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****** Prince of Shadows;Slave to Power ******
by CuriousPonderings [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     AU: Lord Voldemort is surging to power early, during the Marauders
     final year. However he has a strange ally that forces an even
     stranger man to lead the Light Side. What is his secret?
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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***** Lord Voldemort Summons King Plamen *****
Prince of Shadows;Slave to Power
Chapter 1: Lord Voldemort Summons the King of Fire
Disclaimer: None of the recognizable Harry Potter characters belong to me. King
Plamen and other original Characters are mine however. But most of the credit
and inspiration for this story comes from the wonderful world of JK Rowling.
 
The pale, skeletal hand traced one more rune across the hall floor. Drawn with
the blood of tortured muggles; one muggle dead for each of the 78 runes. But
muggles were muggles, good for nothing. Except for this.
The strange shapes seemed to merge together as the hand lifted for the last
time. Glowing black, then red, then a frightening eery green. The room, lit
with hundreds of torches plunged into darkness. The man in the center let his
lips turn upwards at the strange feeling the took over the hall. A feeling of
magic; wild and untamed. A feeling of evil; raw and hating. A wind sifted
through the his robe-like clothing, though no window existed. He felt it before
he saw it. A new figure, slumped against the wall. The stranger's heavy panting
breaking the mystical silence.
The first man, the rune-drawer, stepped a bit closer. A wand clutched in his
hand set the room alight. The magical glow fell over the stranger, revealing to
the wizard his tattered robes that spoke of lost glory; the tarnished blade at
his side; and a chipped crown on his head. His voice was like his appearance,
it told of former glory and power; raspy and harsh. “Who are you?”
“I, I am Lord Voldemort.” The skeletal man's voice hissed back. A slight smirk
on his pale lips. “And I am the one the summoned you back from hell. You will
obey me.”
A rusty laugh echoed through the hall. “Obey you? Why?”
“I will lift you to your former glory. Swear to serve me and I will seat you on
your old throne.” The self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort leant in even closer to
the tattered stranger. “I have the power; you can feel it.”
The bent figured lifted his head, ever so slightly, revealing his black as
night eyes that glittered with suppressed heat. A scar, jagged and broken, ran
down from his right ear to his chin, still reddened from an old injury. Lord
Voldemort seemed entranced by the crooked wound, leaning in even farther, his
cold breath whispering over the figure's ear. “You will once again be King;
king Plamen, Lord of Fire.”
Raging blue eyes rose to meet red as the figure let the lust for power cloud
his mind. “I will serve. Make me king.”
 
A/N: Short chapter, mostly just a prelude. This will not take place during the
regular Harry Potter books, will instead take place during the Marauders' Era,
but will hopefully continue on to the Harry Potter years. It will be a complete
AU with its main character being an OC. There will be SLASH.
***** The Marauders *****
Prince of Shadows;Slave to Power
Chapter 2: The Marauders
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters do not belong to me. I just felt like
messing up their world.
 
