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Through the eyes of a Serpent	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12067 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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The spells used in this chapter translated to english)

Infectum reddo essentia - Revoke existence (rough translation)

Cruciatem Infernale - Torture Infernal (Rough translation word by word)

Sanguinem Carcerem - Blood prison (Rough translation)

Chapter Text
May 29th of the year 1992 had begun like any other in the life of one Aiolos Eldrich, the Headmaster, and Founder, of the Arcane Academy of Cairo, a School of Magic.

A few words to be spoken about the differences between this establishments and the three most known of.

Where schools such as Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were the most esteemed ones to stand through the ages, different from one another in small details. For example Hogwarts taught it's students the common ground of Magic, covering over the basics of just about everything, but rarely straying beyond what was required for an individual to survive in the world. Beauxbatons, on the other hand, specialized in the more spiritual aspects of Magic, coaxing and guiding it to achieve their results. Lastly Durmstrang that prided itself in the perfected art of controlling Magic, bending it to the casters will. Despite all these differences, there was one thing that all three establishments shared in common with one an other.

Severe prejudice towards individuals of creature heritage. While all three gladly accepted beings that had creature in their genes, ones that were classified as /mild influence, such as the Veela. Beings that had almost entirely been bred out of the bloodline, to a point where the original creature, and most of it's traits, had all but faded out entirely, leaving behind only small physical traces and faint echos of the power once wielded by the originals.

So in an effort to offer all beings, that was excluding simple wizards that had nothing else to them than that. It was that Aiolos originally founded the Arcane Academy under the blessing of the Pharaoh that ruled over the region at the time, to offer to those shunned by the humans an equal chance to learn about themselves and the world they were in. The more varied the populous within the school became, so too did the material that was taught change. Over the ages the academy has hid itself from the prying eyes of established governing organs, becoming more of a private school than anything else...

But it seems that we have been side-tracked from the origin, so let us return to the beginning of the day of May 29th in the year 1992.

Aiolos'day had began unusually early with an emergency at the school. It seemed like a fight had threatened to erupt between two clashing factions of creatures. For clarity let it be said that while the staff at the school did not favor one category of being over the other, the large variety of species within the facility meant that there would be, at any given moment, be housed several types of creatures that just did not get along at all, as dictated by their very nature, so things like this were bound to happen every now and again.

While the Academy staff had swiftly dealt with the unrest, well before it could escalate beyond a mere sciff in the halls, the Headmaster was still called in to deal with the instigators of the uprising, as was the Headmaster's contract-written right and duty to do.

Aiolos had walked through the front-doors dressed in his usual attire of white robes that were cut to fit his form, with a deep hood that was currently pulled up to hide the males head. The robes themselves were fastened tight around the torso, held secured by two rows of buttons which each had the head of a Medusa printed on each and every one of them, while from the waist down the robes were left open to pillow out with even the slightest of winds. The sleeves were styled similarity, they clung to the arm all the way from the shoulder and down to the elbow, from where they widened out steadily until they reached the second knuckle of the males middle finger. The mouths of the sleeves were trimmed with the grey of silver, without any form of pattern to them. On his legs and feet Aiolos wore fitting, white dragonhide trousers, while his feet were covered by a pair of mid-calf height white dragonhide boots, both items which were fastened on tight by straps of grey leather that were held tight by buckles that resembled the heads of snakes.

While one would expect to see Aiolos'face, instead all who looked were met with the icy visage of an expressionless mask of white stone. Without any holes for the eyes of mouth. No decorations of any kind to be seen the mask made most think that the twin of Death had come down to visit upon the mortal realm.

On the entire length of his right arm, Aiolos wore a metal gauntlet, undecorated, seemingly simple. Where most gauntlets would cover the entire hand in protective layers of metal, this one only covered the thumb, index and middle fingers, leaving the two others uncovered and perfectly visible. All in all the item was an oddity, for Aiolos was never seen without it, much like his mask, no matter what he wore.

In the middle of the large entrance hall stood four students with two members of staff per student, all standing deathly still as the male in white marched over, stopping only when he was five feet away from the four who dared break the peace that Aiolos had worked so hard to establish within the halls of his school.

”Misters Le Morganti, Vengeway, Delahue and Archelaus will follow me to my offices.” Aiolos said in an icy tone of voice, making sure to point out each of the four that stood behind him that he wished to follow. With each name mentioned there was a ripple in magic, faint, but definitely there.

Following the order of the names was a Vampire. Standing at a considerable height of six feet. Physique-wise the male was toned, not overly worked muscles that were hidden beneath a layer of designer clothes, ones that certainly defined his masculinity and features. Face angular with a strong jaw and a sharp nose with slightly pointy ears. Flesh pale as the light of moon with eyes red as freshly spilled blood, ones now set into a heated glare in the Headmasters direction.

Second was a shaggy looking male, a werewolf by birth, with hair as wild as a wind-swept bush, strands and locks sticking this way and that, almost defying gravity itself. Standing slightly hunched, shoulders drawn in close, and arms hanging lazily. Clad in worn clothing that had seen one too many a fights in their time. Sharp amber-colored eyes narrowed as the male looked at the headmaster upon being addressed by the aforementioned.

Third in line was another tall figure, a Celestial, matching in height with the vampire. Where the vampires flesh was deathly pale, this ones was a healthier hue of paleness. Golden hair was tied neatly to the back into a firm ponytail. Where the cursed one was tall and fit, the Celestial was built for combat, large muscles bulged beneath the pale flesh, where it could be seen upon the males arms, since the rest of the being was covered. Armor covered the being from shoulders to the feet, the metal was smooth without any flaws or markings, following the natural form of the beings structure. At the males back that armor was open to let a pair of massive white wings be maneuvered without obstructions.

Where the other three could pass for humans quite easily, the last one would have to work for it, what with being a Dragon-kind and all. Covered in deep-blue scales from head to toe, with the facial features of a reptile. Eyes glowing yellow and a pair of large, leathery wings folded neatly at the males back while a long tail swished back and forth in agitation behind him. Clad in nothing more than an ornamental loincloth that hung off of the males waist, the being stood tall, arms crossed over his chest and a low growl rumbling in the males throat.

Standing still the four awaited for the headmasters verdict, only to be taken aback at the demand to follow the male to his offices, nothing good ever became out of being called into that dreary place.

”I thank the members of staff that helped quell this threat. Rest assured that compensations will be made, but for now you are all dismissed.” Aiolos motioned for the members of staff, who immediately began to turn and leave. Aiolos' tone of voice calm and thankful as he did so, mere moments before he took the few steps it was required to walk from between the werewolf and the celestial alike.

