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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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Harry shivered, glaring at Revyn. “I’m s-s-soaked!” He stuttered, wrapping his arms around himself.
Revyn just shrugged. “So dry off. I seem to remember that you dried yourself off in an instant yesterday. Can’t you do that again?” He asked, a small grin on his face.
Harry pulled out his wand and cast a drying charm. “One of these days, I’m going to hit you with a ball of water. Then we’ll see who’s laughing.” He grumbled.
Revyn snickered. “You’re getting better. I threw a lot more at you this time, and you still managed to get off more shots than last time, even if they all missed. It takes concentration, and we’re still working on that. Soon enough, you’ll be hurling blades of ice.”
Harry gaped at Revyn.
Revyn smiled. “Not at me, of course. At dummies. Nathaniel would kill me if I put myself in that kind of danger.”
“I’ll bet.” Harry muttered, seeing Lucius heading toward him. “Alright, I need to go talk with Tyrell now.” He said.
Revyn nodded. “Then go. We’ll call it good for today.” He told Harry, waving and heading back toward his house.
Lucius and Harry walked toward the fire pit, where Tyrell was watching Kilton and Draco playing with fire.
Tyrell nodded as they approached and stood up. “Come on, let’s go to my house, I’ll show you the letter.” He said quietly.
Harry fell into step beside him, while Lucius trailed behind, and Harry could feel the man’s eyes on his arse. He ignored it, talking to Tyrell instead. “So how did the Queen take the news that I was descended from her family?”
Tyrell sighed. “She’s pretty insistent that the two of you meet, as soon as possible. She wants me to tell you about her, which will be easy as I already have. She says she’ll be headed this way in about a month, and she’d like to meet you then.” He explained.
Harry nodded. “We can probably manage that. I expect we’ll still be training with you guys, so meeting her will be easy enough.”
“She’ll probably end up staying in the suites in the clan hall, for visiting Elves. They’re pretty expansive, but I assume we’ll still have several Fae that are travelling with her bunking in extra rooms. Luckily, most families have at least one guest room in their houses. That’ll come in handy.” Tyrell mused.
“How many Fae do you think will be coming with her?” Harry asked curiously.
Tyrell smiled. “Well, when she came to visit my village, aside from her first pilgrimage, she was travelling with twenty others, and that was considered a small group for the Royals. I expect at least that many this time.” He said.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
“More if she’s bringing any of her children along.” Tyrell continued.
Harry blinked. “Okay, wow.” He said, impressed. “There aren’t really that many houses here.” He pointed out, counting eighteen houses total.
Tyrell shrugged. “Well, the Fae that travel with her are usually military types, they’re used to camping out, they’ll probably bring some gear with them and be perfectly fine staying in tents if need be. After all, the village is pretty temperate.”
“That’s true enough.” Harry agreed. “Is it always this nice here? Don’t you ever get rain?” He asked.
Tyrell chuckled. “You’re kidding, right? Whenever something needs watered, Revyn or one of his students take care of it. We have no need for rain, so it’s simply not part of the spells that keep the temperature even here. We have it good here, and between the stream and the rich soil, the Earth provides us with everything we need.” He told Harry as they walked inside. “The letter’s over here.” He said, leading the two wizards over to the desk set against the wall, with a window in front of it. He opened the window to let in the fading light and handed Harry the letter that was sitting on the table. It was in a looping, feminine script.
Harry read through it, noting that Tyrell had already outlined the entire contents of the letter to him. He handed it to Lucius. “So you haven’t replied yet, right?”
Tyrell nodded. “I was waiting for you. Is there anything specific you want me to tell her for you?” He asked.
Harry cocked his head, thinking about it. “Well, obviously, that I’m more than willing to meet her. Let her know that there’re no parents or children in my family, just me. My parents died when I was a baby, and I was raised by my mother’s sister, when it’s my father’s family that the Faurae blood most likely came from.”
