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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“So, what happened today at your oh-so-interesting school?” Kilton asked as they tossed a fireball back and forth.
Draco threw it up into the air and caught it again, then tossed it to Kilton, who turned it into a duck-shape, back into a ball, then tossed it back.
“Oh, well, I got Severus to re-open the bond.” He said lightly, turning the ball into a rabbit for a moment before grinning, collapsing it back into ball-form, and tossing it back.
Kilton caught it, staring in shock at Draco. “Re-open… He had it closed off?!” He asked in horror.
Draco shrugged. “Yeah. He didn’t think I’d want to feel his irritation all the time.” He explained.
Kilton shook his head. “You can’t close off the bond! It’s… It’s unheard of! Unnatural! The bond is… It’s necessary! It’s how we know if our mate is in danger, or needs us or… How else are you supposed to know how he’s doing if he closes off the bond? You need to know how he’s feeling, it’s part of how we mate!” He finished.
Draco smiled. “Well, I’m glad to know I wasn’t overreacting. So keeping the bond open really is important?” He asked, as Kilton recovered from his shock and tossed the fireball back at him.
Draco turned it into Severus and made it do a little dance, smiling as he watched it.
Kilton laughed, then sobered. “Yes, at least for Elves it is; you should never close it for more than a few hours. How long did he keep it closed before you got him to open it again?” He asked, catching the ball and lobbing it into the fire pit.
Draco thought for a moment. “Almost three weeks now.” He said.
Kilton’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Three..! Good God, it’s a wonder you’re still sane!” He nearly shouted.
Draco laughed wryly. “I had a mini-breakdown earlier today.” He admitted. “Tears and everything.”
Kilton snorted. “Just wait until you’re pregnant.” He muttered.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be a basket case.” Draco agreed.
Kilton shook his head. “Anyway, today we’re going to try something a little different. You’re going to learn how to make a fire grow.” He said.
Draco tilted his head. “Really?”
Kilton nodded. “Yeah. So now that we’re warmed up, grab a spark out of the fire—just a tiny one, mind you, no cheating—and hold it for a second, concentrating on how it feels.” He said.
Draco reached into the fire and grabbed a tiny piece of it, bringing it out and letting it hover just above his fingers. He concentrated on the spark and how he felt a tingle under his skin where the spark was.
Kilton reached into the fire and drew out a spark. “Can you feel it? That tingly feeling right where you’ve got the spark?” He asked.
Draco nodded.
“Concentrate on that spot, and push magic towards that spot. Try to make the tingle bigger.” Kilton told him.
Draco closed his eyes and visualized his magic and pathways, urging his magic toward the fingertips that held the spark, and he felt the tingle slowly shift. He could feel that most of his magic skittered away from the flame, but some of his magic—that had a more earthy feel to it—was moving easily toward the tingling feeling and augmenting it.
He sucked in a deep breath. He had known what he was doing was Elven magic, but to discover that it had a totally different feel to it than his own, and that he could differentiate the two types inside of himself… That was a shock.
Kilton hummed. “Open your eyes.” He said softly.
Draco opened his eyes and looked at his spark—which wasn’t a spark anymore. It was a pillar of fire, easily thirty centimetres high. He gaped at it for a moment, then smiled. “I did it!” He said in triumph.
Kilton nodded with a smile. “You did. Good work. So, does it feel the same as Wizard’s magic? I’ve always wanted to know, but I’ve never met a Wizard before you.”
Draco shook his head. “No, Elven magic feels earthier. It’s hard to explain.”
Kilton nodded. “I think I know what you mean. Elves are very Earth-based. So are the elements, it’s why our magic is so suited to working with them.”
Draco nodded. “Yes, and Wizard’s magic feels more… I don’t know… More body-based, I guess.”
“That actually makes a lot of sense.” Kilton said, considering Draco’s words. “Elves draw our magic from the Earth, it’s why we have to live in certain spots where there are ley lines we can draw from. I’ve heard that Wizards just have their magic, inside them.”
Draco nodded. “Yes. That’s right.”
Kilton tilted his head. “So, you have a certain amount, and what you’ve got is what you’ve got? There’s no way to add to it? That seems horribly limited.” He mused.
Draco laughed. “Well, some people have got more than others, that’s true. And yes, there’s really no way to get more and keep it, short of a few Dark means, but most people wouldn’t be willing to do what it takes to get more. To most of us, our magic is sacred, and we cherish what we’ve got and make it work. Sure, it would be nice to have more, but for most of us, it is what it is.” He finished with a shrug.