Stepping aside the two gave the Headmaster plenty of room to march past, all four of them marveling the sheer arrogance with which the male operated. None who went to the school knew about the headmaster, with the exception of perhaps the undead teachers who had spent a great many a centuries teaching. There were no rumors, no whispers among the old records regarding the facility, yet there was none in staff who objected to anything the male did, somehow he held the respect of some of the older families among the light, dark and neutral sides, a fact that none had found a reason for.

For this apparent lack of reason behind the fact that all were to bow down to Mister Eldrich, just because he was an authority figure, was why two of the four had staged this little show-off. To draw the headmaster out into the open, trusting in Mister Eldrich's arrogance to blind him to it.

When the Headmaster had stepped past, the werewolf and vampire launched into action. A quick flick of the vampire's wrist, and a small cut across his right palm escorted by a hushed whisper of ”Sanguinem Carcerem” to focus his magic into a spell most devious.

The blood that spilled from the wound snapped through the air and latched onto the two unaware ones. Quickly and effectively the cursed blood bound the two in place, rooted them to where they were while making even a thought of moving a most painful one.

Meanwhile the werewolf had sprung forward, morphing along the way to take his full, beastly form, all teeth and claws with taut muscle and gleaming auburn fur, fully aiming on maiming his unaware target. Instead of catching those white robes in his claws, or sinking his teeth into the flesh at the back of the males head, all the wolf was able to grasp was air as he sailed through where the Headmaster had been a mere second earlier, but now there was nothing.

Dumbfounded the werewolf snarled and looked around, not even bothering with the members of staff who casually leaned against the far walls, observing the situation with obvious amusement. It wasn't until the sound of laughter as it echoed through the hall, that the two offenders turned to their right, only to find the male slowly raising from the floor like a ghost.

”How dreadfully predictable, although I must say that I am quite disappointed with how long it took you, more so because I lost a bet because of your tardiness.” Aiolos drawled from there he stood, facing the two offenders. Still nobody made a move to assist, all were eerily still.

”Be quiet you pompous piece of filth.” Le Morganti snapped sharply, before moving his wounded hand again.

From the wound, blood gushed out, swirling and spinning around the held appendage while the wound healed. With a curt nod to his accomplice in this act of treason, the cursed-one rushed forward in a blur, ready to strike at the motionless Headmaster.

The werewolf stayed behind, making himself seem like the lesser threat, waiting for his accomplice to draw the Headmaster's attention.

Moving fast the vampire closed the distance between him and the source of his frustration. Upon closing the distance Le Morganti's left hand was poised at the ready to strike from below, claws at the ready to tear through fabric and flesh, but instead of any of those the vampire found himself swiping at the thing air when the male he had intended to hit, moved aside. Momentarily taken aback by the others capability to actually keep up with his motions.

Aiolos watched the vampire gathering his powers, his senses fixed upon the male. Where he couldn't use his eyes through the mask, Aiolos relied on hearing and feeling, as well as his own magic, to keep him aware of his surroundings, and all three of those were well tuned to the charging being.

Taking a step to the side, saying nothing, merely standing there, waiting for the vampire to act again. The second lash was dodged as easily as the first, as were the third and the fourth, but the fifth proved out to be a bit trickier. Where the male had seemed to lash out with his right hand, there had beena slight shift in the surrounding magic, that had been the only warning to Aiolos that something else was coming, yet he hadn't been prepared for it quite as properly as he should of.

Accompanying the lash had been a secondary strike. Not from a clawed hand, but a sharp blade that had formed out of the sphere of blood that hovered around the vampire. The blade had struck swiftly, catching the right cheek of the mask that was worn, carving a nice slash along the smooth surface.

Reaching his right hand up to run the clawed tip of his middle finger, running the metal along the cut there, seemingly taken aback by the fact that someone managed to strike at him. Raising his head and about to comment on the strike, when Aiolos heard a snarl from behind.

Snapping around sharply, only to find himself with a faceful of claw and fur. From the force of the strike Aiolos was sent tumbling to the ground, sliding along the smooth marble. There had been a sharp crack, that had delighted both offendors to no ends. The sight of the dark substance that sprayed here and there from the tumbling figure, only heightened the delight the two felt as they made their approach.

Before either of the two could get close enough, however, the seemingly broken figure moved. The right hand moved up and pointed the index finger at the werewolf before a clear, steady voice said. ”Cruciatem Infernale.” And it was in an instant that the werewolf let out the most horrendous of screams to ever be heard.

Falling onto the floor in a writhing mess as green flames burst around him. While the flames produced no heat, they did everything else exactly like real fire would. Devouring the fur and scorching the flesh, doing so slowly to further heighten the agony of their target.

Transfixed by the fate that fell upon his accomplish, the vampire failed to pay attention to the Headmaster getting up on his feet. Mister Le Morganti couldn't believe that someone in mister Eldriches'position would use such an evil curse on anyone, little alone a student. What was more stunning was the fact that the Headmaster seemed fully functional, despite the crushing blow he'd received to the head a moment prior

Slowly turning to look at the male, feeling his rage bubbling anew, only to feel it leave him again at what he saw.

Standing there, calm as ever, with his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted slightly to the left. The mask pure and pristine as it always was, with the exception of the large chunk of it missing from the left. Behind the mask was nothing, nothing but blackness that literally oozed out. A single blue dot glowing where the eye should be.

”What in the seven layers of hell are you!” Le morganti shouted out, taking a step back when his writhing accomplish almost bumped into him. Eyes fixed upon the male.

”Nothing you know of, the effect I have on you makes it so that you see nothing when looking at something you haven't seen, but now...” Aiolos laughed, more so at the stunned expression on the vampires face when he mentioned an effect, but left it there.

Vanishing from sight, even from the acute one of the vampire, Aiolos made quick work at getting into the vampire's personal space, face to face with the male. At the same time Aiolos brought his right hand up, fingers pointed and ready as he slammed them up, penetrating the flesh and sinking through the diaphragm all the way up to the heart.

”Now it's time to wake-up, but before you do, I want you to remember, in ALL your private moments, that I defeated you without ever lifting a finger.” Aiolos hissed low and threatening to the confused, twitching Le Morganti heir.

Stepping back and yanking his arm back to allow the vampire to collapse onto the ground, clutching at the hole in his chest to keep himself from bleeding out.

With his vision slowly blurring and fading to black at the edges the Le morganti heir watched the retreating back of the Headmaster, cursing the males existence to the very core, only to have his dark promises of doom be interupted by the sound of something shattering. Looking to the side the vampire could see that the entire wall had shattered like glass, revealing blackness behind it, and the breaking kept on going.

