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Voldemort stood before the crackling fire, listening to the sorcerer who had traveled from Harry's homeland to come seek his aid. It seemed as if the incompetent man had tried to use a strange transformation spell on the consort, managing instead to turn him into part bird. Voldemort had been resurrected thanks to his loyal Death Eaters. One of them had managed to take the boy's blood that had been stored in the Hospital Wing in order to complete the spell.

His fists tightened as the foolish man went on, talking about how they could rule the world together if they joined forces. Voldemort smirked as he continued to let the man ramble until he was certain all the useful information had been gathered. He had no intention of sharing anything, whether it was the world, or the death of Harry Potter.

Harry dressed for the second ball in a row and wondered how many of these events Uberta had planned. He winced when he thought of it and realized that as long as she had even the flimsiest excuse she could continue to throw these every night. He smiled down at the ring Derek had given him so long ago and he knew that the ball he was looking forward to the most was the Betrothal Ball. That was several months away yet, but still he was looking forward to it eagerly.

Severus arrived at the palace and bowed to the Queen as she greeted him. He was glad to see that these balls seemed to have lifted her spirits. She had been widowed twice now and she seemed to take it harder each time. He smirked to himself as he wondered how many more of these balls the woman had planned, but realized that it was just simpler to know that as long as she was breathing she was planning a ball.

He entered into the chamber and only had a moment to brace himself before a small long haired form tackled him. He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around Harry before they both regained themselves. He looked over Harry and saw he was once again in full Consort Mode, he did noticed the changes in hair and could sense the magic coming from his neck and the beads in his hair. Severus raised a brow; it seemed Harry had somehow managed to learn some ways of containing his magic. Though the spells he was using seemed fit only for channeling energy. Severus decided he would interrogate the boy later, now was not the time.

Derek saw how happy seeing Severus had made his little beloved and he was glad that his mother had made this a very private affair. Only those who were very close to the royal family, Wizarding or otherwise, were permitted to attend. Dumbledore had also arrived but Harry greeted him with a very warm formal welcome. He had remembered his place as a consort after rushing childishly to Severus. Sometimes Derek wished his consort wasn't so well trained; it would certainly make things more interesting.

The Ball was mainly just an informal dinner so that those who had missed Harry could have a chance to reconnect with him. Uberta had just announced that dinner was served when Harry suddenly spoke up and insisted two more guests were coming. She gave him a curious look but her silent question was answered when Chamberlin announced to more guests. This time it seemed that Harry did not even try to contain himself as he leapt into the welcoming arms of the two men.

Derek tried to suppress any trace of jealousy when he saw the two handsome men and how warmly Harry acted with them. He knew that these two were the ones who were responsible for Harry's safe return; still one had an ethereal sort of beauty and the other while not incredibly beautiful was strong and handsome. Eventually the three drew apart from each other and Harry turned with a bright smile "This is Bellion and Cain."

Bellion smiled fondly down at his son as everyone became acquainted with each other. He gave a little laugh when he saw Derek's reaction to them. He thought perhaps the young Prince didn't recognize them, soon however realization dawned in the Prince's eyes and he came up and sheepishly thanked them formally once again for protecting and helping his beloved. When the Prince pulled away and exchanged a glance with Harry Bellion saw all he needed to in that one look. The two soul mates had found each other once again, and he could not forewarn them of what was to come.

Cain held Bellion's delicate hand firmly; he frowned when he saw Bellion's eyes fill with tears and wished once again his love would confide in him. He knew however that the argument was wasted; Bellion was determined to face the pain alone. Though Cain was realizing that it had to have something to do with Harry and Derek since Bellion only reacted like that when he thought of the two of them. He brought Bellion's hand up to his lips and pressed a reassuring kiss to it, whatever was coming for them they would face it together.

Voldemort smirked down at the body of the Sorcerer. He had all he needed now. The Sorcerer was oddly aware of the going ons of the castle. He knew where Harry was staying and even knew how to break in through the wards, enabling him to come and go as he pleased. The best thing of all was that he knew there was a ball going on tonight where Harry Potter and his closest family and friends would be in attendance. He grabbed Lucius's arm and summoned his Death Eaters, it was time to finish this.

Severus's eyes widened when he felt the familiar burning of his arm and exchanged a glance with Dumbledore. The older wizard looked at him sadly before nodding and Severus excused himself from the dinner, getting several curious glances, but no one pried. Harry was currently telling of the many adventures he had with his friends and his adoptive fathers. Innocent to the darker undercurrent that was taking place.

Severus knelt before the Dark Lord and felt his heart go cold as the plan was laid out before them. He closed his eyes and could only pray that it would not succeed. However this time he would be unable to prevent it from happening. He put on is Death Eater mask and clock and tried to steel his heart against what he would have to do.

After the formal dinner the group had moved onto dancing. Bellion and Cain swept gracefully around the floor; or rather Bellion gracefully led the stumbling Cain while disguising it to seem as if Cain was leading .Uberta was watching the affair talking to Dumbledore happily chirping about the upcoming Betrothal Ball that would officially mark Harry's place at Court. Harry and Derek were on the dance floor as well, off in their own little world as they held one another close.

Dumbledore was nodding to the widowed Queen but his thoughts were elsewhere, it seemed that Severus would not be returning as soon as he had hoped. His blue twinkling eyes widened when he saw a discreet signal in the sky. He felt his heart grow cold, Voldemort was coming and the signal told him that Severus could not stop him without revealing himself and sacrificing his life. Quickly the wise wizard tried to think of a plan but it was too late as the entrance doors slammed open and revealed their greatest fears.

