Rescue
Many, many years ago in ancient China... the magical community and those without magic lived together in harmony. The everyday people paid groups of magic practitioners to defend their lands. These groups were called Sects, but throughout their history these powerful groups would fight each other and it was always the commoners who suffered the most. There were often good people, known as Rouge Cultivators, who used their magical abilities anywhere for anyone who may need it. Two such individuals lived, died, lived and ascended to immortality and were infamous in this land. Unlike many immortals, who grow weary of watching history repeat itself and seclude themselves somewhere... these two once made an oath to fight evil, protect the innocent and to live without regrets.
Once the corruption of the Sects was insurmountable the commoners, who fund, feed and outnumber the Cultivators, revolted and the magical community went into hiding. Many other magical communities throughout the world found they had to do the same and as time marched on, the two immortals watched as the Wizengmont, the International Confederation of Wizards or the ICU, passed the Statute of Secrecy. Now, by law anyone caught practicing on or in the presence of a non magical person could risk death, for doing so risked annihilation.
They traveled throughout the lands of this earth, always keeping to the shadows. By night they fought all malicious and dark entities they came across, only the light of a sword glare proof of their existence. Rumors came to them of a man who seeks to reveal the magical world to the masses. A Gellert Grindelwald. "For the Greater Good" his campaign espoused... but these two had seen the masses swarm in hate many times throughout their travels. They knew they had to stop this. Every leak was plugged up by the shadows, aware as he was with the power of gossip, nothing could slip through. Years they continued doing damage control, not fighting or contributing to the course of history dramatically. It was enough, to ensure not a peep made it into the vast lands throughout the world. Through their centuries of travels they have made long standing connections throughout the world that assist them and for this kind of defense everyone was reporting daily on an interactive parchment pad they'd created together.
"A'Ying," said the Yang Immortal. "The war is over, Alubs Dumbledore has disarmed, subdued and imprisoned Gellert Grindelwald." Though the end of the war is cause of celebrating, he looked sad.
"They were zhiji, weren't they?" replied the Yin Immortal. His partner nodded slowly, a tear falling onto his white trousers. "Oh, A'Zhan." He breathed, before bringing the other into a warm embrace. For in that time many, many years ago, when he succumbed to the shadows and left his beloved for thirteen years. But what is thirteen years to the uncountable centuries? Together they cried for old pains, and long dead family. Together, time held minor meaning, it had been many years since they had had a little one to slow it all down.
They decided that they wanted to stay in Europe and keep tabs on the goings on in the wake of the war, but things were quiet for about 20 years. Soon enough, word travelled of a new political faction coming forward in England whose followers were staging deadly raids of common villages. They finally left the shadows to do damage control but the damage was already done and lives lost can never be returned... well they can, but only in certain cases... and these were just wasteful. The Yin Immortal shook his head and took in how the air just seemed to radiate resentment. It was sticky and heavy, leaving a metal taste in his mouth. In this land these people were called Death Eaters, but their grievance really came from the post war prosecution of what they call Dark Magic. The local government seemed to equate any and all dark magic as evil. Once more, the Yin Immortal shook his head, people would never change. They did not see that is was never the type of power used that was a problem, but it was what one did with the power that mattered.
On a dark moonless Halloween night, the two immortals tracked a huge spike in resentment, riding in tandem on the sword, whose light was disguised by clouds. They flew with all speed but still they were too late. They choked on the tangible tenticles of billowing resentment seeping from the destroyed second story bedroom. At the epicenter came the cries of a now orphaned child. They shared a glace between them before manifesting their instruments and settling the resentment. Soon the music, which had soothed the babe, now made him grow agitated and his already bloody forehead leaked once more. They stopped abruptly, concerned.
"A'Zhan... Zhanzhan? Would you do this one the honor of taking our son away from here? I can settle the land a investigate what happened and how we can help him."
"Mn. I will protect our son. Stay safe Wei Ying, I love you."
"Ayo! Lan Zhan! Warn me next time! Your words will be my end, my heart can't take it!"
"Mn. Will protect Wei Ying's heart." He kissed him, gathered the child, and took to the skies. Soon after that, the sound of a dizi settled the land and it's weilder had returned to the shadows to watch the parade.
Soon a man came, bound by the same sticky dark magic. He seemed to glide up the stairs and into the room, rushing to embrace the body of the boys mother. It took some seconds before he looks around and notices no Dark Lord and no child. Holding her even tighter he began to hyperventilate before his aura seemed to grow cold and his breath evened out forcefully. He flicked his wand and a doe strode out into the dark night before he gathered himself, stood with one last parting glace at the woman, and then disappeared with a crack.
