Third Place - Action/Adventure

"Well, well, well, I would say this was a surprise... but I’d be lying," Harry said with a sickly sweet smile. Quirrell turned to look at him and smiled calmly.

"I wondered whether I’d be meeting you here, Potter," he replied and Harry smirked.

"That would be Corvus actually; you need to work on your acting lessons. Do you really believe you have been discreet? Apart from the fact that you smell disgustingly vile with your passenger there, your stuttering didn’t even fool the mortal headmaster." He said as he walked further in the room. Something like fear flashed through Quirrell’s eyes for a minute before he sneered.

"You just won’t die, will you Potter? You’re too nosy to live, scurrying around on Halloween like that, for all I knew; you’d seen me coming to look at what was guarding the stone." He hissed and Harry threw back his head and laughed.

"Oh please, I didn’t need to see you, I knew as soon as you came in with that little drama performance of yours that you were going to look. Snape’s a little too clever for you though isn’t he? But then again, if five eleven year old children were on to you, why shouldn’t anyone else be?" he asked and then he chuckled and moved further into the room.

"Oh shush Potter, I’m a little distracted at the minute. We’ll talk when I have time," Quirrell murmured and then with a click of his fingers, ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves rightly around Harry.

"You don’t see it yet, do you?" Harry asked, clearly amused. He didn’t bother to struggle against the restraints, merely because he knew he could get out of them when he needed to. He peered past Quirrell and for the first time, noticed the Mirror of Erised there, so that’s what the fool was trying to work out. Keeping his expression blank of realisation, Harry smirked coldly and tilted his head to the side.

"Don’t see what?" Quirrell snapped, clearly irritated and Harry chuckled again.

"You don’t see that you are going to die tonight. By the power invested in the Corvus clan... oh how I have been waiting for this night for so long," he said a little dreamily and he smirked when Quirrell turned to look at him with disbelief, pointedly nodding at the restraints.

"Yes, I can see that happening now," he said sarcastically and Harry rolled his eyes.

"If you hadn’t tried to kill me, or my fathers, then I probably would have left you alone you know. But now you’ve meddled in the affairs of vampires I could, quite easily, have drained you dry several times." He continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. Quirrell merely turned back to look at the mirror and started muttering to himself.

"I see the Stone ... I’m presenting it to my master ... but where is it?" he mumbled and Harry rolled his eyes, even he had figured out what the bloody mirror did by now when he had first come across it in the unused classroom.

‘Unarm him you fool’ a voice came from Quirrell himself, but it wasn’t Quirrell who spoke. Harry blinked for a minute, surprised, and then just watched as Quirrell approached him and unclipped his weapons belt from his waist. Said belt was thrown to the other side of the room and Quirrell went back to the mirror.

"I’ve heard you sobbing, you know. Crying pathetically." Harry said conversationally and he smirked when another spasm of fear flitted across Quirrell’s face. It had only been the other day when he walked past an unused classroom, but he couldn’t be sure that it was actually Quirrell and so he hadn’t bothered to mention it to anyone else.

"Sometimes, I find it hard to follow my master's orders. He is a great wizard and I am weak. He is with me wherever I go; I met him when I travelled around the world. A foolish young man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it..." Quirrell said quietly and Harry curled his lip up in disgust, he hadn’t wanted the whole damn life story. "He does not forgive mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the Stone from Gringotts, he was most displeased, decided he would have to keep a closer watch on me-"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up, I’m not interested," Harry muttered.

"I don’t understand ... is the Stone inside the Mirror? Should I break it?" Quirrell asked softly, mostly to himself. Harry’s mind was racing, what he wanted more than anything in the world now was to find the stone and kill Quirrell, if he looked into the Mirror, then he would see where the Stone was hidden... but then there was the possibility of Quirrell, or Voldemort, reading said information from his mind or something.

So, he obviously wasn’t supposed to look in the mirror

"Oh come now, this gets boring," Harry said and he tugged sharply at the restraints, smirking as they snapped. He was about to flick one of his daggers from his wrist holder, but Quirrell carried on muttering, not even realising that Harry was free.

"What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!"

