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Through the eyes of a Serpent	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12067 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
"Tui gratia Iovis gratia sit cures" - By the grace of jupiter be healed.

"Tui gratia lovis, gratia sit cures. Et sanata est , et redditus" - "same as above for first part" Be cured and restored

"Du súdavar freohr, Du namar aorboda" - Banish the nameless shadow of Death

Chapter Text
The items spun and twirled in the air, with the two smaller items circling around the piece of the dragons horn. After a while the vial opened and the liquid within snaked out before the container was discarded from the swirls of magic. Twisting and curling in the air the liquid seemed to get a feel of the bone.

Alvador moved his hands in a wide circular motion above and beneath the floating items. The red liquid pulled together, bubbling and twisting as it shrunk into itself, only to stretch out into a long and narrow crystal. Once more Alvador moved his hands along the length of the bone, as magic crackled from the tips of the undeads fingers, mixing in with the powers of the ingredients, coaxing them to meld together.

The red shard floated lazily around the bone, slowly drawing in closer to it. Upon the initial touch of bone and crystal there was a mild shock-wave, one powerful enough to rattle the shelves and jar Aiolos into moving in closer to Harry with his own wand out and at the ready while his eyes remained fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

One more swipe of bony hands, a crackle of raw magic later and the crystal sank into the bone as if it were liquid. As the two pieces melded together the length of bone flipped around so it now stood on it's point, the air around it wavering was shadows reached up from all around it following the motions of the liches hands. Said lich narrowing his eyes as he watched, and felt the air and shadows waver around the wand-in-the-making, but still he kept pouring his magic out to bend and mold the materials only to regret it a moment later.

It could of taken moments longer or even decades, and yet none of the three men within the shop could of been prepared for when the wand suddenly burst in flames and lashing shadows. The initial burst caught the liches hands and burnt the decaying flesh clean off, leaving naught but blackened bone in their wake.

The shadows lashed out like blades, further fraying the front of Alvadors robes as they went. A stray flicker of flame, or so Aiolos presumed it to be, shot out towards him and Harry, only to be repelled by a quick flick of Aiolos'wand, deflected to the side to leave a burnt spot on the floor.

Harry watched, completely mesmerized by the spectacle, as Alvador grit his teeth to bear with the creation, yet never did the undeads expression of utmost glee waver or flicker in the least, even as his flesh was burnt and clothes frayed.

Only when the flash of fire was diverted did Harry snap out of his pseudo-trance, his emerald-colored eyes turning up to glance at the man next to him taking in the thin line into which the mans lips had turned, the obvious twitching at the mans jaw as he stood ready to keep the teen from harms way.

The flames and shadows danced still like a chaotic tornado, the roar of the flames almost deafening, the shadows forming different shapes within the swirl of destruction. Another set of gestures, a quietly murmured incantation and a crackle of magic had the Phoenix eye stone darting into the flames to zig and zag along the length of bone, as if in search of where to settle.

Circling around the wider base of the bone the stone stopped in it's frantic motions, merely spinning there idly before raising up to press against the base. The flames and shadows burst once more as they began pulling and twisting at the bone and stone, working at creating a socket for the stone and shaping said stone to fit perfectly.

When the stone was set the flames and shadows began swirling rapidly around the bone, pressing in close to it forcing it into shape. When the spiraling fire's and darkness finally vanished, just as suddenly as they had burst out, the fully finished wand was left to hover half a foot above the counter.

The previously curved and twisted piece of bone was now straight as an arrow with a sharp tip that gradually widened towards the base, but even at it's thickest it was only about the width of a thumb.

Right above the handle there was a carving of a dragon's head, with it's jaws clenched down on the shaft of the want. The carving had a pair of majestic horns crowning it's head, reaching an inch back towards the handle with one of the horns slightly shorter, almost as if it had been broken. The smooth handle of the wand was narrower at both ends and slightly thicker at the center before shrinking down to the very end.

At the end of the wand the multi-colored gem glinted in the light, securely held in place by a taloned paw of sorts, one that was far too delicate to belong to a dragon, perhaps a bird of some sort, but that was beside the point.

All three watched as the eighteen and a half inch long piece of polished, smooth bone and glinting jewel hovered in place, all of them able to feel the power flowing through the instrument all on it's own, but onyl one of them could hear the whispered call coming from it.

Alvador rubbed his hand's together, the exposed bones grinding against one another as he did so before he reached for the wand, only to halt suddenly, the undeads eyes going from sickly yellow to murky for a moment before the being pulled back, or more so leaped away from the wand thus garnering the attention of Aiolos and harry alike.

