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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the owner of Harry Potter or anything related to him. I can wish all I want but the fact of the matter is that he already belongs to J.K Rowling...despite how ticked off I am at her for the direction that she's currently taking my two favourite characters!

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning, this story is AU and does involve some violence in later chapters.

“Mr. Potter, you have a call on line one.”

Harry looked up as Miranda's voice filled his office. Sighing, he glanced over to the telephone sitting on the corner of his desk. Sure enough, a small flashing light was emitting from the phone indicating that there was a call in queue.

Thanks to a certain determined, bushy-haired Gryffindor, Muggle technology had been incorporated throughout the Ministry of Magic. For the most part it made things a lot easier, but then there were times like these, when he wished everything was still done by owl. At least back then he could answer questions when he wasn't in the middle of something.

Oh well, if they are already waiting they can afford to wait a little longer.

Quickly filling out the paperwork he'd been working on, he slid it into the envelope and sealed it. Once done, he reached over to hit the intercom button and called His secretary. “Miranda, I've finished the paperwork on the Johnson case. Can you make sure that it is sent to Keith's office to be scanned and coded?”

“Yes, Mr. Potter. I'll do it right away.”

Releasing the intercom button, he leaned back in his chair, glancing at the phone. I wonder how much trouble I'd get in if I just disconnected the call? he thought playing with the idea. Probably none. Half the people here still don't know how to properly use them yet...unless of course it's Bloomfield. He'd skin me alive.

Harry grumbled and reached for the receiver.

“POTTER!”

"Holy fu-" Harry jumped back as an extremely loud and yet familiarly annoying voice filled the room. Glancing back at the intercom, he frowned.

“Potter, you have to tell me where you found your secretary. She is absolutely delicious! I shall have to get myself one.....although I can't really complain. Blair has an incredibly nice arse!”

Harry glared and hit the intercom button again. “Miranda, I suggest you get Mr. Malfoy out from behind your desk and get back to work. Otherwise, you will find yourself leaving the premises faster then he can sweet talk you.”

“Oh...err...” Harry could practically hear the blush in her voice. “I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, it won't happen again.”

“See that it doesn't.”

“Yes, sir!”

“And send the idiot in!”

“Yes, sir!”

Harry glared at the blond as he came through the door and picked up the phone, answering the waiting call.

“Head Auror Potter, Unspeakable Division.”

Draco smirked and closed the door behind him. He headed around the desk to where Harry was reclined in his chair and sat down directly in front of him. Harry sent him a warning glare, but Draco only smirked in return before using his legs to pull Harry's chair closer.

“No, the Hernandez case still has to be coded before it can be sent out. It was supposed to be in Keith's office yesterday,” Harry replied, trying to ignore Draco and concentrate on the call.

Draco moved the phone cord out of the way and leaned in to place open mouthed kisses on Harry's neck, sucking lightly on the skin that he could reach.

Harry bit his lip to keep from gasping as he tried valiantly to push Draco away from him with one hand. “Find that case, Jen. I don't want another screw-up like last week. The Boy-Who-Lived title comes in handy once in awhile, but sooner or later they are going to get tired of excuses.”

Draco chuckled at the comment, but continued to lavish attention on Harry's neck while his hands slid down the brunette's chest.

“Look, there is something I have to take care of. I'll check in with Keith at 5 o'clock. Make sure the file is there,” Harry replied, before disconnecting the call and shoving Draco back with both hands.

Draco attempted to stay where he was but Harry was far stronger.

“What the hell do you want?” Harry snapped, unhooking Draco's legs from his chair and putting distance between them.

“Well, I thought that would have been obvious,” Draco responded cheekily.

“Get off my desk!”

“Ahh, your desk,” Draco replied, sliding his hands along the finished wood. “I always liked this desk, especially when you would fuck me on it...over and over again. It was very hot.”

Harry gritted his teeth and repeated himself. “Get off my desk!”

“Don't tell me you don't miss it. I know you do.” Draco smirked. “You haven't dated anyone since.”

“My personal life is none of your concern.”

“Ouch, Harry! I'm hurt,” Draco replied, pouting. “Even you have to admit the sex was great!”

Harry glared. “You forget, I wasn't having sex nearly as often as you were,” he replied, coldly.

“Are you still on about that?” Draco sighed. “It was only a one time thing. I don't know what the big deal is.”

“Yeah, it was a one time thing, 37 different times.”

Draco grinned. “The good old days.”

“Are you here for a reason?” Harry snapped. “Or are you just being a slag?”

“Fuck you, Potter!”

“Already did that, didn't you? Me and half the bloody population of London.” Harry shot back. “Now, why the hell are you here?”

Draco glared for a moment before giving in. If he didn't tell him, his own ass would be on the line. “Bloomfield wants to see us in his office.”

“When?”

Draco glanced at his watch. “About five minutes ago.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “And you're just telling me this now?”

“Looks that way, doesn't it?”

Harry stood and made his way out of the room, leaving Draco to follow. “Miranda, cancel all my afternoon appointments. I've got a meeting with Bloomfield. Don't worry about rescheduling them. I'll do it when I come back.”

“Yes, Mr. Potter,” she replied, before glancing back at the entrance to Harry's office.

Harry caught her look and glanced up as well. Draco had just come out of the office looking quite disheveled. His hair was mussed, his lips were flushed and his clothing was a little on the rumpled side. He looked suspiciously like he'd just been shagged. Walking by them, Draco cast a wink at Miranda and purposefully let his hand stray against Harry's stomach.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. With a sigh, he glanced back up at Miranda, who was looking at him with a knowing expression on her face. “I'm going to kill him,” he muttered, then turnedaround and following the blond out into the hall.

Stepping through the door, he spotted Draco leaning against the wall, a smug expression plastered across his face and his clothing and hair back to their normal positions. “Let me guess.” Harry replied, sarcastically. “You were trying to restore your reputation?”

Draco scoffed. “My reputation does not need restoration.”

“Really?” Harry asked, heading down the hall in the direction of Bloomfield's office. “Have you stopped receiving hate-mail from people who are disgusted by the fact that you cheated on the Savior of the Wizarding World?”

Draco glared. “I've had them re-directed and I think that fame has inflated your big head.”

Harry smirked at the admission. “I've learned to use it to my advantage,” he replied. “I never heard you complain when it was working in your favor.”

“Of course you wouldn't,” Draco replied, haughtily. “It saved my ass on occasion.”

Harry rolled his eyes and continued down the hall in silence, trying to ignore the blond's presence, which was extremely difficult with Draco touching him every five seconds. “Do you mind keeping your hands to yourself?” Harry snapped, spinning around to face him.

“I would, actually,” Draco replied, smirking. “You have a great arse.”

“Touch me again and I will cut off your arms!” Harry declared, before storming the rest of the way to Bloomfield's office and knocking on the door. Draco followed at a slower pace.

“Come in.”

At that Harry pushed the door open and entered. “You wanted to see us, sir?”

“I wanted to see you five minutes ago, Potter,” Bloomfield replied, looking up from his paperwork.

“I did inform him of that, sir,” Draco responded, stepping into the room. “He insisted on being difficult.”

Harry shot him a glare and opened his mouth to retort.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Bloomfield interjected, setting his quill and papers aside. “Now that you're both here, take a seat.”

Without another word, Harry and Draco sat in the chairs adjacent from the desk.

“There's a new assignment,” Bloomfield started. “It seems there is something new building up. As of right now, we don't know the specifics of it, but we're getting high readings of Dark Magic accumulating in the Northern parts of Scotland.”

“Do you suppose it's the remaining Death Eaters trying to stir up trouble?” Harry asked, contemplating the situation.

“The only ones capable of producing anything even close to the level of Dark Magic needed to tip off the Ministry are Voldemort, Lucius, Bellatrix, Severus and myself. Voldemort, Lucius, and Bellatrix are dead. Severus is working for the Order of the Phoenix, and I am working for you.” Draco responded. “I can safely say that it isn't the Death Eaters.”

“Voldemort had supporters in other nations. It could very well be them,” Harry responded, not yet willing to give the argument up.

Draco shook his head. “None of them would be stupid enough to risk the discovery of the British Ministry of Magic. No other ministry is as powerful within Europe. The only ministries that come close are the United States, Canada and Japan. With Voldemort it was different, he had power. His minions don't come close.”

“Then what do you suppose is happening?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco shrugged. “Don't know. Bunch of idiots fooling around with things they don't understand.”

“Indeed,” Bloomfield exclaimed, sarcastically. “Keep in mind that I want more than speculation from the two of you.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry responded. “I'll have Paige dig up...”

“No.”

Harry and Draco both raised an eyebrow at this. “No?”

“No.” Bloomfield repeated. “The two of you will be Apparating out tomorrow morning.”

“What?” Harry gapped.

“You will be working with the Scotland Auror division, using their data records on the situation. I believe they have also recruited some wizards from North America as well, mainly Canadian and American. We'll be sending any information that we acquire here on this end.”

“But...I can't go to Scotland.” Harry exclaimed, shaking his head. “I have...surely you can find someone more qualified to do this!”

