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The Lost Prince	By : joms_hp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 2: Memoirs

Present time

In the inner sanctuary of the Shinoubiyo the Genshi Miko Ulrike prays before the altar that once housed the soul of the first king of Shinmakoku. Even with Shinou leaving the kingdom in the capable hand of his chosen Maou, Yuuri Shibuya, the people still looks up at shinoubiyo for their source of faith.

As Ulrike knelt in prayer a sudden light flashed before her crystal ball. She gasped in shock as she felt the familiar sensation she often associates whenever something that would affect the whole of Shinmakoku and thus the whole world comes. 'Shinou-Heika,' she whispers to no one in particular as she stares at the crest embedded at the center of the altar wall.

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15 years ago

Wolfram von Bielefeld-Shibuya paces the hall outside of the Royal Bed Chambers beside him were both of his brothers and the king’s tutor/adviser, as well as the Great Sage and his daughter the Princess Greta.

“Calm down Wolfram, His Majesty is in Gisela’s capable hands nothing is gonna happen,” his mild tempered brother Lord Conrart Weller said.

Wolfram sighed exasperated but stop his pacing only to fix his brother a deadly glare, “Easy for you to say it is not your spouse who is in there giving birth! It’s been 5 hours already and still no news. If the wimp doesn’t come out in another thirty minutes I’ll break that damn door! ” the temperamental prince snapped.

“Now Wolfram you know these things do take time,” Conrart again tries to placate his brother.

“Wolfram!” a high pitched voice called out down the hallway. Everybody turned to the person who called the fiery prince’s name and saw the Queen Mother and former Queen Cecil brisk walking towards them. “I heard the news!” she said engulfing her son in a bone crushing hug,”How’s His Majesty? Is it a boy or a girl? Are they healthy?” his mother fired of questions at the speed of light.

“Hahaue!” Wolfram extracted his face from her bosom and glared daggers at her in exasperation. No we didn’t have any news yet. Yuuri has been in there for five hours already, and neither Jennifer-Hahaue nor Gisela has come out for any news yet,” he said.

“Oh poor darling, I know you’re worried but they would be fine, you’ll see! Giving birth does take time, you know,” she then again crushed his face upon her huge bosom.

“Hahaue!” he yelled when he tried to get away from her again, only to halt his struggles when the door through the Royal Bed Chambers opened to allow both Miko and Gisela to exit.

Upon Miko Shibuya’s arms swaddled in baby blue terry blanket was the new born Prince of Shinmakoku.

Everybody was speechless as Miko approaches Wolfram and hands him his newborn son with a huge smile on her face. “Wolfram meet your son His Royal Highness Seiichi Kendrick Von Bielefeld-Shibuya, Prince of Shinmakoku,” numbly Wolfram accepts his son and cradles him in his arms.

“How… how’s Yuuri?” he asked his eyes full of awe never leaving his son.

“His Majesty is resting right now. He is still weak from giving birth to the young prince, but a week or two of bed rest would help him in regaining his strength and maryoku back,” Gisela answered smiling.

Before Wolfram could make a step into their bed chambers the people around him started crowding him all eager to meet the new prince.

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The sound of a baby’s cry resonated through out the palace halls drawing the attention on his parents who were sound asleep, while outside the winds are howling with a foreboding tone.

A dark head stirred underneath the warm covers ready to attend to the young one’s needs, when his bed partner laid a retraining hand on his shoulder. “Wolf,” Yuuri protested slightly, “let me go Seiichi is crying,” he told his husband.

Wolfram roused up and placed a gentle kiss upon his husband’s forehead and prepares to leave the bed to attend to his crying son. “No Yuuri let me attend to him. You’re still recovering and need to rest more,” he stood up and approaches the bassinet where is son lied crying his eyes out

“Shh… don’t cry my darling, Daddy is here,” Wolfram cooed as he picks his son up. “Now what is wrong my little Prince? Are you hungry?” he asked cradling his son to his chest and carrying him towards the bedside table where a warm bottle of milk is prepared for the young prince.

A chuckle was heard and Wolfram looks up to see the amused albeit tired face of his spouse and liege sitting on their bed. “What is wrong, wimp?!” he asked a little miffed at being laughed at.

Yuuri just shook his head but the smile never left his face. “Nothing, I just never thought you would look so good with a baby in your arms,” the young Maou said trying to placate his mood spouse.

"Hmp, you're just jealous that Seiichi likes me better than you," Wolfram retorted, "Isn't that right my darling," he cooed while he feeds their son and sat down next to his husband "You like Daddy more than Mommy right?" he said only to receive a playful swat from Yuuri.

