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Let Me Love You	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21946 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 5 - I Spy
Mac Tíre Hibrideach Kingdom
“Everyone out!” The King yells to his court. This conversation will not be discussed with every ear in the kingdom listening. The only ones that remain in the throne room are his spy and the Queen. The King gets off his throne and walks over to his spy. “Why should I believe you?” The King asks, for years they have searched for the Prince with no success. No one has been able to find a trace of him. The King and Queen gave up hope long ago of ever finding their young Prince but they never forgot about him. Only a babe when he was taken from them, no one knows how the kidnapper got into the castle without the guards noticing. Or how they are successfully blocking his powers from them. At this age the young Prince should be showing his Mac Tíre Hibrideach traits. At the age of twelve, the body and magic of a Mac Tíre Hibrideach begins to change. Their wings and fangs make an appearance, it is a sign of maturity. At the age of sixteen, Mac Tíre Hibrideach are able to partially shift between their three forms: wolf, demon and human. During the next two years, they are trained and taught how to control their shifts. By the time they are seventeen, they are to teleport between realms and dimensions.
When the Prince went missing, the King and Queen traveled the realms searching for him. Friends and allies became enemies and war ensued between the Mac Tíre Hibrideach and the Lamia Nation. Mac Tíre Hibrideach accused them of stealing the Prince and breaking the peace treaty between them. All hope was lost when the Prince could not be found. The King and Queen tried to have more children but they all were either stillborn or miscarried before the Queen could reach her third month. Heartbroken and tired, the Royal court gave up trying to have any more children. Without an heir, the King fears he will have to turn the throne over to his nephew Cin. Cin is a bastard, sired by the King's brother and a human female. A small amount of the Mac Tíre Hibrideach are hybrids born from other species. Other species strengthen the bloodline of Mac Tíre Hibrideach, they are able to live longer and better survive in battle. But not humans. Human and Mac Tíre Hibrideach hybrid’s life expectancy is only about two years old. King Fenrir fears that without a true heir on the throne, the kingdom is vulnerable echo throughout the kingdom. Cin is too weak to defend the throne and it will easily be plucked from his fingertips by someone stronger. Now after so many years there is news about the Prince, there is hope that the Mac Tíre Hibrideach will not fall into the wrong hands.
“My Lord, as your humble servant you sent me to the world of the Magicks to learn of their ways. I--”
“Yes you were, why are you here now? You have been with them for years; so long that I completely forgot you were with them. Did you forget your duty to your King and Queen?”
Shameful brown eyes look away from the King. “I am sorry, My Lord. I have disappointed you. Things are not as simple in the world of the Magick. I reverted back to a child and had to attend school to learn their ways. I met my mate.” The spy whispers. “In my childhood state the Headmaster found out about my werewolf state and strongly suggested I consume a potion to keep my wolf away. It dulled my senses. He has watched my every move; I had to pretend to be something I was not. Our kind is not welcome in their world, My Lord. I am considered a dark creature. I had to live by their laws.” Sad brown eyes look to his King and Queen for understanding. “Every full moon cycle, the Headmaster would have others watch to make sure I consumed the poison that continually hurt my wolf. In the course of his rebellion, my wolf became an ugly creature that walked on two legs rather than four. Not totally human or wolf but a twisted hybrid of both. If it was not for my mate, I would have killed senselessly.”
“Does your mate know of us, or who you are, Romulus?”
“No, My Lord, I have kept our world a secret as is our custom.”
The Queen rises from her throne seat and walks over to Romulus. “You have been away from us too long. Rise, my young one.” Romulus gets up and stands before his Queen. He towers over her yet he feels like a child in her presence. “Do you still take this poison?” She gently caresses his cheeks, Romulus closes his eyes and revels in her touch. The Queen has been like a mother to him in so many ways.
