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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Sixteen:

"What son?"

Draco glanced up at Potter's curious enquiry, eyes straying to Bród against his will. "Eh..."

The blonde caught sight of Bród chuckling and glared heatedly, cheeks flushing as he tried to ignore his embarrassment. "He's not born yet."

Harry frowned, clearly not catching on even as Draco continued to send covert glances to the dark-haired alien. Lily, though, seemed to have garnered the sharp wit of her mother. Her green eyes widened comically as she pinned them on Bród's abdomen, as though waiting for the tell-tale movement of life.

Albus smiled at his father, wincing as he got to his feet and his head began to throb. Merlin, but he hated his gift. "It looked like Draco, father," he said softly, "but he had wings, and the eyes of the aliens. He was most definitely not human."

Understanding dawned in Harry's eyes and he darted a look back at the flustered Draco, lips widening to an amused grin. "An alien, you say?" His gaze darted to Bród and back, "An alien with pretty green eyes?"

Albus chuckled at the sneer Malfoy aimed in his father's direction, "yeah, pretty green eyes."

Choosing to ignore the pair, Draco straightened his spine and locked gazes with Seanchaí, whose powder-blue eyes were narrowed as if in pain. "You really saw my son? Why? Does something happen?" Seanchaí waved a hand at the questions, "desist, Draco, nothing happens. Well... nothing of consequence." The rust-skinned alien searched the group for Albus, his eyes roaming over the slender man's form. "Your son was an adult in the vision."

The Elder caught sight of Lily assisting her brother and frowned, gaze focused, "Were it not impossible I would have sworn that... creature was in the vision also, as your son's mate no less." Draco's nose wrinkled and he glanced at Lily inconspicuously. She wasn't dreadful looking, he supposed. "Why is it impossible?"

Seanchaí shook his head, looking at him as though it were obvious, "I said your son was an adult, Draco, by the time that comes your human will have aged twenty years. I see how time affects the skin of your kind. The female in the vision was untouched by such an amount of time, she was young."

Draco frowned in confusion, eyes focused on the Potter family whilst he took Bród's hand in his own. "Perhaps a fault in the vision, a path that was supposed to happen?" Seanchaí gestured absently, smiling softly as Albus caught sight of him staring and turned away with a flush. "Perhaps."

"What else happened in that vision, Seanchaí?"

The Elder shook his head slowly, frown deepening. "Nothing of consequence."

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One Week Later:

Harry watched his daughter struggle with her temper, hands twitching as she restrained herself from flinging the book at her younger brother's head.

It didn't work.

Albus' shout as he dodged the weapon was piercing and he stood up to yell at his sibling, arms gesturing wildly. He was, perhaps, not the most patient tutor when it came to teaching Latin. Jamie sat beside the pair, smile lazy as he absently ripped up a piece of parchment. The vacant stare in his blue eyes was an obvious indication to his lack of attention.

"A strange bunch you've got there, Potter."

Harry glanced up to see Draco take the seat beside him in the small alcove, their line of sight of the bickering siblings was unobstructed from the position."Yep, but they're my bunch." He grinned up at the blonde, scooting over and semi-turning to face the former Slytherin. If someone had told him that, in the space of a month, Draco Malfoy would have grown up and matured, away from the snide comments of his own society, Harry wouldn't have believed them.

But here he stood, identical to the day Harry had seen him last, if lacking his gaunt expression. Draco Malfoy was, for the first time Harry had seen him, genuinely happy, and it shone true.

"What are you staring at?"

Harry chuckled, "I was just thinking how much you've matured."

"Me?" Draco asked incredulously, smirk widening, "I've matured? Have you looked in a mirror recently, Potter?" Harry gave a short bark of amused laughter and felt the laugh lines stretch in a way that they had once not. He was getting old.

His thoughts became sombre as he began to dwell on his age. He was faced with it now as the bizarre reality of how slowly Draco had aged had sunk into his consciousness in the past week. To the blonde, Draco was only a month older; panicking as his partner began to show signs of pregnancy and occasionally slipping into his school facade to throw a snide remark in Harry's direction. To Harry, Draco should have been thirty-five years older. As Hermione and Ron were. As Ginny was.

"We're never going back, are we?"

The soft question broke Draco from his reverie and he glanced at Harry, face falling as he took in the man's defeated expression and the depressing slump of his posture. "Harry..."

The man who had once been his schoolmate waved a hand lightly at Draco's sympathetic tone, smiling though it wobbled. "I think I knew, really." His voice was barely above a whisper and threatening to break, "I think I've known since you told me there was no door here. But I was adamant, I needed the Elders to keep searching, I needed to keep searching. I didn't want to leave her there alone, without her children."

