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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Yay, another chapter. Things are getting… well, they’re getting. Harry’s knows things, don’t be too surprised by it. XD Surprised by how many want to be on the mailing list… No, I haven’t figured out the mailing list thingy yet, haven’t had the time and I’m slow… in the head… but by the time I get around to posting another chapter I should have it all figured out. Which is a sign that it’ll be a while before I post a new chapter, sorry. ^^;;
Oh, for the lovelies that wanted to see the boys in their Soul Forms, I drew them and you can see here. http://www.deviantart.com/view/23938314/
Hope everyone had a nice Holiday, enjoy your time off from school—ah I remember winter vacation—and have a Happy New Year!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CH39

Holding back a yawn, Harry tried to focus on whatever amazing, gazillion year old trophy Loxton was trying to show him now. He couldn’t see the draw, but then again, he had seen about fifty of the damn things already, all gifts from the Heir that he had asked the Council to protect.
Introductions had been long and tedious; most of the people there seemed to have the substance of spun sugar and could only have been there for appearance sake. He remembered them all, from faces to names, thanks to his Occlumency training… or his new abilities. It was hard for him to sort it all out yet; he could remember everything he had read in the dark book but that had been before his exritus. Ah, confusion. He would have preferred to be able to forget a few of them. Madame Henrietta was still trying to cling to his arm no matter how much he insisted that physical contact was not good for his magic at the moment.
The majority of the Council members were older men that seemed wouldn’t last the decade; they also were rather set in their ways and supported the Chancellor fully. Nearly half the Council seats were empty, and Harry had a feeling none of the newer generation was of the right mindset for the Council. From what he could tell, empty seats were easier to deal with than new ideas at White Towers.
“Ah, and the coup de grace of the mighty demon, Behemoth of the Last Silence: the Spear of Eternal Darkness. One of the few weapons with the ability to strike a god, and as such, only the most powerful can hold it. Without protection one could literally die from touching it.” Loxton indicated the heavy armored gauntlet with thick metal fingers wrapped tightly around the spear’s handle. It was the only way a mortal could touch the spear without being harmed by the magic within it, and even with the gauntlet, they couldn’t hold it for long. “This is probably our most cherished piece, gifted to us as a symbol of our undying loyalty to the Heir… yourself.” He chuckled brightly. “Actually,” Loxton paused, his eyes blank. “Perhaps you would like to hold it, Harry?”
“I really don’t think that would be wise…” Lesley growled but was ignored by Loxton.
“Come now, it hasn’t been moved in five thousand years; it would be a perfect demonstration of your newfound powers.”
Of course it would be. And if he refused, it would prove that he was weak, yadda, yadda. He gave Lesley a reassuring smile, not worried in the least by the powerful energy coming off the spear. With a sigh, Harry stepped across the thick rope set to keep people from doing something foolish, and hefted the large spear. It was almost twice as long as he was tall and, although far from ornate, the wicked blade that was as long as his arm more than made it spectacular. “Satisfied? Or would you like to hold it as well?” Harry asked grimly, waiting for Loxton to finish his nervous laughter. “Thought not.”
He gave the spear a whirl, surprised at how natural it felt in his hands, and how quickly everyone stepped away. Heh. The energy zapping through the narrow weapon called to his… If he remembered correctly, the Heir had forged the spear himself. “It has a nice balance.” He said to no one in particular since they wouldn’t be able to judge for themselves, and placed it back on its gauntlet. Looking up, his attention was caught by footsteps speeding their way down the long corridor.
“Who has touched the Spear of—!” A fit young man with wild brown eyes and matching shoulder length curly hair stopped short in front of Harry. He was panting as if he had just run a long distance in a short amount of time. “Oh, thank goodness. I thought… the children had been playing around here again… excuse me…” He doubled over, leaning on the velvet rope to catch his breath. The rope gave way under his weight, sending him careening towards the floor but he caught the wall just in time. “Bugger.”
“Harry, this is Christien Savage, our resident enforcer.” Loxton said with a disdainful sniff as he eyed Christien’s four-day stubble and muddied clothes. “I thought you had work with the Ministry today, Savage? We weren’t expecting you for dinner.”
