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Harry Potter was never one to flail and wail about how unfair life was. When Lady Fate threw curveballs at his head with pinpoint accuracy, he learned to become faster, to dodge better, to see further ahead. The first eleven or so years of his life had been unfair and cruel and definitely not nurturing enough to raise a physically or Arcana help, mentally stable being. Obviously, his seven-ish years of rather scanty, adventurous and downright dangerous education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, have not helped his emotional development along. Not to mention the war and more importantly, the period that preceded the battle itself. Don't get him wrong, the war was a pretty Big Thing in his life, and left a very obvious imprint. But let's face it. All in all? Considering the length of his “What went to shit in my life?” list; the war itself was a footnote at best.
Yes, people died. Yes, he died.
But … we have already established that he was not, in any sense of the word, a normally developed, mentally or emotionally stable adult, right? Right.
Then Teddy came along.
His sweet, innocent little bundle of a godson, who was orphaned in the name of a conflict he hopefully would only learn of from his textbooks. His parents were ripped away from him from one day to the other, both stable, loving figures leaving him in a cold, war-torn world. Andromeda, bless her soul, tried to keep it together for her grandson. She powered through depression, grief and loss like a saint, she held the son of her dead daughter night after night, as the babe called for his Ma and Pa with heart-wrenching cries. Andromeda Black-Tonks was one of the strongest women Harry has ever met, and to this day, he held the utmost respect for her. She took care of the small child for a year after the battle before she sought anyone's help. When Harry opened the door that day, to find the disowned Black sister on his doorstep, Teddy sleeping across her chest in a sling, he understood the haunted look in her eyes, the slight tremble of her lower lip, how her voice lowered but never cracked, as she whispered, ”Could you take him, Harry? Just for a day or two?” They both knew it would be longer than a few days.
Andromeda Black-Tonks was a broken husk of her younger self. She lost a husband but marched on, believing in ideals that promised a future for her only daughter. But Nymphadora Tonks died following those same ideals. The young Auror went down in battle just before her husband, Remus Lupin, leaving her mother the only survivor of their small family. Harry knew how it felt, to be the last man standing. And little Teddy? He must have been the most cruel reminder of everything she has lost over the short span of a year – the gold lined, dark chocolate colored eyes of the kind Werewolf who stole her little girl’s heart; the perfect button nose, and ever-changing hair color of the daughter who will now never get to teach this little boy how to switch it back; and the name, the name of her one and only love, the man she left her family for. Edward John Lupin was the worst nightmare-come-alive Andromeda could ever imagine, and that day, at the door of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Harry Potter saw it clear in her eyes. She would not come back.
“It’s you and me now, little guy,” The young man sighed, once he closed the door behind himself. He was eighteen years old, holding a slowly waking one year old in his hands, with a few bags stuffed to the brim with ‘essentials’ at his feet. “We are going to figure everything out.” It was a promise to himself, to Andromeda, to Remus and Tonks. He would do his damn hardest to raise this kid. Even if he had to go all Hermione in the bookshops "For Young Parents" section.
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“No- Teddy no! We do not bite the people we like!” Harry reprimanded, his tone edging towards frustration the more often this particular thing happened. It has been almost a year, and if he dares say so himself, both him and Teddy have adapted well. Sure, there were quite a few hiccups at the beginning, and he had to rely on Molly Weasley's child wrangling skills more often than not, but it was okay. Things were good. Life was good. Except for the little menace with unnaturally sharp teeth and his penchant for using them at the worst possible moments. Now, Harry was nineteen years old, and by no means an expert on toddlers’ teeth nor their teething habits. However, no parenting manual of his had ever mentioned anything close to the issues they were dealing with. Have been dealing with, for the last few weeks, if he was honest. Molly was no help, his books were no use, and he was sure as fuck not going anywhere near a Mediwitch or wizard with his might-be-a-Werewolf godson. No chance in hell. Because that was the thing – Remus Lupin helped them win the last wizarding war. The man was a hero, an inspiration. He was also a Werewolf. A dark creature. One of Fenrir Greyback's cubs, the Werewolf pack leader who sided with Voldemort in both wars, and used his power and influence to force the turned wolves into battle. Remus Lupin was a hero, and his son deserved the best of the best, but with the Ministry’s viewpoint on creatures in general, there was no way he could trust anyone with a wand around this precious child.
