Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were destined for each other. In every other past life they have met under the very same difficult circumstances they are faced with now. They have always over come them. In their last life, Harry got killed, as a result, Draco jumped off a cliff. Now, a few centuries and seventeen years later, they're back. The only problem is, they can't remember they're supposed to love each other. Oh well, they'll have to find out the old fashioned way.
I do not receive any profit from this except the opinions of other people. I own nothing but the plot and possibly my own characters (if I add any)
Warnings will be given as they come. R&R please
Warnings: Death, implied sexual references, blood, malexmale.
Chapter 1 – Jacob and Artemis
Jacob Jackson looked down at his wand. His black hair fell into his emerald eyes as he did so. He puffed out a long sigh, this was going to be a long night. Artemis was not sneaking out of the castle to see him tonight. Usually when it was his turn to watch, his lover would appear from the dark shadows of his home and come to him. Then he did not need to worry as to whether they would be attacked on that night, Artemis would tell him.
He knew he could always rely on Artemis, those silvery eyes that glowed in the moonlight would never lie to him. He had been worried at their last meeting to find his skin an even more sickly, ashen colour than the last time they came face to face. He also spotted a few single, blonde hairs upon his head out of place, which was most unlike his lover, whom had been brought up to be perfect. He had also noticed the new cuts and bruises whilst undressing the nobleman but had decided that he would let them slide, although this worried him more than anything. His father must be beating him again, or worse.
He knew it was wrong not to confront Artemis about them but after that first sweet kiss he had been completely smothered with the passion his lover had brought with him. Lust had taken over and he had not realised he should talk about the new injuries until the sun was rising and Artemis was placing a last chaste kiss on his lips before running of towards his home. He had thought about calling out to the Prince but had hastily quietened himself when his heard the voices of his comrades walking towards the lookout point.
So now, only half an hour before the attack was due to commence, he sat on a large rock at the top of the very same hill, staring down at his wand. He had never quite understood why Artemis had so much interest in him. At first, he thought it was a trap, a way for the other side to know what they were up to but then, when Artemis had finally revealed his sad story, he had known that it was not a trap, just pure and simple love.
He still could not understand how he had even caught the Prince's eye, he was but a normal foot soldier while the Prince was, well, a Prince. He remembered his first sighting of the Prince. It had been on his first raid to the castle about a year ago. God knows how he was still alive, but still, that had been the day he had first seen him. He had been standing at the foot of the stairs, wand shooting all kinds of curses and eyes blazing. If Jacob had not been busy duelling one of the guards, a low level problem, he would have been transfixed as he stared at the man.
He had not known then that that was the Prince. He had thought him a lord of some kind. His fine clothing was formfitting with the silver borders of the castle upon the green material. His blonde hair was not cut short like most men who entered battle, so he had assumed that the man did not confront the enemy himself often.
Once Jacob had finished his own enemy, leaving him stunned and frozen on the floor unable to move for a good few weeks, he began to make his way to the stairs. The point of the raid had not been to end the war, only to try and steal some sort of 'bargaining chip'. This so called item turned out to be a person, the Prince no less. From the map the leader had shown him, Jacob knew that the Prince's chambers were on the third floor, one more floor up, hence the need to use the stairs.
The Prince happened to stun his opponent, looking just as hesitant to kill as Jacob himself, and turn towards him just as he was skirting around behind him. His eyes opened slightly wider in what looked like shock, before he raised his wand at Jacob. Jacob, with his quick reflexes, managed to do the same. They both noticed at this time that the hallway was almost deserted.
Jacob remembered sneering something about how the Prince was only a short distance away and no doubt already captured. The other man had started to retort back when the double doors behind him, at the side of the stairs, were flung open and the rebellion's general whirled in, capturing the man and shouting something along the lines of 'Fool, don't you know who this is? Go tell the captains to retreat!' to Jacob before twirling back to the door, muffling the now identified Prince's scream with his hand, and banging them closed behind him with a short shout of a spell.
After that, Jacob had been made to watch the Prince, soon known as Artemis, for no other reason than the fact that he refused to even mutter a single word to anyone else.
Two months after his capture, the castle attacked, 'saving' the Prince from the 'savages' and taking him back to his castle. But by then, it was too late. Artemis and Jacob had already come to love each other and they had already shared their stories. After that, Artemis checked almost ever night who was on watch duty. Finding often to be Jacob, he would frequently appear from the bushes and sit silently beside him. Many nights such as this happened. Artemis was always able to say if an attack would happen that night and so they were left alone. They worried they would be found out. At first, Artemis would only stay a few hours in the early morning while the moon was at its peak. Then, they became bolder, after they dared to have their first union in the dead of night, he began to stay until sunrise, although they still dared not stay undressed for too long or make more noise than it was possible to smother by their lips.
Now, however, more than ten months after this, a year after their meeting, the rebellion was finally going to end the war. They were not sneaking into the castle for a raid this time. This visit was to be, for many of them, their last. This was to be the final battle. Many people knew they would die. Jacob was not among them. He refused to die. Not while his Artemis still remained trapped in that wretched castle.
