Harry Potter and the Canvas of Memories

by squigglybunnyears

Book 1 of Harry Potter and the Blackened Trio: Harry Potter, Sala Zahar (Voldemort's son), and resurrected Regulus Black meet at an orphanage, forming an unbreakable bond. They reject adoption and find refuge in their shared ancestral home, Salazar Slytherin's. Together, they embark on a transformative journey before Hogwarts, filled with joy, laughter, and growth. 7year-redo AU

20. Happy birthday, little brother

A/N: 1 Trigger warning for this chapter, for talk of self-harm, suicide, and more Drama Queen Harry.

A/N: 2 I was very sick while editing this, so please, if you find a mistake, tell me so I can fix it, yeah?

A/N: 3 This is the second to last chapter of this book. The last one is a shortened version of the year before Hogwarts. And then a sneak peak of Book 2.

Enjoy.

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Nestled deep within the sprawling castle lay a sacred chamber of utmost importance, known only to a select few and carefully crafted by the skilled hands of the house elves. The air within this hallowed space is imbued with the heady aroma of aged parchment and fragrant incense, and the walls are adorned with exquisitely carved symbols and tapestries that depict the rich heritage of ancient folklore. Soft, ethereal light filters in through the stained glass windows, casting a spellbinding display of colours that dances across the chamber's walls, imbuing the entire space with a sense of magic and wonder.

It was a warm afternoon in the third week of June, sunlight streaming gently through the cracks in the stained glass. Sala was still filled with resentment towards Draco for his actions on their birthday, as Lucien had completely shunned him since. His twin had no real idea what happened because the question that led up to it was the catalyst: who is your crush? Was left unanswered.

Draco stood near the centre of the room, his steel grey eyes flickering with anger and determination. Draco was well aware of Sala's deep-seated animosity at this point because Sala shunned him the way Lucien shunned Sala. He smartly kept his distance, his expression like a broken filter, continuously switching between emotions, though it repeatedly stopped on guilt and regret.

Narcissa stood a few paces away, her expression clouded with hesitation. She glanced at the faeries and then back at Sala, concern etched on her features. "I still really don't know if this is a very smart idea," she admitted softly to the Duchessa who was standing near her. Sala glanced at the both of them, sighing. Narcissa's voice was tinged with worry, and the problem was the Duchessa didn't seem that keen on the idea either but didn't express it. His mother's creature status was well hidden, but her Veela nature was still the strongest. She had some Fae blood within her, too, from a great-grandmother, which was the only reason she could even try and do this for the Fae twins. The duality of the creatures within her made her acutely aware of the potential consequences of her actions. Sala had overheard her fire-calling with Severus begging him to come for the ritual, but it was exam time at Hogwarts, and he wasn't able to leave.

Sala secretly hoped everything went well just because he wanted his mother to be happy and calm again.

Sala's gaze flickered between Laramie, Lorimer, and his mother. He understood her concerns but also sensed the longing in the faeries' hearts, their need to belong and find solace within the castle walls. It was strange to feel, and he wasn't sure why he felt anything at all.

Maybe the Fae twins were rubbing off on him.

He approached his mother, determination emanating from his slender form. "We've come this far," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And we can't turn back now. They deserve a chance at happiness, just like us."

If Sala was honest, his courage had left him on his birthday, but he saw how much a proper family did for him, and if they could give it to the Fae twins, too, it would likely make them feel loved and appreciated.

Narcissa sighed, her gaze softening as she looked upon Sala.

"You're a good boy," she told him, and he tried not to preen he really did, but he grew up without proper praise, and his mother complimenting him always made him feel special.

He heard a quiet scoff and determinedly did not turn towards the sound. He knew it was Lucien, and the pit in his stomach tightened painfully. Would it ever end?

He lost count of how many times he had tried catching Lucien and speaking with him in the past two weeks. The boy dodged him so artfully that he was sure there were secret passages within the castle where he hid away.

"Are you twins ready?" his mother asked the Fae wolves, her voice laced with uncertainty and curiosity.

Laramie's lips curved into a whimsical smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "But we are triplets, not twins," she said playfully, her words dancing through the air like a secret melody.

Narcissa furrowed her brow, puzzled by Laramie's response. "But there are only two of you. That's what twins are," she countered, her voice filled with confusion.

Lorimer's pale features remained impassive, his tone calm yet tinged with melancholy. "There was a third one," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "But she got lost, and we couldn't find our way back to her. So it's just us two now."

Narcissa stood there, her mouth agape, caught between the realms of logic and the whimsical nature of the faeries. The revelation left her flummoxed, unsure how to comprehend the enigmatic beings before her. She had long since learned that these faeries were not bound by the laws of ordinary existence.

"Don't worry," Laramie put in, clearly concerned about the look on Narcissa's face. "The Nargles have said that we will be reunited."

Usually, when the Fae twins brought up things that weren't real — though the seeing part seemed real enough as every single thing that they've predicted happened so far — Narcissa would just smile in a strained sort of way and patted them gently on the head.

Now though, his mother seemed too distracted to patronise them with a vague response and just nodded slowly.

A weighty decision hung in the air as the room fell momentarily silent. Sala wondered if his mother would listen to him and proceed, entwining their paths in a harmonious dance, or would fear and doubt taint the Fae's chance at forging a more profound bond?

Narcissa hesitated for a moment longer but then clucked her tongue and moved towards the Fae children again.

Laramie and Lorimer had been residing in the castle since January, so everyone was used to seeing them around. Whether as wolves or otherwise, no one turned a second eye. Now, they were perched on a large oak table, simply waiting, looking dreamily around, seemingly unconcerned.

The ritual about to take place would cement their bond, as Narcissa would blood-adopt them the way she had done with him.

He wasn't jealous per se but still hoped his mother remembered him with new children to love. He wondered if this was how Draco felt when he was officially added to the family and sent his twin a tentative look that the boy did not notice.

The house elves, their large eyes filled with curiosity and reverence, scurried about in and out of the room, making last-minute touches to the ritual circle. Their loyalty to Lucien and himself was unwavering, and they understood the importance of this ritual in merging the different magics within the family.

From the corner of his eye, Sala noticed Lucien staring at him. His gaze, however, was nothing sweet but rather full of hatred, resentment and a look that Sala would have classified as hurt if he thought the boy was even capable of feeling that. He didn't think so because of Lucien's actions over the last two weeks.

As preparations for the ritual unfolded, the children's interactions carried the complexities of their intertwining connections. Sala exchanged a hesitant smile with Draco, acknowledging their lingering tension. It was a silent agreement that they had yet to find their way back to each other. This time though, Draco noticed and returned it, though he looked fearful as if thinking that Sala would hurt him rather than reconcile with him. He wasn't entirely wrong, but Sala didn't dwell on that. If things never worked out with Lucien, twins or not, he'd hurt Draco.

With a sigh, Sala focused his attention around him. The time seemed to drag at a snail's pace. The ritual room was finally ready after numerous hours of preparation, which, according to his mother, needed to be perfect since they were dealing with a different species. The room was laid out with intricate symbols and tapestries, emanating an aura of anticipation. Sala, Draco, Laramie, Lorimer, Narcissa, and the Duchessa gathered within its sacred confines, their presence lending an air of solemnity and excitement.

Sala glanced around the room, his eyes flitting from one person to another. Draco stood nearby, a mix of guilt and determination etched across his features. The tension between them lingered a barrier that seemed insurmountable. Sala's heart yearned for reconciliation, but the wounds ran deep. His slight smile seemed to have given Draco ideas, and he was no longer sure he was looking forward for this ritual to end.

Laramie and Lorimer, the faeries adding to the castle's strange mystery, exuded an ethereal charm. Their vibrant eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation while their wings, concealed beneath their shirts, trembled with restrained excitement. The castle residents had already accepted their unique magic, a familiar and always welcome presence.

Narcissa, a figure of strength and vulnerability, stood at the centre, her gaze shifting between the faeries and her two sons. She carried the weight of responsibility on her shoulders, the decision to blood-adopt Laramie and Lorimer both a privilege and a challenge. Sala knew she was terrified, but she was a mother, his mother. And suddenly, he knew she would do everything perfectly.

The Duchessa carried a regal presence and observed the scene with wisdom and compassion. Her gaze settled upon Narcissa, recognising the significance of the decision before her. She offered a reassuring nod, a silent reminder that Narcissa had her support. Despite his fallout with Lucien, Sala was glad for the Duchessa and her role in helping his mother keep everyone together.