That left them with a tricky decision; either go to Knockturn, risk being discovered – then as a consequence, get slandered in the wizarding paper for months – and even worse, Teddy getting misdiagnosed or risk going to Gringotts and get literally slaughtered by bloodthirsty Goblins. Neither seemed promising, but he was out of options, and Teddy was getting more and more agitated as the days went by. It was obviously something more than a simple itch, more than likely related to his late fathers furry little problem. Gringotts was the safest option for Teddy. For him, though? Well, he was pretty resilient. He has died once or twice already, and look at that! He was still here. Everything would be okay.
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The Goblins were not happy with his presence. Harry was surprised they even let him through the door, let alone actually speak to a teller. He was directed to a secluded office deep, deep inside the bank, and was met with sneers and angry sounding chuffs wherever he turned. But it was okay. He would do it for Teddy.
“Master Goblin.” The young man nodded respectfully.
“Thief.” The Manager Goblin sneered back, his wickedly sharp teeth clearly on display.
“I didn't come here to ask for the Nation’s forgiveness.” The wizard admitted, just to be clear. “I know you will never be at peace with me, and I will never feel shame for rescuing a being in need. I come here to give you gold, because my godson is in need of your services.”
“The little child has no business with this bank.” Sharpclaw, according to the name tag, said.
“My godson needs to see a healer.” Harry admitted, slowly bundling the small boy from the confines of his sling.
“Little wizard should be taken to a wizard healer, he has no business here.” The Goblin repeated, this time more forcefully.
“My godson's father was a bitten Werewolf. I will not take him to a Mediwitch, not now, not ever. Can this bank help my godson, for a generous fee, Master Goblin?”
“Indeed.” The creature hummed. He tipped his sharp-clawed fingers against a glowing orb embedded in his desk, and rasped out a few commands in his native language. Not waiting for any kind of answer, he turned back to the wizarding pair. “A healer will join us and take the child away, while we talk business , Mister Potter.” There was obviously no room for argument here. Harry could already feel the waves of anxiety rising inside him at the thought of letting go of his charge, but trusting the Goblins this time, was the only way to discover what was happening with Teddy.
“Help my godson, Master Goblin, and my gold is yours.” He said, his eyes never breaking eye contact.
When the healer Goblin walked away with his godson in her hands, it was one of the most terrifying moments of his life. Every fiber of his being screamed to dive after them, to cradle the small child to his chest again, and hid them both from the big, bad world. Forever. He couldn't though, because Teddy needed this. He needed the Goblins and their help. So he sat in the cushioned chair like a marble statue, staring at the closed door for a few minutes, before facing the manager again.
“Let’s have a chat, shall we?” Sharpclaw drawled, before opening one of his many drawers and pulled out a stack of papers.
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They did, indeed, chat for quite some time. Even after the healer returned with his Teddy and a long, long list of her observations and recommendations. His young godson was a born Werewolf – a rather rare occurrence on Earth but not so much in other R ealms, apparently.
“It would be much safer for him somewhere else.” Sharpclaw explained.
“What … what would you do in my place?” The young man, barely more than a boy, asked, as he desperately tried to fish for more insight.
“Go to Nevarah, Wizard. It’s a Sanctuary Realm that would welcome you both.” The gruff Manager Goblin answered. He was no heartless monster after all. The boy might have stolen from them, and it would be never forgiven . It was the highest offense one could make against the Nation. No one would, however, let a young Werewolf stay on this god forsaken Earth a moment longer than necessary. “The bank can arrange a direct portal to the border of Nevarah. For a fee.”
