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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42622 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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*Authors note* Thank you savannah for the wonderful review, Im hoping as I write my style will improve. I will say this is becoming very addicting. Even though I have layed out all the chapters the characters are starting to make it hard to stay within those peramiters. Its almost like reading a good story there are times I dont know what they will say till after I have typed it. Thanks for reading :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue, it will help make things clear.

Chapter 2

Tom Riddle fell into the meeting room surrounded by the other Elves; bloody, bruised, broken, with extreme physical, mental, and magical exhaustion; making his youthful face sag and pinch giving him the appearance of several years older than his normal seventeen years of age. Looking up and meeting the eyes of the other Elves, a collective gasp echoed throughout the room.

Lying on the floor, Tom noticed every head of house bend to one knee, most with shocked expressions on their faces. Why the council members, heads of the first families would kneel at him. Looking around, Tom could not see his father among the many in the room; where was his father? Who would be the interim ruler of the Elven Realm.

The cold, rational voice of Councilor Malfoy spoke up, “My Lord…Please tell us. Is the Heiress safe?”

Tom looked Councilor Malfoy; head bowed, Why is he calling me that, what is going on? Throat scratchy and exhaustion muddling his mind, Tom whispered, “Yes, although no one is going to like where she is at…But she is safe.” With the important news delivered, Tom’s world faded to black.

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Tom awoke to feeling the softness below him and bright light above him. The two contrasting sensations causing him to moan in discomfort; he didn’t know where he was and the last 48 hours where a blur of pictures and emotions. Tom rolled his head to the side and saw Councilor Prince attending to his bedside.

“Sir…Please tell me what happened,” whispered Tom; his lips dry cracking each time his mouth moved.

“There is no longer any need to address me with honor, My Lord. Your station in life has risen higher than mine and such formalities are no longer needed.” Councilor Prince answered, his normal silky tone overlaid with contempt and maybe a hint of sarcasm. Councilor Prince, bending over, offered small sips of water to Tom.

The feel of the water sliding down his dry throat was the best feeling in the world, taking his time; Tom laid their sipping small amounts of water. When the thirst was abated he was able to ask in a stronger voice, “How long have I been unconscious?”

“Two days My Lord.”

Tom just sat back and thought about what all this could mean, the water helped to clear some of the fog that was his brain; but many things were unclear to him; this whole My Lord shit; what did it mean exactly?

“I see your brain trying to work too hard, My Lord. You need to rest longer; when you awaken again everything will be much clearer. Then we need to start the plans for the return of our High Elf.” The words misted away as Tom fell back asleep, Councilor Prince must have slipped him a drought of some sort.

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This time when Tom awoke, his brain was a lot clearer; he almost felt normal. His body still hurt in spots; mostly his left shoulder; the difference was he could now remember why it hurt. Tom could also remember the entrance he made in front of the Council members; groaning in embarrassment at the undignified pile he must have made. Thinking of leaving Aubrey with those muggles, a sharp pain lanced through his body, making Tom gasp for breath, his anguish he felt during the attack coming back full force.

“Ahhhh… I see your finally awake My Lord. Can I get you anything?” Came the chipper voice of Councilor Black. The one Elf that he would love to tie up somewhere; very far away from himself. Even though Councilor Black’s was turned; Tom would bet anything he had a goofy grin on his face. When He finally got a good look at the councilors face Tom noticed the black eye.

“How did you get the new appearance? Was it from the battle?”

“No… I got it……… My Lord.” Tom looked at the Elf, curious as to why, he would be blushing. The words didn’t make sense as Councilor Black spoke to quickly they jumbled themselves into one long word. Councilor Black rushed on, “With you finally awake, My Lord, you need to eat something. I have already called all the other Firsts and we are awaiting for your appearance in the meeting room.”

“Thank you Councilor Black, I’ll be there shortly. It’s appreciated that everyone would wait for me to recover.” Tom said softly, a blush crossing his cheeks.

Councilor Black looked at Tom funny shook his head and backed out of the infirmary door; making him wonder, “What could the prankster be up too?

