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Taken	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Seventeen:

Ron hissed through his teeth as he was tipped from the wooden crate he had been forced into onto concrete floors. His body hit the chill of the stone with a suppressed shiver, his lips tinged blue and unhealthy.

His senses were leaving him, turning his mind to mush and forcing him to forget things, to not keep a look out, to become dazed. The pain in his ankle was a near constant companion, leaving only in the blissful times when he fell into darkness and knew nothing. The boy that had been caged on the ship beside him sat on the stone floor not far from where Ron had been left and Neville was, once again, chained to a wall.

Ron glanced around with lidded eyes, his blue fins flaring weakly in defence. He was in a prison, of that there could be no doubt. The ceiling, walls and floor were a solid stone, with no window bar a small rectangular hole through which sun was filtering through, sickeningly bright. Ron twisted his limbs into something comfortable, his stomach growling hollowly as he tried to push his trembling form against the wall, a support.

Before his limbs could give out and he could fall, thin arms gripped his middle and hauled him up, against the stone. The winged boy trembled as he scooted back to allow Ron more room, a soft hand trailing over his wounded led remorsefully.

I am sorry I cannot heal it without the weapon being gone. I cannot pull it free.

The soft voice was whispered through the Allura's mind, faint and painfully young. Ron rolled his eyes to stare at the winged child. The boy was no more than ten, his slender face ragged and pale and beautiful despite all he had been through. Blue eyes the colour of dark gems stared back at Ron through strands of dirty blonde hair.

It was not the first time that the other creature had spoken into Ron's mind, yet each time the redhead found curiosity and life enough within him to question how it was possible. He'd never before come across a being like the young boy, he knew only from his scent that the winged youth was a creature born of air.

The Allura licked his lips, wincing as they split and stung as he opened them to speak. "Not your fault," he gasped, "thanks."

Before the child could answer the only door was flung open and the blonde cowered as Riddle entered, a grey haired man bent over with age following behind him. Riddle strode to the youth, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Now, pretty Veela, I won't hurt you... Your virtue is safe for now. You are no use to me until you come of breeding age, no one will pay for a whore who is too young to allow their bodies to be taken."

The Veela sobbed brokenly and Neville pulled against his chains, a snarl leaving his lips. Riddle cast him barely a glance before pushing the elderly man towards Ron.

"Check him," he said coldly, eyes dark. "I need to know if he's come into his Heat yet or if I'll have to force it on him. He'll make pride of place among the courtesans of Riddle Manor. Men and women will pay dearly for the likes of him, even if he isn't a breeder."

The man's eyes were desolate, haunted as he pulled at Ron's fins and looked into his eyes. He drew back with a small shake of his head, the soft "sorry" he'd spoken barely registering to the weary Allura. "He has not yet come into his Heat, my lord."

Riddle nodded, his grin vicious. "Good. Tend to his wound and bring him to my larger ship, Ollivander. I've heard talk among the men that a rather beautiful male was picked up at the Neglected Island some time ago and foolishly given away. Tell them to be ready, we will leave tomorrow." Ron's eyes had grown wide, his sluggish thoughts putting together what Riddle was saying and understanding that he could only be speaking of Harry, his Harry.

Riddle caught the movement, his teeth flashing. "Perhaps we will catch a pretty fish there."

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Harry plundered through the forest, his smile wide as Draco and the others raced behind him, trying to keep up.

He was dragged to a halt suddenly by his collar and Severus glared at him. "Blast it lad, slow down! We are only human." Harry grinned sheepishly at the panting forms of Draco and Lucius. The women remained aboard the ship after Hermione had hugged him fiercely and Luna had offered him a mysterious, "be strong."

Harry was offering an apology to the dark haired pirate when he came upon the clearing he and Ron had visited so many times before. It was as he always remembered it, pale and beautiful and doused in a yellow glow. This time, however, there was one difference.

"Uncle James!"

The taller Allura whirled at the sound from where he had been standing in the water. His pale skin was littered with a thousand scales of gold and bronze and green and his fins flared wide. His black hair, still slick from the ocean fell wetly against his front as he stepped forward slowly. "Harry?"

The younger Allura felt tears gather in his eyes, a broken sob left his lips and he was running, racing towards the older man to collide with him in a harsh embrace that James returned. His uncle was gasping, as though unable to maintain his composure enough to weep, as he clung to his nephew, burying his nose in the younger boy's hair.

What he smelled there made him draw back, eyes wide. "You've mated."

Harry flushed, so used to the scent of Draco clinging to him that he had forgotten his own scent would be different, changed from the Heat. James eyes travelled over the top of his head, to where the three men were approaching and he hissed, fingers tight on Harry's shoulders.

"No!" Harry cried, alarmed, "no, Uncle, they are friends! They did not steal me, they brought me here!" James allowed their approach, his hazel eyes narrowed. The two pale haired men were easily distinguishable as father and son, decidedly pretty for male humans. The third man was a spark to James' nerves. His dark hair was loose, hanging around a slender face as eyes the colour of coal stared out at him.

"I can take him to see his parents? You will not attack?" James' tone was wary, his gaze dragging to Draco as the blonde approached. Harry's scent was thick on him, fresh and James frowned. This was Harry's new mate. From the pink blush on his nephew's face, James understood that, regardless of how it had come about, Harry cared for this man. Harry would not be without him. Which meant... Harry would leave if Draco left.

When all three nodded, Harry threw them a swift smile before diving into the waters. He needed to see his family, needed to be with them one final time before he left with Draco. How terribly they would have missed him, how sad they must have been.

So enraptured was he as he floated closer and closer to Godric's Hollow that Harry did not notice the increasing sadness and emptiness that was slowly encompassing his mate.

He rushed passed the delighted yells of his friends and neighbours, the only house in his sights his own. Before he got there, he was tackled to the soft sand by a larger body, a stronger body. Strands of brown hair surrounded him and Harry fell into the comforting scent of his brother.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" Shota whispered as he drew back, his brown eyes filling with tears that mingled with the water around them, vanishing. Harry's breath left him as two more figures embraced him from either side. His parents.

The scent of family was so strong, Harry wept. His chest heaved with the effort of controlling his sobs and emotions as he stared into the desperate green eyes of his mother. She littered kisses against his face, stopping only when she grew lucid enough in her son's presence to notice his change of smell. She all but choked, her gaze saddened. "Your Heat came. You've matured without us."

"Oh!" Harry gave a wet laugh, rubbing at his eyes, "you must meet Draco! I'd forgotten!"

He dragged his parents and brother behind him as he swam back towards the island, suddenly aware of the depression that had settled in his mind. Something was wrong. Something had happened. Draco's very being was doused in sadness to the point where Harry himself felt the blonde's emotions as though they were his own. He swam faster, a strange pain lancing through his heart.

He knew what had happened before he reached the surface. He realised what had occurred even as he approached the island and searched the beach, his family silent behind him, grieving for a family member they had never met and for their beloved Harry who had just lost his world.

Draco had left without him.
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