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Silver wings ripped free from the flesh on his spine. Blood dripped on the floor as his wings twitched, several tiny muscles flexing. A grimace covered his face as he waited for the pain to fade.
"Mr. Potter. You have to move them. It hurts longer if you don't flex." Cool hands massaged the base of the wing joints, urging Harry to stretch the two extra limbs he now possessed.
"Come on Har', you know the pain will fade. You have to listen to him." Draco spoke softly, his smooth voice cutting through Harry's pain-filled haze and keeping Harry focused through Snape's cold, impartial attitude.
Tears streamed down Harry's face as the new muscles stretched and worked. He made no noise and on the tears and tense muscles gave any hint. Black spots appeared in his vision and he let them come, welcoming the darkness.
"Now Draco," Snape's voice broke the worried haze in the blonde's mind. "What in bloody hell just happened to you two?" Snape's look of angered impatience made Draco flinch under the weight of his godfather's stare.
"In your detention you set us to organizing the supply cabinet again and we found something odd…"
-Flashback sequence-
"I can't believe that you got us landed in detention again Harry! This is ridiculous!" Draco shouted. Now genuinely mad at his boyfriend.
"I didn't do anything wrong! I followed his bloody instructions to the letter! Someone must have tossed something into the cauldron!" Harry's voice rose in pitch to match Draco's.
"You two will stop that nonsense immediately." Snape strode into his classroom, his robes billowing out behind him with a snap. "You are going to reorganize the supply cabinet and do so quickly; I do not have the time for your drivel". He moved to his desk and began to mark papers.
The two boys started to work on the cabinet in a tense silence. It was only moments later when things went to hell.
"Draco? What's that?"
The boys looked down, terrified, at the human finger in Draco's hand. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and turned towards the Professor before he felt the telltale pull of a portkey at his navel. In a blinding flash, he and Draco landed on cold marble flooring.
"Draco, are you okay?" Harry's vision blurred; his glasses having flown off with their landing. He fumbled for them, but didn't hear Draco respond.
"Draco?" His hand landed on his glasses and he shoved them on his nose. He turned where Draco had been and tensed at the look on his face.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my darling son, and look, as an added bonus I even get Mr. Potter." Lucius Malfoy's voice seemed to ooze the same vile intent as the smirk spread across his face. "You my son are a disgrace to the Malfoy name. Crucio!" Screams tore through the open room. Harry forgot that he owned a wand and tackled Lucius at his knees.
"You insolent little fool!" Lucius kicked him away and he hit a wall with a sickening thud and stilled.
"Harry! No!" Draco scrambled over to Harry's unmoving form, frantically trying to see if Harry was okay.
"I've had quite enough of this, Draco." Lucius sneered at the younger Malfoy and raised his wand, pointing it directly at the boy's heart. "Eth Ralst." A jet of violet light shot across the room; Draco sat there, eyes wide, paralyzed with fear and disbelief. Had his father just attacked him? God, he was going to die, murdered by his own father….
Harry came to just as Lucius started to raise his wand. "You won't hurt him!" Harry shoved away from the wall and in front of the trembling Draco. The spell slammed into his back and he collapsed against the blond.
Knocked out of his shocked state, Draco scrambled for the chain about his neck, the emergency portkey that his godfather had given him when he was little. With shaking hands he found the dragon pendant that hung from the chain. "Cauldron!" He screamed and once again felt the pull of a portkey at his navel. He and Harry landed on the floor of Snape's quarters.
"Uncle! Help! Uncle!" Draco cried out through Snape's rooms. The tall professor slammed through the door and took in the sight before him. The two boys that had been in detention not an hour previous were on the floor to his personal quarters. His godson was trembling and he could see the darkening skin of bruises on both of their faces.
"What happened to you Draco?"
Now that he was safe he felt the after effects of the Cruciatus. Trembling he just looked at Snape for a moment before shuddering and turning to puke what little he had in his stomach all over the floor.
"F-f-father p—Harry's hurt. P-please help." Snape burst into action. Pulling a pain potion from his pocket he handed it to Draco and checked the other boy over. Harry's eyes popped open and he immediately jumped to his feet and stepped away from the professor.
-End sequence-
"You've seen the rest uncle." Draco wrapped his arms around himself still glancing at Harry every few seconds.
"For God's sake Draco! What is the matter with you? He isn't going to go anywhere. Why are you so obsessed?" Snape glared at his godson, who had yet to even look his direction. "Draconis Lucius Malfoy! You will answer me!"
Startled Draco look at his godfather. "He's my boyfriend uncle. He has been since the end of our fourth year." He continued to hug himself, not looking away from Harry. He missed the poleaxed expression on his godfather's face.
"Surely you jest, Draco." Surely his godson wouldn't date such an insolent child?
Draco glared sharply at his uncle. "You don't know anything Uncle!" Draco walked over to Harry and rubbed soothing circles into the taut muscles on his back.
Harry stirred and blinked up at him. "Dray?" his voice was confused and wary.
"You're safe Gryffin, you're safe." Harry relaxed into the sofa again and let Draco comfort him.
"Professor, can you explain what happened to me?" The dark man just walked over to a bookshelf and grabbed a title-less black book.
"It was dark magic. Eth ralst is a spell that changes a human into a thestral, however real thestrals shun it just as humans cannot see them. The magic makes them feel unnatural so they won't accept it."
He flipped through the dusty pages until he got to some point, Harry couldn't quite see. "Les ailes en argent, French for silver wings. It's the reverse reaction of the spell. Mr. Potter willingly gave up his humanity to protect you, Draco, and so he was given silver wings. They can be used as a protective shield against spells." He was still unsure that Draco was in his right mind.
"Harry." Draco touched his shoulder to get his attention. "Put on this shirt. You are going to reveal more than you want to." Harry immediately rolled onto his back and covered his face from Severus's cold gaze. Draco ran a soothing hand across Harry's shoulder. The shirt he passed to Harry was cut in the back so that his wings would fit through without pain. Harry sat up and pulled the shirt over himself and his wings and then sat silently, staring at the floor.
A knock at the door to Severus's quarters made everyone jump and pull their wands.
"Severus my dear boy, there was a detection of a portkey in the wards. Are you okay?" At once the three relaxed.
"Fine headmaster, nothing to report." Snape caught Draco's grateful look that Draco sent made something in him hurt, not that he recognized the emotion.
"Alright, did young Mr. Malfoy and Harry finish their detention? It's well past curfew." Snape growled; listening to the nosy old coot was infuriating.
"I am going over important potions procedures that they do not seem to comprehend." Snape smirked as Draco glared at him once more. "They will return to their dorms tomorrow I am sure. I have space for the two of them. This lesson cannot be further interrupted. Headmaster, if you please."
"All right my dear boy, I will live you alone for the evening." The three looked at each other and let out a collective sigh of relief.
"What am I going to do? I'm a freak!" Harry's sudden outburst had Snape glaring at him.
Snape glowered at Harry. "You are no more a freak than a cauldron." He drawled. Harry seemed to shrink farther into the sofa. Draco saw the sudden change and pulled him into his lap.
"You are not a freak, a victim perhaps, but only that. You are just Harry with a new asset to learn how to control." Draco continued to whisper in Harry's ear until the smaller male had fallen asleep.
"Uncle you must really think before you speak, and learn your facts before you decide to pass judgment." Draco shifted so that he and Harry faced away from Severus, and settled down to sleep.