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Chapter 42 'Prince' Wallace Reveals His Secrets

Wallace was walking through the corridors of Hogwarts on his way to breakfast, his short, flame red hair gleaming in the light from the torches on the stone walls, his sky blue eyes on the floor as he went. Then he yelped softly as he was abruptly grabbed by the collar and yanked back violently into a nearby dark alcove, feeling several pairs of rough hands descend to his body, touching and petting him in ways that made him feel physically ill, but he didn't fight them, knowing that it would only make it worse.

Suddenly he saw several jets of deep red light, feeling the hands on him slacken and go limp as their owners were stunned into unconsciousness, exiting the alcove to see Draco and Harry Malfoy-Potter, as well as Ron Weasley and Daniel standing there with angry looks on their faces and just lowered wands in three of their hands, putting them away now.

"Are you alright, Wallace?" Dani asked him while Harry watched Draco and Ron dragging the three unconscious boys out of the alcove.

"Yes, thank you."

"What should we do with this lot?" Ron asked the others, his eyes flaming with indignation on behalf of Wanda's son.

"Oh, don't hurt them," Wallace said, causing the others to look at him in surprise. "It's not their fault. They can't help themselves."

"I'm sure that they could have, Wally," Draco disagreed sharply. "They were hurting you."

"Yes, you were the victim, not they," Harry added firmly.

"No, they were the victims. Really," Wallace protested softly. "You don't understand."

"Then help us to," Dani suggested to him.

Wallace sighed, looking defeated as he hung his head. "Alright," he agreed reluctantly. "Is there somewhere private that we may speak alone?"

"Our rooms are completely safe," Draco told him.

"Very well. Thank you, Draco."

Wallace posed with his arms hanging loosely at his sides and his head lowered slightly as he stood before, Draco, Harry, Ron and Dani in their middle of their main room, both of the couples arms wrapped around each other as they waited for him to start speaking his explanation to them all.

"I am not like the others that dwell within this castle," Wallace said seriously, lifting his chin now to look at them. "Whether they be teachers, or other students. Not even Harry."

"What exactly do you mean, Wally?" Draco asked him quietly.

"You know that Mother and I are from Ireland?"

"Yes, of course," Harry replied with a nod. "She told us soon after we first met her."

"Well.. The reason that we left our homeland, why we had to flee.. It was because of me.. It was my fault.."

"But how could it be?" Ron asked in surprise and disbelief. "You were only a little child when your mother, you and Pippa fled Ireland."

"Yet it was my fault still. Perhaps… Perhaps it would be easier just to show you, rather then to try to explain it all in words.."

Wallace took a step back further away from them all, saying one last thing before he closed his blue eyes and lowered his head once more. "Brace yourselves."

Everyone felt a pulse of strong magic flow through the room before returning to it's point of origin, Wallace, and they watched in shock as he transformed, or perhaps a Glamour of some kind was lifted by the magic.

Wallace's short red hair became long and shining, flowing down his back like a flickering tongue of fire all the way to his suddenly bare feet, and, when he lifted his head and opened his eyes again, they were no longer blue, but a dark, piercing forest green as he looked at them all without expression. The last change to take place was a pair of large, almost translucent wings appearing behind him, arching up from where they were attached to his shoulder blades to stop just above the back of his head. The impressive appendages shimmered with swirling light of every color imaginable before settling to a more somber shade of grayish black, though still shining, as they looked at him silently with awe in their eyes.

"Now your eyes begin to open."

"W-What?.." Ron stammered in confusion, calming somewhat when Dani touched his arm with gentle fingers.

"I am Fae," Wallace continued softly. "Or 'Fairy-Kind'. Mother was my Father's Consort. Her bloodline is more diluted by that of human-kind, but Father's blood was strong in the Deep-Magic. She does not have a second-form, wings, or a Fae name as I do. Her magic is too weak, therefore she must use a wand as a conduct as all witches and wizards must do. When Father was murdered, we had to flee Ireland, or they would have hunted us down and ended my life as well so that I could not return and take his place as Fae-Lord of our Clan.-" Wallace scoffed softly here. "-Tch. As if I would ever return to the people who killed my Father and treated my Mother so cruelly merely because of her weak bloodlines, which were not her fault. They do not deserve me. They are no longer my Clan, no longer a part of me, nor of my family. You are my family now, all of you. When Mother and I got to England, Dumbledore was waiting. We didn't trust him at first, but eventually he won Mother over, and, when it was time, when I got my Hogwarts letter, she decided that the best thing to do was send me. Not for schooling, or knowledge of magic, because she teaches me all that herself, but for socialization, companionship. No one really noticed me before you four, though."

"But.. why did those boys attack you, then?" Harry questioned him in concern.

Wallace sighed at the return of that question, having hoped that they would forget about it, shielding his True-Form once more so that his hair became short again and his eyes turned back to blue. "It is because I am of an age where it is customary among the Fae to take a mate. You four are immune to the invisible lures that my body gives off because you have each other. It is not their fault. They are merely lonely and desperate for physical human contact, drawn to me without understanding why. I am not fully human, but they do not know that. None of them are my mate, but I understand their need and longing for love, though I never allow them to proceed past touching and petting. When they do try, I put them to sleep and send them to their beds, or elsewhere, on the wings of magic. I understand them, and so am compassionate, not cruel. It is.. difficult to explain the way that my mind works to others, because I am so different.."

"I think you explain it perfectly," Harry stated.

"Yes," Draco added with a nod. "We understand."

"So.." Ron asked quietly. "Once you find your Mate, they will leave you alone?"

"Yes," Wallace explained. "Because my body will stop calling out for the love of my Mate, because I will have it."

"Then we will help you find your Mate," Daniel said firmly.

"You will? Then I thank you. I must warn you though, it will most likely not be easy."

"Nothing worth doing ever is," Harry said with a smile, his left hand resting palm down on his large belly as he moved to hug him with his other arm and kiss his cheek gently.