Remus Lupin didn't bother to glance up as he greeted his friends with a
traditional grunt that should have told the three other boys that he was
interested in his book. But like the thousands of other times when the very
easy to understand grunt had been ignored, Remus, occasionally known as Moony,
found his book snatched out of his hand followed by the voice of his loudest
and, most likely, oddest friend.
“Remus! What Are you doing here! Its a book store!” Sirius Black, also known as
Padfoot, didn't understand the concept of silence. Remus had known that since
he first met the inflated ego that was Sirius, so it was anyone's guess why
Remus had actually decided to sit next to him on the Hogwarts Express. Sirius
on the other hand just glanced at the book Remus had been browsing before
giving his official declaration on it, “Ew! A book on household Charms! Thats
like for girls!”
James Potter, known by his friends as Prongs was the third and unofficial
leader of the little group of four friends, affectionately known as the
Marauders, laughed lightly at Remus' annoyed face and Sirius absolute disgust.
If he noticed the glaring shopkeeper, he didn't show it. “Remus, we're hurt
mate! You left us for a Book! How could you!” James didn't seem able to help
himself as he added a little mock glare and hand over his heart. “I'm wounded,
absolutely crushed!”
Peter Pettrigrew, nicknamed Wormtail was the fourth and unofficial cheerleader
of the Marauders, only laughed. Peter was squat and chubby with a rat like hair
style where as James and Sirius had the whole tall, dark and handsome look
going for them. Even Remus was considered handsome in a gentleman-like way.
Students, and teachers, had often wondered how Peter had ended up with the
other three, but those that dared voice such a question aloud often found
themselves the victim a cruel prank, the retaliation of James who, in
particular, thought of Peter as a little brother of sorts.
A few minutes after Sirius and James had succeeded in turning the little
meeting into an entire tale of a sordid love-affair broken up by one man's love
for books, the Marauders found themselves laughing on the street after the
store keeper chased them out. Remus didn't bother to hide his amusement for the
entire thing, but glancing around the nearly deserted ally, his laughter seemed
to die away. Even Sirius and James let their laughter end easily at the
discovery that their laughter was the only sound on the street. Peter caught on
quickly to the mood, his own joy fading away. All four of the friends could
remember the first time the came shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley.
It had been full of rushing families and excited kids. As easy as it had been
to pretend all was well inside the store, the stark truth that a lot had
changed in seven years hit everyone the second the walked outside.
Fear kept most families inside these days. Some of the richer ones only let the
children out if they had bodyguards. The poorer families just hoped that going
in large numbers would protect them. But no one held much hope that either
effort would help. Three years ago the self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort started
gathering followers. Even when his numbers had been down, the skeletal figure
who exuded power and magic was enough to scare most people. But in the last
year, things had gone even worse. An elemental, thats what the people whispered
in the corners. An elemental, a particularly strong one, now served Voldemort.
Within six months of the strange new Dark elemental appeared, Voldemort's name
was no longer the only one people feared to speak. The called this new,
frightening man simply Hell. For the fire that he commanded reminded everyone
of the hell that awaited after death, a death that was sure to come if you
defied either Voldemort or Hell.
Few families or individuals defied Voldemort openly now. While people still
refused to join him, most only refused because of the memories of deaths they
had seen at his hands. Still, a small group of people worked against them. At
the beginning of the war, the Order of Pheonix had been large and had been the
source of hope for many. By now, it was a few survivors and aurors and its name
was only whispered in the safest of place for fear that Voldemort would hear
and strike you down. Albus Dumbledore was their leader and hero, but even with
him, the Order no longer measured up to Voldemort's standards.
James' parents were both members of the Order. His father was one of best
aurors that remained, next to Mad Eye Moody. And his mother was a kindly,
caring lady, but one hell of a duelist when needed. James' parents had told him
that today only he and his friends were allowed to wander Diagon Alley, as long
as they were careful. For today and the next few days the Order were stationed
everywhere in the Alley protecting the few families that still ventured out.
The Marauders had hoped to take advantage of this, but they had not been
prepared for the sad sight that awaited them. So many stores were closed from
the lack of business. Only Flourish and Bolts, the bookstore, and Olivanders,
the wand maker, would truly still in business. Fluorine's Ice Cream had closed,
the Quidditch store was having a closing sale, and even Zonko's was only a
shell of its former self.
“What happened?” Sirius' voice was just above a whisper, but even so it seemed
