SKITzophrentic Authoress: Hello my luvvies, I'm finally back! I'm planning on actually finishing this story dies of surprise
Draco: Yeah, because that promise has always worked in the future
Harry: Drake come on, you know she has to write that so that people will read
Draco: luv, you know I'm here to try to persuade people not to read this
Harry: Okay…………….
Draco: DIE!!!!!!!!!
Harry and Skit: WHO?
Draco: The flying squirrels that keep making fun of me
Harry: Okay Drakey, come here, just go to your happy place, go visit Foamy
Draco: FOAMY giggles
Skit: Ok……………well let's get on with the story aye?
Summary: A millennia ago, a terrible war was fought between the demons and the angels, but when the leaders of these paradoxical races fell in love, peace seemed inevitable. Then tragedy struck again, covered up by lies. The truth, however, would not be diminished and is back to haunt the reincarnations of the lovers, will an old rivalry be changed? Or will the truth find it's end? (Let me give you a hint, if it was the former then this wouldn't be a slash fic.)
Chapter Rating: PG
Chapter One: Dragon
I suppose with you being humans that you would not know of my kind, or the dangers that we bring. This is nothing but a mere disadvantage on your part, considering that perhaps my story will not make as much sense as it once would. But you need to know what I have to tell.
Let me start about 5 millennia ago when we were first discovered. A war raged between the demons and the angels, neither willing to give into the other. Millions died, and power was such an uncertain thing that many wished not to have it. Death hid behind every corner, creeping from the shadows to devour you as you slept, one eye open.
As the war came to an end, two leaders, Draconis- Leader of the light and Heathiel-leader of the dark, formed a bond of love. A love so strong that it would carry on for years to come. Then a horrible tragedy happened, Draconis committed suicide. Atleast, that's what was told. This is where I come in, for I know the truth; Draconis did not kill himself, for his love for Heathiel could not lead him to such an act. He cared to much for the demon to hurt him in that way and his happiness could not end that way.
How do I know? I am Circe, and half-bred. I was there through it all and now watch from above, laughing as they now avoid the inevitable, there love will come.
Draconis did not kill himself that night, I did. Do not scoff, if I were lying you would know. Do not sneer for I loved Draconis like my own brother, I did it to show that their love could not be broken, even by death. I had the permission from both parties. Here, let me show you what happened.
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A girl with deep red hair and dark brown eyes rushed down the corridor toward her leaders room. Her wings were pressed closely to her back, blood red streaked the white wings and reflected the light of the moon.
Reaching the door, she pounded on it feverishly, praying the lovers were in their room. It seemed that the fates were on her side that night as the door swung open revealing a slightly rumpled Heathiel.
"Circe? What is it?" His voice was hoarse as he hissed out the question.
"Let me in!" He complied then rejoined his mate on the bed.
"I've had and idea." Circe said, almost jumping from excitement.
"That is a scary thought, spit it out Circ, we're busy." Draconis said, leaning against Heathiel and the latter kissed his neck.
"Stop. My lords, you are aware of the dangers that befall you, of the rising thoughts of rebellion from the Death clan?" The two men nodded, their attention now fully on the young half-bred.
"Then commit the deed yourself."
A raised eyebrow met her statement.
"Do what?" Draconis asked, frowning.
"Well, to be blunt, kill yourself." Circe said this last part almost to quietly to hear, the men flared.
"WHAT! Are you mad? Instead of letting others try to kill Drac, we go ahead and beat them to it?" Anger seemed to radiate from Heathiel.
"You expect me to kill myself?!??!?!?!" Draconis had stood, his pale white wings spread from his back like daggers glinting in sunlight.
"No, my lords, never. I propose that……….that………I kill you. I could be punished and killed, and Heathiel can kill himself out of 'despair'. You will be together in death and in after-life. Your souls forever combined."
"And if out souls do not bind?"
"No loss, you will be saved by the powers if all is not well. You don't risk a war by this and are forever cast into eternity of youth, love, and peace."
"And how are we to know that you………."
"If I meant you harm I would not have asked to kill you." Circe's voice had gotten defensive.
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They agreed to the plan, and it was all carried out fully. In the end I was right, they now are in loose words 'together forever'. I actually find humor in the fact that we go on about our lives as normal. There is a Heaven, but it is more of a separate dimension. We live as humans; when you die you will go to another dimension. This is where the idea of reincarnation comes from. We had no memories of the event, but I soon gained it as a privilege to a service I performed.
My lord's, however did not get off so easy. They do not remember anything, but if my plans go…………. well……….as planned they should soon. They have been reincarnated into wizards. There names, and it pains me to say this, are Draco Eternitus Malfoy and Harry James Potter.
