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Chapter 77

He smiled that smile that didn't reach his eyes and closed the door behind him with a push from his back, he leaned against the large white door for a few moments, as his amber eyes surveyed my body, lingering over the exposed wounds.

"You need to keep those warm."

I ignored his soft spoken advice and pushed my face into my hands, this can't be happening now. I can't be having a vision…now! I rubbed my palm into my eyes, trying to force myself into reality. How can I stop this…there must be something I can do…

"Ky, you'll aggravate the wound at your stomach, it's quite deep in comparison to the superficial one's on your arm."

"Go away!" I screamed at him, deciding if ignoring my vision wasn't doing the trick then confronting it might. "Just fuck off!"

He narrowed his eyes at me as he pushed off the door, walking forward, his steps echoing on the gleaming white tiles , holding up a long finger in chastisement, "Mind your language, do not speak as if you are an imbecile, it insults your intellect."

Was I actually being lectured on verbal conduct by my vision? I threw the white sheet off me, jumping out of the bed.

"Get back in that bed. And keep your wound warm." I flinched when he grabbed my sleeve and rolled it back down to cover the swollen skin, he nudged me softly back to the bed. I didn't fight him, too shocked at the fact that I could actually feel his fingers push against my skin…the back of my knees hit the bed and I let him push me onto it. He looked down at me, his honey eyes filled with slight signs of concern, "Are you in pain?" He grabbed my wrist, his brows furrowed in confusion, "Your hearts racing."

I looked down at the place where his middle finger and index met my wrist, concentrating on the soft pads of flesh of his fingertips as much as he concentrated on the flow of the blood in my artery as each beat went past.

"I can…" I shook my head, what was happening? You can't touch a vision! Right?

He sighed, "Yes you can't. Will you stop that? You're disappointing me."

I pulled my eyes away from his hand on my wrist, looking at the door…wait…wait…there was no window pane covering the top half of the door which was a uniform factor in the wards in Mungo's…just a solid door…with a fancy gold handle…

"Where am I?"

He smiled, letting my wrist go, "That's more like it, finally figured out that you're not in St Mungo's."

I shook my head, no…this was just a vision that's why-

"This is not a vision Ky. Really, you should know the differences by now, I've touched you twice and the most logical one…" He looked down at me, his eyebrows raised in waited expectation of my answer like he was a professor giving me a quiz.

"…the Vikadel."

"Precisely, the Vikadel put an end to your visions, didn't it?" He smirked down at me, walking to the window and closing the alabaster curtains, which didn't do much to stop the sunlight from entering as it passed through the cotton fibres with ease, but at least it wasn't painfully bright like it was a few moments ago…this whole room was a cave of reflection…bright white surface upon bright white surface…I didn't like it. His back was to me, seemingly seeing something highly entertaining in the plain white curtain.

"What was it that Miss Granger said… ahhh…yes…" He chuckled to himself, his broad shoulders trembling with the movement, I looked to the door again as his back was turned, slowly slipping off the bed.

"There are two rivers of power within you. One river is for your magic… your spell casting and potion making, whilst the other river is for your Clairvoyant Ability…your visions. Usually with gifted people such as yourself, the power from these rivers are independent parallel entities. If one spent more time casting spells and brewing potions, the Magic River will develop, the current will flow with more energy, faster and more furious than the neglected Clairvoyant River. The same can be assumed if the opposite had to occur…But not in your case. You appear to have a bridge of sorts that allows power to flow from your Magic River over to your Clairvoyant River, depending on what power you need at the time, so to develop one is to develop both…so to try to destroy one would justly mean to destroy both...so when the Vikadel was administered to eradicate your Clairvoyant River, it crossed the bridge to your Magic River as well and worked it's magic. And poor Ky…lost all her powers. Until our dashing hero came into the picture, urging his right hand lady on the job to get his girl's power back, and ta-da, they did! Potter and Granger doing the impossible yet again. Those two really are something. You on the other hand, are turning out to be quite the disappointment, do you really think I would leave that door unlocked with my back turned?"