“I was… the wards were disturbed… and I rushed…” He straightened, holding his sides as he flashed a bright, crooked grin at the group. “Thought we may have had a disaster on our hands. You boy, out from that side of the rope before you get yourself killed.” He ushered Harry away from the spear. “There is very dangerous magic in that beast; I can’t imagine why this whole lot here would let you near it.” He turned from Harry to look disapprovingly at the court. “This is how you treat a new born? He hasn’t come to full power yet and you set him upon a weapon that could kill a god?”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. The boy is fine; he is the Heir after all.” Loxton drawled, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “I’m sure you have more important things to deal with…” Turning dismissively, he tried to move the party along, but Harry was having none of it.
“Mr. Savage, you’re the Magistrate here, correct?” He pulled away from Loxton’s tight grip and went to shake Christien’s hand. “Ezella, Dane, and a bit of Torent I think… that’s quite the explosive mix of Fae in your blood.” He returned the man’s smile. “Now that you are here, I do hope you will join us.”
“Uh, about that…” Christien gave Loxton a quick side-glance, hedging under his cold stare. “Perhaps another time, when I’m better dressed.”
Loxton nodded graciously. “Such a shame. Another time then.”
“Come now, Christien. Don’t be such a stick in the mud.” Lesley broke in, ignoring the sudden glares sent his way. “Join us. The Unspeakables can do a few hours without you. You can’t run from every gala we throw.”
“I’ve been curious about Council Ministry relations and you seem to be the man in charge.” Harry insisted. The dark book had mentioned Savage’s deeds with the Ministry; he seemed to be the only one willing to deal with the rest of the world. “I won’t be staying long; I’d prefer if we could speak today.” He added to help convince the man. The way he kept shifting from foot to foot, Harry could tell Savage didn’t want to be there just as much as Harry.
Christien smiled, all tension leaving him as his gaze was locked with Harry. “Albeit foolish for me to deny the Heir my company, would you allow me a few minutes to make myself more presentable and contact my work? I forgot that you must be due back at school soon.”
“Sure. That’ll be fine.” Feeling content with the knowledge that he may actually get something useful done, Harry let himself be led off to greet the portraits and sort through another hundred or so magical items that were only strong enough to destroy a human’s life.
He wasn’t positive, but he had a feeling perhaps, along with Savage, another member had been asked to stay away as well. Helena Dominé, the councilor in charge of monitoring the balance of magics in the Wizarding World, had yet to show, and her name and Savage’s had been oddly missing when the good Chancellor had listed off the members of the Council. There was also supposed to be someone appointed as an ambassador to the Heralds of Fae and another for relations with the muggle world. Twenty years ago, both ambassadors had mysteriously died. The position had yet to be refilled again. He definitely had some things to consider while traipsing around with the giggly lot.

*******

Harry zoned out somewhere through the five hour tour and spent his time trying not to worry about what his friends thought about his absence and what kind of hell Malfoy was most definitely raising with those damn eyes of his and naturally abrasive personality. The prat would be able to find plenty to torment with his new powers. Too bad Draco wasn’t here so he could sic him on Loxton and his droning voice.
“Is everything all right, Sire?” Harry looked up to find Loxton had been trying to catch his attention for a while now. Whoops.
“Sorry, my mind was elsewhere… a barmy Veela.”
Loxton blinked. “Pardon?”
Harry sighed internally and debated ignoring him or having to actually talk. “Mmm, a friend of mine. He’s been having some trouble with his exritus. There seems to be this nasty law that says he isn’t human anymore.” He raised a brow. Inherently he held power here. Best not to press too hard though at this stage…
“I assume you’re referring to the Malfoy boy? I don’t remember the Zambini heir having Veela blood… although he might as well with Siren as his ancestor. To be quite blunt, he isn’t human anymore, yourself included.” Loxton said with a shrug. “He should know as much; he’s been raised to expect it as Ezella’s descendant.”
“Oh, he well anticipated everything.” Harry said thoughtfully. “Of course, I’m quite new to this and am having a little difficulty in understanding why I now will need papers to show anyone in authority that I am not human. Or why I will no longer be able to vote, or become a member of the Ministry, or hold any job with sway in the community, or be allowed to mate with anyone I wish. Care to comment?”