loud in the oppressive silence. None of the four could deny knowing that things
were bad, but in their homes and at Hogwarts, it had been so easy to pretend it
would all be over soon. “There's nothing here.”
“Nothing but a bunch of closed shutters.” Peter muttered angrily. He couldn't
say what he was angry at; the fact that nothing was opened, that fact that no
one was out, or the fact that nothing was fair. It was all crap to him. And to
most of the world too. “What'd we do?”
“The same thing we always do, thats what.” James' voice was filled with a
confidence he no longer felt. But his parents had told him time and time again
that they had to live their lives as they should be led, no matter what Dark
Lord there was. They had to, it helped keep them sane, and gave them something
to fight for.
Remus shook his head lightly. Out of the Marauders, most people thought Sirius
was closest to James and maybe he was, but Remus understood him best. Remus
knew how hard to was for James to be brave knowing his parents were on
Voldemort's To-Kill list. “Maybe we should just head back to your house, James.
We'll play Quidditch or something.” It was a half-hearted attempt at
cheerfulness, but it was all Remus could muster up at the sight he saw.
“Hell of a day out, wasn't it.” Sirius snorted. “Oh wait, are we even allowed
to say Hell? Or are we too afraid of the big bad elemental?” Sirius always knew
just what to say, even if it was the stupidest thing in the world. And even
though one of the few people on the street had heard, and jumped in fear and
partial awe, the four friends allowed themselves a little chuckle. “We already
have our books James. Not that we need them, we are after all the great and
wonderful...Marauders! Lets just head back to your house, its cool mate.”
James sighed. Sirius could laugh and joke, Remus could calm everyone down, and
Peter was a quiet reassurance, but nothing changed this. Diagon Alley had been
his favorite place in the world as a little kid, but now that they were
entering their final year at Hogwarts, the fact that this was the new Diagon
Alley, a shell of its former self, well it pissed James off. “Fine, I guess.
I'm hungry anyway, we can steal some food from the house elves.” He scratched
the back of his neck for a few seconds, the sign his parents had told him to
make when they were leaving.
“When aren't you and Sirius hungry, Prongs?” Peter joked. “You're pigs in human
skin.”
Sirius leapt at Peter, mock outrage written across his face. “Why you! I'm not
a pig, pigs are ugly and everyone knows I'm the sexiest beast Hogwarts has ever
seen!”
“What, is Hogwarts blind?” Remus managed to put a fake confused look on his
face, though laughter danced in his eyes.
“Fine, gang up on me why don't you.” The pout on Sirius' face might have
worked, if he hadn't let a chuckle out first.
James slung an arm around Sirius shoulders, mock whispering “Don't worry
Padfoot, we'll just eat all the food ourselves and leave these too traitors to
starve.”
The four friends walked to the Leaky Cauldron to floo to the Potter house,
laughing and joking the entire way. And though they smiled and talked easily,
the disappointment at finding out Diagon Alley really was as bad as people had
said, hit them hard. Everyone harboured some hope for a Light victory, but
seeing Diagon Alley as it was now, crushed many hopes and dreams. It was, in
essence, the biggest heart break of them all.
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The sun was bright and high in the sky. Not a cloud was in sight and birds were
singing their joyful songs from their perches in the trees. The grass was a
sparkling green, littered with just a spot of dew here and there. A light wind
rustled the leaves and sent small children chasing after them. It seemed the
perfect day, and many muggle families were out in the park enjoying it. The
beautiful August weather had many men and women in shorts and light tees. But
one man, sitting alone on a bench, wore a heavy coat and scarf around his neck.
There was no question that he was out of place in the happiness that swirled
around him. His dark hair drew a few stares for the white streaks in it. His
tanned and chiseled face earned a few admiring glances. But it was his eyes
that people could not look at, could not meet. They were black, or blue, or
green, sometimes even brown. They were every color and had even more colors
jumping in them. But not just that made them unusual; if it had just been the
colors people would have stared in awe. But the bitterness behind them, the
pain they held, the power they commanded, left most people breathless.
When he stood, his coat fell to his sides revealing well tailored black pants
and a button up black shirt. The shirt was buttoned all the way up, and it was
a good guess to say that it was long sleeves. The coat itself was black as well
and fell to just below his knees. And yet, even with the eery darkness about
him, he was undoubtedly handsome.
And as he walked away, no one saw his lips smirk and his eyes settle in a
silver color, sparkling with anticipation.
Lord Voldemort and his lap dog 'Hell' were about to strike, and for the first
time in months, they would not succeed. The one named 'Hell' was over due for a
trip to hell and Voldemort was unfortunately in his way.
Not that Aries minded of course.
 