”Something the matter Alvador...” Aiolos inquired, knitting his brows together beneath the blindfold as he studied the lich, who was running his skeletal hands over his face, releasing a breath that was both unnecessary and unknowingly held.

”Y-yeah....I'm just going to feel sorry for the poor bastard who manages to land a disarming spell on thine wee lad.” Alvador said after a while, his grin back as he looked over to Harry and gestured for the wand.

”Don't worry little one, the wand just will not let anyone else touch it....the dragon you've befriended left a piece of himself behind...TRULY a magnificent surprise.”

Harry had taken a step back as the lich recoiled from the wand, watching the two interacting for while before he took a few cautious steps forward, halting when the lich spoke directly to him. Harry stole a glance back at Aiolos, whos till stood tense and at the ready, but did flash that wicked smile of his and gestured for him to go forward.

”I am not worried about myself, nowhere near as much as I am about your current state of well-being.” Harry announced stiffly as he straightened himself out fully.

Upon reaching the counter Harry had to stop for a moment and look at the ominous looking thing that hovered there, waiting for him to claim it, or so it looked like to both Alvador and Aiolos alike while the truth was entirely different.. The closer Harry got to the wand, the clearer the whispered words became, until now within touching range harry could hear them clearly.

None of my brethren will dare touch you, for as long as you wield the wand made of this. No fire will ever burn you for that is the will of Deimos the Lord of Fire. That is my will, and this is a gift for Mehn Looveyd, Harry.

The phrase spoken when the horn was broken and given. Words spoken without a trace of deceit to be found. The very words that sent a tickling warmth to spread from Harry's core all the way around to the tips of each and every individual thread of hair.

With a smile on his face Harry reached for the wand and closed it around the hilt. Where Aiolos had expected a rush of power to surge out along with flames that'd threaten to incinerate the boy, the man felt oddly elated that nothing like it happened. Alvador, on the other hand had no expectations, he was just grinning in glee as he watched and waited for what was to happen, yet when nothing happened the lich couldn't help but to feel a little deflated about it.

Harry just kept on smiling, he heard the quietly murmured words for a moment longer before they died out, and as they did something else happened. A calm pulse of magic surged out from the wand, brushing over everything within the store and a moment later three shapes, two of fire and one of shadows, crawled out from the tip of the wand.

The first one to take shape was a small, flaming dragon that soared along the length of the wand, circling it calmly while another flaming shape followed it, this one a bird. The last one to emerge, bathed in impenetrable darkness was the figure of a bat that fluttered along behind the dragon and the bird

The trio flew their way down along the length of the wand, spiraling around it all the way to the hand that held it only to glide along it the length of the arm all the way to the shoulder before diving down the length of Harry's torso vanishing into the boys pocket. A short while later brought the re-emergence of the trio, but this time they were mere rings around the purple stone while they levitated it up and towards the wand.

Harry watched, once more mesmerized, as the stone was levitated to the wand stopping to hover about half an inch above the snout of the Dragon's head carving. Where the stone hovered the bone began to writhe and slowly pull apart until there was a hole big enough for the stone to levitate right through it

The stone halted when it was in the dead center of the hole and the three rings expanded slightly, splitting off into several more rings in the process. When the rings, or mesh as it now was, touched the bone they solidified almost instantly thus forming a containing mesh of bone around the crystal, keeping it secure with only a hint of it's glow emanating through the tiny holes.

”Magnificent! Now little one, try out a spell, any spell will do and we'll see the two of you connect.” Alvador instructed from behind the counter, bony arms spread above his head and fingers bent to add to the sort of creepiness surrounding him.

”I'm not sure that is wise little one, you've already been through a lot and your reserves are nearly depleted.” Aiolos interjected, while reaching his wandless hand out to the boy.

”I'll be fine, trust me.” Harry said with a smile, flicking his wand carefully, feeling the power within it humm in anticipation, watching as Aiolos halted to consider and eventually nod while remaining at the ready.

Harry closed his eyes and went through the spells he knew, trying to pick one that would best work here. His thoughts diverted as he heard the deep baritone of the Dragon he had spoken with earlier talking, he couldn't quite hear what was said, only fragments here and there.

Mentions of pain, deformity and anguish were the most prominent words to reach through, but also words of encouragement, affection and restoration, and before the voice could entirely vanish to the aether Harry could make out an incantation echoing in the distance.

Opening his eyes and looking at his wand, watching the light glinting off of the smooth surface and the purple glow coming from the cage. Harry drew in a breath and held it for a moment before flicking his wand again to awaken the low hum of power again.

"Tui gratia Iovis gratia sit cures" Harry chanted quietly when he released the breath he had been holding, his wand moving in a small sweeping gesture.

