since Harry seemed to draw all kinds of attention from these people. He squeaked when a spell came a little too close to his face and Luna ended up with a lap full of Harry. The looked over only for Hermione to take on the new assailant.
"Keep going and keep Harry safe… make sure you make it to the tree line, now hurry I'll meet you there when I can," she shouted at Luna and Neville.
They nodded at her and Harry gave Hermione a worried look before they tugged him away and out of Hermione's line of sight. The further they went the thicker the battle seemed to get around them and more and more people were battling all around them. Harry really wished he had his creature magic and attributes let alone his own personal magic. Heck what he wouldn't give to feel the all powerfully familiar feel of his wand in his hands, but Dumbledore and his Order had taken it before he'd awoken at the Weasley's home.
What surprised him though is that none of these wizards were out right attacking Harry, just anyone who was either too close to him or those who seemed to want to do him harm. He would have assumed that it was people of Tom's, but they wouldn't attack Harry's friends like they were. They were slowly and efficiently driving a wedge between him and them, only attacking Harry as a way to make it look as though he was their target. Having this in mind Harry swallowed thickly and once again he was forced to doge another spell that came his way and by this time it was full out raining now. His pants soaked through as the white material clung to his legs, his eyes zeroing in on two purple hooded figures who's eyes seemed to glow.
Harry growled and looked at his two remaining friends. Luna seemed unconcerned as she stared dreamily at them. Neville just looked nervous, but rather determined like he'd done their first year at Hogwarts. He bit his lip, as he watched the two. He didn't want to leave them alone and he was warring with himself about it. Luna looked over to him and reached up to touch the side of his face. Harry noted out of the corner of his eyes that one of the two masked people raised their wand at her, but never fired a curse. That made his mind weary because he'd just had it confirmed to him that these people wanted Harry, but they also wanted him unharmed.
"Go Harry, all is well and everything is as it seems. The Burning Ones have returned and wish for the Black Snake of the Lion's Den to be aloft from the river that runs red," Harry gave her a confused look and out of the corner of his eyes he saw them tense, but the one with his raised wand, lowered it at her words.
Harry took a step back and nodded reluctantly, "Stay safe… and don't let Dumbledore catch you five again…I fear if he does he will use you all again."
Harry wanted to hug her for reassurance, and he clenched his hands at his sides showing the only outward appearance that he was reluctant to pull away from them. He looked over at the two who stood a distance away knowing they couldn't have heard her unless they were a werewolf, or vampire. Since his creature abilities were suppressed he could not tell what they were. Harry unconsciously tugged at the cuffs around his right wrist. He really wanted them off, but knew it had to wait. Without another glance as Luna gave him a small shove he took off for the tree line. Harry didn't have issues after that, though many of the ones in purple stopped only for a moment to stare at him. It sort of bothered him that these people seemed to want him, but also wanted to protect him from harm. Any spells sent his way were ultimately stopped before they could ever reach their intended target.
He was about to reach the tree line when a figure stepped in front of him. The atrocious looking robes before him gave him a good clean idea on who was before him. Harry leapt back and crouched low on pure instinct. One hand wrapped around his midsection the other propped under him for support. His tail raised and wings fluttered out next to him as he growled at Dumbledore who was standing with his wand half raised.
"Harry, come with me you'll be safe," Dumbledore cooed at him.
Harry growled louder, "Not a chance old man… anywhere but with you is a lot safer for me."
"Come now, these people seek to do you harm obviously you must see that. They attacked you and your friends, who protected you valiantly as they were told too," He said taking the credit of Harry's protection, which they would have done regardless of what the old fool had told them to do.
"As far as I can see they've made fake attempts on my life to draw away anyone near me and they have killed those who attempted to kill me or maim me… So yeah I'll take my chances right now old man," He hissed.
Dumbledore seemed to lose patience and went to grab for him. Harry flared out his wings and with a powerful thrust he pushed as much air as he could to try and knock the old fool over. In the process he threw up dust and leaves. Causing the older male to cover his face to keep the dust out of his eyes rather than knocking him down. Dumbledore lifted his hand blindly and fired a red curse at him. It hit Harry's right shoulder and wing, causing Harry to stop what he was doing. He gritted his teeth in pain and tucked his wing as close as he could to himself. He growled as the old man crept forward with his wand still raised. Harry could do nothing but stand there and hold his bleeding arm. He was on a very narrow street and there was fighting going on everywhere and it puzzled him that no one saw them. He cursed under his breath when he realized they were under a .:Notice me not:. spell.