Within the room, the six children—Sala, Draco, Laramie, Lorimer, Aurelius, and Blaise—held a tapestry of relationships, their emotions interwoven like the threads of fate. Lucien, Sala's crush and the person he loved most deeply held a delicate balance of affection and hurt. His gaze remained distant, a silent barrier shielding his vulnerable heart. Sala knew one thing very specifically about Lucien. He did not forgive easily, if at all, and Lily was a prime example of this; though Lily really did have her part in messing up her relationship with him, and with a knife to his heart, Sala realised, so did he.

Draco really could have picked anyone else, but the fact that it was Regulus made it worse. Since his and Draco's birthday, Lucien hadn't spoken with either of them. Regulus looked crushed the first week and then quietly retreated into his room, saying nothing to no one, and preferred the company of just Ursa, who remained innocent in everything.

Blaise, Sala noticed, as his gaze carried over to the other Zabini in the room, kept casting nervous glances at Lucien. Blaise's concern for his brother, exacerbated by Lucien's recent reckless behaviour, suddenly made Sala suspicious. What was Lucien really like behind closed doors with Blaise and Theodore? Why was Blaise so nervous since the birthday? What else had happened during his week in the hospital and the time after that had Blaise so terrified?

The Duchessa looked unconcerned, but Blaise was doing an eye dance of glancing between his brother and his mother, and with a start, Sala realised his mother likely had no idea whatever the problem was.

"Okay," Narcissa said softly, "We are ready."

As the ritual commenced, the room became suffused with hushed and reverent energy. Narcissa, her voice strong and deliberate, guided the proceedings. The merging of different magics and species was the crux of the ritual, acknowledging the faerie, Veela, and wizard blood that flowed within the Black-Malfoy family.

The ritual room exuded an air of quiet reverence as the faeries, Laramie and Lorimer, sat across from Sala, Draco, and their mother, Narcissa. The table before them held small silver cups containing a potion that would bind their destinies together. It was similar to the potions everyone had drank a few months ago, except this time, everyone had to drink from the other.

It was complex, and it was annoying, but Sala wasn't going to argue.

Sala's gaze flickered to the faeries, their presence enigmatic and captivating. They had spoken of a lost third sibling,— essentially a triplet — their words laced with a sense of longing and mystery. Sala couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity, wondering about the faerie who had been left behind.

Narcissa turned to Sala and Draco, her voice filled with expectation and urgency. "Are you ready, my sons?" she inquired, her words a gentle yet firm reminder of the importance of their involvement.

Draco's gaze met Sala's, his expression filled with apologetic hope, and it pissed Sala off. Why couldn't Draco just be bratty and whiny like always? Sala could sense his twin's regret, but the anger still burned within him. He needed an extra push to comply, a command that would shatter the barrier of resentment.

"Sala," Narcissa's voice carried an edge, snapping Sala from his brooding thoughts. "Join your blood with Draco's, now. Let go of your anger."

His resentment intensified further as Sala sighed inwardly. Of course, Draco would have caused his mother to snap at him. He reluctantly extended his arm, his hand reaching for Draco's, their fingers interlacing in a gesture of reticent unity. The potion awaited them, its crimson hue shimmering in the dim light. All they would need to do now was add their blood.

Sala, Draco, Laramie, and Lorimer extended their arms, their wrists bared, offering themselves willingly to the magic that would bind them even further. With careful precision, Narcissa made small incisions on each of their wrists, allowing their blood to mingle and merge and fall onto the runes imbued on the floor within the circle the elves had painstakingly prepared under the supervision of the Duchessa.

Sala, Draco, Laramie and Lorimer stood in the centre of the magic ritual circle they had just completed. They had added blood to the circle, and now all left was to see what would happen.

The ground beneath them suddenly began to shake and glow a bright, sparkling white. The air grew so thick and heavy with magic that Sala felt like choking. He clenched at his throat and noticed he was the only one. Perhaps still having a part of his father prevented him from being as much Fae as Narcissa and Draco were. His flare of annoyance sparked again. Why did he have to be different? The four of them braced themselves, unsure of what would happen.

Then, with a second blinding flash of light, a figure appeared in the circle's centre. Laramie and Lorimer gasped. It was a tall, regal woman with long flowing hair and piercing molten silver eyes.

"Who are you?" Draco asked, stepping forward cautiously. But it seemed the twins — or triplets? Knew her.

"Maman..." Laramie said but was hushed by her brother.

The woman smiled. "I am the spirit of the forest," she said, glancing at the twins and smiling at them gently, a loving smile that showed familiarity. "And you have called me forth with your magic."

"What do you want from us?" Sala asked, eyeing her warily, as no one else seemed to bother asking her anything else.

"I have come to offer you a choice," the spirit said. "You may either use your magic for good or for evil. The choice is yours."

There was a strangled sound from far away, and without looking, Sala knew it was Lucien. It wasn't a scoff as earlier, but something, almost like a warning. Trusting Lucien with his life, Sala kept his mouth firmly shut and did not respond.

There was a moment of silence as the four of them considered their options, Sala already knew he wouldn't say anything, but that didn't mean he couldn't pretend to be thinking.

"We choose to use our magic for good," Laramie said serenely.

The spirit nodded in approval. "Very well," she said. "Then I shall grant you each a gift to aid you in your quest for goodness."

She reached out her hand, and one by one, she bestowed upon them each a magical item. Draco received a staff that glowed with an inner light. Lorimer received a sword that was sharper than any mortal weapon. Sala received a cloak that allowed him to vanish into the shadows. And Laramie received a veil that was impenetrable and would protect her from most spells.

"Use these gifts wisely," the spirit said. "And remember, with great power comes great responsibility."

They nodded, staring at her with gaping mouths.

"And now," She said, slowly disappearing into thin air. "Drink."

And with that, she vanished, leaving the four of them alone in the circle, their gifts glowing softly in the dim light.

Hesitantly, Sala reached for his goblet that was now diffused with everyone's blood, as Narcissa made sure to mix her blood, his and Draco's blood, and the Fae's blood all together before letting the rest drip to the circle.

The faeries, Laramie and Lorimer, mirrored his movements, their eyes sparkling with anticipation and the slightest bit of apprehension. They, too, understood the significance of this merging of blood, a bond that would forever alter their destinies.

Sala brought the cup to his lips, the taste of the potion both bitter and sweet. The liquid slid down his throat, tingling with otherworldly energy, making him let out a strangled moan as something foreign traced his body, making him shudder. He could see Lucien tense, his fist clenched. Sala was too far gone to feel good about the boy's concern. As the faeries drank from their own cups, the merging of their blood with Sala, Draco, and Narcissa's began in earnest.

A surge of magic coursed through Sala's veins, intertwining with his very essence. He felt a profound connection to the faeries, their shared blood binding them in a way that surpassed the physical realm. It was as if a part of their ancient faerie heritage had awakened within him, leaving an indelible mark on his soul, changing him, fixing him, hurting him.

As the ritual reached its zenith, Sala's gaze met the faeries', their eyes shimmering with a blend of gratitude and wonder. They, too, could feel the merging of their essence with the Black-Malfoy family, a symphony of intertwined magic and destiny.

The room fell into a hushed silence, the weight of the ritual settling upon him. Sala's heart pounded in his chest, anticipation and uncertainty swirling within him. The merging of their blood with the faeries, Laramie and Lorimer, was an act of profound unity and shared destiny.

Sala, though keenly aware of the different dynamics around him, focused on the ritual. He felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, the merging of his faerie, Veela, and wizard heritage amplifying his connection to the magic around him.

As the ritual concluded, a soft sigh rippled through the room, echoing the depth of their forged connection. Laramie and Lorimer remained in their seats, their wings twitching with renewed energy. They, too, understood the significance of this moment, their faerie heritage intertwining with Sala's own.

Sala's mother broke the silence, her voice filled with reverence and hope. "We are forever bound," she proclaimed, her words resonating deep within Sala's soul. "You are now mine, my children." She said softly, happily, delighted. The weight of her words settled upon him, filling him with a sense of responsibility and purpose; he now had two more siblings to worry about.

Sala shifted his gaze between his family and the faeries, feeling a surge of determination coursing through his veins. This was just the beginning, a beginning that held trials, growth, and the need to mend fractured bonds. He knew he had to earn Lucien's forgiveness to bridge the divide and reunite their shattered connection.

