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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
" " indicates speech

' ' indicates thoughts

indicates astral projection

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Beauty in Perfection; Stand by Me

by imlittlelily

Chapter Eight

Gryffindor James Potter; Fyr Welden (a/n1)
. . .

Minerva McGonagall sat in her favorite
chair in front of her fireplace with a fresh pot of tea at her side and a
strange book on her lap. Fyr: Ceremonie fore Batel, by Gryffindor
James Potter. She sighed. The last 30 hours had been some of the most stressful
she had ever experienced; maybe she was just getting to old for this. The shock
of seeing Harry engulfed in flames had been overwhelming. Lily and James had
been two of her favorite students; their son had automatically stepped into that
place. She smiled. She recalled the look on Harry's face after he and Ron had
tried to hide the fact that they were late for class. They didn't know the cat
on the teacher's desk had been their professor.

But that was then; this is now. Harry
wanted, no needed her to understand him so that she would be able to place her
fears aside. The least she could do was try, after all, she is a Gryffindor to.
She opened the book and began reading.

To the reader,

I am Gryffindor James Potter, Fyr Welden,
warrior and protector of our people. It is my intention to place these
experiences and thoughts onto parchment so that future warriors
and protectors will have benefit of my experience and knowledge.

To be a Fyr Welden is to be gifted with a
magical power that can instill fear. It is a gift that requires a warm heart and
clear mind. It is a gift that brings with it a great responsibility. I must tell
you, the reader, that to abuse such a gift will bring destruction down upon you
own head, it will burn you from inside your very soul. Never use it for evil.

As Minerva read she experienced many
thoughts and feelings. She decided that this was necessary to help purge the
fear. At one point she shed tears when reading about a battle where many of the
deaths were children. They had been killed because their parents would not bow
to war chieftain,
Pernicious Branbalder.
The atrocities witnessed by Gryffindor James Potter were what had brought out
knowledge of his gift. He had been 17 years old when his sister had been raped
by a warrior and in his anger he had set the man on fire. The action had been
completely unexpected because he had never known he had that gift. His love for
his sister and the heart pain he experienced from witnessing the trauma had
brought the gift to the surface.

Five hours later, Minerva sat there quiet.
On the last page there was a final notation;

This knowledge will be for
the other one. For there will be another,

it has been prophesied that darkness

will return once again and it will require the light of fire to bring our

people prosperity and freedom.

Only through the fire and tears of the young phoenix will we persevere.

Gryffindor James Potter,
Fyr Welden

Her fear had changed. Now she was very
thoughtful and quiet; however, quiet was dissolving at a fast rate. 'It is
probably a good thing that I drank so much chamomile tea,' she thought,
'otherwise I'd being giving Albus a piece of my mind right this minute. I can't
believe he knows nothing about this and if he does then I am even angrier.'

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Falling Up . . .

Vincent Crabbe landed in an unexpected
underground chamber with a loud grunt. ". . . groan. Did I mention that
you're a bloody Gryffindor who, despite your knowledge of chess strategy . . ."
Vince groaned in unison with Ron and continued, . . . "goes rushing into anything that may cause self
danger?" Vincent Crabbe asked Ron Weasley as he attempted to roll to his feet.

Ron Weasley growled angrily, "Sod off, Crabbe. I did not rush, I
tripped. I have also broken my bloody leg again. Fuck!" Ron was trying not to
move the leg that lay at a twisted angle. He was covered with dirt and blood and
a scowl that said he was not in the mood for banter.

Vince stood and walked over to him bending
down and said, "Let me take a look at it. Yep, it is
broken. This is going to hurt." Before that last word was out he had moved
quickly, he didn't want Ron to realize what he was going to do. He said, "ligo"
to set the leg in a temporary bandage after Ron's angry and painful yell. "We'll
have to wait till we are out of here to completely heal it. I'm not very good
with bones." He was rummaging around in his rucksack and pulled out a potion
bottle then handed it to Ron. "Here, drink this pain potion."

Ron scowled at the bottle in Vince's hand
with suspicion.

Vince rolled his eyes and spoke with
slight annoyance, "Its all right Weasley, I wouldn't poison
you. Poison is for women, if I wanted to kill you there would be pain involved.
Remember, I'm supposed to be a death eater in training." He held out the
bottle to his companion waiting for him to take it from him.

Ron finally reached for it after a long
appraising stare. He swallowed its contents in one gulp.

