Hello again! Well this is just continuing with more of Daralis' history. The next chapter is when things start to take action so keep reading! Enjoy!
It seemed as if the entire world froze in its place. One minute James was falling, the next…he had two large white feathered wings supporting his weight and gently carrying him down. Everyone watched in amazement as James' hair grew half a foot and his body stretched. Severus was on his feet next to Lucius, simply speechless.
"Are those….wings?" Lucius asked.
"Potter has wings? Well, I'm rather not surprised. He is indeed powerful enough to have the ability to summon wings." Severus scoffed. Lucius felt his heart sink. Why wasn't James getting up and laughing? Why was he just lying there, almost...lifeless?
After regaining her thoughts, Madam Hooch soared across the field on her broom to get to James. The moment her feet touched the ground, she tossed the broom to the side and knelt next to the young raven. The white haired women rolled him to his back and placed her index finger and middle finger on the pulse point under his ear. The entire crowd was quiet, waiting for some kind of response. The witch slowly brought her hand away from his neck and to her heart. Lucius felt himself shaking in anticipation. A simple fall couldn't kill the renowned James Potter, right?
'Please don't take him away from me.' The platinum blonde begged to some unknown force. His eyes never left the sight on the field, medical witches appearing from St. Mungos and Madam Pomfrey scurrying around trying to get the others to gently pick the young wizard up without ruffling his new wings. Lucius darted from the stands, trailing behind them. Once in the infirmary, James was placed on a bed and the curtain was drawn by a medi-witch. Lucius could only stare as the off-white fabric swallowed up the scene before him. He felt the bubbling of a scream in his throat when a comforting hand was placed on his shoulder. Glancing from the corner of his stormy gray eyes, he saw a thin young man with an angular face and dirty blonde hair.
"It'll be okay, Lucius. James is strong. Something like this couldn't bring him down." Remus explained with a comforting smile on his face. Another wizard walked in from the main hall.
"Yeah, so go ahead and retreat back to the snake pit. Snape is waiting for you in the hallway anyways. He'll be fine." Sirius added as he walked passed and tapped Poppy on her shoulder. The elderly witch turned and allowed for Sirius to go behind the curtain. Sighing, Lucius looked back to Remus and nodded.
"Just go and rest Lucius. Trust us, James will be fine. I've seen him battle things worse than a fall from a broom." Lupin said, smiling. The blonde nodded again and walked into the halls to meet up with his brother in all but blood.
Remus watched him leave before he went to join Sirius. His soft hazel eyes looked over his friend lying pale and helpless in the bed. A dark burgundy quilt had been pulled up to cover him up to his waist. He was still in his quidditch uniform; the shirt obviously tattered in the back from the force that the wings had sprouted out with. Said wings were still visible, lying limp against the bed spread.
"How is he, Madam Pomfrey?" The brunette haired woman sighed as she finished helping the other young man move another chair over for the blonde.
"He's stable at the very least, but his heart rate is very low. I believe it has to do with him not mating yet. Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin…James is dying." She explained. Sirius heard Remus' sharp intake of breath and looked back at his friend. His eyes held tears and he could almost see him beginning to shake. They took in his new appearance. His long locks of charcoal black were free around his shoulders and his body was still exposing his true strength. Poppy waved her wand over the young wizard. Sirius and Remus watched as his true form was enveloped in the body they were used to.
"I think he would appreciate it if I restored his glamour he's worked rather hard to keep." She explained.
"Madam Pomfrey, do you mind leaving us for a few minutes please?" She nodded and headed back into her small office. Sirius sat in one of the infirmary chairs and tugged on the dirty blonde's hand. Remus glanced down and blinked, tears falling free. The greasy haired raven opened his arms and pulled his friend into his lap. Remus sobbed freely into his boyfriend's school cloak.
"It'll be okay, Moony." Sirius cooed.
"But Sirius, Malfoy will never accept James. We're going to lose him and…" Remus started but was interrupted by a soft pair of lip skimming against his own pink flesh.
"Please calm down, love. Prongs will be fine. He's just not feeling well at the moment. I'm sure the Malfoy will realize he's being a bastard for making James wait this long and finally admit he's in love. I mean have you seen the way they look at each. Malfoy practically looks like he's going to jump James' bones. I bet it's his dumb 'Malfoy Pride' that is the only thing keeping him back." Sirius smiled as Remus stopped crying.
