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The Unicorn Prince

Chapter 14: Retrieving Harry

Luna Lovegood's mother died the night she was born, or at least that's what her father told everyone. That was as far from the truth as it's possible to get.

Luna's mother, you see, was in fact, a Unicorn Maiden. She was one of the few lucky Maiden's to find their other half, but unlike most, she couldn't bear to leave her forest.

Mr. Lovegood would have thought his meeting with the beautiful woman nothing more then a dream, if Luna hadn't been born eight and a half months later.

Luna's father raised her as well as any wizard could considering the circumstances, but Luna ha always been a strange child. Her link to the Maidens allowed her to see things differently then others; which was the cause of a lot of teasing.

Luna never really let it bother her, especially after going to Hogwarts and meeting her mother and the other Maidens. It wasn't abnormal to find her sneaking away to meet with her mother and so she wasn't at all surprised to be called upon late in the night. If it meant aiding the Prince, then she'd do anything required of her. If that meant bringing the Prince's guardian to him, then so be it.

The Prince was long gone by the time she reached the infirmary, but she'd been expecting that. His mate was still asleep in the chair next to the bed, and it did surprise the girl to discover the Prince's mate was none other then Draco Malfoy. How could she miss him with hair like that, not many people had hair quite that shade, only slightly darker then her own locks?

An energetic ball of bright yellow feathers kept pelting the slumbering Slytherin in an unsuccessful attempt to awaken him.

There were also two bloody forms hanging above the bed, dripping crimson onto the usually spotless sheets. Luna ignored them, for now they were unimportant.

At the moment all that truly mattered was to get the Prince back, without him everything was lost. Compared to the devastation that would befall the earth in the event that the prince was lost, two unimportant casualties were acceptable.

A spell had been cast over the sleeping blond, holding him inside his dreams. Otherwise Luna was sure no one would have been able to take the Prince.

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Draco Malfoy knew he was dreaming, and he was not happy about it. He could tell something was wrong in the waking world, yet no matter how hard he tried he could not wake himself up.

He could feel the sensations he usually associated with having a vision, but no images came to him and it was beginning to give him a headache, even in his sleep.

This suspended state he found himself trapped in was beginning to grate on his nerves….big time. The only thing he could think of that could hold him in such a state for any period of time was a spell. If that was the case Draco was willing to bed Hunter had something to do with it, it was just his style too. Unfortunately he didn't have a clue how to break the spell.

Luckily for him, he didn't have to worry about it for too long, and it was with a rush of jumbled images that Draco was jerked awake. He gasped, staring uncomprehending at the bed in front of him.

The rush of the suppressed images left him weak and in pain, most of which was located in and around his brain. It wasn't surprising, then, that it took a moment for what he was seeing to truly sink in. The bed was empty, and covered in blood.

Harry Potter was missing.

Another drop of blood landed on the bed, and Draco's alarmed gaze climbed up to the people left hanging above the bed and the message waiting for him there.

"Hunter." He whispered, his suspicions confirmed. Oh, sure it didn't exactly ay his name anywhere, but Draco had known him his whole life.

"Yes, and you must hurry, there's not much time." The voice startled Draco and he tried to spin around, only he was still sitting down when he tried and ended up on the floor for his effort.

He didn't even get to see the speaker when he did gain his feat, because as soon as he did stand he found himself with a face-full of feathers. "Bloody Merlin, what-" He groused to no one in particular, drawing his wand to defend himself from the deranged creature.

"No! Don't hurt him!" The voice cried as a hand clamped around his wand arm. Another hand expertly scooped the small bird from the air and Draco was permitted his first view of his attacker, and his rescuer.

"Lovegood?" He asked incredulously, and then focused on the small fowl in her hand. "Is that a Snidget?" He asked in slight awe, and raised his eyes to lock with Luna's blue ones, "What's going on?" He demanded when his previous revelations returned to him, "Where's Potter?"

"You already know where Harry is, Hunter took him. Now come on, we don't have much time. If you don't act now we'll lose him forever."

