Out Of The Darkness
Chapter 21
Slash warning in this chapter if you arent old enough please do not read. rated M for safety AND FOR A REASON!
Speaking To Ryssa And Savitar Makes An Appearance
It took nearly an hour to convince Ash to take the stone, with every ounce of Harry Slytherin nature tested to the limit. As he tried and succeeded in convincing Ash to take it. It seemed as though Acheron truly held himself responsible, Harry understood that all too well. He blamed himself for many people's deaths, his parents, Cedric, Sirius, Hedwig, Mad eye, and everyone else that had died during the battle, it didn't matter how many lives he'd saved. Between them they'd saved their worlds multiple times. Yet they were treated the worst, why they continued to do so was anyone's guess.
Acheron finally put out his hand and attentively took the ruby resurrection stone. His face pained and filled with self loathing. As much as Harry wanted to stay, it was best for him to do it alone. Ash would probably want it that way; he was too much like himself. Harry would have spoken to his parents alone, and plus all he would see was Acheron talking to himself. He wouldn't be able to see Ryssa. He'd never investigated whether he'd see them too if he was touching…he somehow doubted it. They'd just end up with a room filled with people they both had loved and lost. Another part of Harry realized Ash wouldn't want anyone seeing him vulnerable. Taking one look at his pensive, a new through struck him causing him to grin wryly. Perhaps he could help Ash that way as well; he had so many bad memories. He had though he did, stupid him, Ash had so many memories. He was eleven thousand years old, and he'd accumulated a lot of them. Harry Apparated to Seattle, he knew there was a magical community hidden there. There was a magical community hidden nearly everywhere in America. With the exception of the small towns. Using a glamour on himself, hiding his new magic so nobody could realize something was off about him. He began his walk to find a shop that could help him.
Acheron gasped when a vision of his sister came before him, she looked beautiful, nothing like what they'd done to her. The clothes she had worn were on her, not even the slightest bit torn. Then he heard her magical voice washing over him. How he'd missed her all those years. She had been the only person to love him unconditionally. No not unconditionally she had been ashamed of him.
"Acheron! How did I get here?" she asked in her low melodic voice. Her voice might be melodic but she had a temper on her. She fought for what she believed in, even going against her parents. She had even run away with Acheron to keep him safe. She had failed but she had done it regardless.
"Ryssa," choked Acheron, the grief he felt so profound it was amazing he hadn't fallen to his knees in despair. He felt like he had just found her all over again, dead.
"Acheron, I'm so proud of you," she said a smile playing across her face. She had been watching over him all those years. When she was able to of course, but what she'd seen made her proud of her brother. She was speaking Atlantean of course, and her accent was still very strong. Nothing like Acheron's now, but he automatically changed back to his birth language as he spoke to her. His American accent nowhere to be found.
"I'm so sorry," he choked out his breath almost ragged.
"What do you have to be sorry for Acheron?" said Ryssa cocking her head to the side, regarding her brother solemnly. He hadn't changed a day; she'd sensed him down in Hades domain for one day before he vanished again. She hadn't got to see him, but she had sensed him.
"It was my fault," he told Ryssa ashamed.
"So you sent the people to kill us did you?" she said shaking her head at her brother. She never thought she would have a chance to talk to him again. So many years had passed; she began to realize Acheron would never come. She knew he was a god now, always had been, but that didn't make him any less he brother. She knew he grieved for them, that he blamed himself for their deaths. If she had been able, she would have killed Apollo for harming her brother. Ryssa loved him above all else, perhaps maybe not her son but yes, Acheron had always had a special place in her heart. Maybe because he had been ripped away from her so viciously when they were children. Or maybe because nobody else had loved him, she had taken it upon herself to do so. She had spent so many years worrying about him, trying to help him. She'd been his protector, all those years. Doing what she could to keep him safe. Yet almost failing at every turn.
"No," Acheron roared angrily, how dare she accuse him of such a thing, he loved her and her son dearly.