Vince stood up to take a look at where
they were. It was more than just a hole. It was more like a large underground
chamber. They must have fallen through an old trapdoor that had been covered
with dirt and rocks, only to give way when Weasley tripped onto it. "Damn. I
hate heights. Fuck it." He said as he took a deep breath and glared at the opening
above them.

"Excuse me," Ron spoke roughly
through his pain, "but what does your fear of
heights have to with this bloody situation!?"

Vince sat on his heels looking at the red
head. "It has everything to do with this situation. Think it through Weasley,
the only way out is up. I have to get us out of here. I can't levitate
you that high, I won't risk it. That means I have to go for help. That means
going up and I am afraid of heights. Blasted only fear I haven't confronted with
success." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Ron tilted his head back to see the patch
of sky above them. Its grayness seemed to reflect his mood. The clouds were a
mixture of white and various shades of grey. He always thought of that shade of
cloud as a portent of the coming winter because the clouds in the spring were
different. "You know," he said, "there is another way you could think about it." He turned
to Vince and asked, "You are a bird animagus, aren't you? That is why you
haven't completed your transformation, isn't it?"

"Yeah, funny huh?" Vince scowled, "A guy that fears heights
is a falcon. Go figure. Bloody hell."

Ron tilted his head and said, "Well, try thinking about the fact that
yes, the opening is up there," Ron pointed, "but so is the ground. So is
it really a height?"

Vince snorted. "Fucking bloody hell, Weasley the ground
is right here beneath your arse."

Ron grinned, "That may be true, but it is
all relative. You see, the ground is up there. Once you get up there your feet
will be safely on the ground. Think of it as a leap of faith if you must."

Vince stood up and began to pace as he
thought through what Ron had said. He turned to the red head and removed his
rucksack and told him, "I'm going to leave this with you. It has some food and drink in
it. Feel free to help yourself if you
need anything. I swear to you that we are not enemies and that I will return
with help to get you out of here." It was a wizard's oath with depth and
sincerity. He held out his hand to seal the oath.

Ron looked at him, grinned and clasped it.
"Safe flight then, mate."

Vince transformed and took flight with a
cry of victory and strength.

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Warrior's Flight . . .

In Draco's favorite courtyard he was
working on his Warrior's Dance with focus and intensity. Above him he heard the
sound of a falcon just as he finished his last moves. He glanced up in time to
see the falcon soar down towards him. As he admired its beauty and grace it came
down to the courtyard and landed on his outstretched arm. "Vince?" The falcon
nodded and flew over to the bench and landed in the form of his friend and
lieutenant.

Draco grinned, "Well done, mate! You
finally did it."

Vince smiled but was still trying to catch
his breath. "We ran in to a problem. There was an unseen trapdoor and we fell
through it. Ron broke his leg, I wrapped it, but we have to pull the team
together to get him out. Is Potter back yet?"

"I'm here now. What happened, where is
Ron?" Harry asked.

Vince to to the Gryffindor and told him, "We fell through a trap door. We need to
go get him out."

Harry turned to Draco, "Dray, go tell
Zambini where we are going. It'll be best if we travel around the perimeter of
the wards in animagus form. Meet me at the southwest courtyard exit. I'm going
to get 'Mione, she can fly with Vince. See you in 15 minutes." With that said he
flashed out to go find Hermione.

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Flying Without a Broom . . .

Ron lay back on the ground and wondered
how long it would take for help to arrive. As time went by he found himself in a
quiet meditation. Harry had taught them all how to go into a deep meditation to
help with pain.

Suddenly he felt a strange sensation; he
was flying, without a broom. Whoa! He found himself landing in the headmaster's
office; a meeting was taking place, Snape, Dumbledore and his father were
talking earnestly.

Professor Dumbledore held up a hand for
silence and looked around the room. He had felt a shift in the energy of the
room. He saw nothing. "It is final, we will see to it that Harry is off castle
grounds and Mr. Malfoy is otherwise occupied when Voldemort arrives."

"But Albus," Arthur spoke up, "just how are you going to get
Harry away. You know he will never leave. Especially since he found out about
the attack. Just how did that happen anyway?" Ron's dad asked the headmaster
with a raised brow of concern.

Albus sighed. "Severus will be in
charge of seeing that Harry is out of harm's way. As to how he found out about
the attack, Harry has not said. I do intend to find out how though. I do not
have any tolerance for a leak within the organization, we lost too much last
time."

Dumbledore's voice sounded tired to Ron's
ears.

"Are you sure it wasn't the twins, sir?"
Snape asked the headmaster to the disbelief and anger of Mr. Weasley and Ron's
projected self.

