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Buckle Up Blondie	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3974 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nine:

Bród nodded swiftly to the Guard stationed at the door of the Aon complex, grip tight on Draco's shoulder. The little one had tried to run into the forest once they'd left his home. "As much as I'd love to take you into the forest and let you explore, Draco, now is not the time." He chuckled as the small man's pout at being restrained and entered the Complex.

Each Complex was laid out in the identical wheel-like architecture. The Centre served as the heart of each building, radiating off into twenty or thirty tunnels down which was either one or two homes. Each house was built to house a large family and had a private door leading to the forest, which in turn had a stone path leading to the nearest Complex. There were six of them in this area in total: The Aon Complex, which held the Elders, the practicing magicians and the necromancers; The Eolas Complex, which held the scholars and those eager to create and invent; The Ealaín Complex which housed the builders, the makers and those gifted in the Craft; The Cabhraí Complex and the Ceann Complex, both of which housed the Healers and Medical buildings; And lastly, the Sábh Complex, his home, in which lived the Training Guard and the weapons specialists.

Each Complex had a Head Chief, though their opinions counted for little when the Elders wished to make the final decision.

Bród strode down the main corridor swiftly, eyes downcast to avoid the questioning stares of others. Draco walked behind him with quick little steps; hand tight in Bród's rigid grip as people stared at him.

The pair came to a tunnel blocked by a large white door and two stoic Guards. The Guard to the right grinned at Draco before stepping forward to open the door. The interior of this corridor was different, branching off into a number of small rooms with the focus being the Elder's oval space, pristine and scattered with floor cushions and vases of flowers.

A slender man with hair the colour of lilacs gazed up as Bród entered. "Ah," he sighed in satisfaction. "The alien is brought to us at last." The four other Elders within the open space glanced up at his exclamation.

Bród bowed formally before sitting on one of the cushions and pulling Draco close beside him. "My apologies for leaving it so late, Seanchaí, but I wished for Draco to settle first." The purple-haired man smirked. "Meaning you've run into a wall as to what to do with the little creature."

Bród's white wings drooped.

"Peace, Seanchaí, Bród is not an enemy. He is young." An Elder with broad shoulders and hair the colour of dying grass smiled at Bród. "What is it you wish to learn, youngling?"

Bród gulped. "I need to know about him. What he is, how to speak to him. I need your assistance." He pleaded softly. Seanchaí shook his head slowly. "I don't know what creature he is, Bród. I doubt our planet has ever seen the likes of him."

"He's human."

A fifth Elder Bród had not seen enter regarded Draco thoughtfully, his pale eyes bright. His silver hair was near the little ones in colour. The palest features Bród had seen on one of his own. "Human?" Bród repeated the unfamiliar word slowly. Seanchaí frowned. "You know of these creatures, Céad?"

The Elder, Céad chuckled, the rasping quality of his voice the only thing which gave evidence to his age. "I do," Céad nodded. "There is little, if anything, written on them. Everything I know, and it is precious little, was passed on to me by my ancestors, through word of mouth and story-telling.

At one point in history, so long ago now it has become a disregarded fairy-tale, our worlds were joined. Our species lived in peace with the humans, travelling to either world by a portal of pure magic. We moved on whim, neither race willing to settle."

Bród stared, wide-eyed at the silver-haired Elder. "We existed together?" he breathed, unable to believe it. Céad's face was soft but almost mournful, as though the knowledge was something which saddened him. "I know not what caused the wall between the human's home and ours, youngling. I only know it cannot be opened and its location is lost to us. What you have in your hand, Bród is a miraculous part of your own history. You must guard him as you would your own life."

Bród stared at Draco suddenly, mouth slack as those pretty eyes turned to him trying hard to understand what was going on. Draco's pink lips parted and he asked something in his own language, gaze pleading. Bród sighed. "You don't understand him, do you?" He turned sad eyes back to the Elder. Céad smiled sadly "The language he speaks is lost to me, youngling, it is not a tongue which I have heard before. If you wish, I can send scholars to look at our Sean Teanga, the may be able to uncover something which he may understand."

Bród nodded gratefully. "Could you tell me anything about his biology? It's rather unnerving not knowing whether he is a sire or a breeder..." he trailed off at the Elder's amused bark of laughter. "Child," Céad rasped, smile wide. "The humans have two separate strains of species within them. Male and female."

Seanchaí frowned. "Female?" he sneered. "I thought those were children's stories, Céad, be reasonable. Such creatures are like mermaids, fantasy." Bród shook his head suddenly, turning bewildered eyes back to Céad. "What are female? I don't understand?" Céad smirked at him. "The are the breeders of the human race. There are beings with different body shapes, different mind sets and different means of birthing. Your alien is a male, the human equivalent of our sires. By his standards, men cannot bear young."

Bród grimaced, his thoughts frazzled. It would explain Draco's reaction to Col and his pregnancy. The little one had, no doubt, been baffled. He wasn't sure what to make of the new knowledge. He rose to stand, brow furrowed when he turned back suddenly, "Did humans possess magic?" he asked, tugging Draco close.

Céad frowned "I do not believe so. Why do you ask, youngling?" Bród hesitated a moment before replying "Draco retaliated to a man's advances recently. He used magic." Seanchaí's eyes glittered and he stood with an exclamation of happiness.

"Magic is a gift," he purred, rooting through a box of jewels which stood open on a table. "It must be nourished, focused." He pulled out a chain from which hung a bright turquoise stone. "This will help him to keep his magic in check and to ground him." Seanchaí looked t Bród with hard eyes. "I warn you now, Bród to allow him to come back. If he does possess magic it will need to be trained properly." Bród nodded solemnly.

Seanchaí smiled at Draco and slipped the chain over the little one's head. The stone flared for a moment, before glowing a solid white and latching to the centre of Draco's chest, melting into his skin and leaving an intricate knot of white markings in its place. The Elders sighed in pleasure and Seanchaí grinned widely in delight. The mark of the Sean Draíocht.
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