Draco, Sala's twin, looked at him, the boy's resolve even more potent than before the ritual. In his eyes, Sala glimpsed a silent vow to be a better brother, to rebuild the trust that had been broken. Their bond, though strained, still held the potential for healing and growth.

"Everything will be okay, no-" His mother stopped mid-sentence, her mouth opening to form an "O."

Sala was about to ask what was wrong, but he had a second to see it first before magic exploded within him.

An unexpected shimmering crackled in the air, enveloping everyone who had been part of the profound ceremony. A kaleidoscope of colours danced in the ethereal glow, casting an otherworldly ambience upon the room. There was a tremor in the air, and a large sphere bloomed around them like a shield.

The faeries, Laramie and Lorimer, were the first to undergo a visible transformation. The subtle pallor of their skin gradually gave way to a radiant warmth as delicate hues of rose and gold infused their once-pale complexions. Their eyes, once a stark white, now shimmered with a captivating blend of silver and icy blue in Laramie's left eye and a mesmerising mix of grey and silver in her right eye. For Lorimer, his eyes gleamed with a mysterious fusion of silver and stormy blue in his left eye. In contrast, his right eye held a striking combination of grey and silvery lavender, reminiscent of twilight skies. Their hair retained its ethereal shade, with Laramie's cascading locks displaying almost-white strands interwoven with strands of metallic silver, akin to moonlight on a winter's night. On the other hand, Lorimer's hair boasted a silvery sheen with subtle hints of platinum blonde, as if capturing the essence of starlight upon glass.

Sala and Draco, too, experienced a metamorphosis that echoed the faeries' transformation. Their already pale skin took on an otherworldly luminescence, a porcelain-like translucency that seemed to glow from within. Draco's left eye sparkled with a striking blend of silver and steel blue, while his right eye held a captivating mix of grey and silvery green reminiscent of enchanted forests. Sala's left eye glimmered with a mesmerising fusion of silver and icy blue, while his right eye held a bewitching combination of grey and silver with a touch of ethereal violet akin to twilight shadows. Their silver hair, with hints of pale blue and iridescent silver, shimmered like strands of moonlit stardust, further accentuating their enchanting transformation.

As the shimmering magic continued to weave its enchantment, Sala felt a strange flutter on his back, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine. He whimpered, unable to contain the overwhelming surge of emotions and agonising distress that flooded his being. In an instinctive response, Sala collapsed, his body crumpling to the ground like a broken doll and his sobs and screams tore through him uncontrollably. He was dying, dead. All he could think was pain, pain, pain.

In Sala's haze of hurt and terror, he suddenly felt a familiar presence, warm and comforting, enveloping him in a safe embrace. It was as if this person's touch momentarily soothed all his worries and anxieties. Clinging to the solace and love emanating from those arms, he found a temporary respite from the turmoil within him.

The transformation persisted, moulding not only their physical appearances but also their very essence. Sala and Draco's statures became ethereal, their forms exuding a delicate beauty that held a hint of femininity. The lines of their features softened, their figures imbued with an otherworldly grace that echoed the faeries' ethereal nature.

Narcissa, their mother, stood amidst the radiant transformation, her appearance elevated to a goddess-like beauty that mirrored her children. Her once-mortal features took on an ethereal radiance, her eyes sparkling with the same mesmerising blend of silver and blue in one eye and grey and silver in the other. Her hair tumbled in a flowing cascade of iridescent silver strands, imbued with a subtle rainbowy sheen akin to moonlit ripples on a tranquil lake. She, too, had been touched by the magic that coursed through their veins, embodying the unity and enchantment of their newfound family.

By the time the enchanting metamorphosis subsided, the four children had turned into radiant beings, bearing little resemblance to the children who had entered the ritual room. Laramie and Lorimer, with their luminous skin, captivating eyes, and hair reminiscent of moonlit strands, exuded an otherworldly presence. Sala and Draco, with their ethereal pallor, mesmerising eyes of different hues, and hair shimmering like starlight, stood as embodiments of enchantment and transformation.

Time stood still then, and it took a very long time for Sala to stop shaking. And in all that time, through his disorientating fog, the feeling he had come to think of as home had remained.

As the pain slowly subsided, Sala's body quivered with the remnants of the transformation. His eyes fluttered open, his vision murky at first before slowly coming into focus. And in that moment of awakening, two realisations dawned upon him.

The first was a startling shift in perspective. For the first time in his life, Sala found himself smaller than Lucien. It was an unexpected sensation, a reversal of their usual dynamic that left him momentarily awestruck. The newfound physical difference held a deeper significance, reflecting the changes within them.

But even more profound was Sala's second realisation—he was still cradled in Lucien's arms, held with a tenderness that defied logic. Despite the time it took for Sala to regain himself, Lucien had never released him. There was an indescribable emotion in Lucien's eyes, an intensity that mesmerised Sala, drawing him deeper into their connection.

Merlin, I love him so much. The thought brought another sob forward, and before he knew it, his eyes flooded with tears again that he fought to keep at bay.

With a sigh and a very, very quiet murmur of "I'm not going anywhere," Lucien pulled Sala more firmly into his lap, his arms strengthening in their hold.

In that intimate space of the ritual room, Sala became acutely aware that they were the only two left. The others had faded into the periphery, leaving him and Lucien enveloped in an intimate bubble of shared experience. The thought of being alone with Lucien, considering the intensity that had marked their interactions that fateful day, would have once filled Sala with fear. But now, the look in Lucien's eyes dispelled any trace of apprehension.

Sala's voice failed him; words caught in his throat as he grappled with the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. Instead, he allowed himself to be cradled in Lucien's arms, his head against Lucien's chest, the steady rhythm of their heartbeats merging into a comforting symphony.

Lucien's touch, gentle and reassuring, trailed along Sala's hair, leaving a trail of warmth and love in its wake. Sala's heart swelled with deep, profound affection, a sense of completion that he had long yearned for. It was a love that defied definition, an unspoken language that transcended the need for words.

And in that quiet moment, the tears Sala had fought so hard to contain finally spilt over. They were tears of release, tears of surrender to the overwhelming emotions that surged within him. It was a cathartic release, the shedding of old wounds and the forging of a new understanding.

No words were necessary. Lucien's presence, his unwavering support, spoke volumes. In his embrace, Sala found solace, a sanctuary where he could allow his vulnerabilities to surface without fear of judgment or rejection.

As the tears flowed, mingling with the fragments of pain and joy accompanying the ritual, Sala knew deep in his soul that this was just the beginning. Their embarked journey held boundless possibilities, challenges, and growth. But as long as he had Lucien by his side, guiding him through the uncharted territory of their intertwined destinies, he knew that he could face anything.

As Sala and Lucien remained lost in each other's presence, oblivious to the world around them, neither boy noticed the delicate arrival of a few tiny purple butterflies. With graceful fluttering wings, the ethereal creatures danced over their heads, imbued with a touch of magic. And just as swiftly as they had appeared, the butterflies vanished in a gentle whoosh of enchantment, leaving behind a trace of wonder and a whispered promise of the extraordinary journey yet to come.

A sunny afternoon in July found Blaise in his room, sitting relaxed in his desk chair. Theo was there too, curling comfortably in the oversized chaise lounge within the room, Blaise's blanket covering him from the cooler the house elves had genially provided them.

Blaise glanced over to Theo, who was engrossed in his book and chuckled. "What are you reading?" he asked, though he knew the answer already. Theo looked up with a smile and held the book up for Blaise to see. "The Tales of Beedle the Bard," he replied. Blaise nodded in acknowledgement. "Ahh, I remember that one. I think I'm going to start it again soon." Theo nodded and continued reading, and the two fell into a comfortable silence again.

For the past hour, Blaise had been busy writing, the scratching of the quill the only sound in the room. Theo, ever the perfect person to have around in silence, had been reading by his side, occasionally turning the pages. "What are you working on?" Theo asked, his curiosity evidently getting the better of him as he looked up from his book. "Just some thoughts for my diary," Blaise replied smoothly, but in truth, he had not, in fact, been writing in his diary. Blaise was writing various ways to discuss Aurelius with his mother. Blaise kept his head down, not looking up from his parchment to keep up pretences, but he was sure Theo did not believe him. Like the good kid he was, though, Theo turned easily back to his book.

Blaise paused with his writing to really take in Theo. The boy had a strikingly slender physique, with a graceful and lithe frame accentuating his overall appearance. His hair, a captivating shade of dirty blond, cascaded in gentle waves, framing his face and lending a touch of effortless charm to his features. The strands, kissed by the sun, exhibited hints of golden hues, adding depth and radiance to his unique look.