I gritted my teeth, thinking that exactly but trying nevertheless. I sighed, the tiles cold on my bare feet and turned around at the same time he did, standing two steps from the white door while he remained at the window. I stared at him whilst he did the same, he looked no older than Linus, his hair was honey, with darker strands highlighted by the sunlight seeping through the translucent curtains at his back. His eyes were orbs of expressionless amber, his face was chiseled and smooth, not a storytelling wrinkle upon it. He was broad in an unassuming kind of way, where Linus was lean and tall and Len was more muscular but shorter, he was tall and muscular with a tapered waist that prevented him from looking too big…the way he stood aided his look, back ramrod straight and shoulders wide…like a soldier, nothing about him screamed wizard. Wizard's never trained their body physically; the only muscular wizards I can think of are quidditch players and Len.

"You can't be real." I forgot about the door a hand's reach away, lost in my inner dilemma. He can't be…it wasn't possible. Not at all. I took in each of his solid features analytically, trying to see the giveaway, maybe a hazy outline or a missing detail…but this whole vision screamed of the high definition of real life.

"What other explanation can there be?"

Could I have gotten my visions back? I did get my magic back…I think...I harnessed what little of the power I had left at a rate higher than the Vikadel was destroying it…the Vikadel.

"It must be gone." The last remnants of the Vikadel must have completely gone…the way I fought yesterday, the only pain coming from the insults inflicted by the enemy…not from my inner stress…it must have gone…I have my magic back. It's back. "She's back." I looked down at my palms, all previous thoughts vanishing at the delayed realisation…she's here to stay.

"Yes. The Vikadel is gone and your magic is officially back. No more playing tug of war, you win."

I pulled my eyes away from my hands at the sound of his monotonous voice, staring at him, able to concentrate on the problem at hand. I gasped.

"Bravo. You finally get it, don't you? To develop the power in one of your rivers is to develop power in both, and just as the vikadel flowed over the bridge to get to your Magic River, the power you developed in your Magic River flowed over to your Clairvoyant River. And now that the Vikadel is gone, your magic can grow sans inhibition, flow over to each other sans inhibition..."

"Then you are a vision." My whole body sighed in relief as it finally sunk in…both of my powers were back…I laughed; this was too good to be true.

"Usually is the case, isn't it."

I frowned at him, sick of his conversation already. I wanted to get to Harry and Mi, tell them that she's back! That all that hard work paid off! I needed this infernal vision to end! Maybe if I could concentrate on something…something tangible. I touched my neck, feeling for the familiar locket.

"Looking for this." The locket hung from his fingertips and I narrowed my eyes at him, I felt my neck…my bare neck. I fingered the fondina at my hip, following the steel up…stopping…empty…

"And this?" He held up my wand with his left hand, twiddling it between his fingers. He smirked at me, "Still think I'm a vision?"

My nostrils flared in frustration at the purposely confusing man, one moment his convincing me he's a vision and the next he's convincing me otherwise. If he thinks he has the upper hand he's sadly fucking mistaken. I moved my right hand up angrily, ignoring the pain at my arm, thinking the enchantment.

He laughed in response as I stared at my right palm in shock, "It never grows old how funny that is, your expression when wandless magic fails." He cleared his throat, "Now Ky, I know what you're thinking, but no, don't fear, your magic is definitely back. It just won't work in this room. The wards prevent you using magic here."

"If my magic can't work here…"

"Then I'm not a vision. Like I've been saying…repetitively."

That's impossible; he had to be a vision. I know, initially after the cave-in, I was adamant that he wasn't but I saw reason, how could he go unnoticed both in Hogwarts and Grimmauld Place. It was impossible…what happened after my fight. Did Umbridge do this? No, that's even less likely, Harry came, and he saved me. Unless…no…Minnie!

"McGonagall is fine. You over reacted like you do so often, she was just stunned, not dead. And so is Potter…well more or less. He looked two seconds from hitting Dolores Umbridge with a killing curse but Severus Snape got there in time, couldn't say who was angrier but then Snape is notorious for keeping his cool, or at least his façade. Managed to restrain our dashing hero and take your crazy derrière to Mungo's. And no, that's not where you are right now. Don't, if you get out of bed for the second time I'm going to restrain you."

"I thought there's no magic allowed in this room."

