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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Look at me, all posting on time and shit! What’s going on?! Well, the meds are working, so I should be able to get back to posting more often than once a week once things in my life quiet down a bit more. So look forward to that. In the meantime…

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Harry sighed, leaning against Lucius heavily as they trudged back toward the castle.

The Fae royals were set to arrive the following day, so the four Faurae had been put through their paces quite rigorously, and all four of them were drained.

Harry was also damp, having been working with flash-boiling, which created a lot of steam. But he was getting better. He could boil the equivalent amount of fluid that was found in an adult’s body in two minutes now. It wasn’t quite flash-boiling, but it was progress.

Lucius walked with Harry up to Gryffindor Tower, both too tired to really converse. When they got to the portrait hole, Lucius leaned in and kissed Harry’s forehead, right over the faded scar. “Sleep well, Harry.” He murmured.

Harry hummed and nodded. “You too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lucius smiled. “See you then.” He said before leaving.

Harry took a deep breath, gave the password to the Fat Lady, and went in to head to bed.

*****

Lucius left the classroom and blinked in shock to find Harry waiting for him, smiling brightly. “Shouldn’t you just be getting out of class?” He asked, locking the Defence classroom behind himself.

Harry shrugged. “Flitwick let us out early. Everyone had mastered the lesson, so he decided we could head to lunch ten minutes early.”

Lucius’ lips twitched. “So you came to find me?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I missed you.” He explained.

“I see. Well, let’s get to lunch, then.” He said, holding out his arm for Harry.

Harry smiled and took his arm. “So,” He said as they headed toward the Great Hall, “what do you think the Fae royals will be like?”

“I’m not sure,” Lucius began. “Though, I imagine they—or, more accurately, she—will be somewhat more formal than you are. It may take some time for her to feel comfortable with you.” He told the dark-haired teen with a smile.

Harry grinned. “I’m not as stuffy as royalty, but I find that to be a positive, overall.” He confirmed.

Lucius chuckled. “Indeed. Don’t be too surprised if it takes her some time to open up to you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against her.” Harry said lightly. “I’m actually a bit more worried that all this is a case of mistaken identity, and she’s come all this way for nothing.”

“If that’s the case, I’m sure she’ll take it in stride.” Lucius allowed. “But Tyrell seemed pretty convinced that your markings denote royalty. We’ll see.” He said calmly.

Harry smiled as they came into the Great Hall. “Yeah, we will. I’ll see you after dinner.” He said, then headed to his table while Lucius walked up to take his seat at the Head Table.

*****

Harry and Draco were practically vibrating with anticipation as the group of Faurae headed to meet Kilton. Severus and Lucius kept their annoyance leashed, since it was inevitable that their first time meeting royalty, they’d be excitable.

Kilton smiled when he saw Harry. “She’s here!” He announced. “She’s meeting with Matriona right now, but they’re just chatting at this point, all the important stuff has already been discussed.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Alright, I’m ready.” He said.

Lucius took his hand. “You’ll be with me.” He assured the teen.

Kilton blinked and bit his lip. “Uh, yeah, about that…”

Harry and Lucius looked at him questioningly.

“She’s already told me that she wants to speak to Harry, um, privately if he’s of her bloodline. Something about bloodline secrets the Fae royalty have.” Kilton said worriedly.

Harry licked his lips, then nodded. “I can do that, it’ll be fine.” He said.

Kilton opened the portal and they all went through, Harry and Draco spreading their wings and stretching them.

There was a Fae standing near where they came out, and he looked at Draco, then seemed to dismiss him, turning his gaze to Harry. His eyes widened and he broke the gaze, bowing his head to the brunet.

Kilton cleared his throat. “By the way, Harry?”

Harry looked at him.

“Um, I took the liberty of looking, since the Queen was here, and all, and, uh… Your markings definitely matched hers.” Kilton explained.

“Oh.” Harry nodded. “So I am part of the royal line.” He guessed.

“I’m afraid so.” Kilton confirmed.

Harry shrugged. “Well, take me to her, I guess.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A female voice said from somewhere above Harry.

Harry looked up to see a woman that looked about thirty-something above him, lazily flapping her wings. She had auburn hair that was long and curly, and her eyes were a bright and vibrant blue. Her wings were a few shades closer to red than her hair was, but the markings matched her bright blue eyes.

“Matriona and I have finished our talk, so I came out here to get a look at the Faurae without them bowing and scraping to me. Hello.” She landed next to Harry lightly, looking him over. “You’re the one they told me about. We’ll talk in a few.” She looked at Draco and them her gaze slid to Severus. “A handsome pair.” She murmured, then smiled at them. “Your bond is particularly strong; that’s good to see.” She looked Lucius over, then hummed and leaned in close to him. “Be good to him.” She said firmly, then turned to face Harry. “So, you are definitely my kin.” She said, trailing her gaze over Harry’s wing markings, which were identical to hers. “Interesting. We had no idea what would happen if a royal created a Faurae. Well, now we know; the marks breed true.” She said simply.

