I don't own any of the characters or places except for Kyrene, Lycoris, Jared, Kaelyn, Kynan & Conan. A/N:
Twenty-One: Mysteries
Kyrene paced back and forth, mumbling to herself. The boys were asleep for once and Remus had taken the opportunity to sleep as well. Kyrene had joined him, but after thirty minutes of lying there and thinking she stood up and began to pace. Why hadn't she seen it?
Wait. When the boys were born; she saw something.
Kyrene stopped next to the bed, pulling at her hair as she racked her brain for the memory of the future she had seen.
Hogwarts twisted and turned, moaned and groaned, shifted and cried, as everything stopped within the majestic castle. Harry looked around, though he didn't look like the fourteen year old Harry. No, no, he looked at least seventeen. His ears were Elvin, his eyes shining a brighter green. Coralee was bigger too, standing to his knees now, and she too looked around the entrance hall.
The ground shook next, explosions sounding here and there, echoing around the grounds of Hogwarts. Teachers flew passed Harry so fast he couldn't discern who was who. Shouts came from those that ran passed as he slowly turned and followed them out.
The grounds of Hogwarts were filled to the brim with black robes. Black robes and teachers. The students were safe in their beds, Hogwarts finally breaking the spell on her and lulling them to sleep.
But that was it. Kyrene groaned, rubbing her face with her hands. It doesn't make sense!
"Kyrene, sleep," Remus muttered, rolling over so he faced her. He blinked open one eye and patted the bed beside him.
Kyrene sighed and climbed into bed, snuggling up to her fiancé. Two days now.
Remus smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around her, kissing the top of her head. Just two days.
The benches were white, the arches were white, the curtains were white, even the material folded along the green grass that created the aisle was white. It was beautiful though. Draped along the back of every bench were blue lilies and pink daisies. The benches were full with people, friends and coworkers, all dressed in their finest robes as they sat and waited.
The wedding party was beautiful, the maid of honour dressed in a baby pink while the best man wore a baby blue dress shirt under his tux. Sirius was standing next to Remus, the groom who wore a beautiful dark brown tux with a white dress shirt. The tux, though an unusual colour, brought out the amber of Remus' eyes.
It was really the perfect day; the sun was at the perfect level, shining on the wedding party as it slowly started to fall behind the horizon.
The maid of honour, Lily, had her hair down and curled just slightly. Kyrene's hair was up, a few pieces curled to frame her face. Her white dress was strapless and tied in a corset fashion down her back while the dress itself flowed down to the ground, a trail following her steps.
Oh don't be fooled, Dumbledore tried with all his might to get people to try and believe that this wedding should not happen. After all, Kyrene was but nineteen and Remus was a werewolf. People had laughed at him though. It was odd, really, that people didn't believe Dumbledore. But then again, it was his fault young Kelly died.
It was a small wedding, though a few major people had been invited to show the united front of the two boys that sat next to each other, smiling brightly up at their godfather. The minister no longer believed Dumbledore, though people were disappointed that nothing exciting had happened at the end of last year. He used his power to persuade people that Dumbledore was insane; those were the big headlines now. Oh how fun it is to knock Dumbledore off his high horse.
Harry was happy. Oh yes; very happy. His father was back, he had his mate, his sisters and his half-brother, his godfathers, his huge extended family.
Harry smiled at himself as he studied his new reflection in the mirror in his ensuite bathroom. He had turned fifteen just two days ago and was now, since he was conscious, studying his reflection. His ears were now pointed like an elf's, with aqua blue markings running along the sides of them. His face didn't change at all, though he felt as if his eyelashes had become darker. His eyes seemed to pop out more than usual.
Another thing that he was currently studying with much concentration because he couldn't seem to find the words to actually understand what it was exactly was this marking along his hip bone line. It looked as if it could form a phrase though it wasn't written in English or any language that he could vaguely recognize.
It was blue too, the lines twisting and curling across his skin to form the phrase of this hidden secret etched into his skin. He lightly ran his fingers across it, smiling slightly when it tickled his skin, and doing it again as he didn't feel the ink at all on his skin. It was like the tattoos Padfoot had dancing across his body.
"Harry?" His dad's voice called from his room.
"In the bathroom," Harry called back as he turned around and studied his back. There too was another marking in between his shoulder blades. This one looked to be just one word written in this language that he did not recognize. It was bigger than the ones running across his stomach, and was also blue.
"Do you know what they say?"
Harry shook his head as he turned to face his father, smiling brightly at him.
Tom smiled back, walking forward and hugging his son.
Harry sighed happily as he burrowed his face into the front of Tom's robes.
"Do you know the language of the marks?"
Harry shook his head.
"I believe it is dark Elvin. A tricky language to learn but once you know it, it never goes away. Or so I'm told, anyway."
Harry chuckled before pulling back slightly. "Can I learn it?"
"I'm surprised you don't have it already with your transformation. Most often when someone comes into their inheritance they learn the language of the creature they became."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Damn."
Dumbledore snarled as he scrunched up the Daily Prophet and threw it into his fireplace.
Why did you kill me?
Dumbledore jumped in his seat, his wand appearing in his hand as he frantically looked around, trying to find the source of the voice that he hadn't heard in many years.
Wasn't I good enough?
Dumbledore whipped around but there was nothing there to explain the whispered voice and air in his ear.
I gave you everything.
Dumbledore jumped out of his chair, turning quickly in circles trying to find the voice.
Yet you destroyed me.
The five remaining portraits were looking at Dumbledore with bemused expressions on their faces. They couldn't hear anything, but it was entertaining to watch the old headmaster spin in circles trying to find something.
I loved you. I would have followed you anywhere.
Dumbledore spun again, "Where are you?"
I've always been watching over you.
Dumbledore looked up and around again and again.
Lycoris said I could stay with her if I told her everything about you.
"Everything? You don't know everything!"
The voice laughed, and Dumbledore twirled again though there still wasn't anyone visible in the room.
Of course I know everything.
"You can't!"
But I do, Al.
"Impossible!"
Believe whatever you wish. I look forward to meeting you in hell.
Dumbledore looked around again and stopped at the window, watching it open and close on its own. The five portraits were smirking down at Dumbledore, watching as he shakily walked to his desk and sat down.
"It cannot be possible," he whispered to himself as his shaking hand picked up his quill and he started ruffling through the parchment on his desk, trying to ignore the thoughts speeding through his head.
Harry bolted up in his bed, breathing heavily as he wildly looked around his bedroom within Slytherin Castle. Once he was sure there was no danger lurking in the twisting shadows he sighed in relief, letting his eyes close.
A banging on the door caused him to jump in his bed, his eyes widening and staring at the door as it burst open.
"Thank Merlin," Tom muttered as he walked further into the room, Lily rushing passed him and climbing on the bed, bringing her son to her chest.
Harry blinked a few times as Tom came up on his other side and joined in the hug. "Um..?"
"Oh Harry, I," Lily broke off as a sob escaped her throat. She clung to him tighter, her hand clenching his hair.
"It's okay; you're safe." Tom whispered, running one hand down his son's arm and the other down Lily's back.
Harry blinked a few times before sighing and snuggling into his parent's hug, the dream slipping from his mind as he fell asleep once more.