Eyes of an intriguing hue, blending the captivating shades of blue and green, drew immediate attention. Their colour, resembling the sparkling emerald waters of a hidden oasis, sparkled with an enchanting vitality, reflecting a deep sense of mystery and allure. With each gaze, they evoked a sense of wonder and captivated those fortunate enough to meet his eye.

His fair, porcelain-like skin presented a delicate and ethereal quality, its paleness serving as a backdrop to emphasise his other features. Adorning this pale canvas, a playful smattering of freckles danced across his cheeks, adding a touch of whimsy and youthful charm to his overall complexion. They served as a testament to his sun-kissed adventures as if mother nature had bestowed a scattering of stardust upon him.

"What are you looking at?" Theo asked him, and it was then that Blaise realised he had paused in his scribbling to stare at Theo.

"Um," Blaise muttered, a flush colouring his cheeks as he hastily returned to his parchment. "Nothing."

Theo raised his eyebrows at him and was about to respond when suddenly, the sound of running footsteps and fiddling with the door knob broke the silence, and Blaise and Theo looked up in surprise.

They heard a sigh of relief and then abruptly the sound of the door creaking open. He turned his attention to the entrance of his bedroom, where Aurelius stood, his brows furrowed with unease.

"Blaise," Aurelius began, his voice laced with urgency, "we need to talk. It's about Sala."

Blaise's curiosity was piqued, and setting aside his work, he motioned for Auri to come closer. Aurelius approached cautiously as if fearing that their conversation might be overheard. Blaise gestured for him to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

"What's been going on with Sala?" Blaise asked, concern etching his features.

Aurelius sighed, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. "I don't know exactly," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ever since the Fae and Draco and Sala's blood merged, Sala's been acting strange. Skittish, like a newborn kitten."

Blaise furrowed his brow, memories of the adoption still fresh in his mind. The change of the Fae children had indeed brought an air of peculiarity to the castle, but he hadn't realised the extent of Sala's unease.

"I mean?" Blaise started, "They seem alright, happy even."

Aurelius pinched the bridge of his nose, glaring up towards Blaise. "I'm talking about Sala!" Auri snapped, his patience dimming. "He's been wearing hoodies in July weather," Aurelius continued, his voice trembling with frustration and worry. "And he won't let anyone touch him. Draco and Narcissa haven't noticed, but Sala's been hiding it from them."

A flicker of concern passed through Blaise's eyes. "Why would he hide it? Narcissa is his mother." For a fleeting, horror-filled second, Blaise wondered if Sala had taken to doing dangerous things, too, because of Aurelius' behaviour. Did he start cutting? Is that why he was wearing hoodies? To hide his wrists?

Aurelius shrugged, his gaze distant. "I think he's afraid. Afraid of what they might think or do if they found out something was wrong. And I've seen it, Blaise. The fear in his eyes. It's unbearable."

Blaise's heart ached at the thought of Sala, a boy he considered a friend, struggling with hidden turmoil. His voice softened, genuine empathy seeping through his words. "We need to help him, Auri. What can we do?"

"Tonight," Auri said determinedly, scowling at Blaise despite Blaise not having done anything to Auri. "We will kidnap him tonight and figure out what the hell is wrong with him."

"I'm sorry, Blaise responded, too casually for Auri to fall for it, and the boy looked up at him sharply. "I'm sorry," Blaise said again hastily, for Auri's dark looks could still provoke fear in anyone in the castle, even him. "But who are we kidnapping?" Aurelius seemed to relax just the slightest bit at Blaise's use of "we".

"Sala." He replied easily as if the kidnapping was somehow a simple gesture that happened every day. "Weren't you listening?" Aurelius was getting more annoyed by the second. Theodore, who was sitting curled up like a cat in Blaise's armchair, put his book down. "How do you propose we kidnap someone who lives here?" He looked sceptical but interested as if merely wanting an answer to a question on theory.

Cheeky bugger, Blaise thought fondly.

"Why are you even here?" Aurelius wailed, clearly annoyed at the intrusion, even though it was Blaise's bedroom and not his own.

No one answered him; Theo just raised his eyebrows as if to say well, I was here first.

Aurelius growled, actually growled.

"He's been acting funny!" Auri defended himself, throwing his arms up in the air. "I know him! He's mine! I know when something is wrong!" Auri said this so firmly Theo quickly put his book back up again, hiding his face from view. "I know when something is hurting him." Auri finished, a little quieter. His expression, though, was wild, and it only put a reminder in his mind that Blaise had not spoken to his mother about Auri, who was still doing deadly stunts and then laughing like a crazy person when he didn't actually die. But it seemed, first, they would be kidnapping Sala, even though they lived together.

"So...kidnapping?" Blaise asked, his eyes boring a hole into his younger brother's, attempting to gain the upper hand.

Aurelius's eyes flashed with determination and a hint of desperation. "I know, I know," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "But he won't talk to anyone, not even me. I've tried. We have to find out what's wrong and help him."

Blaise's gaze softened, the fire in Aurelius's eyes reflecting his own unspoken desire to make things right. He understood now that the impulsive plan was born out of Aurelius's love and concern for his best friend.

Blaise hesitated for a moment, weighing the options in his mind. He knew Aurelius would not back down, and his desire to assist Sala had been awakened. At that moment, Blaise made his decision.

"Okay, so we kidnap him," Blaise said resignedly when his brother did not fall victim to his glares.

Theo opened his mouth, about to interject once more, but Blaise shot Theodore a warning glance, not wanting to dismiss Aurelius's concerns. "Theo, let's hear Auri out," he said, his voice steady. "If there's a chance we can help Sala, we should at least consider it."

Theo rolled his eyes at what was very obviously role-play, but Auri didn't seem to notice.

Aurelius nodded, gratitude evident in his eyes for Blaise's support. "Thank you, Blaise," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I've been observing his patterns. He goes to the greenhouse every night after dinner. That's where we'll catch him off guard."

Why was Sala going alone to the greenhouses at night?

Blaise's mind raced, trying to piece together the logistics of the plan. "We'll need to approach him without raising any suspicion," he pointed out. "We can't just barge in there."

Theodore's raised eyebrow spoke volumes of his doubt. "And even if we manage to get to him, how do we ensure Draco and Narcissa don't notice his absence?"

"He's been going every night, Theo," Auri said, rolling his eyes. "They're used to his absences already." Aurelius's frustration was evident in his voice as he responded, but he took a deep breath and continued. "That's where the distraction comes in. Blaise, Theo, we'll create a diversion. While I set off some firecrackers near the gardens, Draco and Narcissa will rush over to investigate. That will give us enough time to get Sala away unnoticed."

Blaise's lips curved into a smirk. "Well, Auri, I have to say, your talent for mischief might come in handy." Deep down, however, Blaise wondered of all the ways this could go wrong.

Theodore chuckled, his scepticism melting away. "I suppose it's time to dust off those old costumes in my room. We'll need disguises, just in case we're spotted."

Was Theo still playing along or genuinely interested in what Aurelius probably considered fun?

With Auri still present, Blaise couldn't find out.

Blaise leaned forward, hoping his dread didn't show through the excitement he let Auri see. "Alright then. Let's get everything prepared. We'll meet near the gardens after dinner. Bring any necessary supplies, like ropes or flashlights. We can't afford to miss any details."

"Okay, here's the plan," Theo, the strategist, said, already grabbing parchment from the table Blaise sat at only moments earlier.

With a sigh, Blaise sat back, allowing Theo to take the reigns. He was tired as it was. It seemed to be the brother of the legend Harry Potter was not as easy as anyone had ever dared make it out to be.

As the sun began to set, casting an amber glow across Highclere Castle, Blaise couldn't help but feel a mixture of trepidation and hope. The stage was set for their clandestine operation, and they were ready to confront the enigma that plagued Sala's existence.

---

The moon hung high above the gardens, casting an ethereal glow over the sprawling estate. Blaise, Aurelius, and Theodore gathered in the shadowy corner near the greenhouse, their disguises concealing their true identities. The sound of distant laughter and music drifted through the air, a testament to the merriment within the castle walls.

Blaise's heart pounded with excitement and nervous anticipation. The plan they had concocted seemed fearless, perhaps even reckless, but they were driven by an unyielding determination to help Sala. The firecrackers lay ready, waiting to ignite the diversion granting them a precious window of opportunity.