"I didn't say that, I said you can't do magic, I said nothing of the sort in regards to me. That look of confusion doesn't suit you well." He looked at his watch and sighed, sitting down on the armchair that he just conjured as if to demonstrate his point.

"Let's make a deal, you stay put, and I will answer any questions I'm at liberty to answer."

I glared at him, trying to come up with a plan, I tried doing magic during his whole speech and couldn't, so he was right about the room. There would be no use trying to open that door, it wouldn't budge.

"Kinky."

He chuckled, "That trick won't work here, the wards." He pointed his finger nonchalantly at the ceiling.

"What do you want with me?"

"Ahhh, a very wise choice." He took my question as an agreement to his aforementioned deal. "I know you are a woman of your word as I am a man of the same cloth, get comfortable, I shall answer what I can."

He leaned his cheek on his fist, his arm on the arm of the armchair, his eyes caught in the line of light from the slit in the curtain and it glowed a beautiful gold…

I glanced at the door again, if there were wards stopping me from using magic, surely the spells on the door were solid. I glanced at the curtain, sunlight radiated through its fibres…it must be past midday…I couldn't tell what floor we are on, I squinted, trying to make out any trees, hoping to judge the height by its level.

"Don't, you're on the third floor, not that jumping out that way would be a possibility, the windows are warded as well."

I turned my eyes back on him, weighing my options, trying to do magic again but failing. I looked at him again, taking in the long muscles…fuck…why did I have to run into the only wizard who seems like he could hold his own in a physical fight. Not that I should even try, in my present state he would snap me like a twig. I can't use magic, I can't use my fists…well I have one more weapon in my arsenal…my brain never failed me yet.

"Are you Silvestre Sabre?"

He sighed, adjusting himself in his seat, making himself more comfortable when it seemed like I gave up on trying to bolt out the door or jump out the window. "Yes, I am."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "That's not possible."

"Says who?"

"You died about a hundred years ago!"

"I was pronounced dead a hundred years ago."

"Even if you didn't, you look like twenty five! That's not possible!"

"Again with the not possible? For a witch you hold too much standard to the dictation of what reality is, magic itself is a denial of all the rules governing what normal people perceive as real. Can the defiance of reality itself be governed by rules?"

"Everything has rules! People are not immortal! There are rules for everything!"

"Rules are meant to be broken." He smirked as he said the words I used so many times as a kid.

"Are…are you claiming immortality."

He rolled his eyes, "No, I don't care for immortality."

"Then what do you care for? What do you want with me? What the fuck is going on!" I was losing patience and quickly.

"One more utterance of vulgarity and I will call off the deal." His golden eyes glinted seriously at me, "As for your other questions, I want nothing from you and as to what is going on…I cannot tell you."

"Cannot or will not."

"Cannot. As I don't know."

I growled in frustration, he was so infuriating. "Stop with the riddles already! If you're not a vision, how are you alive? How do you look the way you do if you're not immortal!"

He glanced down at his watch again, "What are you waiting for?"

He glanced up at me, "Nothing."

"Don't lie, you've been checking the time every few minutes! What am I doing here! How did I get out of Mungo's!"

"I brought you here. I took you from St. Mungo's."

"Undetected! How do you get everywhere undetected? What are you?"

The corner of his lips cocked into a crooked grin, his eyes glinted with an unreadable emotion, "Ahhh…finally, you ask the right question. What am I? I do not know."

He gave me a contemplative look, what does he mean he doesn't know?

"Are you a vision?"

"No."

"Are you immortal?"

"No."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Yes."

"Then how is it that you look the way you do."

"I don't age."

"You…you don't age. Then you are immortal!"

"No. As I said before. I am not immortal, I can die. I just can't age."

I narrowed my eyes… "Are…are…" I felt stupid even thinking it, "Are you a vampire."

He scoffed, "Have you seen a vampire before? What kind of vampire looks the way I do? Do you not see the sun striking my face?"

"Are you half-vampire then?" I read of those, rare instances where witches and vampires mate, Bobby has a picture of this old wizard singer across her wall, she said something about him being half-vampire…I tried thinking of this guys smile, remembering vividly that the half-vampire on the wall had prominent fangs.

