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The Alfakyn	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13849 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this.

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"Oi, Moltagh, the least you can do is smile." Blodhren called out. Moltagh replied with a quick middle-finger to-the-face. "God, you're such an asshole."

"Thank you." Molatgh sneered. Blodhren snorted at him and kept walking. They were, at the moment, on their way to Hogwarts. A year had passed and it was time to pick up some idiotic wizard and witch students who were just going to come and mess up something. Our they would be once they found their way out of the fucking huge forest the bordered the school.

Moltagh personally didn't want some snot-nosed brats coming into his home just to gawk at them. But he had voted yes anyway, because Harry had. The boy had looked so curious and excited about the idea, as his parents were wizards and he wanted to learn more about them.

At the thought of Harry, a sense of pride and longing filled Moltagh. The little raven had only just went through his Masters of Fate ritual, along with Amelia. He was now a Master of the Istalri, relatively speaking. But that was not what made Moltagh so happy and proud...Harry as a Dark elf. Moltagh had seen the signs, but their had been many cases where the signs showed and the elf turned out to be of the Light.

He would have been proud of Harry either way, but he was that much happier and prideful to know his pupil joined him in the Dark. Amelia also joined the Dark, though she was less happy about it than Harry and Moltagh. Her family was full of Lights and she wished to be also of the same. But Moltagh couldn't feel sympathetic for her; Harry's family was the same and even Iris, though she did have Dark tendencies, was of the Light and a Master of the Kopa...completely opposite to everything Harry was, and yet he was still happy. More than likely, Amelia was just craving attention; it would seem her boyfriend dumped after finding out she was Dark.

A giddy feeling filled Moltagh at the thought, though he did well not to show it. He wasn't happy about Amelia's lost, but of what it reminded him of. Harry was his mate, for sure. He had felt something during the ritual and he consulted the Drott about it.

Drott Ajihad did nothing but smile at him and pat his back, much to Moltagh's irritation. So he went to his mother, who got really excited for some reason. She was so excited, she couldn't properly explain to Moltagh what was happening. So, this time, he consulted the Dominance of Fate, which did nothing but give him a cryptic message. Something about intertwining souls and races coming together. All bullshit to Moltagh.

"Found an opening, I think!" Blodhren's triumphant shout pulled Moltagh from his thoughts. He scowled and turned to the Light elf. Blodhren beckoned him closer and he complied. "Straight ahead. Between the trees. Do you think that's the school?"

Moltagh looked where Blodhren indicated and saw a lot more grass, though greener looking and a something that looked like stone. Moltagh had the urge to just burn the whole forest down and it make it that much easier, but something about the forest prevented him from doing so. That, and Blodhren ripping him a new one for burning down the foliage.

"Only way to find out is to go and see, no? Couldn't hurt; we've been walking through this forest for hours, a few minutes more won't kill us." He shrugged his large shoulders and headed for the opening.

"Thought so." Blodhren said smugly as they stepped passed the trees to be confronted with a huge stone castle. Moltagh gave an impressed whistle, his eyes scanning the the castle; noting every detail he could catch. He glanced curiously at the little hut not far from where they stood. Smoke curled lazily from a half-collapsed chimney, indicating that someone was home.

"Let's ask whoever lives there." Without waiting for a response, Moltagh made his way over to the small hut. A small pumpkin patch sat on either side of the front of the house, creating a crude pathway in which Moltagh walked. Before he could knock, though, a large-sounding dog began to bark.

"Shut up, Fang. 'S somatt at th' door, ain' it. Hush up no'. ya mangy mutt." A large voiced boomed before the door was wrenched opened to reveal a very large, very hairy man looking down at him. A gasp beside Moltagh indicated that Blodhren had joined him.

"Ahem, hello. Please excuse us, we just came from that forest over there. We are looking for a Mr. Albus Dumbledore. Could you please assist us in finding him?" Moltagh tried to sound polite towards the large man without adding a sneer. He usually spoke with one.

