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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 Thirty- Song of Old

Harry woke slowly to light shining in on his face. He blinked away the light and slowly rolled over onto his other side. He missed feeling this magic, it was always something tangible that he'd never thought could leave him, but it had. Harry felt so hopelessly lonely and there was very little he could really do about it. He wrapped his arms around himself as her curled into a ball and felt the tears before he knew what was happening.

"Stupid Hormones…"He muttered.

He laid there for a long moment before he eventually calmed down and rolled out of bed. He was about to go in search of some clothes when he noticed something folded up in a chair. He blinked a few times and walked over to it. He picked up the shirt first and smiled, he was glad that whoever had left the cloths had thought about his current condition and had really good tastes. It was a woolen material, but the back was open for his wings to fit, though it would hang snuggly against his wings to taper off as much skin as possible from the cold outside, but he suspected the robe on the bottom of the pile would cover up the rest, so it was fine.

Harry slid the clothes on after stepping out of the white pants he'd been wearing. He found the sleeves to be longer, possibly styled that way. Though, looking at it he had to admit no man would wear what he was wearing. This was for pregnant women, but Harry didn't care he rather liked it. Thirty years living as a, women was bound to rub of some things onto his more male side of him. Shaking his head he pulled his pants on only to find they adjusted to his size and fit comfortably so his stomach wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Once he was clothed, he slipped on the robes and sure enough there was space for his wings to stick through and the folds of the robe material draped perfectly of the patches of skin that weren't covered.

Harry gently tugged at the sleeves to rest just at the base of his fingers. Loving the warm he felt he purred softly as he walked from the room to the sitting room where he found the men from the other day there. Along with a few others and some food was on the table in the middle of the sitting area. He stood and watched them silently as they spoke amongst themselves about current events with the ministry, not ye noticing his presence.

Harry cleared his throat after a while and spoke softly to the room of people, "Good morning."

Everything went quiet for a moment, then, Mr. Sylphen spoke up, "Good morning Mr. Black. Did you sleep well?"

Harry sighed, "Yes, I slept rather well all things considered."

"It must be rather difficult being in a strange place so far from home," He said with sympathy.

"It is, but these quarters are better than the ones I'd been before you found me," He said with a soft smile before he sat down.

"Must be harder to be away from your mate though correct?" A women with blond hair and aged features said.

Harry nodded, "Yes, quite. I must apologies, I'm Orion Black and you are M'lady?"

She smiled sweetly, "I'm Apolline Delacour, Fleur's mother."

Harry's face lit up, "How is your Daughter doing? I'm afraid I was not able to see the end result of the third task."

"She is doing well, though she came out a bit burnt no thanks to those nasty creatures they had in there…what were, they called dear… Blast Ended-Skrewt's?" She asked as she turned to an, older gentlemen, who had short black hair.

He nodded, "Yes, they were"

She looked back at Harry, "Yes, nasty creatures those things, but none the less she is healed and doing well. She was however distraught when she found out you'd gone missing."

Harry sighed, Mr. Sylphen must have told them all he'd told him, "Yes, I must say though it was not my intent to go missing as I did upon finishing the third task. Dumbledore seems to have a thing for kidnapping me however… so I guess I should have at least expected it."

She chuckled, "You are quite charming my dear, no wonder my little Fleur took a shine to you."

He smirked, "I would be more so Lady Delacour, however I'm not in top form at the moment."

She watched him silently for a moment, "How bad is it?"

Looking at her he knew what she was asking, "I think it's pretty bad. I miss him so much and at first I was snappish almost violent, but Dumbledore cast a spell on the room he'd had me in… caused me some massive headaches, but it insured I wouldn't attack anyone and no one could physically harm me. Now though…"

He trailed off and his eyes grew distant, Mrs. Delacour made a sound in her throat, "Bad in deed, I have no doubt in my mind your mate is faring just as badly. May I ask who your mate is?"

Harry paused for a long moment, "Tom…er most know him as Lord Voldemort."

The room grew silent before Mr. Delacour spoke up, "Voldemort? The Dark Lord, of Great Britain? I thought… the rumors said he was too far gone to consider love of any kind."

Harry sighed, "He was… but I helped in a way I guess. Helped by giving him my blood in a ritual that brought him back… It gave him his sanity back and now he does things differently than he did back in the first war."