Aurelius's eyes darted around, focused on the path leading to the greenhouse. "He should be here soon," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. "Remember, we need to move quickly and quietly. Sala may be skittish, and we don't want to startle him."

Blaise's grip tightened on the rope he held, his mind filled with doubt. He stole a glance at Aurelius, whose eyes burned with a fierce resolve. They had come too far to turn back now, and if Blaise was honest, he feared Auri more than he feared, not fixing whatever problem Sala might have had.

Suddenly, a burst of light erupted from the direction of the gardens, followed by a sharp crackling sound. The firecrackers had been set off, and their diversion was in motion. Blaise's heart skipped a beat as the distant voices of Draco and Narcissa filled the air, their concern drawing them away from the greenhouse.

Weren't Draco and Narcissa supposed to be in the castle? Or was the purpose of all three of them being in the greenhouse some magic they now had with more Fae within them.

"Now!" Aurelius whispered urgently, taking a step forward. Blaise and Theodore followed suit, their movements synchronised as they approached the entrance to the greenhouse.

Inside, Sala's figure came into view, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the glass panes. He seemed lost in his thoughts, unaware of the trio's presence. Blaise's heart ached at the sight of his friend's troubled expression, his desire to understand and help intensifying, and for the first time, Blaise saw blood on the back of the boy's t-shirt as if he had been whipped.

His mind went into a frenzy. Were Narcissa and Draco possessed? Were they abusing Sala?

Auri, too, let out a sound that he never in his life thought he'd hear, but somehow, it was still muffled by the booming sound of partying in the castle. Were Regulus and Ursa having a party all to themselves? Or was it the house elves?

Blaise shook his head. Not the house elves.

With careful precision, Aurelius took the lead, his footsteps light as he closed the distance between them. Blaise and Theodore positioned themselves strategically, ready to assist if needed. As they surrounded Sala, the boy's eyes widened in surprise, fear and confusion flickering in their depths.

"W-wha-?" he whimpered at the sight of Auri's single-minded facial expression. Blaise sighed; he probably should have warned Auri to calm himself before approaching Sala.

"Please L-Lucien!" Sala stuttered, pressing himself against the stone wall and wincing in pain as his back scraped against it. "I swear, I didn't mean it, I swear!"

Aurelius looked at him as if something foreign had come out of his mouth.

"Huh?" he articulated, also confused. Sala must know Auri very well if he could easily see through their disguises- or at least Aurelius.'

"Sala," Blaise spoke up, deciding to take matters into his own hands, keeping his voice gentle yet urgent. "We're here to help you. We know something is wrong and won't rest until we figure it out."

Sala's gaze darted between the disguised figures, uncertainty etched across his face. His body tensed instinctively, prepared to defend himself. It was a pivotal moment, a test of trust and their ability to convey genuine intentions.

Aurelius stepped forward, "Okay, enough of this," he said, and Blaise knew they had failed — he had failed. Auri had lost his patience.

"Grab him, and take him back to the castle."

Sala stared at him, even more terrified.

Blaise was about to refuse and tell Aurelius to come to his senses when Regulus suddenly appeared, his eyes narrowed and cold, looking down upon them.

Regulus stood frozen in his tracks as he witnessed the unfolding scene. Confusion mingled with protectiveness in his eyes, and protection seemed to win out as he stood boldly in front of Sala.

"Mind explaining yourselves?"

Aurelius locked eyes with Regulus, his gaze filled with such venom and hate that if Blaise had been the receiver of this look, he would have stood down immediately. Regulus, though, simply raised his eyes. Auri seemed to realise that Regulus wasn't afraid of him and snarled. "Fuck off, Reggie."

And with that, Aurelius shoved Regulus aside. Of all things that Regulus wasn't expecting, this seemed to be it. It shocked him enough that he teetered over, and Blaise, Theodore and Auri took this as their chance to grab Sala and were off.

"Harry!" Regulus shouted after them but didn't chase. It seemed Regulus had enough faith in his brother not to imagine murder as a first option. Blaise, however, wasn't so sure.

"Calm down, Aurelius Lucien." He murmured softly to the boy, using his full name. "We have him; if you failed to notice, he's bleeding on his back, be gentle."

Blaise knew that Auri did notice, but perhaps his short-term need to get things done immediately had caused him to forget.

Blaise's heart pounded in his chest as they carried a struggling Sala through the corridors of Highclere Castle. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, and he couldn't help but feel trepidation. Aurelius, his usual composure shattered by the revelation of Sala's hidden secret, led the way with a resolute focus.

They finally reached Aurelius' room, and as they gently set Sala down on the bed, Blaise took a moment to catch his breath. The room seemed to pulsate with an eerie stillness, the gravity of the situation settling upon them like a suffocating fog.

Aurelius, trembling with desperation, reached out to Sala. "Please, Sala," he implored, his voice laced with vulnerability. "Let us help you. We need to see what's happening, what they've done to you."

Suddenly remembering they were still in costumes, Blaise immediately took his off, and Theo followed.

Sala's eyes darted between the three boys, his body tense, fear and reluctance emanating from every pore in his body. The scars of his past were etched upon his soul, a haunting reminder of the torment he had endured when he was younger. It was a testament to his resilience that he had kept this secret hidden for so long. But it also showed that Sala's and Aurelius' relationship was not as patched up as he initially thought. If it was the first night they cuddled together, Auri would have noticed.

"I... I can't," Sala whispered, his voice barely audible. "I can't show you. It's too much."

Aurelius's determination wavered, his frustration threatening to spill over. He fought to keep his emotions in check, but the weight of Sala's suffering clearly pressed heavily upon him. His pleas turned into fervent encouragement, desperation mingling with his words.

"Sala, we need to know," Aurelius insisted, his voice quivering. "We can't let this continue. Please, trust us. We're here for you."

"I can't bear to show you this. It's too terrible for the human eye." Sala choked out, tears glistening in his eyes. "The pain... it's too much. You don't understand."

Blaise could see again when Aurelius had enough. A surge of frustration was welling within his brother if the gritted teeth and clenching fists were anything to go by. His breathing wasn't steady, and like Sala, it seemed the boy was about to have a panic attack, his emotions overwhelming his usually calm demeanour. In a sudden outburst, Auri uttered a piercing scream, the raw force of his emotions manifesting as a burst of accidental magic. As if responding to his anguish, Sala's shirt was ripped from his body, revealing the true extent of his hidden torment. Sala joined in on the screams, which was very, very bad.

"Everyone hush." A new voice said from the doorway.

Unaware of the accidental magic he had unleashed, Aurelius remained crouched on his knees, his head buried in his hands as he tried to compose himself. Blaise and Theodore, however, were frozen in stunned silence, their eyes fixed upon Sala's bare back.

Everyone turned to stare at the newcomer except Aurelius, who appeared to be lost in himself, which seemed pretty repetitive lately.

Blaise sighed again, Aurelius was a drama queen sometimes, but at least, this time, he had good reason.

Strangely enough, the presence of Regulus calmed both Sala and Aurelius, despite the boy not realising he was there.

Regulus went to drape a blanket around Sala, but not before everyone still managed to see the source of the blood.

There, upon Sala's flesh, were wings. But they were not the majestic wings of the true Fae or the pristine wings Draco had flaunted. These wings were damaged, marred by scars and infection. Blaise's breath caught in his throat, the sight before him a jarring testament to the cruelty inflicted upon his friend. Had the Fae decided they didn't like Sala? What was the meaning of this? Did he not have enough Fae blood within him for it to work properly?

Tears welled up in Blaise's eyes as he approached Sala cautiously, his voice quivering with compassion and determination. "Sala," he whispered, his voice laden with empathy. "We will fix this. We will make it better." He pointed to all of them sitting around Sala. "All of us."

Theodore's voice joined in, his tone filled with unwavering support. "Sala, you're not alone anymore," he said softly, his eyes also brimming with tears. "We'll fight for you. We'll find a way to bring an end to this suffering."

Sensing the shift in the room, Aurelius lifted his head from his knees. His eyes were red and swollen from tears, but he bit his lip, and Blaise watched as Sala and Auri's eyes met.

There was a great many things that Blaise was able to handle well, but emotion was not one of them.

"Everyone, we will find a way to help Sala get his wings fixed," Blaise said, standing up from the chair. "For now, everyone besides Sala and Aurelius, get out."