When the swipe was brought to a finish there was a low thrum of power that swept over the entire store, causing Alvador to chuckle and lean in closer while his sickly eyes remained trained upon the boy. After a while there was another thrum of power, but not from the wand, but rather from all around and where the power had washed out before now it swept back in like a calm wind.

Following the wind came a dim, ghastly glow that seeped up from the floor-boards and from beneath Aiolos'clothes. Slowly the wispy tendrils of energy began gathering around Harry, slowly swirling like gentle flames in the wind as they gathered and pooled above Harry's chest for the most part.

With only a few wisps of green energy floating about the orb of green began sinking into Harry's chest, beating in tune with the boys heart and with each beat the wisps began slithering in.

Through the glamour they went, causing the spell of waver and flicker while they scoped out all the injuries that required healing. While the tendrils of magic slithered and worked a quiet echo of the incantation made itself more noticed with each second. First would come the words that Harry had spoken, but when the teens incantation ended another resume.

”Tui gratia lovis, gratia sit cures. Et sanata est , et redditus” Was the entire litany, the two voices mixing and mingling as they echoed through the place with the following incantation was spoken by a deeper voice, one that also held an edge of femininity to it

It wasn't until the incantation could be heard clearly that things took a turn for the worse. As the last wisp of magic sunk through the glamour to begin the process of healing that there was a loud wail of pure agony ripping through the air.

Quickly two sets of covered eyes turned to the source of it, only to widen in surprise and shock at what they saw.

Behind the counter was Alvador, but instead of his casual grinning self he was now flailing about, knocking items off of the counter and the shelves beneath it as green and blue flames erupted all around him sporadically. The flames burned and tore at the lich, ripping away chunks of flesh that turned to ash before vanishing. Bone chipped where the flames touched them only to be regrown by the undeads own power.

Harry was stunned into silence, the spell long since out of his control, he had felt it slip from him just before it became too heavy to handle, and now it was bringing agony to the lich. Wide green eyes looked on in horror at flesh was torn clean off, the boys ears ringing with the tormented shrieks of the injured being.

What struck a nerve in Harry to stun so completely, weren't so much the echoing shrieks of agony, but rather what he saw whenever the flames would flicker and burst, casting a shadow onto the wall. Behind the flailing lich, Harry could swear he saw a shadowy figured with horns adorning it's head standing behind the male. Clawed fingers slashing at the lich while talon tipped wings hacked and cut. Wherever claws or talons would strike flames burst out, ripping at the tissue.

The sight of two burning forest-green eyes looking right at him made certain that what Harry saw...was not an illusion in any way, yet neither Aiolos nor Alvador seemed to notice it's existence over there. Holding the eye-contact with the figure, Harry could hear a whisper in his mind, this one spoken in flawless parseltongue in the softest most voices ever heard by the teen.

You are in danger here....leave now while I can keep this filth at bay....go now...find your Loohveyd....

Aiolos couldn't believe his eyes , for one he couldn't believe Harry to wield that much power to actually harm the lich with a spell meant for healing and second he didn't think that anything could harm the lich in the first place. Taking a quick look at Harry and finding the boy frozen still, seemingly unable to and unwilling to move in the least, Aiolos moved into action to aid his friend.

Wand slashing through the air as Aiolos attempted to control the wayward magic to better control the damage before casting a solid body-bind on the flailing lich to better contain him. Stepping back Aiolos flicked and swished his wand, murmuring quietly under his breath, repeating the words Negare Magicae with each motion of his wand.

It took Aiolos a moment, but he managed to to extinguish the flames, but at the same time he effectively undid his own spell, which caused the exhausted lich to fall into a heap on the ground where he proceeded to try and gather himself up without the aid of magic, the very force that sustained his physical appearance as a whole.

Harry had watched, both in shock and in awe as Aiolos rushed into action. Wand slashing through the air in practiced motions, and that was just about all Harry could see before his vision began to blurr and a sensation of weightlessness over-took him while the world began to tilt to the left. It wasn't until he made contact with the floor, mere seconds before his vision and mind submitted to the lure of exhaustion, that Harry realized that it wasn't the world that was tilting....He had been falling down to crash on the floor.

Aiolos turned just in time to see Harry leaning precariously to the side before his knees gave under him, sending the boy towards the ground. With barely enough time to fully turn to Harry and go help the boy, Aiolos had cast his last spell to cushion the fall. Aiolos rushed across the shop, grouching briefly to pick-up the wand as it clattered on the ground.

”You foolish little boy! This isn't the way to build any form of trust!” Aiolos half-heartedly scolded the unconscious boy as he knelt down to carefully examine him.

