Title: Lubowen (rev 005) 3/8
Pairing: Harry/OFC, Severus/OFC
Warnings: Chan, Sexual Themes, Het, Violence, Child Abuse
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: There were things that Harry had forgotten that happened the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts. He remembers now, and it added to his pain and loss, but he also found family and a reason to keep on fighting.
As soon as Harry dragged his trunk into the house and the door was closed Vernon cuffed him on the back of the head with enough force to send his glasses flying off his face and him stumbling against the stairs’ rail. The glasses landed on the third step and before Harry was able to get them Dudley pushed him forcefully aside and stomped them on his way to his room. Harry heard them break and just grinded his teeth together. Most of the beatings, at least on Vernon’s part, had stopped when he received his Hogwarts letter, but it seemed as if they were about to resume. He knew that if he said anything right now it would be responded with a fist to his face or any other body part of his uncle’s preference and he was not up to dealing with that kind of attention at the moment. So he remained quiet.
Vernon told him the ‘new’ rules before he sent him to his room. To the teen’s surprise he was allowed to keep his school trunk in his room, and he could do his homework. It seemed that the man’s brain finally started to work and he realized that he had the boy to conditioned for him to be the one to tell the ‘freaks’ what was happening at ‘home’. They had never received reports of his grades or how he did at school, but he remembered the ‘boy’ was too smart for his own good. The beatings had showed him his place while he still studied with normal people. But there was no telling how he was doing at that ‘freaky’ school of his. Keeping him from doing homework might be one of the reasons those freaks found out.
Harry was to do the chores they gave him and that included cooking all meals. If his work was satisfactory then he would be allowed to have dinner, no other meal during the day, and he would not be locked in his room. If he did not finish his chores then he would do without food and would be locked in his room. The owl to stay in the shed and was not allowed to leave the house unless it was to deliver the letter to those ‘freaks’ and he –Vernon- would give the final say in the contents of the letter. Should he fail to comply, he would not hesitate in using the ruddy bird for target practice with his and Dudley’s new hunting rifles. He could always tell the freaks it was an accident or that one of the neighbours’ kids had killed it.
Vernon also told him that he better find a way to inform the rest of his kind that as soon as he was sixteen he was out. By law they had no more responsibility towards him. He did not want to see him anymore after that and there was no way he was going to change his mind. If he stayed he would face the consequences which would not be pleasant. Harry had just nodded, added ‘yes Sir’ or ‘yes Uncle Vernon’ where he felt a response was needed. Finally his uncle was through and he was able to go to his room with the order to stay there and not leave until the next morning. He was not going to get any dinner as punishment for the threats those ‘freaks’ at the train station had issued, and he better not protest or he was going to get a beating. He had been too lenient with him and was not going to tolerate him anymore.
Harry went to the shed and left Hedwig there, apologizing to her for leaving her in that place. But he did not dare go against his uncle’s orders; the last beating he remembered just after that zoo visit was something he did not want to repeat. He had grown a bit of course, but he was still no match against the hulking bulk of Vernon Dursley. He probably never would be unless he used magic, and he knew he could not. This time they might expel him and break his wand for sure, and then he would be too vulnerable, with no chance of fighting Voldemort.
After seeing that his owl was settled and leaving her with some enough owl treats to fill her up, the teen went back into the house and dragged his trunk to his room. The door still had the many padlocks and the cat flap, no change there. But this time around there was a working light bulb, so he could see at night without having to use the old flashlight he kept hidden under the loose floorboard. The window still had bars, but they were wide enough to allow an owl to squeeze through. Knowing he would be locked inside as soon as his uncle came upstairs he left his trunk in the middle of the room and took a hurried trip to the loo to relieve himself and brush his teeth. He was back in no time and dragged his trunk to the foot of his bed; before he could do anything else his uncle had locked his door for the night.
“Welcome to hell,” he said softly as he sat on the bed. It was then that a beautiful and soothing thrill coming from the window called his attention.
The bird was gorgeous, similar to a phoenix but its colour was silvery white and its eyes a fiery amber. It was much larger than Fawkes and yet managed to squeeze between the bars and land on the bed beside him. It kept thrilling softly a tune that brought joy to Harry’s heart and eased the pain and grief he was feeling. Then it looked at the boy’s eyes and he was lost in the feeling of love, comfort and… home. The fog in his mind that kept him from remembering a large part of his previous summer at Privet Drive lifted and he could not suppress a gasp. The beautiful bird was now an equally beautiful woman -in her late 20s or early 30s- that sat beside the teen watching him expectantly.
“Naiya?” He muttered unable to look away as memory after memory of the woman before him was unveiled. There were intense feelings also, as well as questions. Too many questions he was not able to voice except in one simple word. “Why?”
“They took you away before the ritual was complete,” she told him softly. With a graceful movement of her hand she cast a silencing charm as well as a locking charm. She had waited so long for him to come back and she had so many things to tell him. Naiya did not want Vernon Dursley or his son to interrupt. “I could not find you before you went to Hogwarts and once there I could not reach you.” Her voice was sad and tired.