Bloomfield raised an eyebrow. “You two are the most qualified Aurors in the Unspeakable department. Under normal circumstances, the regular dispatch of Aurors would be from the law enforcement division, but given the circumstances of the assignment, we've been called in. I want both of you here tomorrow morning, 8 o'clock sharp.”

Draco grinned at the gob-smacked expression on Harry's face. “Just think, Harry. A romantic trip, just for us!”

“This is not a pleasure cruise, Mr. Malfoy,” Bloomfield replied, sharply. “This is an official assignment.”

“Yes, sir. We understand that,” Harry replied, before Draco could do any more damage. “May I ask one further question?”

Bloomfield sighed. “Yes, Potter, you have to go.”

“I understand that, sir,” he replied. “That wasn't the question I wished to ask.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Is there a magical version of a Muggle restraining order?”

Bloomfield raised an eyebrow. “There is a slight difference but it accomplishes the same thing. Why?”

“Would you mind having one drawn up for me?” Harry asked, smiling. “I'm going to need it when I come back.”

“Yes, I can have one ready.”

“Thank you.”

Nodding to Bloomfield, Harry stood and made his way out of the room, leaving both Draco and Bloomfield staring after him.

“Well, Malfoy. You've really got yourself in deep this time.”

Draco shrugged. “He'll get over it,” he replied confidently, although inside he wasn't too sure that it would happen.

“You had best hope that he does, because if I have to transfer one of you to another department, it will not be him.”

Draco winced slightly, then stood up and following Harry out of the room.

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the owner of Harry Potter or anything related to him. I can wish all I want but the fact of the matter is that he already belongs to J.K Rowling...despite how ticked off I am at her for the direction that she's currently taking my two favourite characters!

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning, this story is AU and does involve some violence in later chapters.

“I'm sure it won't be that bad.”

Harry glanced at the telephone receiver as though it had sprouted tentacles. “Yes, Hermione, it can be that bad. I don't think you were listening the first time. Bloomfield is shipping me out with Malfoy, to Scotland, for an undetermined amount of time.”

“Think of it as a vacation. You get to visit Scotland.”

“I spent 7 years going to school in Scotland. I've seen it!”

“You've been on assignments with Draco before. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“You know what the bloody deal is!” Harry snapped. For a moment all he heard was silence while Hermione gathered her thoughts.

“Harry, you have to get over this. Yes, Draco should never have treated you the way he did, but you knew what he was like before you started that relationship.”

“I am over it, Hermione!”

“No, you're not, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation. You're doing exactly what you do every time you get hurt; push everything to the back of your mind in hopes that you will simply forget about it. The two of you work in the same department. You are both head aurors, in charge of your own individual team. You are going to have to learn to work together despite your past history.”

“No, actually, I don't. I asked Bloomfield to draw up a restraining order for when I come back.”

“What? Harry, you're being childish.”

Harry rolled his eyes and changed the subject before they could get into an argument. “Have you heard anything from Ron?”

“Changing the subject isn't going to work forever.”

“It's going to work now,” Harry replied, before repeating the question. “Have you heard anything from Ron?”

“Nothing since Christmas.”

Harry sighed and sank down into a chair.

“You know how he is, Harry. You have to give him time.”

“Hermione, it's been two years. If he hasn't gotten used to it by now, he's not going to.”

“You don't know that!”

“You can keep the door open, Hermione, but I can't keep watching the sky for owls.”

“So, you're just going to throw away 12 years of friendship?”

“He did that when he left!”

“He was upset, Harry, and he had a good reason to be.”

Harry bite his tongue. He already knew that it had been his fault Ron had fled. He had given it all up for what he had thought was love. He didn't need to be reminded by someone else. “I have to go Hermione. I'm scheduled to leave early tomorrow morning,”he responded distantly. “Good night.”

Without waiting for a response he disconnected the call. Sitting there a moment, he stared at the telephone trying to get his thoughts in order. “I can't keep waiting,” he muttered, before standing up and heading to bed. If today had been any indicator, tomorrow was going to be a long, long day.

Draco slumped onto the couch beside Pansy, a beer in one hand and the television remote in the other.

“Hey Pans.”

Pansy glanced up from her magazine with a smile, which quickly slid off her face when she eyed his attire, sleep pants and an overly large t-shirt. “Tough day at work?”

Draco groaned. “You have no idea.”

“And that my dear friend is the reason that I don't work,” Pansy laughed. “Instead I live the life of luxury living off my daddy's money.”

“I actually like my job...most of the time. Today just seemed to be rougher then normal.”

Pansy snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

Draco shot her a look. “Aren't you going out tonight?”

“I'm suppose to be,” Pansy replied, flicking through her magazine. “Theodore was suppose to call three hours ago, but I have yet to hear from him.”

“Why do you put up with him?” Draco asked, taking a drink of his beer. “I'd have thought that you'd have a low tolerance for the 'nail and bail' attitude that Theodore currently sports.”

Pansy raised an eyebrow, looking up from her magazine. “I dated you, didn't I?”

“Oh not you too?” Draco groaned. “First Potter, now you!”

“What about Harry?” Pansy asked, perking up. “What did you do this time?”

“Why do you assume that I was the one that messed up?”

Pansy raised an eyebrow. “Because you are always the one who messed up.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Pans.”

“Spill, Draco. What did you do?”

Draco took another sip of his beer and reached for the remote. “What do you suppose is on the telly tonight?”

“Nice try,” Pansy replied, snatching the remote. “What did you do?”

“I might have led his secretary to believe that we had been shagging in his office.”

“And?”

Draco scowled. “Why does there have to be an 'and'?”

“Because Harry wouldn't be mad over just that and given the looks of you tonight he's right ticked off with you,” Pansy responded. “So, Draco, what else did you do?”

“I sort of forced myself on him and repeatedly grabbed his arse as he was walking down the hallway.”

Pansy sighed. “Draco, you are such an idiot some times!”

I couldn't help it, Pansy!” Draco whined. “You should have seen him. He was wearing those jeans I like so much and-”

“That's enough, Draco,” Pansy interjected. “So what did he say?”

“He's having a restraining order put on me as soon as we finish our next mission.”

“Well, Draco, it is safe to say that you are never going to earn his trust that way.”

“I shouldn't have to earn his trust again.”

Pansy raised her eyebrow. “Draco, you slept around on him...multiple times!”

“What's with everyone freaking out about that?” Draco exclaimed, leaning back. “It's not that big of a deal. Theo does it all the time and you're still with him!”

“That's entirely different.”

“How is that different?”

“I'm not in love with Theo,” Pansy replied, standing up and heading into the kitchen.

“And what is that suppose to mean?” Draco asked, staring after her incredulously. “Are you insinuating that I'm in love with Potter?”

“And if I am?” Pansy asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“I am not in love with Potter! Malfoy's do not fall in love!”

“Now that's a pity,” Pansy replied, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “And if I was referring to Harry?”

“I don't care. Like I said Malfoy's do not fall in love!” Draco argued.

“Then I refuse to feel sorry for you!” Pansy snapped, sending Draco a glare. “As much as I hate Harry's Gryffindor tendencies, he was the closest thing to happiness that you are ever going to find. It is you're own fault you are in this situation and I wish Harry the best of luck in whatever path he chooses.”

Draco stared after her in surprise as she left the room and headed into her own room. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge as well he stomped into his own room fuming. Throwing back the covers he climbed in and set his alarm for the morning.

Stupid Pansy! She has no idea what she's taking about! I am not in love with Harry...that's just...just ridiculous..

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the owner of Harry Potter or anything related to him. I can wish all I want but the fact of the matter is that he already belongs to J.K Rowling...despite how ticked off I am at her for the direction that she's currently taking my two favourite characters!

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning, this story is AU and does involve some violence in later chapters.

Even after Harry's warning it had been extremely easy to talk Miranda into letting him into Harry's office. All he had to say was that Harry has asked him to meet him there and throw in a week. She'd smiled and let him walk right in.

Draco grinned to himself, taking a seat behind Harry's desk and relaxed. Women are so easy to work with. He thought to himself, glancing around the office, his eyes landing on the piles of papers and the empty coffee cups littering the shelves and filing cabinets. Still not the neatest person, I see.

Turning the chair around he glanced out the window. “I still don't understand how you managed to get an office with a window,” he muttered, leaning back.

“That's probably because they like me,” Harry answered, stepping into the room. “And I usually don't make a habit of sneaking into other people's offices.”

Draco turned back around with a grin. “I can't help it. You're just too cute!”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and remind me to fire my secretary as soon as we get back.”

“Love to, but we have a little issue with a restraining order,” Draco responded, dryly.

Harry grinned. “Oh yes. Let's get this mission started. I can't wait to come home.”

“You're not serious about that restraining order, are you?”

“Dead serious.”

“Harry, you're risking my job,” Draco snapped, with a glare. “You may not like me, but I risked my life to get this far. You of all people know that.”

“I am not risking your job,” Harry responded, with a sigh. “Stop being so dramatic.”

