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The Dark Circle	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 4815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next day………

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George glanced up to see Jerrod moving through their room, pulling on his traveling robes. He frowned. “Going somewhere…?”

“You know I have a medi-wizard appointment today.” He answered, rolling his eyes.

“Bloody hell, I completely forgot.” George said, rising as well.

“You don’t have to come. I’m not an infant.” Jerrod said, buttoning his robes, pausing as he glanced at his reflection. He had filled out in the past four years; he had kept up with his exercising and was trim, but his scars still kept him from wearing anything besides full-length concealing robes. He was very self-conscious about his body and seeing the expression on people’s faces at the scars upon his body just made it easier to cover up.

“I never said you were an infant, Jerrod.” George said, moving to him and slipping one hand up over his shoulder. “But you know the treatments you get leave you weak and shaky…”

Jerrod watched the progress of George’s hand in the reflection of the mirror, allowing his hand to slowly caress down his arm for a few moments, and then he pushed it away. “All right, all right, you’re going to make me late.” He scolded, continuing to get dressed.

“Hang on a moment, I won’t be long.” George said, moving to get his boots on.

“You really don’t have to come.” Jerrod repeated, moving to get his boots as well.

George stomped into his knee high boots then watched as his lover of the past three or so months pulled on the new dragon hide boots that he had gotten for him. Due to Jerrod’s bad ankle, George paid the boot maker extra to magically enchant them to conform to his slim legs and to provide extra stability to his ankle; it didn’t hurt at all that the unusual texture of the leather emphasized his legs quite nicely. George couldn’t help but grin as he gazed at them. Buying those boots had been the thing that had started everything off between them.

Jerrod looked over at him, scowled, and threw the length of his robes down over his boots. “I think you’ve enjoyed that view enough to last me several months.” He grumbled, though he did flush at the attention.

“And if you didn’t like me looking, you wouldn’t wear them. You know those boots really turn me on, Jerrod.” George smirked, moving over to him.

He did like the way George looked at him when he wore the boots, but he would never admit it outside of bed. Jerrod made it a point to simply ignore the comment, getting to his feet with a little bit of effort. His ankle still ached horribly and threatened to give out frequently, even after all these years and therapy under Lucius’ personal medic.   “You see?   I don’t need your help all the time. I’m not helpless.” He commented with clear sarcasm.

Still watching Jerrod move, George answered “I never would even HINT that you were.” in complete honesty.

Alyssa skipped into the room then halted, smiling shyly. “Oh, hello daddy, papa…”

Jerrod was more than grateful for the interruption, preferring by far to deal with his daughter than with George and his discomfort still with dealing with the relationship they shared. “Is there something you need, my Lady?” Jerrod asked her.

“Can I talk to you alone, daddy? Please?” She asked, moving to him and gazing up at him, taking his hand.

“Of course. I’ll meet you in the den to floo to the doctor.” He told George dismissively.

George frowned, feeling that something wasn’t quite right, but at least Jerrod was allowing him to come along to the appointment. He leaned over and planted a kiss on Jerrod’s cheek. “All right; don’t be long. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Jerrod gave him a shove that was actually quite gentle to push him along his way. “Go away, George. Our daughter wants to talk to me.”

Smiling at the two, George strolled out of the room.

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Alerick stepped out onto the platform and got his first view of the Hogwarts Express, sitting on the tracks with steam billowing from its boilers as it awaited its passengers. The red engine looked huge to him; looming nearly to the height of the roof. It was simply amazing. “Hogwarts Express…” he murmured, moving forward. He glanced back at Lucius, his face lit with an angelic smile. “Father, it’s hard to believe I’m really going. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” He murmured.

Lucius smiled, glancing at Mallek.

The boy was clearly pouting about not being able to go with Alerick, but he had not once today asked if he could go as well, nor had he asked for Alerick to be allowed to stay until Mallek was ready to go along with him. He had to admit he was pleasantly surprised and more than a bit suspicious about the dark-haired boy’s behavior, but he would have been much more suspicious if Mallek had not even been pouting.