A/N: There the maruaders are in. And you've just met the main character, an OC.
***** Aries, The Prince of War *****
Prince of Shadows;Slave to Power
Chapter 3: Aries, the Prince of War
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters do not belong to me. I just felt like
messing up their world.
 
The Marauders laughs were perhaps a bit forced as the headed to the fireplace
in the Leaky Cauldron to floo to the Potters' house, but the few people around
were grateful for even those laughs. For that was how rare they were these
days.
“I, being my usual brillant self, have already decided on an absolutely amazing
prank for poor ole Snivillus when we get back to school.” Sirius announced,
sounding gleeful at the idea. “It involves pink hair, yellow ribbons, and lots
of blue paint and purple poka dots!”
Remus tried to hide his smile at his friend's childlike behaviour, but the
corners of his lips dragged upward, ruining his mock disapproval, “Sirius
Black, when will you ever grow up? Do you ever think about anything other than
pranks?”
“Of course not, Moony. If he did, he wouldn't be our lovable Padfoot.” James
answered for Sirius, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “And I'll have you know
that I...” James didn't have a chance to finish as a explosion inside the Leaky
Cauldron broke through the walls and threw the four friends back.
“What the hell was that!” Sirius shouted as he scrambled to his feet, pushing
Peter to the side.
“DEATH EATERS!” Peter saw them first, running out of the leaky Cauldron,
heading straight for the Marauders. They hadn't cast any spells yet, and the
boys rushed to get their wands.
“Expelliurmas!” Shouted one of the white-masked wizards. All four of their
wands flew out their hands. “Crucio!” Another one yelled, the red light just
missing James head as Remus pulled him down.
The shoppers and shopkeepers rushed to hide, in stores and alleyways; anywhere
they could. Three green lights shot from the Death Eaters stopped a small
family for good, their bodies unmoving. Two of the death eaters turned toward
the maruaders, their goal clear as they started to say, “Avada..”
They didn't get a chance to finish as a volley of spells took them down. The
Order had arrived, with reinforcements as well! The Order, as well as some
Aurors, fired volley after volley of spells at the Death Eaters, who fought
back viciously. James felt a hand grab him and turned around, fists moving to
get a punch in. The man ducked, and as he stood, James felt a badly timed blush
on his face at seeing his father standing there.
“James, get your friends into Gringotts, its safest. And I believe these are
yours.” He passed James four wands that he recongized as the Marauders.
“Mr. Potter, we can help...” Sirius started to say, but a badly aimed Killing
Curse crashed into the wall above him. James' dad, Oliver Potter, grabbed
Sirius' and James' collars, “This is not the time to be brave, get going!”
Oliver pushed the four boys in the direction of Gringotts, leaping up to fire
stunners to give them cover.
The Marauders ran, crouching low to the ground to avoid stray curses. James saw
a flash of his mother's face as she bravely fought. He cried out when he saw a
green light speed toward her, and sighed with relief as she just managed to
duck. Sirius stumbled and almost fell to a stray stunner, but Peter pulled him
out of the way. Remus shouted in surprise as a Reducto blasted the wall behind
him and he was thrown back. Remus didn't move, his leg trapped under a fallen
rock. Sirius and Peter started to move it, but a stunner hit Peter in the back
of his head; James spun around and shot off two stunners but the two death
eaters shielded themselves.
“Well, well, what do we have here. Time for a little fun.” The taller death
eater raised his wand, but before he could say anything, Sirius shouted,
“Expelliurmas!” The death eater's wand shot out of his hand. The other one
shouted a spell they couldn't hear, and both James and Sirius found themselves
thrown back and their wands on the ground. The disarmed death eater grabbed his
wand where it had fallen and the two pointed their wands at Sirius and James.
Remus, still trapped as he was, could only watch in horror as the Death Eaters
cried out, “Avada Kedvra!”
The sickly green lights sped toward the fallen two boys, their eyes wide with
fear.
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Aries heard the battle raging, saw the spells and curses rushing through the
air. He looked down on it all, frowning at the Auror's disorder and the Death
Eaters cruel tactics. The wind ruffled the bottom of his trench coat, his hair
moving slightly. Vaguely he noticed a reducto crash into the bottom of the
building he was standing on, but it did not fall. He rolled his shoulders back,
the coat falling off easily. His hands made quick word of taking off his shirt
revealing a metal breastplate. The piece of armor was black and silver and gold
lines traced designs over it. It was round near his neck and didn't cover his
muscled arms which bared scars from old battles.
Aries bent down and picked up the sword he had brought with him. The hilt
seemed made for his calloused hand, then gold wire circling around the black
metal hilt. The silver sword was long and its tip sharpened well. Tiny, almost
unseen, runes were written all over the blade, their meaning only visible to
its owner.
Below, two Death Eaters raised their wands to cast their final spell on two
young boys.
And Aries moved.
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The green light sped toward them, and everything slowed. Sirius saw, as if in
slow motion, a man in black pants and an armored top appear between him and
James. Sirius saw the stranger's hands throw the two boys to the ground, even
though one hand bore a sword like the swords in legends. And as Sirius felt the
ground rush up to meet him, he saw the stranger dodge the two green lights and