Once everyone left, Aurelius crawled into the bed next to Sala, waiting for him to say no, or shove him away. Neither happened.

"Come here," he said softly to Sala, and it was as if Sala apparated, as less than a second later, the boy was in his arms.

Aurelius lay; still, his body pressed against Sala's, their limbs intertwined in a protective embrace. The weight of Sala's damaged wings was safely facing away from touching anything, their stomachs against each other. Aurelius could feel the gentle inhale and exhale of Sala, and though he didn't say so, he could feel the tension leaving him. Sala really was home for him. His safe place. Though they found solace in each other's arms, an unspoken tension lingered between them, threatening to overshadow the depth of their connection. It still hurt what Sala did, though, and his mind wandered as he wondered what he could do.

Silence enveloped the room, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Despite their profound love for one another, a lingering elephant in the room, born from the kiss Sala had shared with someone else, cast a subtle pressure upon them. Aurelius wrestled with his own uncertainty, grappling with the conflict between the need to protect Sala and the ache in his heart.

But as he gazed into Sala's eyes, a flicker of determination sparked within Aurelius. His resolve was fuelled by love, loyalty, and an unwavering desire to see Sala free from pain. He couldn't let the past dictate their present, nor the weight of Sala's mistake overshadow their bond.

For now, Aurelius decided to set aside his doubts and uncertainties. He chose to be present for Sala, to offer comfort and support, knowing their love and friendship were strong enough to weather the storms that life had thrown their way.

As the minutes stretched, banter began to trickle into the room, a tentative thread weaving through the silence. Sala, always adept at finding the perfect moment to tease Aurelius, couldn't resist the opportunity to bring a smile to his face.

"You know," Sala said, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, "despite your brooding nature, you've always had the softest heart. I think that's why I fell for you in the first place."

"Yeah," Aurelius teased back, even though his heart skipped a beat, a gentle warmth spreading through his chest. "You fell so hard, you tripped."

Sala laughed, a genuine laugh that Aurelius had missed and was medicine to his soul.

"Wanker."

"Knob."

The playful teasing was a balm to his uncertainties, reminding him of the carefree moments they had shared before the incident that had strained their friendship.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he replied, his voice filled with amusement and affection, "Well, someone has to balance out all that mischief you bring into my life. And despite your questionable decision-making skills, I can't help but love you."

In that moment, the heaviness between them lifted, carried away by their shared laughter and the genuine connection they had built over time. Aurelius realised that forgiveness wasn't just an act of letting go but a commitment to embrace their love's imperfect nature and trust in their bond's strength.

As Sala's laughter mingled with his own, Aurelius made a silent decision. The weight of the past would not define their future. With forgiveness in his heart, he resolved to move forward, cherishing every moment they had together and reaffirming the depth of his love for Sala.

Because Sala was his. Sala would always be his, and no one would get in the way of that again.

In the cocoon of their embrace, Aurelius knew they would face many more challenges, but they would meet them together, their love and friendship serving as a guiding light through any darkness ahead.

As the banter subsided, Sala's teasing words lingered in the air like a sweet melody, soothing the tension woven into their hearts. The room grew hushed, their playful exchange fading into the quiet comfort of their shared presence. Aurelius could feel Sala's breath's gentle rise and fall against his chest, their bodies settling into a relaxed state.

Wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of their troubled past began to dissolve. Aurelius felt a profound sense of peace wash over him as he listened to the rhythmic sound of Sala's steady breathing. In this intimate moment, Aurelius allowed himself to finally sleep and feel the safety that night finally brought him once more.

---

The sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Highclere Castle as Aurelius and Blaise made their way to their mother's office. Recent events and their respective roles in them weighed heavily on them.

Blaise gave Aurelius a reassuring nod as they reached the door, silently reminding him that they were in this together. Aurelius took a deep breath and knocked on the door, his heart pounding.

"Enter," called the Duchessa from within.

Aurelius pushed open the door, with Blaise following closely behind. The office was adorned with elegant furnishings, but Aurelius could sense the seriousness that permeated the atmosphere.

Isabella sat behind her desk, her gaze moving between Aurelius and Blaise. Her expression was a mixture of concern and a mother's unwavering love.

"Sit, both of you," she said, gesturing to the chairs opposite her desk. "We need to talk."

Aurelius and Blaise took their seats, staring at their mother silently.

Their mother regarded them both with a measured gaze, her eyes filled with a stern determination. "Aurelius, Blaise," she began, her voice authoritative and sharp. "The recent events have come to my attention, and I cannot overlook the recklessness that has been displayed."

Aurelius lowered his gaze, feeling the weight of his actions pressing upon him. Blaise's presence beside him served as a silent reminder that they were in this together, facing the consequences of their choices.

The Duchessa continued, her voice firm yet tempered by grace, as she never yelled. "I understand the deep sense of loyalty and the desire to protect those you care about," she said, her eyes locking with Aurelius'. "But it must not come at the expense of your own safety and well-being."

Aurelius nodded, his throat tight with regret. "I realise the recklessness of my actions, Mother," he admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "I allowed my passion and desire to protect Sala to blind me to the potential dangers."

Somehow, Aurelius thought shakily; it seems she doesn't know the full extent of how little I valued my life for three weeks.

Blaise interjected, his voice steady and supportive. "Mother, I take responsibility as well," he said, directly meeting the Duchessa's gaze. "I informed you of Aurelius' actions because I believe in the importance of keeping him safe, even from himself."

Duchessa Isabella regarded them both, "You are both courageous and fiercely loyal," she acknowledged. "But remember that courage should be fortified with wisdom and caution. You must protect yourselves as much as you protect others."

Aurelius and Blaise exchanged a meaningful look, silently acknowledging the truth in their mother's words. They had learned their lesson, understanding the gravity of their actions and the need for a balanced approach.

"We promise, Mother," Aurelius said, his voice filled with decisiveness. "We will be more cautious and considerate moving forward. We won't let our recklessness endanger ourselves or those we care about."

Aurelius saw Blaise open his mouth to say something and then shut it again. How much did Blaise know? Was it only the jumping of buildings he was aware of or the testing of knives against his skin when the feeling of despair had become too much.

Several things he had done whilst unhappy had piled up, and now, he was facing the music for it. Perhaps he would need to follow Sala's example and start wearing more oversized clothes or anything that covered him up.

Aurelius didn't dare ask what his mother knew, as too much knowledge about this wouldn't help anyone. It needed to be kept a secret from everyone in case he needed to do something similar again. Guiltily, Aurelius lowered his eyes to the floor.

Duchessa Isabella's expression softened, her motherly love shining through. "I believe in you both," she said, her voice carrying pride and affection. "Learn from this experience, grow stronger, and remember the importance of finding that balance."

As they left the office, Aurelius carried a renewed sense to tread more carefully in the paths he would choose. The weight of the conversation lingered as they walked through the corridors of Highclere Castle, back to the common room where he had been before Blaise had dragged him to their mother's office.

Blaise glanced at Aurelius, a supportive presence by his side. "We need to hold each other accountable, Aurelius Lucien," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Promise me that we'll remind each other of the lessons we've learned, that we won't let our recklessness take over again."

Aurelius always hated when Blaise used his full name, which meant the boy was serious. But how could he promise his brother something he didn't know if he could keep?

Aurelius met Blaise's gaze, the gravity of their shared responsibility etched upon his features. "You have my word, Blaise," he replied, his voice shaking. "We'll keep each other grounded, ensuring our passion and loyalty are tempered with wisdom and caution."

What he didn't say was that he would be careful with himself. Not until he could promise that and mean it.

They continued their walk in silence, the weight of their promise sinking deep into their souls.

---

Aurelius woke up with a joyous smile on his face. It was his birthday, the first one he was celebrating with both a mother and a brother. Today would also be the day he would fix Sala's wings.

As Aurelius lay in bed, he heard his mother's footsteps approaching his room. "Good morning, my love. Happy birthday," she said as she walked into his room carrying a tray of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "Today is your day, and we are going to make it extra special for you," she added, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Devouring the scrumptious breakfast, Aurelius's mind raced with wonder about what the day had in store for him. He couldn't wait to unwrap presents, indulge in cake, and revel in the cheerful chorus of the birthday song. But first, he needed to freshen up, so he dashed off to the bathroom, eager to prepare for the festivities that awaited him.

As he traversed the house, Aurelius felt the excitement grow exponentially. It tingled in his fingertips, making him practically skip from room to room. Finally, he stood before the mirror, smoothing his hair and adjusting his favourite blue t-shirt and denim shorts. He admired his reflection, proud of the person he was becoming, ready to embrace the day with open arms.