“What do you think is going to happen? Bloomfield is just going to grin and ignore the fact that half of his department can't work with the other half due to the restraining order between two of his head Aurors? He's going to get rid of one of us and it's not going to be the Great Savior of the Wizarding World, is it?”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Then I suggest you start thinking of ways to change my mind,” he responded, before turning and heading out of the room.

Draco glared after him. “Damn it, Potter.” he muttered, before following him out.

“I've organized all the paperwork and sent all our information ahead of you,” Bloomfield explained, glancing at both Harry and Draco in turn. “I want daily reports from each of you, on what is happening. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” they chorused.

“Good. Your belongings have already been sent,” Bloomfield responded, handing Harry a small disk that would act as a Portkey at the appropriate time. “It is scheduled to activate in 5 minutes. Good luck.”

Draco watched as Bloomfield retreated. “So, five minutes, eh?”

Harry rolled his eyes and held out the disk. “Let's just stand here quietly.”

“I don't suppose an apology would get you to rethink this whole restraining order thing, would it?”

Harry scoffed. “Yeah, cause you're apologies have meant so much in the past.”

Draco sighed. “Why are you still holding that against me? I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me? Yes, I cheated on you, which apparently is a bad thing. I get it.”

Harry glared. “Three, two, one.”

Before Draco could say anything else, there was a familiar pull behind his navel and his felt his feet leave the floor. After a moment, they set back down, which cause Draco to tip forward into Harry.

Harry caught him easily. “You'd think by now, you'd be used to it.” he responded, stepping away from him.

“I hate portkeys,” Draco muttered, spotting someone coming across the field towards them. “What a welcoming party this is.”

Harry shot him a look before heading in the direction of the new comer.

“Sorry, I'm late,” the guy called, approaching them. “Things are a bit hectic at the moment. I sort of lost track of time.”

“That quite alright,” Harry responded, introducing himself. “I'm Harry and this is Draco.”

“Hey,” the man greeted, nodding to Draco before turning back to Harry. “I'm Jason, I with the Scotland division of the Ministry and as of right now, your personal assistant.”

“Oh great,” Draco glared, eying the distance or rather lack of distance between Harry and Jason. “Room service.”

Harry shot him a glare, before smiling back at Jason. “Ignore him.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “No problem. Now come on. We've got some introductions and briefing to get out of the way before we can get you settled.”

Draco glared at the two of them as they started toward the camp. That Scottish dumb ass better keep his hands to himself!

Why? It's not like Harry's yours or anything.

We are here to work not make friends.

Someone is a little jealous.

Draco growled to himself and set off after them.

It took roughly twenty minutes to reach the camp. Once there, Jason led them straight to the middle of camp where the rest of the team was training.

“There are a couple of guys currently out in the field, but most of us are here,” Jason explained, nodding to a few people as they passed. “We've called in the best from the different regions in order to get things under control. The way we see it, the less people we need on this case the better it will be.”

Harry nodded. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Please.”

“Harry, Draco, this is Tristan and Deidre. They are from the Irish division. They specialize in medicine. They're the best Mediwizards in the area,” Jason said, introducing them to a small women with long black hair and an older man, with curly brown hair and a warm smile.

“Hello,” they greeted.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Deidre added, shaking their hands. “If you need anything feel free to ask.”

“Thank you,” Harry responded, politely. “The pleasure is ours.”

Jason grinned as he led the two of them over to the next group of people. “Let me have the pleasure of introducing you to the twins. Julian and Alexander. They're from the Canadian Ministry of Magic. They deal with special weapons and tactics. If you can't find them on the ground, then I'd suggest looking in the trees.”

“Oh great,” Draco muttered. “Muggle methods.”

“You'll be surprised at how effective they are,” One of the twins responded, leaning against the trunk of a tree. “I'm Alexander. The long haired one in the tree is Julian.”

“Hey,” Julian added from his spot in the tree. “How's it going?”

“Hi,” Harry greeted, glancing up into the tree. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“Same here,” Julian nodded, before jumping down out of the tree. “I'd keep your eye on that one.” he grinned, nodding to Jason. “He can be quite the handful.”

Jason flushed. “Bite me, Julian.”

“I'd love to,” Julian grinned, before wandering off.

Jason coughed. “Yes, well. Let's continue shall we,” he muttered, heading over to one of the tables were several people sat. “Hey guys. This is Harry and Draco.”

“Hey!” was the chorus from the table.

“Harry, Draco, this is Lynn and Shang from the Japanese ministry. They specialize in technology. This is Cameron, our resident Potions master. And this is Dylan and Sarah from the American Ministry of Magic, specializing in spells and warfare.”

Harry grinned and greeted each of them, while Draco simply nodded.

“Okay, well that's about everyone here,” Jason nodded. “Take a seat and we'll brief you on what we know.”

It took about an hour and a half before Draco and Harry were finally shown to their sleeping quarters. Jason was a great guy but he tended to be quite long winded once you got him started.

Draco followed Harry into the tent. “What the hell was that?”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “What the hell was what?”

“We're suppose to be here to work, not flirt with the dumb bloke from Canada.”

“What are you on about?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh don't play innocent,” Draco snapped. “I saw you. You were practically drooling all over Julian.”

"Excuse me?"

"You were practically gagging for it everytime you looked at him!"

“I was not!”

“Yes, you were.”

“I was not!” Harry responded, rolling his eyes. “Do me a favor and shut up, alright? If you don't mind, I'm going to sleep. I would like at least a couple hours where I'm not plagued by your presence.”

Draco bristled at being waved off. “You are such a fucking idiot!” he fumed. “You know what, fuck you. I'd hate to be in your way. Go shag whoever the hell you want to!”

Turning around he grabbed his cloak and headed back out of the tent.

Harry rolled his eyes and climbed into bed. How the hell do I keep getting myself in these sort of situations. If this mission doesn't kill me, being around the blonde drama queen from hell will.

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the owner of Harry Potter or anything related to him. I can wish all I want but the fact of the matter is that he already belongs to J.K Rowling...despite how ticked off I am at her for the direction that she's currently taking my two favourite characters!

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning, this story is AU and does involve some violence in later chapters.

Harry woke the next morning to Jason shaking him roughly. “Harry, wake up.”

“I'm up. I'm up,” he mumbled, sitting up groggily. “What's going on?”

“Where is Draco?”

Harry glanced at him oddly. “He's sleeping,” he muttered, before turning to glancing over to Draco's bed. He froze when his eyes met an empty bed that had yet to be slept in. “Fuck.”

Pushing the blankets back Harry stood up quickly, gathering his clothes. “Has anyone seen him?”

Jason shook his head. “We've only looked over the camp. Everyone is just getting up now.”

Harry nodded, throwing on his shoes. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Hey,” Alexander exclaimed, coming into the tent.”We've got a problem. The watch said they saw him heading out toward the caves late last night.”

“The caves? What are the caves?” Harry asked, glancing between them.

Jason glanced at Alex before turning to Harry and addressing his question. “The caves are what we've been monitoring. That's where the majority of the dark magic is originating from.”

“What?” Harry exclaimed. “And how dangerous are these caves?”

“It's hard to know what will happen,” Jason responded. “It depends on who enters the caves. So far only 6 of the people in this campsite can get inside the cave without being seriously injured.”

Harry grabbed his wand and paled. “What do you mean seriously injured?”

“Harry, there is really no reason to jump to conclusions yet. Draco may not have gone to the caves. He was only seen heading in that direction.”

“Oh believe me, that's where he is,” Harry responded, pushing past them and stepping out of the tent. Heading over to the largest table, he pulled out a map of the area. “Where are these caves?”

Jason sighed. “They're on the northern section of the area, just past the ruins.”

“Is there anything else, besides the magic level that I should now about?” Harry asked, moving around the table.

“No, but I want you to take Alexander and Julian with you. Both can get into the caves. The rest of us will watch the perimeter and magic levels from here.”

Harry nodded. “Where's Julian?”

“He's on the outskirts of the camp, waiting for us,” Alex responded, heading off in the appropriate direction.

Harry raised an eyebrow and shot Jason a curious glance, who only smiled. “It's a twin thing.”

Shaking his head, he started after Alex, catching up to him as Julian appeared in the distance.

“How long is it going to take to reach these caves?” Harry asked, worried about Draco.

“To walk it takes about an hour,” Alex responded, watching as Harry's eyes widened. “But, we aren't walking. So it should take only a matter of seconds.”

Harry shot him a confused look. “What?”

“You'll see,” Alex grinned, greeting his brother. “Hey bro, up for another rescue mission?”

“It's about time, this place was starting to get boring.”

Harry looked at them incredulously. “Let me remind you that Draco is currently walking into what could be a death trap.”

“Relax, Harry, lover boy will be fine.” Julian grinned, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, while Alex did the same to the other. Before Harry could even think of a response, they stood outside of the entrance of the caves.

“What the hell did you do?” Harry asked, gaping slightly.

Grinning at each other they replied. “It's a twin thing.”