Harry was squared himself off when Dumbledore got closer and he growled warningly as a hand reached out to grab him. As soon as it did he bit down hard on the arm the grabbed him causing him to let go and raise his wand possibly to stun him. It was at that moment the spell that had been used to hide them fell quickly and people were suddenly attacking Dumbledore from all directions. The old man held his own, but Harry wasted no time in hanging around as he ducked around the old geezer and bolted towards the forest's edge. It was only then that he glanced back at the battle and took notice of the battle going on unawares that he'd slipped into the fringe of the forest.
Harry backed up into the shadows of the brush and they hid him well thanks for his pitch black scales, wings, and hair. His Avada Kedavra colored eyes glimmered in the shadows before Harry fled further into the forest, making sure he was a good distance away from the town and the battling occupants. The rain continued to fall down upon him and it was after the sounds had drowned away that he realized the rain was rather cold and he had no way of warming himself. He shivered and looked around quickly to find something anything that could warm him up. His frantic thoughts turned to his unborn child within him and its safety rather than his own.
His arm hung down at his side and he ignored it as he found a large tree with a hole in its base. He slid into the hole, barely able to tuck himself away into the crevice there. There were dry leaves in there so it helped to warm him, since the ground within the tree seemed to still be rather warm, just as the tree itself was still warm. His uninjured wing tucked itself between him and the hole that was in the tree, keeping the cool air from reaching him. Harry shivered and curled up into a tight ball. He didn't know where he was or who those people had been, but he knew at the moment he was alone in a place he knew nothing about. It was at that moment that Harry's midsection warmed greatly and Harry blinked down at his stomach. His shivering died down and he gave a warm smile at his rounded belly. His child was giving warmth to him since he couldn't produce it himself at the moment. He cooed and ran his fingers over his slightly swollen stomach.
"We'll get home again…Tom will find us," He said softly as tears filled his eyes and he cursed his uneven hormones.
With thoughts of being rescued Harry drifted off into a fitful sleep. His senses still dulled by the effects of the cuffs, causing him to be unable to hear the approach of anyone who drew near. His last thoughts before falling into a dreamless sleep, was of his mate who was till so far away.
{A Shadowed Life}
Harry woke hours later and at first he was unsure where he was. Looking at his surroundings it made him wonder as to where he was. It took a while but his mind jumped into action when he realized he was no in the base of the tree he'd fallen asleep in. Instead he was in what appeared to be a lavish room in a hotel somewhere. That or a room of a very wealthy person and that also seemed to worry him greatly. He didn't know too many people other than those back in Britain that were wealthy as this implied they were. He got out of the bed slowly only to realize his wing and arm were tightly bandaged. Whoever had found him had taken great care in bandaging him up without causing him to much pain.
He slipped from the bed and walked over to the door, that looked to be the door out of the room, and barley touching the handle to make sure it was not cures before he opened the door. The door opened easily and he slid out into a long corridor that let him know this was indeed a hotel and not someone's home. He walked down the hall catching the eye of a few people here and there and they openly gawked at him with puzzlement. So it eased his nerves that whoever had found him hadn't wanted to keep him restrained. He made it to the elevator and hit the ground floor button. He leaned heavily against the wall of the elevator, taking note that his usually braided hair was undone and flowing down against his body. What surprised him even more was that he now had a shirt with its back cut out upon his person. If anything this look made him look like a pregnant women and not a man, which made him grimace.
He pushed the thought away as the doors to the elevator opened. He slid out of the elevator and into the lobby where a man approached him and Harry really didn't feel like fighting with anyone if that indeed was what the male was going to do. Harry eyed him wearily when he stopped before him. The male had blond hair that was cropped short and slicked back to reveal stunning golden eyes. It slightly reminded Harry of that of werewolf eyes when the wolf was closer to the front then the human was.
"It seems you have awakened young one," He said to Harry, "We thought you would not awake for some time.
"Umm… How did I get here?" Harry asked the male.
"You were brought here by a patron, he'd been out camping with his sons when he came upon you in the little hovel you had made for yourself. He has told me to inform him of your wakening, you were badly injured and heavy with child… he was afraid you would not last due to blood loss and how low your body temperature had gotten," He said to Harry.
"Oh, well I'm okay… Umm is this person who helped me by chance here?" He asked.