Draco hesitated, glancing towards the bed and the two forms strung above it, "what about them? Shouldn't 't we…I don't know, do something?"

"Don't' worry about them right now, we don't have time." When he didn't seem convinced by her callous words she rolled her eyes, "Madam Pomphrey will be waking to check on Harry in a few minutes she'll find them then. Now if you please," She gestured towards the door eyeing him down stonily.

"Right….find Potter." He said, unnerved by the strange girl.

Draco followed the petite girl through the halls and onto the grounds silently, but when she turned towards the forbidden forest he thought it prudent he voice his concerns.

"Aren't we going after Potter? I'm sure Hunter wouldn't have taken him into the forest."

Luna answered him without slowing down or turning to look at him, "Well, of course he's not in the forest, Hunter took him to You-Know-Who, he's probably there now. But if you want to reach him in time the fastest way is in the forest."

Draco wasn't so sure of that, but followed her anyway. He, for one, didn't have a clue where Voldemort's current hang-out was, and if Luna thought she could get him there quickly then who was he to object?

"Alright, but how exactly do I reach Potter by way of the forbidden forest?"

"We can help you there" A light voice came to him from somewhere within the forest, speaking directly into his mind. The abrupt connection made Draco start and look around himself for the source. Standing at the edge of the forest was the largest herd of unicorns, headed by a large, almost bulky, horse.

No, it wasn't a horse, Draco had seen pictures of a porlock before, and Hagrid had assigned half sheet of parchment on the creature the year before. Its bluish-grey coat was easily distinguishable from any other horse like creature, as was its size. There was only one type of horse larger, and that was the Pegasus.

Draco's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, "Did you just talk to me?" He asked the silvery creatures, thinking he just might be imagining things.

"Indeed I did young Seer. Are you prepared to rescue the Prince?" The voice came again, though Draco wasn't positive which member of the herd was speaking.

Luna had left his sidewhile that was happening, and now stood with the unicorns, one of whom was nuzzling her affectionately.

"Prince?" Now that sounded rather familiar. "You cant' possibly mean Potter, there's no way he's royalty."

"You might be surprised." This voice, as smooth and rich as Dark chocolate, spoke aloud, "But this can be discussed at a later date with the Prince himself, I'm sure you'll agree. For now, we must hurry." The one speaking had to be the porlock, Draco was almost positive. Though he still was unsure if he was dreaming or not, it certainly seemed like a dream. The dream like quality to the events just continued to escalate as the dark creature knelt in the cool grass and motioned Draco forwards with a shake of his midnight colored mane. "Quickly now!"

Urged on by the creature's dark stare, Draco was mounted on the broad back before he even knew what he was doing. As a Malfoy, Draco had grown up riding any number of horse-like creatures, including the expensive Pegasus, but this was a completely new experience; not many people got to say they rode a porlock after all.

When the stallion was standing once more, Draco found himself towering above everyone else in the vicinity. It was a powerful and exhilarating feeling. The unicorns surrounded them then, creating an unbroken circle around the pair. As one the ethereal creatures bowed and touched their horns to the ground.

The beast Draco was mounted on tensed up, and Draco was sure he knew what it was planning. Didn't the porlock know that he'd crash into the unicorns if he attempted to go anywhere? The horse didn't seem to care about that, and leapt forward. Draco gasped, clenched his eyes shut, and hunched closer to the animal.

Only, they didn't run into anything. No crash took place, the porlock didn't even stumble. In fact, when Draco opened his eyes they weren't in the forest by Hogwarts castle and Draco wasn't even sure he was in Scotland any longer.

The massive black stallion was now cantering down a nicely paved road heading into a landscape riddled with hills Looking around Draco could make out a village stretched out below them, and what looked to be a mansion in the distance. The mansion looked to be where they were headed.

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Getting into the mansion proved a little tricky; Draco had been expecting a guard of some type, sure, but he had assumed it would be Death Eaters.

It wasn't.

When the giant horse stepped under the arch reading 'Riddle Manor' they were instantly surrounded by dementors and hungry threstrals…

"Go on ahead, young one, I'll take care of things here." Obediently, Draco swung down from his perch and dodged between bodies as his companion made a distraction.