“Twin thing, my arse,” Harry responded, following them into the cave.

“As we get further in, you'll feel pressure on your chest,” Julian explained, glancing back at Harry. “Don't worry about it, it's normal.”

Harry nodded and continued to follow them further into the caves. In other circumstances he would have been astounded with the size of the caves, not to mention the markings on the walls. “What is this place?” he asked, starting to feel the pressure that Julian had mentioned.

This time it was Alex who answered. “We don't know. None of the markings are symbols that we recognize. It isn't a language known to wizards or Muggles. We can get a basic idea of some pictures, but other then that, we have yet to uncover the meaning behind them.”

Harry nodded, trailing his fingers over one of the paintings. “I wonder-”

“Shh,” Julian suddenly hissed, causing silence to fall and motion to cease. “Can you hear that?”

Harry listened intently. It took a moment for his ears to pick up on the sound. In the distance he could hear a faint humming sound and rhythmic tapping. “What is that?” he whispered, moving up beside Julian.

“I'm not sure. I've never heard that before,” he responded, moving forward.

Julian signaled them to remain quiet as they moved. Harry followed him, with Alex bringing up the rear. As they moved further into the caves, the sound grew louder. Reaching a turn in the caves, Julian came to a stop, leaning against the wall.

“This passage leads into an inner chamber in the caves. The sound is coming from in there,” Julian explained, once the other two had come to a stop beside him. “Have your wands out and ready.”

Harry nodded and followed him around the corner and into the chamber he had been explaining. There were columns of rock jutting from the ground and the roof of the chamber. Alex immediately fell into step beside him as Julian did the same on the right.

“Draco?” Harry called out, stepping further into the room. The moment his voice echoed out into the room, the pitch of the humming increased almost painfully. “What the hell is going on?”

“Over there,” Julian responded, pointing off to the left side of the chamber. “There's light coming from the far corner.”

Harry nodded and headed in that direction, stepping around the last of the rock columns only to freeze in his steps. “Draco?”

Harry watched transfixed as Draco stood in front of them, his eyes clouded over, chanting softly. A large fire blazed behind him. Taking a step forward, he paused when Julian's hand gripped his arm.

“Wait,” he commanded softly. “We don't know what is happening to him. It could be a trap.”

“We can't just leave him like that,” Harry responded.

“We won't,” Alex assured him, stepping up behind them. “But we can't just rush in there. Anything could happen.”

Harry nodded before turning back to Draco. “Draco, can you hear me?”

This time he called Draco's name, the humming and the steady beat stopped completely. “Oh shit,” Harry whispered, as a slow rumbling sound began to build up and the stone beneath him began to vibrate.

“We have to get out of here,” Alex cried.

Harry glanced back to Draco, watching as he stumbled forward and his eyes flickered slightly. “Harry?” he muttered, before his knees buckled and he fell.

“Draco!” Harry shouted over the noise and moved forward immediately to catch him. The moment he touched Draco, the noise increased ten-fold.

“Harry, we have to get out of here,” Julian called, moving forward to help him up.

As Julian moved forward, the pressure in Harry's chest increased until the point where it made him cry out. “Don't come any closer,” he gasped, gripping his chest.

“Harry, what's wrong?” Julian asked, worried, and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

When his hand settled on Harry's shoulder, the Gryffindor felt an enormous amount of pressure run through his body and then forcefully out of him, throwing both Julian and Alex backwards into the cavern.

There was the briefest moment where he felt as though he was sinking, before darkness clouded his vision and he joined Draco in unconsciousness.

“I want constant watch on those caves!” Jason shouted, assembling the entire camp into action. “Have the magic readings running for even the slightest fluctuation in the levels.”

Moving to the main section of the camp, he began pulling out maps. “Lynn, send out a message to all the agents we have out there. Tell them to move to the caves.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tristan, make sure you're ready in case anything happens,” Jason shouted, pulling out several maps of the area.

“Yes, sir.”

“Shang, how are those scans going?” he asked, moving to the table.

“I'm just bringing them up now, Jason,” Shang responded, his fingers flying across the keys of his laptop. “There everything is up and-”

His response was cut off as the ground beneath them started to shake.

“Secure the equipment!” Jason shouted, moving quickly to ensure that nothing was thrown from the tables.

After several moments the shaking stopped completely.

“What the hell was that?” Jason asked, straightening and turning to Lynn and Shang. Both had wide eyes and were frantically pulling up screen after screen. “What is it? What's going on?”

Lynn cast a quick glance at Shang before addressing Jason. “There is no reading from Julian and the others. They're gone!”

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the owner of Harry Potter or anything related to him. I can wish all I want but the fact of the matter is that he already belongs to J.K Rowling...despite how ticked off I am at her for the direction that she's currently taking my two favourite characters!

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning, this story is AU and does involve some violence in later chapters.

Harry groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. Every muscle in his body screaming in protest at even the slightest movement. He could feel grass beneath him and cool air brushing across his skin, but couldn't place where he was. The last thing he could remember was...the caves! “What's going on?”

“I was hoping you'd be able to tell me!”

Harry struggled to get his eyes open, his head pounding hindering his attempts.

“What did you do, Potter?”

“Draco?”

“Who else were you expecting? The Easter bunny?” Draco snapped, moving to kneel next to Harry. “The last thing that I can remember is leaving the tent and the next thing I know I'm waking up in the middle of a field, you're passed out beside me and I have a splitting headache!”

“The caves,” Harry groaned, pushing himself up on shaky arm, the pain the motion caused making his vision swim. He was extremely relieved when Draco moved to sit behind him.

“What caves? And what happened to you? You can barely move.”

Harry relaxed against Draco, the pain once again receding to a dull throb. “The caves we were investigating. When you left last night, you didn't come back. When we found out where you were I followed you with Julian and Alexander.”

Draco's brow furrowed. He shifted Harry's weight gently so he was more comfortable. “I don't remember even leaving the camp, let alone going into some cave.”

“When we found you, you were chanting. When I said your name the entire cave began to shake. After that all I remember was Alexander telling us we had to go and a sharp pain going through my body.”

Draco remained quiet for several moments. “It doesn't make sense,” he finally muttered. “The Dark Magic wasn't being cast. It was just...in the cave. It can't just take control over someone's mind.”

“We've never had that level of free magic in one place before,” Harry responded, softly. “In all honesty we have no idea what it was capable of.”

“Magic cannot just decide to manipulate things. It has to be cast!” Draco responded, falling completely into the problem. “But there couldn't have been anyone there. We would have seen them.”

Harry relaxed letting his eyes slip closed as Draco ranted. It was nice to be able to just relax in Draco's arms again. The feeling of warmth and comfort was definitely something he had missed. It had taken all of his strength to push Draco away the previous day. He didn't want to admit how much Draco had been right. He did miss the blond....a lot. A small frown appeared on his face at the thought. It's all well and nice for the moment, but you'll be on the back burner as soon as someone else comes along.

Harry sighed softly and opened his eyes again. So much for relaxing! He thought bitterly.

Harry continued to sit there listening to Draco talk through the problem. Up until this point he hadn't really noticed his surroundings. They were situated in what appeared to be a small valley. Behind them were steep hills, dotted with rock faces, each one jutting out from the inclines. In front of them lay a large open area. In the distance to their left appeared to be a small lake, a river running through the hills feeding it on the northern point. In the distance, directly in front of them was a forest. The trees looked to be knitted close together, a nightmare for anyone to travel through.

Harry squinted as movement among the trees caught his eye. What is that? It didn't take long for him to find out as three people stepped from among the tree. Two men and a women. All three of them had long black hair. The two men were wearing theirs down, while the woman's was pulled back into long braid. In each of their hands they held a weapon. The two men each had a long, dangerous looking spear, while the woman, on the other hand, held a rather intimidating sword in her grasp.

“Draco?” Harry responded, quietly, growing nervous when he was positive that the trio had spotted them. “Draco!”

Draco stopped talking and glanced down. “What? I was in the middle of trying to figure this out.”

“We have to go....now!”

“And where are we suppose to go?” Draco asked, rolling his eyes. “We don't even know where we are.”

“It doesn't matter,” Harry responded, struggling to get his body into a sitting position. “We have to go.”

“And why is that?”

“We have company and they don't look inviting.”

Glancing up and finally catching sight of the trio, Draco's eyes widened. “Oh my god! And you're just telling me now?”

His only answer was a pained groaned from Harry.

“Great, we're in unknown territory and being approached by three half naked people with spears.”

“Draco, I can't get up,” Harry gasped, already growing exhausted from trying to move his body. “I can barely move.”

Draco's gaze flickered from the approaching figures to Harry. Carefully he helped Harry into a sitting position, trying to ignore the whimpers coming from him as his muscles were stretched past their current limitations. We won't be able to make it far. They'll catch up to us in no time. He thought worriedly, judging the distance between them as he reached for his wand. He froze when his hand met an empty pocket. “I don't have my wand!”

Harry glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. The only movement he could make without sending more pain through his spine. “Check for mine. Hurry.”