He was followed by a giant of a man, burley but with kind eyes. Those eyes searched desperately throughout the house in search of the child before growing despondent and meandering outside.
Next came the sound of a common motorcycle coming through the trees, that landed rather loudly, if not gracefully.
"Hagrid!" The young motorcyclist called. "Where are they? James! JAMES!" He was held back by the giant man as he cried and attempted to get to the dead man just inside the entryway. "It was Pettigrew, the traitor! I'll kill him! I'll kill him for taking away my family!"
A calming dizi melody was carried on the wind and a talisman followed, knocking the giant man unconscious. The young man took a fighting stance, wand at the ready, and watched as a figure manifested from the shadows.
"Who are you? What do you want? What're you doing here?" The young man demanded.
"Hello, please stand down, I don't seek to harm you. My name is Wuxian and I have only revealed myself because you claimed these victims as your family."
"They are my family. Name's Sirius. So, Wuxian, what're you doing here?" He looks rightfully suspicious of the stranger who appeared out of the shadows.
"My husband and I have been tracking the dark energies in the wake of Death Eater attacks. We've taken care of the people who survived their pointless raids. We tracked a large disturbance here. I stayed to investigate."
"What's there to investigate? That RAT Pettigrew betrayed us to Voldemort. James wanted me to be the guardian of their secret location but I thought it would be too obvious. Peter... Pettigrew. He, uh, I suggested he be the one. This is my fault... this is all my fault." He began to cry harshly so once more the sound of a dizi was brought forth by the immortal. "Why do you keep playing that thing?"
"Your system has been spiking with resentment young sir, I just play to clear it and calm you."
"Calm me? I don't need to be calm! I've just lost the only family that gave a damn about me. I don't need to be calm, what I need is revenge."
"Revenge, you say? Indeed, I understand, but if you leave now on some revenge mission, half cocked, without backup, what do you think you can do for the child your friends left behind?"
"Harry? Harry's alive? Where is he?" He took off towards the house. "HARRY!" Wei Wuxian followed him at a more sedated pace and found him frozen in the doorway to the nursery. "Wh-what happened?"
Wuxian peeled back the carpet rug beside the crib to reveal an array written in blood. He kneeled down to discern its intention. "It seems like a protection ritual powered by a willing sacrifice." He looked over towards the mother of his son. "She knew what she was doing. Her killer is dead and her child will carry this protection for life."
Sirius was struck numb. His friends, his cousin who was more like a brother than even his own by blood... blood... they're dead. Gone. But... Harry, Harry was alive and protected, yes, need to protect Harry.
"I need to protect Harry." He groused. "Do you know where he is? He's my godson, I must protect him."
"Yes, indeed he must be protected. He's safe. He's with my husband now. We have no wish to separate him from his remaining family but he will be the son of our soul. Over the centuries we've adopted and raised three children. All orphaned. First there was my little radish A'Yuan. He had many children and led our people well but had no desire for immortality. It was many centuries later we found our twin girls, Suren and Yuku - A'Su and A'Yu. They had been washed downstream after their village was destroyed by witch hunters and they grew into such strong beautiful young women. They were on track towards ascendancy when there was an accident on a hunt. Well, after A'Yu passed A'Su was never the same. She has aged, but slowly. She does not wish to leave us, I believe. She has been in seclusion for many years. Harry is where she is - my home, the Cultivation Sect of Gusu Lan, Cloud Recesses. You of course are more than welcome to join him there, is there anything you need before we depart?"
Sirius just blinked at him dumbly. Could he... no, Harry was his to protect. Ours. Pack. But perhaps this man could help... yeah. He froze before looking up in shock and simply saying, "Pack Alpha." Before going down an inward spiral again. Once more the calming melody was carried over to him by the wind followed by a bright laugh.
"No problem, none at all, one more will hardly be an issue. We'll go retrieve your alpha and then be on our way."
"M-m-my alph-pha?
"Yeah, it's that was you just said? Your pack's alpha. He won't know you've lost packmates yet... or that the pack was betrayed by one of its own..." he was interrupted by a low snarl so he paused and quickly wrote a talisman and held it out into the space between them. "Keep him foremost in your thoughts and hold tightly to this." He quickly burnt off the talisman that had been suppressing the giant man before activating the tracking teleportation talisman and appearing a moment later surrounded by 50 malnourished werewolves in human form.
"Hm, I wonder if Lan Zhan will mind me bringing home more than two of our son's packmates." Wei Ying mumbled to himself.