It pains me because it does not show off their true potential, their true power. Their names are simply not strong enough for them, but then again it is such a trivial matter and I am just being ignorant. It is just a name, nothing more. It doesn't define the person inside and therefore should not matter.
Let me tell you of their lives in this dimension. Draconis, the Lord of the Angels, is now known as Draco Eternitus Malfoy, a 17 year old wizard attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He his about 6' with blonde hair down to his waist, unearthly silver eyes, and a body of and Egyptian god. He is feminine to be sure, but is masculine enough to not be mistaken as a women. Moving on I must say it brings tears to my eyes as I think about his horrid childhood.
His father, Lucius Malfoy, is a horrid death eater, forcing my beloved leader to follow in his footsteps, even using abuse as a persuasive method. I have watched as he has used curses on my master such as crucio and imperio; he often threatens avada on the beautiful teen.
Anger fills me at this for Draconis takes this torture with open arms, grateful for the attention that he is often not granted. This treatment has covered my lords heart with a layer of icy coldness, voiding him of any emotion far from fear.
This is, perhaps, the reason for the hatred between the two lovers. When he offered his hand to Heathiel in friendship at the beginning of his first year he was torn between fear, pride, and hope. The injuries to his soul over rid the feeling of hope and caused his protective shield to block his true person. A shame, really. I almost broke my vow of secrecy when I saw the idiot blow it.
Heathiel, Lord of the Demons, is now known as Harry James Potter. He is the same height as Draconis, perhaps a half and inch taller with avada green eyes and, the opposite of the feminine Egyptian god, the body of a Greek god. Masculine but still a bit…..pretty boyish looking. His hair is black as night, messy and untamable reaching to the base of his neck in layers. To be sure my Lords are indeed gorgeous, but back to the point. I would not be surprised if you know of him. He is the boy-who-lived, savior of the wizarding world. He defeated Lord (if you can call him that) Voldemort when he was but one year old (Harry that is.)
My poor master also suffered a abusive childhood. Though no physical abuse, save for neglect, he was forced to do hard labor from a young age. This has taught him independence and hard working skills, but the pressure to save the world has left him wishing for freedom, he wants to be able to take care of someone, and have them take care of him. How do I know this? I am Circe, that's why.
I am getting tired of telling you of their past, for if you have known anything of this story you would not need to know of this information. Let us move to the present, where are our young lovers?
Harry laughed as Ron fell off the seat in a compartment on the Hogwarts express. The Black-haired Gryffindor reached for another chocolate frog. He looked up as he heard the compartment door open and sneered at who he saw standing in the doorway.
"What do you want, ferret?" Ron asked, stepping toward the blonde intruder.
"No need to get nasty, weasel." Draco Malfoy spat back, then quickly brushed a strand of hair from his face. "I'm actually here to call a truce of sorts. I believe that our childish fighting should come to an end this year, it is petty and there are more important matters to attend to." He said this in a matter-of-fact voice and held out his hand toward Harry. When he didn't take it immediately Draco began to draw back. Quickly, Harry grabbed the smooth wrist, holding it still. He shook it carefully.
"How do we know you are telling the truth?" He asked, Draco shrugged.
"I leave you alone, you leave me alone. What is there to lie about?"
I grabbed the moment to lock the door, grinning evilly. My lords would love this.
"Well, then cheers." He turned to leave, grabbing the handle and pulling. It didn't budge. Draco pulled again, nothing. He began frantically tugging at the door, performing Wingardium Leviosa, praying the door would open, the fates ignored his prayer.
"What did you do Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Why is it always my fault?" Draco sneered, sliding down to sit on the floor of the compartment.
"Because it's always you who causes all the trouble."
"Pot calling the kettle black, Potter." Draco sneered.
"Stop it you two, we're just going to have to deal with it until we get to school; try to get along." Hermione's voice was commanding, leaving the two without retorts.
The compartment fell into an uneasy silence, none of the participants willing to start a conversation, that is until Draco pulled a lighter from his pocket and proceeded to play with it. I laughed as the golden trio watched as Draco played with the fire, Hermione desperately trying to get Draco to stop. Heathiel could not hold back his smile as Draconis became hypnotized by the flame.
I remember when we first found out that the Lord of the Angels was in deed a pyromaniac. It was back when the war had first started.
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When they could first see the black gates of the House, Draconis stopped. "What is it my Lord?" Circe asked.
"It's so beautiful."
"What?"