Mrs. Delacour thought for a long moment before looking at her husband and nodding. She'd seen the fond look the boy had given at the mention of his mate. He was speaking true and no true follower of Voldemort would show such affection openly. Harry was special to Voldemort and the, same could be said for Voldemort being special to Harry. That was genuine adoration, one built of love and not out of lust or obsession. The man got up and left the room and Harry watched him go before looking back at Mrs. Delacour as she patted the seat next to her a gentle smile on her face.

"My little Fleur has told me much of you, however since your disappearance she was more enthused to talk about everything about you, in hopes of helping you the best way she could. You saved my Fleur many times and she as well as I owe you much. I know your true name and the name you prefer over any of the names you've had over the past few years," she said to him as she patted his leg as a way of comforting him, "My husband and I love our daughters and I have been in council with the Veela council, we have been deciding whether or not it was worth our effort and time joining this Dark Lord of yours. Hearing and seeing you, on this matter however, seems to have swayed my way of thinking on the matter. I can tell you love this Dark Lord and I do not think your realize this, but you show much emotion in your eyes."

Harry blushed at this and looked away as Mr. Sylphen spoke up, "He is quite an honest person isn't he?"

"When he isn't hiding I suppose he is, but this hiding must be necessary or he wouldn't have done it in the first place," Geoffrey spoke up.

Harry nodded, "Yes and I can explain each… Dumbledore was the major factor I wanted out of the loop on where and who I was. Orion Black was my freedom… I could walk out and not be recognized and be myself and not the Boy Savior. Evan Spring was made so I could still attend school without being influenced to heavily. Briar Rose… she was more of an accident. It started off as being a disguise so I could stay by his side out in public and not be discriminated about who my choice of partner was… You herd of the dispute that happened with a young girl at a party?"

They all nodded, "Very little was said, but they thought the girl had died and almost given up hope on finding her."

"Well…because of my creature abilities and the spell used…I caused a reaction in which it threw me several years into the past. There I became and elite assassin and ally to Voldemort as he rose to power during the first war, there was little I could do without causing a time paradox and killing the timeline I knew. So I let it fall as it did back then and only lift a finger when it didn't affect the timeline drastically. I watched people I could have saved, died before my eyes. The Potter, Blacks, Malfoys… They were all people I couldn't help, no matter how much I wished too I knew that they had to die," Harry's form seemed to droop, slightly, "With Briar Rose, I learned how to be hardened to things."

"War does that to people it seems," Mrs. Delacour said as she watched him, 'How could he go through so much and not fall apart or go insane?'

"True, but right now… not so much," He sighed and Mr. Sylphen chuckled.

"That is to be expected when you're expecting a child," With a smile on his face.

"I kind of figured as much by now… my hormones are all over the place it's actually dizzying. Not even sure how woman can handle it," He said as he fondly ran his hand over his clothed stomach, "Speaking of which you don't seem all that surprised that I am pregnant."

"Of course not, unlike Britain was think the human body is beautiful and Male on male relationships are not uncommon, they even have a potion that can help males bear a child if they ever so want one," Mrs. Delacour said.

"Really?" He asked her.

"Yes," She patted his knee, "You would be readily accepted here. France does not discriminate here and at Beuxbatons they are given classes strictly on Neutral magic and are told they can get tutors for Dark Magic or Light Magic if they so wish to take it up in either branch. Unlike Britain who strictly teaches Neutral and Light Magic only and Durmstrang which teaches Neutral and Dark Magic only, but can students can learn Light Magic if they please at home."

Harry blinked, "So your telling me Hogwarts is the only one that has no Dark Magic teachings?"

She nodded, "Yes I'm afraid so."

Harry went into thought as he sat there silently. They obviously thought he wasn't going to say much now that he seemed to be in his own world. So they went on to other topics amongst themselves until Harry was ready to talk again. Harry was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the door open again and a dark figure following Mr. Delacour into the room along with a few others. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he had very distressed Narcissa Malfoy pulling him to her chest. Blinking in surprise he looked up at her and blushed slight as she buried her face into his shoulder.

"Mom?" Harry said to her, surprising her because it had been the first time that Harry had every truly called her his mother and meant it.

"Yes Orion, it's me, Oh I was so worried about you," She said as she kissed his forehead.

"How did you get her? Er I mean How did you know where to find me?"

A very overly familiar voice spoke up and it made everything in Harry tingle with delight and all his stress melt away, "Mr. Delacour contacted me an hour ago telling of a lost young one and that he'd talked with him and com to a decision in their co-operating with me."