Harry's voice broke as tears began to fall down his cheeks. Draco stared into green eyes that hadn't changed. Of all the tings Draco had expected to see dim with age, Potter's eyes had stayed as bright and perfect as ever.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Truly, Draco didn't know what else to say. There was little empathy he could give to a man who had just been torn from his life and told he would never see his wife or friends again. As Harry's shoulders began to shake, Draco opted for the next best thing. The blonde wrapped an arm around the Saviour of the wizarding world and pulled him into an embrace as he wept.

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Two Weeks Later:

Lily watched the approach of the strange alien, eyes narrowed as she assessed him.

So this was to be her new tutor in Latin. A good thing too; she had felt woefully dreadful for launching that second book at Albus and clipping his shoulder. With a tome that heavy, she could have damaged him. Her father's only solution had been to plead the Elders for a patient tutor to finish her 'education', lest she damage her brother beyond repair.

Of course, Jamie still got stuck with his twin's incessant rambling of the language. In her opinion, she was getting the better deal. Despite now only being able to communicate in broken sentences, she was picking it up.

The alien that walked towards her table in the Eolas Complex was tall, ridiculously so. His shoulders were broad to hold the impressive span of gold wings he had folded behind him. His skin, like everyone she had seen here, was the strange, russet-bronze that almost looked like sunburn.

Though he was an impressive build of a man, his smile was soft and his blue eyes were gentle. He sat across from her and studied her for a moment, his curiosity getting the better of him. Lily was getting used to this treatment. The alien's fascination with her was nothing new, but it was beginning to grate on her nerves. She wrinkled her nose at him, "What?"

Unexpectedly, the man laughed, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to echo in the near-empty room. "I am looking for what makes you so different, like the stories I have heard of you, but you look like the other humans."

Lily frowned as she tried to interpret the words, vaguely catching the meaning of what he was saying. She nodded and held out a hand, "exactly!" she smiled, "Human," she gestured to herself in relief. She was not some weird, gender-confused alien that was about to grow tentacles and eat people, she was human. She was, in near all appearances, just like the aliens.

The man nodded slowly, smile wide. With a flash of white teeth, he held out his hand and grasped her smaller one gently. "Human, but more beautiful."

Now that, Lily had no problem understanding. She blushed and heard a girlish giggle fall from her lips completely against her will. Where the bloody hell did that come from? She glanced down, mortified. The alien laughed before pulling the Latin journal towards himself. "Oh," he said, flashing Lily another heart-stopping smile, "my name is Geal."

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One Month Later:

"Do you miss her?"

Albus sighed and rubbed his eyes as he pushed a book aside, blue gaze locking with the identical one of his brother. "Of course I miss her, Jamie, she is my mother, after all."

"I just, I haven't seen you cry like me, and I haven't seen you try to demolish the place like Lily. When dad told us the chances of seeing her again were zero, I expected at least a little reaction." Jamie's eyes were worried and he climbed onto the bed beside his twin. "I know you never let anyone in, Al, we're all just silly Gryffindors," he grinned softly at the inside joke, "but it's not healthy, what you're doing."

Albus rolled his eyes and hopped from the bed, stretching his back until he heard the crack. "I've grieved, Jamie, don't worry," he threw his brother a small grin, "I'll be fine."

Albus left the room to the sounds of Jamie's protests and ignored the calls from Aoibh and Spraoí as he made his way outside, to the forest. He took off without stopping, legs thumping hard against the hot, ground of the planet. This planet was always hot, always warm beneath his feet. Regardless of whether there was a chill in the air or not, one could count on the ground being above temperature.

He stopped only when his lungs began to burn and leaned back against the tree, heart constricting as tears filmed in his eyes. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to hear his families doubts. Of course he would see his mother again. Of course he would see his Uncle Ron and his honorary Aunt Hermione. He would see Earth again...

It was becoming harder and harder to convince himself of that as the weeks dragged on, filled with nothing but teaching Latin and reading. Whereas everyone else seemed to be finding a niche, he was lost, completely lacking in a purpose and it terrified him. Though he tried not to, in his mind he calculated constantly, adding up the years that would have passed on Earth with every week that passed in this planet.

His mother would be an old woman by now. An old woman who had lost a husband and her only children for reasons no one would be able to tell her. She was still there, that much he knew. He could feel his family members like a presence in his mind, each a light and a personality of their own. Every since he could remember he had been able to feel them there. Though his mother's light was dim and flashed out on occaission like a beacon turning on and off, she was still aware, still thinking.

Since he had landed here, however, there had been a new light. This one was different, burned with a different glow and often stayed hidden just beyond the reaches of his conscious mind. It was not a colour that Albus could claim he'd ever seen before, but it was something that drove him mad.

"You're thinking too much."

The soft voice broke through his chaotic thoughts and forced Albus to stand, his eyes darting around the forest. He froze as someone blew on the back of his neck and spun around swiftly, eyes widening as he caught sight of... nothing.

There was nothing there with him. But he had definitely heard someone speaking. He had definitely felt that light in his mind flare for a portion of a second before it dimmed once more.

Albus turned to make his way back to the Complex, blue eyes searching the foliage with every step.
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