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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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*Authors notes* I should have put this in the prologue, but forgot... Opps.... This will be Harry/Draco but there are going to be several chapters before I even get to them as the main theme. To be honest the first 5 chapters (at least that is what I have planned) will be all background information; before Harry is even introduced. This is the first peice of writting I have ever done, so be nice to me. Allthough constuctive criticism is very much appreciated. I have every intention of finishing this story, and will try my hardest to upload regularly. Thank you everyone who decides to read. :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 1

June 14, 1945

Enrai Gellert was awestruck by the devastation before him, surrounded by the destruction of his people, the Realm he loved. How did this wizard discover the Elder Wand, the one instrument powerful enough to overcome the strength of my magic? We created the element of our own defeat, it was only meant to help the Wizards manufacture their world; it was never intended to be used against us. My time is ending; I can feel the deadly grip of destiny’s claws ripping apart everything we’ve built.

Gellert bowed his head; it was fuzzy from the cacophony of tragedy beseeching him. There is but only one option….it is time….the second plan. Tom the timid elven heir to the House of Riddle was losing the battle against an order member, a wizard Dumbledore dared to bring to his Realm. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the young elves plight, with a motion of his tired hand, the wizard was sent crashing into the side of a wall, freeing the young elf from his doom. With this much anger running through his body he knew he used too much magic; every bone in the wizard’s body was surely broken. Tom cringed at the sound of cracking bones as the wizard slumped to the ground in a pile. It reminded him of the discarded remains of innards from animals harvested for food. Gellert, moving as swiftly as he could, finally reached the shocked Elf, only to give the last orders he would ever give to any of his servants.

There is no choice…it may be too much…there is no one else…it must be him…He is the only Elf able to fulfill this command….our savior must be Tom. With a heavy heart Gellert placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder, squeezing until he had his attention. “Tom…Go to my daughter, take her someplace safe…Guard her with your very life. You must never let her fall into the hands of Dumbledore.” When Tom finally raised his head and looked at Gellert, there was new determination in his eyes. Gellert, nearly out of breath, weary from the thought of what tasks remained before him, cleared his mind. Must focus...In order for the Elven realm to ever be prosperous again Aubrey must live without the mechanizations of wizards. Concentrating was difficult, yet, with the ferocity in Tom’s eyes, and the hard lines of his jaw, Gellert could see he had made the right decision. “All will be taken care of Enrai, I will personally see to your daughter’s safety.” Tom runs in the direction of his home and the future of the Elven Realm.

It is done…the plan is in motion…it is time to make a stand. With a heavy heart and a clear conscience, Gellert's entrance to the battlefield did not go unnoticed. His steady gait, the muscles of his not yet aged body barely visible under the velvety green cloth of his surcoat. Its light design was deceiving, hard as stone, yet flexible enough to move freely, designed more for the battlefield than the dressings of court. The ground thundered beneath his feat silently with each step, and the skies darkened at his call. Lightning, flashed across the cloudless, darkened sky, as grass tinged with smoldering heat at the anger in his soul.

The wizards had never seen such a display of sheer will and gave him a wide berth. Several had even started to retreat, only to be locked in awe at the approaching maelstrom that was the Enrai. He had barely even thought about what would happen as he made his way to the center of the clearing. Surrounded by bodies on all sides, each in different stages of defeat; the battle seemed to cease at the very notion of his growing presence. The magic did not even seem to be coming from within him, it just was, as each step another silently whispered verse, added to the coming devastation. Reaching to the depths of his soul for all the strength that remained and the last remnants of his magic, he was ready to share the Final verse.

Gellert looked around one last time, and rose his hands toward the skies. He whispered to the heavens with an amplitude that echoed like rumbling thunder closing in the distance, with this spell, this final verse, he would set fate in motion, “I CALL ON THE POWER TO INVOKE THE FIRST WARRIORS TO THE ELVEN REALM, WHERE THEY ARE TO REMAIN TILL ONE OF MY HEIRS HAS THE POWER TO DEFEAT THE ELDER WAND”.