"Then you have nothing to be sorry for, it was our time to go Acheron, you can't fight fate." said Ryssa simply. "If anyone is to blame its Artemis and Apollo. You were right I should never have gotten involved." she said almost ashamed, but she couldn't regret it fully, for she had gotten a beautiful son out of it. Yes she had shouted out for Acheron, it had never been Apollo she shouted for. It's probably why Apollo had been so angry, and taken it out on Acheron. She was glad her son hadn't survived, for he would have died painfully on his twenty seventh birthday, caught up in the curse Apollo had wrought upon his own blood.
Acheron felt no smugness that Ryssa had finally admitted to being wrong. He had been just as wrong to get involved with Artemis. He no longer had to put up with her; she was gone from his life for good. That he did feel smug about, but Harry's magic was too strong. He wasn't sure if Harry had intended on actually destroying the entire temple or not. If he hadn't then his magic was out of control, he would need training. It had taken him along time to be trained in his powers. He couldn't possibly stand being away from Harry for so long. Not just after finding someone, who had gone out their way to repeatedly help him since he'd appeared in his life. He'd put Artemis in his place for him, done many things for him. This was just the most recent thing. He kept in mind what Harry said, 'It didn't do to dwell on dreams and forget to live'. Ryssa was gone, this was just a small part of he lift behind. So he swore he'd only use it once, and then give it back to his lover.
Harry finally found the shop he wanted, it was an odds and ends shop, it's where he'd found his pensive. That was of course before he got his family pensive back from Dumbledore. The old fool had been stealing from his vaults, books, artefacts and the likes. He hadn't stole money though which was surprising, after hearing he'd stolen he'd expected it. Then again Dumbledore had a lot of money; he received money as Headmaster, Head of the Wizengamot and donated money from people in the Order of the Phoenix. His own parents had given a small amount to the organization. Yes, he'd finally gotten his parents wills read after the war ended. The goblins all too happy to help, after he gave them money to help restore the damage he had caused…well it had been a dragon really. Instead of giving it to the order though, he'd given it to St. Mungo's to help with the people hurt during the war.
He wondered how Acheron was getting on; he just hoped Ryssa did absolve Ash of the guilt he held so wrongfully. If it had only been so easy for him, he didn't take his own advice. Despite what he knew, he still blamed himself for all the deaths. He failed to realize without him, there probably wouldn't be a Wizarding world left. Voldemort would have taken control of the Ministry, Hogwarts and Wizarding Britain. Killing Muggle born's for having magic, enslaving Muggles and eventually the purebloods would have produced squibs. It would ultimately have been the end of Wizarding Britain. It wouldn't have satisfied Voldemort. He would have continued his quest for world domination. Magic would have been fully exposed, and the world would never have truly recovered. But magic would never have let that happen, and that was why the prophecy had been overheard. To set destiny on its rightful path, how Harry had suffered had been completely unnecessarily, just like Acheron's life.
So much unnecessary suffering because of human idiocy and greed.
Unfortunately the world would never change, one day that would result in complete disaster. The world ending with a big puff of mushroom cloud. Annihilation as predicted.
"Can I help you sir?" asked the owner, putting down his magazine, eager to have a customer to help.
"Do you have any portable pensive's?" asked Harry making his way over, shaking off his idle thoughts. He'd find out soon enough how Ash had gotten on.
"Of course," said the man looking slightly insulted, he had everything, this was an odds and ends shop after all. He wasn't stupid enough to openly display his insulted nature, instead he led him over to the pensive's, which were almost hidden by a stack of books and other trinkets. There were quite a few portable pensive's, more than actual pensive's actually. "Can you make one? I mean with a different top and design?" asked Harry, slightly disappointed there was nothing Ash could possibly like, never mind wear.
"Of course, what do you have in mind sir?" asked the owner curiously.
"Skull and crossbones," said Harry wryly, as if Ash would wear anything but. He'd noticed Ash had the design on nearly everything he owned, so it wasn't a hard guess to make.
"I could do that," said the owner agreeably, it was incredibly easy especially with magic.
"How long will it take?" asked Harry, thinking he'd more than likely have to leave then come back. He kept forgetting the beauty of magic, which meant you, can do almost whatever you want instantly.
"Ten minutes," he told him before asking "which one would you like?"