leap in the air. He seemed to disappear before reappearing right above the two
Death Eaters. Seconds later the two cloaked wizards were dead, their blood
glistening on the stranger's sword.
Remus felt the rock crushing his leg roll away, and look up at his friends'
savior. Remus' leg was sticky with his own blood and the pain was awful. And
even as this occurred to the werewolf, the strange savior bent down and placed
his hand on Remus' leg. Almost immediately the pain went away. Remus looked up
in shook, his eyes meeting the stranger's eyes and jolt of electricity went
through him at the silver eyes.
“Get your friends, and get going. Now.” The voice was rough and deep. But
before Remus could reply, he was gone. The man rushed down the street toward
the battle, leaping over the Aurors, blade flashing in the air. And then Remus
could see no more.
Minutes later, the Marauders had awoken Peter and were hiding in an alley way,
still in shock.
The Aurors and Order, meanwhile, were fighting fiercely, and for the first
time, winning. The Death Eaters were falling back, for a new vicious warrior
was fighting on the Light's side, and no Death Eater could stand against him.
While the Order and Aurors merely used stunners, the warrior felled the dark
wizards so they would not raise again. Dead.
He was everywhere it seemed. Never stopping, spells glancing off him. Some most
have hit him, for his left arm was soaked in blood and a new cut had appeared
above his right eye. His leg had a wound and must have been in pain, but he did
not show it.
But everything stopped. The Death Eaters stilled and Aurors looked up in fear.
For walking through the bloody street was Hell. He was dressed all red; black
pants, red shirt, dark red cloak. And the sword at his side was red, as all his
victims knew. But he was not as calm as he always seemed in battle. Now there
was an anger in his eyes, his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. Fire
swirled at his fight, and he made a fearsome sight.
Aurors looked shocked as the strange savior-warrior stepped forward, unafraid.
His sword was loose in his hand, his stance relaxed. And to the surprise of all
on both sides, his cocked his head to the side and said, “Well, well. Look who
we have here. Little ole 'Hell'. How nice to see you again.”
And perhaps it was even more surprising when Hell drew his sword, angry fires
all around him and replied, “You! You are supposed to be dead!” The wicked scar
on his face seemed to burn. “You are dead! I am King!”
The stranger laughed. A mocking sound in the strangely silent street. “You are
King of only your mind.” He lifted his own sword now, his grip firm and
confident. “You never could kill me.”
Hell chuckled. “I have grown more powerful than you could ever imagine, Aries.”
The name was drawn out, almost lovingly. “Let us see if you are still the
Prince of War.”
With that, the fire elemental leapt forward, all the Aurors and Death Eaters
thrown to the side, forgotten. Fire leapt around him and tried to strike at the
now-named, Aries. For his part, Aries stood still till Hell was right before
him and then he moved quickly. His sword met Hell's sword. And shadows leapt up
from the ground, their darkness crashing against the flames.
The battle was fierce between the two. Each fighting with no holds. Fire and
shadow seemingly equally matched, the swords never giving an entrance for
attack. And Aurors and Death Eaters didn't even notice that they stood side by
side, each too amazed at the fight to care about each other.
Finally, it looked like Hell might win as got swipe in with his blade, Aries
pushed back. Hell's fire raised up and rushed to consume Aries. It fell all
around him, the flames licking at his neck. The flames soon hid him from view,
only a raging fire surrounded him. Hell's triumphant look shattered as the
flames around Aries erupted and blew away. An invisible wind now raged around
him, his head lowered. When Aries raised his head, a knowing smirk was on his
face. It was the only warning Hell got before all elements seemed to turn
against him. His own fire turned and rushed toward him, a wall of shadows
behind them. The powerful winds battered against his feebly raised shields and
skies begin to open and a heavy rain fall.
Hello managed to push them away long enough to shout out a retreat, vanishing
in puff of smoke. The Aurors tried to turn and catch some of the now fleeing
death eaters, but most managed to escape.
Aries stood, cloaked in elements of all kinds. The rain streaked the blood on
his face and soaked his body. The fire waned under the heavy rain and the
shadows rose to surround the elemental.
When the Order next looked for the man that Dumbledore just had to meet, he was
gone.
Vanished into the shadows, where he always lurked.
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“Crucio” Hell did not shout out or cry, though he did tense and shake under his
master's curse.
“Who is he?” To say Voldemort wasn't happy would be an understatement. His best
servant and fighter had just been easily beaten. Voldemort wanted answers.
“My Lord, his name is Aries. An Elemental I thought to be dead. He was once a
general of the elemental armies and many believed him to be a Prince of War.”
“Will the elementals rally to him?”
“No my lord. For the queen who currently reigns supported me greatly and
discredited Aries. The elementals believe him to be a traitor and criminal.”
Lord Voldemort smiled. And not a kind smile in the slightest. “Then I believe
we must begin to plan.”
***** Aries Aftershock *****
                               Prince of Shadows
                        Chapter 4: The Aries Aftershock
Remus wasn't sure how long he'd lay there; staring at the ceiling. He knew he
was in James' house, in one of the guest rooms probably. He knew his leg was
alright, the healers had been amazed. He knew the battle was over, and for the
first time in a long time, the Light side had taken the victory.
 