It was only after the he had made sure that harry hadn't dislocated anything on his fall, that Aiolos realized that the glamour had been undone, mainly because he could see that lightning bolt scar decorating the boys forehead. Where it had been almost raw-looking before, now the last wisps of magic glowed bright along the edges of the scar, while the mark itself seemed to bubble, as if it were hot tar and not flesh.

Making a mental note to have it looked up while he had Harry checked for the effects of Thena's spell-work, Aiolos gently scooped the boy up onto his arms, cradling Harry against hsi chest as he stood up and looked over to the counter where the lich had managed to pull himself up anew.

”I'm taking the boy home now and so help me if you EVER pull these kinds of tricks again at the expense of my family..I will end you.” Aiolos growled, his entire facial expression speaking volumes about the man's distress and worry, as well as fury.

”Duly noted....Until we meet again.” Alvador's voice echoed from where he stood, the damaged, sickly yellow orbs that were his eyes glinting with malicious glee as he watched the gorgon and that extraordinary boy of his march out of his store.

As the door to the store slammed shut and began melting back into the shadows, Aiolos could hear the maniacal cackling of the lich before he began trudging his way back home. While he walked the gorgon couldn't help, but to blame himself for the events that took place, he should of acted, been more demanding, yet even when he was almost certain that something awful would happen, he had let Harry do what he wanted and had failed to protect the boy.

Once Aiolos managed to get them back to the manor safely, he had to stop at the gates to look through the various deliveries and the several attendants standing in wait there. Ignoring their puzzled looks in regards to the unconscious boy in his arms, instead instructing the people to where they should take the items, after promising them a proper compensation for their trouble.

After showing the room where the furniture was to be placed, as well as the closet space where the clothes would go and so forth, Aiolos took his leave of the attendants and went to his own room to tuc the boy in. While Harry's room would be fully habitable once the workers got everything down and re-sized the older man felt that it would be best if Harry slept in his room for the night, after all said room was located over a crossing of two streams of natural magic, it'd help the boy regenerate his own depleted magic.

”Sleep well little one.” Aiolos whispered quietly when he finished with tucking the covers around the sleeping teen.

Brushing aside a lock of hair, exposing the scar, which had returned to normal now, Aiolos leaned forward to place a small, chaste kiss on Harry's temple before scooting back and leaving stopping only at the door to take one last look at the teen, shaking his head slightly.

Once he had paid for the extra trouble of putting everything away, Aiolos sent the workers on their way, watching them leave through the wards, only then activating them fully to keep unwanted visitors away. With his back against the door Aiolos leaned against it heavily while running his hands over his face, sighing heavily onto them.

”No rest for the wicked.” Aiolos huffed while pushing himself away from the door and heading upstairs again, his steps heavy with fatigue.

Instead of heading off to his room, or any other to catch some shut eye, Aiolos headed off to Harry's room and looked it through, he'd move some things according to how Harry wanted later, but for now he would focus on the bed. Unwrapping a set of sheets, pillows, pillow-covers and blankets and began working from there. The amount of cursing and face-planting one can achieve when making a bed reached an all-time high when it came to this particular one.

While Aiolos was very capable of making his own bed, the difference here was HIS bed did not MOVE when he leaned against it to reach for a corner to tuc in. Whenever Aiolos would put any weight to any single point on the bed it would suddenly tilt, thus sending Aiolos face-first into the mattress and naturally the shift in weight made the bed tilt again sending Aiolos tumbling along it for a moment.

”AAARGH!!! You infernal contraption should burn in HELL!!” Aiolos shrieked out after the last tumble, the constant giggling and mocking hissing from his hair not helping any.

Deciding upon a new approach Aiolos sat himself on the middle of the bed and carefully worked the sheet on it. Once done with that Aiolos prepared the pillows and carefully tossed them to the end of the bed. Next Aiolos grabbed the prepared covers by the corners in one end and moved back to the end of the bed opposite from the pillows. With a few whip-like shakes and a reach later the covers were neatly in place and Aiolos stood there, hands at his hips while he admired his handiwork.

”See wasn't that difficult.” The longest, white snake hissed from it's perch on the mans shoulder.

”Shut up you...” Aiolos huffed, but otherwise remained unmoved by the commentary.

With the bed made, and a few of the smaller pieces of furniture moved to a supposedly good location Aiolos moved to the rest of the items. When the toiletries were placed where they belong in the ensuite and clothes arranged within the closet Aiolos took this as a moment to leave the room well-enough alone.

Darkness what a soothing balm for a weary mind it was, provided said mind wasn't overflowing with memories of things no-one should ever have to go through at a young age , those plagued with suppressed memories of the past tended to find those very images coming rushing back from all every direction.