As if in answer he smiled at me…shining straight teeth glowing at me, he touched the tip of his nose, "She's getting closer. No, not half-vampire."

I growled for the second time, "Just tell me who you are!"

"I told you! I am-"

"You cannot be Silvestre Sabre! I know your mother! She said you died!"

The smirk fell of his face and for the first time he looked…angry? This is it…the dent in the shield.

"Why does your mother think you're dead? Why would you lie to your family? Sabre!"

"Don't call me that!" He stood up, looming over the foot of the bed, "Don't…"

I looked into his gold eyes, they shorn with…emotions, something I couldn't label because there was a fusion of so many emotions there…nothing good though. He quickly turned away from me, heading towards the curtain. If I asked about his mother again, would that be the line…I can't cross the line just yet, not in my present state.

"Tell me how you came to be what you are?"

He glanced towards me, "You're getting smarter at this question game."

"I'm a fast learner."

He sighed, looking at the closed curtain. He pivoted and took the steps to his blue armchair, sitting down and looking up at me. "What do you know of the Sabers?"

He had the look of a professor again, I leaned back in the soft bed, "French family, the matriarch is Gabrielle Sabre." I took a momentary pause but there was no tantrum at the mention of her name. "Her grandson is Baron Sabre, a widower with eighteen year old twins, Silvain and Selina. They haven't been to France in a while, they're…" What did Gabrielle say…? "Oh, yes, citizens of the world."

I wasn't going to tell him anything about them being in the Order.

"Citizens of the world." Whatever emotions or thoughts he had about the term were safely hidden in his head, no hints displayed on his face. "The Sabres are one of the oldest families in France, the only pureblood family in the whole of France and probably Britain to never breed a branch family. To be born a Sabre is to die a Sabre, irrelevant of your gender. This was as the sole reason to exist as a Sabre was to defend and serve the House of Régalien, which of course was the Royal Family of the Wizarding World."

"Was?"

"It does not surprise me that the monarchy is not taught at Howarts, Britain was never in favour of a throne, relying heavily on their Ministry as soul guidance. Personally I think it was born out of fear of the Ministers of Magic themselves, not wanting to share the power. I won't get into the details of the international affairs with regards to the Monarchy; all you need to know is that the House of Régalien fell in the late eighteen hundreds. Fell to the hands of Séraphin, a Dark Wizard who had notions similar but different from that of your Voldemort. Séraphin was, and this is quite the cliché, the head advisor to the Throne… Séraphin didn't believe in blood supremacy, he…believed in a madder cause. He had ideas of a race higher than that of wizard kind itself, a race who he would father. But like all madmen he still had his followers. He used over a thousand wizards in his experiments to harness his perfect race, resulting in a thousand deaths. When my fa…Urbain Sabre found out of his plans it was much too late, he already managed to perfect his work…he created the 'perfect being.' He amalgamated the key features of the many races we have in this world, immortality of a vampire, strength of the werewolf, unquestionable 'loyalty'-"

He spat the word, the only phrase in his answer to have the slightest of difference in tone, "-of a House Elf. The only problem Séraphin had was the amalgamation worked… on infants. He had the perfect army, he called them The Palbei, he just had to wait many years for them to be of any use. Urbain, who was the head of the Sabre family and therefore Chief of the Royal Guard, found out Séraphin's plans…but it was too late. He already bewitched tens of kidnapped babies, so he killed the guinea pigs and went after Seraphin."

I looked down; cursing my imagination and the choice of his words…guinea pigs…they were innocent…

"Séraphin retaliated by going after the Throne, resulting in a civil war in the Monarchy itself as he had many followers within the Royal Family , with the final result being the deaths of three quarter of the House of Sabre, and almost all of the House of Régalien, save for one sole survivor, the princess. As for Séraphin, he lost all his followers, and vanished…"

His face remained expressionless as I waited for him to explain, even though I had an inkling of his purpose in this story. "Twenty years later, Séraphin returned, acting through the single soldier that survived in his arsenal."

"I thought that Urbain Sabre killed all the-"

"One infant survived. The soldier went on to kill the princess."