“No, my Queen. The Headmaster believes I am loyal to him.” Romulus opens his eyes and stares into her dull green eyes. “He has become lax in regards to his control over me. I stopped taking the poison one human year ago.” Romulus steps away from the Queen, “Slowly the poison has started to seep from my system. I took it for so long it dulled my senses, my mind, and my soul. The pain I experienced while taking the poison nearly ripped me apart, I was weakened considerably and I was near immobile for days.” Anger and hurt is evident on Romulus’s face. “How could the Headmaster, who swore to protect his students, let me experience such excruciating torment? With the poison leaving my system I have to hide myself when I shift, even from my mate. I no longer look like the hideous misshapen monster I once did, my wolf responds to me when I call it. I can even feel the demon inside of me. I trust my mate to keep some of my secrets but his devotion to the Headmaster leaves me to wonder if he was not sent my way to spy on me.”
“I worry for you Romulus,” The Queen says as she caresses his cheeks. “You are my Kin, my blood. I regretted sending you so far away from me. I know you wanted to make me happy again by searching for our Kin, but you are just as important to me as he is. Your Maman has not forgiven me for agreeing with you to send you away. I have missed your face and your gentle nature.”
Romulus is grateful to his aunt, the Queen. As a child growing up he would seek her guidance more than he did his mother’s or father’s. She has always helped him in a time of need. Romulus covers her hands on his cheeks, turns to kiss each palm. He remembers how young he was when his cousin, the Prince, was taken. The sadness in his aunt’s face broke his heart. However, he had already agreed with his father to undertake a mission to spy in the Magick realm. Romulus never guessed his mission would lead him to his cousin. For years he wondered if they would ever find Lysander, now their search is finally over. “I have missed you too, funereis amitam.”
“Come, tell me of my son, have you seen him? What does he look like?” The Queen asks excitedly.
“I have not seen him, my Queen but I have scented him.” Romulus states. “I believe he has found his mate, it is the only reason why I am able to scent him now. In the past few weeks my senses have begun to return to their full strength as the last of the poison disappears from my blood. The Headmaster has given me access to the castle as a tutor because a creature like me cannot retain employment in their world. I have noticed a strange scent in the castle, the smell of home, of you, My Queen. Yet, each time I follow the scent I lose it in the dungeons of the castle. The dungeon is such a myriad of smells that I am unsure which way to go. The only ones that live in that part of the castle are the Slytherin students and their Heads of House.” Romulus finishes.
The royal couple is quiet, no one saying a word as they contemplate the possibility of the young Prince being alive. Romulus wonders if he should share his theory with the royal couple. “My King, my Queen, I beg for your forgiveness for not bringing this to your attention sooner but I had to be sure.”
“What is it?” the King asks impatiently.
“I believe the Lamia Prince is also in the castle.”
The Queen gasps, “How, when? What if he finds the Prince before we do?” She rattles off.
“I believe he has been there for as long as I have. As I said, once I started taking the poison it dulled my senses. I was unable to see through certain Magick and disguises. However, since I stop taking it, I am able to see things clearly.”
“How can this be? Do you believe he knows about Ly-Lysander?” The King looks over to his wife, this is the first time anyone has uttered his name since the day he was taken. “We have always suspected that the Lamias were in league with whoever took our Lysander. They broke the peace treaty between our kind.” She repeats again with more confidence, Romulus nor the King answered the Queen's question. The Queen walks over to her husband. He eagerly pulls her into his arms, she nuzzles his cheek. The King purrs and sighs in contentment in having his mate in his arms, comforting him. Romulus looks away, he feels like he is intruding on their private moment. “Imagine, my King,” she begins softly. “One day we will have our Lysander home. I wonder, my love, if his eyes have finally changed? Does he have yours or mine or a mixture of both? Does he look more like you:strong and handsome? For years I wondered, if he is alive is he being well cared for, does he know what love feels like, the love of a mother and father?” Romulus can hear the catch in her tone.
“Worry not, my love, now that I know for certain our son is alive I will stop at nothing to find our Ly--Lysander.” The King turns and look at Romulus. “Return to your post, send word when you can. In a few days you will receive more help for your search for my son. I will also send word to your Mamon and Sire that you are well.”
Romulus bows his head, “Yes, my Lord.” In the same swiftness that he arrived, Romulus leaves the same way. He travels through universes until he finally reaches his. He appears outside of the home he shares with his mate, times changes from his world to the world of the Magicks. Even though he was gone only for hours it could be a day or two since he left his mate's side. The excuse of an argument helped Romulus to be able to visit his home world. One day he hopes to take his mate there. “Remus, is that you?” Sirius calls out.