Harry pulled away from Narcissa and looked straight at crimson blood eyes and breath softly his name, "Tom…"

Tom walked around the group of people to Harry, Narcissa moving away from the man to get to Harry without interruption, "Harry."

Without much thought on it Harry was up and moving to Tom his arms wrapping around him and a silent sob came from him, which had Narcissa wanting to comfort her adopted son. One of Tom's hands buried into Harry's soft long strands of hair and the other rested gently between his shoulder blades as Harry buried his chest into the Dark Lord's chest, searching for that warm safety and knowing that he was truly there. Tom shifted them as Mrs. Delacour moved over on the couch, allowing the Dark Lord and Harry to sit on the couch. Harry immediately shifted to curl up in his lap and Tom sighed, but otherwise did not say much on it.

"It seems his need for your presence was worse than I thought," Mrs. Delacour said as Narcissa and Lucius transfigured some chairs into existence before sitting.

Mr. Delacour sat down in the chair he'd vacated a while ago, "Well dear, his race is significantly different from your own. It was hard discerning the level of his need for his mate."

Tom stayed silent and just listened as he simply held Harry trying to not show to much outward affection even though his dragon wanted to smother his mate with it. He felt extremely possessive over his little dragon, something that had been a, niggle in the back of his mind, had grown to a roaring fire. It could even be considered as over protective and it probably stemmed from the fact his younger mate was heavy with his offspring. Tom was not going to allow Harry out of his sight for some time to come.

"That is true, Mr. Black here did say he'd been gone far longer than either are, used too," Mrs. Delacour said.

Tom cleared his throat obviously not liking the fact conversation was going on around him as though he was not there or part of the equation, "There was another reason why you brought me here and I know it wasn't just to bring me and my little dragon back together."

Mr. and Mrs. Delacour chuckled softly, "Believe it or not it was solely because of him, but we would not have gotten permission to bring you here had we not found out from your young mate on certain things that allowed us to make a decision on where we stood with you and your ever growing war."

Tom stiffened and that caused Harry to tense as well, the older male narrowing his eyes on the two, "And what prey tell is your decision?"

"We elect to ally ourselves with you. You can count on the co-operation to the Veela council… the French ministry will fall in line one we get written documentation on the appropriate demands you put in place and what we put in place under reasonable demands."

Tom relaxed significantly and ran gave Harry a light squeeze obviously pleased with this turn of events, "Lucius will be the negotiator between your group and my own. You will hear from us in a few days, once Orion has been tended to and settled in."

Mrs. Delacour smiled, "I expect no less, besides your mate is more important and we can wait."

Tom gave a slight nod, before standing with Harry in his arms, "Well then we must be going."

Harry peaked over at everyone, "Bye everyone… and thanks… for everything…"

They all smiled as Mrs. Delacour answered him, "It is nothing Harry…It is the best I could do to help my daughter's dear friend out and that same exact friend who'd protected my daughter in the tournament."

Harry blushed and hid his face as he heard several people in the room chuckle, before a crack of apparition was heard and the nauseating feeling of traveling over a great distance in a matter of seconds hit him hard. Harry groaned, which Tom tightened his hold on him before moving to go to his room with his delicate bundle. Harry shivered at the walking sway of Tom's gait, he clung to the man silently until he was sat down on the bed. Tom let him go and immediately took a look at the cuffs still around his lover's wrists and ankles.

His fingers ran over each one as Tom read what the runes on the cuffs said. Once finished he pinched the bridge of nose before standing again and turning to leave. Harry reached out and grabbed ahold of his robes stopping Tom in his tracks. Tom looked down at Harry who still sat one the bed, but it looked like he didn't want to be left alone. Sighing Tom scooped him up and carried him to the library where he'd been about to head to, to figure out how to get the cuffs off. Harry let a smile slip onto his face as Tom carried him, when they came into the library he was sat down on a chair while Tom waved his wand looking for rune books that could help him out. If he could not find what he was looking for then he planned to create something to counter the rune spells so Harry could be released.

"I missed you," Harry murmured softly.

Tom paused and looked at him before sighing as he walked back over to Harry and pulled him into a hug, "I missed you to Harry…" His hand rested on Harry's stomach and he smiled at him.

Harry giggled softly before Tom went back to looking for the way to remove the cuffs when Harry remembered Severus and the others, "Tom… did Severus ever make it back? Or my friends?"

