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To Become Whole Again	By : TibbytheWitchy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48104 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Ch. 18: Pandora's Box, Opened

Years Ago, In A Tiny Town Deep Within The Catacombs of the Ao Sai.

Altari was young, a mere 4 or 5, dressed in her older brother’s loose pants and lacking a shirt. Said brother and her were busy wrestling in the attic of their large family's house. Below the laughter and music of their mother and sisters, busy cooking for the feast days in just a few days, rang out loud and clear, mingling with their grunts and groans as they wrestled. Rich aromas wafted up to them making their stomachs growl and their limbs clumsy.

Life was perfect, as far as Altari was concerned.

Later found Altari stood with her sisters as Momma brushed the kinks out of their hair and put just the slightest bit of rogue on their lips and cheeks. Underneath her dress she wore fine and loose shorts that feel to just over her knees, once the official ceremonies were over she would shed the dress and run off to eat and play an dance with her friends while the adults built up the bonfire and played music. Overall it was worth having to wear a stupid dress.

They filed out the house to the ceremony hall, Altari happily skipping besides her brothers along the way. Friends and neighbors called out to one another on the crowded village streets, the air filled with a festive buzz. Altari waited impatiently, wiggling and bouncing with nervous energy. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the official ceremonies and rituals with over and everyone was dismissed to feast and play. Altari let out a whoop, hugged her parents and punched at her brothers, already ready for her favorite part of these days.

Altari quickly stripped out of the cursed dress her mother required her to wear, laughing as she ran off to play with her friends. They crept about the woods, and in their minds they were great Saggitas Heres (An arrow of the Heir), protecting the queen and her mate and their soon to be son. It was such a normal fantasy for them, to revered and respected fighting any evil that sought to destroy the Ao Sai. They were too caught up and too far away to notice the chaos of bloodshed and terror that had become of the feast. It wasn't until they were starving and tired and dirty that they started to head back, playing their game still, though this time they were returning warriors heading home, expecting safety but getting anything but.

They stopped at the edge of the clearing, shocked still by the carnage before them. Tables were broken to splinters and people fought, the rich spring ground stained red with crimson blood. Men garbed in black and furs, wielding axes as big as Altari herself, slew the towns people. One of them looked over to see the children, and came towards them, a wicked glint in his dark eyes.

Altari ran past him, using her small size and speed to her advantage. She called out desperately for her mother, her father, her siblings, anyone. She spotted a familiar flash of white hair, so similar to her own and she ran towards it. But she froze, gasping and terrified of what was going on.

There lay her mother, bleeding and broken, a man viciously tearing her clothes off despite her struggles. She was no match for his strength and after letting loose his pants he thrust into her unwilling and screaming body. Altari just watched horrified at how weak her mother really was, unable to fend off the rapist though he was obviously not Ao Sai, he should have been weaker than her! Why, then, was he winning? Altari just couldn’t understand, and amidst the chaos of the battle, she didn’t have time to figure it out.

She turned and ran, screaming when she was caught up by sinister arms and thrown over a back, even at her odd angle she saw as her mother’s rapist turned to her weeping sister, who begged but wouldn't fight. Her thin and lovely body bent to please that awful man.

Altari was put down abruptly and something forced against her lips, hands mashing her face forward, Altari growled. No! She wasn’t her mother, nor her sister, she was anything but weak!

She bit the nasty manhood pressed against her lips, running from the man as he howled in pain and fury, to her house. Racing through the house as fast as her feet could carry her, she fervently banged on the attic wall trying to find the hidden room she and her brother had found years ago. Finally she heard the creak as the door swung open and she ran into the tiny, cobweb ridden room, slamming the trapdoor behind her. Prayers falling past her lips, as images ran through her head, imprinting on her mind forevermore.

She lay there, shivering and in shock, for hours. Unable to escape the screams of her community, nor the smell of death that permeated the house and touched her even in her haven. Her mother and sister's rapes running through her mind again and again and again, like an endless loop that taunted her. The dresses, curves, and softness of her mother and sisters, they were like delicate flowers, how hadn't she seen it before? Females are weak! Fragile! They are just warm hole for any evil man to sink into at his wish and their terror! And she? She would never allow that to happen to her! Shed not be weak or fragile or lay beneath a man! Never, she couldn't afford to be weak. Being weak would kill you, and worse, it would make you easy pray to be used and abused.

It could have been days or weeks that she laid there and she would never have known the difference. Eventually she heard the enemy raid her house, and then silence. The enemy had left, and still no one came for her, much less her townspeople. Until someone walked through her house, the echoing footsteps of at least three peo;ple drifted up to her and she bit herself so keep her hysterical screams to herself. The moans were barely audible, but her heartbeat seemed to be a loud pounding against her chest like a drum. All her luck was for naught though as someone heard and went to investigate.

The door was opened, letting light in for the first time in what Altari figured was weeks, and she saw him.