One such mind now bathed in the turbulent darkness. Everywhere the senses went another shriek or a bellowing shout echoed from the memories that briefly flickered into view as ghostly images, and the longer the darkness continued the more prominent the voices and images became up-to the point where one might as well re-live them in fast forward.

The sound of uncle Vernon's voice boomed all around as it spouted endless insult and degrading comments all the while accompanied by the shrill voice of aunt Petunia telling him to do this and that, while never one to actively engage in physical punishment, she did threaten with it quite admirably. The images shifted anew to lonely dark nights spent curled under the stairs in a cupboard with hardly enough space for the cleaning equipment, little alone a growing child. Memories of huddling in the dark, twitching at the sound of a slightest creak of a floorboard, every flicker of light and shadow that made it's way from around the locked door.

”See boy, no one wants you around...you are worthless.” A distant and gravely voice echoed from somewhere amidst the chorus of insults.

”No....My...my friends...they always.....the Weasleys...” Harry tried to retort, distracted by his search for the source of the voice.

Try as he might Harry could not see anyone out of the ordinary to whom the voice could of belonged to, yet as he turned one last time there was a violent shove at his back that sent the boy falling through the images into a wild spiral of changing scenery.

Abruptly the spinning was halted, like a tidal-wave washing over a rocky shore. Once Harry gained his bearings he saw a familiar classroom, one that he always dreaded walking into. The walls were lined with shelves that held various books and jars and pouches, while the middle of the room housed several brewing stations. A horde of familiar faces slid about the image, their ghostly voices carrying the may insults that had been spoken over the years.

”You are a failure of a wizard....” The haunting voice spoke again, louder now than it had been. This time Harry felt himself flung off his feet to stumble over to the large cauldron at the end of the classroom well before he could retort to any of the statements.

An inky shadow slithered through from the cauldron sitting at the head of the class, reaching up to gather into a twisted image of the dreaded Severus Snape. Those black pits the image had for eyes were nailed onto Harry, pinning him place while deathly pale lips formed words and a booming voice carried them over all other. The image repeated every insult that had ever been heard from the man himself.

”Thoughtless, careless little child putting your friends in harms way.” The voice mocked again just moments before everything froze into a stand-still, even Harry himself.

With a sudden sound of glass shattering the ghostly Snape froze before crumbling to pieces, as did everything else around the boy. In place of the classroom was a recently familiarized room full of wands and crafting material and there behind the counter was the lich, once more writhing under the onslaught of the shadowy figure.

Each scream of pain multiplied by a thousand, to a point where they literally hurt to hear. Each swing of a wing and slash of claws accompanied by the sound of bone snapping and flesh ripping only adding to the macabre cacophony of sound. Time and time again the lich was made whole, only to be torn asunder by the horned, devilish being made out of darkness and green mist.

“Stop!! Please stop!!..." Harry pleaded from the ghostly images that floated around him. Meeting their hateful and resenting gazes where-ever he looked. Blissfully unaware of the ripples his distress was sending out through the veil of reality.

When it all became too much to handle, what with the cacophony of insults and the spinning, Harry collapsed onto the ground and instantly curled into a ball with his eyes closed tight. Meanwhile, his hands went to cover his ears to hopefully silence the voices.

It wasn't until Harry heard himself sob quietly that he moved his hands down, only to find himself moving forward. In hopes of finding out what was going on Harry opened his eyes, only to find himself face to face with the ghost of the almost-headless Nick and through him Harry could see the poor Creevey kid, both now frozen still.

”Open your eyes, witness the unmatched superiority of an ancient being.” The voice called out, a certain air of command seeping into every word.

Without his want or will Harry felt his eyes opening again to reveal new horrors, or so he thought. Harry was relieved to find no-one looking right at him, if only that joy would of lasted. A moment later there was a heavy thud from some distance away and Harry was met with the horror of Hermione falling on her side petrified like the others.

The shock of the revelation had Harry closing his eyes tight again, refusing to open them again. This time when Harry's eyes closed there were no insults or mockery from the voice, only a stone-cold cackle that echoed in the void. Yet as the nightmare would have it, he opened them again to find himself in the musty chamber of secrets once more.

”Right here and now, I will succeed in what I did not before, but instead of a pathetic second-grade witch, I will have you for a new body.” The voice stated calmly, just before the ghostly image of Tom Valedro Riddle, the younger one from his memories, walked into Harry's field of vision. In that instant Harry had to bring his left hand up to cover his forehead as a shot of searing pain shot thought it.

The sight of the man had Harry's blood freezing in his veins, his heart beating like it wanted to burst through the boys rib-cage. The malicious grin tugging at the corners of those thin lips, the wicked red glow within those eyes that kept looking right at him.

