Chapter One
Angelus Humanae
Draco sighs. He is bored. Sitting in potions, awaiting for Professor Snape, he looks around the classroom. Today they are suppose to get new seating assignments. His eyes land on a certain raven-haired boy. He immediately looks away with a slight blush.
Someone could have seen that! he thought hastily. Just then, Professor Snape walks in and calls for attention. "Alright, class. Today, you shall be assigned new seating based on where Dumbledore wants you to sit." he says with a roll of his eyes.
Draco sighs and mumbles to Blaise "Great, watch as I end up being seated with Potter." He spat the word for show, but he seriously loved saying his name. It made his tongue tingle.
"And with my luck, I'll end up with that filthy mud blood, Granger." Blaise murmurs back. Draco nods. "Alright, everyone, stand up and move to the edge of the classroom." the Potions professor says.
The students do so, and he says "Now, at the first table will be…" he reads the parchment, "Ronald Weasley and Katie Bell."
The Weasley visibly sighs, but he obeys. They take the first table. "Next to them will be, Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom."
Neville looks at her nervously, and she glares at him. They take their seats. "Hm… This one is interesting… Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy."
Draco looks at his rival and glares, though his heart is palpitating fast. He believe his luck! "Told you." he murmurs to Blaise, and then he takes his seat at the middle table, in perfect view of the Professor's imitating eyes. Potter throws daggers at him with his piercing emerald eyes. Draco tries hard to keep his breathing steady.
At the table next to him, Hermione was assigned to sit by Blaise. Draco smirks at his friend, who glowers in responds. With all the seats assigned, Professor Snape starts the class.
Harry follows Ron and Hermione to their next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. They enter the classroom and take their seats, which aren't assigned. Professor Mad-eye Moody walks in and says "Alright class, now listen here. Today, we are learning about a deadly species I must warn you about for far too many have encountered it now a days."
He studies his class before continuing "Today we are learning about the history and legends of the Angelus Humanae. Turn to page 493 in your Deadly Creatures books."
Harry quickly does so. Hermione glances at him and mumbles, confuzzled "I've never heard of these creatures!" Hermione was freaking out! She knows almost everything.
Professor Moody speaks again "Today, we will learn about what they are." Everyone turns their attention towards the professor. Even the prideful Slytherins turn to listen.
"Angelus Humanaes are clever and dangerous creatures. Look at the picture on page 494. You see the wings? That is their second most deadly weapon. What is the first one? You may ask. Well, the first deadliest weapon of an Angelus Humanaes would be their venomous sharp fangs.
"These fangs are sharper than any substance in the Wizarding World, Muggle world as well for that matter. They can cut through anything and can inject the deadliest poison known to muggle and wizard." The Professor stops to see that we have absorbed all that. Harry blinks in surprise. That's a lot of information.
He glances at Hermione, who has already filled two pages front and back of parchment. He exchanges a glance with Ron before looking at Mad-Eye again. "Now that we have talked about the fangs, let's move onto the wings." Everyone pays earnest attention to him.
His eye widens slightly as he says "These wings can take on different… let's call them 'defense mechanisms'. One of which will turn the feathers to a substance far stronger than steel and gold. The second defensive move is the feathers turn sharper than even their fangs. They will cut through every and anything. The third will turn them into a substance so soft, that if touched you feel like you've died and gone to heaven.
"The only reason the feathers would turn into the third stage is because they feel absolutely positively safe around that person. Or if they are destined to be soul mates." Professor Moody said.
Harry takes note that Hermione had filled three more pages front and back with her small cursive writing.
Harry glances around the class room. He sees the blonde Slytherin rubbing his shoulder blades as if they hurt badly. His face was contorted in semi-pain and slight irritation.
Draco scratches his shoulder blades gently… again. His shoulder blades were bugging him again. They were raw and hurt like bloody hell. Draco looks up as the professor says "Tomorrow we will learn how to decipher if there is one living among us. And let me tell ya… there is one in this room right now…" Mad-Eye says, his gaze lingering on Malfoy a second longer than everyone else.
As soon as he dismisses them, Draco runs straight to the infirmary. He barges in, and Madame Pomfrey looks up from her patient and says "Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I was expecting you. What is it? Is it your shoulder blades again?"
Draco nods with a slightly pained expression. She sighs and says "Come. Sit behind this curtain, Draco." She gestures to a bed behind a soothing light blue curtain. The blonde nods and goes behind it, sitting on the bed. She asks him to take off his robes and shirt. While Draco undoes his green tie, he says "Why are they so raw? Why do they always hurt?"
"That my dear is an answer I can not give you for your father must be the one to tell you."
He gives her a confused look, but she ignores it. She goes and gets some salve for the rawness. When she comes back, she instructs him to turn around. Draco does so and relaxes in relief when he feels the medicine working. It soothes and heals the wounds.
"Thanks, Madame Pomfrey."
"Your welcome, dear boy, but I suggest sending your father a note telling him about this." her eyes were full of worry and awe. Why awe? Draco thought as he nods and leaves to his free lunch in the Grand Hall.
Draco enters the Grand Hall late. Everyone's eyes turn to the Slytherin Prince. Some full of curiosity (obviously the Slytherins), other's full of hate and anger (obviously the Gryffindors). He quickly takes a seat by Blaise and Pansy. She immediately latches onto his arm. He sighs inwardly but puts up with it. "So, what happen, Draco? Where did you go?" Blaise asks, concern in his brown eyes.
"I went to the infirmary. My shoulder blades were bugging me again." Draco states simply. He sat facing the Gryffindor table and has a perfect view of the oh so perfect Harry Potter. Blaise nods and says "Why do you think it's happening?"
"I dunno. But I don't like it one bit." the bleach blonde replies sharply, slightly irked. Blaise gets the clue and backs off.
After eating Draco stands and says "Blaise, I gonna go to the owlry to send a letter to my father. I need to tell him about my shoulder blades."
He nods and distracts Pansy for him. The blonde Slytherin smiles and runs to the owlry. Once there he summons his quill and some parchment by using the Accio spell.