“How soon can we leave?” The wizard asked, no hesitation in his question as he smiled down at the babbling child on his lap.
“Tomorrow. Not before noon, the runes need to be set up in a safe ritual room.”
“We will be here early in the afternoon then.” Harry nodded, already rising to his feet. He had shit to pack and excuses to make.
“I will take the fee out of your vault.” The Goblin warned.
“Do it. And take some extra for yourself. I don't care. If you can, just transfer my money to the bank in Nevarah? If that's possible. Take the fee for that too. Give yourself some bonus. Just get us away. ”
The next day, Harry “The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again” Potter and Edward “Teddy” Lupin left Earth behind for good.
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“Teddy, get back here! ” Harry groaned as the young teenager slipped away from his grasp again, right into the wild mass the Hunt had gathered. He knew it was a bad idea, to wander around the market on the first day when everyone was so pent up and excited, but Teddy had used his shiny puppy eyes to get him to agree. He threw a rope of magic after the boy, and the energy acted like a lasso, holding onto the Werewolf cub firmly until he could take his hand again. “I told you, no running around like a noseless wolf hunting for prey. We will go home if you can't stay close to me.” He stared at his charge strictly.
“Yes, Da, I understand.” The kid nodded quickly, but his eyes were already darting around, looking for the next location he could speed run to. Harry heaved a sigh. Maybe visiting Nevarah had been a bad idea after all. He couldn't change his mind now, since he filled out all the damn paperwork that came with a Mage officially visiting the Realm for a longer period of time. As they walked on, closer and closer to the Stadium, Harry let himself feel a bit nostalgic, and thought back to their first time arriving in Nevarah.
Nevermore Realm - Nevarah
The Border - East Coast - Gate 4B
Ten years ago
They were stopped at the Border and after requesting sanctuary, both of them had been ordered to undergo a series of tests before they could be granted entrance. Healer Amarille Kuroe was assigned as their supervisor – she was an Air Dragel, with a kind smile and the gentlest magic Harry has ever tasted. She was also very patient and understanding, which was a big plus in his book, since dealing with a fussy toddler who just jumped Realms and a cranky, stressed twenty years old required both qualities. Especially when they discovered the threefold suppression on his person. Explaining what exactly a seal was, and how his inheritance has been blocked and definitely will need to be broken free, it was quite the process. The young Dragel woman at the reception assigned them a temporary apartment at the gate building they were currently at. It seemed to be a normal enough occurrence, to have random people crash at the Border and get flagged by the healers, so they kept a few rooms always at the ready. It wasn't anything big, of course, a simple room with a bathroom attached, and a shared kitchen area just down the hallway. There were currently no residents, according to Mia, the Dragel who had been manning the desk when they arrived. Only the patrol Gheyos and staff members would pop into the kitchen if they needed coffee or a snack, he was assured.
After the small tour he got, he headed back to their room and unpacked the bare minimum, summoning Teddy’s bed and blanket, a few toys, their favorite book, and a change of clothes from one of their expanded bags. Healer Kuroe had set an appointment for ten o’clock come morning, so she could try and call in a favor to get someone to the checkpoint and take a look at his suppression. Apparently, the seal was slowly burning up his magical reserves, since his inheritance was running out of power as the years crept by, and by now, he was dangerously close to frying his inner core. Which would either leave him with no magic or dead. Neither was an outcome he could consider right now, not if he didn't want to break down laughing hysterically. Turns out the only time he tried to not see anything serious or complicated into an issue, the slight burning sensation that centered around his heart turned out to be caused by way worse than stress. Figures.
