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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-Two:

Scorpius raced through the forest, his wings tucked behind him as he ducked through the foliage and the branches as though the hounds of hell were at his heels.

They may as well have been.

"Scorpius when I get to you, I'll freeze your bones to ice!"

Bek's outraged howl filled the forest and the young healer cringed, green eyes warily scanning the trees above as though the girl would be there, ready to descend on him. Bek was going to slaughter him for forcing a gap through her defences and darting into the forest. Her rage at being thwarted by him far outweighed her concern for those in the Healing Room.

His lungs began to burn as he made his way through a forest lighted only by the rising sunrise. He had expected the sounds of battle to reach his ears by now, but the forest was silent. Deathly quiet as though soldiers had not ventured into it that very morning to fight with the Drohken in the hopes that they would push them back, deter them from advancing again.

He heard only the gasping sound of his breath as he forced it into his bursting lungs, his magic the only thing which pushed his legs forward. That is, until he ran into somebody else.

A Drohken.

Scorpius' breath froze in his throat as he stared at the other boy. The Drohkens were a tribe who had broken from his people long ago. They spent their lives in the air, giving their skin a deep brown colour. This boy's hair was cropped to his chin, a deep mahogany brown against the darker shade of his face. His black eyes were wide and his black wings fluttered briefly. His eyes darted to Scorpius' wings, to his pale skin and hair and then to his acid-green eyes before a frown marked his brow, making him look younger.

Slowly, so very slowly, the Drohken brought a single finger to his lips. Hush; before sliding backwards between the twining trees and disappearing from sight.

Scorpius expelled a puff of air, his legs quaking as he ran a hand over his chest, as though making certain he was still alive. He shook his head in confusion, blinking the sight of the darker man from his mind when he was suddenly tackled to the ground.

"You bastard!"

Scorpius shrieked as Bek sent a blast of magic through his chest, scorching his skin. He threw her off with a grunt, lip drawn back in a snarl. "Language, Bek, dear. Swearing is for the uneducated."

Bek launched herself at him with a harpy-like shriek, but was knocked aside when Seanchaí rushed from the side and gripped her around the waist.

"Calm," he hissed, breathing the word against her ear. Bek stilled in his grasp, her shoulders slumping as the Elder forced a false sense of peace over her senses. Usually, she could easily shake it off, but she allowed the magic to relax her. As much as he deserved it, she did not want to seriously damage Scorpius.

"What are you doing here?"

Scorpius winced as Albus strode from the forest and pointed an accusing finger at the taller blonde. "You should be at the Complex!"

"How did you know I was here?" Scorpius felt his lip push out in a pout. He hated when Albus was mad with him, above all others. Albus was his closest friend.

Albus narrowed his eyes and growled. "I had a vision that you were running through here like your bloody life depended on it, you nuisance! I thought the Drohken were after you!" He sighed as he saw the younger boy flinch and round his shoulders defensively. "You were meant to stay with the healers, Score. You're safe there."

The blonde's gaze grew heated. "How come I have to stay put?" he snarled, "how come everyone can fight but me?" Albus poked him into the chest, hard. "'Cause you're precious to us as a Healer! We can't lose you!" He stopped as his gaze caught something in the dirt and he bent to swipe at the ground. A departing Mark.

"Someone has died here, we need to move. We can't fight here."

It was at that moment that Harry raced into the group, pausing with a startled look as though he had not expected to see them. He slowed, a smile stretching his face slowly, a face that was wrinkled, even though his eyes sparkled.

"We've done it!" he announced, "we pushed them back, they're retreating!"

Albus gaped at his father, mouth slack. "Does this mean the end of the war is in sight?" he cried, his eyes brightening as if he did not dare hope. When his father gave a swift nod, he leaped up, a cry of "yes!" on his lips. Seanchaí gave a short laugh and pulled him into an embrace. From the corner of his eye, much to his surprise he saw a relieved Scorpius tug Bek in for a kiss, grinning when the red head spluttered at the unexpected reaction.

Seanchaí chuckled suddenly, his gaze locking with his mates. "Albus," he whispered, eyes roving over the smiling group, "your vision."

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Draco surveyed the clearing, stretching his back as he took in the disintegrating bodies and the men who gathered the fallen weapons. The Drohken had raced away, what few of them remained, when they had realised their cause was lost. This was it, the break they had been waiting for. With this, they could push the disgusting people back further, reclaim their land. They could win this.

He turned to where Bród stood, a smile on his face when a short spear was thrown at him from behind, piercing his side. A scream of pain left his lips as he dropped to his knees, the sudden burst of agony spreading like wildfire and forcing the energy from his hands. He gasped as gentle hands pulled the weapon from his body and turned him on his back.

Bród's face stared down at him, panicked and weeping and though his mouth opened, no words reached Draco's ears. He glanced into the trees, seeing only the snarling face of an older Drohken before the beast withdrew, vanished.

The pain in his side was a constant burning, blacking his mind until all he could recall were patches, distant blurs of greens as the forests moved past him. The startling white of the healing room woke him for seconds before he dipped back into the darkness. As his eyes fluttered shut, he saw his son staring down at him, tears staining his slender face as he yelled. But no noise came out.

He heard nothing but the distant buzz of his own thoughts, a comforting familiar. As he dropped away from everyone he loved, he swore his final thought was of the Weasel, freckled face sneering as he exclaimed: "Of course, we'd get Malfoy."
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