The man stared in shock at him for a moment before snapping out of it. "Ah! Yes...Dumbledore. Imma guessin' ya have a meetin' wi 'im or somatt. Said elves a be comin' by lookin' for him, he did. Follow meh, please. Oh, I'm Hagrid, jus' so ya know."

The man-Hagrid-lumbered pass them and made his way towards the school. With a shared look, Moltagh and Blodhren followed him silently. They soon reached two large wooden double doors, most likely the school entrance. Hagrid pushed the doors open and kept walking. Moltagh and Blodhren followed along at a slower pace, looking around curiously.

It was a bit late, so the students were in bed already. Moltagh sighed in relief; he didn't want ignorant little brats gawking at him as they walked by, which he was certain they would. They reached a large gargoyle statue without a hitch.

"Botts Every Flavor Jell Beans." Hagrid said. Moltagh looked at him as if he was crazy, but the gargoyle came to life and jumped aside, revealing the stairs behind. Moltagh turned away before Hagrid could see his look, catching the half-hidden smirk from Blodhren.

"Alrigh', then. Go on up. He's up there waitin'. No need for meh ta go, no business up there, I be havin'." Hagrid gestured to the stairs and gave them a wave good bye before lumbering away. Moltagh stopped glaring at Blodhren long enough to eye the doors.

"Let's go." Blodhren brushed pass him and began to climb up the stairs. Moltagh rushed to join him and gave a startled grunt as the stairs began winding upwards. He took care not to show his surprise and only tapped his foot impatiently as the stairs took their time.

Soon enough, the stairs stopped in front of a large, ornate door. Sharing a glance with Blodhren before shrugging, Moltagh made to knock on the door.

"Enter." The disembodied voice of Dumbledore reached his ears, halting him before he could knock. Sharing another look with Blodhren, Moltagh readied himself and opened the door. Dumbledore sat behind a large desk covered in papers and trinkets and other, unidentifiable things. Eight others sat in chairs around the desk and a large phoenix rested in his perch, preening his feathers.

Moltagh grimaced, the eight others gawked at him and Blodhren just like he knew they would. Dumbledore stood with a smile.

"Ah, boys. Welcome to Hogwarts. I understand to make haste, but introductions are in order, I think. Everyone, please give your warmest welcome to Mr. Moltagh and Mr. Blodhren, our elfin escorts."

"What? Their the elves? They look nothing like Flitwick!" One boy, with blaring red hair and ugly freckles shouted.

"Honestly, Ron. Obviously they are a different race of elf from Professor Flitwick." A young girl with bushy brown hair and large front teeth gave an irritated huff at the boy-Ron. "Please excuse him, sirs, he doesn't know when to shut his mouth." She shot a glare at Ron.

"Oi! I resent that, Hermione." Ron shouted, his face growing red as his hair and forcing his hideous freckles to stand out.

"Big word, Weasley. Is Granger finally rubbing off on you? I think we should begin to search for flying Muggles soon, Blaise." A tall blond boy drawled out, not even glancing at Moltagh and Blodhren. Moltagh stifled a snort. I think I'll like that one.

"Children. The bickering, please." Dumbledore said, effectively stopping them. "Right, now for the introductions. Severus, if you would please."

A tall, lanky black-haired man stood; his cloak billow slightly. He was pale, making his deep black eyes stand out. "I am Severus Snape, Head of the Slytherin House and the Potions Master of Hogwarts. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He sat back down.

A thin black-haired woman stood next. "My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the Head of the Griffindor House and the Professor of Transfiguration. Nice to meet you."

The blond who Moltagh thought was interesting stood. "Draco Malfoy, sixth year. The Slytherin here at Hogwarts." He smirked.

A dark-haired boy beside him quickly stood and interrupted Draco before he could say something presumably insulting. "Hello, Mr. Moltagh, Mr. Blodhren. I am Blaise Zabini, sixth year. I am also a Slytherin." Moltagh looked closely at Blaise. Something about the boy drew him in. Blaise turned his dark eyes to him, and Moltagh could feel his heart beat faster.