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In the meeting room, confusion ran around the room as the First Warrior’s tried to figure out if their leader, their Lord had suffered any head trauma. They couldn’t understand why Tom didn’t know he was their interim Lord. He was present through the meeting when everyone was made the second set of plans; their fallen Enrai told everyone about the First Warriors of the realm.

A scathing voice cut through the arguing and confusion, “You have to understand that at the time the Enrai was telling us about the spell of the First Warriors; young Tom was sleeping.” The room snickered at the remembered snores. “Many things have happened since we saw our Lord at the close of the war room and he appeared at the meeting place of the Firsts.”

Their interim Lord came walking in at that moment, before he could say anything, First Warrior Malfoy started talking.

“Please My Lord take a seat. I know you have questions and so do the rest of us. I think the best way to proceed would be if we both tell our sides of the story. Maybe afterwards this will help clear most of the confusion.”

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Tom stood still, shock making it hard for him to find his seat, no wait he was dumbfounded. The one elf who didn’t look up to anyone unless it was the Enrai, just called him Lord. And not in private, but in front of all the rest of the council members. When everyone else was calling him Lord it was in private, Tom just thought it was some new prank that Councilor Black had come up with. Although that didn’t explain how Councilor Black was able to rope Councilor Prince into it. Tom slowly made his way to the only chair remaining in the room; at the head of the table.

“My Lord, please tells us what you know of both plans, your experience through and after the battle.” calmly asked Councilor Malfoy.

There it was again, referring to him as Lord. “I remember everything about the first plan the defense of the realm. My father told me briefly before departing.” After that statement Tom started to blush; “I could keep my eyes open after bringing the warning. I’m sorry I missed most of what the High Elf said.” Councilor Malfoy looked at the rest of occupants of the room and lifted one brow while smirking in arrogance.

After the last statement many of the councilor’s faces held concerned to understanding looks which made it easier to tell his part in the battle and the escape of the Heiress. Tom told the whole room everything he could remember, and the emotions he felt through each trial he went through that night. In a small voice still looking at each face in front of him Tom asked, “Where is my father?”

The atmosphere in the room changed, from slight amusement, to one of utter sadness, each face turning down shying from the looks Tom was giving to each member. One Elf finally spoke up, bringing the attention of the room.

“My Lord, your father, was killed last night. That makes you one of the First Families, and the reason you are here now” Councilor Malfoy, conjured a mirror, before saying the next part. “The color of your eyes marks you as our Interim Lord.”

Tom could only stare, his eyes, once a warm chocolate brown where now a menacing blood red color; he looked positively evil. Tom looking at the rest of the councilors, shoulders shaking, head bowed “I think it is time for everyone to tell me what I missed in the war room.”

So far only Councilor Malfoy was the one to talk, so it made sense that it would be him that would be the one to explain. “My Lord…What our fallen Enrai did was create marshal law when he invoked the ritual of the First Warriors. What this means is we are no longer a democracy but a monarchy, ruled by the one proven worthy of all the heads of the First Families. The one then becomes the interim leader, our Lord till the requirements are met stated by the Enrai. In this case it is till the Heiress or one of her children, are strong enough to combat the Elder wand. To determine who the ritual picked to rule is shown through the color of their eyes. The change of your eye color means you are the one who will make sure we can survive through the coming years. We are no longer councilors but instead First Warriors, we have lost the power to dictate or advise in which direction our realm is headed towards the future. The tattoo’s on our forearms is a way for you to summon us for meetings, and give out orders for us to carry out. There is also a magical boost to your own powers to defend and carry out tasks; in the effort to stabilize our realm again. Our fallen Enrai used this ritual as a last resort and once the ritual picked the one worthy we cannot find another.”

The room hung in silence when Councilor Malfoy finished, thankfully it gave Tom time to think, he wasn’t prepared for this. How could he be, there had to have been a better choice than having him lead the Realm through a time of war. At least it made sense now, the pain in his arm, the anguish he felt on the battlefield. Both of which came at the same time, right after his father had died. His father left this for him to do, the Enrai left this for him to do; he had no choice but handle the situation as best as he could. A voice broke through Tom’s trance.

“If I may be so bold My Lord, but what are you going to do?”

Tom hung his head slightly and whispered, “Checking on the Heiress, making sure she is safe; I will continue my last orders from the Fallen Enrai.”
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