Eyes wide as a small seed of panic planted itself within the vampires mind. Even though he lay there, in a growing pool of his own blood with a literally broken heart, he rather not watch everything falling down ontop of him.

Upon the shattering of the last identifiable piece, which so happened to be the emotionless, masked face of the Headmaster, the vampire was plunged into darkness, but only for a moment. In a flash of light, and the sound of someone calling out to him in a stern voice, the vampire shook his head and willed his rapid breathing down.

”Get a move on before we're in more trouble.” the werewolf snapped, tugging on the vampires arm, who merely pulled himself free and scoffed.

”Mind your tongue mutt.” The Le Morganti heir scowled casually, adjusting his clothes briefly before turning to follow the headmaster. His eyes fixed upon the male, a haunted look, a mixture of fear and hatered nailed to the back of the man who held more secrets than one would assume.

”Whatever.” Mister Vengeway growled, rolling his eyes at the arrogant piece of work. He couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment when the vampire never gave the signal to get on with the final stage of their plan. He'd been itching to sink his claws into something...ANYTHING, and now he was sure to get reprimanded like a wee pup, how fun it would be.

When the five got to the offices, there were already people waiting for them. The father of each of the males standing there, all looking equally disappointed in their own way.

Le Morganti senior stood tall at the left-hand of the room, with his arms behind his back and chin held high. While those blood-red eyes nailed their gaze straight onto his oldest son. Clad in a three-piece suit, cut to fit his form perfectly with small details in silver. Wavy black hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, held together by a red silk ribbon.

Vengeway senior stood tall as well, his amber eyes drilling holes upon his arriving son, but where the vampire was tall and straight-backed, the old werewolf was slightly hunched, his muscles far more prominent as their flexed and pressed against the clothing he wore. A simple pair of grey pants and a white dress-shirt with a jacket tossed over it, no tie nor any other accessories. His long beard was neatly braided, while his hair was short and wild, semi-spiky suggesting that the male did not care of his hair, or he just got out of bed prior to arriving in the school.

Third stood Delahue senior. Like his son the older Celestial was clad in an armor, but his was from head to toe, and decorated by a plethora of runes. The breastplate had the image burning eye imprinted upon it, the family sigil. Standing tallest with his long, grey hair held open, allowed to cascade down along his back, perfectly highlighted against the red cape at his back. Massive pair of equally grey wings were tucked flat against his back while his amethyst-colored eyes blazed with contained rage.

Lastly there was Archelaus senior. A burly male of the dragon-kind, who's black scales seemed to absorb all the light that hit him, making him seem just that much more ominous. Sharp green eyes set upon his son as he straightened his back and growled low in his throat, while his wings quivered, but remained tucked against his back. The only one who wore no clothing, not even a loincloth, his kind rarely saw the reason to wear anything, especially since their private parts were internal, not flopping about like all three others.

Once everybody got seated, some earning themselves the first round of scolding from their parent, all of them began the long talk over how to approach the situation, and what sort of punishment is to be applied here. It wasn't until three hours later that they emerged from the offices of Mister Eldrich , the adults still conversing while the sons followed, some with their head bowed, some just trying to look like they didn't belong to the whole entourage.

They walked down to the lowest levels of the school, straight to the archways that held the portals that led to the different realms of existence from where these beings hailed from. Having agreed on a two months expelling from the school, with a requirement to keep studying on their own and keep their grades, or face a repeat of the year.

”Just you wait till your mother hears about this.” Growled Vengeway Senior as he grabbed his son by the wrist and began dragging him away to the right most portal, said pup trying to fight the drag while whining about the unfairness of it. Really quite childish.

”We'll be the laughing stock of the entire congregate.” Delahue senior said calmly, watching his son walk towards the portal. Giving the headmaster a curt nod of his head before following suit.

Mister Archelaus senior said nothing, he merely growled at his son and sent him on his way, following suit in an angry stomp, leaving the Headmaster and the Le Morganti's standing in the hall. For a while Le Morganti senior and Mister Eldrich looked at each other, neither moving at all nor saying anything.

Finally the older vampire turned to his son and motioned for the lad to get a move on, the older one following suit at the boys heels, stopping at the portal to glance over to the Headmaster.

”This isn't the last of it.” Le Morganti senior warned before stepping through the portal, yet his eyes held no malice or threat, but poorly hidden grief.

”I know, old friend....I know.” Aiolos called after, his voice barely above a whisper.

”But before I find my end, I have a school to run, people to attend to...but most importantly.” Aiolos mused, bringing his hands up to smack them together, enjoying in the way the sharp smack echoed in the massive hall.

”I have a party to plan!.” Aiolos proclaimed, hardly bothering to keep his voice down, letting the statement echo as far as it would, while the male turned and marched off.

From then on the day had been quite a calm one, no further incidents required his personal attention, so he was free to plan the end of term party. A long standing tradition in the Academy that most students looked forward to, especially the ones graduating.

It wasn't until later in the evening when Aiolos got back home and was in his study, going over the last of his paperwork that he noticed something out of place. Besides the flickering light of the candle on his desk, there was a steady glow coming off of the wall. Getting up to go and investigate this anomaly, it dawned upon Aiolos that it was his tapestry.

His name at the top, from where three lines ventured out, and out of those three one was burnt unrecognizable, yet Aiolos knew the name there. From that scorched blotch a single golden line now ventured down to another name, one that hadn't been there before.

Surrounded by the faint golden glow was a name /Harry James Potter and his date of birth 31st of July 1980, with another date in smaller print stating the current day of 29th of may 1992. Tilting his head, feeling mighty puzzled Aiolos reached his hands up and grabbed the tapestry, yanking it off it's fastenings.

”What in the seven layers of hell....” Aiolos cursed under his breath as he ventured to his desk again, setting the tapestry on it, pacing before it for a moment.

For a while Aiolos sat and pondered at the tapestry he held in his hands. While he had several theories about what was going on with it, he wouldn't act until he knew for sure. Setting the tapestry back in it's place, Aiolos took one look at it, while straightening his clothing.

Venturing off to find his faithful companion. Finding said creature on it's perch in the study in the second floor, Aiolos chuckled softly. Standing there, on one foot, was his mail delivery Falcon, currently eating the little critter she had managed to catch. Beautiful with a belly of white where the rest of her was grey with little black dots littering her body almost everywhere.

”Greetings beautiful.” Aiolos crooned to the bird as he made his way over to the desk next to the falcons perch.

”Up for delivering a few letters?” Aiolos inquired from the bird, who merely tilted her head, as if to ask whether or not her master was being serious.