"Well, I'm Ron Weasley, a sixth year Griffindor and proud. It's really cool to meet some elves. Flitwick doesn't really count." Moltagh tore his eyes away from Blaise, only to glare at Ron and his utter stupidity.

"Ron! Be polite. Oh, sorry, excuse me. I am Hermione Granger. I am in my sixth year and a Griffindor to my great displeasure, at the moment. She shot a glare at Ron.

The other four stated the same, but Moltagh zoned them out. He dreaded the up coming trip back to Du Weldenvarden. He would kill someone fi he had to go through the same thing throughout the trip. No doubt someone will spend the whole time asking him some complex question about their culture and he had the inkling feeling that it would be the Granger girl.

The other introductions went boringly, except for Luna Lovegood. A Ravenclaw or something in the same year as the others. But what caught Moltagh's attention-and also Blodhren's, as he was doing the same as Moltagh-was when she began to speak of Nargles and Wrackspurts. He wasn't sure how she found out about them. but Moltagh would be sure to find out. Fortuntely, going by the eye rolls and groans of the others, they believed that she was doing some crazy rambling.

Finally, it was their turn to introduce themselves, meaning it was nearing the time to actually leave. Blodhren went first.

"Okay, then. I am Blodhren Shatdra Hamylt, elf of the Light, and Warrior of my home. I have a bond with the Istalri..ah, fire in your language. It has pleased me greatly to know you all." He turned to Molatgh, who glared back at him. Blodhren's eys narrowed slightly and he quickly poked Moltagh in his side, quickly enough that the others didn't see it.

Grunting slightly, Moltagh turned his glare to the others. "Names' Moltagh Vitika Sabyas. Dark elf and also bonded to the Istalri." He smirked as the others jumped at the rumble of his voice. "I'd be lying if I said I was happy to be here accompanying a bunch of snot-nosed brats into my home."

Blodhren sighed beside him and Moltagh only widened his smirk into a grin in response. Maybe the trip wouldn't be so bad...

Warning! Since they are less burdened with responsibilities after the ritual, Harry and Amelia are finally able to delve deeper into their more teenage selves so beware cursing, use of bad, corny jokes, use of nicknames, and other teenage blither

Harry sat glumly beside a irritated Amelia. He was bored to death without Moltagh there. His substitute ebrithil was dreary Rae Master and spent more time droning on and on about meaningless shit rather than letting Harry train. Amelia wouldn't even come save him because she was still angry about turning out to be a Dark elf and let out her frustration on Harry.

The ritual was only a week ago and Harry was bouncing around like a kid with a sugar rush. Until he found out Moltagh had to go and escort the Hogwarts students. He never felt that way before about Moltagh leaving, but now it wrenched Harry's heart to know that Moltagh was gone.

He didn't know what it was, but during the ritual he felt something kind of like a sharp poke in his head. Now he all of a sudden couldn't get enough of Moltagh. He was happier than usual around the large man and damn near depressed when he wasn't. He sorely wanted to tell Amelia about it, but her boyfriend had broken up with her for being of the Dark so she would likely rip his head off or something.

"Oh, for fucks sake, Harry! Stop moping about like some love-sick puppy who's mate died." Amelia huffed out at Harry, casting him an annoyed glare. Harry suddenly sat up and gulped, his eyes going wide. Was it possible that Moltagh was his mate? It would explain a few things, but Moltagh couldn't be Harry's mate. They'd kill each other before anything could even happen.

Well, an alfa can't kill their mate, so they'd probably just end up beating each other black and blue. Both Harry and Moltagh were to hot-headed for their own good, and would more than likely end up constantly fighting about the smallest things. And they were both Dark elves and would be moody majority of the time.

But...what if he acts different because I'm his mate? At least when we're alone...Moltagh does have his kind moments and that was before. Maybe we wouldn't fight as much as I think we would...maybe Moltagh's a good mate. Harry thought, his expression going from gloomy to semi-happy.