Ron looked up and saw Griff in one of the
portraits behind the headmaster's desk. Griff grinned and waved. Ron grinned
back.

Albus looked at Severus over his
spectacles and told him, "Severus, I have already said I don't
believe they had anything to do with this. You heard for yourself that Harry was
speaking to someone here in this very room. There was no one concealed here."
Albus sounded frustrated with his colleague, as though they had argued this
point repeatedly in the last 24 hours.

Ron felt a sudden pulling around his navel
and he was out of the office on a breath of wind, back in the underground
chamber. The cry of two falcons came to his ears and he turned his head to see
his two friends land on the ground beside him.

Hermione transformed, "Ron, are you Ok?"
She had come prepared and pounced on him taking care of him by attempting to
clean his face with water and cloth she had conjured.

"Yeah," Ron answered, "I just did that meditation Harry
taught us, it really does help. Something really strange happened, I'll tell
everyone later." Ron grunted as he sat up.

Vince knelt next to them and told Ron, "Harry is on his way, he was stopped by
Filch in the Entrance Hall. Draco is up above and will be a signal to him as to
where we are. When he gets here he will heal your leg then pull you out." Vince
grinned and added, "He says that you have ridden on a phoenix tail before."

Ron groaned and told Vince, "Yeah, back in
second year. 'Mione stop with the water."

"Oh Ron," Hermione said, "really, you are filthy. I
was just trying to help."

Ron looked over and saw Vince give him a
grin and turn his head away to hide his laughter. Ron just arched his brow and
tried to duck out of her reach.

The sound of a phoenix song resonated
through the air in the underground chamber. Harry arrived and landed on his feet
next to Ron. "You alright, mate?"

Ron grunted, "Will everyone stop asking me
that?"

Harry just grinned and removed the bandage
that Vince had placed on Ron's leg. He held his hands over the leg until he
found the break by feeling the change in the vibration of the bone. At this
point he placed a vial of phoenix tears over the break and poured them on;
massaging the tears into his leg. The leg healed without any pain to Ron.

Ron grinned, "Time for my free ride now?"

With a flash Harry was once again a
phoenix and Ron took hold of his tail. Two falcons, a phoenix and a wizard
exited the underground chamber with relief.

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Lion's Den . . .

"Are you telling me that you astral
projected into Dumbledore's office?" Hermione was fascinated with the idea and
wanted all the facts of what had happened.

Ron nodded. "If that is what it is called, then yeah.
Griff was there, he saw me."

Godric Gryffindor nodded from his portrait
over the mantel. "It�s true. Dumbledore paused the meeting but when he saw no
one he continued. It was very interesting, I've never known a wizard with such a
gift."

Fyr was pacing in his usual place before
the fireplace. "So we now know for sure that they plan on keeping me from the
battlefield, just not how."

"Snape is in charge of that." Ron growled,
"I still can't believe Dumbledore trusts him, he could hand you over to
Voldemort wrapped up like a package. Especially if you are incapacitated, by the
way they were talking that seemed a part of the plan. How else were they going
to get you away from Hogwarts?"

Vince and Icekat said, "Potion," at the
same instant.

Fyr sat at the round table and picked up a
quill, twirling it in his fingers, he thought deeply about his history with the
Potions Master. After several minutes of quiet it came to him. He looked up into
Icekat's eyes, "Draught of the Living Death, first potions class, remember?"

Icekat's eyes froze over, "He wouldn't,"
but then he took a breath and groaned, "I'm wrong. Damn, I may kill him myself
if we all live through this. That's a damn risky potion, even for a potions
master."

Fyr turned to his potions team, "Ginny, I
want you and Greg to start making the antidote now. Neville, I want you
researching any potion that may have similar effects and their antidote. Go
now."

The three rose from the table and entered
the potions lab next to the library.

Harry turned to his friend and asked, "'Mione, how is the research progressing on
the legality of me using fire?"

"We have our notes completed," she
answered, "Justin and I
are working on putting them together, why?"

"Because I have a job for Blaise if he is
willing." Fyr responded with an inquiring look to the Slytherin.

"What do you want me to do?" Blaise asked.

Fyr smiled with mischievousness, "How
brave are you?"

Blaise tilted his head and arched his brow
glancing between Harry and Draco. "I am here for you, you should know that by
now. If Snape is planning on using that potion on you, you will have no problem
getting me to help in stopping him."

"That's good," Harry told him, "because I want you to go
into Shape's private potions lab and find out exactly what he is working on. Are
you game?"