"Use the boy ... Use the boy ..." a voice answered, but it wasn’t Quirrell even though it seemed to come from him. Harry stood, frozen to the spot for a minute as he realised who it was. Quirrell turned around and pointed his wand at him.

"Yes – Potter – come here." He called, not in the least bit fazed to see Harry out of his bindings. Harry pondered his options; he could look in the mirror, lie and then call his weapons. Or, he could just call his weapons and fight now, even with the wand pointed at him. "Come here. Look in the Mirror and tell me what you see" Quirrell repeated.

Harry shrugged and he walked in front of the mirror. He saw his reflection, pale but confident looking. A moment later, the reflection smiled at him and it put its hand into its pocket and pulled out a blood-red stone. It winked and put the Stone back into its pocket – and as it did so, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. Somehow, he had the stone.

Interesting.

"Well?" Quirrell snapped impatiently and Harry kept his face blank.

"I see myself shaking Dumbledore’s hand, because I’ve killed you." He replied without pause and Quirrell cursed and pushed him forcefully out of the way and stupidly towards his weapons. Harry hadn’t even managed to climb to his feet again before that hissing voice spoke once more.

"He lies ... He lies..."

"Must you repeat yourself constantly?" Harry murmured as Quirrell rounded on him once more.

"Let me speak to him ... face to face..." that voice said again and Harry inched further towards his weapons belt, as if trying to avoid Quirrell.

"Master, you are not strong enough!"

"I have strength enough ... for this ..."

"Hey! I’m insulted!" Harry called, interrupting the conversation. He heard a chuckle but Quirrell was too busy unravelling the turban from his head. When the turban fell away, he turned slowly on the spot and Harry’s wrinkled his nose in disgust again. There, on the back of Quirrell’s head, was a face. It was chalk white with flaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

"Ugh, you ugly cunt!"

"Harry Potter ..." it whispered. "See what I have become? Mere shadow and vapour ... I have form only when I can share another’s body... but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds ... Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past few weeks ... you saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the Forest ... and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own ... Now ... why don’t you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

"I think not. And it’s your own bloody fault; you shouldn’t have tried to kill me then, should you?" Harry sneered, bending to grab his weapons belt and pulling his sword out with one smooth movement. "You and I both know that you won’t kill me, nor will I kill you this day. That day comes when you get yourself a body, for now though, Quirrell is mine to kill and you’ll have to find yourself another replacement."

"I have always valued bravery boy ... Yes, you and I are more alike that you, perhaps, are willing to admit. You have killed ... you know what it feels like to have complete power over another being ... you like it, don’t you?" that disgusting face was now smiling and Harry rolled his eyes.

"No, actually, I do not and have never killed for pleasure. I kill for honour and for defence, but nothing more. Quirrell wrap your vile master back up and face me like a man,"

"Give me the stone ... Harry Potter ..." Voldemort hissed again

"I. Said. No." Harry replied instantly and then moved towards the flame door.

"SEIZE HIM!" Voldemort shouted and then Quirrell turned around, but this time he had a huge sword in his hand. He caught Harry by surprise and the sword sunk straight into his stomach before pulling back out again. Harry cringed, his blood was gushing from the wound now but he refused to leave it there.

He staggered back to his feet, cursing himself for his distraction, and attacked the idiot with a force he normally saved for when sparring against his fathers’ skill. He kept one hand over the wound at all times to try and stem the floor a little and his eyes flashed to an icy cold hardness that made Quirrell falter for a minute.

Harry used that second to attack and he managed to cut into the sword arm, but miraculously, Quirrell didn’t drop the sword. Voldemort was chanting something on the other side of Quirrell’s head but Harry couldn’t hear it. He found out, rather a little too late, what it was when pain exploded from his scar and dragged him down to his knees. Quirrell then thrust the sword into his chest and Harry stared up at him in disbelief, his hands grasping either side of it.

The smirk on Quirrell’s face really needed to be wiped off.

Harry tugged the sword out and grabbed his own off the floor and then with one smooth movement, he sliced straight across Quirrell’s ankle, cutting his foot completely free of the body. He climbed to his feet, his head swimming from the lack of blood he now carried and he smirked when he saw that he and Quirrell had switched positions.