Harry flushed. “Er, hello… What should I call you?”

The Queen giggled. “Oh, right, silly me! Tatyana the second, though I usually go by Her Majesty, or, for family, Ana.” She said lightly.

“Nice to meet you, Your Maje—“

“Ana, please.” She interrupted, taking his hand and shaking it. “We’re kin, after all. The rest of them can use the title,” She said, waving her hand toward the other three Faurae, “but I want at least one person here calling me by name. Formalities be damned.”

Harry blinked. “Ana, then. I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”

She grinned. “Come with me, Harry, I have some things you need to know, and there are a few things I need to check.”

Harry followed her toward a copse of trees, behind which there was a small clearing. A guard followed a few meters behind, giving them enough space to talk in private, but remaining within visual distance.

“Turn around, Wilkins, if you please.” She called out.

The guard spun on his heel so that he was facing away from them, standing at attention, keeping alert as he watched to ensure their privacy.

“Show me your teeth.” Ana said gently.

Harry opened his mouth, pulling back his lips, surprised at the odd request.

Ana giggled. “Call your fangs, silly boy.” She added.

Harry concentrated on letting his fangs out, thinking of how much he wanted to bite Lucius to get them to appear.

Ana hummed while reaching for one of his fangs, pressing her finger to the tip of it, as if to check for sharpness. She hissed a bit in pain, then Harry felt her finger pressing against his tongue. He gasped in shock at the honey-sweet taste flooding his mouth, and, as Ana smiled and nodded, he sealed his lips around the finger and sucked.

“We are blood-drinkers,” Ana said in a quiet voice. “The royal family imbibes blood from family members, sometimes members of the royal guard (only the highest-ranking officers, of course), and our mates, especially while pregnant. The first blood we usually drink is from our bearer, as we bite while nursing as our fangs come in.” She laughed as Harry’s eyes widened at that. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a little pinch, you’ll grow used to it quickly.” She told him. “But since you and your mate will both be Faurae, your children will have the traits from birth.”

Harry released her finger and asked, “Why do we drink blood?”

Ana cocked her head. “We borrow magic from those we’ve drunk from, when we need to. Drinking someone’s blood creates a bond between magic centres, and we can draw upon the magic of someone we’ve drunk from until that person dies, should we need extra. As a matter of fact, since you don’t have a royal guard at your disposal, you should probably explain this fact to your Faurae friends, and drink from each of them, so you can have reserves in case you ever need protection.” She added thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Don’t worry.” She added with a small smile. “Giving blood causes a pleasure response in the donor; it won’t hurt them.”

“Alright.” Harry said slowly.

“Also, when you’re pregnant, one of the early signs you’ll notice will be an increased craving for your mate’s blood. You drink more while pregnant so that you may more easily draw upon their magic to help along the baby’s development. A baby causes a strong draw on the parents’ magic, a royal baby more so than most, since we have several extra abilities, or abilities we all possess that are extra-strong in royals.” She explained.

Harry blinked.

Ana smiled. “All will be explained.” She said lightly, patting Harry’s cheek.

“Right.” Harry agreed warily.

“One of the best things about being a Fae is the affinity we have with unicorns. As a royal, you’ll be able to create a strong bond with a unicorn and its family.” She told him. “Now, most Fae and Faurae can approach a unicorn, but only royalty can bond with one. You can only bond with a foal while you’re a virgin—you are a virgin, right?”

Harry nodded.

Ana smiled. “Good. There’s a strong physical attraction between you and the older blond you came in with, but be sure you want him for good before you do anything with him, because the emotions that come along with losing one’s virginity are so messy. They can really muck things up if you’re not sure.” She said dismissively. “Anyway, virgins can approach foals as well as adults, but most likely the foal will approach you. Only males can approach stallions, but a bearer such as you will also be able to approach a mare, but only while you’re pregnant. Of course, this only applies if you meet a foal that likes you whilst you are still a virgin, as only foals can bond with a Fae or Faurae. Royals generally are not allowed to mate until they’ve bonded with a unicorn. I’m not going to impose this restriction on you, but be aware that the ability is lost to you once you engage in penetrative sex.”

“I understand.” Harry said. “What are the drawbacks if I don’t bond to a unicorn family?” He asked.