Harry laid on his back with his bleeding arm over his chest and his entire body feeling like it was being crushed and burned at the same time. But just as things seemed most grim, there was a bright flicker of fire just at the edges of Harry’s sight. Looking towards it Harry felt slightly relieved to find Fawkes swooping forward, yet he was puzzled when the bird itself was the same ghostly blue as the rest around him, but there was fire behind it.

As the bird landed on his arm and shed its tears, the flames that had come in behind it kept going, sweeping right through the ghostly image of a younger tom, who obviously hadn't expected such a thing himself. The moment those flames touched the image it was set in flames and devoured whole, said image flailing and hissing and shouting in agony before vanishing.

In the final burst of the flames, a moment after they vanished there stood a man. Clad in a black leather coat that had no sleeves and a deep red, almost crimson in shade, lining on the inside. Beneath the ajcket was worn a simple shirt and trousers, both fitting his physique admirably, but most notable of the being were his eyes, face and hair.

The hair at the sides of his head were braided into three braids on either side, with different jewels braided in there. The middle portion was left free, cut slightly and held standing up like a Mohawk of sorts. The hair at the back of the head, as well as the braids from the sides were united into a long braid that reached down to the back of the mans knees, which was quite a feed considering that the man stood ridiculously tall.

It was only at the sight of the beings eyes that something in the further recesses of Harry's mind clicked. Those golden orbs brought back a vivid memory of earlier, one that momentarily swept away the nightmare to surround the scenery with the sight of the mighty red dragon.

Deimos scanned his surroundings for a moment after he had manifested fully. The place felt familiar yet wrong at the same time as was to be expected really. He had been making his way from his hoard of treasure when he had a chill run through his entire being.

It was the kind of a chill that had nothing at all to do with nature, it was the kind you felt when someone close to you was in danger clouding all other thought but to protect them. That need was what drove Deimos to dive down into the thick of a forest below and shifting his form to better hide while he dealt with the issue. Why would a being as colossal as Deimos need to hide when he slept? Simply because he was vulnerable then, someone could get near and find a way to off with him. A risk best not taken.

Following the faint echo to it's source far away. Through the veil that separated the different dimensions from one another. While normally such a thing was not possible, the fact that Deimos had given his horn to the boy now held the connection open for them to use to familiarize with one another. Yet it also served to support the other like now as Deimos sent a part of himself, as much as the wavering connection could handle.

Deimos set his gaze upon Harry taking in his curled position, and immediately the dragon could feel a cold ache settle in his chest.

”Hush now mehn Looveyd, rest easy lend these horrors not a second of your time.” Deimos murmured softly while he began advancing towards the huddled figure. Occasionally flicking his hands left and right shattering the ghostly images that floated about with a burst of fire, slowly driving them away from tormenting Harry.

Harry's only response to the dragons words was to simply curl-up tighter while still holding his ears. Yet his eyes remained open and watching the dragon advance and flicking fire this way and that to chase away the memories. The way the flashes of fire danced over Deimos'figure made the man look like some form of a vengeful angel, yet something about the man assured Harry of the fact that he, himself was in no real danger there.

With a last flick of his hand Deimos sent the ghostly image flying away to vanish in the darkness, leaving the two alone with only the faint echo of the memories ringing in their ears. Slowly Deimos brought himself gown to crouch nearby, resting his arms over his knees in a casual pose while a smile made itself present on the mans face.

With each step that Deimos came closer Harry felt more secure. With each flick of the mans hand Harry could feel his sanity and mental control returning. With each banished nightmare Harry could feel his scar throbbing, and not in a nice way either.

”That's it Harry....calm down....you are in control in here.” Deimos crooned softly. While his voice remained calm and gentle, his brows did furrow in worry.

Where Harry's entire being was made of blue mist, very much like a ghost, there was one thing that caused worry to flare within the dragon anew. The lightning bolt scar that marred Harry's forehead seemed to ooze ink, while something seemed to stir beneath it.

At Harry's whine of discomfort Deimos reached his right hand out to soothe only to find himself air-borne all of a sudden as something lashed out at him, but all of that was irrelevant as the most heart-wrenching of sounds echoed in the dragons ears. The pained shriek of his looveyd echoing in the endless darkness as something tore out of him.

Deimos spun in the air for a while before thudding onto the ground, rolling along it like a rag-doll. Sprawled there without moving a muscle the dragon waited, he listened and felt to his surroundings.

There had been a ripple that shook the entire dream-realm when whatever it was that had come from the scar had made itself known. The very air felt heavy with the sort of maliciousness no-one, especially an eleven year-old should ever carry.