Writing down, whatever it was that needed to be said, onto two pieces of parchment. After checking them for errors, Aiolos rolled them up and added a bit of wax to keep them rolled up, and after adding his seal onto the wax, Aiolos turned to his companion, only to see her extending her foot to him.

A soft chuckle escaped the man in white as he shrunk down the parchments and secured one to the leg of the bird, while letting her grab hold of the other.

”First deliver the letter that you are holding over to my old friend Talos, he should be at the Broken Wand tavern, if not, return the letter to me. The next one goes to the Goblin bank.” Aiolos instructed his companion, while carefully picking her up and moved over to the balcony. Once outside stroked his thumb along the back of the falcon before sending her on her way.

With those chores done, Aiolos moved off again, for he had things to prepare. First and foremost he needed to inform his replacement that he would be unavailable to fulfill his duties for an indefinable amount of time, and then he'd get ready to venture to the ends of the earth to settle this.

Deciding to take a walk about his home Aiolos bent his arms behind his back, grasping his left wrist with his right hand, idly humming to himself while he waited and walked. After an hour and a half of endless walking around the large building, Aiolos was alerted to his familiars return by the sharp shriek from the bird.

Venturing on over to where he suspected his familiar to be at, Aiolos entertained himself with the possibility of the kind of reply he would get on his first letter, after all the recepient could be...fickle. Finding the falcon perched where she had been before, with a single letter wrapped around her ankle. Petting the falcons head briefly before going for the letter, he gave the bird her freedom to go for a flight without destination, a command the bird was happy to accept before flying off to the vast outside world.

Unfolding the parchment while walking towards his study, Aiolos held it so that he wasn't actually facing it, but instead he was pointing it to the side slightly. Were someone to witness it, they would swear seeing a pair of glinting eyes within the darkness provided by the hood, and hearing hissed words followed by the males laughter, joyful and delighted.

”Of all the possibilities, I never imagined I'd have need of him on one of his better days.” Aiolos all, but sang aloud, arms spread out while he walked along the corridor, robes and parchment a flutter.

The content of the note was simple, and to the point with only a single line of text with a signature of two red blades crossed.

I will meet you in your study at midnight.

The remaining hours until the stroke of midnight were spent in comfortable silence in the study, reading a book about herbology, why? Simply because he needed something to pass the time without getting too focused into it. When the figurative clock struck midnight, all was silent, with the exception of the slight breeze blowing through the large windows.

”Your punctuality is truly remarkable Talos.” Aiolos mock-drawled, grinning behind his mask at the sound of a huff coming from above the left most bookcase.

”Your senses have remained as sharp as ever, but niceties aside, we have business to attend to.” The figure growled from his perch, lounging on his side on top of the bookcase.

Clad in black leather that hugged his form flawlessly, with a cowl covering half of his face and the hood the rest, letting only his eyes shine bright. Those spheres that radiated the faint glow of molten gold held their gaze fixed upon the male in white.

”Indeed so.” Aiolos crooned softly as he reached his right hand down and tugged open a drawer, and once opened he pulled out a box and lift it onto the table and opened it unceremoniously. Inside the box were seven beautiful, smooth spheres which glowed bright white light all laid out on a pillow of black velvet.

”You will get one of these, should you accept, and two more upon the completion of the task.” Aiolos said icily, his tone taking a drastic turn from before, as if to indicate the seriousness of the matter.

Any other case and scenario would of left the mysterious Talos unperturbed, but upon the sight of those spheres left the male stunned into silence. The famous Stars of Seth, a masterpiece of elven craftsmanship, coveted by any, who knew their power and value.

”What's the job...Who will I my blades sing for??” Talos hissed before rolling off, tumbling silently to the floor, grouching there, staring at Aiolos.

”I wish for you to find a person, one Harry James Potter.” Aiolos said, pointing over at the tapestry.

”Find him, and everything about him from place of birth to the color of his underpants, be as thorough as you possibly can, kill any who stand in your way.” Aiolos demanded, reaching into the box to grab one of the spheres, only to toss it over to Talos.

Narrowing his golden eye Talos stared and listened while the job was described to him, it sounded more than simple enough, yet the pay suggested otherwise. In any other scenario Talos would of declined a job as shady sounding as this, but he knew Aiolos well enough to know, that when the man wanted something done and needed to hire people, he made sure to pay them in such a way that betrayal was out of the question.

Catching the sphere in his right hand as it flew at him in a lazy arch, Talos took a while to observe the jewel, marveling the flawless surface and the tiny light at the center of it. Averting his eyes from the price and back to his employer. Moving his right arm across his abdomen, effectively pocketing the jewel while at it, Talos took a deep bow.

”Got any suggestions where to start.” Talos inquired casually as he stood up once more,

”I've narrowed down to somewhere in either the United States of America, or the United Kingdom based off of the name alone. I've also narrowed your areas of focus down to schools that take in twelve year old individuals. I'd start with any and all magical institutes, considering the manner with which he has come to rouse my attention..” Aiolos explained, closing the box and setting it back in it's place in the drawer.

”Pretty wide area, got any more leads to go by?” Talos inquired while moving to stand and lean against the bookcase.

”Should you wait until tomorrow afternoon, I should have more exact information.” Aiolos replied nonchalantly, claiming his seat once more, crossing his right leg over his left at the knee, arms casually resting on his lap.

”Then I will return tomorrow at four o'clock, until then.” Talos said with a curt nod, before stepping back into the shadows, vanishing into them without a trace.

”That'll do just fine.” Aiolos said to the thin air after his visitor had vanished.

With a sigh Aiolos got up and left the study, deciding to catch an early night, despite it being well past midnight by now, but for someone who rarely slept as it was, anytime was early.

The following day was sent in arranging for his substitute to take over the day-to-day running affairs of the Academy, as well as visiting the bank to set new vaults on stand-by with a neat sum of gold stored within them. While the funds were settled, Aiolos took his time in getting to the bottom of the mysterious figure of Harry James Potter, all the while commending the Goblins for their strick policy regarding customer privacy. Having acquired only the country where the individual lived in, Aiolos left the bank and went home to await for his tracker to arrive.

Meeting with Talos went by swiftly and the mysterious figure left without a trace to complete his assignment, leaving Aiolos to his own devices yet again.

From then on days passed one after another, and Aiolos spent all of them getting ready to act once he had all the information he needed. Assembling his gear, brewing the potions he thought he would need. Gathering his trinkets, the many items that had been acquired during his years traveling between the worlds.

