Chapter 9- Last Call!

 

       The light rain that fell came down red, staining everything it touched as Fox continued to claw at the ice.  Prongs could only stand back and watch as the others argued with one another, and his lover growled and barked at the force inside the crystal.  The colt stayed at his side, some how knowing that the older Stag wouldn’t let anything touch him.

 

       <Holy FUCK!!> Fox shouted, running back to stand protectively in front of Prongs and the colt. 

 

       The ice blew apart like some one had lit a stick of dynamite inside, and a scream filled the air as what looked like a black Phoenix appeared before them.  Fawkes and Keya screamed, Rhiannon falling faint in Ron’s arms, and every fiber of his being had Prongs standing on end.  He shifted anxiously, feeling Fox’s powers sky rocket, and to his surprise, the colt was glaring at the bird, pawing at the ground as if he wanted to go, but knew he couldn’t.

 

       Legolas and No-name took a step back, and drew their bows.  Dumbledore shook his head, and McGonagall quickly cast a warding spell around them.  Any and all destructive type magic that was used would be contained, unable to reach the main campus.  Hermione was racking her brain for anything that could be helpful, all the while trying to help Ron and Rhiannon, who were both unconsious now.  Padfoot stood in a defensive stance, growling at the black bird, and Keya attempted to snap at it.  Fawkes stayed back, his color slowly going from the white he had been burning back to normal. Prongs knew that was not  a good thing.

 

       <Harry, please tell me that it’s impossible for a Phoenix to be black?> Hermione asked, locking her gaze with Prongs.

<Obviously, it’s not impossible ‘Mione.> was the only reply she got before Fox threw his head back and howled.

 

       The ground shook as a ring of fire sprung up underneath the black phoenix, and everyone could hear the yips and barks of what sounded like dogs.  Glowing red eyes appeared in the fire, multiplying as the yips and barks grew louder and louder.  Damiana stepped back, knowing immediately what was happening.  She grabbed No-name’s arm, clutching at her pendant, and the sky opened up, blood rain pouring down in torrents.  McGonagall and Dumbledore were suddenly blasted back by some sort of invisible energy, Keya having just enough time to sheild the others and the energy difusing around Prongs and the colt.  Fox turned to face the Black Phoenix, and burst into flames completely. 

 

       <My ancestors were created by Darkness to destroy the Phoenix, and now I bring that purpose into play!!> he shouted up at it, leaping into the air as the flames of the circle burst up in a great arch around it.

 

       He latched onto the flaming bird, bringing it to the ground with him as he tumbled back.  The flames surged down upon the two creatures, screams and growls, barks and cries echoing as the flash of white from Fox’s power blinded all that watched.  Prongs’ eyes were wide with horror as the bird rose from the flames, throwing Fox to the ground before Legolas’ feet.  With a cry of anguish, he reared, golden hooves glowing as he slammed them back to the ground.  The colt at his side mimicked his actions, and Prongs’ glowing eyes settled on the birds.  It was laughing at him.

 

       <I have had enough of this!> he shouted, whipping his head back and forth in anger, <The darkness took him from me three years ago, and I won’t let it happen again!  There’s only ONE Ancient of Water, and she’s NOT YOU!!>

 

       The pendant around his neck flared green, rays of light swirling for an instant as the pendant on Fox’s collar did the same in red.  The Dragon’s Eye pendant that hung with it flared white, the silver casing moving as if it were alive, trying to get off it’s chain.  The scar on Prongs’ forehead glowed white as he shifted to his human form, a hand resting on the colt’s neck as he flicked his wand in the phoenix’s direction.

 

       The bird screamed as it crashed to the ground, and Fox tried to stand.  Harry pulled the Dragon’s Blade from his belt, twirling it like a baton before his wand disappeared in a shimmer of green, swirling around the blade.  The blade grew longer, thinner than a broad sword, yet not exactly a katana style sword either.  The second Harry took a step away from the colt, it laid down, glowing eyes never once blinking as it stared at the bird.  Legolas stared at it rather than the 20 year old wizard before him, and as Harry got closer to the bird, he noticed that it’s hooves were glowing the same green as the WizElf’s eyes, and that the wound on his shoulder was shimmering red.  In the shape of a lightning bolt.

 

       The bird finally stood, and as it flapped its great wings to get off the ground, Devil’s Snare sprung up from the ground, pulling it back down.  No-name gasped, as did everyone else, and Draco reached out towards Harry, eyes glowing ice blue as he pulled the Dragon pendant from his neck.  The small silver dragon separated from the Diamond, and swirled around Harry before surging into the Diamond on the blade.  Keya roared, her transparent form becoming solid again, and she took to the sky with a mighty flap of her wings.

 

       “There’s no place in this world for your Darkness, and I think it time you meet your father and his Master!!” Harry shouted, the air around him flying up in a swirl of white as he plunged the blade into the Phoenix’s chest.

 

       Everyone covered their ears as the earpiercing scream cut through the air, cut off as Keya landed on the bird, her teeth sinking into its throat before ripping its head from its neck.  Black blood flew over all of them, disappearing in a flurry of blue glittering light, and Rhiannon collapsed as Harry fell to his knees.  The sky cleared and McGonagall relaxed.  Legolas and Sirius however, were quite concerned with the colt.