"Oh? Are you finally snapping out of whatever daydream you're having?" Harry gave a little jump and focused on Amelia, who was smirking at him.

"Fuck off, 'Mels. I'm not in the mood." He snapped, glaring darkly at Amelia. She made a face at him, but stopped joking. Instead, sensing his turbulent emotions, Amelia curled comfortingly into his side; she had to scrunch up because she grew another inch, making her 5'9 whereas Harry stayed at his measly 5'6. Her waist-length hair was loose and a few curly ends brushed lightly against Harry's skin, tickling him slightly. Amelia's presence almost immediately dissipated Harry's more negative emotions and he let out a small sigh, sinking deeper into the couch and curling back into Amelia.

"It helps if you tell me what's wrong , Harry. You've been like this since Moltagh and Blodhren left. Did Moltagh do something?" There was no need for her to ask about Blodhren, the worst the ebrithil ever did to them was train them almost to death.

Harry shook his head. "No, he didn't do anything...At least, not directly, I think." Amelia looked up at him in confusion and he elaborated. "Since he's left I've been feeling...really sad. Even before he left, I barely could stand to be away from him; I definitely couldn't for a certain amount of time. And whenever he was around, even if he was just in the same room, mt whole mood would just drastically change. It wasn't as noticeable because I tried to be near him as much as possible without drawing suspicion."

To his shock, tears prickled in the back of his eyes and Harry had to take a deep, shaky breath before he could continue. "And now...and now he's gone and I feel as if a part of me has been ripped out and it hurts, Mels. I don't know what to do."

Her brow scrunching up slightly, Amelia sat up looking at Harry thoughtfully. "When did this begin, Harry?"

"Some time during the ritual, but before that I kind of already wanted to be around Moltagh. But I thought that was because he was my friend." Harry thought to the few times when he felt a pang in his heart whenever Moltagh snubbed him, but he chose not to tell Amelia about that; something just felt wrong about telling her.

"Harry...Did you ever consider that Moltagh might...be your mate?" Amelia said softly, concern in her eyes; jealousy right behind it.

Harry snorted. "Yeah, I did. Just now, actually. When you made that comment about love-sick puppies."

"Right before you started daydreaming, then." She nodded seriously, though a smirk rested on her lips.

"I was not daydreaming. I was thinking. What you said kind of...clicked, you know? It made me think, what if me and him really are mates? And if we are, would we fight all the time? I know for sure, sometimes Moltagh wants to throttle me, but usually I antagonize him on purpose. Me and him are both hot-heads; it would take only the simplest thing for us to end in a meaningless fight. What if he hates me for it?" Panic seized Harry and he began to hyperventilate.

Amelia laid a hand on his arm, giving it a light squeeze. "Harry, calm down. If he is your mate, he won't hate you. Think rationally, do you really think Moltagh could ever really truly hate you? He cares about you just as much as I do, maybe even more. I mean, come on, the man has been in l-" Suddenly, Amelia gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

Harry sat straight up and stilled. Rigorous Hikki Staja training resulted in giving Harry the ability to make him almost statue like with the exception of the blood running through his veins. His breathing went almost nonexistent; the tale-tell rise and fall of his chest not even noticeable, his back straight as a ruler, and every muscle in his body tensed and ready. Amelia's reaction to her slip up, Harry wanted to know what exactly she was going to say that made her react so badly; it obviously had something to do with Moltagh.

Amelia, knowing Harry as if he was herself, knew exactly why he tensed up and shook her her head furiously. She stood up slowly and began to back away, her hands still over her mouth. Harry followed her with Predator's ease. If someone was to witness this, they would say it reminded them of a very hungry, very pissed panther, ready to go in for the kill.

Harry leaped gracefully onto Amelia, easily pinning her to the floor. He straddled her waist, one hand pressing her shoulder down and the other in the air, raised in a claw and poised for attack. His dark green eyes flashed dangerously; he narrowed them till only a very thin line of green could be barely detected from between his thick black eyelashes. "Tell. Now." He growled darkly.