“Well…” Ana tapped her finger against her lips a few times, thinking. “If you do bond with a unicorn and you are ever mortally wounded where they can get to you, they will give you their blood, willingly given, which can save your life; they may also give it for your mate or child, if they like them enough. It never kills them, as all you really need is a small mouthful. They’re very impressive as a mount, though far more skittish than a horse, but in a pinch, they can be ridden. If you’re bonded and get into danger where they can get to you whilst pregnant, they will protect you with their very life. They are very loyal and giving creatures, and someone who is unkind and possesses a meanness of spirit can never bond with one. Anyone who is unfit to bond with a unicorn in the royal family is also declared unfit to rule and is cast out of the family, and their wings are stripped from them. The ultimate disgrace.” She finished softly.

“Wow.” Harry said, wincing. “That’s a bit harsh.”

Ana shrugged. “Running an entire race is a tough and demanding job, and our family takes it very seriously. We are raised from birth to be kind, just, and firmly dedicated to a certain code of honour. It’s a matter of pride to the royal family that our members are all law-abiding, upstanding citizens of the Fae community. Since our markings are distinctive and don’t ever change, we are easily picked out in a crowd. We don’t have more than three children in my family per generation, to keep the line of rule pretty clear, but still, there are a lot of us. Most royals prefer not to have children at all and instead they just assist with keeping an eye on the ruler’s children. Which, in this case, would be mine. I have one son right now. Ias is fourteen years old, and he had to stay home because he is not making progress with his archery or finding a unicorn to bond with (although he still has a few years in which to do that), and he’s been writing me the most furious letters, let me tell you.” She giggled. “Ah, my son, the spitfire. I love the boy, but he is a handful.”

Harry nodded. “He sounds a lot like I remember Draco being at that age.” He said lightly.

“Draco is..?”

Harry smiled. “The younger blond that came here with me. He’s a bit spoiled, but he turned out okay, in the end.” He explained.

“Ah. I imagine Ias is probably a bit spoilt, too, but he’s usually very mild-mannered. He’s just vexed lately. Mostly with me. He’ll calm down once he improves his aim and finds a foal that likes him despite his impatience. He usually moves too fast for the poor, skittish dears to approach him.” Ana told Harry with a fond smile. “I was much the same way when I was younger, and I found one when I was sixteen years old. She died years ago, but her foals kept coming around me, and when they had foals of their own, they’d grow up seeing me. The foals that grow up knowing you will let you approach once they are grown, and you will continue to have a bond with the family of unicorns once the original one you bonded to is gone. It carries on through the generations, if they grow up knowing you.”

“Is that all? My head is starting to hurt from all the information.” Harry mumbled.

Ana smiled. “Not at all, it’s probably about half of what I have to tell you, but we can go back to the village and rest for the remainder of the evening, and I can tell you more tomorrow, after you’ve had time to digest what you’ve learned today.” She said amiably. “Come on, let’s head back.” She slung an arm over Harry’s shoulders and they headed back toward the village.

Lucius was talking to Trystan, who was standing with his arms around a Fae girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen. She had bright red hair and her wings were a lighter red, bordering on pink, with deep purple markings.

“Arianna, dear! Come here.” Ana called out to the girl, who looked over at them and came running.

“Yes, Majesty?” She asked.

Ana smiled. “How is he, your young man? Is everything going well?” She asked.

Arianna smiled widely. “Oh, yes! Trystan is very happy to see me, and I, him. He’s made me feel very welcome so far, and he has introduced me to his Faurae trainee, who is very charming.” She explained happily.

“Good.” Ana said. “I’ll let you get back to him, then. I’ll be staying for a while, so if you need to come back with me, if things here won’t work out for you, just come and tell me.” She offered.

“Yes, of course, Majesty.” Arianna said, curtsying before she left to rejoin Trystan.

“She’s going to have to share her Trystan. He has a partial bond with another Elf here, but Arianna is spirited and she says she can handle living with a mate that she has to share, if only in body.” Ana revealed.

Harry blinked in surprise. “Oh. I’d seen his mark, but I never realised it was a partial bond. That must be tough.” He said softly.

Ana smiled sadly. “I believe it is, but he seems to be holding up well, all things considered. He’ll make her a wonderful mate, he’s very grounded. Especially for an Air elemental, some of them tend to be very flighty.” She told Harry with amusement.

Harry grinned. “I can imagine.” He said.

Ana led him over to the fire, where Draco was talking to a guard animatedly.

“Harry!” The blond called out. “They know how to fight while flying!” He said in excitement.

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at Ana.

She chuckled. “Yes, all Fae are trained in aerial combat. Why, are you interested in learning?”

Harry shrugged. “It wouldn’t be very useful for us, but it might be fun.” He allowed.

Draco pouted. “Useful or not, I’m interested.”

“I never said I wasn’t interested.” Harry pointed out.

Ana giggled. “Well, I’ll ask around, see if any of the guards are willing to run you two through some of the easier drills sometime.” She offered.

“Brilliant!” Harry said.

Draco nodded his agreement.
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