"Severus and your friends are safe… however their conditions very. Severus is in critical condition at the moment, while your friends only suffered minor broken bones or cuts and scrapes with some bruising," He informed his lover as he glanced over at him every now and again from the books before him.

Harry's eyes went wide in complete and utter shock, "What happened to Severus?"

"He was attacked by Dumbledore it seems. His cover was blown before the attack and how it happened, remains to be seen, but Severus and you will no longer be attending Hogwarts. However as Orion you will be safer at the ministry not only because I now have several Death Eaters there, but starting tomorrow I will also be there more often," He said looking over at Harry as his hands rested on the table before him to support his weight as he leaned over the old tomes before him.

"Do you think there was a leek of information?" Harry asked.

"Yes, actually… and the funny thing it had been you, who'd been the breech. Your mind is still heavily warded even with those cuffs on you which is rare. Those shields on your mind were placed there before the incident occurred and the cuffs cannot affect the magic there. Making them an almost natural shield build in your mind, keeping any and all information safe. Now as to how that happened I am at a loss, unless someone placed them there knowing that the cuffs would be placed upon your person beforehand… the question is who, or what did it?" He paused a moment before going into deep thought, "Now back to the topic of the leak… I think a certain rat is behind it. I haven't seen hide nor hair of that filthy rat since the day I was resurrected."

Harry growled, "Pettigrew… That fat rat bastard… he's the reason Sirius is always being hunted… he should be the one given the Dementors 'Kiss' not Sirius."

Tom chuckled, "If indeed it is him he better keep hidden or he will be subjected to the Dementors 'Kiss' rather swiftly… after clearing your Godfathers name first of course."

Harry beamed brightly at him and Tom answered it back with a smile of his own before returning to the books, "Now back to the task at hand… those cuffs are made up of some rather old runes. It will be hard to find the counter runes to deactivate them, if I can't do that then I'll move onto plan B… which will be determined on my mood and patience… either they will be removed by invented spells or I will find a way to cut the damnedable things off."

Harry chuckled, "If anyone can figure a way to get them off of me then it is quite frankly you, Tom."

Tom smirked, but didn't look back over at him as he flipped through some parchment pages, "Of course I am a genius after all."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Over confident prick."

Tom quirked a brow at him, "Really now Harry… I thought you rather liked my prick."

Harry blinked, "Oh. My. Merlin. You actually made a joking innuendo out of that…"

Tom chuckled as Harry's laughed filled the room, glad to hear the melodious sound of his mate's voice after being gone for so long. Harry got up from his seat and started down the many rows of books in the library Tom had in the mansion. He thought that since he was bored and waiting for Tom's help, he'd probably need to read to keep himself occupied until his magic was unbound. He looked over at Tom, just now realizing Tom had dropped his glamour at some point to show off his dragon heritage. Harry felt a warmth flutter within his chest and he found himself purring only to hear an answering chuckle at Harry's purr. Harry shook his head and skimmed the books till he came upon what looked to be some sort of old tome that hadn't been touched in ages. Seeing as the spine looked old and about to fall apart if one was not careful with it, yet it held strong even as Harry removed it from its shelf in the dark corner it had been stuffed in.

Humming in thought Harry walked back out into the sitting area and curled up in his seat to read the rather old tome. Harry blinked when he saw the strange words on the page and his eyes widened when he found he could read it. As he did so however he realized that the book was the language of dragons. Harry gasped and Tom paused what he was doing and looked at him. A smile lit Harry's face as he enthusiastically started to read.

"Tom you didn't tell me you had a book in the dragon's tongue!" He exclaimed as he looked up and over at him.

Tom had a confused look on his face, "I was unaware that I even had one."

Harry got back up and placed the book on the table, "See?"

Tom blinked down at the book and look more then a bit flabbergasted at what he saw there, "Where did you find this?" He asked as he looked at the cover of the book and the old binding.

"In the corner back there," Harry pointed to a corner towards the back of the library.

"To be honest I do not remember this book ever being here…it's possible it was here before I occupied the house," He hummed in thought before handing the book back to Harry so he could finish his task.

Harry took it without a word, even though he could tell the book greatly interested Tom and he wanted to read it too, but he was more so focused on helping Harry out of his cuffs then wanting to read the book. Harry chuckled and sat down, flipping the pages slowly as he read the book before him. It was a more detailed story of their race and spoke of the dragons that roamed the world they live in and how much more special they were then dragons they now knew. Harry was so into the stories and hymns and depictions that he didn't notice Tom straightening and walking over to him, until Tom was grabbing his hands gently.