He was a mountain of a man. Muscles layered upon muscles all formed by hard work and copious amounts of fighting. Stretched tight over his chest was a layered coat of rich, dark blue cotton edged in pure gold, black leather seemed painted onto his legs and dragonhide boots rose to his knees. A black cloak of fur rested on his shoulders and seemed to swirl and become one with every shadow it came into contact with. With the multitude of knives and twin swords dripping from him it was no wonder that Altari screamed and shook when he found her. Gruffly the man pulled her out by her tiny arms as she fought him tooth and nail. Suddenly the attic door burst open and a much leaner, wild red-headed man wearing the same uniform stepped through, taking as he walked to them as though he had all the time in the world. He took in the scene and smiled a sad, but big, crooked grin.

"Now Dante, you're scaring the poor lad,"

Dante dropped her, and she quickly scrambled away from him, into a dusty corner. The red haired and frankly nicer seeming man walked slowly to her, holding his arms up to show Altari that he meant her no harm. As though she’d believe that.

"Hello,” He said softly, kneeling before her, “I'm Linneus, do you see this?". He pulled a small golden pocket watch from his chest pocket, the cover was a tangle of ancient runes the most prominent of which was the ancient symbol taken by the Saggistas Heres, a feathered arrow with a twineing vine of nightslock going up it. Altari, still shaking, calmed some at this. Those watches were enchanted, only able to be held by a real Saggistas Heres. She scooted towards Linneus, staying far away from the bigger and far more dangerous Dante. Her silvery eyes, open wide with awe, a large part of her wondering if she had, infact, died in that hidden room and was now being led to the summerlands.

Altari nodded nonetheless, staying close to Linneus as the Saggitas Heres led her out of the house she once called home. The blood and gore she expected to see littering the streets were missing until thy went to he town square where the bodies were gathered. Other than Dante, Linneus and the other Saggitas Heres Altari appeared to be the only living person... She should have cried at that but she couldn't, it just made her chest throb painfully. Linneus made to pass her off to another person but Altari screamed, clinging to her savior and refusing to let go. Linneus sighed then smiled, "It's alright lad, no ones gonna force ye to leave,"

Dante gave Linneus a hard look, the last thing they needed was a brat hanging onto them, they had an important job to do. This wasn't the first time a whole town of Ao Sai were slaughtered in their cavern. It was happing more and more and they had to find out why and who was behind it. His mate ignored him though, just giving him a pleading look. Dante tried to stay firm against it, he really did, but when his Lin looked at him like that... And they'd been trying for a child for so long with no luck... He sighed, ruffling he youths hair and smiling when she - the clothes weren't fooling him, few things could ever escape his overly observant eyes - jumped, looking at him from Lins shoulder with narrowed silver eyes.

"Alright, Lin, I suppose we can keep the girl,"

Altari shot up, screaming, "No! I am not a girl! I will never be weak! Not like that! Not like anything!" the girl was frantic, struggling in Lin's arms lime a wild thing. Lin raised sorrowful eyes to Dante as he gently pinched the girl’s neck, holding her gently as she stilled, slumping unconscious in his arms.

“What did she see, Dante, to cause such horror at the thought?” Lin asked, tears welling up in his eyes as he cradled the youth to him.

“More than anyone should ever be forced to see, Lin,” Dante said gravely.

She was older now, 12 or 13, she’d long since stopped paying attention to the passing of time beyond days and fortnights, and was now on the cusp of puberty. She had become well liked among the Garrison, and she strove, more so now than ever before, to become a Saggitas Heres. She trained day and night, fighting with the senior officers and new recruits alike, all in the hopes that one day she could take the vows to protect their people. Still, though, she had yet to get over what she had seen that feast night so long ago. It didn’t help that very little had been found out about it since. Worse still, she could see her body changing, moving from her male like childhood form to resemble a woman’s. This, above all else, worried her the most.

Soon she was knee deep in books, desperate to find a way to counteract the changes her traitorous body was forcing on her. Surprisingly she found quite a bit. Details of how to properly bind her breast tight, both day and night, to give them no room to grow, and how to “iron” them, pressing hot bricks to them and kneading. Old medical books offered herbs to eat and strict diets to follow so that she wouldn’t gain an inch of fat that could go to her hips or chest. Added with her grueling work-out schedule saw the years turn Altari into a lean and lanky 17 year old.

5’ 11’’ and barely 125 pounds of lean muscle, she retained her aristocratic and androgynous bone structure. This was highlighted by her multi-blond hair being cut to her chin in jagged and rough layers.

This all worried Linneus and Dante, who had infact adopted her, raising her like their own. Altari even came to love them as her own parents, as the years saw the fading of the memories of her own biological ones. After all it was Linneus who got up with her when nightmares drove her from her bed, and Dante who stitched her up when sword practice led to wounds. She calmed their fears though, eating healthy and showing no wish to harm herself. Understanding that this was how she dealt with her past they respected her wishes, and had long since adapted to never using female pronouns with her.

Finally after much work and many hours spent training, Altari found herself standing before the Queen and her Mate, swearing her life, loyalty, and skills to their bloodline as a Saggitas Heres.
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