Draco shifted closer and began digging around in Harry's pockets. “Yours isn't here either.”

Harry could now make out the the red feathers, decorating the their weapons and their hair. “Forget it, Dray. We have to go.”

Draco froze as the nickname brought more then one different emotion to the surface. Shaking his head to clear it he stood up and stepped around Harry. “I'm sorry, Harry, but I have to do this.”

Harry glanced up with a confused expression as Draco gripped his arm.

Biting his lip gently, he quickly pulled Harry into a standing position, causing him to cry out as a jarring amount of pain ran through him, leaving the Gryffindor dizzy and nauseous in the aftermath.

“Come on, Harry,” Draco encouraged, moving forward towards the hills behind them. “Try to walk with me. We have to get you out of here.”

Harry gritted his teeth and managed to stumble forward as Draco moved them forward, gritting his teeth as he fought to keep from vomiting with each step.

When the strangers noticed that their prey was moving their pace increased, changing from a walk to a run.

“Shit, they're moving faster. We can't out run them, not with you hurt,” Draco responded, attempting to move them quicker.

“Just leave me here and go and get help,” Harry muttered, breathing heavily and swaying.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Stop playing the hero. I'm not leaving you.”

“We need help, Dray. You'll be able to move quicker on your own.”

“And what about them,” Draco responded, glancing over his shoulder as he moved. “How do you know they won't kill you.”

“We'll have to take that risk.”

Draco growled, he seriously wanted to shake the stubborn Gryffindor until some sense finally fell into the thick head of his.

“No. End of story,” Draco responded evenly. “We've been in worse situations before and I didn't abandon you then and I'm not going to do it now.”

Harry wanted to argue but knew there was no point once Draco was set on something. Nodding slightly, he turned his attention back to his attempts at walking.

They made it within 10 yards of the first rock face, before Harry collapsed to his knees, tears of pain sliding down his cheeks. “I can't do this...it hurts,” he cried, his muscles cramping up from the movement and his stomach flipping. “Something is...wrong with me. It feels like my entire body is...on fire.”

“It's okay, Harry.” Draco responded, worry sketched across his face as he dropped down beside him. Moving closer he wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor, positioning him so he could lean back against his chest.

Harry's breathing was unsteady and his heartbeat was quick. Draco glanced up, the trio was almost on top of them. He watched in wide-eyed fascination as the woman lifted one hand delicately and drew two symbols which glowed a bright red. Before she could finish the incantation, she stopped abruptly and jumped back, just barely dodging the white arrow that was lodged in the ground where she had been standing.

Unfortunately, it was enough to stop the woman but the other two were not so easily put off their target. Draco glanced around frantically, but couldn't locate anything that would help them. Shit! Harry. Shifting he moved to cover Harry, shielding him as best he could, while still holding onto him.

Harry cried out as the ground began to shake beneath them, jolting him from the settled position. Draco's eyes shot open in surprise. Glancing up quickly he caught sight of their attackers once again. The woman was sending what appeared to be spells at the top of the rock face, while the other two were attempting to balance on the shaking ground.

When the earth began to actually move beneath them, Draco tightened his grip on Harry. “Hold on, Harry.” he responded, trying his best to keep him from being jarred as much as possible. He was about to offer some more comment when they lifted off the ground. At this point he had to catch himself from shrieking in surprise.

They continued to rise until they had reached the top of the rocks. Draco sighed in relief when they weren't dropped to their deaths as he thought they would be. Instead they were set rather gently onto the ground at the top of the rock face. Their attackers were retreating back towards the woods. He turned to thank who ever had saved them but froze, his eyes widening. Behind them stood roughly 15 people. Their appearances was similar to those who had just been attempting to harm them, with the exception that this group was wearing elegant robes instead of battle outfits.

Draco watched as an elderly man stepped forward and signaled two of the others to move forward. Draco tensed as they came closer.

“You must let go, young one,” came the gentle command from the man in front of him. “You are safe now. No harm shall come to you.”

Draco's eyes widened as the two men took his arms and pried them away from Harry. “No! Let me go!”

Once he was completely removed from Harry another couple came forward. This time female. Making the same kind of symbols he'd seen the other woman make, Draco watched as Harry was lifted off the ground, levitating between them as they moved away.

“No! Leave him alone!” Draco shouted, fighting the grip that the two men had on his arm. “Where are you taking him?”

“It is not a time for fear,” The elderly man calmly stated, motioning for the two holding Draco to follow him. “It is time for healing. Your friend is close to death-”

“WHAT?” Draco exclaimed, fighting even more to get out of the firm grip that held him in place. Landing a hard kick to the shin of one of the men he managed to get one of his arms free. Balling his fist he aimed a punch for the man still holding him. Just before contact his body froze in place.

What the hell is going on? His mind practically screamed. I have to find Harry.

Draco focused on the elderly man as he stepped up to the blond. “You must not fear us, young one,” he responded in the same quiet, calm voice that he had first spoken in. Reaching out he placed two fingers on Draco's forehead. “Sleep.”

When the words were uttered, Draco immediately fell still in their arms, his eyes slipping closed as he fell into a deep sleep.

Jason paced his tent. His hair was rumpled, his clothes were rumpled and his eyes bloodshot. It had been two days since the incident in the caves and he hadn't slept since. It had taken several long seconds before he had registered Lynn's comment. “They're gone!”

When he had gotten his motor skills back under control he had dashed around to face the screens of the computers. He hadn't removed his eyes as they had attempted test after test, trying to bring up even the slightest trace of magic from any of the missing men. When all the tests failed, he'd organized a search party to check out the area surrounding the caves. Only a few select members were given the task of searching the caves.

After several hours of searching the teams found Julian and Alexander. Each of them had been found within the caves, unconscious. Julian was located first on the far side of the large cavern at the center of the caves, while Alexander was found shortly after further along in the winding passages. There had been no sight of either Harry or Draco. They had found their wands laying on the stone floor of the cavern but no other physical signs that they had been there.

Jason ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He was at a complete loss. The only ones who may have any answers were laying in the medical tent across the camp, unable to answer any questions asked. Even after two days Julian and Alexander had not woken. All their vital signs were normal and the test done showed that there was nothing wrong with them, besides the fact that they were unconscious. It was as though they were sleeping.

He'd tried everything to find an explanation and had failed at every attempt. Unfortunately his time was running out. In a short 5 hours, he was expected to file a report on the incident. The only question on his mind now was, how do you tell the British Ministry of Magic that not only had two of their best agents, not to mention one of them being Harry Potter, had disappeared without a trace and two of the agents from the Canadian Division had been rendered unconscious and showed no signs of waking any time soon?

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately ,I am not the owner of Harry Potter or anything related to him. I can wish all I want but the fact of the matter is that he already belongs to J.K Rowling...despite how ticked off I am at her for the direction that she's currently taking my two favourite characters!

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning, this story is AU and does involve some violence in later chapters.

The sound of a door swinging open sent Draco bolting upright, hissing slightly as the blood rushed to his head, making his vision swim.

“It is good to see you awake, young one.”

Draco gritted his teeth and glanced up, his eyes landing on the same elderly man from before. “What did you do to me?” he snapped, glaring.

The man smiled gently. “You have a fiery spirit, young one. I am the Elder of this village. You may address me as such.”

Draco snorted. “Do I look like I care who you are? Where is Harry? What have you done with him? If you've hurt him, I swear to Merlin-”

“He is with the healers. It is lucky that we chanced upon you, otherwise this would have been a graver meeting indeed.”

Draco's heart pounded against his ribcage. He could have sworn the people in the next room could hear it. “Where is he? Is he alright?”

The elder man simply smiled and drew a small symbol on the sleeve of his robes. Draco visibly tensed as the image glowed for a moment before disappearing, watching and waiting for something to happen. After a moment a door to his right opened and a young girl wearing a simple, and yet elegant, lavender dress stepped into the room.

“You wished to see me, Elder?”

“Yes, child. Would you please be so kind as to inquire into the status of the young man who was taken to the healers?”

“Yes, sir. I shall send news as soon as I have spoken with the healers.”

She bowed in respect, before leaving the room as quickly as she had appeared. Draco watched, remaining silent as the Elder placed a chair beside the bed and sat down. With a warm smile, he conjured a warm cup of steaming liquid, once again using the strange symbols.

Eying the cup warily, Draco took it, holding it out in front of him.

“It is tea. It will help calm your nerves.”

Draco hesitantly took a sip of the warm liquid. The results were immediate. He sighed softly as a sense of calm spread through him, easing the tension in his neck and back. “Thank you.”

“You are most welcome.”

They sat in silence for several moments, the Elder watching while Draco sipped his tea. Deciding to ignore the warning not to push for information, Draco voiced a question that had been plaguing him. “Where are we?”

The Elder smiled and shook his head. “An explanation must wait. I believe we will have an interruption.”

Draco frowned. “What-” he jumped when a shock of electricity brushed his side. Glancing over, he watched wide eyed as Harry materialized beside him. “Harry?”

“Ah,” the Elder chuckled. “I believe that they have finished with him.”

