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The Dark Circle	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 4815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"…and he simply vanished. Mallek was never taught how to apparate by that madman Parkinson, was he?" Lucius asked in a quiet, cool tone.

Severus shook his head. "No, he was never taught to apparate. I don’t think they intended to teach any of them apparition until they were sure their indoctrination was irreversible and the children were adults. Out of all of them, Mallek received the least formal training as he was the youngest.” He mused, stroking his chin in thought. “Are you certain he didn't simply become invisible?"

"I'm not a fool, Severus." Lucius snapped, losing a bit of his control. "Absolutely certain. I cast Finite Incantatum on the entire area; he wasn't there. I even summoned his wand but he was not within my range to reach. Where would he have gone, anyway? The train had left the station at least ten minutes before he disappeared." Lucius answered.

"It's simple then; he apparated instinctively." Harry answered. Both men looked at him and Harry shrugged. "It's not unheard of; I did it around that age too. My cousin and his friends had me cornered and I ended up on the roof of the school. Of course I had no clue what I had done at the time."

"Its bloody dangerous, apparating without training…!" he scowled.

"If it was instinctual magic often the magic is done without flaw. He was quite upset about not being able to go with the others on the train, and doubly so about being separated from Alerick. I'm certain he's fine…" Severus answered.

"I'm so glad you came home, Nonno." A calm voice said to their right. All three men turned to see Angel, standing calm and serene in her school uniform; her hands clasped before her a soft, slightly shy smile touching her lips. "Let me start off by telling you that Mallek is fine, he's sitting here in the compartment here with me on the Hogwarts Express with me and Alerick. He's rather shaken up and he hit his head when he apparated into the hallway of the train, but the mediwizard says he's only bumped his head."

"On the Hogwarts Express…?" Lucius' face went blank, hiding his shock. He knew Mallek had great potential but he had never expected anything like this. The most skilled of wizards would balk at apparating onto a moving target like the Hogwarts Express, much less one that was no longer within their range of sight. "How the bloody hell did he manage to do that and not end up in the boiler of that ruddy engine or under its wheels?"

Angel shrugged, looking thoughtful. "Just lucky, I guess. I'm sure he didn't try to do it at all, Nonno. He really does seem upset that he's here; he keeps saying he promised you he would stay at home, with you. He just…” she paused, trying to find the right words. “I suppose he simply WANTED it so badly that it happened. Accidental magic, like Lilly and Remy do when they want something and you and Nona tell them no."

Lucius forced himself to calm down; there was no danger to his child. He took a deep breath and released it slowly before answering once more. "Well there's nothing for it then." He stated. "Tell Mallek I will be waiting for him at the station."

"I knew you would, Nonno; I already told him that and he is expecting you to be there." She answered with a smile.

He found himself smiling at her. "Clever girl. All right, you keep an eye on him for me and I will meet the three of you at the station." Lucius said firmly.

"Of course, Nonno." She smiled.

Harry spoke up once more. "Go back now, Angel; don't stress yourself any further. I know this gets harder with distance."

"I'm stronger now, but all right. I love you both." She smiled, then dissolved into a mist and was gone.

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Jerrod pulled his boots back on, his attention on the therapeutic witch. The new set of exercises didn't seem to wear on him as bad as the old ones did; maybe he could actually manage these on a daily basis. "So I do this every day…?"

"Yes, but be sure to use the specialized healing cream each time that you complete the exercises. The tissue inside sustained a lot of damage and you should have seen a healer back when it first was injured. I'm not sure if we can ever undo all the damage that was done…"

"I couldn't see a healer then." Jerrod shrugged. "As long as you make it so it doesn't collapse on me I really don't care if it aches." He said, speaking the trigger word to get the boots to fit to his calves and lower thighs. He glanced at George and saw him watching again and threw his robes to cover his legs, rolling his eyes. "So I come back when?"

The woman smiled. "That's what I like to hear. Next month, I want to check if we are making progress or if we have reached the limit of what we can do with your particular problem."