Romulus masks his true self and dawns the appearance of Remus Lupin and steps from the shadows of his hiding place. Sirius has a worried look on his face, “Remmy, where have you been? You’ve been gone for three days; I thought something had happened to you. I know our fight was bad but for you to leave me for so long without contacting me is unacceptable.”
Romulus knows that Sirius is right but he cannot tell his mate the reason for his absence or for the lack of contact. “You’re right Siri, I did not mean to be gone for so long. I was just so angry and I needed time to think so I went deep into the woods and stayed there giving myself time to cool off before coming back to you.”
Sirius sighs and pulls Remus into his arms, he missed him so much. Their fight was a bad one and yet he cannot recall what it was about. The fact that Remus left him alone for so long was all that mattered. “You were gone three days Remmy and I felt so alone. I need you in my life, Remus. You are my lifeline. Please if we every argue like that again, don’t be gone so long. Stay and talk it out with me.”
Romulus/Remus sighs; he encircles his arms around his mate and holds on to him as tightly as possible. What will he do or say when he finds out that for our entire life together that I have lied to him? He pulls back and lifts Sirius’s face to his. “I love you, my mate, you mean more to me than anything else in this world. Without you, I am nothing.” He bends his head and presses their lips together. His true home maybe a billion universes away but this is where he belongs.
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Severus wakes the next morning and prepares to meet his parents for breakfast. As much as coming home will give him the time to think about what to do with his mate, Severus knows his mother will hover while his father will laugh at his plight. He showers and dresses in his royal robes before walking down the corridor that leads to the dining wing. He gets to the hall where his mother and father are seated and already enjoying their meals. “Mother, Father,” he greets them. Severus walks over to his mother and brushes a kiss onto her cheeks.
“Hello, my son, it is good to have you home, but I must ask why are you here?” His father inquires directly.
“Tobias!” His mother scolds. “I do not care what the reasons are for my son to visit home, as long as he does so.” She looks at Severus, “You look well, my son, but what is the matter?”
“I bet you it’s that mate of his.” His father grumbles. “Why don’t you just claim him and bring him home and take your place as King?” He continues, “I’m ready to retire, travel with my wife. I want to spoil my grandchildren dammit.” His father huffs and crosses his arms over his chest like a petulant child.
Severus stares at his father in shock, “Forgive your father, Severus, he has become impatient in his old age.” His mother tells him.
“I’m not old,” his father gasps out. “I feel as young as the day I swept you off your feet.” Severus looks at his father, the man might be older but because they are Lamia and supernaturals, they age slower than the average human. His father looks distinguished with the beginnings of grey at the temples. His face is unmarked by age, completely void of wrinkles, only the scar on his eyebrow he received in battle mars his perfect skin. Severus turns to look at his mother, any other woman’s beauty pales in comparison to hers, including Lily Potter’s.
His mother pats his father’s hand that sits on the table, “Yes, you are, my love,” she declares. Severus feels a spark of jealousy as he watches his parents. Will he and Harry ever get to this point in their mating? At this point they cannot be in the same room together without being at each other’s throat or Severus sticking his tongue down Harry’s throat. He sighs and this gets the attention of his parents.
“What troubles you, my son?” His mother asks in concern.
“I fucked up royally, Mother.”
“Language Severus, you may be older but not too old for me to reprimand you. You know I detest such language.” His mother scolds him. “Now tell me is your father correct, is it your mate?”
“I do apologize, Mother. And yes, it is Harry. He knows that we are mates and what I am--”
“Then what is the bloody problem?” His father demands again.
“Tobias! I am warning you, one more word,” His mother jumps in. “Continue Severus.”
“As I was saying he knows what we are, of my title and what will happen when we mate but the problem is I do not think he is ready for the responsibility of what it will take to be my Consort. To leave his family and friends.” Severus pushes his uneaten meal away. “He is so young, I cannot put so many responsibilities and expectations on him when he still has life he needs to experience.” Severus runs his hands across his face in frustration, “Lucius and especially Marvolo believes I am being an idiot and I do not give my mate enough credit.”
