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Taken II: Drifter	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4983 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nine:

"Damn it, George!"

Scorpius hissed in pain, his wounded finger clutched in one hand as he bounced away from the length of wood that had inflicted the damage.

George was by his side in an instant, his apologies swift and jumbled as they fell hurriedly from his tongue. "Score, are you alrigh? I'm so sorry, Score, I thought that bit o' wood would hold up under the pressure honestly! Never expected it to snap like that! I mean… Ah!"

The redheaded youth's ear was gripped suddenly by a female hand, Pansy's thunderous expression filling their vision.

"Didn't I say not to put the crate there you twit?" she roared, shaking George's head a little and causing the younger boy to give a holler and slap at her hand. "What were you thinking?"

She dragged the youth away under a torrent of angry mutterings and angrier retorts, leaving only Scorpius and Sparrow standing in the empty area they had been attempting for the past three weeks to transform into a suitable barn. So far, they had accomplished only to re-construct the four walls and half of the roof.

Scorpius blinked up into the light of the sun, wincing as he forced the splinter of wood from the bleeding digit. It had not been the first wound inflicted by the twins accidentally, and he doubted it would be the last. He dropped emerald eyes to watch the offending cut heal swiftly, his finger once again an unblemished white.

"I'd cut your losses now and ditch the stable idea, Scorpius. At this rate you'll be dead come Samhain.*"

Scorpius cast a withering glance at the tiny Veela who had perched herself comfortably on one of the overhead rafters that supported the roof.

"How many times do I have to tell you to get down from there?" he scowled, pointing a finger at the child, "You'll hurt yourself, come down!"

Sparrow rolled her icy blue eyes before jumping to the floor, her wings spreading to catch the impact the fall would have resulted in. Scorpius tweaked one fluffy white wing while it was on display, grinning when Sparrow whirled away and stuck her tongue out at him. He adored the little Veela.

Sparrow froze suddenly, her nose lifting in the air to sniff at the nonexistent breeze that had been stifled for days by an intense heat. Scorpius glanced around the closed room warily. "What is it, little bird?"

Sparrow frowned. "I don't know what that smell is." she announced in a whisper, wrinkling her nose. "I don't like it."

As she spoke, a shadow suddenly darted across the open air above them, causing the Allura to jump and reach over to pull the child against himself. The sudden and unexpected attack happened so swiftly that human eyes could not have followed it.

Something dark and large dropped from the sky to wrap solid arms around Scorpius. It lifted into the air just as quickly, kidnapping both the struggling Allura and the terrified Veela he held clutched against him.

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"I'm leaving."

Fleur waved a hand absently at the speaker, her eyes not leaving the glittering display of sunlight across the grass she had sprawled herself on. She sighed happily, rolling onto her back and closing her eyes so that the heat from the sun splashed across her face. The south, out of all the places she had come to call home, was perhaps her favourite. It was an area of small villages and dozens of Veela homes and nests. In her eyes, it was a part of the world untouched by strife or war and it was always sunny and beautifully green.

"No, Fleur, I'm leaving."

Fleur frowned and waved again. "Alright, but be home before midnight. I know you're a grown man but Éine always worries about you." The Veela chuckled, her hands running through the soft river of strands that was her hair.

"Fleur."

Something in the tone of the voice that had spoken made her look up, twisting into a sitting position so that she could see into the sky-blue eyes of her brother. He knelt on the grass beside her, taller and broader with ivory wings double the size of her own and hair the colour of buttercups.

"I'm leaving with the other males. The unmated males."

Fleur felt her heart plummet, her eyes suddenly bright in a way they had not been for many, many years. "You mean to tell me that you are leaving to find a mate and you are not coming back."

Gabriel smiled softly, one large hand reaching out to tuck blonde hair behind his sister's ear. "Of course I shall be back. This is my home, you are my home. But it is time for me to settle down and find the person I need to complete me, Fleur. I have felt empty for weeks now. You know as well as I what such a feeling means to our kind. I'll not know peace until I can hold my intended."

Fleur felt her breath leave her in a shaky exhalation, her hands lifting to place slender fingers on her temple. "But I don't know how long that will take, whether you will find them or not," she whispered, her voice determined and soft. "There's no guarantee you'll ever find them."

"No," Gabriel agreed softly, standing suddenly and dragging the smaller woman up with him. He smiled brightly, a flash of white teeth that reminded Fleur of the sweet ten-year-old she had watched play and grow up, "but I can look, can't I?"

Fleur huffed out a dry laugh, rolling her eyes before pushing the younger boy aside with a smile. "That you can, brother. That you can. May you find all that you are searching for."

Gabriel smiled once more, tilting his head to meet Fleur's forehead in a gesture of goodbye. "May you find peace here, sister."

With that, he was gone, taking to the air until others rose to meet him and each was lost to the horizon.

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A/N: Samhain [pronounced sow-hen] a pagan festival depicting a turning point in the yearly cycle, a time when the line between life and death is thinnest.

Éine: [pronounced ay-nah] an Irish word meaning Bird
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