A/N: I know this is pretty boring, but it's rather necessary to the plot and I think it explains at least a bit. Everything will be clear eventually, so bare with me please?

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Time change, character change

Observations

o0o0o0Dream sequence 0o0o0o0

The War of Lemuria and the Prince of Avalon

Chap. 7-The Forgotten Ones

"Ninavah?"

"Yes brother?"

"I'm worried."

The beautiful young woman paused, and her black hair shimmered in the moonlight as she turned to face him.

"Worried?"

"Yes." He sat on the ledge of their balcony, 50 feet above the ground, waiting for her response. Ninavah's eyes sparkled, and she spoke softly.

"What has you worried, my brother? It's not like you."

"It's Draconius."

She gasped and quickly strode to his side, her nimble feet not making a sound on the hardwood floor.

"Why?" Her voice whispered across the balcony like a light breeze on a summer night.

"I believe he is breaking." He paused, aware of his sister's intense gaze, and lightly leapt of the edge and onto the floor. He resumed speaking as he began to pace.

"The ice around him thickens, and I fear it shall consume him before his birthday. The ice will kill him long before he learns that he can control it, and if it doesn't I'm sure that Voldemort will."

"The poor childe…"

"There's more Nin. I think…Oh I dread to think it. But…I was in the room of Lucius this night as well."

"That vile creature?!" The air around the dark-haired beauty warmed, and a breeze blew in from nowhere.

"Be calm, sister. I think the Verros may be salvageable."

"Tchh. That man!? Why would you think such a thing?" she spat.

"Be calm." He glared in her direction, and even as he watched the breeze died down to nothing and the air became cool once again.

"I apologize, my brother. But why would he be worth it?"

"He's regretful. He's in pain. His sanity seems to be returning. He's allowed himself to feel love for his son."

Ninavah was quick, and she latched on to the last part.

"He loves Draco? It's been years since he's allowed himself that emotion…Is this what you dread to think?"

"I couldn't stay long, I felt Voldemort approaching. I didn't have time to delve further into his room. I fear that his Verros side may be attempting to transfer it's mating instincts to his son. I pray that I'm wrong."

"As do I, brother."

"We should contact Severus. I know he is marked by Voldemort now, but he may yet be on our side."

"What of Dumbledore? Isn't Sev as good as marked by him as well?"

"I don't think the old fool is in Sev's good graces right now. But he is Lucius' mate, and Lucius only began to go insane when Voldemort and Narcissa kept them apart. I know Severus, and I know that he really does love Lucius, and especially Draco. If he only knew…but perhaps we can tell him sometime soon, or perhaps he already suspects. Either way, if we can find some sanity in Lucius, then we may be able to convince Sev that he's worth saving. For all their sakes."

"Perhaps. I will speak with our Lost One. Maybe we are not truly forgotten, though I shan't raise my hopes."

"The Forgotten Ones. The name suits us. My question is which race will they take on? Draco is an Ice Prince through inheritance and magical power in his own right, but He also carries the Verros blood of the Malfoy line, and it is strong in him. Maybe strong enough to dominate over the elemental blood. And what of Harry?"

"I have yet to see him. I believe that someone else got there first, but we shall see. I'll watch him this week, and I will make my decision then."

"Yes, sister. I can only hope that it's not too late…"

"The Prince of Ice and the Prince of Avalon…this should be interesting."

"Indeed. I wonder what fate is up to now?"

"Don't question her, brother; she may decide to show you."

Ninavah laughed, a clear happy sound, like hundreds of tinkling little bells, and the stars seemed that much brighter.

"Maybe. It's just…I feel something brewing. Don't you?"

"I do. But all we can do is guide the Lost Ones. We can teach them, train them, help them, and give them advice. But their decisions are their own. If Harry takes after Lily we may have hope. I f he takes after his father we may fear. But if he takes after both, we will have history, whether good or bad is unseen."

"Indeed. And Draconius, little Draco, if he inherits the ice, it may consume his heart. I'm hoping his Verros side will warm it, so that he'll have the compassion of a good Prince, yet the ability to be as cold and hard as his enemies. I just hope that harry isn't one of them. There are few enough of us left, and they can't afford to kill each other."

"I know. But Draco is already aware of his mate, though not enough for anyone to figure out whom it is. I'm hoping his awareness will help him through this, as long as no one interferes."

"That's what worries me. Come Ninavah, let us go to sleep. We can ponder this further tomorrow."

"Yes, brother. Lemuria wakes for no one after all." She smirked.

"The truth. We shall rise with the land, as always."

"Goodnight, brother."

"Goodnight, Nin."

Ninavah smiled softly as her brother closed his door, and as she looked out over the forest, she sighed and whispered a little prayer, carried throughout Lemuria on a small midnight breeze.

"Be safe, my Lost Ones."

A/N: Read and review loves! I live for reviews ^_~ Also, the next chapter is almost done being typed up, so I should have it out in the next week!!! Yay for finally getting this story going again!!