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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Are they out there?"
"Oh, yes, Damien, they're out there, and they are jealous as hell." A slow grin began to twist the Peverell Potter brothers' lips as they continued to search, and then Harry lifted his hand to point.
Following his brother's pointed finger, he saw his lover slipping out of the shadows of a building, looking up at their window with narrowed eyes, a frown on his face. He was fingering two of his blades.
Roark chuckled softly. "We're going to have some explaining to do when we next see them. You realize that, brother mine?"
"Um...mm," Harry hummed as Rabastan stepped up beside his brother, he too was fingering one of his weapons as he looked up at their window.
"You are both aware," Sebastien said as he moved to Roark's right side, looking down at the two black leather-clad men. "Hum...mm, they ARE incredibly handsome...and deadly dangerous. No wonder you too are so drawn to them. To finish my first thought, you are both aware that we are going to want to have a few words with the both of them once this is over?"
"Alone," Greyson moved up beside Harry, looking down at the two deeply frowning Terminators.
They both turned their heads to look at them. "Of course you will," Harry said wryly.
"Damn you Durin's and your protective instincts," Roark said as he leaned into Sebastien, felt his arm slip around him to hug him.
"Can't help who we are, Demon Imp," he told him.
"That we can't. We've always been an extremely protective bunch of the people we love, and we love the two of you," Alexei said in an affectionate tone.
"We know. That's why it's almost like having a second family."
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Ethan spread several thickly padded workout mats on the floor in the middle of the room as Roan moved to the room's control panel on the wall near the door. Opening it, he set the shielding to maximum, then set a couple of other things, before closing it and returning to them, nodding to Ethan.
"Right then, Roark," Ethan began, "let's take a seat. Get as comfortable as you can, but before we begin to do anything we're going to ask you a few questions."
"Questions?" he asked, removing his boots and taking a seat in the center of the room, forming a circle. He followed their lead by folding his legs, his wrists on his knees, palms facing up, back straight.
: Close your eyes, : Roan spoke softly into his mind. : Take slow, even breaths. Calm your heartbeat...clear your mind...There is nothing you need to worry about right now. : He fell silent, watching him do as told. "Good. That's it, just relax. There is nothing in your mind. Clear of all thought...of worry, fear, anger. Good, Roark. Very good."
: When did you first notice that you were losing control of your magic? : came Ethan's question, shifting a bit so that his left knee touched Roark's right, then Roan shifted so that his knees were touching Roark's and his brothers. : Tell us what led to it happening. :
Leaving his eyes closed, he thought back to when he had first lost his temper, and then control of his magic. : The first time it happened was in Ardyn's office, : he answered, using telepathy as well. "He was treating me the same way everyone else did since graduating from the Academy. Like I was a child playing a game at being a Colonial Warrior...a Counter-Intelligence Officer. He was treating Harry pretty much the same, only not quite to the extent he was me. He'd made us...angry. I was becoming more and more so as every centon {minute} passed. Slowly, that anger turned to fury at his attitude to our having been sent there. He was refusing to read the reports, instead wanting us to tell him everything that had happened on Virgon. :
Twin dark brows rose at the exact same moment, both mental and actual brows. : And why would that bother you so much? Your first debriefing with Dad, with the other Admiral's, then the President and the Council of Twelve was all verbal. :
: I know, : came softly. : and honestly, I don't know why it bothered me so much. Didn't understand why his treatment infuriated me so. It was nothing I hadn't been dealing with since I entered the Academy at fourteen yahren {year}. He was making it clear he didn't want us there, that he was determined to get us off Aquaria by the end of the day. Even after he spoke to Raph and Schyler and was told we were there until Riddle was in custody and we closed this case. The longer it went on, my anger at the whole situation fed Harry's, and his anger reacted to and fed mine. Then our magic slipped our control. :
: Good. Very concise. Now, did your magic slip together? Or did your magic slip, and Harry's follow? :
: Don't answer right away, : Roan said as he opened his mouth. : Stop. Think. Take a moment. Go back to that day...bring it to the forefront of your mind. We've already spoken to Severus in order to try to get some kind of a handle on what is actually happening with you. We already know the answer, but we need to hear from you in your own words what you think may have happened. :
He did as told, sending his mind back to the day in question. Without even realizing it, he had completely relaxed, the tension he had been under for far too long, bleeding away. : I slipped first, : he spoke slowly, a frown beginning to curve his brow. : I could tell...could FEEL that Harry was raging over Ardyn's treatment, over his attitude. It was feeding mine, and my fury was intensifying with every micron {second} that passed. :
They both gave him mental smiles. : Good. Did you think about it at all later? Once you had calmed down enough to actually think? :
A long pause as he considered the question. : No. Now that I think about it, I didn't. I DID wonder why I was suddenly able to sense everyone's emotions, and especially Harry's, when I had never been able to before."
: And yet you didn't ask him about it, did you? Didn't talk to Severus about it either? :
: No, I didn't. :
: Why? :
: Honestly, Ethan, I have no idea why I didn't speak with either of them about it. :
He gave a nod. "That's alright, not as important now. Okay, next question, and I want you to think a moment about your answer before you answer. How many times has your magic slipped from your control since the first time? When did you realize that there was something really...off? Something that wasn't you? :
Hesitation. A sudden, inexplicable fear suddenly surfaced, making them both jump in reaction. : Rory, it's alright, : came Ethan's soothingly deep voice as the room began to heat in reaction to his fear.
: Calm down, Rory, : this was from Roan. : We are not here to judge you. We only want a clear idea of when this REALLY began, and just how deep it goes. It's almost as if your magic has taken on a life all its own. It reacts to you being in any kind of distress, and that should NOT be happening. :
Roark drew in several deep breaths, releasing them slowly, evenly, until...finally, he calmed. : I got the first sense that something was wrong when my anger flared so hotly. Deep inside, it felt...wrong. :
: Wrong how? :
: I honestly don't know. I just know that I couldn't tell what it was, nor why I felt so. I have never felt like I wasn't me, just that it wasn't like me for my anger to rage like it was. Also, my magic, until I came here, has NEVER reacted like it has these last few sectars {months}. As for how many times... : he broke off, head tilting. "Five. And each time it flared, it was worse than the last one. To the point that I'm scorching whatever I happen to be touching, or the things around me. :
: Of the five, which one do you think is the worst? : Roan asked as he slipped his hand into Roark's, bringing their palms together., Ethan doing the same with his other hand.
: The worst flare? That one's easy. The day I started going through Kale's files. When I realized they really were trying to frame him. I was in a complete black rage when Harry ran to find help...someone with water/ice magic. He said he literally ran into Desmond, who had already been on his way to our office. :
: That's when you found out about the bindings and seals we had placed on your gifts when you were ten." A statement.
: Yes, and that we should probably wait for you to explain what was actually happening to me. :
: There are several things happening. We probably should have pulled you into the Psychic Training Facility and taken the seals and binds off when you entered the Academy. :
: Why didn't you? : came his question as they tentatively began to work around the frayed edges of the shattered seals and bindings, their mental touches gentle...healing...repairing what had been damaged. He watched them work with an inner eye he had not realized was there. : Great Lady of Magic! : he gasped when he realized what he was seeing. : Just how many of these damn things do I have? : he asked in trepidation as he watched them begin to heal the fourth shattered seal.
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