He gripped onto the professor’s hair, looking straight into Voldemort’s eyes and grinned cheerfully. He noticed the fire on the door disappear altogether and then someone else entered but he didn’t let himself be distracted again. He gripped onto his sword handle, waved and then decapitated the head from the shoulders.

Only when he was sure Quirrell was dead did he look up and he crumpled down to his knees again, weak beyond words. He managed a smile when he saw Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall and then he fell forward and slipped into unconsciousness.

Harry blinked awake, feeling as though he had been run over by the Hogwarts Express. His eyes took ages to focus, and even then there was a fuzziness around the edges that, quite frankly, scared the shit out of him. He tried to sit up, but he found that his muscles wouldn’t work either, and he couldn’t even lift his arm.

Now, he was panicking.

Something appeared in his line of vision and he blinked again when he noticed that it was the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore.

"Took your bloody time, didn’t you?" Harry managed to choke out, his voice barely more than a whisper. Dumbledore chuckled and moved to help him sit up, propping him up with pillows. Harry glanced around and he could just about make out the blurred forms of his two fathers, Remus Lupin, a man he had never seen before and Poppy Pomfrey.

"I had a little trouble getting Sirius out; the Minister was being difficult-"

"He was being a complete and utter arse you mean," the one that Harry thought was Remus interrupted darkly and Harry sniggered but then gasped and put his hand over his stomach. Tears came to his eyes and he held out his hand as much as he could, watching as it trembled in the air.

"Da... Pa... please" he whispered and felt the bed sink down either side of him almost immediately, he felt a hand gently cupping his cheek and turning his face and then lips were pressed against his. Blood pooled into his mouth and Harry drank it hungrily, resting his forehead against his Pa’s because it was too heavy to hold up.

"What do you think!" another voice interrupted but neither Harry nor Dante paused. Ivan stood up and quickly grabbed Sirius Black’s arms, to stop him from breaking them apart and he held onto the struggling animagus with ease.

"Shh Mr. Black... It’s merely a feeding process; it’s what parents of our kind do to offer comfort and blood. Believe me when I say that it’s nothing more than that," Ivan whispered harshly and Sirius looked from him, to Remus and then to the two vampires on the bed before he relaxed a little, obviously still not liking it.

Eventually Dante pulled away and Ivan took over, realising that neither of them could give him nearly as much blood as he needed, but it would give him enough for the strength until Blaise returned. Once again Harry accepted what was giving and his eyes fell closed, but he managed to force them open again. When he had eventually swallowed enough to be able to move himself around a bit, he pulled back and smiled.

"Thank you," he said and then looked around a little more clearly, his eyes having sharpened to nearly their normal state. He studied everyone carefully and then his eyes fell on a man with scraggly black hair and a scruffy beard. He was, apparently, wearing new robes though by the looks of things. So he must have had enough time to bathe at least, which Harry was more than grateful for.

"So, this must be my godfather," he said with a smile and he motioned for the man to move closer. Sirius did so without hesitation and he sat down on the bed, where Dante had just vacated, and took Harry’s hand into his own, bringing it up to his lips. "How long have I been in here for then? It can’t have been that long,"

"No more than an hour, Harry. We had to wake you because you needed to feed. Blaise and the guards have gone into the forest to hunt for you" Dumbledore replied and then he grinned. "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. Therefore I would expect many visitors if I were you, from your friends and admirers,"

"Great," Harry said dryly, without a hint of enthusiasm and Dumbledore chuckled again, along with the others. "I assume Blaise and Hermione made it out alright then?"

"Yes, I met them in the Entrance Hall when I returned. Quite worried, they were, and quite rightly too." He said and Harry nodded with a smile.

"I take it that extremely useless invention has been hidden again?" he asked seriously with a frown of distaste and Dumbledore beamed at him.

"It has been destroyed, my boy."

"Destroyed? But what about that Mr. Flamel?" Harry asked blankly and Dumbledore grinned, looking quite delighted.

"Oh, you know about Nicolas do you? You did do the thing properly, didn’t you?" he asked with a chuckle and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I’m a Corvus. A Corvus always does things properly," he murmured as he leant back to rest against his Da while still holding Sirius’ hand.