 

       It’s hooves had returned to their natural forest green color, eyes no longer glowing, but the wound still glowed red.  Fawkes sat next to the Ancients of Water and Air as Dumbledore and company walked over to it, Hagrid in the lead.  Harry turned to look at them, eyes flickering as he ‘powered down’.

 

       “For one so yung, he’s got mur powa than Ah woulda deemed pos’ble, Professor.” said the half-giant, kneeling next to the small creature.

“The Devil’s Snare,” No-name started, “it was him, wasn’t it Harry?”

 

       The Golden Boy just nodded and took the colts head in his hands.  Draco pushed Hagrid aside and placed his hands over the wound, and felt the poor thing tense.  He held his hand out to Harry, who took it knowingly and moved to the other side of the animal, placing his other hand over Draco’s.  A small flame made its way over their hands, and both boys locked gazes.  They nodded to one another as the colt bowed his head while their free hands moved to caress the others face.  Damiana gasped as she realized what they were about to do, and took a few steps back.  Rhiannon followed her shortly, pulling on Ron and Hermione.  Fawkes let out a little gasp like sound and immediately linked with the other minds around him.

 

       <All of you, back away!> he ordered, locking his eyes with Dumbledore’s own, <If I’m not mistaken, this is going to be one hell of a blast.>

 

       As McGonagall, Sirius and Dumbledore quickly joined the others, Legolas and No-name exchanged worried looks.  The Elven Prince knew exactly what the two WizElfs were going to try, but knew it would never happen.  Even with Narcissa’s blood and his own, Draco did not know enough of the powers granted to him as an Elf to use them.  And even with Harry’s almost perfect blood, he did not have the strength after killing the Black Phoenix to call upon that much power.  At least he didn’t think the boys were capible of it.

 

       “Legolas…” No-name said, his voice shaking as both boy’s hands were engulfed in flames, and a swirl of green.

“Crawler, you know that they- MOVE!!” shouted the Elven Prince, grabbing his lover and taking refuge with the others.

 

       Harry and Draco leaned forward, lips touching  in a chaste kiss, and the fire beneath their hands grew into a roaring bondfire around them as they pulled back and took the colts head in their free hands.  They both kissed its forehead, and as a blinding ring of white light burst from their Elemental pendants, a swirl of green put the fire out, and when the others looked, they saw that the colt was no longer there.  He had infact, been replaced by a boy, no older than 11, holding hands with Harry and Draco as the air that blew up around them disappeared.

 

 His hair was as black as night, a few streaks of silver blonde in it, and reached down to just past his shoulders.  His skin was not as pale as Draco’s, nor as dark as the light tan Harry had, but was a perfect intermediate.  They could all see that his fingernails were painted a dark green, the same green that the colt’s hooves had been, and that his eyes were defined by what looked to be black eyeliner.  His ears were also slightly pointed, but not so much that they would stand out.  As they all watched, the small flame on the boys back faded away, leaving a lightning bolt scar on his left shoulder to match the one on Harry’s forehead.  When his eyes opened, Dumbledore smiled, seeing the familiar silver-blue of the Slytherin boy, but also noting the thin ring of green that accented his pupils.  Legolas also noticed the Celtic knot work that had appeared as a black and silver necklace on all three boys.  The Triple Goddess. 

 

“He’s- he’s- OH BLOODY HELL!” Ron sputtered, rubbing his temples, “Like a Black Phoenix wasn’t enough!  Now there’s an 11 year old animagi GUARDIAN that’s going to be walking the halls of Hogwart’s!  ‘Mione, is there anything-“

“Ron, shut up!” Rhiannon snapped, “he’s not exactly going to be attending Hogwart’s, is he Dumbledore?”
”I’m afraid he has to.” answered McGonagall.

“Yes,” added Dumbledore, “this young fellow needs to learn how to control his powers, and fast, if his purpose is what I think it is.  Fawkes?”

 

       The bird looked at each and every one of them before his eyes settled on the boy.  There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that he could tell them.  There wasn’t a thing he knew about the boy, except that he was the Earth Guardian, and had just received the Elven Communion from both Harry and Draco.  This boy would surpass both their powers one day, and he’d be long gone by then.  He looked to Legolas and with a curt nod, flew off to Dumbledore’s open balcony door.  The Elf Prince just smiled and looked at the three boys, taking notice of the fact that both older Wizards were holding the Stag Boy’s hands.

 

       “I think it best if we discuss our plans inside, and before the Express arrives.  There are many questions about Harry and Draco’s powers that I think need to be answered.” he said, getting an approving nod from Dumbledore.

 

*

 

       Twenty minutes later, they all sat at the Griffindor table, everyone’s wand set on the table before them.  That was of course with the exception of Legolas and Crawler, who didn’t have wands.  Hagrids umbrella leaned against the bench.  Harry and Draco sat on either side of their boy, who was casually leaning into Draco’s shoulder.  None of them had heard him speak.