"I'll have the black one," said Harry, Black seemed to be Ash's favourite colour. He was a Goth so what do you expect? He had probably started the Goth movement. He sniggered at the thought of Ash in jeans.
"Metal or plastic?" he then asked.
"Metal." stated Harry firmly.
"Platinum, gold or silver?" he asked "Or would you prefer something less pricy like Pewter?"
"Platinum" he said shaking his head, less pricy if he'd wanted less pricy he'd have gone with the bloody plastic. Then again the man had to ask after all, he wasn't going to design something then have Harry tell him he didn't want it.
He nodded his head before removing the black pensive, ambling through the back. He was indeed gone for ten minutes; in that time Harry had looked around the shop curiously. He found a set of chains, and realized he'd probably need to buy one as well. What better way to keep it safe than to have it securely tied to your neck? Ash probably wouldn't leave it anywhere.
"This what you want sir?" asked the man showing him the now modified pensive for him to inspect.
"Perfect." stated Harry nodding his head in satisfaction; it was exactly what he wanted. "Can I get the platinum neck chain as well." said Harry removing his card from his wallet. He hadn't used his account in years; hopefully the Goblins wouldn't let anyone know his account had been used. He really didn't want anyone finding out where he was. Then again he hadn't really been hiding, if they'd wanted to find him they could have. Unless of course there were many Harry Potter's in the Muggle world.
"Which size did you want?" he asked bringing Harry out of his thoughts.
"The biggest you have." said Harry flippantly, price obviously wasn't a concern.
After that everything went quickly, he handed over his card not blinking at the price. If it helped Acheron then price didn't matter. If he didn't want it well, Harry would certainly find a use for it.
"Thank you sir, you have yourself a good day," said the man handing back over the card, putting the receipt in the bag beside the boxed pensive.
"Thanks," said Harry nodding respectfully he exited the shop. He ended up passing a pub, unable to resist he went in. Ordered a few bottles of Firewhisky and Butterbeer. He had not had any these drinks since he was seventeen years old. He wasn't asked for ID this time, like he had before. Of course his ID had been the form of his lightening bolt scar. Everyone knew who he was, and his birthday, everything about him come to that.
After that he Apparated back to Acheron's apartment, it's where they had been staying. They had to work something out soon, after all nearly all his clothes were back home. That reminded him, he'd best call Margaret, let her know he was fine. She no doubt was worried about him, just thinking about her made him smile. He missed her, a lot more than he thought he would.
Acheron wasn't around; he didn't allow himself to become too concerned. He knew Acheron had Simi, a daughter and son in law he saw often as well as a grand child on the way. Since he didn't have to worry about Artemis he knew everything would be okay. Plus he'd probably had quite an emotional conversation with his mortal sister. If anything poor Acheron probably needed some time to come to terms with the feeling of forgiveness or absolveness.
He wasn't alone long, Acheron teleported back in after half an hour. He had those damn glasses on again. He had obviously been in the normal world, since he didn't wear them anywhere else. That was wrong actually, he wore them even in front of his Dark-Hunters.
Summoning the glasses shaking his head in exasperation, he asked him "Are you okay?" from where he was sat on the seat drinking a Butterbeer.
Acheron stepped forward, hoisting Harry off the couch before taking him in a breathtaking kiss. Bringing him as close as possible, just wanting to feel Harry close to him. To make sure he truly was real, and this wasn't some sort of hallucination. Harry had done nothing but help him, yet he didn't know how to thank him in turn. So he expressed his feelings the only way he could. He wasn't a man who spoke about his feelings any other way.
Teleporting them to the bedroom, he had them both on the bed and naked without so much as blinking. Never removing his body from Harry's desperately wanting to be close to him, Harry realized this was more than just sex, it was Ash's way of telling him something. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he had a feeling it was between a 'thank you' and 'I love you' something Ash probably wouldn't admit at least not for a while. This wasn't a man used to sharing his feelings or thoughts with anyone. Harry groaned his thoughts abruptly cut off, as Acheron skilfully brought pleasure on Harry's body.