"Nicolas and his wife both have enough Elixir stored to ser their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die. To one as young as you, I’m sure it seems incredible, but not Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure. As you said, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing." Dumbledore replied and Harry rolled his eyes again.

"Can you tell me why Voldemort wants to kill me?" he asked, deciding to try his luck considering he was getting answers so far.

"I cannot tell you that. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day ... put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older ... I know you hate to hear this ... when you are ready, you will know." Dumbledore replied and Harry sighed.

"If I had a coin for every time I heard that..." he muttered, glaring playfully at his two fathers as well. He knew it was partly because of the prophecy, but he also knew that there was another reason as well... and he bloody well wanted to know why. He didn’t bother to argue though, he knew it was pointless.

Just then Blaise arrived with the four shadow guards and they each carried a rabbit. Harry took the one from Blaise first and sank his teeth into it without hesitation, moaning as the blood ran down the back of his throat like silk. It was almost like finally scratching an inch that you previously couldn’t reach. He very nearly drained the first rabbit before he pulled away just in time before he did any damage, and he lay it carefully down on his bed before accepting the second with a nod.

The other three were placed on the table for later and Harry looked up once more, feeling stronger and much more like himself. He eyed his two fathers carefully, looking for any signs of disappointment or anger, but could see none.

"Are you angry with me?" he asked softly and Ivan chuckled before cupping his cheek once more and tilting his head up until their eyes met.

"Never, my son. We have never before been more proud of you than we are at the minute." He offered and smiled at the clear joy that lit up in Harry’s face at his words.

"Oh! Headmaster? I have two more questions. Firstly, what the hell is a Mugwump, and secondly, how did I get the stone out of the mirror?" he asked, pulling back from his Da’s embrace a little and picking up Sirius’ hand again.

"Ah, now, I’m glad you asked me that. It was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that’s saying something-" Dumbledore began with a wink

The rest of the night, Harry spent in the company of his two fathers, Remus and Sirius. It was nice, spending the time with the four of them, but it was even nicer to see that they all got along and quite obviously accepted each other. Sirius, surprisingly, was an uplifting man. Having spent ten years in Azkaban had been harsh on him, but he hid that from the all even though he couldn’t hide the horror from his eyes.

He laughed and joked with them, but not once did he release Harry’s hand. It was as if he was reassuring himself that it was real, and that he really was out of the hell. Harry couldn’t blame him really, and he wasn’t opposed to the holding hands, so it didn’t really matter. Madame Pomfrey had, quite literally, thrown the four men out at 3 in the morning claiming that Harry needed rest, and while it had been amusing to watch, he really hadn’t felt like going to sleep though.

But sleep he did, with the aid of a potion.

He didn’t wake up again until the next afternoon, and that was the night of the end-of-year feast. Madame Pomfrey was moving about in her office, from what he could hear, and so Harry gingerly put his feet over the side, ignored the flinch of pain and grabbed his clothes. His entire torso was covered with a white bandage, except, of course, where blood had seeped through them over the two wounds.

Damn those stupid charmed daggers!

He grumbled softly to himself, deciding to wash when he was back in the common room so that Madame Pomfrey didn’t stop him from leaving, and then he slipped into some clothes, grabbed his weapons belt and then tiptoed over to the door. He had just managed to open it slowly, stopping the creaks, when he was caught.

"HARRY POTTER-CORVUS! GET BACK IN THAT BED!" Madame Pomfrey shouted and Harry sent a sheepish grin over his shoulder before he dashed out of the door and closed it firmly behind him. By the time she had wrenched the door open herself, he had gathered the shadows around him and was making his way down through the dungeons.

He wasn’t surprised to see Blaise sat in the common room, quite obviously bored. But it was a surprise to see his two fathers there too. They grinned at him when he entered and Harry returned it easily, placing his weapons belt down on the chair besides him.

"I ran out, so I didn’t have time for a shower first. I’ll be done in a bit," he said and then he grabbed one of the daggers and headed up, through the boys dormitory, and into the showers, relieved when he didn’t see anyone on his way.