“Hm. For Elves, we can pull magic from the Earth, but we can’t use more than our bodies can hold. If we need more, we cooperate and work rituals together, but it’s rare that there’ll be a need for that. We can hold enough magic that it usually isn’t an issue.” Kilton told him. “Anyway, concentrate on the flame and try to make it double that size.” He said, and Draco realized in mild shock that he’d been holding the pillar of flame the entire time they’d been talking, and it still hadn’t shrunk.
He turned his concentration back to the flame.
*****
“I’m telling you, it can’t be done!” Severus shouted, finally losing his temper with Hadrian.
Hadrian drew himself up to his full height—still a few inches shy of Severus’—and shouted back: “And I’m telling you, it can! I’ve done it, and you’ve got Elven blood running through your veins as surely as you’ve got Fae! You can do it! Just try harder!”
Severus huffed and closed his eyes. “Explain it to me once more.” He requested.
Hadrian rolled his eyes. “Envision your feet growing roots. Send those roots into the ground and pull up magic from the Earth.” He began.
Severus took a few minutes to do what Hadrian had said, then nodded. “And then..?”
“Hold out your hands in front of you, and remember the feel of the tree you were working on yesterday.” Hadrian said.
Severus paused for a minute, then nodded. “Alright.”
Hadrian smiled. “Focus your magic into the ground and coax it to recreate the same feeling that was in that tree. Draw more power up as you need it.” He instructed.
Severus frowned, holding his hands out over the ground.
Hadrian watched with pride as a small sapling poked through the dirt, slowly growing under Severus’ hands as the man stood there feeding magic into it. Every so often the growth would stop, but it would start back up in a matter of moments.
After ten minutes of slowly growing the tree, Severus shook his head, opening his eyes. “This is ridic—“ He stared in shock at the small sapling in front of himself. “I did that?” He asked. “Without a seed or anything?”
Hadrian smiled in reply. “To be fair, it’s merely a replica of the tree you were working with yesterday, but yes, you did that. The only help I provided was my instructions.” He told the dumbfounded man.
Severus blinked a few times, then touched the small tree. “It’s real.”
Hadrian nodded. “Congratulations.” He said evenly. “You’ve created life. Something very few dominants can manage.” He cracked a grin.
Severus chuckled, hands leaving his tiny tree. “Somehow I don’t think Draco will agree that this is the same as growing a baby within oneself. Especially once he is pregnant.”
Hadrian chuckled. “Well, judging by the looks he’s been giving you whenever I see you two together, you won’t have very long to find out.” He remarked.
Severus shook his head. “He’s on a contraceptive potion.” He said softly. “There’s a war going on in our world, and we can’t afford the distraction of a child, especially when neither one of us is going to sit idly by and let others fight the war for us. We both intend to be active participants.”
“Hade, Darling, where—Oh, there you are!” An Elven woman rounded the house, holding the blue-haired toddler on her hip. “Oh, hello.” She set the child down, holding out a hand to Severus. “I’m Tiana. I’m afraid we haven’t met yet.”
Severus took her hand and shook it. “Severus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Tiana smiled, her amber eyes lighting up in amusement. She had bright red curls that reminded Severus of Lily. Her smile revealed dimples. “I feel like all I’ve been doing lately is raising Triela and Winston. Not that I’m complaining, but Hadrian’s got his plants to work with, and I haven’t been able to sneak down to the fire pit in weeks!” She lamented, picking up the toddler again. “Say ‘hi’ to Severus, Winston.” She said lightly.
The toddler took his fingers out of his mouth and waved. “Hi.” He said, before burying his face in Tiana’s hair.
She laughed. “He’s still rather shy, and hasn’t gotten to the curious stage yet. He’ll get there when it’s time.” She added, rubbing his back. “So where have you been hiding, Severus?” She added, looking him over. “If I had known someone like you was around, I might not have gotten mated to Hade, here.” She teased.
Hadrian looked disgruntled at that. “See here, woman—“
“No, you see here!” She snapped back. “I want to go spend some time at the fire pit tomorrow. You’re going to either watch your children or find someone to do it!” She walked over and patted him lightly on the cheek. “I love you, Darling, but I’m going stir-crazy. Make me happy and I promise it’ll be worth your while.” She added, giving him a wink and waving flirtatiously at Severus before she went back inside.
Hadrian sighed. “And that’s my mate, she claimed me about six years ago and hasn’t let me forget who runs the household since.” He said with a wry smile.
Severus chuckled. “In my experience, that seems to be the submissive’s job. We as dominants tend to be at the mercy of hormones.” He agreed.
Hadrian grinned. “She’s a sassy one, my Tiana, and I wouldn’t have her any other way. She’s given me a son and a daughter so far, and I plan to work on number three just as soon as I can persuade her to let me.” He said.