“Why couldn’t I remember you? I needed you Naiya, needed your presence, your calm, and support. Remembering you would have helped me…”
“I know my green eyed naleam.” The word was in a foreign language and yet Harry knew it and smiled slightly, knowing she or anyone from her people would never use the endearment without meaning it. “I missed you, I felt your distress and I wanted so much to be by your side…” She settled anguished amber eyes on his, conveying her feelings. Naiya caressed his cheek lovingly and he leaned into her touch with a sigh of contentment, everything forgotten except her and his previous summer. “But you know I could not.”
“I know,” he sighed sadly.
Hogwarts would not let her near it unless someone keyed her special kind of magic to wizard magic and then introduced the beautiful woman to the castle. Naiya’s magic was too different from a human’s and it would be seen as an enemy. They were sure that after the ritual was complete her magic would not be so foreign and Dumbledore would key her. The wizarding world would remember the old legends of her people. He was taken before that happened.
“But what about the fog? Why did I forget? I never wanted to forget you Naiya.”
“It’s a way to protect the daramee –if they are human- when the ritual is incomplete. Most of the time this is because the daram died before they were able to finish any of the three parts of the Daramy Ritual stages; your mind –any human’s- and magic would not be able to deal with the magic of my people without the anchor of a daram. A daramee only obtains the knowledge of how to control the foreign magic of my people after the ritual is complete beloved.”
“I want to finish the ritual Naiya. I don’t want to forget you and be without you again,” Harry whispered as he leaned closer to her and kissed the older woman.
The kiss started as a simple and innocent brush of lips, but he soon deepened it with more experience than a fifteen year old was supposed to have. She had taught him what it was to love, made him a man when others were still boys; had chosen him as her mate –daramee in her people’s language- her soul lover –naleam- her family. He knew it was probably not going to last all their lives, as Naiya’s people did not mate for life. She had explained every carefully before she even suggested the Daramy Ritual. But Harry was content to be hers for as long as it took. The beautiful woman was his first love, and the first to show him love.
The kisses turned passionate and clothes were soon removed. A distracted wave of Naiya’s hand, and the small lumpy bed transformed into a bigger and more comfortable one; before long they were making love slowly with whispered endearments and declarations of love. She had taught him well, and Harry had been a fast learner. Interspersed in between moans and sighs, words in her ancient language came from both their lips. Each soft incantation produced a silvery and greenish light that slowly wove a tight net surrounding their bodies. At the peak of their passion, when he cried her name and she his, the light turned a soft emerald green with metallic highlights that was barely contained inside the small room.
They lay entwined for some time until they slowly recovered their breath. Then Naiya rested her head on Harry’s chest and stole some languid kisses while he held her close. Despite the fact that she was much older than he was, and that Harry was still a rather scrawny teen with a lot of growing up still to do, their bodies fit perfectly together. The Lubowen -what her people called themselves- was dainty and frail looking. Although appearances were deceiving, she was stronger than a grown werewolf or a vampire. At the moment they were the same height, she had assured him that he would grow the previous summer when she was taller than he was, and he had. Harry was feeling sleepy, but Naiya would not let him close his eyes. There was much that she had to do, and unfortunately she did not have much time.
Her people were cousins of the wood elves, and very distant cousins of house-elves. At one time they were great numbers of Lubowen living in great and magnificent cities. With time their numbers began to dwindle in alarming proportions, wars and the terrible curse of a dying Dark Lord took their toll on the powerful and beautiful people. Unions between Lubowen couples did not produce offspring. With fewer children born than those who died, extinction was a certainty.
One of their wise and powerful elders came with a way to continue their race. Lubowen had to search for their mates in other races. The elder also realized that life bonds, as his race was used to form when choosing a mate were detrimental to the continuity of the people. Through spells and potions created by the whole Council of Elders this problem was overcome. A Lubowen would be able to sense those mates –naleam- most compatible and that would ensure procreation and healthy offspring. They did add an emotional link to provide happiness as well as better ‘family’ bonds to raise the little ones resulting from the unions. Just like High Elves, the Lubowen were long lived and some of these unions spanned the whole lifetime of the non-Lubowen partners.
With time it was discovered that unions with humans, muggles in particular, were more likely to result in children. But there was a problem; muggles had short life spans and frailer bodies. They also were susceptible to magic and could not live too long in the magical cities of the Lubowen, although some chose to live among muggles, the majority spent time in both worlds. The elder council created the Daramy Ritual to help the humans deal with their magic. It was a sharing of magic and knowledge that would extend the life of the daramee (mate) and give them some magical powers of their own.
When the ritual was performed with a magical human it became a mingling of energies instead of just giving, increasing the couple’s original magical strength. Depending on the age of the witch or wizard, their magic matured if it had not done so already, and gained more power. They also became able to use and manipulate magic the way the Lubowen did, and could learn by the transfer of knowledge from their mate. This transfer of knowledge was what Naiya needed to do, her daramee needed to learn how to control his magic now that the block on it was gone. She knew that she had very little time to be with him and pass her knowledge.