"Don't call me, Mommy! I am Papa or Otou-san!" Yuuri protested pouting cutely.

Wolfram just chuckles and delivers a chaste kiss upon his spouse's soft lips. "You are Mommy since you're the one who gave birth to him!" he declared proudly in which Yuuri pouted more, but after a while he sighed and places his head upon Wolfram's shoulder to get a better look at their beautiful son.

“Hair as dark as a raven’s feather’s,” Yuuri said softly as he caresses their son’s dark hair softly. At the soft touch the little baby opened his emerald green eyes. “Eyes which could put even the finest cut emerald to shame,” he continues. “Wolfram, he is so perfect,” he sighed softly his eyes and fingers never left their son.

“Of course he is perfect he is a blessing from Shinou-heika as well as a product of our love!” Wolfram declared proudly. He then turns his head t Yuuri and kisses him softly.

“Thank you for giving me and this kingdom the greatest gift,”

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Somewhere in the depths of Shinoubiyo our Great Sage was awoken by a dreadful sense of foreboding. He immediately got up and summoned one of the maiden guards to prepare his horse.

As he gallops at full seed towards Blood Pledge Castle the feeling grew stronger. ‘I knew this energy this is neither majetsu nor houjutsu. I hope I make it in time. I won’t let him get what he wants,’ Murata vows. Once he has entered the castle grounds he jumps of his horse startling a few of the guards on duty.

“Geika!” Yozak the king body guard and spy ran to catch up with the running Sage. “What’s wrong?” he asked matching Murata’s pace once he has caught up with the teenager.

“No time to loose Yozak. The Young Prince is in danger. Powerful forces are at work, I could feel it in the air,” he said as they rounded up a corner. “Weller-kyo!” He cried out as he saw the king’s most faithful retainer running towards the Royal Chambers.

Conrart threw a glance behind him and saw his best friend as well as the king’s best friend running behind him. “Geika! Yozak!”

“Weller-kyo, where is Shibuya?” the Sage ask with urgency as they were joined by the rest of the king’s inner circle.

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The young prince is crying again as his parents slept. Yuuri groaned and reached out to wake up his husband. “Wolf, Seiichi is crying again,” he mumbled softly trying to awaken his husband. His eyes snapped open when he felt a foreign energy within the room. He gasped as he sat up from his bed when he saw his son surrounded by a green light, and a few paces from the bassinet was a gaping black hole.

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“Heika, sorry for the intrusion,” Conrart said as he burst through the door. He gasped when he saw his godson unconscious near the prince’s upturned bassinet, and with his brother slumped by the window with broken glass scattered around him, the young prince no where in sight.

***

Present time

Harry again tried to escape again. This time he uses the bathroom as his escape route. He sighed with relief when he reaches the bathroom without any incident that would alert the doctor of his plans. Not that he wanted to be rude towards his savior but he really must go before the Order catches him and drags him back to that nightmarish place.

Despite the pain he feels he can’t help but grin widely when he spotted the open window on top of the toilet. He heaved his back pack upon his shoulders ignoring the stabbing pain that ran through his spine and proceeded to climb the toilet bowl to reach the open window above.

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“I hope I could convince the kid into staying long enough ‘til the boss arrives,” Dr. Rodriguez mutters as he enters the room where his patient is, carrying a tray of food. “Oi kid, are you hungry? I have ordered some Chinese food,” he said.

“Yare, yare! I guess that kid is as stubborn as his parents,” he mutters when he saw the empty room. “The boss ain’t gonna like this,” he said scratching the back of his head.

Then he heard a noise through the bathroom. ‘I guess it is not too late yet. I could still catch him and this time he won’t be leaving my sight until the boss gets here.’ He thought as he went through the bathroom.

“Oi! Didn’t you know that it is bad manners to sneak out and not inform your savoir or even thank at the very least after they have saved you? ” he said casually leaning against the door frame when he saw Harry trying to climb the toilet bowl to reach the open window.

Harry gasped in surprise when he heard the doctor’s voice behind him and lost his balance. His right foot was caught inside the open toilet bowl while the other hit the flash lever. He tried to pull his leg futilely only be sucked further through the toilet.

“Oi, Kid!” Dr. Rodriguez rushed to try and save the boy from further hurting himself when he saw the familiar whirlpool open up and suck the kid in. Once the portal closed the poor doctor just slumped down near the toilet. He ran a frustrated palm upon his face and muttered, “Like I said before like father like son. Worse is how am I going to tell this to Shori?”

Despite the pain that shot through his body the only thing that went through Harry’s head is, ‘Who in their right minds uses a toilet bowl as a portkey!’ before he blacks out.

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