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“How did your night go? I hope you both got a decent amount of sleep.” The blonde healer smiled at the pair warmly, and Harry didn't want to ruin her cheery mood by telling her how their night had gone. Thankfully, she moved on without prompting. “I got lucky and just caught Healer Kalzik before he went home yesterday, and he agreed to give a second opinion and help with the removal as well!” She announced, before dragging a pretty, blonde-haired and teal eyed Dragel closer. The man was the most beautiful being Harry has ever laid eyes on, despite the thick scarring encircling his neck. When the man only waved at them, Harry’s suspicion got proven right – the Healer obviously was unable to speak. And that was just fine with him. Healer Kuroe talked enough for all three of them. If there's ever a little bit of a break, Teddy could fill it with his adorable babbling anyways.
They entered the same examination room as yesterday, before the woman explained how they could communicate throughout the appointment, and Harry reluctantly accepted the temporary mind link. The sooner they get this done with, the sooner he can settle down with Teddy. The boy really needed some stability in his life.
Of course, nothing could be this easy. He was Harry James Potter, nothing was ever easy and smooth for him.
So you have been performing magic in the last week too?
“Yeah, as usual.” Harry shrugged.
That’s actually quite unusual. The man admitted, his brows furrowed in thought. Your core is drained enough that you have physical symptoms, at this point your body should have shut down all magical outputs to minimize the chance of burning out. The fact that yours didn’t… Makes me think that your reserves may be vast enough and fill up quick enough that despite the condition you are in, your body has not yet declared the condition critical.
“Okay?” The wizard answered, honestly, a bit lost. So his core was about to shrivel up and die out like some weird parody of a dying star, but his body didn't see that as a problem? Typical. “What do we do now?”
We remove the suppression as soon as possible. The teal eyed Dragel stated. And we will need quite a few pairs of hands for that.
“Can we leave the audience out?” He grumbled, already guessing the answer.
I’m sorry Mister Potter, but to guarantee your and our own safety, we will need to invite quite a few helpers. Healer Kalzik smiled sadly, then turned to his colleague to start signing in a rapid fashion. Her eyes widened for a second, but then she nodded and left the room, probably to ask for more favors. Harry just sighed and lifted Teddy onto his lap from the highchair he has been sitting in this whole time, trying to focus on happier things.
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It took another two days for his healers to find enough volunteers for his seal removal. They prepped an intimidatingly big ritual room, then introduced Harry first to a Pareya and Gheyo Princess pair, who would be responsible for Teddy’s safety while he was undergoing the procedure. The sweet Pareya was called Flora, and she obviously had a special affinity with children – in mere seconds, the little werewolf was plastered to her side, rambling on excitedly about their journey here, as well as their life before. The Gheyo’s name was Inek, he was an Earth Dragel who seemed rather serious and dedicated to his task at hand. Meeting them left Harry more settled, but not completely relaxed, when it was time to leave his cub behind. He was led to the giant room, and then exchanged greetings with all eight Dragels inside – that made a total of ten Healers. Harry was more than intimidated. When they asked him to strip and lay down in the middle of a runic circle, he seriously considered turning tail and running for the hills. But for Teddy, and their future in Nevarah, he would do it. Even if laying bare in a room full of strangers made him seriously self-conscious and antsy.
Emerald green eyes opened sleepily, blinking owlishly at the stone floor before him. He was laying on his front, apparently still in the same position he fell unconscious in earlier. There were hushed conversations going on around him, and it made him tense up momentarily, before he recognized Healer Kuroe’s voice among them. He tried to push himself into a sitting position, but his arms felt like overcooked noodles and gave out under him. The young man fell back with a grunt, clearly annoyed. An oppressing wave of dark, choking magic started gathering around him. For a second, he was terrified, staring into the manifestation of his inner core. His reserves. It seemed endless.
“Well, hello there little Necromancer.” Amarille crooned near.
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It's been over a decade now, since ten Healers unleashed his magic and Dragel inheritance, leaving him with a brand new set of instincts and a shitton of pure magic. It took a while to get used to everything. His wings were more of a bother than anything at first, the new sets of claws appeared at the worst possible moments, so he was constantly afraid to touch his small godson. But time went on and they both grew and they adapted. He was assigned a Mentor on the spot, a necromancer Mage named Tavit. His Mentor was a strange man, definitely not cut out for any kind of teaching.
