Book 3: Something Wicked This Way Comes

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Mistress Slytherin

Chapter 2

Happy Birthday Harry

Harry watched as the tiny sliver of the moon rose higher into the sky. Slowly, reverently he withdrew his daggers, the ones Lucius Malfoy had gifted him and toed off his sandals. Swallowing thickly he shrugged off the heavy cloak and shuddered at the sudden burst of cold air. Magic was guiding him tonight, magic had told him to gather what he needed for this ritual, a ritual of the old arts long forgotten. Magic had guided him to the proper spring in which to purify himself and then had provided him the soft fluid material he wore now. The whiteness of the material seemed to glow in the pitch darkness as he climbed the rest of the hill to where the stone guardians stood. Hesitating briefly he awaited magic's call and the guardian's acceptance. Sure enough the stone eyes shimmered and the air crackled pulling him forward as the moon climbed closer and closer to its apex.

On the stone table my childe.

Magic whispered nudging him up to the proper position guiding his arms and legs.

Now meditate, focus only on me.

Harry evened out his breathing ignoring the chill in the air, ignoring the soft whisper of the wild wind and the creaking of the ancient trees, absorbing into himself only what she allowed. Focused, centered, there. He knew the exact moment he became one with magic, the moment his core and hers merged, blended, sang. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull as a sudden burst of something raw melted into him, something cold and mysterious.

The moon my childe.

She whispered through him as he absorbed a new and strange power, one that was indifferent to all but her chosen few. She prodded him for some time as if to see if he was worth her time, after all the only reason she was paying him any attention at all was because the wilde magic had called on her…ah, but wait…He could feel her smile, could feel her cold gaze softening, welcoming.

You are loved.

She said softly, quietly, like the barest breeze in the still air.

You are loved Harry Potter, so loved.

As she spoke a fragrance he'd never before known sank into him smelling of wildness and beauty. She was embracing him he realized.

Wear your crown with pride my beloved, you are now my princling.

And then there was a flash of ice around the crown of his head and another circling his right bicep.

Slowly the moon stepped away from him though he was well aware of her presence still.

"Who dares call us here!" Harry's eyes snapped open at the sound of the aged voice. Dazedly he turned his eyes towards the speaker and heard the man gasp. Druids. The moon spoke.

Let them bless you.

The magic whispered.

The Druid, and elder wearing robes as pure and nature made as the ones he was wearing grew somber at the sight of him and Harry could see magic working in the man's mind. The man struggled to hear her though, as if it was truly a task to hear the words she spoke so clearly in his own mind. Others, robed in the same garb fell to one knee and dropped their heads and Harry knew that Magic had touched them too.

The aged druid nodded his head slowly before falling to his knees and taking up the bowl Harry had prepared at Magic's bidding and beginning to chant over it. Again he was nearly knocked over as foreign magic reached into him. This magic reverberated, like a tenor and made his nerves tickle as it slid through him. It was…ageless, timeless, it held no one voice and yet spoke as one, sang as one, was one.

Very good my childe, this is the one known as The Voice.

Magic smiled. Harry understood, the lives given to magic, the lives lost in war and famine, the child that suffered and died before it's time, those that did not belong anywhere else- they were the voice. The voice echoed through him suddenly before exploding into his mind making him scream before fading completely leaving him panting as the magic faded.

Drink

Harry drank on reflex accepting whatever was given to him without awareness of taste or texture. There was a dull thunk of wood…a hiss of air, a grunt, several groans that were not his own, and then nothing, just silence.

Rise young warlock.

He stood fluidly unaware of the bodies of the druids that lay around him as Magic guided him. He walked in a haze of befuddled memory and thoughts that weren't entirely his own until cool water shocked him out of it.

When he came too he was in a small spring the crisp water was pink and he could just see rivulets of blood sliding off his arms. He stared at it dumbly for a few moments before starting to shake.

Don't be alarmed my childe, they gave their lives willingly. Come, wash.

Her intent calmed him and he washed quickly before gathering his cloak and his blades. He felt…different.

Thirteen is a powerful number.

Magic supplied mysteriously. The moon agreed. Harry startled his eyes widening in shock.

Happy Birthday Harry

Magic whispered.

Happy Birthday Harry

The moon assured.

Happy Birthday Harry

The Voice rang.

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Harry climbed onto platform 9 and 3/4 with his trunk behind him and noticed that he was not the only one to have arrived early. Severus had suggested that he get there early in order to avoid the press. They were bound to be out for his head after the sudden escape of one Sirius Black. The man looked quite tired even from this distance and looked as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. A shimmer in the air told him that the moon, weak as she was in the day recognized the man. A Werewolf, the voice supplied softly, mournfully. A surge of sympathy welled up in him that was goaded on by the voice. Slightly annoyed he pushed it down.