"Harry… I found a way to get the cuffs off," He said to him.

Harry nodded and closed the book to set it aside, "Okay… so how will you do it?"

Tom smirked, "The incantation I found should negate the cuff's spells, even the locking spell that keeps them in place on your person."

"Brilliant!" Harry announced loudly.

Tom chuckled and had Harry lay on the table so as to make it easier to concentrate on the cuffs on his wrists and ankles one at a time. He felt rather uncomfortable though mostly because of his current physical issue, however Harry bit his tongue and kept quiet. Harry knew when the cuffs abilities had been nullified, mostly because the rush of his own magic made him dizzy and a bit nauseous. Harry blinked rapidly when the magic in the air blinded him briefly. After a moment Harry felt overwhelming relief flood through him and his eyes watered even as a wide smile flitted across his lips. Tom helped him back up and soon found his lips encased in his.

The kiss was passionate and seeking, almost as though Tom was afraid the younger would disappear at any given moment. He pulled away and placed their foreheads together, before Harry felt a large warm hand on his stomach and a thumb gently rubbing the cloth over it. Harry laughed a watery laugh as Tom sighed. A soft thump against his palm let him know that their baby was relieved as well. This caused Harry and Tom to both chuckled as Tom leaned down and nuzzled his stomach as he sat on the table before Tom.

"I missed you…" Harry said softly as Tom tilted his head slightly to stare up at him.

"Would have had you out sooner, but we had a breech in the ranks. Dumbledore moved you before we could act. Then it took time to track do where you were… we still hadn't pinned a location until Severus was welcomed back and a few… allies within the Aurors also helped greatly. If it wasn't for the one Auror, Severus would have been killed and you would have been stuck there with no way out. However we were fortunate that these… Unknown assailants had been able to break you out and get you to safety, even if they did lose you somewhere along the way," Tom sighed as he stayed leaned against his stomach, "I'm glad, however, that someone found you and brought you back to me safely."

Harry gently ran his fingers through Tom's hair silently as they just stayed there. Harry felt woozy still, probably because he'd been without his magic for several weeks. Tom's own magic however was probably the largest factor. He'd been away from that dark seductive magic for far too long and it wrapped around him like a dark blanket of protection. He felt like he was on the verge of purring happily until he felt it. Multiple appearances of magic around the outside of the Mansion, Harry's sudden tension was the only warning Tom got until the wards around the house fell swiftly. Tom was up before Harry could figure out what in the blazes was going on. He was now off the table and pressed up against Tom's side and Tom's wand was out and pointing at a hooded figure that hadn't been there before. A growl was on Tom's lips as well as a very dragon like hiss as the hooded figure stood silently.

Harry peered at the other figure from Tom's side, as several other figures walked into the room slowly and silently. Harry's hands tightened on Tom's robes, but as they stood there Harry heard a low hum from the other hooded figures and soft singing filled the air. Harry barely recognized the song being sung. Only because he'd read about it not that long ago, before Tom released his cuffs. Tom's body which was tense, slowly started to show signs of relaxing and he was using all the effort he could himself, trying to not give in to the old elvish song that the elves used to sooth the dragon within hybrids. Often the song was used to put hybrids to sleep in order to calm them down or to subdue them.

Tom collapsed to the floor bringing Harry with him. Harry held on to Tom, fighting the song more than Tom was mostly because Harry knew what it did and he didn't want to be separated again from Tom. They'd just been brought together again. However, something told him they wouldn't separate them. The shock he'd seen in their auras that Tom was the same as Harry had only been momentary, because Tom hadn't been wearing his glamour. Harry felt extremely weak now and Tom was currently passed out and pressed against him. Harry held onto him tightly and growled softly as the silent hooded figure approached him and Tom's sleeping form.

The figure knelt down as Harry fought the affects off the best he could, "Sleep little one… you are safe as is your mate… when you wake. It will be in a place much safer than the nest you have both made for yourselves."

"Who… are you?" Harry felt himself starting to lean against the table leg for support now.

"Friends…" Was the only word he got out of the person, before he too followed Tom into the land of dreams.

Next Chapter- The Burning Ones

≷• ܫ•≶ -Nyan

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