“ Listen, I’m no good at talking or explaining. I will give you the guides I learned from. “He bargained. “You will have to leave in a short while anyway, and I'm sorta comfortable in the Shadow Haunts, I hope you understand.”
“Leave?” Harry questioned. No one mentioned anything about leaving.
“Well, yeah, the Realm can’t support too many Mages for a longer period, and you are quite powerful. You will have to hop around, most likely.” The other man shrugged. “Don't worry, we will teach you how to use safe portals with your energy levels so high.”
To be fair, Tavit did teach him the basics , and passed on a copy of his small library, consisting of books related to necromancy, death magic, and overall Dragel handbooks. He helped to choose a Dragel and Were-shifter friendly Realm, that could house them for at least a few months. Ataeya was a cozy little Realm, populated mostly by Nymphs and Nature Spirits. Teddy loved all the space to run around, and how the young Nymphs sneaked him fresh jerky all the time. The little wolf was rather sad when it was time to move.
“Teddy!” Harry groaned and hastened his pace to catch up to his godson. The teen was playfully growling at a pair of amused Werewolves who were relaxing on the lawn in the small park they were currently crossing. The men smirked and let their fluffy ears and tails out, before clicking their sharp fangs at the child.
“Quite the handful you got there, Dragel.” The black-haired man laughed, his voice laced with a low rumble.
“That he is. Twelve years old with the energy reserves to show for it, and the sneakiness of someone much more experienced.” Harry agreed as he watched Teddy lunge at the blonde man, and they rolled around wrestling lightheartedly. “Sorry for interrupting your rest. He has been so excited to visit, especially since it’s the Hunt.”
“No excuses needed. We both have a gaggle of siblings, being ambushed is nothing new.” The wolf shook his head.
“I’m Harrison, by the way. The little menace is Teddy, my godson.”
“My name is Alexej Donovan, my partner there is Sasha Maxenn. We are both visiting for the Hunt.” Alexej said and patted the ground beside him, inviting Harry to sit down instead of standing around awkwardly. “So, you don’t live here either?”
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“Dad…” The young man whined, deploying his best sweet puppy eyes. “It’s the Hunt! I really want to look around this year. I’m twenty-one, I can totally take care of myself! And I promise I won't go into the Pits or Were sections without Alex or Sasha.”
So here’s the thing – Harrison knew he was being unreasonable. Teddy was all grown up, trained and absolutely capable. The young Werewolf was searching, longing for a companion, a partner. It’s been just the two of them for a long time, and while it was the norm for them, it was clearly not ideal. Were-shifters always preferred bigger groups, packs. The Mage could not provide that for him – he has all but claimed solitary quite a few years ago. Over the span of twenty years, Harry had done his best to raise his godson, his son to the best of his abilities. He made sure to introduce him to Were culture, in order to get him friends his age, who could relate to his growling-biting kind of affection.
“Alright, cubby.” He sighed, raising his hand in defeat. “But we will have firm rules in place!” He shouted after the excited man, whose hair turned to bubblegum pink in happiness as he ran away hooting loudly. Time to request the mountain of paperwork that came with registering as a visiting and apparently chaperoning Mage. What a delight.
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Two months later, Harry stood outside a small, nondescript urban house.
“Base is all set up inside! I put your bags in the room on the left. I wanted the window with a view to the street.” The younger man admitted sheepishly. Harry just smiled at him, not surprised one bit, and finished the last layer of their new wards.
“Still can’t believe you call the place you stay at base.” Alex eyed them strangely, but accustomed enough to them to not ask any more questions.
“Makes sense to me. It's a base at best, doesn't matter how long we stay. Calling it home would be pointless anyway.” The Mage shrugged nonchalantly as the pair headed inside after the hyperactive Werewolf.