“Why is it so hard to believe, Alerick? You are a Malfoy, my son. You are not weak; you are already well trained and prepared for what you will experience in your school. You will do well; I have no concerns at all.” He smiled.

“Do you think I will be sorted into Slytherin house…?” He asked nervously, picking up the small cage that housed his pygmy owl. The creature, all black, pretended to be stuffed and did not move a muscle regardless of how wildly his perch swung. “I really want to be…”

“One can only hope.” He answered with a smirk; he recalled Draco’s first day on the train and he had harbored no doubts at all which house his eldest son was going to be sorted into. The blonde-haired boy might be a clone of his son, but this child was not Draco, not by any stretch of the imagination. He then gazed down at the boy, putting a reassuring hand upon his shoulder. “Naturally I would prefer you to be sorted into Slytherin as it was my own house at Hogwarts, but it would be acceptable for you to be a Gryffindor as well. You must gracefully accept their placing, and do the best you can in whichever house you’re placed in.”

“I would do no less, Lord Father.” He smiled softly, gazing at him, standing in the same pose as Lucius. It was clear to everyone on the loading dock of the train that they were father and son.

“Alerick! Mallek! Nonno, hi!” Angel called out, waving at them as she arrived on the dock as well. Harry and Draco were just behind her, and she was hand in hand with her little brother James, who was looking around with very clear excitement.

“Good morning, Angel and James.” Alerick smiled. “Hello Uncle Harry and Draco…” he said, giving them a proper bow.

Lucius glanced up the dock, taking a moment to run his eyes over the people he could see, looking for a particular individual. Not seeing him, he turned to in his son’s direction, raising an eyebrow at Draco and Harry. “Your friend Ron is not bringing his daughter to the train this year?”

“No, he wanted to see her off to school and he’s running late; he’s made arrangements with the headmaster to bring Rose in to the castle for the feast himself this year.” Harry answered. “They’re due in back from France this afternoon, I understand.”

“Oh it’s going to be such fun having you with us this year… all my friends are looking forward to meeting you.” She beamed as she came closer. “I hope you’re in Gryffindor with me, it would be so much fun!”

“I’d rather be in Slytherin like father was.” He said, glancing up at Lucius.

“Of course you would.” Angel said firmly. “You know I don’t care what house you’re in, and we’ll always be great friends because we’re family.” She said as she reached down to pick up her four-year-old brother and hug him.

Lucius glanced about curiously. “And where is Lazlo? Surely you did not forget that this is his first year as well.”

“Of course not; he took off down the platform the moment we cleared the barrier.” Draco answered with a smirk, which faded when he glanced down at Mallek. “Someone had left a lasting impression on him and he would rather be on the opposite end of everything that involves Alerick, I understand.”

“A lesson that has not been forgotten, I hope.” Lucius said calmly, brushing some dust off his immaculate robes.   “The twins will not be there but rest assured Alerick has learned to defend himself quite admirably.”

“You two ought to get on the train.” Harry advised, having already put the girl’s trunks where they needed to be.

“I hate that you’re going.” Mallek grumbled as Alerick turned to embrace him as well. All efforts had been made by Severus to change the bond that still remained between these two, but their affection and attachment to each other had never wavered. Alerick was still as dedicated as ever to Mallek, and the younger boy was always with the older boy at his side.

“It’ll be all right, my Prince.” Alerick said softly, hugging him tight. “I’ll be back as soon as I can…”

“You won’t. Lord Father Malfoy said you wouldn’t be back until Christmas break. That’s not just weeks, its months. Its ages! It feels like you’ve already left and I’m not sure if I can stand it.” He mumbled, not wanting to let go, his arms tight around the older boy.

Angel kissed both her fathers and hugged them each, passing her brother off to Harry. “I’ll write every day, I promise.”

Harry chuckled softly. “You’ll wear your owl out again. Use the school owls a few days a week all right? And we’ll be sure to write to you too.”