Draco cast a Patronus spell to be on the safe side and was soon running next to a silvery figure that darted around him in a protective barrier.

Once he was inside the mansion he paused, now what? He knew Potter was somewhere inside the labyrinth of a house, but he could be in any number of rooms, including whichever room Lord Voldemort currently resided in.

Draco was in no particular hurry to meet the Dark Lord.

How was he supposed to find, let alone 'rescue' Harry Potter without alerting the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord to his presence? It was a difficult situation he now found himself in, and he was pretty sure it was an impossible task.

Yet, he knew he'd be trying anyway, whether he liked it or not. Which, by the way, was something he definitely did not want to do? What did he look like, a bloody Gryffindor?

He didn't have time to wait; everyone's urgency had started affecting him as well and was making him very edgy.

With a quick glance around to ensure he hadn't been spotted, he laid his wand flat across his left palm and whispered, "Point me." It was a tricky sort of spell mainly because you had to think of what you wanted to find while casting the spell. One wrong thought and he could very easily find himself entertaining Lord Voldemort, and not his little Gryffindor Monimos.

Hopefully he'd done it correctly.

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Hunter stood in one of the upstairs rooms watching from the window as his little brother snuck inside the manor. A brief image of Draco facing off with their father inside the very room in which he stood flitted through his mind and a feral smile curved his lips.

He turned from the window to see his father standing over the prone form of one Harry Potter; casting yet another spell on the boy. This spell would trap the young seeker in a solid sheet of glass. If Draco waited too long it would be a very permanent change. Harry Potter would be lost.

Hunter wasn't too worried about that though; his brother was always very prompt. That was probably a habit ingrained into him by living as a Malfoy. Hunter wasn't cursed with any such restrictions, luckily.

Hunter turned to exit the room, he couldn't stay there. If Draco caught him with the Potter boy, then chances were Hunter wouldn't survive the night. No, now wasn't the time to confront his baby brother. That would happen in due time, he just needed to be patient.

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It didn't take Draco long to locate the room Potter was being kept in, though he wasn't anticipating just who the Dark Lord had set to guard Potter. "Father." He spat, venom in his voice. This was the man who sought to suppress Draco's powers.

Lucius Malfoy jolted sharply at the sound of his son's voice. He spun around to face the boy, "Draco, what are you doing here? You should be in school."

Draco's eyes narrowed at the older Malfoy, "Phen took something that belongs to me. I came to get it back."

"You're petty little squabbles can wait until summer I'm sure. You can get whatever it was he took, then."

"I don't think you quite understand," Draco interrupted his father, his silver eyes cold and harsh, "He took my Monimos father."

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Lucius Malfoy was a selfish and cruel man. He'd known his two boys were Seer's almost since they had been born. He'd been so proud at first; after all he's sired, not one, but two very powerful little boys.

Lord Voldemort had, of course, instantly taken and interest in the children. Lucius had permitted his Lord to take the boys as apprentices when they were less then a year old. Of course there wasn't much you can teach a baby, but that would change when they grew older.

It was such an honor for Lucius that his sons had been chosen, but then Voldemort had requested one of them to be his heir. Lucius had agreed, greedy thoughts washing through his mind at full speed.

Then the Potter brat had messed everything up by destroying the Dark Lord. Phen did not return to them for months after the Dark Lord's fall, and even after he returned Lucius could see he had little hold on the boy. Phen would disappear for days on end. Lucius didn't know for certain where his little boy was going, but he had his suspicions just the same.

Then Phen had told him of a vision he had seen, one where Lucius came face to face with his destruction.

Lucius had been alarmed to discover his youngest child was the key to his death. He had to find a way to stop this.

His conclusion was this: If Phen had seen this in a vision, what was stopping Draco from doing the same? Perhaps the vision was what set's Draco off, he'd never dream of murdering his father if someone didn't put the idea into his head.

So, in order to prevent his imminent death, the Malfoy patriarch bound his younger son's powers and enforced strict rules.