“That’s because you are one weird Dragel.” Sasha commented from the couch he was sprawling on. In retaliation, Teddy dived at the blonde man, rolling them both to the ground in a mess of claws and sharpened fangs.
“Children, am I right?” Harry snickered.
“Fuck you too! Ow! Oh, you sneaky little-” Sasha yelped, before growling intensely.
Harry opened his mouth to defend his son who just chomped down rather hard on the older wolf’s biceps, but nothing came out except a pained grunt, followed by a string of extensive curses – but even those got cut short by the bright light engulfing his form. Because here is the thing; after the painful event of his first seal removal, Harry never considered binding his soul again, in any form. Deep down, he was convinced there was no soulbond out there for him. He had passed on before, his tether cut from reality as Death pulled him into her World with gentle hands. Sure, somehow, he was pressed back into this body, soul and all – was it possible that everything was intact, though? Doubtful.
No, he didn't seal his soul, did not consider the possibility of ever being summoned by a Soulcry or Scream.
Yet, here he was, plummeting through Realms, speeding towards the Screaming Submissive Fate has decided he belonged to .
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Harrison touched down in the middle of a clearing. Around him Torvaks screeched and Ghouls shrieked in a mad cacophony, while winged men slaughtered them with knives and swords, claws and fangs. He pulled his staff from the small pocket dimension it was constantly stored in, the light piece of polished elder wood seemed to shine in the dark, as he swung it first upwards, then forcefully towards the supple ground. With the bottom of the magical object embedded in the mud, Harry's hands stretched wide, as if throwing a door open. Powerful, dark magic resonated in the air, and the staff seemed to suddenly siphon all light into itself – it created a pulsing, obsidian colored rip that gathered attention from both sides. When a dull, gray colored figure stepped through, everyone seemed to take a collective breath, before trying to give it a wide berth. It was no use, however, since more and more followed the first. Undead soldiers poured onto the clearing, running on silent feet, no weapon needed. Someone landed at his back, but he was too deep inside, his eyes only focused on the battle spanning before him, his hands opened wide, straining to hold the passageway.
Warm liquid sprayed onto his back, but nothing else touched him. He heard the last dying creak of a Torvak, but paid it no mind. His magic sang clear and loud, it danced wildly around them all, searching for enemies and defending those it deemed worthy. The soldiers marched on, on and on, their unseeing eyes glaring forward, their gray, rotting fists breaking bone and ripping flesh from muscle. They didn’t stop until all evil had been defeated or scared away. Slowly, the men and women turned back towards him, dragging themselves through the gate leading into the Otherworld. When the last disappeared, Harry willed his wandering magic to back down, to come back and close the rip between Realms. As the ominous glow receded, leaving only the focus object behind, the man felt his arms and legs start to shake slightly. Summoning an army without preparation might have been a bad idea. He reached for his staff and leaned on it, taking deep breaths, to let his heartbeat regulate again. With ears ringing and lights dancing across his eyes, he still registered the multitude of Dragels creeping closer to him.
“Alright?” A hesitant voice asked near him.
“Almost. Is everyone else good?” He replied slowly, lifting his head. His breath stuttered as he first laid eyes on his Submissive. The young Dragel standing a few feet away was stunning, with auburn locks and piercing blue eyes, trained right at his face. He was short and lean, but clearly toned, a runner's build for sure. Behind him like a guard dog stood a blonde, stocky Gheyo, an inch or two shorter than the Submissive. There was an array of knives plastered to his body, and he was drenched in blood. Both of them were, he noticed, the redhead also strained with burgundy in patches. Others gathered around them, some obviously must have known each other from before. Thank fuck for that, he thought, as he saw some of the Gheyos comfortably settle in a cluster. No need for more fighting right now.
“We might want to get moving.” Someone stepped forward, his presence marking him as Alpha.
“Yeah, let’s circle up.” Harry agreed as he finally straightened up. “Anyone got a secure location in mind?”