Their magic sizzled together, as Acheron prepared Harry; he seemed desperate to be inside him. Yet he continued to savour Harry's body, bringing him too much pleasure for him to cope with. So it came as no surprise that Harry orgasmed desperately and urgently between them. His body aglow with sweat, his fingers intertwined on the bed sheets, stopping himself from clutching at Ash's neck and hair. Very aware that Acheron didn't like it the least.
Harry closed his eyes, arching up, the feeling of Acheron's fingers were playing havoc with his body and magic. Then he felt Acheron biting into his neck, there was no pain this time only absolute bliss. He felt Acheron enter him at that very second. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, as his body almost arched off the bed wreathing in extreme blinding desire. He felt the tingling building; he tried to hold it off for as long as possible. Unfortunately Harry didn't last long; Ash hitting that spot inside of him was too much.
Harry all but blacked out; coming to himself as he lay sprawled out enjoying the afterglow. He felt Acheron licking his neck, he definitely reminded him of a vampire now. He was too exhausted and sated to even laugh; he just nuzzled back into Ash. Enjoying the feelings so alien to him, he never wanted to let Ash go.
"Are you okay?" Ash asked his voice tinged with worry; worried he had drunk too much he had gotten carried away. Seeing Harry throwing his head back as he had his neck in clear view. He wasn't hungry by any means, but he'd remembered the feeling of drinking from him before. His blood had been so sweet, different from Artemis', better.
"Mmmhmm." murmured Harry unable to coherently speak a word. He didn't have the magic to summon his present though. He merely floated it over to Ash, not even touching it himself. "I got this for you." he said eventually, his eyes still closed using Acheron's arm as a pillow.
"What is it?" asked Acheron surprised, catching the floating box barely able to stop himself shaking it to see what was in it. It wasn't often he received gifts, not without someone wanting something in return. He knew Harry wasn't like the rest of them, it made him love Harry all the more.
"Open it and find out," said Harry opening his eyes staring at Acheron wickedly.
Acheron removed the lid, peering in curiously, and his eyes brighter than normal. Harry imagined he'd see them twinkling if they weren't already swirling. Ash removed the skull pendant smirking wryly.
"It's a pensive, you can put your memories into it and keep it close at all times." said Harry. "Believe me it helps." he was tempted to get one for himself, and keep the big one empty.
"Thank you," said Acheron swallowing the lump in his throat.
"You're welcome." murmured Harry tiredly.
"What will happen to the souls of my Dark-Hunters now that Artemis can't control them?" asked Ash warily. He'd been worried Artemis would destroy them out of spite, to hurt him more.
"I have them; they are in my trunk safe. All they need to do is ask, when they find their out clause." said Harry wakening up slightly.
"What about the magic?" enquired Ash.
"What about it?" asked Harry confused.
"Do they still have it? Or has it changed more geared towards yours?" asked Ash.
"Nothing has changed, I hope you are okay that more Dark- Hunters wont be created?" asked Harry.
"I never wanted them created in the first place, Artemis did it to control me." said Acheron stiffening noticeable.
"That doesn't surprise me," said Harry wryly.
Just then someone teleported into the room, "Well damn I do wish I was blind now." growled a new voice.
"What do you expect teleporting yourself into someone's bedroom?" sneered Harry indignantly, his face going a lovely red colour, too bad Ash didn't have time to appreciate it. He had a feeling he was going to have to stop those two from killing each other. As he got up he clothed them both.
"Boy you better be glad Acheron likes you or I'd destroy you where you stand." said Savitar.
"Which part of that is supposed to scare me?" asked Harry disinterested.
"Stop it, Savitar what are you doing here?" he was worried something had happened.
"He needs trained," said Savitar bluntly. Acheron winced, Savitar was going about it the wrong way, Harry didn't like being told what to do. Not that Acheron could blame him, after the way his life had been.
"He is still in the room." grumbled Harry shaking his head in irritation. "And I'm not a dog." although admittedly he knew the truth, he probably did need trained in all his new powers.
There we go i hope you are still enjoying it and the characters are still believable! next chapter Savitar trains Harry and a LOT of sarcasm ;) R&R PLEASE! will Savitar and harry get on despite the banter?