Thus far his plan had worked wonderfully, but that was before Draco's powers were released. And if it was true that Phen had taken Draco's Monimos, then….Draco was unstable!

At hearing Draco' words, Lucius paled, "You're…you mean you…" His thoughts were so scrambled he couldn't string together a complete thought, let alone a comprehensible sentence.

"That's right, father. I have all my powers back. I know what you did."

Maybe the situation was still salvageable? "Draco, you can't. I bound your powers for your own safety. Phen told me they would be your downfall; I couldn't let that happen to my heir." It was just a small twist on what really happened, but it seemed reasonable to Lucius.

"Don't lie to me father. I know very well what Phen told you. I was there." Lucius swallowed hard, panic clouding his thoughts. "You stay out of my way and I will spare you." His son said graciously.

Yes, yes of course Draco didn't want to kill his father, and really, Lucius was in no mood to die. He'd stay out of his son's way, "Alright, now why don't you go find your brother and talk it over with him while I finish this spell." He turned away from his son and focused on the sleeping boy once more.

Draco chuckled, though it was filled with a dark humor. "You don't get it father. I cannot let you do that."

"Don't be ridiculous Draco." Lucius said, dismissing Draco off hand.

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When Draco's father dismissed him in favor of finishing his newest curse on Harry Potter, something in Draco snapped. His father had hurt Draco's Monimos enough as it was, he would never do so again.

With a harsh wand movement, Lucius' concentration was broken as he was slammed forcefully against a wall.

"Wrong answer." Draco hissed as he stalked towards his father, stopping directly in front of the older wizard to tower over him. He leaned down until he was in his father's face and his voice was barely above a whisper, "You see father, Potter is my Monimos." He straightened once more and waited for his words to sink in, waiting in anticipation for his father's reaction.

He wasn't disappointed either; all sorts of unpleasant emotions crossed his father's face, everything from shock and anger to all out fear. Draco relished his superiority over his father. A moment later the older Malfoy bolted from the room and Draco let him go.

He waited patiently, allowing his father a decent head start, before giving chase.

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Hunter watched his father race around a corner, Draco hot on his tail, and smiled. It looked like his baby brother had also taken a liking to the Hunt. Things were going according to plan. Now it was time to set in motion the next stage of his plan.

Hunter quietly slipped into the room he'd previously placed Potter in. The spell his father had been performing was only half finished. Hunter smirked and easily dissolved the spell.

After that he simply needed to find the foundation of the curse keeping the boy trapped in his dreams. Once found, it was a simple task to dissolve that as well. The curse just unraveled, especially after being subjected to Potter's personal protective barrier without the aid of the foundation to strengthen it.

There were a few minutes where the little prince slept on undisturbed. Then his eyes fluttered open and Hunter was graced with two inky orbs with a shock of brilliant green wrapped around the outside of the iris.

The boy blinked, as if confused at what he was seeing, or perhaps he simply thought he was still dreaming. "Malfoy?" He asked incredulously.

Hunter smirked down at the boy-who-lived, "Draco." He corrected, helping the young man sit up. This seemed to confuse the boy further.

"Since when are we on first name basis?" He asked, shooting Hunter a funny look.

Hunter leaned forward until his breath was lightly ghosting across Harry's slightly pointed ears, "since I said so."

Harry shivered violently, his reaction to Hunter's breath intensified by the silver spots lining his sensitive ears. "What are you doing?" His voice was alarmed, but entirely too breathless for Harry's liking.

To Harry's complete surprise and embarrassment Malfoy licked his ear before drawing away, his smirk still firmly in place. "Stay here, I'm going to go check if the coast is clear." With that, Hunter vanished out the door, leaving one flushed and very confused Harry Potter sitting alone in the room.

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Draco wasn't really paying attention to where his father was going, and finally cornered him in a large, already occupied room. He paid little attention to his new audience as he zeroed in on his father.

