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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 Nineteen:

Ron dodged the knife Riddle flung in his direction, his eyes wide and chest heaving as he watched the blade embed itself in the wood of the ship's cell, dangerously close to his head. He panted as he glared up at the man, his red curls wrapping around his body like a soft cocoon.

Riddled laughed, stepping closer to the Allura as the ship swayed to the right, almost causing Ron to lose his footing. His ankle was healing, clean and horrifically blue with only the barest amounts of pain. They had left only days previously and with each day, they were drawing closer to his home, if Ron could only think of a plan...

He gasped as Riddle caught his hair suddenly, twirling the fire-red strands in his fingers. "Beautiful hair," he murmured, drawing back when Ron made to bite his throat. He wrapped thin fingers around the redhead's neck, slamming his head against the wall. Ron blinked the spots from his vision, only to realise that Riddle had moved his hand.

The limb was resting against the Allura's stomach, sliding downward at an alarming rate. Ron cried out in disgust and tried to move away, only to have the mad man grab a fistful of his hair and hold him still.

"No," Ron gasped suddenly, his blue eyes filming despite himself, "don't touch..."

Riddle merely chuckled, his hand brushing over Ron's length, before retreating. The redhead sunk to the ground in relief, his arousal warring heavily with his repulsion at himself. He hid his face in his hands as Riddle left the cell, shutting the door with a slam.

It was plainly obvious the man was trying to drive Ron into his Heat, and it was more painfully obvious that he was succeeding. Ron's heart rate slowed each day and his thoughts had become heated, his pulse spiking painfully with each flitter of Riddle's pale hands across his skin.

He hated the man. With everthing in him, Ron hated the man. But he was an Allura, on the point of reaching his Heat even before Riddle had captured him; and if he did, he was going to lose himself to his hormones, become lost in his own instincts.

He would never succumb to Riddle, that much he knew. The man was so repulsive to him he could never view him as a suitable mate. But then what would happen? He'd never before heard of someone like him being kept from mating during their Heat. By that time, couples were established, or a possible mate was always in sight. What would happen to him if there was no one?

Could his own Heat consume him? Turn him mad?

Ron shuddered in the darkness, drawing his knees up to his chest as a low keen broke from his throat.

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Shota had a slender arm around Harry's waist as the pair made their way to the island, the former chattering absently in his brother's ear. Harry listened to his talkings with a smirk, too tired to answer back but grateful that his brother sensed that he needed a break. A voice stopped them and Shota turned back curiously.

Shota's mate, Ginny, swam towards them, her strawberry red hair bright in the water and her blue eyes wide. She smiled softly at Harry as she approached and Harry smiled back. He liked Ginny. He liked her sweet, well-mannered voice and the way she kept Shota wrapped around her finger. There was no female finer for his big brother than Ginny. "I hope you fare well, Harry, but Shota is needed. Lupin cannot find where you placed the teaching stones from last week and he is most distressed."

Shota grinned before pointing a stern finger at his younger brother. "You will not move from this spot, Harry. I will be back shortly to take you up to the island but until then, stay put!" Harry stuck his tongue out at the older boy, earning a grin from Ginny as the pregnant female followed her mate back towards the dress she wore strained where the material reached her stomach and her dark blue scales were glowing with health. The sight made the youner Allura's shoulders droop suddenly.

After casting a cautious glance back at their retreating forms, Harry drifted upwards lazily, sighing when he broke the surface and the sun warmed his chilled face. Though the skin remained cool in the rising sun, Harry could still feel the heat. The island lay some distance away and, for the moment, Harry ignored the desire to swim to it, to rest on the beach.

His stomach was firm beneath his fingertips, the swelling noticeable only to him as, every so often, a spark of life touched his palms. He sighed once more, his heart dropping as his child grew inside him, not yet fully formed. "I'm so sorry, baby." He whispered, his legs kicking to keep his head above the breaking waves. "I'm sorry I couldn't offer you a better chance at life. I can only hold out for so long... I hope you will be ready by the end of it."

He sobbed suddenly, his eyes devoid of tears but his weeping painfully evident. "And I'm sorry you'll never know your mummy, or your daddy. But my family will mind you. You'll have the best life baby." He clutched at his chest as a fierce pain lanced through him. Draco was weeping.

"But we love you. We love you so much and we never meant for this to happen. Your daddy's full of silly ideas, you see, and mummy's silly enough to go along with them. Mummy should have swam after that stupid boat. You'd love boats, baby."

Harry trailed off as the pain doubled and he swam awkwardly to the island, his legs frigid even as the water around him grew warm in the presence of the morning sun. He dragged himself onto the sand, gasping as he grasped his chest and tried to push his heart back together, for it was surely breaking apart.

He fell to his side, a dull mewl making its way passed his lips as he pulled his knees closer and cradled his stomach.

"Sorry..." he whispered, "so sorry..."

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Riddle listened to the Allura howl with a rather sinister grin. The fiery red head was in the midst of his Heat, denied anything to ease his pain. Though he had sat through it silently at first, now, few moments went by when the Allura was not howling or weeping as spikes of agony ran through his body.

The Heat was something Riddle had found most interesting about his favourite creature. When denied a mate during such an intense hormone and development body change, Riddle had discovered that, in some cases, the Heat ended with a heart attack from their own bodies need for a partner, what a horrific way to go! Riddle chuckled sadistically, eyes narrowing as the ship was hauled near the island he had set out for. Perhaps he would get lucky with this Allura, though, perhaps this one would be stronger and come out of it all unscathed. He had seen it happen before, but it was a most painful experience.

Regardless, he did not need to wait and see if the redhead would survive, he simply needed to find a female or a little breeder and throw the pair together. He could make a King's ransom from the children of Allura. Especially the breeders.

Riddle dropped down from the ramp, his black boots planting firmly in the soft vegetation. His hair was swept back and his cloak left behind. His luck was holding true and it wasn't long until he came across another Allura, sleeping fitfully in the morning sun.

The creature was beautiful despite its weariness and thin form and Riddle watched as its velvet black hair slid back to reveal pointed ears. He grinned ferally. The little thing was distressed, moans escaping its small mouth as it clutched its abdomen. Perhaps in pain.

It did little to hinder the situation. Pain or no, the little breeder would make a very pretty companion for his fiery redhead; and later on, for himself.

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Ron snarled as his door was wrenched open and light burned against his eyes. He'd become so accustomed to the darkness in his state that the light was a hindrance, an unnecessary thing that forced him backwards.

He hissed viciously as a body was cast into the room, the smaller thing trembling as it hit the wooden floorboards. It crouched where it had landed, whimpering as the scent of Heat enveloped it and caused it's chest to rise in panic.

Ron stalked towards the thing, breath rasping as his fins flared and his lips pulled back over white teeth. He launched forward suddenly, intent on tackling the smaller creature to the floor, his mind wild with the searing heat that lanced through every physical part of him.

The face turned and Ron was met with glowing green eyes and a scent that doused his senses like cold water, pushing his Heat down until it became just a painful prickle against his skin.

"Harry?"
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