Setting, and resetting, the various items along the diningroom table, adding and removing things the more he spent thinking about it. When he wasn't planning to venture off into the world, for who knows what, Aiolos spent the majority of his free-time with the Goblins, getting all the necessary paperwork started. While Aiolos had no idea what would await for him at his destination, one thing was clear...This Harry James Potter was a part of his bloodline now, and none of his blood would be raised among pathetic humans, he'd rather behead himself than see that happen.

Two weeks later welcomed the arrival of Talos once more. The stealthy little informant appearing in Aiolos'bedroom in the middle of the night, where the owner of the room was currently laying in bed, fully clothed, but motionless. Without the steady raise and fall of his chest, one might of thought him dead.

Whatever kind of relations Talos and Aiolos had, it seemed to culminate around the fact of Talosa tempting to sneak-up on the strange man known as Aiolos. Materializing from the shadows Talos stepped nearer the bed, not a sound to be heard. Grouching low Talos began the slow stalk towards the sleeping figure one step at a time.

Slowly his left hand slid down to his waist, grabbing onto the handle of one of the daggers there., slowly pulling it out. With a twisted sort of delight Talos made his way by the bed, sparing but a moment to eye the other. Getting ready to pounce, muscles pulling tight beneath his leather armor, just about ready to pounce when all of a sudden.

”Good evening Talos. Am I to assume that your mission is complete and that you've come to report?” Aiolos spoke-up, and to further annoy Talos, it didn't sound like Aiolos had been asleep at all.

”By Orhen's balls....” Talos hissed as he stood up and sheathed his dagger again.

”Don't sound so disappointed, one of these days you'll loose one of your daggers in my intestines, but for now, please hand in your report.” Aiolos crooned softly, like he was talking to a child that was pouting.

With a huff, Talos crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head back while turning his back on the prone figure to walk off, expecting for Aiolos to follow suit. With a sigh the man in question got up and followed his favorite assassin over to the study, the very place where he had hired the male in, and he knew well why.

Going over to his desk, once more to open the drawer and pulling the box out, opening it to display the gems, now only six of them resting upon their pillow. Taking out two of them and setting on the table, from which Talos snatched them away, admiring them for a while as Aiolos set the rest away.

”Now, the information.” Aiolos said as he sat down on his desk, looking directly at Talos, waiting for the man to make his move.

”Yes yes, stop your fussing when you got no reason to fuss.” Talos scoffed as he pocketed the jewels, carefully setting them aside the one he already had.

”Harry attends school at Hogwarts, School fo Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is located right over here.” Talos murmured softly while pulling a map from his pocket and spreading it onto the desk and pointing at the location of the school for Aiolos to see.

” He is,a s you know, twelve years old and his only living relatives in the country are ones Petunia Dursley nee Evans, Vernon Dursley and Dudley Dursley, quite an awful bunch of humans if I say so myself...” Talos explained while he paced back and forth in front of the massive desk, his hands never stopping their movement as he spoke.

”Investigations upon the residence at Privet Drive number 4, Surrey, it became apparent that the boy in question wasn't well liked.” Talos resumed, but now he moved over to Aiolos, leaning forward a little, tapping his head breifly to indicate that he wished for the male to see for himself the information that Talos himself couldn't find words for.

Moving his left hand over to his gauntlet, Aiolos drew his wand, from where it was embedded along his forearm. Murmuring the spell that he required Aiolos set his wand on the table again before placing his right hand upon Talos'forehead.

Seeing the human residence was enough to aggravate Aiolos somewhat, just because it was a HUMAN home. Further looking through revealed that only two bedrooms were occupied at all, their occupants sleeping away soundly, literally so. Within the memory Aiolos could feel a certain...hunger bubbling just beneath the surface, a hunger for carnage, but as his job description denied the freedom to just slaughter, the memory moved along.

Next was shown a third room upstairs, this one filled with items that had been discarded, all neatly piled and set for storage. Humans were something that Aiolos could never understand. Finally there was a door shown beneath the stairs, a small little hatch. Upon its opening Aiolos felt stunned, there was a small cot, hardly fit for a child, with a few drawings and small items here and there amidst the cleaning supplies.

As the memory ended and Aiolos was back to himself, the man in white couldn't help but to growl, motioning for Talos to resume.

”Harry also has a godfather, one Sirius Orion Black, who was sent to Azkaban for reasons that seem shady, at best. His two best friends are Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, and his brothers George and Fred Weasley, currently being given the lovey dovey eyes by Ginevra Weasley...And before you even ask, no, they are full-bred humans, I checked.” Talos ranted on, hardly stopping for air in his haste to get everything said and done.

”Oh and lastly there is a prophecy regarding him, I tried to acquire it for you, but I was almost caught, and try as I might, killing them caused only more trouble than was worth staying there to get it.” Talos said with a final nod, stopping in front of the desk again, hands flat on it's surface, leaning forward a little.

Aiolos merely leaned back against his chair and tilted his head up, a gesture which Aiolos performed when he thought something over. With a grunt the man in white pushed himself up and off his chair to stand, only slightly startling Talos in the process.

”Job well done Talos, You are free to go attend to your business, but be on the look-out, for I may have need of you upon my return.” Aiolos chuckled, sounding awfully manic in doing so, especially since he was waving his wand carelessly.

In a flutter of robes Aiolos was gone, the sound of his feet patting against the stone floor the only sound to echo in the quiet mansion while the lord of the house went to gather his things, he had family to save. Watching the oddity of a man storming off, filled with such odd kind of glee, was something that had Talos shaking his head as he made his way back into the shadows.

By Wednesday of the third week Aiolos finally set foot on the soil of the United Kingdom. Standing out in the international portkeyzone for a moment before heading for the officials sitting at their desks by the door. Heading for the door to depart the room Aiolos was stopped by one of the officials.

Exhaling a sigh Aiolos turned to face the individual and moved on over, glad for his habit of wearing a mask at all times, he had no reason to school his expression from the sneer it was in. Stepping upto the middle-aged, clearly fed-up with her work, woman who sat behind her desk with a neat piles of papers set across it, leaving a smaller area for writing.

”Name and occupation please.” The clerk said, her tone of voice neutral, with a hint of boredom creeping on around the edges.

”Aiolos Eldrich, Headmaster of the Arcane Academy of Cairo.” Aiolos replied, although he couldn't, for the life of him, think of a reason as to why he didn't use any of the many aliases that he had, then again, anyone looking into Aiolos Eldrich wouldn't get too far in either, so he brushed this slip aside.

”Purpose of visit business or pleasure?” The clerk inquired in that same pseudo-drawl that she had used before.

”Pleasure, I am here on vacation.” Aiolos replied just as boredly, tapping his right foot impatiently against the floor.