Descending the stairs, Aurelius was met with his mother's warm embrace. Her words tingled with a hint of mystery, promising a birthday surprise that would leave him breathless. He could hardly contain his curiosity as she led him into the living room. "Are you ready, my meraviglia?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

There, his eyes widened with delight as he beheld his older brother, Blaise, surrounded by a mountain of beautifully wrapped presents. Their embrace was filled with pure sibling love, and Blaise's heartfelt birthday wishes resonated deeply within Aurelius. He marvelled at the thoughtfulness of his brother, grateful beyond measure for their bond.

Aurelius was beaming with joy as he sat in front of the pile of presents his family and friends had given him.

The grand pile of presents greeted Aurelius, along with his friends, who joined in the celebration. Theo, Regulus, Sala, Draco, and Ursa, each bearing a wrapped gift, added to the colourful display. The air crackled with anticipation, and Aurelius's heart skipped a beat in eager anticipation of what lay within those tantalising packages.

Aurelius couldn't wait to start opening the colourful and shiny presents before him. Blaise eagerly handed him the first gift to open. As Aurelius unwrapped the gift, he couldn't believe his eyes - it was a new Nimbus Arid broomstick! He felt tears fill up in his eyes and warmly hugged his brother.

Next up was a bright red Weasley's Wizard Wheezes tool kit, which Theo gave him. Regulus handed him an ancient-looking but beautifully crafted wand case, a family heirloom belonging to his great-grandfather. Sala had gifted him a ring but refused to say what it did in front of the others. Draco had given him a set of quills with encrusted diamonds and emeralds along with a romantic novel called "The Little Prince," which he had read and loved. Ursa's present was a beautifully decorated silver pen with which he could write spells much faster than an ordinary quill.

Aurelius was thrilled by the generosity of his friends and couldn't thank them enough. As he turned towards his mother, she handed him a beautifully wrapped purple box. Upon opening the box, he was greeted by a white Kneazle kitten with golden eyes. Aurelius was overwhelmed; he had always wanted a pet, and his mother had given him his heart's desire. He picked up the kitten and rubbed his cheeks against hers, feeling its soft fur.

The rest of the day was spent playing with the presents, eating food and giggling with his friends. Aurelius's mother had baked him a delicious chocolate cake with his name written in colourful frosting. When it was time, they sang happy birthday, and Aurelius made a wish before blowing out the candles.

As the night closed in, Aurelius and his friends gathered around an immensely large bed fort outside with blankets, pillows, and fairy lights adorned about the walls. The ambience was magical and enhanced the already exceptionally enchanting night, and Aurelius couldn't believe how thoughtful his friends were.

To keep the celebration going on for his birthday, they had planned to camp out under the stars in a comfortable and cosy setting. They had set up a small campfire and were roasting marshmallows as Aurelius settled down with a big smile. He could sense the contentment bubbling in him, and having his friends around in such a pretty setting felt heartwarming.

Blaise, Theo, Regulus, Sala, Draco, and Ursa were gathered together, laughing and talking, and together they made Aurelius feel he had the perfect birthday celebration. The smores were delicious, the chatter carried on happily, and the night air was clear, cool and refreshing. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Laramie and Lorimer walking near the forest and took his chance.

"I'm going to the bathroom really fast." He said smoothly.

"Want me to go with you?" Regulus asked, moving to get up, but Aurelius caught Sala's eye and jerked his chin just the slightest towards the forest.

Sala, beautiful Sala, was very resourceful and immediately took the hint.

"I'll go. I need the loo too."

The other's waved them off, and Aurelius took his arm, moving in the direction of the castle before diverting them back towards the forest.

Aurelius felt a heavy weight on his heart as he contemplated the situation. He had been researching tirelessly, searching for a solution to help Sala heal his injured wings. The answer had eluded him until he stumbled upon a faint glimmer of hope—an ancient lore hinting at Fae blood's healing properties. Aurelius was hoping that not only would the Fae blood heal Sala's wings but would give him the edge he needed to be entirely accepted as part Fae.

With despair and resolve coursing through his veins, Aurelius approached where the Fae siblings were walking in the forest, Sala trailing behind him, fully trusting him despite being wary.

As he neared the secluded spot where the Fae siblings often retreated, Aurelius's heart raced with anticipation. He knew that this encounter was crucial, not only for Sala's well-being but for his happiness and safety too.

"Come on," Aurelius said softly, taking Sala's hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.

Laramie, with her flowing white hair mixed with silver and eyes that sparkled like starlight, looked up from her book as Aurelius and Sala drew closer. With his mismatched socks and a dreamy smile, Lorimer sat beside her, engrossed in his own world of imagination.

"Aurelius, Sala", Laramie greeted them, her voice as soft and melodious as a gentle breeze. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

Aurelius took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Laramie's radiant gaze. "I need your help, Laramie, Lorimer. I've discovered something that might hold the key to healing Sala's wings. It's said that Fae blood possesses remarkable healing properties, and I...I was wondering if you could help me."

Lorimer's dreamy expression turned serious, his gaze piercing through Aurelius as he contemplated the request. "Healing is a delicate matter, Aurelius. The balance between the Fae and the mortal world is a fragile dance. Are you sure you're willing to tread these waters?"

Aurelius nodded, ignoring Sala's frantic shakes of his head.

"I would do anything for Sala. He's my dear friend, and his wings are a part of who he is. I can't stand to see him in pain. If there's a chance, even a sliver of hope, I must pursue it."

"Lucien, what-"

"Hush, sweet one," Aurelius said to him very quietly.

Laramie's eyes softened, and she reached out to grasp Aurelius's hand gently. "We understand, Aurelius. Your bond with Sala is strong, and your intentions are pure. But you must also understand the consequences and the risks involved."

Sala was trying to push him away, to get him to ignore any kind of deal, but he would not be moved.

Aurelius swallowed the lump in his throat, his voice unwavering. "I am aware of the risks, Laramie. But if there's even a slight chance that your Fae blood could heal Sala's wings, I'm willing to take that risk."

Lorimer's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Aurelius, you must promise us one thing. Promise that you will use this knowledge responsibly and with the utmost care. The power of the Fae is not to be trifled with. It must be wielded with reverence and respect."

Aurelius bowed his head, his heart swelling with gratitude for their trust and guidance. "I promise, Laramie, Lorimer. I will handle this knowledge with the utmost care. I understand the gravity of what I'm asking."

They looked towards Sala too, and numbly, he bobbed his head in agreement, keeping his mouth shut.

The siblings exchanged a glance, and then Laramie spoke, her voice filled with caution and hope. "Very well, Aurelius. We will help you but under one condition. We will each extract a drop of our Fae blood, but you must promise that you will only use it for Sala's healing. No other purpose."

Aurelius's heart skipped a beat at Laramie's condition, realising the weight of their trust in his hands. He nodded earnestly, his eyes meeting Laramie's with unwavering determination.

"I promise, Laramie. I will honour your condition. This blood will be used solely for Sala's healing and nothing else. I understand the gravity of this gift, and I will not misuse it."

Lorimer's dreamy gaze softened, a flicker of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Very well, Aurelius. We trust you."

With a sense of purpose, Laramie extended her delicate hand, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. Aurelius hesitated for a moment, contemplating the gravity of the moment. But deep down, he knew this was Sala's best chance at healing.

He reached out and gently clasped Laramie's hand, the connection sending a tingling sensation through his fingertips. Laramie closed her eyes, a serene expression on her face, as she focused her energy on extracting a single drop of their precious Fae blood.

Aurelius watched in awe as a small, shimmering droplet formed at the tip of Laramie's finger. It glowed with an otherworldly radiance, reflecting the inherent magic of the Fae. Lorimer did the same, kicking his legs repeatedly as he waited.

"The phial is inside my pocket," Lorimer said to Aurelius. "Please take it."

Aurelius scrambled to get the phial and again wondered about the siblings' ability to 'see'. They must have known about this before even he did.

Aurelius produced a small phial from Lorimer's pocket, and Laramie carefully let the drop fall, capturing it within the glass container. The phial glowed momentarily before settling into a soft, ethereal glow. Laramie let her brother add his drop of blood, and the light intensified, nearly blinding him and Sala.

Of course, Laramie and Lorimer were unaffected.

Aurelius held his breath and could tell Sala didn't dare breathe.