“It is.” Lucius told him, reaching around him to set the letter back down on the desk. “There have been Faurae in the Potter line in the past, but it’s far back in there. The line was thought to have been bred out, until it surfaced again in you.” He said, his breath ghosting over the back of Harry’s neck.
Harry turned his head to look at him. “Do you have to stand so close?!” He hissed.
Lucius smirked. “Yes. I could get closer, if you like.” He offered, stepping closer and pressing his front flush against Harry’s back.
Harry felt himself start to blush again. “No, that’s really okay, I prefer my space.”
Lucius chuckled and stepped back a pace.
Tyrell blinked and cleared his throat. “Right. Well, I’ll get on that tomorrow morning, there’s really not enough time tonight to get a good start on it. Would you both like some tea? We’ve still got almost an hour before your friends will be done working with their elements.” He offered.
Harry smiled. “Sure, that would be great.”
Lucius nodded. “I agree, that would be nice. Thank you.”
“No problem.” Tyrell began heating the kettle and spooning the loose herbal mixture into the mugs. “You know, it’s nice to see you two flirting like you do. It takes me back, to the days when everything was so new with Kilton and me. We used to act just like you two. Shy in public, trying to keep everything behind closed doors, but we had our moments when things would slip out of hand for just a short time before we regained our senses. He actually found me, lost in the forest. If he hadn’t brought me here, to his home, and patched me up, I’d be dead of frostbite or worse.”
“Patched you up? What was wrong?” Harry asked as Tyrell handed out the mugs of tea.
Tyrell sat down and curled his hands around his mug. “I had been flying too high for too long, after leaving my village in a huff. I fell from the sky and took a nasty tumble, breaking a wing on one of the branches I hit on my way down to the ground. I was delirious with fever when he found me, and I was sure he was a hallucination, but he managed to get me up and into the village. He says once he came through the portal, he got Trystan and Keith to help him carry me back here and he kept me in the guest room while he tended me, helping me recover my strength.”
Harry took a sip of the tea and found that it was pretty good, sweet even without sugar. “So you could say you owe him your life.” He mused.
Tyrell smiled. “I do. That, and so much more. He’s everything to me, I love him so much. I was on a reckless course; I’d just left my family, my home, and everything I’d been raised to believe, and I intended to just run as far as I could and die in peace, on my own terms for once. He’s what convinced me to build a new life. He nursed me back to health, talking to me everyday, and he was so optimistic I couldn’t help but fall in love with him. He kept telling me it wasn’t worth it to die, that I should live and prove to my family that I had the right to build a new life, away from them and all their expectations of me. So I did. I began courting him as soon as I was back on my feet, well before I’d regained my full strength, and before the wing had healed. He shot down my first few advances, convinced that I didn’t want him, and believing that as the submissive, he should take the lead in any relationship he was in. We had a bit of a rocky start, but after a few missteps and misunderstandings, we began to make it work for us. He and I… We fit. He didn’t want any of the dominants here, and he was just about ready to leave the village himself to look for a mate he wanted when he found me. I was broken and beaten down, but he built me back up stronger than before and took me as I was afterward. I can see what we have growing between the two of you.” Tyrell said, looking from Harry to Lucius. “Don’t let it go. What you have will see you through the darkest hours of your lives, if you let it.” He finished.
Harry looked at Lucius, who looked a bit uncomfortable. He took the man’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to let this one get away from me.” He told Tyrell with a smile. “I think he’s a keeper.”
Lucius cleared his throat. “I don’t plan on running away, as you well know.” He told Harry.
“Good.” Harry said happily. “So how do you and Kilton make it work, between the two of you? I have a friend who says she’d love to know. She says that coming from two totally different societal structures should make it difficult.”