In a moment it was over, the power that was the Enrai surged from the heavens, streaking across the skies, and released a sound that seemed to call you toward death. It was Chaos, fear, rage; it was the power of what was, what could be, and what remains. And with a final clap of thunder and a resonating rumble, all that he was, was gone.

Dumbledore watched in awe. He too was taken aback by the display before him. Furious that it was done, but not done by his hand; the battle began to rage again around him, the display had reinvigorated the elves as they shouted; for the Enrai, for the Enrai. This was only a diversion, to give more time as they all knew what the second plan had entailed. The diversion worked just long enough to start the wheels in motion.

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With the beginning of the spell the Enrai was conjuring, every head of house from the different Elven branches knew what to do, and what it would mean. The final verse the Enrai spoke had triggered a spell. The heads of the first families felt the powerful surge of magic wash over their bodies, and the intense pain searing deep into their left forearms. When observed for the first time, one could distinguish, the serpent, skull, and dagger etching placed to remind them of their promise. They would bear these marks until the one who was strong enough to overcome the magic of the Elder wand arrived. These came to be known as The Marks of the First Warriors.

With the fall of the Enrai, all of the first families gathered the remaining members, except one, transcending to the safety of the agreed location. Eyes glazed, with equal amounts grief and anger; life as they had known it, would cease.

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Tom ran as fast as he could; he had to get to the young Heiress. He was charged with her safe keeping, and in this last task he would not fail his Lord. As the Citadel drew near, he could feel the surge of power from the Enrai. It washed through him wave after wave. It felt like magical needles, pricking the skin with the tenderness of a dagger, cutting, burning, and healing all at once. He could feel the pain under his tunic centering on his left forearm, and the searing pain intensified with each wave of magic. Tom drew his sleeve, looking down to see blood stained arm and the markings of a serpent, skull, and dagger, etched both in his forearm and his soul. Falling to his knees, the anger, vengeance, and death rose with every breath he took, until he could not bear to take anymore; a blood curdling scream, full of the anguish he felt, escaped him.

The passage of time meant little; seconds, minutes, or hours could have passed. Kneeling to the ground and drawing large gulps of air, he attempted to beat back the consuming anguish that had over taken him. A trickle of a thought seeped into his mind, reminding him of the task he needed to accomplish; he had to get the Heiress to safety. On shaky legs, he started his trek back to the Citadel, with each step gaining speed as he drew closer to his goal.

Dashing through the twist and turns of the Citadel, Tom thought he had lost hope of ever finding the Heiress in time. Skidding to a stop, after a final turn; Aubrey screamed for her father as the Heiress’s mother was trying to comfort her. He was not the only one to feel the Enrai fall! The rush of words came out before Tom even knew he had spoken, “I have to get the young Heiress to safety…there isn’t much time”.

Tom had to strain his ears to hear the words; they were spoken with love. “It is ok love…My beautiful daughter…Always remember that I will love you and be there for you.” It was heartbreaking to watch as she held tightly to her daughter, tears sliding down her Elven checks. Magic surged, gaining intensity, shaking the very walls with the force of the words spoken. A chill went down Tom’s spine; as she said, “I give all my magic, the last breath in my body to make sure my daughter is safe.” With the final phrase whispered, Aubrey began to change; her ears shrunk onto themselves, becoming the shape of a humans; the sharp, feline cheekbones rounding out, looking cherubic in nature; her once luminous skin, now dull in comparison. With the gift of Aubrey’s mother, the Heiress appeared human.

Tom ran to the frightened Heiress scooping her up, tightly wrapping a blanket around her shaking frame; holding the weeping child securely within his arms. Thoughts and picture flittering through his mind; of the place he needed to transcend too; focused on the spell that would send them away. Never expecting the shockwave coming from the Citadel exploding; causing him to lose focus, drastically changing his destination.

