"Are you saying that we," Harry motioned to himself and Draco, "are reincarnations and the next King and Queen of this crazy new world?!" So maybe Harry was a little hysterical. "Are you saying that I am the new queen? Because if that's what you're saying, I §refuse. I am a boy. Queens are girls! And how can we be king and queen when we are not married? Boys can't marry boys!§"
"Potter," Draco near barked. "You are speaking in hisses, and the only one hear that can understand you is that guard."
Harry gave a helpless look to Draco, something the blonde thought he would ever receive from him, Harry was too good at taking care of himself.
Uther stepped forward when Elijah looked to him for translation, as it seemed Harry wasn't going to say it again. "He refused something I think. Then stated queens are girls, and that he and the young king are not married and cannot be married because they are the same gender." Uther spoke voice clear.
"What has gender to do with anything? Of course they can marry each other," Octavious spoke up.
"Probably a custom from his birth world. Though not from the wizards, they do indeed marry their own gender. Hmmm…" Elijah contemplated this and turned to their young royals.
"Harridan," Harry glared at him, and then looked to Draco.
Draco gave a put upon sigh. He may not have been friends with Harry but he knew him very well. Better than his friends sometimes (most times) and that included his many quirks. He turned back to the teacher. "I'm sorry Potter's not in right now, he has decided to ignore you and not speak until you have something worthwhile to say."
Elijah turned to the raven hair man sitting before him. "Harridan," he scolded.
"That won't help, calling him a name he doesn't acknowledge. Plus there is no out for you when he decides to pull something along these lines. You have to go to extreme drastic measure to gain any type of attention. Trust me." Draco informed, glancing at Harry.
Elijah shook his head but gave a little smile. "Alright then, I shall continue. Yes you are the Queen of this country, as Draco is the King. These positions are titles rather than gender specific positions. The king handles the politics of our society dealing with the nobles. The queen handles the armed forces and such. Both of you oversee the lands and your common people in them."
Draco nodded, "That's well suited, Harry is horrible at functions and the like, but is amazing at rallying troops, even has his own little army back home."
Harry turned to the blonde and grinned, "You know about that?"
"Been trying to catch you for weeks," Draco said, "Trying to get the slytherins in as well."
"So you were trying to catch me, and then blackmail me to try and get the fourth house into my little group?" Harry shook his head. "Have you ever thought about just asking me? Or setting those first year slytherins on me with their evil, conniving, manipulating puppy dog eyes?"
Draco shrugged and then grinned, "When did the baby snakes come at you?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "They'd been doing it since third year. That batch came up with a plan to get me to teach them, after Lupin stated I was best in class, surpassing the grades above me. Then that group set the first years in my fourth year onto me, and they did it again this year."
"Should have thought of that," Draco hummed. He was actually very proud of his younger snakes. They seemed to have more sense about them then the older ones. "I think a new regimen is in order," he mumbled to himself.
Elijah cleared his throat. They looked to him, plainly stating that they were in the middle of an important discussion. "Excuse me but I thought you wished for answers?"
Draco sat back and nodded, taking another bite of the food in front of him. It was really rather good. Harry hadn't taken a bite yet.
"Harridan mentioned something about you both not being able to be king and queen because that would mean for you both to marry. He had concerns about this because you are both boys?" Draco looked to Harry.
"Men can marry," Draco said.
"No, no they can't. How are they supposed to have babies. I want children, I can't have that if I were to marry a man." Harry exclaimed.
"No, Harry," Draco slipped again, "In the wizarding world it is possible, same sex couples can and do have children together. My father's mother and father were both male, and I have a cousin that was born from two woman."
Harry looked up at him lost, "No but, my uncle… he said… unnatural…" Harry looked as if he were about to have a mental break down.
"Your muggle uncle?" Draco asked. He had heard the rumors around Hogwarts, the rumors stating that Harry didn't have the best home life. That he was seen taking nutrient potions in the dungeons a few to many times, coming from the locked and warded classroom that his snakes couldn't break into. That he was down at the kitchens in between classes to have small snacks, at small portion—too small—during meals. That he had scars littering his body. "I place an emphasis on MUGGLE."
Harry nodded, nearly cationic. He had to think about this. These people wanted him and Draco to rule over them, they wanted him to marry Draco, have his heirs, and they wanted him to leave his loved ones behind. He couldn't, could he? But maybe he could… He only had love for very few of the people in that other world. And he could learn to love Draco… maybe.
"I wish to retrieve my friends," Harry said. If I am to rule over this country I want people at my back I can trust, he thought.
"I agree with that," Draco said.
"Your loved ones shall be offered admittance into this world when we go back to bond you in their world." Elijah stated his eyes sparkling.
"Bonded," Harry squeaked.
"Yes, you are after all betrothed to one another in both worlds; we made it so when we placed your souls there."
