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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Twenty:

One Year Later:

Lily stalked her daughter, watching from a window as the younger red head threw herself onto the grass of their garden, uncaring of the leaves that now littered her waist-length mane. As she watched, Bek's green eyes opened to lock with the identical eyes of her mother. Lazily, she lifted a hand to wave. Lily smiled back, her lips tugging up despite her heavy heart.

She glanced up as Geal called her back, his smile happy as he glanced around their new home in the Eolas Complex, close to the Sábh Complex where the rest of her family lived. She could visit Albus and Jamie daily. She sighed as Geal wrapped strong arms around her from behind. "Our daughter worries me."

Geal chuckeld deep in his chest, his golden wings wrapping around them both until they were locked away from view. "She worries everyone. She would not be Bek if she did not. You will not tame her, Lily, do not try."

Lily growled in frustration. "She's going to get herself killed, she's reckless!"

"As are you," Geal whispered, drawing a huff of annoyance from the female. "Let her be, Lily. She's still a child, she will calm in time. She no longer hurts Scorpius."

"Only because he scarred her a second time. Bek is a born fighter, a warrior. That Score has managed to get past her twice is a blow to her ego. She resents him." Geal nodded slowly. "Resents, yes," he said, "but also respects. No other will sway her attentions as young Scorpius has. He will be a fine mate."

Lily grinned up at the man, tilting her head back. "Marrying our daughter off already?" Geal smiled, though his eyes were grim. "I pray only that she grows old enough to marry."

Lily sombre at the statement, her mouth drawing a grim line. "Is there no way around it then? Is war coming?"

Geal growled as he drew his wings back, stepping away from his mate. "The Drohkens will not listen to reason. They claim their need for this land is more vital, for their population grows more alarmingly. Though our ancestors have lived on this patch for millennia, they wish us to move further East, where there is sparse land for building and more forests. The leaders and the Elders of our people will not be moved. We cannot move."

Lily placed a soothing hand on the man's arms, hushing softly as he grew tense, frightened. "We are not going anywhere, love. This is our home. Father and Seanchaí will find a compromise, they are rational and fair."

Geal glanced up as Bek made her way into the room, her blank features telling them that she had overheard. She stared at her father as he rocked Lily slowly, her green eyes glowing in a way that was not humanly possible.

In the past year she had grown in height and stood eye-level with her mother. Her limbs, though slender, were defined and her stance was ultimately defensive. Bek would never be pretty. In the way of the sunrise, or the mountaintops, or the towering trees, she was glorious. A perfect creation of nature.

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Scorpius strode into the weapons hall of the Sábh Complex, only to duck as a small dagger was launched his way. He gaped, open-mouthed, at the attacker.

"What have I told you about entering this room without alerting the occupants first?" Draco growled as he advanced on his son, eyes resting only slightly downwards to meet the stretching form of the younger Malfoy. Scorpius growled back, his red wings pulling down as he was reprimanded. "Next time you do something so foolish I'll aim for your nose!"

"Draco!"

"What?" Draco whirled on Bród who glared at him before shooing Scorpius further into the hall, "don't be so hard on him! He's still a child." Draco sneered lightly before he sighed, reaching up to touch Bród's neck in apology. "I am sorry, love. I'm only tense."

Bród's glare lessened and his wings drooped. "I know," he sighed, "I wish Seanchaí, Harry and Céad to return safely as well. I wish there wasn't the possibility of war. I wish everything was perfect, but if we attack one another now it will not help us. Regardless of the answer, we must remain prepared."

The trio left the Hall to return home, stopping only to speak with Ciúin and Láíd at the Centre. Soineann sat on his Mawha's hip, his blue hair sliding over his golden eyes as he reached forward a chubby hand to grasp Scorpius' braid. Draco merely smirked as his son yelped, attempting to free his hair from the baby's clutches.

"How are you Ciúín, have you settled since the move?" Bród's voice was soft. Ciúin huffed a breath out as he tugged his child closer to his hip, pulling the baby's fist away from Scorpius' hair. He grinned at the couple. "Never better! Soineann here keeps me constantly busy. He never seems to sleep anymore."

Láid tweaked one of his son's small white wings affectionately, resulting in a squeal of protest. "He's just releasing the pent up energy he couldn't release inside of you," he teased, ruffling Scorpius' hair and causing another shriek of outrage. Draco grinned at the sight of his grumbling son, so much like himself. The boy was a near carbon copy of a Malfoy, though Draco feared he would have the intimidating height of Lucius.

His son's white-blonde hair hung to his backside, a nuisance when the boy insisted it be perfectly groomed before he left the house. Despite his need for perfect appearance, Scorpius was very much like the grandfather he would never know. He had a way of peering down his nose that caused even Bród to back down.

The groups conversation was interrupted by shouts, chaos as people began running to the Entrance. With a cautious look to Bród and a growl at Scorpius to stay put, Draco took off, forcing his way between the taller people to the outside. By the furthest Complex were three kneeling figures and a quickly-forming crowd.

Draco snarled at them to back away, his gaze locking with the solemn looks of the five Leaders of their village, all of whom looked weary and bruised. They had not left the Drohken territory peacefully. Draco's gaze fell to the three figures on the floor and his breath left him.

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Harry groaned as Céad's weight fell against him more, nearly causing him to stumble. The Elder's arm was wrapped around his neck, his other side held up by a tense Seanchaí. The Leaders followed them from behind, weapons drawn should they be attacked once more.

The wizard breathed a sigh of relief as they neared one of the Complex's, before dropping to his knees, exhausted. Seanchaí fell beside him, his wings drawn back tight to allow the air to his face. Céád drooped between them, before landing on his back, his pale eyes fluttering as he stared blindly up at the violet sky.

Seanchaí leaned over his friend, his mentor, one hand pressed to the gaping wound on the Elder's side, leaking blood. His powder-blue eyes clouded suddenly. "There's nothing I can do for you except take away the pain, Céád. Forgive me."

Céad didn't respond, too far gone to hear the words of his ally. Seanchaí closed his eyes in grief as the Elder's heart began to falter beneath his fingertips. The pale-haired man's chest rose one final time, before his breath left him in a faint sigh and his eyes glazed over, gone. Céad was gone. Murdered by the Drohkens.

Harry felt tears gather in his eyes and he looked up, green gaze locking with the stunned features of Draco Malfoy.

"Alert the village, Draco," he whispered, "The Drohkens would not listen to reason. War is inevitable."

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A/N: Soineann: meaning Innocence [sin-enn]

Drohkens: Created from the Irish word Drohc, meaning Bad [dr-uh-kens]
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