"Can you not see it? The flames. They are so gorgeous." Draconis began to fly toward the fire, seeming to be mesmerized by the sight.
Circe raced to catch up with him, but could not reach him in time to stop him from touching the deadly velvet. Luckily for both of them, he was stopped by someone else.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you, I hear angels are delicate."
Draco tuned to face the speaker, he then stopped in his tracks. The man he faced was beautiful. Long, black hair, green eyes, and a toned body only covered in a loose red shirt, similar to Draconis's white one, and a pair of black slacks, almost identical to Draconis's light blue.
The two stared at each other before the dark one bowed, his black wings stretching open in a welcome.
"I am Heathiel, Leader of the Demons. I welcome you to the inner circles of hell." Draconis snorted.
"What is it you find amusing?" Heathiel sneered. Circe hurriedly covered Draconis's mouth, preventing the retort from escaping.
"This is Draconis, Leader of the Angels. He is here to meet with you concerning the upcoming war." Circe smiled in what she hoped was an innocent way. Heathiel laughed.
"That is ironic, Lord of the Angels is obsessed with……..fire." This was said thoughtfully, "Interesting, but we are here for a meeting are we not? Follow me."
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The train came to a teetering stop, and I quickly unlocked the door. Converting to my spirit form, I shrank away into the shadows.
The group stumbled from the compartment; Draco put the lighter away, letting it fall into his pocket with a decisive clink.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron stepped into a carriage, Neville and Luna were already sitting in the left-hand seat.
"There's only room for two of us." Hermione said, biting her lower lip.
"I'll find another compartment." Harry volunteered, he knew Ron wasn't about to give up his seat and he wouldn't force Hermione into it.
"Are you sure Harry?" Hermione asked, but before Harry could answer Ron said,
"Sorry Mate, meet you in the Great Hall."
Harry stepped from the carriage and headed to the one behind it, laughing when he heard Hermione yell at Ron to be more sensitive.
Opening the carriage door, he groaned as he saw the occupant. None other than Draco Malfoy (DUH!). Harry sat down opposite of Draco, refusing to look at the blonde.
I materialized, sitting in the storage space above the seats. This could get interesting, especially because Draconis was starting to play with his hair and Heathiel could never resist that. In fact………
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"Shut up!" Heathiel hissed at Circe and Draconis who were giggling uncontrollably. They were sitting at the dinner table, trying to represent their fathers in front of the Leader of the Human world.
The two shut up for a few minutes until Draconis took down his hair. Heathiel glanced toward his boyfriend and didn't look away. As Draconis started to twist strands around his finger , Heathiel began to fidget. This continued for a larger part of the dinner until Heathiel (who was not known for his patience) finally snapped. He stood, grabbed the angel's hand and proceeded to drag the blonde to their chambers.
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Draco turned to Harry and asked, "Does my hair look bad? I mean, it's been up all day and……." He trailed off at the stare he received from Harry.
"What?" Draco squirmed under Harry's gaze.
"Why did you grow your hair out?" Harry asked, not taking his gaze from Draco's.
"Why do you care?" Draco sneered. This seemed to snap Harry out of his trance and he turned his head away. Neither of them said a word for the rest of the ride. As they stood to leave, Draco turned,
"I like the feel of it." Then he promptly disappeared from view, blending in with the crowed of students pushing to get inside Hogwarts and away from the cold night air. Harry stood, frozen to the spot, in shock. Had Malfoy just spoken to him in a less then………..evil way? Maybe this truce thing would work.
Skit: Well, I hope you like!!!!! I was halfway through writing it and my computer crashed………….and I hadn't saved it!!!!!!!!!! OH THE HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!! runs and hides under table
Draco: WEAKLINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Harry: Yeah…………….why am I dating a lunatic?
Draco: Because you loooooooooooooooooove me Jumps into Harry's arms and kisses him
Harry: Oh right…………………..
Skit: Peaking out from under table owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww snoggage!!!!!!! Anyway please read and review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Preview: "What was that about?" Ron sneered, "You and the ferret are suddenly best mates are you?" Jealousy laced his voice. Harry sighed, "We were just talking."
"Since when do you and Slytherins 'Just talk'?"
"Stop it, Ron. Harry can talk to who he wants to talk to." Hermione said distractedly and she worked on the Hasslehoofs.
"Oh so now your on his side?" Ron asked angrily.
"I'm not on anybody's side. For goodness sakes Ron, grow up!"
"FINE!" With that Ron began to sulk. Harry frowned, he knew Ron wasn't about to let it go that easily, but at the moment he would let it go. Maybe the peace would be kept, for now.