Old Souls

A/N: And Barak's chapter again! Now we get to see what he had been doing for the three years I time skipped for him. Myrddin I skipped six years so… yeah, I know it was a bit excessive but I really did not feel like writing out just what happened during his time as a Slave (Some of it will be revealed later on in the story). Now, onto the story!

Chapter Song: King's and Queen's and Vagabonds - by Ellem

Restless Souls In The Desert Sand

Barak was little surprised when the king of Balbadd passed away. He had been sick for quite some time and had even let Alibaba know that he expected to die. What had surprised him was the uprising that happened not too long afterward. The purple haired boy had watched in some kind of detached horror as the group of thieves broke into the Palace and set it alight. The then ten-year-old had been outside with his combat instructor when the raid had happened and had almost died when one of the men had slashed his back open with a large knife after Barak tried to protect his downed instructor.

The boy had woken up four days later in the infirmary and had been restricted to bed rest for a week and a half afterward as the wound had just missed his backbone by a scant few centimeters and had almost crippled him if not outright killed him. It was then that Alibaba had come to tell him that he was leaving after a particularly harsh argument with his eldest brother, and as Barak would later discover finding out that Alibaba's old friend/brother from the slums had been the one to lead the raid. Oh, The new king did not know that but Alibaba had gone and confronted the boy/man and had decided to leave not long after.

The purple haired boy had then smacked the elder boy on top of the head and told him that he was not leaving him in the gods be damned palace by himself, he did not think he could put up with King Piggys rule on his own. After pointing out that the man may just toss him out anyway Alibaba had let him follow him after he left. It was a good thing he did too, as Alibaba had forgotten to grab any sort of money when he had left and ended up destitute in a week. Yes, Barak had laughed himself hoarse after finding that out before showing Alibaba the rather large amount of coins that the younger boy had been saving for quite a while. He had also told Alibaba that he, Barak, was the one who was going to hold onto the money as the blond did not know the meaning of being frugal. Sure at one point, he may have known how to save money when he lived in the slums but after some years in the palace he had forgotten most of it and it would take a while to remember everything.

The two, however, knew that the money would not last them forever and had quickly gone about looking for jobs. Alibaba as the oldest one was hired more quickly that Barak (Tho, that could be because the Plum haired boy had refused to work as a male prostitute. Seriously he did not even know that that was a profession! Not to mention he was still a Kid, man some people were messed up.) as a cart driver while the younger boy had to spend a longer time looking for work that was not against his, admittedly few, morals. Eventually, he settled for a job as a courier that ran messages from town to town. It paid well and he was light enough on his feet that it was hard to catch him, making him perfect to run medium security posts from town to town.

And so the years past.

The first year of there living on their own they broke about even for the amount of money they spent and made so they still had a bit of a nest egg (as Hermione once put it.) put away for a rainy day. They celebrated their birthdays with some cheer but mostly it was a somber affair with Alibaba's being the only one that he had ever had both parents being gone and Barak's as a reminder that he was on his own truly now. Nothing much happened during that first year.

The second year was scarcely any better though Barak had actually developed something of an information ring quite by accident. It was a little odd but he made quite a bit of good money by selling accurate info to the city guards post in each town about every black market deal he hears about. This has the happy circumstances that it lowers the number of slavers around the oasis's that he stops at. Alibaba also turns out to be spectacularly good at sucking up to important people and has become one of the best-paid cart drivers because of it. Yes, Barak teased him endlessly for his brownnosing. The birthdays they have that year are rather nice, tho Barak does end up almost breaking Alibaba's nose for trying to take him to a brothel. Which he ends up taking Alibaba to for his birthday, while he spends time getting dirt from the girls about everyone important and some not so important Alibaba spends the night getting his spine amongst other things rearranged by a rather muscular woman. Yes, Barak never forgets it and tends to bring it up at inopportune moments. He is well aware that he is turning into quite the sadistic individual, but oh well he has to have some kind of hobby!