Ever since the night of his birthday the three had been with him always. It was disconcerting at first and Tom had caught him dazed and confused on more than one occasion, but now they were a part of him, the way Tom was at times- it was rather hard to explain really. His eyes returned to the man involuntarily and he knew he had no choice; neither the moon nor the voice would rest until he eased this man's suffering.

"Are you lost?" He found himself asking his own voice and The Voice melding for a moment. The man's head shot up and Harry was caught by the sight of inhumane amber eyes. No…he was seeing the eyes behind the eyes, the man had two sets of eyes, one of the beast, one of the man.

"Who- you- no you can't be!" The man took a frightened step back and Harry tilted his head to the side in curiosity.

"Pardon?" He asked curiously. The man's eyes weren't looking at him any longer, but rather at his forehead. Ah, his ever popular scar. He shook his head slightly in annoyance. "Yes, yes Harry Potter, infamous slayer of the dark lord I've heard it all before so there's really no reason to stare." He said trying to pat down his hair to cover it. The man's eyes widened.

"No…" He whispered the blood rushing from his face so rapidly Harry was afraid he'd faint. Harry frowned as the man lifted a trembling hand. "Not Harry…she can't have Harry- James and Lily's Harry…" Harry took a step back and narrowed his gaze.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"Remus Lupin, once friends of James and Lily Potter." The man answered his eyes blank and flashing a strange silver color before widening and becoming afraid. Harry frowned.

He is one of the cursed ones, vagabond of the moon, you are his prince childe, and he must obey you.

Magic whispered gently. Harry clenched his jaw and looked at the man warily.

"What do you see when you look at my forehead." He demanded coldly. Silver flashed in the man's gaze once more.

"A wreath, a vine of the moons flowers winding about your head in glowing silver, a crown marking you as hers." Remus said blankly. "Any of us would see this." He added his eyes their natural shade. Harry nodded slowly. "You've been toying with old magic." Remus said softly. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"You had better be careful of what you say wolf." He said lowly his eyes darting around to check for listeners but no, they were early enough that the first people were only beginning to appear.

"Yes, my prince." Remus said sounding as though he were choking on the words. Harry gazed at the man cautiously.

"You are to keep this secret Remus Lupin." He said quietly. The man nodded looking pained to do so.

"Harry?" He turned slightly his gaze softening as Lucius Malfoy strode towards them dragging a reluctant Draco behind him. Lord Malfoy looked at Remus and sneered only to freeze when he caught sight of Harry his eyes darting to his forehead. Harry blinked curiously and caught a glint of silver in the man's eyes.

"It would be best if you didn't say anything to Severus about this Lord Malfoy." Harry said softly a small smile on his lips. Lucius narrowed his gaze.

"I am only a quarter vela Harry you cannot command me." He said the glint in his eye glowing. Harry nearly rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't dream of it Lord Malfoy I was making a statement." He said wryly. Draco looked between them confused before staring for a long while at Harry.

"Umm Harry…" he said tilting his head to the side. "You have flowers…" he trialed off his eyes widening.

"Show him proper respect Draco, the way I taught you." Lucius Malfoy said through his teeth. Harry watched in fascination as all three placed their fists against their foreheads fluidly. Harry took a step back.

"Lord Malfoy you and Draco do not have to-" Malfoy shook his head.

"And risk incurring the wrath of the moon? I think not, though if it satisfies you we will only do it when the situation calls for it." He said relaxing a bit. Harry nodded slowly.

"The Malfoy family has done more for me than I can say; your family above all has the right to be exempt from the rule." He said shaking his head slightly at the sudden turn of events. Lucius Malfoy snorted slightly.

"You haven't a clue what's going on right now do you Harry?" He said indulgently. Harry winced, he hated not knowing. "It's hardly your fault, the information was believed to be lost centuries ago." Harry perked up at that.

"Believed to be?" he said hopefully. Lucius chuckled slightly.

"I will send them along tomorrow." He said with a tilt of his head. Harry gazed at the man suspiciously.

"Spill, what do you want?" He said narrowing his eyes. Lucius smirked.

"Do you remember the altercation we had last year…" He said in a near purr. Harry snorted.

"Should have known." He said shaking his head slightly. "I will...discuss it with someone of importance and see if it is wise." He said nodding his head slightly as Lord Malfoy's gaze became hungry.

"Excellent, now I believe you should board the train; I do believe I see a few people that just might be notable members of the press…" He trailed off. Harry winced.

"Right, I will write to you as soon as I have an answer." He said with a jerk of his head before turning to board the train.

"Oh and Harry?" Malfoy said making him turn around. He was caught off guard by the openness in the man's gaze as he stood proudly beside his son. "Have a nice year." He said clearly causing a few to turn around and stare. Harry nearly stumbled himself. Lucius Malfoy was…seeing him off? It felt, odd. But in a good way. He nodded shortly.

"You too sir!" He said smiling slightly.