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Taken	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Twenty:

Fluer stretched her white wings behind her as she landed, her blonde hair settling around her waist as her feet tipped along the cliff edge where her parent's home rested. It was a small house, built of brown brick and surrounded by trees of evergreen. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm yellow glow over the scene and over the Veela.

Her smile bright, Fluer pushed open the door to the house, the place that had once been her home. It wasn't until that moment that the scent hit her. A sickly sweet scent she'd never before come across in her life. It wrapped around her senses, burning her nose in a way that was foul, unpleasant, bad.

Her breath drawing in harsh little pants, Fluer rushed to the parlour room. The sight that greeted her made her wish she had not.

The bodies of her parents lay strewn across the wooden floors, their blood thick and permeating the air and weeks old. It was drying and morbidly dark, the smell choking her and forcing her to her knees. The scents of her parents were faint beneath the gore, all but wiped clear. But there was a body missing.

Ignoring her rising nausea, Fluer raced past the forms that had once been her parents, her mind set on finding him. She needed to find him. She needed to make sure he had not been slaughtered. She needed to keep him safe.

When her search became endless and her attempts to capture her brother's scent were fouled by the smell of decay and death, Fluer felt her blood boil. Fire raced through her veins and her nails became talons, stretching from her fingers painfully. Her wings snapped outwards and she tilted her head back and shrieked; one long, tormented, agonizing sound.

"Gabriel!"

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"Ron?"

Harry gasped in the near darkness, his green eyes pinned on the man before him, the man who he had been sure he would not see again before his death. The scent of Heat surrounded them both, causing Harry's stomach to rebel instinctively, his heart thudding painfully in his chest.

Ron seemed to be warring with himself, too long without a possible mate to bring himself to embrace his friend. Harry was mated, his scent was pungent, clear, a repellent to Ron and yet, still agonizingly sweet. Ron felt a sob break in his throat, his eyes brimming suddenly with tears.

His entire being hurt, everything was changing and he desired nothing more than to pounce on Harry, anything to relieve the frustrating Heat. The smaller boy stared at him, his green eyes wide with happiness and hope, despite the situation. Harry had always been too innocent for his own good.

And he didn't deserve to be forced into anything.

Ron threw himself away from his friend, curling into a corner and keening softly.

"Don't you dare come over here Harry." The redhead growled as Harry made to stand, his face a mask of sympathy. He winced as a spike of Heat raced through him, forcing a snarl from his lips. "Talk later... Go sleep."

Harry settled down slowly, his wide gaze never leaving his childhood friend as he placed a protective hand over his abdomen. His skin was cold and his hands quivering. How could he be fool enough to fall asleep on the beach? How could he be fool enough to think Draco would come back and find him there and all would be well? Draco would never come back for him.

Harry's eyes darted up to see the shivering form of Ron pull itself into a tighter ball, his auburn rich hair falling over his body. But Ron was alive... Ron was safe. Whatever happened now, he and Ron would go through it together.

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"This is the last bloody time we cater to your whims, Draco, go find your little consort so that we can leave. Hermione will not wait for us forever and I'm not entirely sure leaving Luna and Blaise in charge on the ship was the best idea..."

Lucius cast a worried glance over his shoulder at his ship in the distance, eyes narrowing as the slim, pale figure of Luna waved back at him happily.

Severus snorted as he tipped a plant out of their way with his boot. "Didn't I tell you that you'd regret buying her? Having a witch aboard will do us no favours." Lucius shrugged casually. "She's a simple child who likes playing with potions and has the occasionally... bout of insanity. I see no harm in her."

Draco turned a deaf ear on his guardian's bickering, instead turning his silver eyes to the forest of the island, the forest he had travelled through to leave Harry, what seemed a lifetime ago. He strode through the greenery, picking his path from the trampled undergrowth and sandy trails that suggested it had been walked through recently. He had been a fool to think he could merely leave Harry behind.

When had Draco Malfoy ever given up anything that he considered his own? He growled as he hurried his pace. Harry was his. Harry had always been his and Harry needed him. He could feel it, as though the boy was whispering in his ear even now. He should have never abandoned him.

The beach, when the trio came upon it, was empty. There was no creature or being in sight, only the expanse of white sand as the sun set in the distance, casting a purple hue over the water. Draco felt a thrill of panic race through him. How was he supposed to get to Harry? How would he know where to travel underwater?

His musings were cut short as the blonde heard a hiss to his left, seconds before he was thrown off his feet as a body barrelled into him. The creature held him face down in the sand, it's chestnut brown hair the only thing Draco could see. "What have you done with Harry?"

The question was hissed, fiercely violent and Draco felt something sharp pierce his back slightly. The pirate snarled and twisted, the shouts of Severus and his father halted by a growl from the unseen creature. "Let go of me! I've come to get Harry back and you won't stop me!"

The attacker froze suddenly, before bending down and inhaling deeply.

He was up and pulling Draco with him so suddenly the blonde's head spun, his vision distorted. As it cleared, Draco saw brown eyes decorated with a mask of brown scales glaring back at him. The Allura paced around the blonde slowly, his hard gaze flicking to the other men in warning.

"You are Harry's mate."

The statement was unexpected, but caused the tension to leave Draco's shoulders. "Yes," the pirate breathed, his silver eyes bright. The Allura nodded, his stance straightening to full height to where he all but towered over Draco. His span was impressive, his shoulders broad and his muscles the sleek hardness of a warrior. "I am his brother, Shota. Harry has gone missing."

Draco's shock at hearing that the two were related was outweighed by his sudden anxiety, his fear. "Again?" he whispered, disbelieving, "He can't have! They can't have taken him again!"

Shota's brown eyes were narrowed as Lucius and Severus advanced to stand behind Draco. "Harry has a knack for finding trouble," the brunette's tone was dry, but verging on panicked. With a tilt of his head, more men emerged from the surrounding trees, their flared fins and unique scales giving evidence to their inhumanity. "We have been searching the island all day, he is no longer here. The only scents we have noticed was of filth, sex and serpents."

A smaller male stood by Shota's side, his dark hair and hazel eyes familiar to Draco. "You're his uncle... James. Why did he come up here again?" James frowned at being addressed, the scattering of scales across the bridge of his nose wrinkling. "He came when he was told to stay put. Now rather than try and point blame can you help us?"

Severus watched the smaller man with a narrowed gaze, his tongue running over his teeth in thought. "The only ship aside from ours that was aware of your presence was Riddle's. I'd safely assume that madman has the boy."

Lucius' lip drew back in a snarl identical to the one now painting his son's face. "We must get him back then."

Shota glanced back at the other men before nodding and turning to look Draco in the eye. "James and I will travel with you. With Harry safe we can concentrate our search for Ron. We will help you in any way you see fit."

Lucius was about to decline, before Severus' dark voice cut him off, the pirate's dark gaze pinned on James as the Allura stared back at him, hazel eyes narrowed.

"Alright."
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