“We have a safe house.” The blonde Gheyo stepped forward, his face a passive mask. He whistled sharply, and the fighters wandered closer, seamlessly following the Ace’s order.
“Sure you can take everyone?” A man, a Pareya, questioned. Harry smiled wryly, thinking of his reserves, the bottomless hole that stretched in his very core. He nodded, then extended his hand to the Ace, asking silently for the coordinates. The man seemed to hesitate, before reaching out, and holding skin-to-skin contact for the bare minimum. That was more than fine with Harry – he just stored the detail away, then got ready to portal.
“Circle up and brace for ‘porting in 3 … 2 … 1 …”
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“I think we should settle down and start the introductions.” The Alpha gathered everyone’s attention shortly. The dominant Dragel hovered near the Submissive, but still kept a polite distance, aware of the nervous and distrustful energies coming off the smaller man in waves. All of them found a comfortable place to sit, and then it was time to stare at each other quietly and assess the gathered Dragels. “My name is Hadrian Maruke, from the Shadow element. I have rank shifted from Ace to Gheyic Alpha a few years ago.” The tall, gloomy man started. His black hair was long, braided elegantly and thrown over one shoulder. The armor he wore was just as dark, strained with blood all over - none of them have bothered to clean up yet. Isn’t he also the current Blood Titleholder of his element? Or was he so not up to date?
“Renee Walker, Beta.” One of the two women took over kindly, as she smiled at the room as a whole. Her innocent image was only discredited by the clear burgundy stains around her mouth and fingertips, indicating how she preferred to use her more animalistic characteristics. “My element is Shadow as well, though I have a small affinity for Earth.”
“Neil Josten.” The Submissive grunted out, his arms crossed across his chest. The blonde Dragel plastered to his side poked him forcefully with a clawed finger, which earned him a hiss. “Fire element.”
“Andrew, Shadow Ace. My King, Roland. Fire element.”The Ace added in a tone that screamed ‘duh’, indicating the King’s deep red hair. “My Queen, Kevin, a Shadow. Nicky is a Fire Princess.”He finished introducing the suite, pointing to each of the ones he named. They must have known one another for a long time now, based on how comfortable and familiar they seemed.
“My name is Emett Kenar, I’m a Fire Prince.”A pretty Gheyo continued, his intimidating orange to brown ombre wings still stretched out behind him. His dark brown hair was short, left a bit longer at the top, laced with a few gold streaks.
“I’m Allison. Companion, and definitely not interested in any of you, except Renee.” The woman sneered at them, and Harry almost cracked a smile. Despite her obvious temper, Harry quickly categorized her as an Earth element. Strong boundaries are good. Maybe this Circle thing wouldn’t be too bad after all. She turned to the Dragel at her side, the man almost dwarfing her considerable height even in a sitting position.
“Thorne Malaki.” He introduced himself shyly. “I’m a Pareya from the Fire element. Also a Changeling.” He added, right before a shimmer ran down his form, and there now sat a gorgeous woman, who waved at them with a soft expression. “I go by Peony in this form.” She added, then caught the eye of the woman who introduced herself before, and promptly turned to beet red. Harry snickered to himself quietly, most would have turned the same shade if faced with that expression. Suddenly a lot more interested, huh? he wanted to tease, but choose to keep his commentary to himself for the time being.
“Harrison.” He waved at his future Circle members slyly. “I’m a Shadow Mage. Good to see you again, Blood Raven.”Harry nodded at the Alpha, who responded in kind.
“Umbra Mortis. Tavit has been cursing your name in the last few weeks, so the Court was prepared for your arrival this time around.” The man commented.
“I will make sure to pop in and say hi then. Teddy missed the pups too, I will take him with me after we get back to Nevarah and get situated.” The Mage sighed, before looking around again, seeing the eager faces of his Circle members at the mention of the Realm.
Yeah, maybe this whole Circle-thing could work out, after all.