"At the moment he is away on a call, he is a rather busy man at the French Ministry," the man said to him, "He should be coming by to check up on you however as soon as he can get some time to slip away. One of our staff has already called him to let him now you are indeed awake now."
Harry sighed, "So I'm in France then…"
The man raised his eyebrows, "You did not know you were?"
Harry shook his head, "I was taken away from my homeland in Britain… the people who took me didn't want me to know where I was and all I could do was assume, but I'm gladdened that I was right about where I could be, I escaped, but as you can see it cost me a lot to do so…"
The man nodded, "Please return to your room, if you are hungry we will send some food to your room. It is best you rest, especially in your condition."
Harry nodded, "Thank you sir, I will do just that…and I am a little hungry."
He smiled, "We will send up some of our best dishes."
Harry smiled back before getting on the elevator, the man followed however since Harry didn't know what floor he'd come from or what room he'd left. Once he was safe back in the room harry bid the man farewell and watched as he left. He was glad that neither Dumbledore, nor the ones clad in purple, had found him when he'd been at his weakest. However, now that he was away from them he didn't at all know what to do now. He still had now wand and he was still cuffed. He walked over to the window and sat down on the large ledge that was there. He looked down and out over the city with looked to be Paris. He'd always wanted to see that sparkling city that so many had talked about before.
He was so lost in thought he hadn't heard the knock on his door until it was opened and someone came in with trays of food that smelled rather appetizing to Harry at the moment. He got up and sniffed at the air as the person left the trays for him and exited the room without a word. Harry tentatively tasted them before he shrugged and dug in. It tasted heavenly against his tongue and pallet. He hummed softly as he devoured the food in one sitting before returning to the window he'd been sitting at. It was during his look out over the city that he realized that it was probably late, since it was rather dark outside as the lights outside twinkled brightly from the surrounding streets and buildings. He wondered as to the time of day, and if it was indeed as late as he thought it was.
When next the door opened again Harry's eyes were already drooping. He looked over to the door and saw a man with bronze colored hair that was rather shaggy yet well kept. Behind him was a person similar to the first, with a slightly dark colored brown hair, angular features of an aristocrat, and the same hazel eyes as the first man. However, his hair was cropped short and spike, but it looked dashing against his features.
"Hello there, my name is Mr. Alaster Sylphen. The young lad with me is my oldest son Georffery," The man with the short hair said to him, his French accent there but he pronounced clear crisp words in English.
"Hi I'm Orion Black, it is a pleasure to meet you sir," Harry said with a sleep sigh.
"Orion Black? As in the young ward maker… that has been dubbed a prodigy and genius of ward making?" He asked surprise coloring his visage.
Harry chuckled, "The one and only."
"I never heard he was a creature," The man's son said.
"No one knew except a select few of trusted people. I never let anyone know what I was and they could never classify me as what I truly was. Most would have assumed I was a demon…" He said looking back out the window with a solemn look.
"Can I ask what you are then?" The man asked.
Harry reached out to his injured wing and gently stroked it in comfort before sighing, "There isn't a reason not to tell you since you've seen me already… But I'm a hybrid between dragons and wizards. It is unknown to most, but my kind hasn't been around for a long time… since the time of the elves and what little I know comes from a book long forgotten by the people of our world. My Ancestors having left a long time ago to not interfere in the age of men… However, they did not take into consideration of the diluted dragon blood within the young wizards left behind. If a new generation was born strong enough to tap into the dragon blood within then it would come to light once more."
He blinked, "I would have never guessed that…How do I know that is true though."
"Unless I can get myself back home and to the book all you can do is take word of mouth. Me, I rather believe the tomb it's the only explanation in my life that makes sense. However, those who had me as a hostage found out what I was and placed these on me," He raised his wrists and indicated to his ankles with a wave of his hand.
"…I will believe you Mr. Black. I had thought those to be of your making, but I know nothing of the ancient runes carved within the bands," He said to him.
"They are suppressants… My own core magic, my creature core magic, my creature abilities, and any magic on my person… In short they made it impossible for me to fight back and made me more muggle then I care to be," He said as he motioned to each cuff.
"Why would they do that?" He questioned.
Harry looked up at them, "Because I go by another name…well three actually two of which are aliases to protect myself from them, and the other is my true name. Orion is the name I took to try and change who I was in every way… I'm also known as Evan Spring, Briar Rose, and…" He sighed as he could see them tense slowly, "Harry Potter."