Tyrell smiled. “Oh, we have our fights, trust me. Mainly when we both want to get our way, since we’re both used to being in the lead role, and we butt heads on a lot of topics, but after some yelling and a tumble into bed, we can usually work out our differences. Sex is a great way to remind yourself why you’re with someone, and after we’ve tired ourselves out, we’re more willing to look at things with a fresh view. We fought most recently over whether or not we were ready to have children. Kilton is sure we are, but I was a bit hesitant to be a father. I remember my father always saying that we were the reason he was aging so quickly. Kilton convinced me that even if children drained us both, it would be worth it. Then he told me I didn’t have much of a choice, since he was already pregnant!” Tyrell laughed.
Harry snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like something he’d do.”
Lucius smiled. “Congratulations, then.”
Tyrell’s eyes softened. “I’m going to love any children we have, and the idea is starting to grow on me.” He confessed.
Harry looked up as Kilton and Draco came into the house.
“Severus is heading this way.” Draco said. “Ready to go?”
Harry drained the rest of his tea and nodded. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He held out a hand to Kilton. “I heard your news. Congratulations.”
Kilton smiled and blushed. “Thanks.” He said, taking Harry’s hand and giving it a shake. “I’m pretty happy about it. I don’t think Tyrell’s quite so sure, but he’ll be a wonderful father.”
Draco blinked in surprise. “Hey, how come they know you’re pregnant before me?!” He asked, offended. “I thought we were friends!”
Kilton chuckled. “We are, it just never came up. I’m three months along, should start showing soon.” He said lightly.
Draco huffed. “Yeah, now you tell me.” He grumbled.
Severus came into the house. “Are we ready to go?”
Lucius stood and nodded. “We are. Kilton, if you’d lead the way?”
“Gladly. Come on, you lot, let’s go!” He chirped, heading for the portal.
*****
Harry knocked on the door to Lucius’ classroom.
Lucius’ voice bid him enter, so Harry opened the door and walked in, looking over the man, who was seated at his desk grading. “Just a moment, Mr. Potter.” He murmured, meeting Harry’s eyes for a second before turning his focus back to the essay he was working with.
After a moment, Lucius sighed. “No, Mr. Hornsby, you are wrong.” He set down the quill, rubbing at his eyes. “Children these days, really.”
Harry smiled. “Surely they’re not that bad.”
Lucius met his eyes and grinned. “You have no idea. Have you ever tried to teach third years?”
“Sure.” Harry said, shrugging. “Back in fifth year we put together a defence club, Dumbledore’s Army, remember? I taught it. We only ever did practicals, though.” He admitted.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. “Did you really? You were the only teacher? Well, be glad you never assigned an essay, because the ideas these children come up with…” He shook his head. “I’m not sure where they’re getting their information, but it’s certainly not from the books I assigned for this class.” He finished, getting up and walking toward Harry.
“We’ll need a clear space for Occlumency practice.” Lucius said, levitating several desks and moving them toward the sides of the room, creating a clear space in the middle, where Harry was standing. “A cushioning charm wouldn’t go amiss, either.” He added, casting one on the floor. “In case you fall or drop to your knees, both of which are very real concerns.”
Harry nodded. “I remember that much.” He told the man.
Lucius nodded. “All right. I want you to close your eyes and try to imagine you’re floating, either in the air, or in water. Let the calm infuse your mind.” He said.
Harry closed his eyes. “This isn’t how Professor Prince tried to teach me.” He said.
Lucius chuckled. “Well, that may be a good thing, since you apparently didn’t respond well to his teaching style. Focus on me, and what I am telling you. Now float.” He said firmly.
Harry smiled and tried to imagine that he was floating in the air, becoming weightless. He let a sense of calm lassitude carry him along for a few moments. “Okay, now what?” He asked.
“Open your eyes, but retain that feeling of complete serenity. Don’t let any mundane thoughts intrude.” Lucius said.
Harry opened his eyes to find Lucius pointing his wand at him. He tried to keep that floaty feeling going, but all he could think about was how sexy Lucius looked, staring him down intently.
