Disclaimer: Only the plot and the mark are mine. The characters are my heroine, JKR's.
Harry James Potter sat perched atop the monkeybars at a muggle playground. As he sat, the air around him seemed to thicken and become warmer. All of which went unnoticed by the young man deep in thought about him semi- new features. A loud "POP" sounded, and Harry, now suddenly very aware of his surrounding, jumped up unfolding his brilliant wings.
The wings, as he had been told, showed the masters true colors. Harry's own wings were a magnificent, and complex combination of black and white, sometimes streaked and swirled with red and green. Harry, after staring at his wings in the mirror for long periods of time, had finally concluded that the red symbolized his bravery and loyalty, the Gryffindor in him. Also, that the green represented his sly, sneaky and cunning behaviour. His Slytherin side. The black in his wings were also caused by his Slytherin side. The black, he felt, represented the ever lingering prescence of Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord, while the white, he thought, showed his desire to fight for what is right using his Gryffindor qualities, and following in the footsteps of his mentors. His wings, when fully extended, reached about six feet long, the same height as the awkward, but strikingly handsome, 19 year old.
The figure that had awoken Harry form his daydreaming was bent over, gasping for air and help. His back was to Harry when he finally spoke.
"I...I need... I need you," he gasped. Harry could not respond. Not a minute ago he had been enjoying the peace that the demise of the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters brought, and now someone was asking for him, someone who was obviously dying.
Dying. The word seemed to trigger something in harry. Something that made him utilize his angelic powers. He stretched out his wings and landed gracefully in front of the person. Only then did he recognize the mysterious figure, although not immediatley. It took Harry a few moments before he fully registered who the dull ice- like eyes, chiseled jaw, muscled body draped in only rages for pants, and the silver- blonde shoulder length hair, that was now disheveled and greasy belonged to.
"Malfoy," Harry growled from deep in his throat, immediatley turning away and forgetting about his enemies dangerous condition.
He turned back, and with unhuman strength and speed, grabbed Draco Malfoy by the neck, shoving him against a slide, feet six inches from the ground. Harry was headset to strangle Draco to death. Afterall, he almost killed Dumbledore, he tormented Ron, Ginny, Hermione and himself for six long, agonizing years, he broke through Dumbledore's Army, and on top of all that, he still had the nerve to show up and beg him for help. He was convinced that he would do it until he saw it. The same mark that Harry had just above his left ear; the same place as Draco. It was a simple shape, just a star with a ring around the top point. It was not the actual shape that had stopped Harry from killing him, it was what the symbol meant. That one simple symbol was what linked two men, two sworn enemies, two angels together.
With the realization dawning on him, Harry dropped Draco to the ground with a moan. "How was Draco Malfoy, super slytherin and current Death Eater, an angel? Not just any angel," Harry thought, "my brother angel."Harry snapped back to reality when he heard a cry of pain, coming from a quivering mound on the ground beside the slide. Harry scooped him up, telling himself that it was his duty to help a brother no matter how much hatred there was between the two of them.
When Harry apparated the two of them to his small, two bedroom appartment in the wizardign section of Godric's Hollow, he set Draco down on the couch and stepped closer to examine the extent of the damage.
After at least an hour, Harry stepped back wand in hand and wipping his brow, He had done everything he could, but a lot of the deeper cuts would only heal the muggle way. harry found this extremely interesting, seeing as the only cuts he had ever heard of the would not heal magically, were werewolf bites, and the Sectumsempra curse. Harry sat back with a content sigh as he watched the now steady rise and fall of Draco's chest. Even now, when sleep had it's door wide open to Harry, he couldn't help but lay awake thinking about the sudden happenings of that night, and about the mark.
Within what seemed like minutes of Harry findng sleep, he awoke to footsteps behnd the door of his room. He quickly jumped out of bed in nothing but his red plaid boxers, years of Quidditch and Auror training showing, and grabbed his wand. In one swift movement, Harry had his he had muttered a "Lumos Maxima," and was shinning the light in the face Draco Malfoy. Out of pure reflex, Harry had once again grabbed him, this time putting him down gently when he remembered his condition.
"Merlin Potter. Why so rough with the helpless?" Draco smirked the famous Malfoy smirk.
"Draco," Harry said trying to keep calm, " why are you out of bed? I was so looking foward to the day when the infamous Draco Malfoy was weak, helpless and wandless."
"Well Potter, it sounds like you have some plans. I am, however, still feeling like rubbish, but I have to... I have to thank you for saving me, as much as I hate thanking a filthy muggle lover." Draco said quickly recovering. Harry was shocked at the sudden change in personality. One minute Draco had been back to the 16 year old that Harry remembered, the next he was thanking him... sincerely. "Well, your welcome, but I can't help but feel that I deserve an explanation." Harry said looking at Draco form the corner of his eye, waiting to see his reaction. Draco looked away when he made eye contact with Harry.
"It's nothing that you would understand." There was an awkward silence following that. Harry knew that he had to think of a good reason to get Draco to talk to him. Then he remembered the mark.
"Draco," Harry said, surprised by himself at using his first name. Draco too looked up in surprise. Harry looked him in the eyess, shocked and unnerved to see that pain, and suffering looked back in place of the arrogance and hardness that used to look back. Once Harry was sure that he had Draco's attention, he turned his head slightly to the right, and lifted up the jet black hait above his ear. "Wouldn't I?" He heard Draco's gasp letting him know that it was OK to turn back, also knowing that Draco would now talk.
When harry turned back, he saw Draco looking at his hands, rubbing them together nervously. Harry went over to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. With the most reassuring voice that he could muster, Harry tried to comfort him. "Listen Draco, I know what it's like. I know how hard it is to deal with this, especially against your will. I know that it comes as a shock and everything. Having wings, flying, the mark and the resposibilities. Just… I know I we haven't been great to eachother the past years," Draco scoffed, " but it always helped to have a friend around, and it also helps to be reassured, so that's why I'm telling you all of this. You need to hear that it will be ok, and that it's not so hard to tell people, especially since we are out of the Hogwarts rumor mill." Harry breathed deep slightly embarrased of his speech and confused at how naturally it had come out, and also how instinctive it was to comfort Draco.
Warning: some chapters may be short. I kind of write this as I think of it. Also, there will probably be major delays between updates. R 'n' R