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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 Five:

Two weeks.

It had been two long, stressful weeks since the arrival of his grandfather's body and since his sire had arrived home in a coma.

Scorpius was beginning to believe he would never see the light of day.

Even Luna, beautiful, cheerful Luna who had forever been their guide, their sight and their friend, had left them. The reasons why she had left them were unknown. They had simply awoken one morning to find both the witch and her mate, Neville gone. Vanished. Taken from them as suddenly as Lucius had been.

Not that the occupants of Malfoy Manor had spared the disappearance much thought. Hermione and Rose were faded somehow, a portion of them lost in a way Scorpius doubted they would ever find again. James and Severus were no help, though the young Allura had not expected them to be. Truthfully, with Lucius dead and Draco lost to a coma, Scorpius had assumed James would coerce the older man back to the island he had hailed from. That was not the case. The pair remained, probably for some desperate hope that Draco would awaken.

Scorpius watched them , his pale fingers gripping tight to the door panel of the bedroom where his sire was lying, his Papa's sleeping form curled around the pale pirate. James and Severus sat beside the sleeping pair, their eyes desperate, tired. It was this scene that Scorpius gazed onto as he suddenly found himself falling, blackness seeping into his vision as he lost his grip and fell with a gentle, quiet thump to the carpeted floor.

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This was a familiar place.

This place of scentless smoke, unlifting fog and a colourless… everything.

He tilted his head skywards only to be met with the same thick fog that clogged his senses and left him bodiless, weightless, an essence of his true self.

The gentle coo to his right gripped his attention and he turned swiftly. Green eyes softened as they landed on the scene before him. In this place where everything seemed made of nothing, his grandfather sat beside his sire, a young child held in the crook of his arm.

Draco raised sad eyes to Scorpius, his hand lifting from where he had been stroking the child's cheek. "You really shouldn't be in places like this, Scorpius. It is in places like these that we lose ourselves, that we move from one life to the next. What are you doing here?"

Scorpius fluttered his fingers before his face, watching with a soft smile as they became firm, filled with colour. "I dream of this place, Father, it's the only place I can come when the outside world has upset me. You intend on leaving us?"

Draco smiled, a shadow of the smile Scorpius was so used to. "Never. I would never leave you." His gaze landed once more on his own father, and on the baby held so gently in Lucius' arms. "I only wished to say goodbye, a proper goodbye."

"And so you have," Scorpius whispered, reaching out his hand as colour swirled within it, the only link to life in this place where the dead waited to say goodbye. "But Lucius and Kylta must go now and you must come back home."

Draco cast one last, sorrowful look at his father, smiling when the older pirate grinned at him and waved the baby's arm in a gesture of simple parting. With that he sighed and took hold of Scorpius' hand.

Scorpius awoke to the sound of shouting, of Rose's elated shrieks and his Papa yelling his name. He rose from where he had been crouched against the hallway wall, his head still thick with sleep. Rose grasped his arm as she hauled him to his feet, a swift question of "are you okay?" the only indication that she was perplexed as to why he had been asleep in a hallway, before she tore him through the bedroom door and cast him upon the bed.

Scorpius landed with a sharp hiss against his Papa, who wrapped slender arms around him, tears in his green eyes and a smile on his face as he pointed to the pale man who was slowly coming back to life on the bed they were laying on.

"He's awake, oh, Scorpius, your sire is awake."

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"I still don't see how this will benefit me more than staying at the manor, Scorpius."

The pale haired Allura took one final glimpse at the horizon as the sun sank beneath the water's edge and darkness fell around them. They would reach their destination within the hour if the tide remained on their side.

He turned to his father with a small smile. "The manor holds nothing for you, Papa and father agrees with me. There you can only remember Lucius' death and Draco's injuries and it is not good for you or the baby. Baby needs someplace full of happy memories and life and Aunt Rose and Grandmother need itme alone to heal."

"Your son is very wise, Harry, it would do well to listen to his words. Young as he may be, Scorpius has always known what is best for you. Going home will do you nothing but good."

James tweaked the smaller Allura's dark curls, a smirk lighting his hazel eyes. Harry sighed and scowled at his uncle. "I know it and I am happy to be going home, but what life will Draco and I have there? He can hardly follow me into the water!"

James merely shrugged, a carefree smile affixed to his features. "We'll work something out. Both for you and Draco and for Severus and I. It will be good to see Lupin again."

Scorpius' perked his head upwards in interest. "Your son? He still lives there?" James nodded softly. "Lupin has always been attached to his home, I doubt he would ever find just cause to leave it."

"Not to mention he's too bloody weird to exist anywhere but at home."

James growled as Ron made his way towards them, his red hair braided back tightly and a devious smirk on his face as Harry dissolved into laughter. "You watch your mouth, Ronald! You're not too old for Molly to be told of your antics."

Scorpius couldn't help but grin himself as James' threat caused the Allura's ears to turn a fetching shade of pink.

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The island was beautiful. Of course, Scorpius had expected it to be so from his father's recollections and indeed it was, if not more so. It was bright and open and colourful even with the blanket of night and doused in the softest, whitest sand he had ever seen. But for the group making their way from the anchored Siren into the forest, there was one sight that made the island all the more beautiful.

"Luna!"

Harry's ecstatic yell, followed by Draco's, "How the bloody hell did she get here?" sent the pale witch into a peal of laughter as she welcomed the hugs offered to her and held her hand up to stave off the questioning. "There was something I needed to do here while you were all collecting yourselves, and as for how I got here, Draco, I borrowed one of your lesser ships. I knew you wouldn't mind. Now come! Come, I've something to show you! Shota and your mother have been so helpful, Harry, I never would have finished it in time if they hadn't helped me… Look!"

She had led them beyond the worn trail of the forest, towards the beach closest the Allura's underwater village until they came upon a small wooden cottage. Neville appeared by the open doorway, a smile on his pale face as he leaned against the archway that led into the home.

"I never did get to give you a gift for your bonding, Harry, but I knew you'd return here with Draco and I thought it would make things easier. Do you like it?"

And it was at that point that everything became too much for the small Allura as Harry wrapped pale arms around his swollen stomach and burst into tears.
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