"And that was the end of the House of Régalien."

He shook his head, looking down at his crisscrossed fingers, the gesture having more to do with him averting his eyes than any interest in his hands, "Urbain Sabre put an end to the House of Régalien by killing the infant child of the princess."

"Wait…but I thought that the Sabres job was to protect the house of Régalien."

"It was. But the core of that job was protecting Wizarding France itself, hence the Royal Family that governed it. The Sabres were to protect France from any and all threats. Even future ones."

"The baby…how was the baby a future threat?"

"He could not have known for sure, time only could tell, Urbain took matters into his own hands and killed the child because he had the genes of The Palbei."

"But how would the baby have the genes of a Palbei if…oh." The last Palbei would be the soldier that killed the princess, but if the princess' child had the genes of the Palbei that means that the father was Séraphin's last soldier…who killed the mother of his child!

"What happened to Séraphin and the last Palbei…?"

"Urbain killed Séraphin. He nearly killed the Palbei, Urbain thought he was dead, but the Palbei was unfortunately saved."

I bit my lip…oh fuck. "Are you the last Palbei?"

His expression didn't change a bit, "Yes."

He killed the Princess, the mother of his child and watched while his child was killed…by his father…who went on to almost kill him…

"But…Séraphin was dead…he didn't have to…you didn't bid his command anymore…you wouldn't-"

"Urbain believed the Palbei are an abomination on life. It was irrelevant if Séraphin was still alive to rule them, to have immortality of a vampire, strength of a werewolf, the loyalty of house elf along with magic, nobody should have that kind of power in their arsenal."

"I don't understand…how did you survive if your fa-…if Urbain killed all the infant Palbei."

"Quite simply he had no idea that I was a Palbei. We lived at Court, just like Séraphin, it was easy for him to get access to me. And as I grew up there were no signs, I do not change during the full moon, my only lycanthropic feature being my speed, agility and strength. Also the sole features of vampirism were the eternal youth, not immortality. I wouldn't succumb to illness but if you chop of my head I could die, you'd just have to be able to get close enough. I grew to the height of my youth but it was impossible for him to know that I didn't age, I was twenty and looked twenty, it's not so much a give a way as being a hundred and looking twenty. So when Séraphin resurfaced and instructed me to kill the princess, Urbain saw me for what I really was and killed me, or thought he had."

And then went on to kill your baby. I stared into his light amber eyes, all expression hidden away. To have your free will stolen from you…to live with the fact that you killed your lover…and your own father killed your child…how does one sleep…how do you live? A blessing to so many…eternal youth…must be the greatest curse for him…I tried imagining killing Harry, be it with wand or knife or sword or arrow, nothing could take image in my eye…it was an impossibility. I couldn't imagine what it was like to see your child murdered in front of you…by your own father…maybe it would be like watching Linus kill Lenzo…

I felt the warmth creep down my cheeks, lost in images of his heart ache that I shaped with people in my own life, why was I doing this? I swept the tears swiftly away with the back of my hands, ignoring his narrowed eyes, embarrassed at my tears and wanting nothing more than to stop thinking about murdered babies.

"How did you get into Hogwarts? And Black Manor."

His eyes remained narrowed, clasped firmly on me, not even allowing me a private moment to pull myself together. Anger at his invasive nature seemed to do the job and the tears quickly stopped and I glared at him. That seemed to do the trick as he leaned back in the armchair,

"I didn't. At those times I was a vision. This is the first time we've officially met."

What? Vision? But I thought he just said he wasn't a vision! "How?" The simple question came out as the most accusatory bark in my frustration.

"You haven't noticed, have you? I've been answering questions that you haven't voiced this whole conversation."

I thought back to our earlier conversations,

-"I can…" I shook my head, what was happening? You can't touch a vision! Right?

He sighed, "Yes, you can't. Will you stop that. You're disappointing me."

- It was impossible…what happened after my fight. Did Umbridge do this? No, that's even less likely, Harry came, and he saved me. Unless…no…Minnie!

"McGonagall is fine. You over reacted like you do so often, she was just stunned, not dead.

-I couldn't tell what floor we are on; I squinted, trying to make out any trees, hoping to judge the height by its level.