But he didn't know where the man responsible for that victory was. Their
savior. Aries, thats what they said his name was. Aries. It fit. And yet, Remus
couldn't stop thinking about him; those silver eyes that glinted dangerously,
the scars he bore, the way he moved. Everything about him sparked a need deep
with in Remus. The scary part was that he knew what that need was. It was the
same need, lust, that he felt for his friend and lover, Sirius. But Sirius was
his mate, the mate the werewolf in him had claimed. So why did this stranger,
this man he didn't know, spark that same lust?
 
Logically, Remus knew the man had to be at least in his 40s or 50s, what with
his white streaks in his hair. And as gorgeous as Aries was, Remus doubted the
man would look twice at a 17 year old school boy. But that didn't stop his eyes
from closing and imagining it happening. Afterall, a man can dream, can't he?
 
“Remus, mate, you awake?”
 
“Yeah.” Remus didn't need to open his eyes even a bit to recognize Sirius. His
scent was familiar, his voice calming and his presence soothing. The lust the
werewolf felt for Sirius was still there, confusing the teenager even more.
 
“You're thinking 'bout him. That guy, Aries.” Sirius' voice was soft, without
question or doubt in it. He was merely stating a fact. “You're imagining his
eyes, his voice, his body even.” Remus must have been hearing wrong, for he
could have sworn there was a hint of lust in Sirius' voice.
 