"No, my father," Draco caught Harry miming after him as he uttered the words. He snapped a glare at him, "he would have told me!"
"Your father doesn't seem very forth coming in information." Harry looked at Draco, "And I can neither confirm nor deny."
"What do you mean sire?" Elijah asked.
Harry looked at him, "my parents are dead."
Elijah pulled back as if struck, looking to Uther and Octavious. "He says his parents are dead."
"No," Uther utter after a moment, then he glanced at Harry, "Ask him where his scars came from. I thought they must have been from battle, now…" he let his sentence trail off.
Octavious looked as if he wanted to ask 'what scars?'
Elijah looked to Harry, "Sire," he paused, "Uther wished to know where you received your scars." He spoke softly as if not to startle Harry.
Harry turned sharply to Draco, fear evident in his eyes. He didn't want the other boy to know, then turned to Uther and glared.
"Tell us sire," Elijah said.
When he didn't seem forth coming Draco nudged him, he wanted to know.
"Which are you referring to?" Harry asked voice hard. He rolled up a sleeve, showing a scar running along his forearm, "this is from a basilisk, a giant snake that tried to eat me as a mass murderer tried to suck the soul from my friend's little sister." He held out his hand to show a very faint writing on it, "this is from my teacher, didn't you know 'I must not tell lies.'" Harry let out a cold laugh. "I have one running up my thigh, like my skin was scrapped off, from running from a werewolf and a mass of dementors." He showed his fingers, letting his glamour drop from them, "these are from cooking my relative's dinner, and potions," he turned his hand over to show his palm… that had no lines across it. It was smooth, burned clean off, "this is from not cook dinner correctly, my aunt held my hand to the side of the oven." Another glamour dropped so they could see his neck. It had three gouges running down it to his collar bone, "From the giant three headed dog guarding a precious stone." He pulled his tunic down from his shoulder, "From the flames also guarding the precious stone." Harry was near hysterical now, "But he," Harry jerked his head onto Uther, "is probably talking about the whip marks on my back. That's from messing up the chores."
Elijah looked mortified, so Harry looked to Draco. He was surprised to see rage flashing across his face, but no pity. Harry sagged a little. He couldn't handle pity. He was surprised again as Draco placed a hand on his basilisk scar, holding it firmly as he looked to Elijah.
Harry sagged further. He had just told his deepest secret to people he didn't really know and his rival and for some reason he was okay with it.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry as he began to sag, then saw the man slump sideways, passing out from the stress of the situation. Draco made to catch him, and Harry landed on his chest.
"I think he may be passed his breaking point." Draco offered looking down at Harry. "He has been through more than his fair share in life."
"Oh well, what I need to do next will be easier if he is asleep," the teacher smiled at Draco, a sadistic type of smile, "you however, shan't have such luxury."
"And what, exactly is it, that you need to do?" Draco sneer, falling back into his old persona, feeling threatened.
"Open your mind of course, so you may understand all that is here and all that used to be." He said this as if entirely too pleased. It put Draco further on edge.
Elijah lunged, far faster than Draco realized he would be, clutching Draco's head between his hands and holding him still. Draco screamed as he felt an intense pressure take over his mind, prying it open and releasing a flood.
(From this point on this "Speech" id the daemon speech and this "Speech" is human)
Draco fell forward, his vision blacking out. Elijah grinned before doing the same to Harry, who squirmed in his sleep but otherwise stayed silent. "I think that we need to get them off to bed." Elijah spoke his voice soft and kind.
Uther and Octavious nodded coming to grab a charge each. They took them to the room Draco used to bath and change in, laying them side by side on the bed.
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Harry grumbled, turning over on the bed, snuggling into the warm pillow next to him, when it moved.
Wait…
Pillows don't move.
He cracked an eye open, his fuzzy gaze taking in a muscled chest and wavy blonde hair. Then his pillow snored. Harry jumped up letting out a wale as he fell backwards and onto the floor.
The door to the room burst in, and Uther ran in, Octavious stumbling behind him still in a night gown.
"Majesties, are you hurt, what's wrong, is there and attack?" Uther urged.
"I uh-" Harry gave a nervous chuckle and looked up at a groggy Draco. The blonde was looking at him from the edge of the bed, grimacing.
"Did you really need to wake me," he muttered.
"Sorry, just…" Harry cut himself off and got up. He turned to Uther, "I understood you."
"Yes Sire, Elijah opened your mind last night, along with the king." Octavious answered for Uther.
"Oh," Harry nodded. As if that explained anything. "So what's on the agenda for today? Any more freak out worthy information to be shoved upon us."
"We shall leave within the hour and be back in the Citadel by mid-day." Uther informed them. "Gather your things and put the rest of your clothes on, then we shall eat and be on our way sire." Uther bowed.