Bellion pressed himself into Cain's chest as he felt his Beloved's eyes on him; firmly Cain took him by the chin and forced him to look up at him "Is it…?" Bellion nodded the unspoken question and Cain for the first time fully realized the pain that Bellion had been holding in his heart. The Seer's tears came freely now and Cain knew that he could not do anything to ease them.

Derek knew instantly who was before them and shoved Harry roughly behind him. He drew his sword in challenge. He would not allow this Dark Lord to tear his love away from him, he refused, and he would rather die then watch helplessly as Harry was pulled away from him once again.

Dumbledore urged Uberta back but the Queen was hissing furiously at the Dark Lord drawing too much attention to herself which forced Dumbledore to freeze her. He then pushed her back to safely as he waited to see what Tom's move would be. He seemed to be merely watching the scene with amusement before he threw a limp form to the ground before him.

Voldemort could taste the victory that was so close. He through Rothbart's body to the floor before them and let his laughter ring out, echoed by his followers. "The fool came to me, willing to share all his information to earn a spot by my side…" He smirked and slowly descended the stairs making his way directly towards Harry, Dumbledore stepped into his way, but Voldemort was not done.

His serpentine voice echoed in the silent hall as he continued his speech "You see he took something very precious from me, I will not allow any other to kill you little Potter, and he intended to do just that…well, it's no matter now, I have taken care of the matter for you personally." He chuckled to himself as he drew his wand "But alas I'm sorry to interrupt this little get together, there's just one thing I wanted to do and I'll be on my way…"

He slowly drew his wand and Dumbledore leapt into action. He was stopped as a wall of Death Eaters arose preventing him from hitting Voldemort with any of his spells. He looked to the others to see if they stood any chance but they were lethally out numbered. None of the order was in attendance while Voldemort had brought every one of his servants, Cain and Bellion were surrounded, the village leader was desperately trying to protect the Seer and reach his son at the same time, but was barely able to hold his ground.

The lay out gave Voldemort a clear path to Harry though Derek was still in his way, Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at the young prince "Out of the way, I have no interest in you."

Harry's eyes went wide as the only memory of his mother played over in his mind. He gripped Derek's cape and pleaded for him to move, but his prince remained firm. Harry saw the growing green spell at the tip of Voldemort's wand as it launched towards Harry and the young Consort did what a Consort was supposed to do, protect their beloved Prince. He pulled Derek out of the way, both of them barely managed to doge the spell but Derek would not allow himself to be protected. He covered Harry's body with his own and his blue eyes looked down at Harry's furiously as he said passionately "I won't let you die." Harry wanted to say something, but he was petrified in fear as he saw the Dark Lord above him.

Voldemort growled remembering once before when someone sacrificed their lives to protect the prophesized brat. He would not make the same mistake twice. He levitated the Prince off of the young consort and slammed him into a far away wall. Slowly Voldemort turned and pulled a dagger from his side "I do not know if the Death Curse will work on you as it failed the first time…so I suppose I will have to do this in a rather muggle way." He gripped Harry and lifted him up by his collar as he held the dagger to his throat "It seems the Prophesy ends hear Potter." He hissed as he began to lower the dagger.

Derek leapt from where he had fallen and watched with wide and terrified eyes as his beloved consort was held at knife point. He remembered Severus telling him that in order to consider himself worthy of Harry he had to prove that he was with his strength of body and of heart. He drew his sword and in one motion plunged it into the back of the Dark Lord.

Pain filled Voldemort's world and he called to one of his Horcurx barely managing to harness it in time to survive. His enraged red eyes locked onto those of the Consort as he smiled slowly "People just keep dying for you don't they little Potter?"

Voldemort turned and before the Prince could draw his sword out of the Dark Lord's body to defend himself he felt the cold metal of Voldemort's knife bury into his heart. Derek's eyes went wide as he locked his gazes with Harry. His last glimpse of his love was Harry with terrified tears streaming down his face as he watched his beloved fall.

Bellion was unable to fight and was so forced to watch what he had seen so many times before, Derek dying to protect his beloved. He wished so feverantly that he had taught Harry better. Being a Seer he could only use defensive and healing magic and had passed that on to Harry, but Harry needed offensive magic, and knew none. Bellion felt his heart breaking, knowing that the tragedy was not yet over.

Harry watched numbly as Derek fell to the ground, dead before he had even landed. Harry's world went mute and colorless, colorless except the crimson that was spilling from Derek's cold body. Harry barely realized he was being lifted before the sight of his beloved was blocked by the smirking face of the Dark Lord "Don't worry little bird, you will be with your love soon enough."

Voldemort had not wanted anyone sacrificing themselves for Harry again, but since he had killed the foolish prince with a muggle weapon he thought it was safe to pull his wand and end the boy's torment. He whispered the words and green light that matched the color of Harry's eyes exploded from the tip. The spell landed at point blank on Harry's body, the force making the consort's feathers float away; and he dropped the lifeless consort next to the form of his fallen Prince.

The world was still as the Prophesy came to its conclusion, though different than any of them had believed. The power that Voldemort did not know Harry possessed was the fact that buried inside of him all those years ago Voldemort had accidently planted a Horcrux. Voldemort had just destroyed his own Horcrux and thus himself. He felt the burning pain go through him and he tried to contact one of his remaining ones, but since he had destroyed it himself it cancelled out all the others.

Slowly the Dark Lord's body turned back into dust and bones before flying off on the same wind that carried away Harry's remaining feathers.

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