"Don't, you're on the third floor, not that jumping out that way would be a possibility, the windows are warded as well."

…yes…he had been answering my very thoughts… "That isn't possible. Not even Nonno can get into my head."

"Yes, your grandfather is a very strong legilimens, and your mind is a natural vault...just another one of the effects of your mind boggling clairvoyant abilities. But as it stands, due to my genes from Gabrielle Sabre, I have an ability of my own."

He had distanced the thought of family to such an extent he said his own mother's name as if she was a complete stranger…

"I used to be able to…how do muggles put it…read minds? I liked to think of myself as a natural Legilimens. I could slip into someone's head as easily as reading the lines of a book, I slowly learned how to manipulate the different centers in their brains, vision…auditory…make them hear and see what I wanted. I used to be quite proficient at it when I was younger, but ever since I realised what I truly was I was never able to practice it again."

He remained silent for a moment, him losing his Ability gaining more remorse than talk of his mother.

"There's a very delicate internal extrasensory balance that needs to be maintained to execute these kinds of abilities…so often having these kinds of abilities can drive you insane what with the emotional roller coaster as well as the physical assault placed on your brain. That's probably why your grandfather wanted your ability gone so desperately, well that and other reasons."

He looked down thoughtfully at his lap and I waited for him to elaborate on his last statement but it never came.

"I thought I completely lost it. I chalked it up to detachment…you have to be very in sync with yourself to maintain these abilities and I…I am not. Which is why it confused me to such a great extent that my first day back on London soil…or even European soil for that matter…I distinctly saw Fenrir Greyback gnash his teeth at me, and then an attractive blonde woman plunge a knife into his back and I throw explosives at his leg and make a run for it. I realised that it wasn't a dream, that I was seeing life from anothers eyes and after a hundred years…I successfully slipped into someone's mind. I tried doing it on others, but it didn't work. I then thought I was mistaken, that the whole thing was in fact a dream until…I had another vision…"

I glared at him, at his words…he was…he was in my head…

"I was fighting with this girl with dirty blonde hair in this bathroom and she suddenly started drowning me, I could see my hands try and push her away, feminine tan hands and when this girl with bushy brown hair pulled me out of the tub I saw my reflection in the mirror…and saw you. Granted you were soaked to the bone but it was you. And of course I knew who you were. I've been trying to figure out why it only works with you…"

He sighed, as if the exhaustion he encountered when trying to decipher why it was me rekindling as he spoke of it.

"I think it has to do with your Ability, since it has such a wide range, it's always trying to make connections with others psyche, and you somehow found me. Of course I couldn't just get into your head whenever I wanted, only at moments when you were distracted and then in the total opposite, when your guard was lowered due to being surrounded by your family and friends. Like at your brother's wedding and engagement party, and when you walk the halls of Hogwarts under the watchful eye of your grandfather and when you walked with your boyfriend after your first date."

I thought back to all the times I saw him, at the engagement party, at the wedding, in Hogwarts and just after Harry left me after our first date…how much did he see?

"Don't worry, I've only been able to get into your head six times."

Six times too fucking many. He smirked, "Oh, and well today would be number seven."

I grumbled, "How did you get me out of St. Mungo's."

He sighed, crossing his legs, ankle on opposing knee. "Well I guess I lied, we have physically met before, other than today. Except at the time I was under the disguise as Aidrian Atticus."

"Polyjuice potion?"

He nodded, "I had to use someone with a reputation and viable credentials, your brothers are very thorough in their background checks. This probably explains why the leading Healer in Britain was practically no help when you lost your magic."

He knew everything…Mi was even giving him updates about my situation…that's why he was so familiar with it. Why was he doing this?

"What do you want with me?"

"I want nothing with you."

I stared at his amber eyes, trying to find something there to help me.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I believe you can get close enough." My head snapped to the door as it creaked open.

"My, my Silvestre, aren't we in a chatty mood?"

A/N: Any guesses of who that is? I'm sure lots of you will guess right! What did you think of the chapter, one of the most important ones of the story. But there are still a lot of loose ends that I need to tie up, don't worry I will get to them!

Please review, they really mean a lot!

Kalina