“Well, you must understand the complicated issues with running a multi species society with beings who refuse to cooperate—”
“Just because they won’t conform doesn’t mean they deserve to be treated as sub human.” Harry broke in. “I do hope you have a better excuse than that it’s difficult.” He snorted at the thought. The Council had been unsupervised for far too long. “Why hasn’t anyone tried to correct the misinformation circulating about? I won’t even lower myself to repeat the filth I’ve read about some magical creatures while in school. This disregard for their true nature can only encourage the mutual dislike. But I digress. I’d prefer to focus on my own current circumstance and those who share it.”
He turned to look over at Lesley and a far cleaner Christien who were both quite horrible at pretending not to eavesdrop. He had quickly gained the room’s attention and he could tell people were concerned with what he was talking about, although he wasn’t sure about their motives. “I think the number will exceed any of your previous expectations. Each Heir heralds in a new age of powerful magic that rejuvenates the wizarding blood. I predict that more will be transforming as each year passes. We must secure the children’s safety now before, as outcast, they decide to turn to Voldemort. Trust me, Tom will be more than content to exploit their powers.”
Loxton looked unimpressed. “I think you’re being a little extreme. Just because there may possibly be unrest doesn’t mean they’ll be throwing themselves into Riddle’s clutches. Remember, most have been brought up with the understanding of what will be expected of them after a transformation. They know their place.”
Harry turned his eyes to the floor. Loxton hadn’t been in power when the wizarding world had to deal with the battles caused by outcast humans who had gained Soul Forms only to find themselves exiled. It had been hundreds of years since groups of children had transformations with their exritus, and it would be many in the upcoming years. How quickly they forget. He met Loxton’s gaze slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Perhaps I’m not satisfied with the place you want to give them.”
Loxton paused, soft murmurs echoing in the corridor. “…Of course, as the Heir you are completely excluded from all these laws. You are beyond any mortal complications so you have nothing to fear of others treating you as non-human. You really have no need to concern yourself.”
A dark smile reflexively lit Harry’s face, eyes glowing frightfully. So that was the game. They thought he was going to go along his business; the only difference being that he’d save all their asses from Voldemort. Well, they really shouldn’t have dragged him there if that was the case. Time to set them straight. “I think I will be the one to decide what I choose to concern myself with, Chancellor.”
He stopped walking, forcing the group to stop their peaceful stroll. Obviously power wasn’t inherited but fought for. Malfoy had mentioned something of the same along those lines but he had hoped that it would have been simpler. “Such as the Council’s increased isolation from the world and the way you lord over the wizarding world like some invisible king… In case you have forgotten, that is my position. You spent hours showing me all the powerful objects at your disposal, and yet, has anyone even tried to use them to protect the people from the vicious attacks from Death Eaters? Have you started negotiations with the Domin yet? Have you reestablished connection with the Heralds of the Fae and the Allegiance of Fae? We will need their help during the upcoming years.”
“Please, you’re getting ahead of yours—”
“No, Chancellor, you have gotten behind.” And hell, he was getting angry again. “Just because you haven’t had an adequate ruler for over two thousand years doesn’t give the Council an excuse to tear down all the good that was once done. Yes, a lot of this was your predecessor’s fault, but you are no less to blame when you do nothing to change these atrocities. We are at war with an enemy that was once weak enough for the Council to have dealt with on their own. Where, exactly, were you? The fate of the entire world was left in the hands of an eleven-year-old boy who had never even heard of magic before that day. Did you think I would be so quick to forget what your carelessness has done? It’s rather difficult when I’ve experienced it first hand. There will be changes, and I suggest you get used to the idea as soon as possible.”
He broke his gaze away to stare at the other Council members and their families. They were frightened, and as much as they should be, it bothered him to know it was what he was and not his words that frightened them most. He turned back to Loxton, his voice loosing its angry edge. “But, as I said… I am only concerned with the rights of humans who have become changed with magic at the moment. I’m not asking to change the world in one day, just to preserve the rights of those who have always had those rights. It is the children of the Council that will be the first to show their power; this will ensure that they will continue to live as they have grown accustomed to.”
And that was a clincher for the crowd. The members of the Council that had family, which were a lot, could understand the reasoning when it affected them. He figured as much when he thought back to how Narcissa Malfoy had spoken about her family.
Harry had gotten good at reading people since his exritus; he could sense the mood of the crowd and Loxton’s anger and anxiety. Some of the younger members present seemed quite amused… no that was just Lesley, his inner laughter mingling with the flare of hope in the others. So he had been right; they weren’t all there to gain power for themselves. Good, that would make things easier in the future… err— He stopped reading the crowd after a wave of vertigo hit.