Draco moved over, relief flooding through him at the sight of Harry alive and free of pain. He brushed the back of his hand against Harry's face and pulled back with a worried expression, feeling the coolness of his skin. “He's freezing.”

“That is a natural side effect of the treatment. As long as you keep him warm he will be perfectly fine in a few days.”

Draco nodded, taking the blankets from the bottom of the bed and covering Harry with them. Sending a quick glance to the Elder, he attempted to perform a wandless Warming Spell. Under normal circumstances he would have been able to do it without a problem. Unfortunately, when he cast the spell, nothing happened. There was no heat surrounding Harry and even the slight tingling from the magic passing through his hand was absent.

“The magic in this world is not the same as it is in yours.”

Draco's head snapped up. “My world?”

The Elder nodded calmly. “You are not from Gaeilgeoirí. The same magical principles do not apply.”

“Gaeilgeoirí?” Draco repeated, even more confused.

The Elder frowned at the confusion on Draco's face. “You were not taught of the other worlds?”

“Uh..last time I checked there was only one.”

The Elder's frown deepened. “This is strange. At your age you should have completed your schooling.”

Draco flushed. “Excuse me! I have finished my schooling. I'll have you know that I am one of the best Aurors in Britain.”

“What is this 'Aurors' and 'Britain' that you speak of? I am not familiar with this terminology.”

Draco blinked. You have got to be kidding me! “You know London? The British Ministry of Magic?”

“Are these things from your world?”

Draco sighed, running a hand over his face. “Alright, you know what? I think it's best if you explain this other world thing to me first.”

The Elder nodded and leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his face, causing Draco to raise an eyebrow as his mind made a connection between the man sitting in front of him and Albus Dumbledore. Great! We can't even escape his meddling in another world!

“Essentially, there are five different worlds. Your own, which we call Alatáriël, Gaeilgeoirí, Alethenia, Lessien, and of course Silmarwen.”

“There are five?” Draco asked, incredulously.

“Well, there is a sixth but it is simply...a place of limited existence.”

“You mean limbo?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What is limbo?”

Draco sighed. “Nevermind.”

“Very well, as I was saying, there are five different planes of time, or worlds. Unlike many stories that have circulated, everyone does not have a counterpart that lives in different dimensions. You will not find anyone, who is essentially you on any one of the planes except for the one on which you were created.” The Elder explained, “One major difference that separates each dimension is the principles of magic. Here, in Gaeilgeoirí, our magic is not something that we summon from ourselves, like your own, it is something that surrounds everything. It is what we call Free Magic, and unlike your civilization, everyone has the opportunity to tap into this magic.”

“If the magic does not originate from within you, where is the main source?”

“The Earth itself.” The Elder smiled. “Everything in this world is a balance. So is our magic. The center of our balance is the elements. Water balances Fire as Wind balances Earth. We draw our magic directly from these sources.”

“You draw magic from the elements?” Draco asked, impressed despite himself.

“Yes. Every person on Gaeilgeoirí is able to tap into one of these sources. It is seldom that a person is able to tap into more than one. I say seldom because, while it is extremely rare for a person to have control of two elements, it does happen. I, for example, am from the Earth clan. While that is the main source of my magic, I am able to control certain levels of the wind. This is possible only because it is the balance of my original element and even then it is limited.”

Draco nodded, taking in the information. “You said that it has happened before?”

The Elder nodded. “Yes, it has happened once before. I can not say that it brings up good memories.”

“What happened?”

“As it is in all worlds, there are always those who crave power. This is not different even here. I have mentioned the clans but not in the detail that I should. Let me start at the beginning.”

Draco nodded and settled so he was more comfortable beside Harry.

“The population of Gaeilgeoirí is divided into four groups. They are determined by the elemental power that you draw on. They are the Earth Clan, Fire Clan, Water Clan and Wind Clan. Normally, each Clan would have had their own hierarchy or rules, regulations, and customs, but there have been times, such as this, where two or more of the Clans have grouped together. The reason for this current grouping is protection. At the current moment the balance of Gaeilgeoirí is shifting, which I believe is the reason that the two of you were able to move between the worlds. Under normal circumstances, you would not have been able to.”

“If you are not able to move between the worlds then how is it that you know so much about each world?”

The Elder smiled. “We may not be able to travel physically, but there are other ways of communicating, but unfortunately we are getting off topic once again.”

“Alright, so you were saying that the balance is shifting. Why?”

“You ask the right questions, young one.” Elder chuckled, “This brings me back to controlling more than one element. Right now, three of the four Clans have grouped together in order to offer each other protection from the fourth. Over the last decade Kilannah, leader of the Fire Clan, has been gathering all the information she can on the elemental powers. It has taken her several years of research and gathering her powers in order to perfect her abilities in both the Fire element and the Water element.”

“Okay, but what makes her so interested in the rest of the clans? By the sounds of it, she can't just take the power from the clans. She has to learn how to control it on her own,” Draco asked, trying to understand.

“That is true, but there are always exceptions to the rules, things that would make it a lot easier.” The Elder explained, “That is why we need the protection. A lot of our power is transferred through a power stone that represents each of the elements. This is what helps to balance each of the elements. If one of the stones were to be destroyed then it would also destroy the balance between all of the other elements. The result of that would be disastrous.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. So, there won't be any identical twins that pop up to surprise us, but the basic outline of the story is the same. He though wryly, Voldemort vs. Kilannah. Wonder which one is more successful?

“Let me guess. These power stones are what Kilannah is after. They are the only things that will allow her to absorb the necessary power needed to control all four elements, therefore making her the strongest of all the clans?”

“Precisely.” The Elder responded, leaning back in his chair.

“There is more, isn't there?” Draco sighed.

“Yes.”

“What does it have to do with us?”

“Everything.”

Draco furrowed his brow. “If we are not supposed to be able to travel between the worlds, how did we get here? By the sounds of it, a slight squabble between the clans would not be enough to cause that major of a rift in the barriers.”

The Elder stood, moving to the window and opening the curtains. “Our civilization is very old. It dates back further then the rest of the worlds, with the exception of Lessien, which is believed to be the first world created. As far back as can be remembered there have been stories passed down through the generations. In our culture, our history is passed down through oral tellings, not through writing. There is one story that is of great importance to us. It foretells of the rise of the Fire Clan and the destruction of the power stones.”

“So, it's a prophecy then,” Draco responded, thinking it over. “Alright, I guess that can be believed. It's not completely unheard of.”

“The story then goes on to say that the remaining clans will discover the means of their salvation, when the sun sets on the Day of Alewhenyia, the Earth Mother, and that it is through him that the balance of magic will be restored.”

“Okay, so how long do you have until then?”

The Elder turned from the window then, to look at Draco. “The Day of Alewhenyia was celebrated this past day.”

Draco stared blankly for a moment before he started to chuckle. “That's a good one.” He responded, laughing, “Seriously, when is it?”

“I do not jest, as you assume.” The Elder responded, a serious look on his face, “The Day of Alewhenyia ended when the sun rose this morning. It was yesterday when we discovered you and your friend outside the Forest of Vardimyr.”

“So...you think that we...are the ones that you've been waiting for?”Draco asked, incredulously.

“No.”

Draco let out a breath of relief.

“You are the one that we have been waiting for.”

Draco almost choked hearing that. “Excuse me? You have got to be kidding.”

“I will assure you again that I am not 'kidding' as you say.” The Elder responded, “I would not jest about such things.”

The entire conversation was starting to freak him out and he really didn't like it. “No. There is no way,” Draco responded, shaking his head. “You might want to try Potter when he wakes up. He's the hero, not me.”

The Elder sighed and took a seat. “It is not your friend. He was not meant to pass through the barriers between worlds. It was merely a coincidence that he was close enough to you to be pulled in with the magic.”

At Draco's panicked look of disbelief he sighed again, standing up. “I know this is hard for you to hear at the moment, given the abrupt change in your environment, so I will leave you to think over matters. I just wish to ask you one last thing before I go.”

Draco nodded, a little afraid of what The Elder would say. He really didn't want to hear anything that might actually bring him to believe that this was even remotely true.

“If you are correct and it is your friend that we have been waiting for, why is it that you were the one able to pass through the barriers unscathed, while he was seriously injured. Especially, if it was him that we had originally called to help us?”

Draco opened his mouth to say something and, for the first time in his life, was rendered speechless. He didn't know what to think of the entire situation on a whole, let alone the logic behind the Elder's question.

With a slight nod of his head, the Elder turned and made his way out of the room with an amount of grace that was surprising in a man of his age. Draco took a deep breath and glanced down at Harry, who was sleeping, peacefully unaware of the recent turn of events. Moving his hand, he let his fingers gently brush through Harry's hair, using the action to soothe himself more then anything. “You know, I could really use some help right about now,” he muttered.

When Harry didn't stir, he sighed, leaning his head back against the headboard. “What have we gotten ourselves into now?” His only answer was the sound of one of the household's footsteps echoing in the hall outside their room.