”Where will you be staying?.” The clerk lift her head and glanced at Aiolos, taking note of the lack of luggage with him.

Now there was something that Aiolos hadn't expected, people now a days had to let officials know where they would be staying? What kind of ridiculousness was that?. Oh how he missed the simpler days of just POPPING in and going from there, when travel was far more liberating, and less bureaucratic bullshit.

”In the first hotel that meets my standards, I left without a plan or preparations.” Aiolos drawled in agitation. While it wasn't a a complete lie, but the things Aiolos had prepared did not include a prolonged stay in a country as human infested as this one.

The clerk raised a brow, her entire demeanor going from downright bored to a state of alarm, but she tried not to show her concern that the travelers vagueness had inspired. Before another question would leave the clerks lips, there was a ripple in magic around Aiolos, and right after the clerks eyes lost their focus and she slumped in her chair once more.

As not to raise suspicion Aiolos stayed there for a while longer, talking quietly and moving his hands as one normally would when talking, and after a while he merely turned on his heels and walked out, leaving the clerk to dwell in the visage clouding her mind for now. She'd be fine...provided that she possessed any form of will to survive, if not..well, too bad.

Walking right on out from the complex, following the guidelines all the way to the doors to step out. The view he came to did nothing to lift Aiolos'spirits at all. Buildings one by one, impersonal and hardly up to date in style, but most of all it were the beings the inhabited this area that truly lowered Aiolos'liking towards it.

Humans, so many HUMANS walking about, minding their business, their stench so pungent it made Aiolos cringe. Bracing himself against the necessity of diving out of his comfort-zone Aiolos lift his head, holding himself with all the grace and nobility that he had acquired over the years and stepped out, merging into the steady flow of people going about their business.

While he would love to get his task completed already, he had to cover his tracks. Walking for a while Aiolos wandered aimlessly until he could take it no longer. None of the places he'd viewed struck him as places he'd want to stay, and while normally he would just abandon the location entirely, it wasn't an option this time.

Choosing to take the next available Inn or a Hotel he ran across in here Aiolos kept walking until he came across an establishment called the Leaky Cauldron. Entering the tavern, for a lack of a better term for him to call it, Aiolos went straight to the counter.

”Do you have available rooms for one to rent here?” Aiolos all but hissed at the aged man behind the counter, wishing to just get out of here this instant.

”We got one, ain't much, but should do for sleeping.” The keeper replied, frowning slightly at the tone he was spoken to.

”Good, I'll take it for a week, this should cover for my expenses.” Aiolos said as he set a pile of Galleons onto the counter.

”Uhh..that's plenty, we only charge five Galleons per day..” The keeper stated, bewildered at the blatant disregard of this patron.

”Just take the money and hand me my key, I'm running late as it is.” Aiolos snapped, tapping his armored index and middle finger against the counter.

Upon getting his key, while refusing to take the extra money back, only giving his name before getting out of the establishment, venturing back outside. Once he exited the building Aiolos tilted his head back and looked up at the sky, focusing for a moment until apparating away.

All in all it took Aiolos a couple of days to find the school, and get familiar with the surroundings, all the while mindful of his presence as he investigated. The distant castle standing near a cliff, towering against the horizon was truly a magnificent sight, one that Aiolos would happily study longer, but he'd spent enough time on it now, considering the urgency of his task.

Friday found Aiolos standing at the end of the bridge leading to the school. The wind swept over his form, making his robes flutter playfully while the male got a better feeling of the wards around the building. Truly magnificent work, plenty of power behind them, and seemingly impenetrable. Lifting his left hand up to brush the tips of his fingers over the unseen force, Aiolos was pleased to find himself able to pass the wards without resistance, a fact that further cemented the fact there was a child in there that was now of his blood, and thus he would be able to enter the school in the role of an acting guardian and provider.

Just as Aiolos was about to take the first step through the wards to get things under way, he was halted by the sound of an explosion. A quick look up revealed a window suddenly blowing out in a most violent displays of magical outbursts. Whatever it was about the display that struck a chord in Aiolos, the man found himself rushing forward, a sense of dread pulling tighter in his gut. With a hastily cast disillusionment charm shimmering around him, Aiolos rushed ahead, his steps swift and light, filled with purpose while his senses remained locked on the magic still trickled, using it to find his way in this maze.

In a matter of minutes, although it felt like hours to Aiolos, he finally reached his destination, stopping at the end of the corridor to watch the display.

In the middle of a room filled with swirling flames was a hunched figure of a boy. One shivering and shaking in pain, yet looking at the boys halfway skinless face, there was no pain to be seen, only the kind of malice very few could think of. Yet Aiolos knew the look well, he knew the weight that radiated from the boy, it had been many a centuries since he had felt anything similar last, and now he was berating himself over never finishing it then when he had the chance, but how could a mother ever take down their own daughter?

Aiolos was shaken form his thoughts by the loud crash that resonated in the hall, his focus returning to the door that threatened to become undone beneath the wrath of the creature trapped inside. He watched in silence as the students and the teacher worked to weave a barrier of fortification around the door. About to step forward and put a stop to their foolish antics, Aiolos halted when he heard rushing steps echo down the hall.

Watching the woman dressed in white and brown rushing towards the scene. Opting to stay put for now Aiolos waited, and was glad for it too since another set of steps rushed towards. Watching an elderly man rushing towards the scene, Aiolos narrowed his eyes and slid closer to the corner. This man radiated plenty of magic, and judging from his high age, he knew well how to wield it, and Aiolos was not looking forward to clashing with him.

As the male stepped past Aiolos moved swiftly. Fishing out a small silver item from his pocket, one that looked like a scarab, and planted it onto the back of the wizards robes, a small pre-emptive act. That taken care of Aiolos stepped back against the wall and murmured softly under his breath, re-enforcing the protective spells woven into his clothing, adding new layers of protecting around himself, finishing off before he was surrounded by the remaining students.

Watching the nervous and frightened faces, Aiolos couldn't help but to grin, things were being made awfully easy for him today. Lifting his left hand, extending it before himself with the palm facing up, fingers curled in slightly. Quietly murmuring Aiolos gathered up his magic, ignoring the few students who stood near enough to hear him, for they were beneath the necessity of being taken notice of.

With his chant finished, magic now twisting and turning upon the palm of his hand in a perfect sphere, Aiolos stepped forward, brushing aside the students and dropping his concealment charm. Before any of teh students could properly re-act Aiolos flexed his left hand and the orb flashed, and here the light reached, all were trapped in stasis, all but the caster who walked out of the field of effect, holding the blue sphere firmly in his hand.