”This host is MINE, begone outsider.” A cold, gravely voice demanded from all around them, yet focused near Harry.

Deimos pushed himself up, taking his time to swipe himself clean of imaginary dust and to straighten his clothes before looking at the new obstacle.

Harry laid motionless on his back on the ground, with his eyes hazed over as they looked up at the thing above. There above Harry floated a shapeless mass of black tendrils that emitted a sickly green mist. They slithered and squirmed over one another in an endless cycle, occasionally revealing a fleshy thing amidst the writhing mass.

”Yours? I think not, you're here uninvited, a parasite feeding off of the pure and the innocent.” Deimos said, his voice carrying his annoyance in an added rumble. Like the snarl of a large beast when disturbed.

”Pure...innocent? A leech? Do you not know a Dark Lord when you see one.” The writhing mass mocked while it took a more solid form of a face and head...one without a nose and an eery red glow for eyes.

”Yes, quite so.” Deimos replied in that same, stony tone of voice from before, rumbling deeply at the end.

Before the entity could utter another word Deimos lift his gaze from Harry. The moment those anger filled eyes of the dragon landed on the source of his anger, flames erupted around the dragon, the darkness rippling again.

”I am so sorry mehn Looveyd, I will do my best to deal with this filth as swiftly as possible.” Deimos whispered softly, unsure whether or not Harry could hear him.

No longer than had those words parted from the dragons lips and there was a burst of that sickly green wisp headed straight towards the arrogant being. The only thing that Deimos did was turn his head towards it, while raising his left hand in a casual sweeping gesture.

Once the wisp-like surge hit the back of the dragon's hand a loud booming sound was heard mere moments before the wisp was sent careening elsewhere to disperse harmlessly. Stranding straight at his full height with his head tilted back in challenge Deimos waited for the parasite to act again.

With a frustrated snarl the red of the beings eyes flashed and several wisps of shrieking, green energy were sent forward only to be flicked aside as before. While Deimos had no real difficulty deflecting the bolts of energy, he did feel them growing in power with each and every one and a quick glance down to his looveyd revealed why.

Through the thin sliver of black energy connected to Harry's forehead Deimos watched his looveyd's energy slowly sapping away to feed the parasite. With each drainage the visage of Harry grew far more transparent and the dream-world shook and cracked, all thing that were alarming enough.

Stepping aside from another bolt of energy Deimos moved his hands, like a weave would. Bright red energy followed the trailing hands as the dragon murmured words unheard of by neither of the beings in the realm with him.

”Du súdavar freohr, Du namar aorboda” The dragon's baritone voice echoed in the solitude. The red energy swirling and hissing as it moved ever faster. Like a dancer on stage Deimos stepped and slid to avoid being hit by the blasts. The ones that were well aimed were met by the seal hanging at the end of the dragons braid.

With a final flick of his hands Deimos halted entirely and sent the gathered energy out. The glowing red chains of magic snapped and cracked as they slithered through the air to begin wrapping around the dark mass. Where-ever a green wisp touched the chains they broke, only to begin growing again like the head of a hydra, cut one and two will replace it.

Try as it might the black mass could do nothing to stop the red chains from circling it fully, breaking away the darkness that had accumulated wherever the chains touched it. Little by little the black mass shrunk away, devoured by the burning chains as they squeezed and banished the unwanted material until only the core of the curse remained. With a loud crack the chains froze and the link between Harry and the curse was broken. Slowly the chains began morphing into a crystalline surface around the root of the issue.

Deimos watched on as the spell finished it's task, his golden eyes remaining locked on the fleshy, shapeless thing within the cocoon. Stepping in close Deimos grouched by his looveyd, taking a moment to look at the nearly blackened image feeling his chest almost crashing in on itself from grief at the sight.

”I know not what you are, and while I lack the power to properly deal with you now you should know this.....I will find you....and I will destroy every last particle of you and your kind.” Deimos snarled low in his throat as he took the crystal, holding it between his index finger and thumb for a while before conjuring flames to wrap around the crystal, forming a sort of a miniature sun around around it before Deimos would cast it aside.

Without missing a beat Deimos knelt by the weary looking visage that lay huddled on the ground, his features adorning a look of sadness at the sight. Carefully Deimos reached out with one hand towards Harry's shoulder, while the other slid to the other side to gently grasp the boys waist. Despite the ghostly visage Deimos was able to slide the partially conscious boy over to his lap to be cradled tight.

”I'm sorry little one....I should of acted sooner.” Deimos murmured quietly while he held the most precious of beings to him as close as he could without crushing him.