“Legilimens.” Lucius cast, and Harry was reliving his rather intense wank session the night before, which had featured Lucius teasing him relentlessly. Harry fought against Lucius’ probing as he watched himself come undone, gasping out the man’s name.
Abruptly, the spell was dropped.
Harry panted, staring at Lucius with wide eyes.
The man licked his lips. “Why, Mr. Potter, I’m flattered. Truly. The attraction is mutual.” He said, then smirked.
Harry’s face flamed. “Um, can we pretend that never happened?” He mumbled.
Lucius chuckled. “I suppose that would probably be best for all involved.” He agreed. “But this is exactly why Occlumency should only be practiced with someone you can trust. There is the potential for some rather… Intimate secrets to be discovered, and if you do not trust the other party, that could cause some unfortunate situations to arise.” He shrugged and lowered his wand. “Your turn.” He said lightly.
Harry frowned. “What?” He asked blankly.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “I did mention that to learn one, you must become familiar with both, did I not? How did you expect that to happen? Of course, you are going to practice Legilimency against me, as well. It might help you to learn how to defend yourself better. Don’t worry, you won’t see anything I don’t mind sharing. I’m skilled enough to redirect you if you do manage to get through my defences.” He said smugly.
“Fine.” Harry took a deep breath and raised his wand. “Legilimens.” He felt himself falling into Lucius’ eyes and met a wall of mist. He tried to push through it, but there was nothing but dense mist everywhere he turned, except back, where there was nothing but the classroom. He turned and tried pushing forward further, meeting a solid barrier. He pushed against it, but there was no give at all. He could go no further. He pulled back, panting, and let his arm fall limply to his side.
Lucius chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, you’ll have to try much harder than that, Mr. Potter. Keep in mind, the mental landscape is not like the physical world. You can turn your mental body, so to speak, into anything you wish in order to proceed. A battering ram, a chisel, there is no end of things you can try to create a crack to slip through. And once you have that crack, it is much harder for the person to force you back out again.” He told Harry. “Try again. Fill yourself with calm. Try not to think of anything. Just be still and keep your mind silent.”
Harry took deep breaths and closed his eyes, calling up that floaty, calm feeling again. He opened his eyes and kept his mind silent, pushing all thoughts away firmly when they tried to intrude.
Lucius pointed his wand at Harry. “Legilimens.” He cast, and Harry felt him slip into his mind. He tried to fight against the feeling, pushing at the intrusion, but Lucius slipped past him and suddenly, Harry was flying on Buckbeak again, feeling distinctly uncomfortable with not being able to guide the flight like he could on his broom, having to rely on the hippogriff to get back to the ground in one piece.
Lucius left his mind and chuckled. “You don’t enjoy riding hippogriffs?” He asked mildly.
Harry snorted. “No, I don’t. I prefer brooms, honestly. They can only do what I want them to, but hippogriffs have a mind of their own.”
“I see.” Lucius twitched his hand, and his wand slid back into the holster he wore under his sleeve. “Once more tonight, then we’ll stop. You do need study time, after all, and there’s no reason to wear you out unduly.” He told Harry.
“Alright. Legilimens.” Harry cast, and felt that same sensation of falling into Lucius’ eyes, where the mist once again engulfed him. He pictured himself becoming a hammer, and found the barrier he’d found last time, slamming himself against it, hard. It trembled, but held firm. He slammed again, and got the same result.
He fell back into his body, breathing harshly.
Lucius smiled at him. “You’ve got the idea, but you need to build up your mental strength. I wasn’t even trying that hard.” He said.
Harry shook his head. “Well, I suppose I’ll just see you tomorrow, then.” He said.
Lucius’ smile turned predatory. “Seven o’clock, Mr. Potter. Don’t be late.” He purred.
Harry licked his lips. “I won’t be, Sir.” He said, then left the room quickly.
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