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Taken II: Drifter	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4983 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Three:

Nineteen Years Later:

"Damn it, Scorpius, be still!"

"Unhand my hair, woman!"

He ducked and shut his eyes, expecting a sudden blow to the back of his head for showing disrespect. When he received none, he slid his eyes open cautiously to see his grandmother still braiding his hair, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Ah," Hermione sighed softly, "You sound just like your father." The woman tugged on one slender braid sharply, elicting a sharp yelp from the near-twenty-year-old. "And that's for your cheek."

Scorpius grumbled hotly as he stood from the kitchen table, carding his fingers through his hair, which was now littered with dozens of small, beaded braids. "I'm not above telling father of this abuse, Grandmother."

Hermione snorted in amusement and tucked a strand of grey hair behind one ear, the wrinkles on her cheeks deepening as she grinned up at him. Scorpius could not help but smile back, his green eyes level with her big, brown ones. It was only the colour of her eyes which Aunt Rose had not inherited.

"Go on," Hermione said suddenly, waving her arms and sending the small man scurrying backwards, "say good morning to your Papa and then off with you, you chose to stay at the manor you'll have to entertain yourself."

Scorpius rolled his eyes as he started up the creaking staircase, his white hands brushing against the aging wallpaper, brittle beneath his touch. Of course he had chosen to stay. It wasn't as though he could leave Papa here alone.

He ducked his head around the second bedroom on the first floor landing, smiling softly when a pale face turned against the pillows to glance in his direction. "Hello, Papa, how are you this morning?"

"Your Grandmother has you checking up on me now aswell, has she? Well, Scorpius, I can assure you that I am fine." Harry was propped against a cluster of pillows, his midnight dark hair a cascade of soft curls that only served to enhance his pale skin. He grinned softly from where he had hoisted himself against the headboard, a book propped upon a lap covered with several blankets, blankets which did nothing to hide the swell of the older Allura's stomach.

"Grandmother Hermione would disagree with you after that fall you had last week," Scorpius replied cheerfully, pulling his father's bed-curtains open to allow in more light. "You were left with a nasty bruise and you gave us a scare, Papa, it's no laughing matter. Had Father seen you fall he would have you wrapped in tissue paper and hidden until the birth. Neville even wanted to stay here to take care of you, and would have had Ron not kicked him onto the Siren."

Harry merely chuckled happily, the sound loud and clear in the large room. "I'll be up and sailing again in no time, you'll see. Any word from the sea?"

Scorpius sighed. "Not as of yet, but I assure you, Papa, Father is fine. He is strong, he'll make it back in due time and in good health. It is Grandfather I worry about. That man is far too sick to be back on the sea. To think, even having a heart attack could not bind him to home!"

Harry answered with a gentle smile, "Lucius is a pirate, Scorpius, he was born one and he will die one. We can only hope that Severus stops any of his more foolish antics." His Papa sighed suddenly, his green eyes becoming clouded as he turned his face away from his son. "I only want for Draco to return. It is… unnerving to be away from him after what happened with Kylta."

Scorpius winced internally, his heart giving a pained thump in memory of his father's last pregnancy and the grief that had encompassed it. Though he had been only five at the time, he would always feel sorrow for the brother who had been taken from him after only a handful of days.

"Kylta was gone before he ever had a chance to know this world, Papa."

Harry gave a soft smile. "I know, my son, and though I still mourn him I have moved on. His place was never to grow up with me. Let's hope that this one is a little bit stronger than their brother."

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Ron stared out over the churning waters at the black speck in the distance that had becoming an increasing worry. His brow furrowed, his hair whipping in the fierce breeze to the point where he contemplated cutting it.

"They're still following us?"

James was by his side in an instant, set on edge by the younger Allura's dark attitude. Ron gave a curt nod before opening his mouth. "Luna!" he yelled, pushing away from the wooden wall of the ship and almost barrelling into the short blonde. She stared up at him with troubled eyes.

"They're blocking me."

Ron stared at the woman, bewildered. "What do you mean they're blocking you? You have visions, how can you block visions?"

"I don't know!" Luna's usually calm demeanour had been lost, her confusion evident in the near panic in her blue eyes. "I don't know," she reapeated with a shaky breath, "they can't all be human on that ship and if they are actively trying to prevent my magic then we can only assume they are enemies."

"Could it be Riddle?" James asked, his hazel eyes wide as he scanned the deck for his mate, drawing comfort in the sight of the dark haired man making his way towards them with Draco and Lucius.

"Impossible," Ron growled, "we found his scent buried in the ashes of Riddle manor with all of his lackies. Riddle is dead."

Draco's mask was in place, his silver gaze hard as he watched the approaching ship. He glanced at Ron through narrowed eyes and the redhead felt a grim knowledge settle in his stomach. "There's nothing we can do but watch them approach is there?"

Draco shook his head slowly, his mouth a thin line. "Fleur is visiting her brother, she was our only means of scanning that ship and with Luna blind, we all are. We may have an advantage should they try to board but we cannot rely on that. Be ready."

James let loose a shaky sigh that was smothered as Severus drew the smaller man into his chest. He would not lose the Allura now after all that he had been through to claim him as his own. Ron saw the determination like a spark in his coal-black eyes, undimmed with age. Though grey littered his once black hair, Severus remained in better shape than Lucius, a protection for the former captain and his son when all else failed.

Luna made her way to find Neville, her blue eyes hard as flint, offended that one would use their magic to block another's. Ron met Draco's silver gaze, the frown that had been with him from the start smoothing out as an apology settled over his features.

Draco shook his head once, his features determined. No apologies. Offering sympathies now would be worse than giving in. Only time would tell whether they would all make it out of this.

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Kylta: A phonetic pronunciation of the Irish word Caillte meaning Lost
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