“You are asking for too much in too little time. Please be reasonable, Harry.” Loxton tried, his face set in a grim frown. “Changing such a law would takes months to pass—”
“There is nothing unreasonable about it, Rowland. He’s the Heir. Who are you to stop him?”
Silence fell at Lesley’s words. “Perhaps it is you who has forgotten their place?”
Loxton fixed his icy eyes on Lesley’s angry face. “I was merely informing the Heir on how things work at White Towers.” He bit out through gritted teeth.
Harry watched the exchange with a frown. He honestly didn’t know what was going on in the Chancellor’s head; maybe he feared the loss of his unquestioned power, or maybe he was just stubborn. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to placate him. Loxton, as well as everyone there, was going to have to learn he held rule, even if their egos took a big bruising. “I think it’s time to take me to the Great Book of Decrees.”
“Now see here!” Loxton shouted suddenly, hands fisted at his side. He had gone pale and his eyes wild.
“…Yes, Chancellor?” Harry asked slowly, his smile and his patience gone. “What would you like to discuss; your intolerable discrimination against magical beings or your inability to realize I’m in charge now? This wasn’t the way I wanted this to go. I wanted you to be intelligent about this, and do what needed to be done, without it appearing that I was forcing you and turning the whole Council upside down. Obviously, it was too much to ask. I cannot fathom what you were all expecting. Did you think my age and newborn status a disadvantage? It’s called genetic memory and it came along with my Soul form.” He made a quick calculation and nodded to himself. “I will stay the week. It will not be enough time to deal with all the problems, but as you are aware, I did not ask to be here. You’ve brought this on yourselves and I suggest your full cooperation or things could get… sticky.” He tilted his head at Loxton’s increased flow of angry power. “Was there anything you wanted to add, Chancellor?”
Before Loxton could speak, or explode more likely, Stratford Calvert, a senior Council member with a reasonable personality, placed a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. “I believe the Chancellor has spoken enough today. Why don’t we let him calm down a bit? Until then, the First Chair can take you to the Hall of Peace where the Great Book is held, and then we can start the feast.”
Harry smiled lightly. All he had to do was threaten to kill the lot and they finally gave him some space; he’d have to remember. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. Savage, Calvert, Forrestal, and Gedgrave, you will accompany me while we leave these charming people to their own devices. Lesley.” He held out his arm for his cousin to link with, the immediate purr of energy calming the rage that was threatening to boil over. He wanted to go back to Hogwarts were Malfoy was available to cling to, instead he had just promised to throw himself to the wolves for the next week. Just not his day… Hell, his whole life was like this. The crowd murmuring in confusion, he swept down the corridor with the select group in tow.

*******

The Hall of Peace was exactly where he had known it would be. Its door was huge, large enough for a small giant to enter, and the only room the group had conveniently passed during the tour. He didn’t comment, just pressed his hands to the wood and used his power to release the wards sealing the door shut. It opened easily under his palms and he walked in, ancient magic heavy in the air.
Yes, this place he knew very well. The taste of power was ingrained in some subconscious part of his mind. He had made important decisions in this room, decisions that had saved thousands, possibly the world, while surrounded by good beings that held the same ideals. Now it was only an echo of it former glory, the resonating of ancient power in the towering walls all that remained of more significant days.
In the center of the never quite silent room was an immense table made of Sylvan Oak, crafted to seat over five hundred delegates of all species. It was suspiciously dusty, as were the majority of items directed towards cooperation in the room. “Please, Mr. Forrestal, that ottoman was created specifically for the feet of Liesan, the First Chief of the Gorgon Clan. It will bite anyone else and I do believe reattaching your hands would not be a pleasant experience.” He said off handedly as his eyes were drawn to the book on the north wall that was a good two heads taller than him.
“Err, sorry.” Clive Forrestal said, quickly withdrawing his hand. He was a slender, short man, with slicked back black hair braided down to his waist. He looked around nervously, as did all the others. “Only the Chancellor is allowed in here. With a name like Hall of Peace, you would think it would be a little less deadly.” He muttered, skirting away from another growling chair.