His musings had taken him more than twenty-five minutes into the night. He heard footsteps calmly marching up the hill behind him. He looked behind him at his captain. A large willow tree stood to their backs, growling at the new arrival and sweeping its tentacles out, not quite able to reach the older man.
"We're leaving now, Jacob. May the magic in your heart and the peace of our new, overhanging rein guide you." The grey haired male nodded once, before indicating down the hill for him to follow and turning back.
As the old man walked away, Jacob cast one last look at the castle. The great room where he had fought so often was filled with people readying themselves for the battle. The many turrets and towers that edged it were quiet and darkened. The stones both armies stood upon were patiently waiting for the bloodshed, ready to soak up the fresh hatred to store away for the time when history needed it. The lake that surrounded them almost all the way did not stir. Although Jacob could not see it, as many tree clouded his view off to the right and left, he should have been able to hear it lapping against the sand a long way below.
With one more fleeting glance at the castle, he turned and followed his captain down from the watch point.
Artemis ducked under one of the many curses that were hurled at him, sending his own back whilst willing more power into the shield that surrounded him. He had kept his eyes open for any sign of Jacob but had found none. God forbid he was already…
'No, idiot, focus on the task at hand. He isn't dead, he promised he'd come for me after this was all over. All I have to do is keep my half of he bargain and stay…' Dodge, curse. '…alive.'
The king had often flaunted the fact that his son was a brilliant duellist, not to be beaten by ammeters. If he could see his son now, being distracted by such thoughts he would definitely not have been best pleased. As it was, he and his first advisor were, at that moment, on the other side of the Great Hall, duelling the rebellion's general.
Artemis flung another curse at a passing soldier who started to raise his wand at him. He had decided long ago that he would only defend himself when it came to these wars and never kill. Unlike his father and the rest of the kingdom, he did not agree with this stupid war. His father should never have stolen the castle. It was supposed to be a flipping school, not for the bloody king. Artemis shook his head, running into the entrance hall, beginning yet another long search of his love.
The hall was littered with dead, unconscious or stunned people. Two sets of duellists were shooting spells and curses at each other from either side of the great, wooden doors, which were left wide open.
Artemis started to run up the wide, sweeping staircase to the first floor. On reaching the top he froze. Straight in front of his, stood his Uncle, a cruel and unforgiving man, with his wand pointed at Jacob.
Artemis looked at his lover, fear was plastered all over his face, and his eyes were wide with shock, staring down at the other man's hand. Artemis had felt a little hope until the moment when he was that Jacob was looking down at his own wand. His Uncle had already disarmed him. Artemis swore, stepping forward and calling out to his Uncle. The man flicked his gaze over and sneered, pointing the brown, wooden wand that belonged to Jacob at him while his own silver coated one stayed trained to Jacob.
"Stay, Nephew. Your lover shall die no matter what you do." It was not so much the order that stopped Artemis, but more that fact that his Uncle knew. How long? Why had he not told anyone?
He saw it all as if in slow motion. His Uncle turned back to face the black haired man (God how he loved that untameable hair) whilst a sadistic smile curved up his lips (but God how he hated that smile) and he opened his mouth to speak.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" His Uncle smiled as he killed him.
Artemis was too enrages and scared to even think about what he was doing. As his Uncle turned to speak to him, the sneer back upon his lips, Artemis raised his want and hissed the very same curse. His voice was so low and full of venom that he didn't think his Uncle even heard him say it. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw the bolt of green light flashing towards him. He barely had time to register before he was dead.
Artemis felt no remorse, although he knew he should. Instead of feeling such emotions he ran to the other lifeless body. He fell to his knees and encircled the smaller man in his arms, rocking him, as he let tears fall from his eyes, not even knowing he was doing so.
He stayed so until the rebellion found his five hours later. They had finally taken the castle and were collecting prisoners. All whom had lived in the castle were being placed under lock and key as traitors, imagine their surprise when they found the Prince, no less, crying and maddening, with one of their own soldiers in his arms on the cold, dead, stone floor of the first floor.
It did not take long for Artemis to escape. He asked for a single sheet of paper and a quill with a small bottle of ink. He let them supervise him while he wrote, although he never let them see what it was. He stopped showing any emotion and after his request the only words he ever spoke to anyone but the air were 'yes' and 'no'.
After writing hesitantly for two days without food or water, he finally put down the quill and stood, saying, as one last favour, that he would like to see the body of his now not so secret lover. After a lot of persuasion they had agreed.
The bodies of the rebellion's dead were lined up under thee canopy of trees at one of the cliff edges that ran around half the castle. Artemis knelt beside Jacob one last time, placing a pale hand upon his cheek. He drew it away quickly, it was too cold and lifeless. He wanted his last memory of his love to be warm and filled with laugher and passion.
The memory that came to mind was the last time he had visited Jacob while he was on watch. They had not done anything on that night, only snuggled together, enjoying each other's warmth.
He smiled slightly as he stood up, a sad smile that reached deeper into his eyes than anyone could see from the strained glimmer of tears that appeared in his now slate grey eyes. They had lost their sparkle like the rest of him and were now not the royal colour silver, but a peasant grey.
Artemis looked once at the party of rebellions that accompanied him before turning and stepping over the cliff top.