Harry made his way down to the end-of-year feast with Blaise, Terry, Hermione and Susan at his side. He had managed to find them after he had washed and dressed not an hour earlier and had spent the time filling them in on what had happened when he came face to face with Quirrell and Voldemort.

His two fathers had returned home, preparing to pick him up at Kingscross station the next day, after reminding him several times that he was to send Blaise and the others out to hunt for him that night, but he wasn’t allowed to go himself. He was rather disappointed about having not seen Sirius or Remus all day, but said disappointment melted when his Da said that the two had been invited to spend the summer at Corvus Manor.

They were both there now, apparently, while Sirius regained his strength and pulled himself together with the help of Remus. When he walked into the hall, he ignored the stares they were all receiving and moved to sit at the Ravenclaw table, surprised when they actually moved up to make room for him and his friends this time.

The hall was decked out in the Slytherin colours of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin’s winning of the House Cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table. Harry rolled his eyes, how they had managed to win after losing the last Quidditch game to Gryffindor, he didn’t know.

The stares and whispering was beginning to get on his nerves after a minute, but fortunately, Dumbledore arrived before he could get angry and the babble died away instantly. The old man stood up and beamed at them all, entirely too cheerful.

"Another year gone!" he called, "and I must trouble you with an old man’s wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into out delicious feast. What a year is has been! Now, as I understand it, the House Cup needs awarding and the points stand as thus: In fourth place, Hufflepuff with three hundred and twelve points. In third place, we have Ravenclaw with three hundred and fifty-two points. In second place, he have Gryffindor, with four hundred and seventy points and finally, in first place if Slytherin with four hundred and seventy-two,"

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table, and Harry just looked over at them with disgust. Draco Malfoy was even banging his goblet on the table.

"Another award must be given though. A special services to the school to Mr. Harry Potter-Corvus, this is for many reasons so bear with me while I list them," Dumbledore said with a grin and Harry groaned, allowing his head to drop to the table.

"First; for knowingly stepping across those silly house rivalries and befriending members of all houses; Secondly, for showing the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, the bravely of a Gryffindor, the Intelligence of a Ravenclaw and, of course, the slyness of a Slytherin in dealing with attacks to both his own person, and to his fellow students; And finally, for knowingly risking his life to save the school – and thus the entire Wizarding world – from a fate that is too terrible to consider. For these reasons, and many, many more, I commend you Mr. Potter-Corvus,"

Harry was glaring at him forcefully by now, and this brought chuckles from both the staff and students as Dumbledore held up his glass and bowed his head to Harry out of respect. Rolling his eyes, Harry snatched up his own goblet and held it up to the headmaster, returning the gesture, and therefore returning the respect.

Next, Dumbledore handed out extra house points and Harry grinned as he, Hermione and Blaise were gifted with fifty points each. Terry and Susan were given twenty points each for their part in the play and simply because it had taken courage to stand there, waiting, when they knew their friends could be, and probably was, in danger.

Finally the food arrived and Harry sat back in his chair, watching his friends as they ate. His stomach was still more than a little tender and he didn’t even want to consider eating anything that he didn’t have too.

"What are your plans for the summer?" He asked and then rolled his eyes at the glares he received when Hermione went off on another of her long explanations about France and how exciting it would be, and educational, of course.

First thing in the morning, the exam results were handed out in the Great Hall. No really a surprise when Harry and his five friends came out at the top of the year. As usual, Harry received first place in some, and Hermione in the others and with a challenge held in his eyes, Harry grinned. Next year, they would both be fighting for top place and they now knew which subjects they had to work on and who they had to beat.

By the time breakfast was finished, their wardrobes were empty and their trunks were packed. Notes were handed out to all the students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays, much to Harry and Hermione’s disgust. How were they supposed to practice without the use of magic? And how could he torment his fathers? Well, he could always get Blaise to help with that one.

They crossed the lake in the fleet of boats once more and then climbed onto the Hogwarts Express, talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier. Fred and George Weasley came to see them in their compartment and stayed for a while, already planning pranks for the next school year, much to Harry’s amusement.