Amelia paled, but shook her head again; a muffled 'no' coming from under her hands. A deep, rumbling growl emitted from Harry's chest and his hand flashed down in attack. A muffled shriek was pulled from Amelia as she writhed and twisted beneath Harry. He tickled her mercilessly, hitting all her hot spots.

Harry continued for a few minutes, unaffected by her gasping pleas. Finally, he paused; his the tips of his fingers brushed against her stomach. "Will you tell me, now?" He growled out, baring his teeth somewhat playfully. Amelia only panted, glaring up at him. Harry shrugged and resumed tickling her.

It seemed like hours later, but only half an hour passed before Amelia broke down. She held up well, only releasing her mouth to laugh as tears of mirth ran in rivulets down her cheeks. But finally, she caved; shouting desperate cries of 'okay' between laughs. Harry released his grip on her and rested both hands on his lap, but stayed straddled on her waist to prevent her from escaping.

"Let..me up...won't...escape...to...tired...can't...breath. " Harry swiftly stood, pulling her along with him. She leaned heavily on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath and Harry lead her to the couch, where she collapsed. Amelia gulped in air, brushing her hair away from her face; a thin film of sweat covered the both of them.

"Whew, Harry love. I think that's the most exercise we've gotten since Blodhren and Moltagh left." Harry just plopped down on the couch, glaring up at her. She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Svit, Harry. I swear, if Moltagh finds out I told you...he'll never forgive me. I will castrate you to hell and back if he ever finds out. I mean, if he even suspects that I told him, Harry I will skin your dick and wear it as a necklace to your funeral."

Harry nodded, sitting up straighter. "Want to swear it Yawe?" Amelia eyed him critically, before slowly nodding. Harry removed his shirt as she unbuttoned hers enough to reveal her Istalri Yawe.

Swearing on Yawe was the ultimate, unbreakable vow. To break the vow, depending on how important it was, would either mean death or excruciating pain for the breaker. All it would require was two willing participants to draw blood and press the blood onto each others element Yawe, located on the chest and connected directly to the participants element, which did the magic to seal the contract. One participant will then recite the agreement and the other participant accepts.

Harry nicked his thumb and Amelia did the same. She pressed her thumb to his chest immediately, to prevent the blood from clotting faster, but Harry was hesitant. Years developed Amelia's chest greatly since the last time Harry fully saw her Istalri Yawe. Amelia rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, pressing his bloody thumb onto her chest.

Almost immediately, Harry felt a strong surge of magic leave his body, traveling through his arm and straight into Amelia. From he gasp, he could tell the same happened to her just as he felt her familiar magic fill him. They locked eyes; neither of them had done this before and didn't know if that was supposed to happen. Harry gave a tentative nod to Amelia, it was too late to go back.

Amelia took a deep breath. "I, Drottningnu Amelia Gabrielle Desmondia, request you, Drottnu Harry James Potter-Desmondia, to keep what I am about to tell you from Moltagh Vitika Sabyas and anyone particularly close and/or associated with him. The information I am about to relinquish onto yourself is of vital importance and must be protected by whatever it takes, unless Moltagh Vitika Sabyas requests otherwise. Do you, Drottnu Harry James Potter-Desmondia, accept this agreement?"

Harry gulped. "Yes I, Drott Harry James Potter-Desmondia, accept your agreement, Drottningnu Amelia Gabrielle Desmondia."

Heat licked at his chest and at his thumb under Amelia's chest, It hurt badly, but Harry nor Amelia could remove their thumbs. They sat and suffered till the heat slowly disappeared. Harry pulled back and looked at his thumb in awe, rubbing his chest with his other hand; Amelia did the same.

Amelia looked up at him, her mood now somber. Harry's swallow was loud in the room. "Go on, then. What is it?"She took deep, shuddering breath.

"Harry...Oh Harry, love...Moltagh is in love with you. Has been since forever..."
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