"I just don't want to lose him." Remus said.
"I don't either, love. I don't either." He replied and pulled his boyfriend tight against his chest.
"So, when were you two planning on tell me you got together?" A voice asked from the bed. Instantly, Remus stood from his seat on Sirius' lap and began scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. Sirius handed James his wired framed glasses with a smile.
"We were going to tell you, but then the veela situation showed up and you were busy learning what to do, and Lucius was giving you problems, so we were giving you our support, and…" The werewolf ranted until he was once again pulled down onto Sirius' lap and his mouth was ravished by the other's. Pulling away, Remus' face had turned a bright crimson.
"Well, now you know. Do you have any objections?" James shook his head and began to laugh. Suddenly, he grabbed his side and hissed in pain. Remus jumped up and was immediately at his friend's side, Sirius following his every step.
"Are you okay, James?" Sirius asked. James let out an airy sigh as he relaxed back into the bed.
"My entire back hurts. All I remember is catching the snitch and falling…and then nothing, just waking up to see you two snogging." He explained. Remus and Sirius shared a look. How could they tell him about the wings still visibly sprouting from his back? The greasy haired raven moved his boyfriend back over to one of the plastic clinic chairs while he took a seat on the edge of the bed. Clearing his throat, he looked James in the eye.
"As you remember, you had reached out for the snitch and Bedlington gave you an extra push which led to you falling from your broom. Well, Madam Hooch immediately tried to help you. She was clearly going to make it in time when something made her stop. Why don't you pat yourself on the back?" James was taken aback by the order. With a look of confusion, James reached his arm over his shoulder and proceeded to touch his shoulder blade. He gasped when his fingertips didn't meet soft skin stretched over bone and muscle. Instead, he felt a hard spine covered in small feathers that grew larger as his hand moved further down. James gently caressed the feathery objects before he started grasping and pulling at them, trying to see if they were actually real. Remus and Sirius watched with identical expressions of desolation. Suddenly, James ripped back the blankets and darted across the room to reach the floor length mirror. His mouth dropped open in shock. Two large angelic wings stood out from his now destroyed quidditch uniform. The raven ripped the remaining fabric of his shirt off and turned enough to see exactly where the feather met his skin. He focused on trying to extend them. They moved slowly due to it being their first time free. His wings spread to be about ten feet from tip to tip. Sighing, he pulled them to his back and turned to his friends. Sirius stood and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you know why they showed?" Remus asked, still sitting on the other side of the room. James shook his head.
"No, I didn't even know that veelas could have wings. It seems like I'll be spending time in the library again." They all turned their attention to Madam Pomfrey as she walked into the room.
"I suggest that you three hurry and head back to the Gryffindor common rooms. Curfew is only half an hour away." She explained. The young men nodded, Sirius waving his hand to beckon his boyfriend to his side. James turned back to the mirror and stared. He had wings….large, pure white wings emerging from his shoulder blades.
"Are you coming?" The werewolf had turned back to ask. The raven looked up, startled.
"Yea…I'm coming." He replied. James sighed as he picked up the pieces of his quidditch jersey and placed them in a trash bin. He felt awkward roaming around the school halls half nude. Sirius laughed at his friend's uncomfortable expression. Remus only shook his head in dismay. It had been too warm to wear a cloak earlier; therefore he didn't have one to offer his friend. Black and Lupin took to walking in front of James, while he traveled a bit behind. It was when they turned the corner that they found trouble. Remus walked directly into one Severus Snape who was always in the company of Lucius Malfoy.
"Watch where you are treading, Lupin." Severus said through clenched teeth. Lucius was staring off, barely paying any attention until his brother in all but blood subtly jabbed his side. Looking up, he noticed a half dressed James Potter standing behind his friends with his newly acquired wings folded against his back. His fingers twitched in anticipation. The long expanse of honey golden skin was calling out for him to lick and nip, a pair of dusky nipples screaming to be suckled, and he could imagine it would be even better without the other under his intricate web of glamour charms. The blonde could only imagine his mate's true face drowned in pleasure while he begged for more. This had to stop. He had to tell him.