The man nearly chocked, "H-Harry Potter…The boy who disappeared almost a couple years ago? Wait wasn't Evan Spring the boy who vanished at the end of the Tri-Wizard tournament?"
Harry nodded when the son asked the next question, "Briar Rose… I've heard the name somewhere before."
"Long ago when the Dark Lord of Britain was young he took a young lady into his allied forces and she was a formidable assassin named Phoenix, many fell to her blades and wand alike," He leveled them with a blank look, "Yes, I am her though I cannot prove it at the moment due to my shackles. Mrs. Delacour knows what and who I am, as well as Dumbledore and his group and the Dark Lord and his inner circle. Beyond that you two now know," He narrowed his eyes, "Knowing this, what will you do?"
The man visibly relaxed as Harry spoke, "You are rather a truthful person aren't you?"
"I tend to believe I am… If I do not wish for something to be known I am silent about it… but I'm tired of hiding and skulking in shadows. I have no life to return to now that Dumbledore knows who I am," He sighed.
"Why would you want to hide from them aren't you a light wizard?" The son asked.
Harry laughed, "You know what Briar rose is do, you honestly believe she is a light Witch? No, haven't been since I got my inheritance. It was after I was thrown to the past by mistake that I learned the light isn't as straight laced as they claimed to be. Me… My family… the Dark Lord… we were set up by one cunning light wizard who painted my mate as a murderer and my family was painted as a target for death."
Their eyes widened, "You mean…"
"The Great Wizard in the world Albus Dumbledore. The same man who supposedly defeated the Great Gellert Grindelwald…who was also his lover, all for the 'Greater Good'," Harry snorted, "Bloody bastard ruined my life and keeps trying to do so."
The two males watched Harry silently as he draped his arm over his swollen stomach. Eyes wide and calculating as they stood there staring at him. The older of the two relaxing first and just simply watching Harry before speaking, "I am assuming the child is the Dark Lord's child then?" Harry nodded.
"Father, Mr. Delacour expressed interest in finding the you male from the tournament… if that is true then by all rights Harry… er Orion?" Harry nodded again and the male continued, "He is under the protection of the French Ministry. If Dumbledore had him here in France then it is to be assumed that the older wizard is not legally here let alone holding hostages against their will. On top of that the Veela council is tightly loyal to this young man as well… The Delacour's owe him much for their daughter's life during the Tri-wizard tournament, he saved her life on many occasions."
This was news to Harry, he hadn't expected to get the Veela's on his side after he'd saved Fleur in the tournament. Knowing this Harry felt relief flood him, he hadn't even noticed he was tense and stressing over what they would think after being given the information. He watched as the older male of the two looked straight into Harry's eyes. He was quiet for some time before he nodded to himself finding whatever he was looking for.
"You Mr. Black are a rare oddity… I have a feeling you are not as ruthless as you would tend to have us believe. Dark yes, but not without morals correct?" Harry looked at him surprised by his assessment of him, "It is fortunate for you that my son as well, as I are also Dark wizards. We will not hold you against your will and will give you aid… I will contact the Delacour's as soon as possible."
Harry relaxed monumentally and nodded with a wide smile, "Thank you… Also… a town not far from where you found me was under attack. It was how you came upon me while I was injured. I had escaped when my captors were sufficiently distracted. However, people I cared about were caught in the cross fire and I wish to know if anything has been heard… if there were any survivors… I can give you a list of names if you need them, they are dear to me and I fear the worst might have happened to them."
"I heard there was an attack. Many of the occupants that lived there were killed, and reports of people in purple robs came in that said they'd attacked the small town. Reports on some foreigners had been killed there as well. They have been identified from what I hear, but they said the group had been on a vacation together…All of them were British citizens," He said to Harry who looked to pale at this, "I can look into the names and see if any of them are familiar to you."
"Thank you," Harry said softly, but still looked rather pale.
"Come now…you must rest you look as white as death right now," His son said to Harry.
"I don't really feel much like sleeping at the moment," He mumbled.
"It would set this old soul if you slept Mr. Black, for your child's sake if not your own," He said trying to reason with Harry, who's eyes dropped to his stomach and he nodded minutely.
"…Yeah your right… I should rest for my unborn child, it would do him no good to be stressed out because of me," He sighed and slid from his perch before making his way to the bedroom, "Thank you gentlemen…I will possibly see you tomorrow?" He asked looking back at them.