His father gets ready to speak when his mother sends him another look and he closes his mouth. “Could it be my son,” she begins. “That it is not your mate who you fear is not ready for the responsibility that he has to undertake but you, yourself.”
Severus eyebrows crease in a frown, could that be it, am I afraid of taking up my new responsibilities, am I running away from them and using Harry as an excuse? Severus shakes his head to ward off the insane thoughts. Harry is not an excuse, yes he’s known since he was young that one day he will need to take up the throne, he’s prepared for it, learned from his father and generals the art of war. Picked his own commanders, his is not afraid of the challenge nor is he afraid to enter into war with Mac Tíre Hibrideach, or any of their enemies that lie in wait to strike. No, his concern is for Harry, his mate, and nothing else. “No, Mother, I’m not afraid of my duties.” Severus reassures his mother, “I feel as if I have lived my life, experienced life, seen all I needed to. All things I think he should have the option of doing and seeing before he ties himself down to me.”
“What a bunch of bu--”
“Tobias! Be serious for once.”
Severus lifts his napkin in pretense of cleaning crumbs from his lips to hide his smirk. “I am being very serious, my dear wife.” His father replies. Then he turns to Severus with a stern expression on his face, “Severus, you make all these assumption about your mate because of his age. You say you want him to experience life, but what is wrong with him doing it with you? It is mandated that once you are mated you take over the throne. But my son, it does not require you to do it the next day. When I mated your mother, I took the throne over a couple of years later--,”
“And as soon as you did, your parents took off to parts unknown. We hear from them, when the old wo--”
“Eileen!” His father yells at his mother.
His mother looks at his father and scowls, then looks back at Severus. “I promise you, my son. I will treat you mate with the utmost respect, And I will not hover like some mother-in-laws I know.” The last was said as she turns to look at his father.
“Mother does not hover,” His father counters. “She is merely concerned, Dear.”
Severus’s mother tsks, “Which is why she reminds me that she was once the Queen and how she did this or that each time she visits.”
No one would believe the ruthless King Snape of the Lamia Nation is a mama’s boy. Severus watches his parents carry on with their playful banter. “Tobias, you’ve done it once again, my love.”
“What have I done now?”
“You have taken the focus away from our son, we will deal with your mommy issues once we have helped our son.”
His father huffs then rests his hands on his cheeks, “And you say I have mommy issues, Love, Severus is a big boy. There is nothing wrong with our son. I will tell you what his problem is.”
“Please, my dear king, enlighten us.” The sarcasm in his mother’s voice cannot be missed.
His father straightens in his chair, “You are correct in your assessment that he is afraid.” Both Severus and his mother open their mouth to speak. “Let me finish,” his father says, stopping them. “My youngling, do not be afraid to admit your fears. You are afraid but not for the reasons your Maman stated. You are afraid to fail your mate. It is the same fear I had when I wanted to mate with your mother.” His father tells him. Severus ignores the endearment, no matter how old he is his father will continue to see him as a young Lamia. “The world could come to an end, you could fail the people you serve but the one person you hate to disappoint is the one that loves you the most, the one that stands beside you when everything goes to shite.” His father gets up and walks over to his mother, stretching his hands out for her. With trust, she places hers into his and allows him to pull her into his arms. He turns and looks at Severus. “Most men will deny that their mate has a strong hold on them, but they are lying and denying the truth. Your mate is the only one that will know you inside and out.” Then he turns to look at his wife. “You, my dear Eileen, are the only I am afraid to disappoint. I want to see your beauty shine brighter with every passing day. To see your smile light up the world,” he bends down, gently placing a kiss on her lips. He lifts his head up and looks at Severus, “You will be a great king, greater than I or your grandfather. I know with under your rule changes will happen for the better. Go after your mate, my son, do not let him wait too long for your return.”
His parents walk out of the dining hall leaving Severus to think. At his age, life and love should not be so complicated. Severus gets up from the breakfast table, he decides to take a walk in the garden to think. He came home for advice, as always his father gave it to him straight up so to speak. How could I be so stupid and not realize that all this time I am doing the one thing my father just spoke about, failing my mate? Harry pushes and each time he does, I pull back. Shite, I even ran away under the guise of thinking. Fuck, am I an idiot or what?