Before Albus could send off a third there was laughter coming from behind them. Quickly the three turned, only to be shocked at what they saw. There was Aiolos steadily approaching them, his right hand help up slightly, and on the palm of that gauntlet-covered hand was a blue, glowing sphere. Looking behind the approaching figure all three of them could see that the students were trapped, paralyzed, within a blue sphere of their own. All within the sphere stood eerily still, some looking shocked, and some about to turn. Among them Hermione looked like she was trying to call-out to the staff at hand.

Prior to his laughter Aiolos had poured his magic through the scarab clinging to the wizards clothing, using it to channel the spell it stored, a minor illusion to leave the victim unable to really do anything, even though afterwards they would swear having done everything to stop the caster.

”Do not move a muscle, or you'll have a fun time ahead of yourselves trying to explain what happened to your precious students.” Aiolos drawled in a cold, yet amused tone of voice while approaching still.

”Do not think for a second that you are going to do anything, so I suggest you let the students go and leave.” Albus said calmly, his wand pointed at the stranger.

”I think nothing, I know I will just march on past you to take what is mine from this miserable excuse of a school.” The figure laughed icily while moving his arm to hold the orb between himself and the three members of staff.

”Either pass, or see what happens when an unmatured core is filled beyond it's capacity.” The figure snarled, rather beastly at that.

It was Dumbledore that tossed the first spell, only to watch it veer off from it's target and smack straight onto the orb, which flashed once, the glow of it growing brighter for a moment. The figure cackled again, his approach steady, and by the time he got to the teachers, they stepped aside, but held their wands trained on the figure.

”Who are you and exactly what do you want with Mister Potter.” Albus grit from between his teeth, fully abandoning his grandfatherly demeanor now.

”None of what you wish to know are of any concern of yours. You'll find the paperwork perfectly in order by tomorrow.” The figure shot back, without even looking behind himself.

Standing at the edge of the doorway leading into, what looked like, Hell on earth, the figure moved his arm and flicked his wrist, sending the orb in his hands flying backwards.

”Catch...” Aiolos chuckled, flicking the sphere back and letting it sail through the air.

Flitwick attempted to cast a spell on the orb to levitate it safely over, but like before the spell was absorbed by the sphere itself, leaving only Pomfrey to run and try and catch the thing. For Albus was locked staring at the figure that walked into the flames, too taken aback to even cast a fast spell at the intruders back when the orb was flung off from his hold.

Pomfrey managed to get ahead of the orb and braced her arms to catch the object, but the moment it touched her fingertips, her eyes widened. The orb slid along through the Matron's flesh without hindrance and kept on going right on through the woman without any kind of resistance and when it got through entirely it sailed down to the floor and shattered, effectively ending the spell and releasing the students.

The flames licked along the white boots, caught the edges of the pant-leg, tugged and pulled, but unable to burn it. Blue flames erupted from the figures clothing, the unusual flames that raged within the class-room attempting to undo the magic that held the clothing intact, and protected their wearer from them.Further into the fiery inferno Aiolos walked, his robes pillowing and whipping about by the time he was fully in the room. Turning around to face the door, arms extended to his sides, in a cocky show of defiance.

Moving his arms in a casual motion Aiolos forced the doors to shut and lock down tight. Aiolos knew that he needed no more than that to keep the people out, he'd seen the effect of this raw power contained within this room to know that he had enough time to operate.

Turning to boy on the middle of the room, one that was now standing slouched, breathing heavily with it's wings slowly taking shape.

”Hush now my child, breathe easy, for I wish no harm upon you.” The figure said, arms extended out again, waist bending to bring the male in white to a bow, awaiting to be tested for his words.

Harry watched in silence as this stranger walked right into his personal hell on earth, mesmerized by the lack of any harm from the blazing inferno. He watched on as the male took a bow, leaving himself wide open for him.

There was something about this man in white, something that brought forth feelings of anger and frustration, but they weren't his, they were older, from someone else, yet he reacted to them, the flames flaring as his power surged, his wings twitching in irritation.

”Who?....what?.....” Harry grit from between his teeth, unable to bring himself to say more while trying to keep himself from shrieking out loud from the way his insides felt.

”Aiolos Eldrich, Mother of the one who has put you through this, as for the what..:” Aiolos said while standing up straight, keeping himself poised in a way as not to appear threatening.

”I am here to help you, and to take you away from those who would exploit you for monetary gain or fame.” Aiolos resume, daring to take a step forward, cringing a little at the sound of the hot stone sizzling against the bottom of his boot.

”Funny that you should show up and say that...” Harry growled, but the voice that came from his lips wasn't his at all, it held a mroe feminine edge, and a lot of sharp hissing, and as he spoke his wings poised, quivering a little as the flesh formed over bone, muscle and sinew.

”You would say that Thena, wouldn't you? Let the boy go, you've caused plenty of harm to bring shame to our kind to last a million years.” Aiolos drawled, not in the least bit bothered by this turn of events, even as he was slightly irritated that his was how his daughter had managed the adoption, with magic most foul.

”Let the boy go?...I don't think so. He has so much power...so MUCH potential, and I will bring the world to it's knees...I will bring YOU to your knees you degrading piece of filth!” Harry snarled and with a flick of his hand the flames surged, washing over Aiolos.

Aiolos, however, didn't even flinch as the flames surged, he let them wash over, even though he knew they ate away at his magic and enchantments, but he rather loose them than be unprepared for what came next. As the flames vanished from his sight, he was face to face with the madly grinning boy whos eyes glowed bright like the sun.

There was a brief rush of something moving and Aiolos found himself without a mask, said item flying off of his face only to be devoured by the flames in an instant.

Behind the mask was revealed a face, but not a normal one, this one slightly narrowed than a humans, a sharp jaw that had no hair growing on it, instead scales of varying sized decorated the jaw following along the line of it all the way to the base of a pointy ear. The brows were a neat row of black scales with small ridges , the same kind that ran along the underside of the mans eyes before arching down from the corner of the eye to run along the cheekbones.

Lastly were the eyes that were shaped like almonds, blue in color with slitted irises, and likes Harry's his glowed unnaturally as well, both of their eyes flashing when their gazes locked.

”Stupid girl, no matter how much power you pack into your gaze, it will never harm me, little alone kill me.” Aiolos hissed dangerously, although the hissing resumed well after his lips had closed shut.

”No, but I can kill you with other means.” Harry snarled right back, still channeling this Thena persona, whoever that was.

With a tug and pull of his muscles Harry moved his quivering wings until they were aligned just right and brought them down like spears. Feeling the sharp tips of his wing bones pierce through the clothing and sink into the flesh beneath. The right one getting stuck between ribs, while the other sank to the side, causing Aiolos to snarl in pain, but still he held his gaze.