"James, may I have a word with you?" Lucius asked politely, gesturing with his hand that they would part from the group. Sirius went to open his mouth, but Remus squeezed his wrist in warning. James looked from his friends to his mate and nodded his head. The animagus and werewolf parted so that Malfoy could get to James. Taking the smaller one's hand, Lucius steered them towards an empty class by the dungeons. After he had stepped into the room, he placed a locking and silencing charm on the room. Once settled inside, Lucius could only stare.
"Will you please drop your glamour charms?" The aristocrat asked. James cocked his head to the side before doing what he had been asked. After all, how could he say no to his mate? With a wave of his hand, James' shaggy black hair fell just below his shoulders in thick waves, he grew another four inches, his skin glimmered in the moon light, and his hazel eyes suddenly faded away and revealed a gorgeous emerald green. He looked purely angelic, the wings just added to the quality. James couldn't stand just sitting there. He yearned to touch the other, to let him claim his slender body. James leaned back against one of the tables. Lucius took a step forward, smirking when James didn't even flinch. He continued to move closer, until there were only a few inches separating their bodies. Reaching out, the platinum blonde plucked the wire framed glasses from the other's face.
"As I recall, these aren't necessary." The blonde said. The veela smiled.
"Not at all, they're merely a prop." He responded.
"I haven't been quite honest with you James. I haven't even been honest with myself. You see, I've found myself attracted to you in ways I can't control. Since I'm your mate, we both know that it's not the veela allure causing this either. I wish to extend to you an invitation…to be my lover." Malfoy explained.
"You really want to mate with me? I thought you…" James started. Lucius placed a finger on the raven's lips to hush him.
"I don't wish to simply mate with you, I wish to claim you, make love to you. And no, I'm not doing this because you're clearly dying. I want this, James."
"How did you know that? I mean, my friends just found out earlier." James inquired.
"I can feel it. I can feel the pain you do now, like a gaping hole weighing heavy in my chest. I can feel it because I finally accepted that I love you, James." The raven's eyes widened.
"Well, come over here and prove it." The veela said with a seductive grin.
"Gladly," Lucius whispered as he pulled the other into a passion filled kiss.
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"We obviously know what happened after that night considering I'm sitting here and Dad didn't die later that year." Daralis finished. Harry was stunned, but still confused.
"But, what happened after that? If Father mated with James, then how did Potter's mom get pulled in? I mean, Pot—Harry is her and James' son." Draco said, taking the words right out of Harry's mouth.
"Well, later that year, Lucius was forced not only into a marriage with Narcissa Black by his parent's decision, but he was also forced to don the Dark Mark." Subconsciously, Lucius fingered his left forearm.
"James and Lucius agreed that it wouldn't tear them apart no matter what. It was before graduation that James began to experience morning sickness. He knew he couldn't tell Sirius or Remus, so he turned to his only female friend…Lily Evans. She immediately identified it as a sign of pregnancy, but as a precaution, they made a trip to Madam Pomfrey. There she explained how a male pregnancy is rare and only caused from true love." Harry watched as Lucius smiled fondly at the woman before him. Severus had transfigured an extra chair so he could sit next to his loved one.
"Graduation finally passed. And seven months later, James would produce a daughter with blonde hair and blue eyes. Lucius spent as much time as he could with his mate without making his new wife suspicious, claiming he was doing work for the Dark Lord. It went like this for five years. James had asked Lily to help him raise his daughter, for he was somewhat clueless as to what went into care taking. The little girl had grown and clearly showed signs of being an extremely talented witch. One day, Lucius arrived at his mate's house in distress."
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"Hurry James, hide Daralis! The Dark Lord is coming!" Before James could even move a muscle, the front door was blasted from its hinges. In came a man with sickly skin and a snake-like face wearing a long black cloak. James stood, his young daughter pulled tight against his chest. With his free hand, he pulled his wand from his pant pocket and readied himself into a defensive state.