"Clothes?" Harry asked then looked down at himself. "What!" He was wearing only his wrap around tunic left open as there was no belt to hold it tied, and the slinky underwear provided. Harry nearly let out a shriek but refrained. Instead he lunged for the sheet on the bed, dragging it off while quickly wrapping it around himself, all the while pulling it off Draco's naked chest. Draco was only covered in his pants, fit tightly across noticeable morning wood, which Harry thankfully didn't notice.
"Potter!" Draco squawked. He didn't appreciate the stealing at all. He looked around frantically he saw his shirt folded nicely on his nightstand. He got off the bed hurriedly, facing away from the door and Harry putting on the nice ice blue shirt and then the long leather vest that luckily fell down just far enough on his hips to cover his slowly wilting length.
Harry clutched the sheet closer to himself and, not looking at anyone. Yesterday had been hell when Uther refused to look away. He couldn't handle three people, even if he was still moderately dressed. You would think that growing up in the dorms would have cleared all signs of modesty from him, but that wasn't the case. He had no problem with other boys undressed in front of him, didn't blush as much as he used to. He only ever blushed when he found the boy attractive, and he was happily picky with what he found attractive. Like say built blondes, with angular features, and stormy molten eyes, and… he stopped that train of thought almost immediately… So he wasn't bothered by other's nakedness. Just his own. He was lucky that Neville was the same, so they would cover for one another, and that the Weasley twins had found out in the locker room (and only made slight fun of him, because let's face it, these are the Weasley twins) and also covered for him when he disappeared to change.
"Can I have some privacy?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, of course," Draco nodded still flustered. He began to walk out with Octavious on his heels. "Uther?" he called back as the guard made only a movement to take up a guard position.
"I shall guard his majaesty," Uther stated.
"Get out." Harry's voice was calm. Much to calm, Draco thought.
"It is my duty-" Uther was cut off.
"I said get out!" Harry's voice was cold now as Uther was picked up off his feet and thrown through the door by magical means, the door slammed shut as he hit the wall hard.
"Sire," Uther was in a panic now, "Majesty u must be protected!" He got up and tried to open the door. When it didn't budge he rammed it with his shoulder. Still it didn't give way even or even a creak to let them know that it would, given enough pressure. No it was steady and unmoving.
"I would let him be, he's in a right temper," Draco offered. "The last time I saw him like this was with my godfather, and I don't think Uncle Sev truly recovered being tossed bodily from his own classroom like that. Though don't tell Harry I said that."
"But," Uther began.
"We are your Majesties right?" Draco asked.
"Yes, I shall lay down my life-"
Draco gave a cold smile, "Then let this be an order, leave Potter be." His voice was cold, harsh and demanding. "We shall wait out here until he has himself under control."
"Sire," Uther tried.
"Have you thought why he may need to be alone?" Draco asked, trying to pull a reason out of his ass, "Have you?"
"No," Uther and Octavious were turned to him now.
"That man is so magically powerful he could obliterate this village and the next over." True. "He is flustered and angry and his emotions are haywire." Also most likely true. "Our emotions tend to control our magic." Only half true. "He is doing you a favor; he is saving your life by trying to get himself in hand." Also only half true. "Be thankful." To me, Draco thought, if I let you go in there when he is this angry you wouldn't have a head any longer. Draco smirked, he truly was a slytherin.
It was thirty minutes later that a grumpy Harry removed himself from the room, wearing the same outfit as yesterday, just like Draco. He nodded to the large guard, glaring as he did so. Uther didn't look repentant in the least.
Draco sighed, it had seemed as if they had already been assigned personal guards; Uther with Harry and Octavious with him. If that was true then Harry was going to make his guard's life a living hell, just because of his first impression of him. An impression that was no doubt correct from Draco's own observations. Uther was letter of the law, over-bearing, too protective and shielding, but loyal as well. Harry would only like one of those qualities, the rest he would publically rally against, and most like win. It was Harry's way. Harry was a snake with a lion's mane, teeth, and claws. A dangerous mix of qualities.
That poor guard's soul, may he rest in peace. Though honestly that was unlikely. Harry would probably send him to a fourth dimensional hell, and revel quietly in his screams, as he hid behind a jovial child-like smile.
Draco smirked, following the brunette out of the lodgeings.
"Majesites," Draco and Harry turned to see Elijah with a white stallion in hand. "By chance do either of you ride? We only have one extra mount. We lost one by raiders on the journey here, so the one who can ride will take lead."
"I can," Draco offered.
"Does a hippogriff count?" Harry asked.
"Hippogriff?"
"Like a great winged horse with a beak," Harry explained.
"I am afraid that I have no idea." Elijah just smiled. "Why not let Draco take lead, and you can sit behind him. When we get closer to town we can purchase you a new mount yes?"
Harry grumbled and let Draco mount up first. Taking his arm and hefting himself up behind him.
"To the citadel."