”You lost mother, you know as well as I do that this spell cannot be undone....” Harry crooned in a hiss, tiptoeing to bring his lips by Aiolos'jaw.

”No, but I can help him win..:” Aiolos snarled through gritted teeth just as he let go of the wing at his ribs and brought his hand onto Harry's head, gripping tight before pouring the remainders of his magical reserve into the boy.

Harry laid in darkness, he could see nothing, but he could feel pressure all around him, squeezing him firmly in place. He heard nothing, he smelled nothing, but he could hear a woman's voice telling him that everything was alright and that he had nothing to worry about, all would be well, and he believed the voice, after all, he wasn't in pain anymore.

This went on for a while, Harry did not know how long, nor did it really matter for he was content where he was, until something changed.

At first it was a single dot of light in the darkness, one that slowly grew brighter until he felt blinded by it, yet he couldn't blink to shield his eyes. Then another voice spoke out, this time a male, slowly but surely growing louder.

This new voice kept telling him to fight it, to grab on and fight to reclaim himself. At first Harry couldn't figure out why he needed to fight, he wasn't in danger, yet the longer things went on and the quieter the new voice became, the more logical the mans arguments became.

Before the light could die out completely Harry reached out for it with the last of his will. The moment he did so Harry felt a surge of power surging through his entire being. Light replaced the darkness and he could once more feel the world around him, not just the darkness blanketing him.

Back in the material world Aiolos and Harry stood deadly still, a battle of will and power taking place amidst the dancing flames, and for a moment it looked like Aiolos was loosing this battle, but at the last moment Harry seemed to realize his predicament. Suddenly Harry's body began to shake violently, his eyes loosing their glow and snake-like appearance and the flames began to die out slowly.

After a while of holding the boy upright Aiolos watched as green mist began to ooze out of the boy, from every orifice and pore, slowly taking shape floating above the boy.

There manifested the spirit of the Basilisk, one that looked mighty irritated at being bested by a twelve year old. However before the ethreal being could do anything, the flickering flames rushed in on the being, clinging to it and hastily burning the essence.

”Infectum reddo essentia.....” Aiolos breathed out wearily and moved his right hand to point at the spectral being, after having secured Harry upright with his left arm.

From his palm purple energy slithered out, traveling quickly to the writhing serpent and the flames, beginning to circle around them until a solid sphere was formed around them. Once whole the sphere began to shrink and solidify until it was barely the size of a golf ball before it levitated back to Aiolos'palm.

Hastily pocketing the orbs Aiolos fished out another item from his pocket, all the while holding the barely conscious boy against his form. When he withdrew his right hand from his pocket the door was opened once more.

Straightening himself fully, shifting the boy so he had his left arm crossed over Harry's thighs, effectively seating the male on his arm while keeping his back firmly facing towards the door. There stood McGonagall, Snape in addition to Pomfrey and Dumbledore, all holding their wands pointed forward.

”Must we really do this song and dance, I have urgent matters to attend to.” Aiolos drawled coldly, meanwhile his eyes took in the disheveled condition in which Harry was in, the boy seemed to be alright, even as his skin was flakin off.

”Put the boy down and surrender yourself and this will all be over faster.” Albus said from the door, testing the stone with the tip of his boot, frowning slightly as it melted against the stone.

”Not going to happen, now excuse me.” Aiolos said slightly absentmindedly, for his mind was busy with taking note of the boy and formulating ideas on how to leave this place.

While the people behind him babbled on Aiolos finally came-up with an idea. The stone walls were hot, some actually looking partially melted, so with a plan in mind a grin tugged at the corners of Aiolos'lips, revealing behind sharp, pearly-white teeth.

With a flick of his wrist, accompanied by an aloud spoken spell to conjure up a torrent of water to rush towards the doorway, but aimed lower to hit the stones first. The moment the cool water hit the hot stones it evaporated with a loud hiss. The steam that followed rushed along, dragged by the air-flow of the rushing water.

Using this momentary distraction to his advantage Aiolos dashed forward and flicked his right hand again, using a Bombarda to blast wider the window while the others were still distracted by scalding steam and flooding water.

A couple of steps away from the blown-out window there was someone talking in parseltongue and Aiolos dove to the right just as a spell whizzed past, barely missing him. The sudden dive, combined with the fresh wounds at his sides had Aiolos smacking his shoulder right onto the wall.

The force and momentary stab of pain had Aiolos let go of Harry, who went with the momentum tumbling out of the hole. Aiolos'eyes blew wide in horror as he felt the boy slip from his grasp. Without a moments hesitation Aiolos dove right in after the falling boy, making himself as narrow as possible to catch upto the boy.

The wind howled in his ears, it made his clothing whip at his body painfully, but it paid off when he caught-up with the falling boy, one who seemed to have surrendered to unconsciousness at the moment of falling. Quickly pulling Harry to him Aiolos reached up to his neck and tugged off the chain that hung there.

Pulling the amulet from under his clothing Aiolos closed his eyes and focused, drawing all the remaining magic he had to spare to force the portkey to work. Closer and closer the ground got and the portkey refused to operate. A mere yard away from smacking to the ground below Aiolos heard a sharp crack and the swirl of magic around them before they were tugged away.

Unlike normally when one would travel via portkey, Aiolos felt them tumbling through the network of traveling routes, aimlessly bouncing about for a while until finally the world came to focus, revealing endless dunes of sand for them to see before they smacked onto the side of a dune, tumbling down it with Aiolos clinging to the boy's limp form, supporting it to keep him from getting seriously injured.

Once they stopped tumbling at the foot of the dune Aiolos remained on his back, panting heavily until someone spoke in parseltongue again. Carefully getting up to a sitting position, carefully sliding Harry over to lay flat on his back on the sand.

”Sorry boys, didn't mean to hit my head quite that often.” Aiolos crooned affectionately while his hands worked to undo his robe.

Removing it revealed the white dress-shirt worn beneath as well as revealed the gauntlet fully, revealing the wand still set in it's place, apparently channeling magic into the gauntlet for Aiolos to use. Most disturbingly of all was the top of the mans head. Where hair should be there were snakes, several black snaked of varying length, most brushing by the waist when they straightened out, although most of them were coiled up and hissing angrily.

”Be quiet now, we have more pressing matters to attend to.” Aiolos scolded his hair as he knelt by Harry and fished some items from his pockets, setting aside some food and water, it'd be a while before they could leave here.

While he waited for Harry to wake-up Aiolos tended to his wounds, cursing at his own carelessness that caused the mess-up of such a simple task.
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