 

       “I’d like to cover the whole Soul Mates issue first, if I may.” Legolas started.  “As you all well know, it is necessary for each Ancient to have a counterpart that grounds them.  This does not have to be power wise, but merely something for them to remember when they start getting out of control.  Rhiannon, because we knew her Mate wouldn’t be born until much later, was stripped of her full power at birth.  Keya will become one with her again soon, and Ron here will find his animagus form soon thereafter.

 

       “Damiana is not quite as lucky to have found her Mate.  I believe this to be Lucius Malfoy’s fault.  Getting himself involved with her early on in his years at Hogwarts, -“

“Can’t you just say that I got fucked and refused to look for my true Mate because I thought he was Lucius?  It is the truth, and it’s a hell of a lot easier to understand than the rubbish your spewing Legolas.” Damiana scowled, “Aislinn was concieved when I was in my 5th year, and I thought it would be best that I freeze her until I felt the time was right.  I would’ve abandoned her had I known that Draco would eventually become Harry Potter’s lover.  Lucius and I were both under the impression that they would hate one another, and that Ace should be brought into the world to take Potter and protect him.  I had no idea that the bastard was intending on sacraficing her to You-Know-Who.”

 

       “Yes, well, I guess that sums that up.” Crawler laughed, rubbing Legolas’ neck.

 

       “I, like my father before me, have seen many centuries,” Legolas continued, “but I have no true Mate.  It is not necessary for an Elf who will live as long as I.  I do not doubt that Narcissa is my Mate, but Crawler is as well.  I have many who ground me.  Truth be told, all of you ground me, as I care for you all.”

 

“Well that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.” a new voice said, the boy’s blue eyes locking onto that of the Elven Prince. “If you cared, you would’ve told Damiana about the Marking, and you would’ve gone to your son long ago.  You also would not have let Draco ‘play dead’ for three years, thus hurting the Heir of Griffindor.  Funny how words can mean one thing for one time, and not apply to a time past.”

 

       The boy stood and Draco stood with him. Harry nodded and the two left.  Dumbledore looked confused as Hermione conjured up drinks for everyone, and Sirius layed a piece of parchement on the table.  Snape walked in with a look of shock on his face and rolled a corked vial to Harry.

 

       “This was found where the girl had been.  It’s a very good substitute for Unicorn Blood, used by breeders should one ever need a transfer.  What I find strange is the fact that there’s ancient Serpent blood in it.  While it does call for blood of a snake, it does not necessarily have to be this old.” he said, taking his seat next to the Griffindor Heir.

“The Serpent of Life, the Slytherin Gardian, was that which protected Aislinn, is it not?” Harry asked Damiana.

“Yes.  Why?”

“Think of what Voldermont was.  The Heir of Slytherin, and he could speak Parseltongue.  If my hunch is correct, he knew about Aislinn from the get go, and used the Serpent to bring her completely in touch with her darkness, which inevitably came from Riddle.  As impossible as it may sound, I think that the Serpent linked itself to Aislinn, and when whoever it is that’s behind all this got their hands on it, it boosted the negative magic in her.  Whatever they did to the serpent magnified all of the darkness in Aislinn, thus driving her crazy.  If I really think about it, I believe it a good thing that I got rid of her as opposed to trying to help her.  We would’ve done more harm than good.”

“I agree.  Unicorn Blood is pure Light, and if it were a part of her, the darkness would try to attack it.  Either way, Aislinn would have died.” agreed Snape.

“Exactly.  Now, I know you all still have things to discuss, but I’m exausted, and am going to my room.  I can explain everything regarding James in the morning.” Harry said with a yawn.

“Who?” Crawler asked, looking at everyone, finding that they were wondering the same thing.

“The boy.  James Kain Malfoy.  Excuse me.”

 

       They all stared at him as Harry left, his wand forgotten on the table.  Ron picked it up and ran to the door, watching his retreating back.

 

       “Harry, you forgot you’re-“

 

       The wand flew out of Ron’s hand and into Harry’s, glowing green for a split second before he disappeared into the darkness of the Slytherin Dungeons.

 

~!*!~

 

       “Last call for the Hogwarts Express!!  Last call!!”

 

       With a sly smile she slipped into the bagage car and found herself a nice quiet corner.  With a low, dark chuckle she looked at the glowing bottle of silver liquid in her robe pocket and settled down for the ride.

      

       “It won’t be long now,” she said to no one, “Soon the Ancients will fall, and the Wizarding World will be ours for the taking, Father.  Malfoy was a fool to think that his illegit child could stop us, just as she was a fool for thinking she could destroy Potter and his Mate.  Well I will succeed where your Death Eaters have failed, and again they will know what fear is.”

 

 

 

~TBC~

 

AN:  Yes, yes, I know I didn’t explain the family things like I said I would, but I just got over a huge block, and with the end of school coming next month I’m studying for my finals, so writing time is few and far in between.  I’m not sure when I’ll have the next chapter out, so keep a look out for it.  Things are going to start moving faster, so hold on tight.  Any and all questions and/or comments and criticisms can be sent to me in either a review or an email.  And I live off feedback, so keep shoveling it to me.