Landing in an unknown location, Tom rolled so it was him that took the burden of the fall not the precious Heiress; he clutched in his arms. They were somewhere in England but the exact location alluded Tom’s fragmented mind; what he did know was the muggle road they landed on was extremely hard. Groaning in pain the fall produced; a throbbing sensation radiating from the shoulder he landed on, Tom slowly stood; still holding the now whimpering Heiress to his chest; with one arm. Lights racing towards them had him jumping to the side of the road further jarring the hanging limb; when the metal box screeching to a stop. Real panic set in, sent Tom’s heart into overdrive.

The couple that emerged were older probably late forties. Quickly scanning their minds, finding they were a loving couple having recently lost their son in some muggle war. With a wave his hand, Tom stops time for the muggles, looking at Aubrey, holding her tight he whispered. “Young Heiress it is too dangerous to keep you with me…This couple will love you like a mother and father. You cannot tell them about the Elven Realm or anything about magic. You will have a good life with them…If it ever becomes safe; I will come back for you.”

Tom looked at his precious bundle; giving her to these muggles was going to be hard. How could he give up someone so important to his way of life; too people, that would make her ordinary? Tom had no choice, he had to keep her safe, and with the sacrifice of Aubrey’s mother this would be the best way to keep her out of Dumbledore’s hands. A wizard would not think to look for the Heiress among simple muggles.

Tom looked back at the couple sadness consuming him; erasing every thought the muggles had of seeing him. Set Aubrey down, gently pushing her into motion, towards the couple that would become her new family. Tom casted a spell making him invisible; releasing the couple from the time spell; ready to watch the events unfold.

The couple blinked a couple of times, shook their heads as if to clear a fog. Before noticing the little girl in front of them.

“Ohh… Dear… look at her. Ed do you think she is lost? I wonder where her parents are.” The woman spoke softly, kneeling down to Aubrey’s level.

With Aubrey hearing the word parents; her lower lip trembling saying in a shaky voice, “M…my p…p..Parents are….” The shaky words fisted Tom’s heart but hearing the wail that came from the Heiress’s mouth tore it out. “Gone…”

With the broken words coming from Aubrey, intermingled with the sobs; the muggle woman scooped up the Heiress holding her tightly; looking over to her husband, “We can’t just leave her here”.

“No I supposed we shouldn’t Jane, but I also don’t feel comfortable just taking her either. What if her parents are looking for her?”

The muggle woman… Jane starts rubbing soothing circles on Aubrey’s back, asking “What is your name dearie?”

In a choked whisper pressed into Jane’s neck one word was said, almost too softly for Tom to hear, “Aubrey.”

Jane looked to her husband with concern floating in her eyes “We will check around, see what happened with her family. If we find nothing else…We can raise her.”

The husband, Ed from what Tom could tell didn’t look to happy, watching the muggle man take a resigned sigh saying to his wife, “I suppose.”

Watching the couple climb back into the metal box they came out of; he silently casted a spell to track Aubrey so he can find her again. Watching his heart, soul, his very being; leaving moving away in that metal box, created the first tears that fell from his eyes, Tom left.

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Albus Dumbledore couldn’t believe it, the night started out so well. His order was able to take control of the battlefield overcoming all Elves present. But when he went to face the Enrai, High Elf, the one that would lead him to his daughter; the power source that was supposed to be his. The Enrai turned the tables on him, taking his own life in a spell that set a different future in motion. After the High Lords death, he, Albus Dumbledore the greatest wizard that lived; was moments away from claiming his prize, noticed a boy that vaguely looked familiar; leave with what he considered his.

Now he didn’t know where the young Elven Heiress was, after looking at the night through a pensive he could say the Enrai was one step ahead of him the whole time. With this disaster, it set him back years; who knew how long before the Heiress emerged from hiding again.

Albus knew; only one thing was certain, that he would never forget the boy that stole his prize, how could anyone ever forget eyes the color of blood. Nor would he ever forget his true goals.
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