With a gentle smile, Laramie handed the vial to Aurelius. "Take this, Aurelius. But remember, the healing process must be approached with caution and patience. Sala's wings are intertwined with his very essence. The path to their restoration may be as complex and delicate as the wings themselves."

Aurelius nodded, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you, Laramie, Lorimer. Your trust and guidance mean more to me than words can express. I will do everything in my power to ensure Sala's healing is carried out with the utmost care."

As he safely tucked the phial into his pocket, Aurelius felt renewed hope. With the precious gift of Fae's blood in his possession, he would hopefully fix Sala's wings.

"I was curious about something," Sala said just as they were about to leave. "When you were blood adopted, you also gave blood,"

"We did," Lorimer said, leaning back against the tree as if it were as comfortable as a soft bed.

"But...why?"

"Family is sacred, brother," Lorimer explained.

And it was with a shock that Aurelius remembered that Laramie and Lorimer were actually siblings with Sala.

"And that is also why we agreed now," Laramie said, smiling. "So if you tell anyone we gave you blood, we will deny it."

Sala smiled and hugged them, catching Lorimer when he almost fell out of the tree.

"Careful!" Aurelius yelped, panicking, but wanted to smack himself when Lorimer easily adjusted himself.

"I'm alright." Lucien, Lorimer grinned.

"Hey! I call him that." Sala muttered.

"And we are part of you, are we not?"

Sala sighed thoughtfully.

"Alright," he conceded and waved again.

"Stay safe," Aurelius said anyway, then turned back towards the castle.

"Do you think I'll change again if I swallow the blood?" Sala asked as they ran towards the castle, hoping to remain unseen.

"Actually," Aurelius said, stopping to run. "Here."

He pulled Sala into a cove and handed him the phial.

"Let's do it now."

Sala raised his eyebrows but agreed.

With incredible vigilance, Aurelius uncorked the phial and handed it over.

"Only one way to find out."

Sala poured the two drops of blood into his mouth that his siblings had given him. The taste was metallic, and as the warmth spread through his body, a surge of energy pulsed within him. He closed his eyes, embracing the transformation that was about to unfold.

At first, there was a tingling sensation, like the delicate brush of feathers against his skin. Sala's breath hitched as he felt a gentle pressure building in his back. He could sense the wings, once damaged and infected, awakening with renewed life.

Aurelius stood by his side, his eyes wide with awe and anticipation. He had been with Sala every step of the way, witnessing his suffering and yearning for his wings to be healed. Now, he watched with bated breath as Sala underwent this final transformation.

And then it happened. With a powerful yet graceful movement, vibrant wings burst forth from Sala's back, unfurling like a blossoming flower. They were a sight to behold, radiant and resplendent, each feather a delicate masterpiece of iridescent hues.

Aurelius couldn't help but gasp at the sheer beauty that unfolded before him. The wings stretched wide, filling the room with awe and wonder. They were a testament to Sala's resilience, a symbol of his rebirth and newfound freedom.

Sala himself was transfixed, his eyes filled with tears of joy. He gently flexed his wings, feeling the strength and grace within each movement. The scars and infections that had once marred his wings were now replaced with vitality and vibrancy.

As Sala's wings unfurled, a second shift coursed through his entire being. The energy that pulsed within him radiated outward, causing subtle changes to ripple across his appearance once more. His hair, already long and lustrous, grew even further, cascading down his back in a waterfall of silken strands.

Aurelius stood mesmerised as he watched Sala's once-human features undergo a delicate shift. His ears, while still retaining their gentle curve, took on a slightly more pointed shape—a subtle reflection of his Fae heritage. And as the light bathed his skin, it seemed to grow paler, lending an ethereal glow that enhanced his otherworldly beauty.

Sala's eyes, now shimmering with a hint of magic, met Aurelius' gaze. He raised a hand to touch his own cheek, feeling the delicate smoothness it now held. There was a softness to his features, a grace that mirrored the elegance of his wings.

Aurelius approached Sala with awe and tenderness, his fingertips brushing against the newly transformed strands of his hair. "You're becoming even more extraordinary, Sala," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and adoration. "Every part of you, every detail, reflects your inner strength and beauty."

Sala smiled, his eyes reflecting a sense of acceptance and self-discovery. "It's a part of who I am," he replied, his voice carrying a newfound confidence. "Embracing my Fae heritage allows me to fully express myself, to celebrate the essence of my being."

"I think the Veela was kicked out of you. Or maybe it was enhanced with the Fae blood?" Aurelius said thoughtfully, glancing at the boy Sala had become since the change in September.

Aurelius embraced Sala, his heart filled with love and acceptance. He revelled in the unique beauty that Sala embodied, cherishing every delicate shift that brought him closer to his true self. Together, they embraced the magic that flowed through their veins, unearthing the depths of their shared destiny.

The air around them crackled with a potent blend of love and transformation as they stood in each other's arms. Sala's wings arched behind him, solid and beautiful.

"Check this out," Sala said, curving his wings so that they were suddenly around Aurelius, and he was pulled flush against the other boy.

"Wow..." Aurelius said, his mouth dry.

"Think anyone will notice?" Sala joked when they finally made their way back to the blanket fort.

Aurelius laughed.

"Nah."

And as they embraced their shared path, they knew that no matter how much Sala's physical form changed, their love would remain unwavering—a bond that transcended the boundaries of time, appearance, and even the veil between the mortal and magical realms.

Just before they reached the fort, Sala turned towards Aurelius, a radiant smile gracing his features. "This," he declared, pointing to his wings that were now safely hidden beneath his t-shirt once more. "It's all because of you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You believed in me, even when I doubted myself. You stood by my side through the darkness and helped me find the light."

Aurelius took Sala's hand in his, the connection between them more emphatic than ever. "Sala," he said, his voice filled with unwavering love, "you've always been extraordinary. Your wings merely reflect the courage and magnificence that reside within you."

As they stood there, basking in the marvel of Sala's transformation, a sense of peace settled upon them. The wounds of the past had been healed physically and emotionally, and they embraced the future with renewed hope and determination.

"Thanks for giving me a gift on your birthday," Sala told him as they entered through the tent flaps.

"Thanks for being a part of it," Aurelius whispered back.

By the time they returned, Regulus, Sala and Theodore were already sleeping. Draco was curled up in another corner, twisting and turning, and Blaise was awake, seemingly waiting for their return.

"Come, rest now." He told them, a knowingly look in his eye, and Aurelius avoided.

As the night grew quiet and cold, Aurelius snuggled deep into the blankets, taking a deep breath and feeling comfortable, the warm fire and soft lights playing tricks on his sleepless eyes. He had never been happier in his life. Sala had crawled in front of him, and it was easy to wrap the boy up in his arms, covering both of them with the blanket.

The night drew on, and eventually, sleep took hold of them all. The murmur of his friends' breathing around him was calming, and Aurelius lapsed into a deep sleep, a contented smile on his face. It was, without a doubt, the most unforgettable birthday celebration he had ever had, and Aurelius would always be grateful for his friends who had pulled it off.

Aurelius slept soundly, lost in a deep slumber within the confines of his little fort, on what had been the best birthday ever. The night was quiet, and the only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance.

As the night wore on, everyone drifted into a deep sleep, each finding their place within the fort walls; even Laramie and Lorimer had joined, transforming into wolves before snuggling on the rug near the fire. Sometime after midnight, Aurelius felt a warm arm wrap around his body, and he snuggled closer, knowing it was his brother Blaise. "Happy birthday, little brother," Blaise whispered, holding him tight.

Aurelius smiled sleepily, feeling the love of his brother, who always knew what he needed without him having to say a word. "Thanks, Blaise," he whispered back, his words slurring slightly with the sleep.

"You know, this time next year, you'll be getting your Hogwarts letter," Blaise continued, his voice filled with anticipation.

Aurelius's heart swelled with joy at the thought of finally receiving his Hogwarts letter. "Do you really think so?" he asked, turning to face his brother, his eyes open and bright.

Blaise nodded, his eyes filled with excitement. "Of course, little brother. You're a wizard, just like the rest of us. Hogwarts is waiting for you."

Aurelius grinned from ear to ear, feeling his brother's embrace tighten around him. "Thank you," he whispered, snuggling closer to his brother's chest. It was moments like this that made him feel safe and loved and grateful for everything he had.

Sala cuddled close too, and with that, they fell asleep again, surrounded by the warmth and love of their friends, their fort, and the magic of the night.