Naiya was 150 years old, and Harry was her first and only daramee. This did not mean that she had not enjoyed the company of other males, from her race and others. Only that she had not found a naleam before, which was actually very rare. She had lived long and, by her people standards, should still have at least a couple of hundred years more to live. Naiya was a respected member of the War and the Law Councils. She was also the daughter of the previous War advisor to the Head of the Council, and had, for the last 20 years, created an identity and a life among the muggles in her search for a mate. She headed her own firm of solicitors, and did quite well for herself.
A Lubowen began searching for their mate when they reached adulthood, on their 30th birthday, since their commitment involved great changes for their daramee, their souls searched for compatible mates, and they rarely mated while the human partner was still a teenager. The great majorities of human teenagers were not yet mature enough to understand the changes, or were ready to assume a commitment, even if it wasn’t permanent. So when the Lubowen found a naleam that was still underage, they usually waited for them to grow up. The wait of a few yeans was not too much for beings that lived hundreds of years.
Naiya had not waited; she had looked for a naleam for too long to be patient. The moment she laid eyes on Harry she knew he was the one for her. The Lubowen also knew that he would have other mates after her. He was a wizard, and their life spans were much longer than a muggle’s, though not as long as a vampire’s. Although she was no seer, she could also sense his destiny was beyond her, and he would need all that a Daramy Ritual would give him in order to fulfil it. Harry had been only fourteen, practically a child and yet he was mature and powerful enough for the commitment. He was also starved for affection, and was such a sweet boy that she could not resist him. Naiya had seduced him on the third day after she met him, by the time he was taken away from her, he had been madly in love with her; just as she had been the moment she laid eyes on him at the park.
The Lubowen found out she was pregnant only after Harry was gone and she could not find him. Naiya knew she should have been careful; she was, after all, the adult and experienced partner. He was too young –had not even gotten ‘the talk’ yet- and despite being mature for his age, he was not ready to be a father. They also had not completed the Ritual. If Harry had been a muggle there would not have been any problem, but as he was a wizard. His children –twins, a boy and a girl- carried a mixture of his magic and hers. Wizard magic was not compatible with Lubowen magic. The Daramy would have balanced the magic, making it possible for her to carry wizard children to term with no risk to herself, as it was; the babies’ magic became harmful, and had slowly poisoned her body and magical core.
The twins were born healthy despite their mother’s difficult pregnancy, almost two months ago. They were beautiful; both had green eyes like their father, but with fiery amber flecks. The girl’s hair was a silvery blond –like Naiya’s- while the boy’s was black –like Harry’s- and both were as unruly as their Dad’s. After the birth the healers had told her that carrying the babies to term had damaged her magical core to the point were nothing could be done to heal it. She had lost most of her powers already, and performing the Ritual as well as transferring the knowledge to Harry would leave her too drained to live long.
Naiya had thought for long about her options, as each event of the previous term unfolded. At the beginning she had decided to leave Harry ignorant of what transpired between them. It would not be fair for him to love and then loose it. She also was not sure their children would live through the difficult pregnancy. Still, she prepared for both instances. The babies survived birth and were now thriving, so she began questioning her decision to keep Harry in the dark. The twins would be alone when she died; Naiya had no living family anymore. Her twin sister, Amaraya and her little boy Leof were killed almost seventeen years ago by that fiend Voldemort –who now threatened her Harry- and the father of her daramee.
Amaraya’s daramee had also been young; probably a year or two older than her Harry was now -she guessed liking them young ran in the family- and had gone berserk for a while after her death. That young wizard had positively worshipped Amaraya and their baby boy. Naiya still kept in contact with her talete –brother in law- by owl or met from time to time. But he had never completely recovered from his Daram’s and son’s death. She had hoped to give him some nieces and nephews to look after to cheer him up. The family sense among her people and their chosen partners was strong even when partners went their own way.
She could probably entrust her children to her talete when she was gone, as there was no one else that was close to her. But the twins did have a father, and despite being too much of a responsibility for a fifteen-year-old boy, she knew Harry would not want his children to end in someone else’s hands, an orphanage, or adopted by people who might separate them or treat them as his own relatives had. Now only (one or two) weeks after his godfather was killed before his eyes and he had learned of his frightening destiny, telling him she was going to die soon seemed beyond cruel. Yet he needed the power the Ritual would bring him as well as the love his children would awaken in him in order to defeat Voldemort; Harry needed a new reason to live and fight for, the twins would provide that.
The Lubowen began transferring all she knew, not just about magic and her people, but other cultures and war. The arts of war were something that all Lubowen learned despite not having participated directly in one for centuries, and she as a member or the Council of War had ample knowledge on the subject. She was an excellent warrior if a bit rusty, last she fought was in the muggle II World War with the French resistance and then on the light’s side against Grindelwald. The moment Naiya started transferring the knowledge Harry entered a deep trance that would help him assimilate all that he had learned, and afterwards he would probably enter a deep sleep for some hours until he had regained his strength.