He raised his head, just a bit off the pillow, opening his eyes to stare at
Sirius. Sirius' eyes were half closed, his face relaxed, leaning against the
doorway. “I don't know what you mean, Padfoot. I wouldn't think about anyone
but you. I love you.” And Remus hated himself for saying it. It was true
though, he loved Sirius, he still felt that he was his mate. But that lust,
that need, still rose up at the memory of the spark he felt when Aries touched
him.
 
“You don't have to lie, you know.” Now Sirius opened his eyes fully. He closed
the door behind him and sat on the edge of Remus' bed. “We promised not to lie,
and so I won't.” He leant in towards Remus, his hand on Remus' leg. “I thought
about him. It was like I couldn't stop myself. I'd think 'bout how gorgeous he
looked, and feel guilty about thinking it.” His voice cracked a little as he
continued. “Its not wrong. I love you. You know that. And I know you love me,
but we can still think, still imagine.”
 
Remus silenced him with a kiss, capturing his tongue in a battle for dominance,
neither yielding. Sirius leaned forward, pushing himself onto Remus' body,
their hands exploring the well known territory. They moved against each other,
knowing just where to touch to drive each other crazy, each little button to
push. They moaned with pleasure, their bodies pressing fluidly together.
 
And that night, as they expressed their love, neither could deny the thoughts
dancing in their heads about the mysterious savior of yesterday. And neither
could deny moaning his name as they shouted their pleasure.
 
“Aries....”
 
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“Order. Let us have some Order, now!” Alastor Moody, Auror, yelled over the
bustling heads and gossiping voices. “Come on, you lousy good-for-nothings!
Shuddayap!”
 
Slowly the voices quieted and the bodies stilled. The moved, almost
unconsciously, Albus Dumbledore made his way to the head of the table. This
meeting of the Order of the Pheonix was filled with people all wanting to know
more about the mysterious savior who had led the Aurors to victory. Oliver
Potter was one such person. The meetings were held in different places, and
today it was in the Potter home. Oliver's wife, Lucia, was upstairs still
recovering from the battle. Oliver hadn't been badly injured and so sat,
anxiously waiting to hear more about the man who'd saved his son.
 
To say Oliver had been surprised when James had told him the story would be an
understatement. Oliver had watched James' eyes light up as he told the story,
the slight fear in his voice when he told of the Killing Curse heading toward
him, and had felt tears prickle in his eyes at the thought of his son, a
miniature copy of Oliver, never smiling again. He'd known then that whoever
this mysterious savior was, he had Oliver Potter's support. But for now, Oliver
was just as eager as everyone else to hear what Dumbledore had to say.
 
“Thank you Alastor.” Dumbledore did not have to speak loudly, or project his
voice, for everyone in the room leant forward to hear what the great man had to
say. His long white beard and odd sense of fashion had people often mistake him
for a crazy, eccentric fool, but Albus Dumbledore was the only man people could
rely on these days. And today, the annoying twinkle in his eye was somehow even
brighter than yesterday.
 
“Welcome everyone, and my thanks to Oliver Potter for putting us up for the
day.” The obligatory greetings out of the way, everyone waited with bated
breath for news. “Now, I'm sure you all are eager to hear about our strange
hero of yesterday. Hell,” and here a few shuddered. “referred to him as
'Aries'. As of right now, your guess is just as good as mine as to where he
came from. We know he is an elemental, as was clear from the battle. Besides
that, there is not much we know.”
 
Many people tried to complain, without yelling; others shouted out. It was a
muffled uproar that stopped almost immediately when Dumbledore lifted his hand
for silence. Only one muffled voice in the back continued to complain that
'Aries' was probably some demon or Voldemort's brother. He too, slowly faded to
silence.
 
“I'm afraid we have little answers at this time. For now, we will consider him
an ally. Should anyone here see him or hear of him, take caution. We can not be
sure of his alliance yet.
Dumbledore spoke his warning, his tone serious enough that everyone listened.
“But now, Alastor if you could tell us of the Auror's reactions?”
 