A severe pain hits Severus so bad that he falls to his knees, so it has begun, he thinks to himself. Just from a small taste of my mates blood, I hunger for him. He did not expect it to happen so quickly. No other blood will suffice, the longer he stays away, the more severe the pains and the hunger will become. A donor's blood will only hold off the pain, he will not be able to hide this from his parents if he stays in his home realm for too long. If he goes too long without feeding from his mate he risks becoming feral. I just need a couple more days, even though time moves differently here. I just need a couple more days.
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Albus Dumbledore sits at the Head Table observing the professors and students. This is his kingdom, which he rules with an iron fist. This is where no one questions his word. Here he is God. But as with all gods, he craves more. He wants to rule and have every realm bowing at his feet. Men, women, witches, wizards, kings and queens bowing and doing his will. Dumbledore looks around and watches his students eating, talking and laughing with each other. The professors who believe they are teaching to the future leaders of the Wizarding world. Dumbledore chuckles to himself and thinks about all the plans he set forth years ago. Wars he started, lives he has taken all to make his dreams and goals come to fruition. He knows that there are obstacles to come and that others that will try and stop him but Dumbledore does not care; they are of no consequences to him. For now, he will sit back and watch as the world crumbles. And in the ashes, he will rise as its savior and its god.
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One week has passed since Severus left and Harry has used that time to think. Severus was right when he said they needed time apart. He did not realize the things he would have to give up and accept in order to become Severus’s mate. Harry is not sure he is willing to give up his parents; granted he and his father do not get along but he is his father none the less. Harry walks down the corridor deep thought and almost bumps into Professor Malfoy.
“Hello Professor.”
“Potter, how are you?”
Harry does not answer his best friend’s father, instead he asks after Severus. “Have you spoken to him? Is he ok?”
“No, and I don’t think I will unless there is an issue.” Professor Malfoy answers him. “But I can guarantee you that he is fine, Mr. Potter, no need for you to worry after his care.”
Harry sighs and slumps against the wall beside him, “I did what he asked me to do in his letter. I thought about everything and even though I will have to leave all this behind, I find that I need him in my life.”
Professor Malfoy does not say anything and Harry thinks the other man left him alone. “Severus is an idiot, he is my friend but he is a complete idiot.”
“Don’t call him that!” Harry defends his mate. “I thought he was your friend?” For some strange reason since Severus left Harry finds that he is ready to fight and curse anyone that speaks ill of his mate.
“He is but that doesn’t mean he isn’t an idiot,” Professor Malfoy says taking Harry by the hand and hurriedly pulling him down the hall. “How long have you been wearing glamours to hide the effects?” He asks Harry. Harry wants to pretend that he does not know what the older man is referring to. But two days ago, he noticed a few changes in his appearance. His skin has become pale, his hair lengthened and he has started to wear it in a neat braid. His eyes though still green have a purplish hue to it. And although he prides himself on being a vegetarian, he craves meat, the bloodier it is the better. They reach their destination and Professor Malfoy pushes the door open without knocking. “A couple of days, why?” he answers the older man as he calls out Professor Riddle’s name.
“Marvolo!” He calls out. “We have a problem.”
Professor Riddle enters the room with a book in his hand, dressed in black slacks and a button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Luc, what the hell did you do now and why is Potter standing in my living room?”
Professor Malfoy stands to the side and pushes Harry in front of him. “This is why,” with the flick of his wand Professor Malfoy cancels Harry’s now weakening glamor. All that Harry was trying to hide now is exposed for the two men to see.
Professor Riddle gasps, “Holy Shite!”
Confused, Harry looks between them not sure what to do or say. He feels as if he’s a monkey in a zoo and the two men are waiting for him to some neat trick. “Do you think Severus knows?” Professor Malfoy asks.
Professor Riddle shakes his head, still looking at Harry in astonishment, “No, I don’t thinks so but how the hell did he end up here?” He says pointing to Harry.
“I don’t know, but one thing's for sure he has not fully come into his inheritance. How could we have not known?” Professor Malfoy says. “Their mating changes everything, Marvolo!”