"Yes."

Fyr nodded. "Moenia, what is the password
to Professor Snape's private potions lab?"

Moenia chuckled, "Fucking-boy-who-lived."

Snorts of laughter went around the table.
Fyr turned to Blaise with a grin, "Think you can remember that?"

"No problem." Came the answering grin.

Harry nodded. "Good, Dray and I are scheduled to meet
with the headmaster and our house heads tomorrow at 10:30, which will be your
window of opportunity. Wear dragonhide gloves and don't leave any magical
signature."

Blaise gave a firm nod.

Fyr turned to his long time friend, Hermione, and looked her in the eye telling
her, "'Mione I have to do something now that I have postponed long enough. I
hope that you will come to see the necessity in this decision and will not hold
a grudge against me."

She looked at him wide eyed, "What is it?"

Emerald eyes held chocolate brown,
"Dobby." Pop.

"Mister Harry Potter needs something?"

"Yes, Dobby." He turned from his friend's
eyes and replied to the elf. "I would like to request that you leave the
employment of Hogwarts and Headmaster Dumbledore and come to work for me
personally."

Dobby's eyes were large and moist, "You
wants Dobby? You wants Dobby to be house elf?"

Harry shook his head and explained to
Dobby, "No, not a house elf. You will still be
free, only I will be the one paying you instead of the headmaster. Will you
accept?"

Dobby's ears wagged and he smiled, "Yes,
Mister Harry Potter, but you is always here. Why is you wanting to pay Dobby
when I already serve you?" He asked this question with a look at the others
around the table.

Hermione was impressed with the question.
She looked around and saw that apparently Draco was to.

Harry knelt down on one knee before the
elf and looked into his eyes, "I need your help Dobby because it has come to my
attention that there are some in this castle who wish to harm me."

Dobby looked stunned.

Harry continued, "I need someone that I
can trust, someone who will be working only for me, someone who can take care of
my meals and other errands that I may need. I will no longer be eating in the
Great Hall with my friends. Dobby are you willing to help me?"

"Yes, Mister Harry Potter, Dobby will be
best elf for you. What of Winky?" He blushed and looked down to the floor.

Everyone had already decided that the two
were a couple before today so there were a few smiles around the table. "Winky
is welcome. The two of you will have a room here in my chamber. You will only
work for me. Dobby it is important that you do not tell the headmaster. You may
tell him you have been hired by a family, if you wish. Is that Ok?" At Dobby's
nod he smiled and said, "I guess we should ask Winky about this, huh?"

Dobby grinned.

"Winky." Pop.

After Winky's agreement the meeting broke
up so that the others could go take care of other obligations.

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Night Flight . . .

Draco walked the corridors of Hogwarts, as
Head Boy, he often had taken double shifts since the beginning of term. Not this
last week though. He thought of all that had occurred over the last few days and
wondered how many of the new developments would work out. He was satisfied with
the way things were between Harry and himself but their friends most likely did
not know the extent of the relationship; or maybe they did. He sighed. The two
factions seemed to have melded well. Now all they had to do was survive this
damn war. This new development with the possibility of Sev giving a potion to
Harry to stop him from fighting made his anger mount. He had gone to the
courtyard to work it off; however, it always seemed to come back to that. Such a
drastic action, so that he would be forced to take the Dark Mark and infiltrate
Tom's organization and bring it down. That just seemed all wrong.

An hour and a half later he entered the
Lion's Den looking for Harry. He would need to stay in his own room tonight. To
much of a chance that Sev would seek him out again. Now he had to tell Harry
this news.

Icekat stood inside the bathroom door
looking at his heart's desire - Harry James FyrToehhers Potter.
His breath hitched. The site of Fyr's strong back and bum was breath
taking. Fyr turned his head to look over his shoulder revealing his face wet
with steam and locks of his hair tossed wildly in its beautiful wetness across
his cheek.

Laughing emeralds looked at him as he
whispered, "It's Ok to look, but wouldn't it be much better if you joined me?"
White teeth flashed in a feral smile that made Icekat�s heart skip in its rush
to increase its pace.

With his breath's pace quickening, he told
him, "I can't stay with you tonight. Sev is
becoming too suspicious of where I am staying. What are you going to do if he
crashes the Gryffindor dorms looking for me?" Icekat tried to ignore the fact that
Fyr had turned to face him. This was not easy. "I thought it only fair that I should tell you."