"All right. Next month then." He said, rising a little unsteadily. George moved to support him, easily ignoring his warning scowl. The younger wizard had never stopped glaring at George even though they had recently become intimate.

"I find its wonderful when our patients have someone that will support them.” The therapeutic witch smiled at George. “Make sure that he does his exercises; it's always easier with a partner to help ensure things get done." .

"He's not my husband." Jerrod said, though he was allowing George to support him but he was determined to stand on his own the moment this stupid ankle would allow it.

"Not yet." George added brightly, clearly amused by the entire affair.

The witch half-chuckled, watching as the two moved out of the office; Jerrod grumbling and George helping him until the healing potion restored enough of the strength in his ankle to walk alone.

Jerrod finally stood on his own, taking a moment to get his balance coordinated. He stepped away from George as they took the lift down to ground level. "You go on; I have some business to do here in town." He told him, arranging his robes self-consciously.

George grinned. "Shopping, eh? Well I'll just come along with you, then. I can carry the packages and things, I love shopping…"

"No. I have some things I need to do by myself." He answered coolly. "You go right ahead and shop on your own."

George eyed him suspiciously. Jerrod was always brushing him off, but something felt odd about this situation. "What's going on…?"

"What…? Oh come on, George, give me a break." Jerrod rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you're actually jealous? Jealous of what? You can't be seriously thinking that I'm looking for someone else…!"

"It hadn't really crossed my mind, but…" George started.

"But I'm such a tight-ass curmudgeon I barely let YOU near me…!" he said in a tone dripping with sarcasm.

"It took me four years to get close to you." George agreed. "But I you know what? I really do enjoy the fact that you're a tight-assed curmudgeon." He said with a lusty grin.

Jerrod flushed hotly at the comment. "Would you give me a break?"

George laughed; he thought it was so attractive when he made Jerrod blush. "All right, all right. I'm going to the joke shop to get some work done. Fred’s been after me to work on some new items; I hope to have at least a few new items for Christmas. Just call for me if you need anything, use the watch."

"Sometimes I swear you treat me like an infant.” Jerrod grumped. “I know what to do; I know how to call you. Really, George, you worry too damned much. I’m fine." He said firmly, looking exceedingly stubborn.

George couldn't help but be certain that something was very wrong, but he could not find any reason to hang about. "All right, I know when to give in and back off." He grinned softly, moving off to allow Jerrod his privacy to do whatever he needed to do.

Jerrod watched him go, and then slipped his watch down into his pocket. He had no intention of allowing George to eavesdrop on what he was going to be doing for the next several hours. That watch was a gift that was enchanted to connect with a pendant that his daughter never removed as well as the ring on George’s finger. Each of them could use the stone set into the item to see where the others were; it was a gift that enabled Jerrod to finally relax about his daughter being stolen away by some maniac like Parkinson.

Satisfied that his lover was going elsewhere, he leaned on his walking cane and hurried as much as he could the other way down the street. He put one hand to his forehead; his thoughts were now slightly muddy. This was not a feeling that was unfamiliar to him; he knew exactly what was going on. His siren daughter had used her influence to place a geas upon him. She did not do this to him much anymore but this time it was very important; the consort had to be protected.

He had, over the years, developed some resistance to her commands, but he chose to go along with her commands at this time. The reasoning of the children agreed with his own desires; the consort was alone at Hogwarts and that was not acceptable. Alerick had to be protected. Jerrod had chosen to simply not say anything to anyone about it all and continued with the orders she had imposed upon him.

He moved down the street several blocks before he paused, then slipped down into the unsavory atmosphere of Knockturn Alley. He slipped into one of the secluded nooks there and waited. Nearly five minutes passed before he finally saw what he expected to see. George Weasley, wearing a dark cloak with the hood drawn over that shock of red hair, came down the alleyway. It really wasn’t much of a disguise; anyone who knew him would know precisely who he was. He was glancing about, clearly searching for something. Jerrod really had no intention of being found at this point in time. He allowed George to move past, barely breathing as he walked by.

He waited several more minutes to be sure that he was not returning, and then he whispered a soft word and apparated away.
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