Harry frowned, looking over his shoulder at the group. “This is the Hall of Peace; any who wishes is allowed entry as long as their intentions are pure… I’d be amazed if Loxton ever got past the door. As for the danger issue, merely stay on this side of the table. It is designated for humans and, although some leaders were eccentric, their toys are far less fatal to you.”
“It didn’t take you long to see through our dear Chancellor.” Lesley commented cheerfully, stepping around the table and gazing up at the Great Book of Decrees.
“It’s a knack I have… don’t worry, Mrs. Gedgrave; I was well aware of your loyalties before I called you here.” He didn’t turn to see Marjory stiffen, her already pale face going paler against her brassy blonde hair. “If you could all give me a moment, I will get to why I asked for your company.” Disregarding the room, Harry gave all his focus to the book that was used to write laws. The newest decrees hadn’t even been organized properly, just jotted in small script, as if the hard to read handwriting would make them any less atrocious. Pressing his palm to the book, he let his power awaken the dormant magic and it immediately began classifying the new decrees, dating, labeling, and rearranging the wording to the laws that had inappropriate phrasing.
Everything filed correctly, he called up the section on laws pertaining to reclassified humans as magical beings. It wasn’t looking good. Over the years small decrees had been added on, slowly taking away random rights as they came up in day to day life until finally, a final decree had been made. No matter the cause, all beings would be treated fittingly to their current form of existence at the moment of the crime and judgement. The loopholes it left alone were a horror show.
Picking up the Pen (of Decrees—Honestly, the name thing was getting ridiculous) he carefully wrote his own opinion on the matter. By the order of the Soul of the Ancient Night, all beings born as human will inherently hold all rights and restrictions that that classification entails no matter how they are changed within their lifetime, including but not limited to, Soul Awakenings, infection by magical influence, and bondings with non-human beings. He couldn’t wait to be around when the Ministry had their next dealings with a werewolf.
Of course, the law needed to be refined. It was general and left the door open for a lot of misunderstandings, but that was what the Council and the courts were supposed to figure out. He couldn’t hold their hand at every damn decision, but he was more than willing to knock some sense into them when the time came around. As promised, he would leave it at that for now, but a quick scan of the most recent laws gave him clues on what would be changed once he was a little more settled in his new role as Heir. There was no way he was going to let intelligent beings continue to be treated the way they were.
“All right, Councilors. To the business at hand.” He turned and indicated the group to sit, he himself taking a dusty, purring chair across them so he could be easily seen. He leaned back, slumping as a tired teenage boy tends to do, and stared idly up at the towering ceiling and the beautiful moving mural of enthrall beings of all species that graced it. “I don’t know if anyone has noticed… but I’m sixteen years old. I’m not out of the recovery phase of my exritus, and a lot of stress and responsibility has been thrown at me all at once.”
Pausing, he let his eyes slip over the uncomfortable faces of his audience. “…But wait, you did notice. The Council made a unanimous, mind, highly unwise, decision to disturb my rest, and as such, the Council should be prepared for my wrath.” He went back to looking at the ceiling and let his words sink in. Ron would have been perfect for this, he realized. Strategy was his forte. He would have to play Ron in chess the next time he saw him, just to see if he wasn’t just wavering in the wind right now with his new instincts.
“You five will be the defining force that will keep my wrath in check, so I don’t do something foolish, like kill the lot of you and decide to take it all on my own. You will get the responsibility, pertaining to the Council, that I am not equipped to handle at this time, given that I have a life to live. And no, the dear Chancellor will not be involved in this, because I don’t trust him to do what is right for the good of the balance of the magical community. And well, frankly, I don’t like him.” He glanced over at Christien who seemed to be brimming with questions. “Let’s hear it.”
Brows furrowed in confusion, Christien sat forward anxiously. “Are you suggesting if we don’t comply… that you are going to kill us?”
Harry sighed. “I am in a very foul mood.”
Blinking, Christien sat back heavily. “So… what will these responsibilities require?” Lesley asked cheerfully while eyeing his claw like nails that had been painted a pearly white, and looking completely unfazed. Harry was proud.
“I will need more time to think before I make anything final. Too much power has been given to the Chancellor position over the years; it upsets the whole balance of the Council. Eventually, your group will take over that position. Loxton can stay as a figurehead to save him from doing anything stupid, and it will help the elder members to still feel secure when I start having you recruit new members. I will not have such a vital organization monopolized by the selfish whims of the few.”