When the train finally stopped, it took a while for everyone to get out and onto the platform considering they had to do it in twos and threes so that they didn’t attract unwanted attention from the muggles. When they were out though, Harry saw his two fathers along with his Aunt Cerelias, Remus, Sirius and four guards. Before walking over to them, Harry turned to his friends and grinned.

"It’s been a pleasure, you’ll have to come over and stay sometime during the summer. I’ll owl you to work out the particulars." He said and smiled when Susan, Hermione and Terry all nodded their agreement.

"See you Harry!"

"By Corvus!"

Were just as few of the shouts that came his way and Harry didn’t even know who most of them were from, and so he shrugged and turned back to his friends.

"There’s my parents... don’t forget to write!" Hermione called and she hugged them all before walking off to where her muggle parents stood. Susan went off to her Aunt and Terry spotted his parents stood with the Corvus’ and so the three of them walked over together.

"Ah Terry, we were just thanking Lord Corvus for having you this summer. So this must be your friend, Lord Harry?" a smiling woman asked, she had brown hair and gentle brown eyes, though Harry couldn’t be sure if that’s how she really looked. She held out her hand to shake his and Harry grinned before pressing her knuckles to his lips.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am... and please, call me Harry," he said smoothly, pointedly ignoring the smirks he could feel on his fathers’ faces. He shook hands with Mr. Boot and then grinned at Terry again. "Have a good summer; I’ll see you soon hopefully,"

When they were gone, and there was just Harry left with his fathers, he jumped into his Pa’s arms and wrapped his legs around his waist with a grin.

"Did you miss me?"

"We only saw you yesterday!" Dante replied, amused, and Harry scowled before waved his hand dismissively.

"I meant in general, old man." He said with narrowed eyes. His pa smirked and pressed a kiss to his sons head.

"More than you could know, Harry. It’s been too quiet without you-"

"And cheaper, you spoilt brat." Ivan interrupted smoothly, with a playful smirk and Harry glared at him.

"Oh you know you love it, you fat bastard." He said and grinned again when he didn’t even get slapped across the head by his Aunt for swearing. She had either given in telling him or she was too busy stifling her laugh, and the latter was more than likely.

He tightened his grip on the serpent master and the sword of war and then took a calming breath before he threw everything he had into his attack. He pushed himself out of defence and drove his Pa backwards while he batted the blows from his Da away. He closed his eyes and just allowed himself to feel, sensing the shift in the air whenever an attack was made so he could block it.

This was the first time he had been allowed the fight with them since he was injured, but as the cuts had healed over nicely now... finally... they allowed him to play again. Remus and Sirius were both stood on the sidelines, watching with amusement as Harry disarmed his Pa with little effort and then turned on his Da, letting his Pa get himself together and grip his sword again.

He didn’t want to end it too soon now, did he?

It had been three days since he had returned from Hogwarts and he had spent the first day in bed while his Aunt stuck some nasty herb things into his wounds to help them heal faster that way. The second day, he had been allowed out of bed and so he spent it entirely with Sirius, Remus and his two fathers.

His Pa, apparently, was given both Sirius and Remus lessons in sword fighting and combat just in case they were ever out with them and attacked. Something Harry was entirely grateful for, he didn’t want to lose them so soon. He pulled out of his thoughts with a snap and he grinned as he saw his Da struggling not only to keep up, but to block him as well.

He put more strength behind his blows, watching as Ivan was literally pushed back under the force of it. He twirled out of the way to dodge a blow from his recovered Pa, and then twirled back again to finish attacking his Da. He played them backwards and forwards like that for hours, simply disarming one then concentrating on the other while he let the disarmed one collect his weapon.

When his aunt shouting that it was time for supper though, he stopped playing altogether and he attacked them as forcefully as he had attacked Quirrell, his eyes were alight with determination and an easy smile tugged at his lips. With one simply glance, he assessed the situation and then he ducked and rolled as his Pa attacked from behind, he jumped straight back to his feet and in one smooth movement, he had his Da pinned with a sword at his heart and his Pa with a dagger across his throat.

He stayed like that for a minute, letting their minds catch up with what had just happened and then he pulled back and relaxed his stance, wearing a smug grin.

"I win."



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