They nodded before the father spoke, "Yes, hopefully by then I will have a list of names for you to look over."
"Thank you again, G'night Gentlemen," He said with a bow of his head in respect before slipping into his bed as the men left the room with goodnights to him, turning off the lights as they went.
Harry curled up in his bed hugging his fluffy pillows to him as he laid awake in the dark. His thoughts turning to his mate who was still so vary far away from him and he sighed with thick heavy sorrow. He wanted and needed his mate, they had gone to long without one another and Harry was beginning to feel the crushing feeling of loneliness, now that he was safer than he had been. With that thought in mind of his mate he fell asleep fitfully unbeknownst to him of the tears rolling down his face as he slipped into a deep sleep.
{A Shadowed Life}
Tom was angry, worried, and at a loss of what to do. Severus had come back heavily injured to the point that Narcissa had to use a lot of her skills as a healer to keep the greasy man alive. It had been three days since then and Tom was losing his patients when his minions turned up empty with finding his lover. His spells didn't work one bit and he suspected the cuffs Severus had spoken about were what was stopping Harry from being found easily. On top of that Harry's usual crew for friends, were also injured, but not as heavily. The young female witch who was Harry's closest friend had said it seemed as though they did not wish to harm them too much and had pushed them away from Harry for some odd reason.
Tom thought on this for a while even Severus's account of the battle said the same thing, they hadn't aimed at Harry to hurt or kill, they had wanted him alive and healthy. Yet it seemed they too had not gotten their hands on him. What infuriated him more was Dumbledore himself had tried to dispose of Severus and the French Auror that had been with him. The Auror fared better then Severus and he too was currently at his mansion recovering.
Tom sat back in his throne watching his minions shift on their feet. The air was thick with tension, as they watched their Lord, who did nothing to hide his creature status, in front of them anymore, but they couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The bumbling fool before him who was recounting his findings seemed to be pushing their Dark Lord's last nerve. Tom was starting to growl now and the more he did so the more the Death Eater shiver and stumbled over his words. Even Ropax stayed away from the Dark Lord, unable to quell the raging beast within the man.
"Crucio," Tom hissed out after his patience had snapped and he held the man under the spell for a few agonizing minutes before he let it up and rose to stand. "I am very disappointed… I expected someone to have found him by now. He has been gone from my side far too long and I want him back now alive and healthy as well as the child within him," The temperature in the room started to freeze as the man's temper rose, soft patches of frost dusting the ground and peoples robes as he continued talking, "I expect some results soon or so help me there will be more than a few Crucios thrown around do you hear me?" He growled out lowly.
"Yes My Lord," They all chorused together.
"You are dismissed," Everyone slowly trickled out of the room and it was a long while before two figures appeared, "What do you two want?"
They paused at the Dark Lord's words, obviously sensing the danger there, "We want to help in the search to find him."
"How can I trust either of you to do so?" He hissed.
"Harry is family to us and we can tell he is happier here with you and the Malfoy's then he is anywhere else. We saw what the Order did to Harry and we heard their plans. We had planned to be Neutral, but we could never leave Harry alone. With us helping to find him we will be more efficient in the ability to help, mostly because we know his scent better than any of your 'minions' do," Sirius announced.
Tom snorted, "Blood Hounds… You are right though… fine go… You are better off than they are and I cannot trust them to bring back my mate whole," They nodded and turned to leave, "Oh… and should Harry be hurt or no of this world anymore… you can expect everything to be crushed within the week… do you understand?"
They paused before Remus spoke up, "If he is anything, but in good health… then you won't have too… we'd gladly do it for you."
Tom smiled darkly at that, "then I think we will get along just fine."
With that said they left the room and Tom stayed upon his throne for a bit longer before he rose and left the room. He walked to his chambers ready to turn in for the night and looked at the empty bed for a long while. He'd been unable to feel his mate or hear his thoughts or feel his emotions through their link. The link was cold and lifeless as though there hadn't been a link there before. The odd feeling in his chest he realized was pain of losing him and fear, that Harry was just as lifeless as their link. These feelings he'd never felt before, mostly because he'd never cared for anyone before, but like all things Harry had wiggled his way into his life and Tom had found him caring and loving his young mate before he knew what it was he was feeling. Tom sighed and climbed up under the cold sheets before he slipped into a fitful sleep.
Next Chapter- Song of old
Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!