“Excuse me, sir—Sire.” Clive Forrestal broke in nervously. “Uh, why us exactly? We’re not exactly, er, qualified for such an increase in power. Ancestry doesn’t necessarily make us prepared…”
Once again, Harry knew he had chosen well. “To be honest, I like you. Yes, even you Mrs. Gedgrave; and I know you each have the interest of protecting this world. You are not the only Councilors that share this ideal, but contrary to some of your opinions of yourselves and each other, you each have the ability to succeed at it. And before you go into asking me how I know this, remember I’m the Heir, and I know a lot of things that you never will. Questions?”
Lips tight, Marjory Gedgrave finally spoke. “I would like to withdraw my participation in all of this.”
“…Of course.” Harry smiled sweetly. “Shall I kill you now, or would you prefer to be surprised? I, personally, have no preference.”
Marjory glared, freezing from where she had risen from her seat. “You can’t do this.”
“Do you think I’m incapable?” Harry asked with a bored sigh at the ceiling. “Sit down.” He snapped, locking eyes with her until she fell heavily into the chair. “Now is not the time to test my patience. As you are well aware, I am emotionally unstable while in this state. Mixed with my barely controllable power and pisser mood… well, I’m nobodies’ friend today. Once again, your fault. Next question… anyone?” He tilted his head and waited.
Stratford Calvert cleared his throat and placed his hands palm down on the table. He had waited that long to speak, being the intelligent man he was. “Yes, Mr. Calvert?” Harry asked patiently.
“I have some concerns involving the Domin’s sudden interference with our realm that I think will need attention before you leave.”
Thank you gods. Gedgrave would be more apt to follow with Calvert playing the game, as would the other more conservative councilors. “I have some suspicions on that situation. We will make time for it. Anything else?”
“Voldemort.”
“Ah, yes. Riddle.” Harry relaxed further into his seat and eyed Christien thoughtfully. “What are your concerns?”
“My concern is that he’s about to make a move to overthrow the wizarding world and then corrupt the entire Earth!”
Harry held up his hand before Christien could continue. “That’s a valid concern. I was afraid you were merely interested with the lose of your sister-in-law’s brother to his clutches. It’s nice to see you have your priorities straight. Measures of defense against Voldemort will be discussed. Offensive strategies will have to wait until I’ve had a few months to settle. Anything else?”
Lesley smiled crookedly at him. “Will you be able to attend our decadent feast in your state without breaking things? If I had to help keep you company in your agitated condition, I honestly couldn’t complain.”
Harry grinned wryly. “Madame Henrietta does have quite the grip.” He had noticed once he had thoroughly thwarted the woman’s attentions, she had gone straight for Lesley’s attractive form.
“As lovely as she is, her perfume has the underlying scent of desperation that sends quite the chill down my spine.” Lesley admitted with an elegant shrug.
“I’m afraid you’ll all have to attend. So many people will be pestering you on revealing what we have just spoken about, that attention will be diverted from me. Unfortunately, only I will be the one to reveal our goings on at my discretion.” He fixed Stratford with a serious look. “Where is Helena Dominé?”
Another round of uncomfortable looks passed between three of the councilors; Christien looked confused and Lesley just looked pissed. Stratford cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. “Officially, she is checking the Arc Fault; there has been disturbances there that we suspect has to do with the Domin.”
Christien jumped to his feet, hands slamming on the table. “What?! When the hell did this happen?”
Harry gave Christien a mild look until he sat down with a frown. He turned back to Stratford. “The Arc Fault? Please tell me she didn’t go alone.”
“The Chancellor thought it would be safer if she was alone. I’m sure if Christien had been present, such an oversight would not have occurred.”
“Damn straight!” Christien growled, clenching his fists. “Helena has to tie her wand to her just so she can find it! She’ll be lost five seconds out there and gods only knows what’s lurking there at night.”
“Let me guess, she just happened to have left today?” At Stratford’s nod, Harry snorted and ruffled his hair up in annoyance. “My, you do love to make things difficult for me. I will see her this week; understand? You have three days to drag her back from that bloody wasteland of magic—if she hasn’t died yet. Likely, she will be joining our little group if her power lives up to her blood.” Hell, there were far too many secrets that he wanted nothing to do with around here.