“I believe letting her visit the fire pit might help you with that.” Severus told him.
Hadrian grinned. “Yeah, and all I have to do is watch the kids. Triela will want to play tea party and Winston will want to be held until his mother gets home.” He said in amusement. “Ah, who am I kidding, I’d do anything for that woman. All she has to do is say jump and I’m in the air before I’ve even asked ‘how high?’” He said, leading Severus back through the garden and around the house. Hade looked toward the fire pit and stopped with a whistle. “Look at that mate of yours.” He said in awe. “He’s good.”
Draco was working with a pillar of flame ninety centimetres high, bending it first one way, then the next, as Kilton looked on, nodding.
Kilton said something, and the pillar shrank, then began to encircle the hand that was holding it.
Pride filled Severus at the sight of Draco manipulating fire so easily.
Draco looked up and met his eyes, shrinking the fire back down to a spark and throwing it into the main fire. He started toward Severus, grinning.
Severus held his arms out, sighing with pleasure as Draco melted against his chest, hands clenching in Severus’ shirt.
“You’re dirty again.” Draco murmured.
“The perils of working with Earth. Playing in the dirt tends to make one dirty.” Severus told the blond in amusement.
Draco hummed. “I like it.” He purred.
Hadrian laughed and slapped Severus on the back. “You’ve found yourself the perfect mate.” He said.
Harry wandered over, dripping water and looking thoroughly drained. “Revyn’s trying to kill me!” He mourned. “Can we go home now?” He asked.
Severus looked him over. “Drying charm.” He drawled. “And where’s Lucius? We can’t leave without him.” He reminded the smaller brunet as Kilton came over to join their group.
Harry pulled out his wand and dried himself, then looked around. “I don’t see—Oh, here he comes!”
Lucius came over to their group, looking ruffled. His hair was a mess, and he didn’t look too pleased about it.
Harry smiled at the sight. “Um, your hair…” He held back the laugh that was threatening.
Lucius snorted and cast a quick charm, and his hair smoothed out and fell down around his shoulders, gleaming again. “Stop smiling, it’s not funny. At least I didn’t come out of my lesson looking like I’d just been through a storm, water boy.”
Harry groaned, shoulders slumping. “So everybody saw that. Great.”
Lucius tilted his face up with a finger under his chin. “You looked delectable all wet, Mr. Potter. I look forward to seeing it again.”
Harry flushed, and Draco made a face.
“Oh, like you finding dirt sexy is so much better.” Severus told the blond, chuckling.
“He’s my father, he’s not supposed to have a sex drive.” Draco told his mate.
Severus looked at him with a raised brow. “So after one child, you’d prefer to abstain forever?” He asked.
Draco paled. “That’s not what I meant!” He said frantically.
“Draco, I will let it go this once, but remember, you are hardly a child any longer. You should be able to handle me displaying my affection for another by now.” Lucius said, turning from Harry to face his son.
Kilton laughed. “All right, come on, let’s get you out of here. You don’t want to be any later than usual getting back, do you?”
Harry sighed. “No, we’d better not be. My dorm mates will kill me if I come in too late and wake them up.”
Draco smirked. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about waking anyone up. Sev and I are the only ones in his rooms.”
“Don’t gloat, Draco, it’s crass.” Lucius told his son.
Draco winced. “Right. Sorry, Father.”
“You’re forgiven. Let’s go.” Lucius said.
Kilton led the way back to the portal and opened it, letting the four men out of the village. “Oh, Harry, before you go, Tyrell wanted me to tell you he wants to see you tomorrow. He got a response earlier today.”
Harry nodded. “I’ll ask Revyn to let me go an hour early, and I’ll meet with him then.” He said.
Kilton smiled. “Okay. See you all tomorrow!” He said happily, waving.
Lucius took Harry’s hand as soon as they left the forest, lacing their fingers together. “I want to be there when you meet with Tyrell.” He said firmly.
Harry looked up at him in shock. “You can’t honestly still be worried he’s going to steal me away or something! Are you? Really?” He asked.
Lucius sniffed. “I hardly think you’d choose someone already mated over me, but I want to be there with you all the same. If I am right, he’s going to let you help decide what to say in his reply to the response he received, and you are not the most diplomatic of individuals. I can help you there. We don’t want to upset the Fae Royal family, under any circumstances, and I admit, I am also curious to know how they are taking news of another family member being found. I will be there.” He said.
Harry sighed. “Fine.” He said.
Lucius once again walked Harry to the Fat Lady’s portrait and kissed his hand, bowing over it. “Sweet dreams.” He said, leaving.
“You, too!” Harry called out after him, then headed in to get to bed.
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