“And send you gifts as well.” Draco added.

“Me too. And make you lots of pictures.” James said brightly, though tears stood in his eyes. “You sure I can’t go?”

“See if dad will bring you to pick me up; we can ride home for the holidays on the train.” Angel suggested, and the little boy sniffled and reached out to hug her again.

“Go on, the train won’t wait forever.” Harry smiled, giving her a gentle nudge.

She gave them each a final kiss and then turned to Lucius, running to hug him as well. “Promise you’ll all come and visit me, Nonno?”

“Of course; we’ll be visiting at least as often as we did last year.” He assured, stroking her hair and giving her a gentle kiss on the head. “Go and make me proud, Angel.”

She beamed up at him and turned to the train, reaching for Alerick’s hand. “It’s time to go…”

“Yes, I know… all right…” he said softly, reluctant to release Mallek, who was equally reluctant.

Mallek pulled him into one more hug, trembling with emotions he had been sure this morning he would have been able to control. He felt lost, like everything was falling apart and he didn’t know how to stop feeling this way.

Lucius didn’t need to have the special abilities of a healer to see the air shimmer about the upset younger boy with the force of his emotions, releasing waves of magic. “Mallek, you must control yourself.” He cautioned.

Mallek drew a deep breath, trembling now. “I can’t help it… I just want… I want…”

“You cannot.” Lucius lifted his cane from the floor; if Mallek continued to escalate and was unable to control this, there was no telling what he could cause to happen.   He would have his wand at the ready, should he need to do something to contain the boy. “You must let him go; he must get on the train, Mallek. Let him go.” He said quietly.

Finally Mallek released the blonde boy, his hands trembling as he clenched them into fists at his sides, his eyes on his feet, breathing rapidly. He couldn’t watch Alerick walk away from him and leave him, he just couldn’t.

“I’ll write every day, twice a day… I promise, Mallek.” Alerick said softly, looking at him worriedly.

“Go, Alerick. Get on the train.” Lucius instructed in a firm tone.

Alerick looked up at him, then nodded and turned, dragging his feet as he moved to the train where Angel waited for him, holding the door. He gave one last look back at them and both he and Angel waved before they mounted the steps and they vanished from sight inside the train.

“Shall we go, Mallek?” Lucius asked softly.

Mallek shook his head, standing where he was in silence. He couldn’t be the first to leave but he couldn’t bear to look at the train any longer. Lucius kept his cane in hand, his wand hidden under the silver handle at the ready should Mallek let loose the magic that thrummed from his body in nearly visible pulses.

The train let loose a blast of the whistle and a great gust of steam billowed forth from the engine. The train jolted then began to move, the car bearing Alerick and Angel sliding past them and away. Mallek did not even notice Harry and Draco approaching them, Harry still carrying their son James. Other witches and wizards waved at their children as they were borne away by the train and then made their way back off the platform.

“Is he all right?” Draco asked softly.

He took a moment to consider the young man fighting with his emotions, and then nodded slightly. “Yes… He seems to be working to handle this. I think I will allow him to give his best try at handling it.” Lucius answered.

The train slid past them, car by car, and Mallek did not move. He stood with fists clenched hard enough to cut into his palms, working to control himself.   His father was watching; he could not give in to his own desires. He had to wait; he had to endure this painful separation. They all thought it was best for him and Alerick to be apart, his Alerick alone at the mercy of six full years full of classes and who knew exactly how many other students as well as that boorish idiot Lazlo; he would be completely unprotected. Mallek gave no outward sign that he even noticed anyone else around him, nor the fact that the train was no longer in sight.

The train had been gone for at least ten minutes now, and the two of them were the last ones on the platform. “Mallek. It is time to go.” Lucius said softly, reaching to touch the boy’s hand; it had been enough time.

The black-haired boy gave a cry and stomped one foot; his outline blurred and vanished; he was gone. Lucius was left standing alone on the platform, startled.

Great Merlin… where the bloody hell had the boy gone?
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