He gave another long sigh and sank even deeper into the chair. “For now, I’m going to take a nap before I’m dragged off to be fitted into some ruffled, itchy nightmare of an outfit. You may all go about your business. Let me make it clear now; if Loxton drags me into just one more conversation concerning how ancient, marvelous, powerful, etcetera White Towers is and, or, the items within it, I will kill everyone within reach. I suggest you keep that from occurring.” He said with a vague wave and let his eyes fall shut.
The councilors exchanged confused glances. “Er… would you prefer a bedroom, preferably without all this dust, Sire?” Clive finally asked.
Harry smirked, peeking an eye open. “No, I’m less likely to be killed in here, Mr. Forrestal. …Oh yeah, call me Harry. We’ll all be well acquainted by the end of the week. Hopefully your fear will reside by then… You’re all free to stay, of course. But likely you have more pressing matters.”
“Not really.” Lesley said with a smile, casually throwing his legs onto the table and leaning back. “The show won’t really start until you and Loxton are in the same room.” He watched as Stratford and Marjory slowly rose to their feet and walked out the door followed hesitantly by Clive. “I’m pleasantly surprised by your attire, cousin. For someone raised by muggles, you’ve really made quite a showing as a Scion. The Council will be quick to throw you in something more suitable to your position, but the other Clans will be honored by this.”
Harry snorted, peeking an eye open. “Sorry to burst it for you, but I’m wearing it as a dare. I couldn’t even put it on right without my friend’s help. I did like the fact that it’s Scion based though. I’m hoping to meet the Scion Hippogriff Clan at some point, and it’d be nice not to make myself out to be a complete arse while dealing with my Clan.”
“All you have to do is summon them and they’ll come, you know.”
Harry nodded. “I don’t feel quite up to seeing them just yet. It’s something I’ve been keeping in the back of my mind.”
Lesley smiled understandingly and turned to his pouting friend. “What’s on your mind, Chrissy? You look a tad pissy.” He observed cheerfully.
Christien grunted, looking from the door to Harry. “I have to rustle up a search party for Helena, but I’m really not feeling that comfortable leaving you here alone with him.”
“You do love me, my wittle, wild savage.” Lesley teased, batting his eyelashes excessively.
“Gods, can’t you quit it with that shit for five minutes? This is why I avoid you when I get in at night.” Christien muttered, rolling his eyes. “I’m serious. The kid’s a loose cannon and you shouldn’t be hanging around to see the ultimate explosion.”
“Oh hell’s bells, you believed it! Harry love, he really thought you were going to bring the castle down around our heads.” Lesley ignored Christien’s grumpy glare to stretch across the wide table and poke Harry’s resting cheek. “We could put you in pictures, kid.”
“I learned from the best.” Harry smiled, thinking vaguely of Draco. “I can’t help it if your conscious is so heavy you would actually think I’d kill you. I’m the Heir; I try to keep a definite line between killing bad guys and random murder. Of course…” His smile widened slowly. “I just may decide that poking me, especially when I’m trying to sleep, is a very bad thing to do.”
“Err… Point taken.” Lesley slipped back into his seat sheepishly and let Harry get back to sleeping. “The thing is, Chrissy, we share a familiar energy that helps us recognize family. We like our family; it keeps us from blowing up… and tends to energize us so we get a little crazy in social situations. It’s all in good fun.” He smiled cheekily, tilting his head and wagging his brows.
Christien stared at him. “You… crazier than normal… I think I’m a little frightened.”
“Nah, you’ll love it. I’d bring you to the manor but I do believe my family would find you too tasty to let go.”
“Yet another thing to add to my never in a million years list.”
“A million years isn’t as long as you think, Christien.” Lesley whispered.
Frozen in the golden gaze, it took a moment for Christien to break away with a blink. “You need a hobby that doesn’t include me.” He mumbled down at the table.
Tensing at the comment, Lesley silently mouthed the word ‘hobby,’ his nose scrunched in distaste. “What would you suggest, breeding thestrals? Pirating the seas? Taking over the world with an army of nifflers?”
“Learning how to talk softly,” Harry suggested helpfully.
Lesley laughed, the previous edge gone from his voice. “Another point to you, cousin.”
“Softer.” Harry grumbled, burrowing deeper into his arms.
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