That’s it thinks Harry, they are are talking about him and not to him. “Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on!?” He yells, Harry does not notice the change in his voice or the fact that he has claws digging into his palms. Both men stop talking and stare at him, “I realize that you two are my professors and know a lot but I am not a child. Yes, I have been keeping my new appearance a secret. It is because I have no idea what I am changing into and why it is happening now. But what the hell does my new appearance have to do with Severus and me being mates?”
“Harry, before we answer your questions, we need you to answer one for us.”
Harry huffs irritated by both men but his curiosity wins out. “Fine, I will answer you if I can.”
“What other changes have you experienced in the past couple of days?”
Harry answers and tells them about the fact he is craving raw meat and has been sneaking into the kitchen to eat it when nobody's looking. He is quick to anger, especially when anyone tries to bad mouth Severus, and lastly he has new markings that appeared on his arms, shoulders and down his back in the shape of the letter “V”. Harry tells them he knows what the words say but not what they mean. The fact that he can smell things better than before, his eyesight has improved and he can see things a lot farther than before. At odd times of the day he finds himself growling at things that bother him rather than using his words. “I feel more like an animal than a human being,” he finishes. While he spoke, Harry watched the reactions of both men to everything he tells them, Lucius begins to pace the room and Marvolo’s eyes bulge with everything he says. He has never seen such a reaction from the two men before, usually they are stoic in every situation.
Professor Malfoy stops mid pace, “Harry, you said you can read the markings on your body. C-can you tell us what they say?”
Harry shifts his purple green eyes between both men, he opens his mouth, ready to argue but Professor Marvolo stops him. “Please Harry, it is important.”
Harry relents, “Fine.” He rolls up his shirt sleeve like Professor Riddle and shows them the markings. “On my right arm,” he lifts it up to show them, “it says ‘Of royal blood’ and on my left it says, ‘Of royal line.’” Harry stops before he says anything else. The markings on his back do not say anything but he feels they represent something different. He snaps his head up when he hears someone gasp. Harry turns and looks at the door he did not hear open to see Severus standing there with a look of shock on his face.
Harry takes a step forward to greet his mate but the other man takes a step back and yells, “Don’t fucking touch me, you lying little bastard. I should kill you where you stand!”
Hurt and angry, he begins to growl and gnash his teeth together, ready to fight his mate, even though he has no idea why. He has no idea his appearance has completely changed from a beautiful young man to that of a cross between a demon and wolf, including fangs. Harry and Severus are about to lunge at each other when someone yells through the fog of anger. “Severus, stop! He doesn’t know what he is!”
Both Harry and Severus ignore the voice and lunge, fangs, nails, and claws clashing together. Sounds of growls, snarls and clothes ripping can be heard as Lucius and Marvolo try their best to not get caught between the two. Harry sinks his fangs into the nearest flesh he can find, drawing blood into his mouth and tries not to enjoy the taste. Somehow, Severus grabs Harry by the neck and throws him across the room. Harry hits the wall with such a force that he is knocked unconscious before he can attack again.
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Severus runs a shaky hand through his hair, how could he do that to Harry? Oh fuck, oh fuck, he chants in his mind. His mate is a Mac Tíre Hibrideach. Severus decided after speaking with his parents to return back to the Magick world and face his mate. His hunger for Harry’s blood only grows stronger with each passing moment; he fears it will not be long before the hunger lust consumes him.. It is the right thing to do. Yet, it was a shock when he opened the door to Marvolo’s private suite to see Harry standing there but instead of his normal look, he had the face of a Mac Tíre Hibrideach. His anger took over and all he could think was to kill the interloper with his mate’s face. In his haze, he hurt his mate and Severus cannot believe could lose himself enough to hurt Harry. Severus gaze down at his sweet mate lying on Marvolo’s couch, unconscious and unaware of the guilt he feels, scratch marks and a handprint mar his mate’s beautiful skin. He hopes that he will be able to explain his actions to Harry, if only he knew why he reacted that way in the first place. With this new development it changes so many things for him and Harry and also the war between their kind. What the hell is he going to do now? If a wizard is involved, it proves that the Lamia’s and the Mac Tíre Hibrideach now have a common enemy. The bigger question is who the hell will die for bringing Prince Lysander Greyback to the world of Magicks?
TBC!!
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