"You think you're brave enough to defeat me? I'll have to fix that." He whipped out his wand and aimed it directly at the James' chest. Shouting the Cruciatus curse, James fell to his knees, but fired back. Lucius searched his robes for his wand, not finding it; he began throwing anything he could at his supposed Lord. Voldemort shouted and release his hold on James when a lamp suddenly made contact with his skull. James stood and threw several cutting hexes at the man. Lucius ducked out of the way as the Dark Lord had quickly placed a shield around his self to deflect any items thrown. Turning his attention back to James, he smiled as the man gently placed his daughter on the ground to get his advantage back. Unfortunately as he went to stand up, he felt a piercing pain slap his back. His entire body fell to the ground, stunned. He could hear his daughter cry as the man moved closer.
"No!" Lucius cried. Voldemort quickly flung a binding spell back. The blonde suddenly found himself entangled in several strands of thickly braided rope. Both men could only watch as the small girl was throw over his shoulder and carried away.
"Thank you for donating your lovely daughter as an apprentice. She'll be a fine addition." Voldemort laughed manically as he disappareted on spot.
….
"It was from there I was taken. Voldemort soon began to dish out a strict punishment on Lucius for his disobedient behavior. He couldn't leave his own home without the Dark Lord knowing when and where he was going. This caused for a lack of interaction between James and himself. They were still able to firecall one another, but rarely due to Lady Malfoy's presence." Daralis said while her fingers absently twisted the ends of her hair.
"The months began to fly by. I remember only a little of being five and such in Voldemort's lair. Every day I was trained on how exactly I should flick my wrist with certain spells. Potion brewing was a must. I soon excelled in the subject. I never asked where my family was. I just locked away the memory of my two fathers so if I ever met them again, I would know. He was so enthused with my advancement he kept teaching me, and teaching me. He wanted me to become his apprentice as the Dark Lord. In case he fell, I was to rise. Well, I had other plans. I would learn and train only to escape when I finally got the chance. I was surprised when he brought me to a Death Eater's meeting. All these men in woman were draped in dark robes and masks. They bent to his every demand. He was planning a raid of some type on this small family as soon as he had enough power. I missed who he was talking about, but a tall man stepped forward. He lowered his mask and all I saw was a reflection of my own face. I clawed my arms in an attempt not to run to his side. My father was a Death Eater. I was so mad when I found out, but he seemed not to behave like the others. He asked a few questions about what they would need to do for him. Voldemort answered and they were sent off. The Dark Lord stood from his throne and knelt next to me and said, 'That will be where you stand one day, only you will be my right hand lady.' I could only nod."
"Due to his status, Lucius was urged to have an heir. He was hesitant to have another child, and especially with someone who wasn't his soul mate." She explained.
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Three years had passed. It was late, almost three in the morning when James heard a soft voice calling his name. The warmth in his heart told him who it was immediately.
"Lucius? The raven haired veela called out. Stepping into the living area, James sank to his knees in front of the fire.
"James, it's so nice to see you well." The blonde replied.
"I miss you, Luc. I don't know what to do with myself anymore." The raven said, laughing cruelly to himself.
"You'll need to be strong for me, Love. I miss you too. I really need to inform you that, by request of my Father, I have to produce an heir." Lucius swallowed hard as James' smiling face fell.
"Now, James, please listen. I don't wish to have a child with the bitch of a woman. I wish to hold you again and forever, but under these circumstances, I cannot. I..." James held up a hand to silence him.
"Lucius, I do understand. As a pureblood, it is your duty to carry on your lineage. Unless we can find...Daralis," James took a deep breath, "you will need to have an heir. Please Lucius, have your heir. I don't want to be the reason you cannot remain attached to your family." The blond felt a cold hand grip his heart as tears fell freely down the raven's soft cheeks and glistened from the fire.
"I just find it ironic. I was going to ask you something along the same lines. Lily wants a child. I offered to be the father for her, but not in the means of a physical relationship. She agreed to take part in an insemination spell. I want her to be happy with a child, Luc. Is that okay?" He asked, wiping his tears.
"It's perfectly fine, Love. I want you to be happy. It makes me incredibly joyous knowing you are saving your body for me only. I'm sorry I cannot do the same for you." He responded.
"I love you, Lucius. I really do. I hope the day will come where we can hold each other once more."
"As do I, James. I love you so much." With that, they ended their firecall. James fell back and pulled his knees to his chest, silent tears escaping from his green orbs.
A sad little ending, I know, but it's worth it! Keep on the look out for the next chapter. Review please? Just so I'll know someone is actually reading this...