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Hookanoy Magic Behind Walls	By : ThePhantomPixie Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Drifting … Singing … Valleys … Princess … Princess …

"Princess!"

A disturbed warrior sat upright in the bed he was assigned and breathed heavily. He did not like the idea of Caitlyn alone, vulnerable when he had been sent here to protect her. No-one knew about the dangers that awaited the young royal where she to return home. And she was never to learn of the sacrifice her parents where making at that very moment. While the two seventeen year olds slept. The boys dorm was adequate for his needs and he was more than grateful to have been allowed access to the school after all that had been going on in the magical world recently.

It was a shock how frightened everyone seemed to be of this one man. In his village, to show fear was a bad judge of person. Ewan showed fear to no one on this earth, most of all this princess he had volunteered to watch over. If he was truthful it had been one of his personal goals to be allowed to watch the little Princess. Ever since he had been a boy he admired her, excelling in magical studies and being polite to all she met. When she had been sent to Hogwarts it made hi soul weep to not see her every morning ... to hear her singing in the morning ...

"O chi, chi mi na morbheanna..." He knew that song. The voice was different to the one he had heard so long ago though.

"O chi, chi mi na corrbheanna..." Stunned for just a moment the young fighter lept from his bed and followed the beauteous sound. It was haunting him, pulling him to the music of his tongue. A song written with words describing the landscape of Scotland. The words including the name of their village. As a young girl the princess would learn this from her mother and sing it with her and her father when they where together. Every morning she would practise it. The chorus earning a louder rendition than any. Caitlyn had loved that song as a child, seven years had passed since then. And for the first time in those Seven years Ewan felt like things had gone back to normal. The was no fighting in his home, no death ... no misery.

"O chi, chi mi na coireachan

Chi mi na sgoran fo cheo."

In it's place was the magic he once knew as a child himself. 'Though he trained from a young age of seven to be a warrior he was free to roam the lands in the morning. The one place he frequented was outside the castle walls with his friends and fellow trainee warriors. Every morning they would watch the ladies maids by the river, singing together and gossiping. But Ewan would stay behind with his older brother. It was him that introduced the young Princess to his knowledge. In those mornings he could sit for hours waiting for her to come out and sing to the tree tops. She would never see him. But his presence never went unknown. Whether she had ignored it or could not understand it was never known. But she always waited until he was sitting below the tree by her window, out of view before practicing.

"Chi mi gun dail an t-aite 's an d'rugadh mi

Cuirear orm failt' 's a' chanain a thuigeas mi

Gheibh mi ann aoidh abus gradh 'n uair ruigeam ..."

Still clad in only grey jogging bottoms he padded barefoot and silent down the cold stone stairs from the dormitory towards where he could hear the singing. He had known it was Caitlyn. Only she knew that song here it seemed, everyone was oblivious to their language. Everyone passing it off as foreign, not knowing how local it truly was.

"Nach reicinn air thunnaichean oir."

"You have finally learned that last line Princess." He chuckled, having stood still for a second watching her. She was dressed in muggle like clothes and was pinning her long silken hair up into a strange bun. Eyes closed he had once again startled her as she stood in front of a giant mirror fixing her appearance for the day. Blushing gently she nodded her head mutely before returning to her hair. Now silent and not moving her mouth in the slightest.

He didn't like the silence it brought. He enjoyed listening to her. He had always loved listening to her. "Please keep singing? You never stop once you start." He said quietly, turning towards the giant living area and hiding himself behind one of the large armchairs so he was facing the fireplace. Perhaps, if he was out of sight she may continue.

"You have heard me sing many a time warrior. Do not pretend I am oblivious to that. I only sing if I am alone. If you wish for me to sing, then leave." she spoke harshly, her reflection glaring back at her as she growled out the words.

Some years ago she had ben caught singing by fellow Ravenclaws and had been subjected to verbal taunting ever since. The way the words played on the tongue was unattractive to them. And still, although she sang every morning to keep her spirits alive she held back every time there was another figure in the room. Ewan was no different. She may have recognised his meaning to the song but that meant little difference. She had been eleven when leaving home, he had done without for that long. He would not break her.

"Princess?"

"i told you to call me by my name warrior. I have said before if you want t-" Without warning he had appeared by her side, hands on her shoulders and lightly squeezing and releasing the muscles. Something had tensed her about his presence and if they where to work well this year that would need to change. Dropping her pins to the ground and letting her arms fall to her side the petite princess took a deep breath in.

And sighed.

"That was uncalled for. My apologies Ewan." She whispered, leaning her head back as he caught a tender area on her shoulder. Dueling was a gruelling and unforgiving class. The professor having determined that it was good for students to feel pain and not have it treated. If he had caught the students going to the hospital wing, it was very unfair detention.

Hissing a little and gritting her teeth the Warrior looked down in panic. Had he been too rough? With a soft laugh she rolled her shoulder and mumbled an apologetic "Dueling class."

"I thought we had agreed I was not sitting away from my friends during breakfast?" Caitlyn whined as her Warrior bodyguard led her away from her usual seat among the quiet studious group of Ravenclaws. The tables where always laid out with Slytherins on the left, facing the top table. Ravenclaws beside them, the Hufflepuffs and finally Gryffindors. Normally she had been sat on the Hufflepuff side of house, keeping herself far away from trouble. Ms. Parkinson was known to be brutal with hair pulling in the morning.

"Caitlyn ..." The warrior stumbled over the name, panic going through him as he feared the wrath of his commander where they to know he had addressed her so formally. "Just because you ask me something does not mean as a warrior i will abide by it. I refuse to sit and listen to girls gossip. I don't exactly fit it." He chuckled. It was a mans laugh, Ewans. His chest vibrated as his throat rumbled in a deep and heavy voice. She marveled at how mature he was for his age. Many men she had observed where still recovering from finding out they had a penis that was for more than pissing from.

"Once again Ewan, I have to wonder If it is simply my safety you wish to protect." The little royal giggled, raising a delicately manicured eyebrow and playfully slapping her warriors arm. She marveled at how solid it was, the muscle tensed beneath the intensely strained fabric of his school shirt. It had taken him much persuasion to not wear his warrior clothes to class. And, as much as she would enjoy looking at men in their sexy uniform she called great restraint and warned him that he was to fit into the student crowd.

Alas ... it was not to be.

"Students, please. Silence." The voice of Minerva McGonnagal rang out across the crowd of teenagers. Her voice holding that familiar twang of Scottish that always made Caitlyn smile now made her worry. She knew what was coming. She knew this would happen if someone had been sent half way through a school year. "Now, as you all know at the beginning if the year we ask all new first year students to come and be sorted by our sorting hat. It determines which house is best suited to each persons ability and personal abilities and goals. Now, very unexpectedly we have received a new student this week. A Seventh year to be exact. Now, even though this is a rarity in this School, I wish him the very best and ask that he stand to be introduced as many of us have been at the start of School..."

'Here It Comes ...' Caitlyn braced herself for the worst. Let her die now, let it all be over-with and not let her suffer the humiliation.

"... Aindréas? Ewan Aindréas?"
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