The third year of there self-exile things get a bit interesting for the two near the end of the year. They had already had their respective birthdays with Barak turning thirteen and getting some new swords as his old practice ones were used almost to the breaking point. The newly turned thirteen year old nearly brakes the blonds ribs as he looks at the duel Shamshir that fit perfectly in his now rather slim but long-fingered hands. Alibaba gets a rather nice woman that Barak charmed into showing the older male a really good time, though he may have let slip that the other boy had bad experiences in brothels to the rather pretty woman. It is reaching the end of the year when another boy comes into their lives. A rather odd boy at that.

"So wait, you're telling me that you almost got eaten by a giant carnivorous plant and I missed it?!" Barak howls with laughter as the blond flushes and the blue-haired boy that he had brought with him giggles.

"Oh, you are an ass you know that right?!" Alibaba hisses at the still cackling teen. "Fucking sadist!" he turns around and glares at the youngest boy who had let that part slip. The ten-year-old just giggles a bit more.

"Oh, Solomon I needed that! *Snigger* Anyway who is this you brought with you? You never introduced him." Barak turns and looks at the youngest with a slight smile still on his face. "Hello, as Alibaba is ignoring me right now I guess I'll have to introduce myself. My name is Barak what's yours?" he asked as he took in the smaller boy letting his eyes linger on the flute that had an interesting pentagram carved into it. The boy smiled brightly back before answering.

"My name is Aladdin, Mr. Barak! And this is Ugo!" He held up the flute to the older boys face making Barak back up some to take a look at it. His brows furrowed and he glanced at Alibaba with one raised asking just what the hell was going on only to get a slightly evil smile back.

"You might want to introduce Ugo to Barak personally. I don't think he gets it Aladdin." The golden-haired boy said with a malicious smile on his face. That was right about when Aladdin blew into the flute and Barak screamed.

"What In The Fucking Blue Hell Is That?!"

Needless to say, it was an interesting day.

The next one though took the cake. As they get ready to head into the dungeon Barak loses sight of Alibaba and Aladdin for one second and they start to cause trouble. The purple haired teen is already on edge having to go into what he knows is a deathtrap but also knows that it may just be the only way to save Balbadd and pay back the debt he owes the previous king. So when he sees Aladdin fucking with the fat man that makes the wine for the Lord Jamil (Who Barak is thankful he has never met. He's heard things about the man and none of it is good.) he is just about ready to blow his top when he looks up to catch sight of someone he has only seen in his dreams.

Taking in the white messy hair that spikes around the boy's sharp face and hangs down his back in a long wavy tail along with the angular aqua eyes that look slightly bemused at the scene happening in front of him Barak freezes. Hermione or rather the boy that had once been Hermione happens to look up at that moment and two pairs of eyes lock for the first time in this lifetime. Gold stair into Aqua and time for a moment stands still.

Then the fat man begins to start shouting for the guards and Barak has to fight down the sudden urge to eviscerate the man before he is being pulled along with Alibaba and Aladdin. He never once looks away from the white-haired boy however until he can no longer see him.

He will find him again. He has to.

He promised himself that he will free the other boy, for he had seen the collar around his neck. No one was allowed to harm what was his and he was most certainly his.

Gold eyes narrow as Ugo is summoned by Aladdin and picks up the boys heading quickly to the large dungeon situated in the middle of the city.

Deep in Barak's soul the piece of Harry Potter that guarded his friends like a dragon its treasure woke up fully and latched onto the one person who had put him first for the first time he could remember. No, he was not allowing the other boy to stay a slave under that despicable Lord.

He would sooner see the man dead.

By the end of it, he might just be.

A/N: Ok, this was the longest chapter of this particular story. I did not mean for it to be this long but I had to cover a lot of things in it. Yes, Harry/Barak is very protective of his friends but he is even more protective of Hermione/Myrddin. He is also quite dragon like in his way of guarding what he considers his. Mostly his horde of treasure is of people though. Now we are at the start of the Magi timeline. I hope you have liked this chapter and I will put out the next as soon as I can! Thank you for reading and please favorite and review!