Fyr reached out and pulled the protesting
Icekat into the shower with him. "It's just a shower Dray." He said
laughing at Icekat's struggles. He began removing
the now wet clothing from his lover one layer at a time. Fyr's voice came out in
a sensual purr, "It has been a long day
today. This will relax us both." He began to lather Icekat's body with scented
soap while massaging the muscles into relaxation. He leaned in to nibble his
mouth and jaw line all the while creating circles on his chest and down to his
erection.

As he began to relax, Icekat's, mind was
sure that the idea of being anywhere else was ludicrous. He reached behind Fyr
and grabbed his bum pulling him in closer so that their erections could enjoy
the friction. Mutual moans and the reacquaintance of their tongues became the
most important thing to them. Soap cascaded away as the water spray caressed
their bodies; its music adding harmony to their sounds of mutual pleasure.

As Fyr's tongue massaged Icekat's he found
himself thrust against the tiles behind him.

Fyr purred into his neck as he consumed
his scent and taste. "I love the way you taste and feel Dray. You are so . . .
mmmnn . . . perfect. Intoxicating." He began to
work his way down Icekat's chest licking and nipping as he went leaving hot
tingles in his wake. Fyr's hands were now massaging his lover's
beautiful thighs and leaning in to take his cock into his mouth.

Icekat's hands entwined in the black locks
before him but found themselves pulled out and placed against the tile palms
flat.

"Don't touch," came the firm command from
Fyr.

"Fyr . . .mmmnn . . . come on, I . . ."

"Ssshhhh . . ."

As he came closer to completion, Icekat
felt a strange sensation in his legs. "Wha . . . mmmnn . . . " His eyes
rolled back as his erection exploded into Fyr's mouth. The strange sensation
didn't go away and as Fyr backed away and stepped back under the water Icekat
slipped bonelessly to the floor gasping for breath. "What was . . .
that?"

Fyr grinned down at Icekat and asked,
"What was what?"

" . . . mmmnn . . . what . . .
oh hell . .
. later, I'll get you later."

"I'm counting on it," was the return
comment backed by a feral grin and fiery emerald eyes. "Come on, get up we need
to finish our shower."

". . . stay here . . ."

Laughter escaping his mouth Fyr bent over
and pulled Icekat to his feet. "I am not leaving you in here. Come on let's go
to bed."

"Can't . . . stay."

Still laughing, Fyr told him, "You can get up early and Moenia can take
you directly into your dorm room. No one will know you weren't there." Fyr used
a drying charm on them and tucked Icekat into bed.

"And you have known this for how long?"

Another grin, "Good night, Kat."

Fyr did not go to sleep. He lay there for
a while watching Icekat as he slept. There were too many things to think about.
It was times like this when he wished Sirius was still here. He could have
helped him with this problem; Dumbledore and Snape, what to do about their
devious plan. He couldn't bother Remus with their plans, mostly because he
really thought that Remus would be unable to do anything to help, he was simply
to close to the Order and to far away from his Marauder days.

After an hour of laying there trying to
put his thoughts in order Harry finally gave up and climbed out of bed. He would
go for a fly. That usually helped. He wrote a quick note to Dray and left it on
his pillow. "Went for a fly. F."

As he left the Lion's Den, Harry found the
ever watchful eyes of his ancestor upon him.

"Can't sleep again?" asked Griff.

"No, too much to think about. I'm going
for a fly. If Dray wakes will you tell him please?"

"Yes, safe flight, FyrToehhers."

Once out into the corridor he headed to
the end of the passage which had tall windows facing out on to the Quidditch
pitch. He opened one window after checking that no one would see him and jumped.
Soaring down from the third floor was not quite as thrilling as jumping from
Gryffindor tower but it did help to begin the process of clearing his head. He
soared around the castle grounds for hours finally collapsing into his bed at
5:30 am. Enough time to sleep a couple of hours at least before the dreaded meeting
with Dumbledore.

Draco Icekat Malfoy awoke with a funny
crinkling against his face. He frowned, where . . . oh damn. He had done it
again. He had slept in Harry's room. Wondering what was sticking to his face, he
pulled the parchment away and saw the note written on it. He then looked at his
bed partner and sighed. Apparently he had been out flying again last night,
which meant very little sleep, again. He stood up and made his way into
the bathroom. He found his clothes cleaned and pressed hanging up, waiting for
him. He dressed and decided to head down to the Great Hall for an early
breakfast. If he encountered his irate godfather he would just have to deal with
it as it came.

TBC

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(a/n1) Fyr Welden; one who
wields fire.

ligo (1) -are [to bind , bandage,
harness; to bind together, connect, unite].



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