As the gruff Auror stood to give his report, Oliver's mind wandered. He doubted
his wife would take heed of Dumbledore's words. Knowing her, Lucia would rush
forward and embrace the man for saving her 'baby boy'. And Oliver wasn't all
that sure he wouldn't do the same.
 
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The night was cool and dark. A quarter moon hung low in the sky, the grass and
trees glowing in the soft light. Little critters darted in and out of the small
forest's edge. In the distance a wolf could be heard howling and smaller
animals responded by rushing into hiding. The bushes rustled as young hunter
predators hid in wait for their prey. The prey in question moved cautiously,
eyes darting around searching for the danger they knew was hiding in wait for
them. A single mistake meant their lives.
 
And Aries laughed to himself as he watched the show that begins when the sun
falls. Hiding and waiting with a certainty of death was not a new notion to the
warrior. Years of battles he shouldn't have been in had aged his soul and mind.
He wore the fit body of a 27 year warrior, matched with a soul and heart long
since passed their prime. White streaks splashed in his hair, aging his
unfairly worn face.
 
Sometimes, in the dead of the night, Aries would stare around him and wonder
what life would have been like if things had gone differently. If the war in
the Elemental Land had not dragged him in. If he had been weaker and had not
became the youngest general in history. Where would he have been if those same
people who praised name had not betrayed and arrested him. And how sweet the
afterlife would be if he had not bothered to break out of their death-prison.
 
A rustle of the grass next to him caused him to turn his head slightly. A small
smile lit up his face at the sight of his one faithful companion. Aries had
gotten her when he was just a little boy. He'd found a wolf in the forest
behind his orphanage and had fallen in love with her black silky fur and golden
eyes. He eventually found out the she-wolf was what was called a Blue-Moon
wolf. They were extraordinarily rare wolf-like animals born only on Blue-Moons.
They were fierce warriors and, very much like pheonixs, choose the human they
would bond with. They could change their size; grow or shrink, and could be an
extra power source for elementals or wizards. When Aries was 15 and already a
key figure in the war, he named his wolf companion for the first time.
Mortality; Mora for short.
 
-Why so quiet, young one?- Aries let his smile grow at her soothing voice in
his head, and at her nickname for him. Mora was actually over two-hundred years
old. Apparently another bonus of being a Blue-Moon wolf was that they wouldn't
die unless killed in battle.
 
-ust thinking, Mora. This is a good place to think. Quiet, its like no one can
find me here.- It had taken Aries months to perfect talking to Mora
telepathically, but now it was like a second nature to him.
 
-In the animal world, staying out of sight while your enemies are looking for
you is called hiding. And those that hide oft times are the ones that die
anyway.- And like a testament to Mora's words, a little rabit that had been
hiding behind a bush let out are squeal of fear as a fox pounced it. -And I
wouldn't think you'd be the type to hide. Aren't you a warrior?-
 
Aries closed his eyes, his head falling back against the soft grass. -Don't
worry Mora. I have every intention of killing Plamen. These wizards are so
stupid. Calling him 'hell' as if he's unstoppable. Its bordering on pathetic.-
 
-To wizards, most elementals do seem unstoppable, especially one as powerful as
Plamen. You know that. It takes an elemental to truly kill another elemental.-
 
-You can stop reminding me Mora. I have every intention of killing Plamen.- An
edge of anger, resignation, and bitterness made its way into Aries' voice. -
I know my duty. Even if I did fail at it once. And will these wizards be like
my 'friends' back home? Will they turn on me after I do what they want?- Aries
didn't wait for an answer, pushing himself off the ground and heading towards
the forest. And while some would sleep, he would simply fall into
unconsciousness and fitful dreams. Warriors did not sleep.
 
Mora rested her head on her paws, watching the first human she'd bonded with in
her long life walk away. -I fear you will not give these wizards a chance to be
different.-
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