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Draco was awakened, once again, the next morning, this time by a gentle knock on the door. Glancing around blearily for a moment, he eventually climbed out of the bed, making sure that Harry was covered up. When the knock sounded again, he made his way to the door and slowly pulled it open.

“Yes?”

“The day welcomes you, my Lord.”

Draco frowned slightly at the sight of the same woman from yesterday, only this time wearing a pale green dress. “Uh...good morning?”

The woman smiled brightly and moved into the room. “Breakfast will be served soon, my Lord,” she responded, brightly as she pulled open the curtains to allow the bright rays of the sun into the room. “The Elder has requested your presence in the main dinning room.”

Draco opened his mouth to respond when an entire line of woman wearing the same outfit, but in various colours, flooded into the room and started to tidy up.

“Come my Lord, you must clean up,” the first woman responded, ushering him into the bathroom, three other women following them in.

In the middle of the room there was a sunken tub, the water already filling it to it's limits with the faint scent of lavender wafting from the bubbles.

“Who are you and what is going on?” Draco asked, looking from the tub to the women in the pale green dress.

“My name is Aredhel,” the woman bowed slightly. “I will be watching over you during your stay in the castle, which also includes making sure that you are on time for breakfast.”

“Watching over us?” Draco responded, slightly affronted. “We do not need someone to watch over us.”

Aredhel only smiled and drew a small symbol on her sleeve, effectively removing Draco's clothes, leaving him standing completely starkers.

“Woah!” Draco responded, covering himself quickly. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Aredhel drew another series of symbols and Draco found himself pushed backwards and into the tub. “I am ensuring that you have a bath, my Lord,” she responded, nodding to the three woman, who immediately moved to the edges of the tub and started to scrub Draco down while he attempted to fight them off.

“I can bathe myself, thank you very much.” Draco snapped, snatching the wash cloth from one of the women.

The woman didn't even bat an eyelash but grabbed up a sweet smelling shampoo and started working it through Draco's hair as the other two continued to scrub him, their hands covering every inch.

“Stop it! You can't just-hey! Watch where you put your hands!”

All at once the three women stopped and backed away.

“It's about bloody ti-” He never got to finish the sentence as a large amount of water rained over him, leaving him sputtering in its wake.

Aredhel dismissed the other three ladies and held a towel out for Draco. “Come, you must be dressed.”

Draco practically growled as he climbed out of the tub. If he had wanted to get out of this place earlier, the urge was know doubled. “Am I allowed to dress myself?” he asked, sarcastically.

“Of course not.” Aredhel responded, leaving the room.

When he re-entered the main room, he was once again assaulted by the three women as they began to dry him off.

“Oh, not again! Get off me!”

“You must keep your voice down, my Lord,” Aredhel responded from her spot on the bed beside Harry. “You will wake him before it is time for him to see the morning.”

Draco lowered his voice but glared at her hand as it rested on Harry's forehead. “Call them off!”

Aredhel stared at him for a moment before doing as he asked. “Alright Ladies, you may leave now.”

All three stopped and bowed to Aredhel before leaving the room. Once they were gone Aredhel stood gracefully and moved to the closet, which Draco had missed in his surveying of the room. “While you are within the castle you must dress as is expected of your status. The clothes that you arrived in have been disposed of. While you are in this world it is important that you do not draw more attention to yourself then is necessary. This includes dressing as though you belong here.”

Draco didn't say anything. He merely waited.

When Aredhel stepped out of the closet she held an outfit made of a combination of soft leather and flowing cloth. She stepped to the side and hung the outfit to the front of the changing screen. “Please step behind the screen, my Lord.”

Thinking that the day couldn't get any worse, Draco nodded and stepped behind the screen, taking the under garments from Aredhel as he passed. “How do you know that outfit will fit?” he asked.

“Do not worry so, my Lord. The outfit will fit.”

Draco sighed and waited for the next pieces of clothing. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Aredhel took the the thin undershirt and handed it to Draco. “It is what you are,” she responded simply. “While you are in this world you are a Lord of this kingdom.”

Draco slipped the shirt on, the material light against his skin. “How can I be a Lord of this kingdom if I am not even from this world?”

Aredhel handed him the rest of the outfit. “Because it is your destiny.”

Draco gave a frustrated sigh and stepped out from behind the screen. “That makes no sense.”

“You will understand in time, my lord,” she responded, conjuring up a mirror.

Draco rolled his eyes and stepped up to the mirror. He was pleasantly surprised to say the least. If nothing else, these people certainly knew how to dress. Glancing at himself he went over his outfit. The trousers were made of leather that was a pale cream colour and fit him like a second layer of skin. On his feet he wore a pair of dark blue riding boots that went to his knees. The shirt he was wearing was made of a soft material that wrapped around him lightly and was the same colour as his pants. The final piece of clothing was the robe that he wore over his other clothes. It was the same deep blue colour as his boots and clung to his arms and chest but flowed out as it reached his hips. Along the edges was a light cream pattern that matched his trousers and shirt. In all honesty the robe should have been heavy but he was able to move freely in it.

Aredhel smiled and stepped forward, handing him a sword sheath. “I told you it would fit.”

Draco glanced up and raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?”

“You will need it later.” She responded and wrapped it around his waist, underneath of his outer robes. “There. You are ready.”

“What about Harry?”

“You will be back before he awakens. The rebuilding of his muscles is almost complete.”

Draco paled. “The rebuilding of his muscles?”

“Come.” She responded, opening the doors of the room. “Grandfather will explain everything to you.”

Draco sighed and shot one last glance at Harry before following Aredhel out of the room.

He followed Aredhel through the large halls of the castle for what felt like forever before they came to a grand set of mahogany doors. Stepping forward, she placed a hand on the center and they opened for her, allowing the two of them into a dinning room that rivaled the one at Malfoy Manor.

“Ah, it is good to see you, young ones.” The Elder smiled from his seat at the head of the table. “Please, come and sit. I am sure that you are both hungry.”

Aredhel bowed in respect before moving to take her spot beside him. “The morning greets you, Grandfather.”

“As it does you, my dear.”

Draco stepped further into the room and took a seat across from Aredhel.

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the owner of Harry Potter or anything related to him. I can wish all I want but the fact of the matter is that he already belongs to J.K Rowling...despite how ticked off I am at her for the direction that she's currently taking my two favourite characters!

A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning, this story is AU and does involve some violence in later chapters

Harry stood silently, waist deep in the furthest hot springs from the village, having chanced upon it in his need to leave the confinement of the castle. Despite the means by which he had discovered the solitude, he was immensely grateful for it. If he needed anything right now, it was a chance to get his confused thoughts into order, although he was pretty sure that 'confused' was too light a word. 'Lost' would have fit the situation better, which was completely understandable, having found himself transported to what appeared to be a completely different realm. Just the thought of multiple dimensions was making his head spin.

Despite the obvious evidence to prove the theory, he was still trying to convince himself that at any moment Bloomfield would show up, slap him on the back and tell him that it had all been some big joke that he and Draco and put on.

Draco

That was another thing that had puzzled him. For the last couple of days he'd been uncharacteristically pleasant, asking how Harry had been and going out of his way to make sure that Harry had everything that he needed.

Flashback

“You have to become one of us.”

Harry blinked for a moment. “Become one of you?”

“Yes. You'll have to learn our ways and be sorted into our clans. It will be slightly different for you because you have already passed the age of majority. Your powers are already established but are lying dormant. You will have to go through a different ceremony.”

Catching up on the topic, Draco asked his own question. “What kind of ceremony? What does it involve?”

Aredhel shook her head. “I must not discuss it further. Only the elder is allowed to inform you of what will happen. He will do that when he thinks you are ready and not until.”

Despite having just come from bed, Harry couldn't help but yawn. It was clear that the healing process had taken a lot out of him. He had a feeling that he would be resting for the next couple of days. “Great. Another Dumbledore,” he mumbled.

Draco immediately noticed Harry's droopy eyes; he'd been watching the Gryffindor covertly. “I'm sorry, Aredhel, but Harry is really tired. Would be able to continue this conversation when he's feeling a little bit more like himself.

He didn't know why, but he bristled slightly at the comment. “No, I'm fine. Please continue.”

Draco shot him a glare. “You are not fine. You can barely keep your eyes open. You're going to bed until you aren't tired.”

“But-”

“No buts.”

Aredhel smiled, watching the two. “It is obvious that you care about each other, but Lord Draco is right. You must take time to rest. I will return when you are feeling better.”

Harry blushed to the roots as Aredhel left. Shooting Draco a glance, he was surprised to find him as calm and collected as before. He hadn't even argued the point.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the glance. “Are you going to go to bed now?”

Sighing, Harry forced his body to stand and moved slowly to the bed.

Draco laughed lightly and moved around Harry to pull the covers back and helped him into the bed. When he was settled, Draco pulled the blanket up around Harry before settling on the bed beside him.

Harry raised a confused eyebrow as he watched Draco lean over slightly and grab a book form the bedside table. “What are you doing?”

“I'm reading.”

“Why are you in bed with me?”