"You should probably know, father, that you have brought about your own death. If you hadn't bound my powers I would have found my Monimos much sooner. Who knows, if you had played it right, you might have had both of us on your side in this little war. I would have been more inclined to obey your orders, and my Monimos would, of course, have followed my lead." He paused to smile thinly down at his father, "But you did strip me of my powers, and you've endangered my Monimos not once, but twice. You had him kidnapped and you refused to relinquish him." His eyes narrowed and his voice came out in a hiss, "He is mine, father, and in doing these things, you have sealed your own fate."

He didn't even have to say the words; Draco was so incensed that the moment he even thought about casting the spell a brilliant green light engulfed his father's figure.

Clapping came from somewhere behind Draco and he spun around sharply to face this new threat. His wand was leveled at the source of the sound, "Very impressive, Malfoy." Voldemort praised him, "I didn't know you had it in you. Perhaps you're more like your brother then I suspected."

"I wouldn't say that, my Lord." Hunter commented as he took his place next to Voldemort's throne, "I would never have a light wizard for a Monimos, even if it killed me; while my brother seems perfectly content to have the very beacon of the light as his other."

Lord Voldemort smirked, "Indeed. You shouldn't have come here Malfoy. I can't have you killing my subjects and getting away with it. Crucio!"

Draco, though half expecting the attack, was caught off guard. He cried out as his legs gave way and he was consumed by pain.

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Harry was getting restless, once he'd gotten over the embarrassed-shock that Malfoy had left him in, he was able to think properly.

That had been ten minutes ago, and the Slytherin still wasn't back. What in the name of Merlin was taking so long?

Harry froze, mid pace, as an agonized scream echoed down the halls. That sounded like…Malfoy. Something must have gone wrong. Without really stopping to think, Harry dashed out the door-to the rescue.

Malfoy wasn't very hard to locate, just a few doors down. The Slytherin was on the floor writhing in pain. His mouth was open in a silent scream and his eyes were clenched tight.

Harry had never seen his rival like that, and it unnerved him. Even when Hermione punched him, and Buckbeak attacked him it had been different. This time it was real. Harry could actually feel Malfoy's pain, accented by Voldemort's absolute pleasure in someone else's pain. It made Harry sick.

Lord Voldemort had not even noticed Harry was in the room, he was solely focused on the young Malfoy.

Harry had to put a stop to this; Tom Riddle had caused enough people pain-both physical and emotional.

"That's enough." Harry said softly, his voice carrying in the spacious room.

Surprised, Voldemort looked up, never breaking his spell. "Potter!"

Harry ignored him and concentrated on the rivulets of magic coursing around him. The spell was easy to pick out, an ugly, burnt red color that leaked onto one of the magical sources in the room with a thin leash leading to another of the large sources of magic.

Once that was identified, Harry pulled it free and the spell disintegrated in his hands.

The second magical source shot a bright green tendril towards Harry, but he easily caught it and used it as a link to drain the source. He let the magic drain from the source into the earth, which drank it up greedily.

Harry didn't stop until the well of magic was completely depleted. When that task was finished, he blinked out of his strange little trance, slightly dizzy.

Malfoy was staring at him. "What did you do?"

Harry glanced towards Lord Voldemort, completely expecting to be shot down any second. Only, the Dark Lord appeared to be in no condition to kill anyone. He was crumpled on the floor and Harry couldn't' detect any movement.

Shards of shock, confusion, and all out awe, pierced at him from Draco's direction. Though why he was feeling emotions that didn't belong to him he had no idea, he suspected it was another side effect of his 'unicorn' problem.

"I don't know." Harry admitted, moving closer to examine Voldemort's fallen form.

Malfoy was right by his side, "Think he's still alive?" The blond asked with morbid curiosity.

Harry closed his eyes and searched for the tiny speck of magic all living things possessed. He didn't find it. "No, I don't think he is." A hand on his upper arm brought him back to himself. He opened his eyes, only to be caught in twin silver pools.

"We should get going Potter, before any of his Death Eaters find us. Come on." Malfoy pulled him towards the door and safety, but the only thing Harry could think was 'Whatever happened to 'Harry'.'

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