Whether or not Harry heard or understood anything said to him, he did respond to the sad tone of voice, the gentle warmth radiating from all around him by turning slightly to get more contact with it. The comfort that came with the warmth and quiet murmurs of a soothing voice were a blessing after the sort of dreams he had before, so Harry wasn't about to waste the opportunity especially since the coldness that had taken a hold of him was slowly ebbing away.

”The fuel of my fire...the light of my life...my weakness, my everything, draw on my energy to replenish your own and never forget that I will be here...always within reach.” Deimos said after a while, his voice a touch happier, lighter now that he had felt the bundle in his arms curl and press closer.

Bringing himself lower still Deimos closed his eyes and brought his lips against Harry's forehead, right on the spot where the corruption had clawed out from. From the contact Deimos poured forward the remains of the power he had managed to bring along the fickle connection, letting it all pour out and into the one that meant more to him than all the treasures in the multiverse.

Harry felt comfortable, safe in where-ever he was at the moment. His grasp on his surroundings had gone quite blurry towards the end of the chaotic barrage of nightmares and possession attempts, yet he was aware enough to take notice of something soft and moist pressing against his forehead, right on his aching scar and that is when he was hit by the biggest rush ever that had his heart beating fast and blood rushing in such a way that all he could hear was it's flow.

It felt like having magma poured into your veins, yet it didn't burn only warmed. Each nerve within Harry sparked to life, making him extremely aware of where he was and how. Green eyes widened at the sight of a bare throat right there, while his hands clasped tight into the thick leather of the coat as the rest of him grew tense while the lingering effects of the drainage was chased away by the roaring fire within him.

When the contact against his forehead ended Harry took a closer look of the face that was brought into view, the smile on it was enough to bring out a small one to Harry's lips as well. Ignoring the fact that the man with the long braid, odd outfit and gentle features was almost fully transparent

”Time to awaken little one, but fear not...Nightmares won't bother you the next time you lay your head and close those beautiful eyes of yours.” Deimos said while the hand he had held onto harry's shoulder slid over to run his fingers through the thick mess of ghostly hair, just wondering what it'd be like to card his fingers through it for real.

Harry had barely even leaned against the tickling touch at the back of his head when the source of warmth he was on suddenly vanished, leaving behind only specks of red to flutter around him. Before he could even think more of it Harry felt his entire being shake and the darkness around took on different hues of blurry light before the darkness of dreams was chased away and the world opened unto him anew.

When his sights came to Harry had to blink a couple of times to make sure that what he saw was real. The room he was in was all, but demolished. Bedside table was clear across the room by the door, said door had been blasted inside, odd considering how everything else seemed to have scattered outwards and away from him. Clothing that had been in the closer were now scattered about the walls, some hanging from toppled furniture and some were even hanging from the chandelier, a pair of underwear to be precise. Beyond the complete disorder of things there were slight burns to be noted dotting the walls, floor and ceiling alike.

Looking to his left Harry was greeted with the worried face of Aiolos, who was holding onto his shoulders firmly. From the look of things Aiolos hadn't slept well at all, which made Harry wonder exactly HOW long had he been out of it in his dream world of horrors.

”Thank the gods you're alright....” Aiolos breathed out in relief before letting go of Harry's shoulders and sitting back onto his haunches.

”Y-yea...just a really...really bad dream.” Harry murmured quietly while bringing his hands up to rub at his eyes

”Do you want anything...water? Milk?...something to eat?” Aiolos inquired while looking the boy over. Harry seemed to be alright, although a while back Aiolos could of sworn he was trying to rouse a corpse, that's how bad things had gotten.

”No...just sleep.” Harry mumbled, fiddling with the edge of the corver for a while before looking over to the man who was scooting away. ”Could you...stay?..just in case, please....” Harry almost pleaded, not trusting the words of a comforting dream-thing to be able to completely chase away the nightmares.

”Of course, but in the morning I'm taking you to see Madam Jikitti, just to make sure everything is alright.” Aiolos said as he climbed into the bed, clad in only a pair of thin pants and a white shirt.

Harry only nodded slightly, already feeling ready to pass out by the time Aiolos had managed to pull his cover over and had settled down with one arm across his own chest, the other held elevated in case Harry felt like being close.

While normally Harry might of shied away from such a proposition, in his drowzy state of thoughtlessness he just scooted close on his side and laid his head on the older ones shoulder. Harry felt Aiolos dropping his arm over to securely hold the boy close, and even some of the snakes slithered over to offer their own hugs and for that Harry fell asleep with a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

For a while Aiolos simply watched Harry sleep, waiting for the maelstrom to begin anew, but when it didn't come Aiolos relaxed slightly and just kept holding the boy like any parent would a child until sleep claimed him too.
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