Draco raised an amused eyebrow. “Don't flatter yourself, Harry. I am making sure that you are comfortable and that you sleep.”

Harry frowned. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm fine!”

“You're not fine. I'll tell you when you are fine and now is not the time.”

“I am fine!”

Draco glanced at him for a moment before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on Harry's forehead, effectively silencing him, before going back to his book. “Get some rest, Harry.”

End Flashback

He wasn't complaining, Draco had been helpful, but the change had him worried for more reasons then just the possibility of mental defect. Harry was growing accustomed to this new Draco. What was worse was that he was growing accustomed to the feelings that this new Draco was bringing with it. Once again, Draco was becoming the most important person in his life and he had sworn that he would never let that happen again.

Harry froze abruptly, as a pair of arms encircled his waist and he was pulled against a firm chest. “I was wondering where you had gotten to. You have Rebbecca in quite a frenzy.”

Speak of the devil. Harry thought sarcastically, relaxing as the familiar voice washed over him. “You should know by now that it isn't wise to sneak up on me.”

Draco chuckled. “Of all the times that I've snuck up on you, you have never done anything to me in return. Face it! You're tame, Potter.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “I think we should remedy that,” he responded shortly, hooking his leg around Draco's calf and leaning back, throwing them both off balance and into the water.

Having the element of surprise on his side, Harry surfaced again quickly and watched as Draco broke the surface spluttering.

Once he had successfully cleaned the water from his eyes and nose, he sent Harry a glare. “Bastard.”

“You asked for it,” Harry smirked, swimming to one of the submerged rock shelves, where he could sit and attempt relaxation.

Draco, on the other hand, took his time to swim about the spring lazily, unknowingly giving Harry a perfect view of his toned chest and stomach.

Harry sighed in frustration when he realized that he was staring. It didn't help matters that he knew exactly how smooth that skin really was.

“Are you alright?” Draco asked, perching himself on a submerged rock.

“Yes,” Harry responded, faster than he would have liked. “I mean, why wouldn't I be?”

“Are you serious?”

“What?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Three days ago you almost died.”

“Wouldn't have been the first time.” Harry shrugged, closing his eyes. “Come to think of it, since Hogwarts, you've been present each and every time I've faced my own morality. Was there something you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes, actually.” Draco nodded. “I never did get a proper thank you for saving your sorry arse each and every time.”

“Excuse me?” Harry asked, incredulously. “You did not. It was always Ron and Hermione that showed up.”

“Oh yes, they show up when the battle is over, so automatically they're the heroes, never mind the fact that I was the one making sure that you were still alive when they got there!” Draco snapped, more then a little annoyed at Harry's statement.

“Bugger off, Draco,” Harry sighed, closing his eyes again. “I'm really not in the mood to listen to you.”

Draco snorted, jealousy rearing its ugly head. Why should he care more for them then he does for me? They were never there when he needed them. “I bet your little friends don't know how shallow your Golden Boy facade really is, do they?”

Harry shot him a warning glare. He didn't want to talk about this.

“Do they know how deep you dug into the other side?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do they know how hard it was to bring you back?”

“Drop it!”

“What? Don't like me talking about your little secret? Still afraid Dumbledore might find out?”

“Fuck you, Draco!” Harry snapped, anger flashing behind his eyes. “You want to know how I feel? Fine! I'm sick to fucking death of you and your bullshit, my entire body hurts, my head is pounding, my shoulders are stiff, I woke up in the middle of a field, barely able to move, and I'm stuck in this god forsaken place with no one to talk to but you. I'd say I'm just fucking peachy.”

Draco stared at him a moment, before smiling. “Do you feel better now?”

Harry huffed, ignoring the question and going back to his sad attempt at relaxation.

Draco watched him shift around for a minute before swimming over to him. “Admit it, Harry. You feel better, don't you?”

Harry sighed and opened one eye to glance at him. “Alright, fine. I do feel better.”

Draco smirked. “Here, shift forward.”

“No.”

“Just do as you're told, Harry. I'm not going to murder you.”

Harry shot him a glare and reluctantly did as Draco had asked, allowing the blond to position himself behind him, Draco's legs on either side of him and his warm chest pressed against Harry's back.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, muscles tensing, which only caused Draco to roll his eyes.

With a small sigh, Draco placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, slowly beginning to work the tension from the brunet's exhausted muscles.

“What are-oh Merlin, that feels amazing.” Harry mumbled, relaxing back into Draco's chest.

“You always did seem to like it.”

Harry nodded, shifting further into Draco's touch.

“You scared the hell out of me this time, you know,” Draco admitted, letting his hand slide down Harry's arm and across the Gryffindor's stomach, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “I didn't know what was wrong or how to help you. I thought...I thought that maybe this was it. The time when you faced mortality and came out defeated.”

Harry's hand moved to rest on top of Draco's as he closed his eyes, letting Draco's words wash over him. The emotion behind them soothed him more than a massage ever could. “I'm alright, Draco.”

“I know,” Draco responded, quietly. “You're always alright.”

Harry didn't respond, simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

Draco's arms tightened marginally around Harry as he buried his nose in the curve of his neck, taking in the comforting smell of fresh cut grass with the slightest hint of vanilla. He didn't know how he did it, but it was the one thing that never changed about Harry. They could be covered in their own blood and Harry would still smell wonderful.

Harry smiled slightly as he felt Draco smell his neck. Under any other circumstances he would have been a little freaked out at the behaviour but Draco had done it often enough when they had been together for him to realize it for what it was. What did startle him was the warm press of lips that followed. “Draco?”

Draco shifted slightly so he could gently kiss the edge of Harry's jaw, the side of his head resting on Harry's shoulder. “Yes?” he responded, the sound husky as his breath trailed across Harry's neck and ear.

Harry was able to bite back a moan but it didn't stop him from completely relaxing in Draco's arms. “What are you doing?”

Draco chuckled softly, moving to suck lightly at the junction where Harry's neck curved into his shoulder. “What do you think, Harry?” he asked, slowly sliding his hand down Harry's stomach to rest near the waistband of Harry's swimming trunks.

Having Draco pressed against his back and his hands on him was playing havoc with Harry's mind. He missed this. There was no denying it. What was worse was he wanted it. His mind was screaming at him to leave but his body had a different agenda all together. “I..” he stuttered, trying to get the right words out and failing.

“Yes?” Draco asked, trailing his teeth over Harry's flushed skin.

When Harry let out a low moan, Draco's hand fell lower, his fingers sliding underneath the waistband stopping just short of his main goal.

“Draco...please...”

Draco smiled against Harry's skin. He loved hearing Harry's laboured breath and knowing that he was the one responsible for driving him to distraction.

Harry gasped as his cock twitched, all the blood running south. He didn't know how Draco did it but in a matter of seconds he was rock hard. No one had touched him like this since he and Draco had split up and he doubted anyone else would be able to.

Draco pressed further against Harry, letting his hand slide the final stretch of skin before his fingers were gently wrapped around Harry, moving slowly down his length.

A tortured moan escaped Harry's throat, as he involuntarily pushed into Draco's hand. “...Dray...I...”

Draco felt Harry's breathy words as though they were running down his spinal cord. Taking a firmer hold on Harry, he moved his hands at a quicker speed, stopping every now and again to run his finger over the leaking slit. It hadn't been so long ago that Harry had been his. He knew everything Harry liked, from the running of his fingers over the vein on the underside of Harry's cock to the playful twists of his nipples. If Harry had a weak spot, Draco knew it and fully intended to hit every one of them.

Harry shuddered almost violently as Draco ran his teeth over his pulse point and rolled the hard nub of his nipple between his fingers. He could feel the arousal sweeping through his body, making his toes curl with it.

Draco could read Harry's reactions as easily as Lavender read Witch Weekly. He was close and Draco knew exactly how to push him over the edge. Releasing Harry's nipple, he moved his free hand to Harry's balls, rolling them between his fingers before adding a slight pressure to the sensitive point between Harry's cock and his balls.

As soon as Draco touched the most sensitive part on his body, white hot shots of pleasure ran through him, milking him of his orgasm as he pushed into Draco's hand with a hoarse cry.

“God Harry, you're so...sexy when you're like that.” Draco groaned, his own arousal catching up to him as he pressed his erection against Harry's arse.

The moment Harry felt Draco's erection against him all his logical thought came pouring back. Immediately he felt anger wash over him. Not at Draco, but at himself, for falling into the same old pattern. He stiffened and pushed away. What the hell was I thinking?

Draco groaned deeply as the friction was removed.

Harry faltered at the sound, almost turning around to press against the blond. Standing abruptly he moved to the edge of the pool.

“Harry-”

“This changes nothing, Draco.” Harry responded far colder than he had first intended to. He wanted to apologize immediately and the urge to return to Draco's arms was starting to scare him. Before he could act on it, he was out of the spring and putting much needed distance between them.

Draco watched Harry go, his eyes focusing on the way his swimming trunks stuck to him. With a frustrated groan he sunk beneath the water. One step forward, two steps back.