Title: Kaleidoscope

Part: 1

Author: Cugami

Pairing: Ron/Draco

Summary: Alternate Universe. Ron is a Mortal who made an Immortal Draco bleed mortal blood.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter Series copyrighted to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Kaleidoscope lyrics are by Francis Magalona.

A/N: This series had remained untitled for a very long time and I didn't want to upload it anywhere without a title. Kaleidoscope came to me out of nowhere and then I remembered it was a very, very old song in my country.

This is a fantasy story, one that starts with "Once upon a time," written with humor and sarcasm, and most of all, romance because I love the pair. Most of my fics linger in the sublime but this one will be an easy read. I hope you have fun reading D

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So many faces, so many races
Different voices, different choices

Kaleidoscope, Francis Magalona

Once upon a time, there was a world that was as flat as it could ever be. The sun rose from the east and set to the west. The moon shone when the sun rested. North, East, South, West, when the sun no longer shone, it was night time. In Heaven, the Immortals lived in grandeur, untouched by night and day. And underneath the clouds, the mortals scampered about in their daily lives – its name was Hogwarts.

Life was grand. Life was beautiful.

His name was Draco and he was an Immortal. Nothing could be better than that. He was young and he was beautiful. All the other gods and goddesses in the Immortal Realm had aged in their appearances. It was a sign that they had been around for more than a thousand years. Meanwhile, he had just awakened from his Long Sleep. All immortal born children had to remain asleep for at least a hundred years from the day they were born. And even then, another hundred years of seclusion and preparation was necessary before an immortal could traverse space and that of the Mortal Plains. There was a need for the fresh body to be prepared before entering the Circle of Time where both Mortals and Immortals commune together.

The time had come, at last. He was two hundred years old and quite prepared to show his Face to the Mortals. How privileged these peoples were to be the first witnesses of his grand entrance into their world. They would worship him and offer him things, though none of theirs would be of worth to a god like him. He deemed himself God of All Things Beautiful and he was the epitome of it all. What could they offer that would be worthy of him? Nothing. Ah, but he was a generous god and their humility would suffice. They must bow to his grace.

Of course, upon entering their realm, he must introduce himself to their leader. It was not among his list of things to like but all the gods before him had done the Introduction, and so must he.

Looking around, Draco saw that the city he was in was quite rich with a good marketplace and fashionable people. All was good. His time of Awakening was in an era of prosperity. If this was how mortals lived, then it was no wonder why the Immortals felt it crucial that these creatures of limited time should know that there were Others above them. They should know their place and that was below the Immortals. Quite simple, really – Mortals worship Immortals and Immortals do nothing to hasten their deaths.

He walked along the busy streets unrecognized and unseen. An Immortal would not deign to be visible to commoners before presenting One's self to those with privilege. Draco could have cut his journey short and appeared in the old fashioned way - out of thin air and in front of the Royal Crown regardless of what the Privileged were doing. But, he was Draco, God of All Things Beautiful, and therefore the Privileged should prepare themselves for his presence. He would enter their main gates, demand to be announced and have the grandest of all entrances that these beings would ever see in their lifetime. Besides, the next Immortal to Awaken would be in the next two hundred years. Only one Immortal woke up every two centuries and the lucky generation should celebrate for such gift.

"Announce me."

The gate guards stiffened, clad in their shiny armor and holding the spear a tad too tight in Draco's opinion. Silly beings. Were they all this stupid? Could they not comprehend that someone of supremacy was present? Provided, he was invisible but they should still know what they should do. Just how many mortals were capable of invisibility, anyway?

"Did you not hear me, mortals? Open the gate, enter and announce the presence of your new god."

The two guards looked at each other for a time. Draco was impatient and he would not be left to stand by the gate to wait. He flicked his hand and the heavy gates opened without so much effort. With a snap of his fingers, the spears of the guards let loose and fell to the ground, forcing the men to bow as he walked in.

Having seen the phenomenon by the gate, the house elves mingling about the courtyard hurriedly ran back into the palace. The midgets knew better and Draco was satisfied. It seemed that creatures of inhuman blood had more intellect, he mused. How disappointing of humans.

He decided to wait a bit so that the inhabitants of the palace would have ample time to prepare themselves to welcome an important visitor. The doors opened at last and Draco glided forward, with chin up and dignified as if everyone could see him.

One for detail, Draco eyed the carvings on the pillars and the connecting beams. The long hall that led to what he assumed was the court was lined with marble columns. Each column had a humanoid figure carved in it. These mortals had sculpted each god or goddess whom had gifted the kingdom with their presence. A sign of gratitude but to Draco, this was but proper. There should be more in this vast expanse of a residence. A room dedicated for each Immortal to rest in given any day or any time that one or two should visit.

Finally, he stood before the court and saw the guards and servants, warily standing by the side. They felt his presence, very good. Now, where was the crowned Hero of this land so that this Introduction could be done and over with. Draco was displeased at the idea the he, a god, must wait for the arrival of the mortal's leader. The full court should have been waiting for HIM, instead.

A door to the east opened and there came a man so pale Draco wondered if this one ever went out to the sun. A slight irritation gurgled in Draco's blood at the sight of this young man. He was pale, as pale as the snow was white and his eyes were of lush green that reminded Draco of rain forests. His mane was jet, and the sunlight that streaked through the glass dome above them only made it shine with a soft halo. It was so black that the light did nothing to change its shade. The only reason that Draco did not smite this young man was that it was earthly beauty. Nothing compared to Draco's ethereal one. No mortal should come close to a god's magnificence as a rule of thumb.

When the young man walked to the front, Draco caught sight of a scar on his forehead hidden by loose strands of hair. Ah, imperfection. The young man was forgiven of his almost sinful beauty.

"Harry Potter," said the young man, "sworn Guardian of Hogwarts, Overseer of the Land Where Mortals Thread. And this, come forth," gesturing to the lady who stood not too far, "is Hermione Granger, my loyal advisor."

Draco turned to see this Granger whom he had heard much about, Favored by the Council of Knowledge. She stepped forward and stood right next to Potter, dressed in a simple white gown that just brushed against the polished stone of the front court. Her long hair cascaded down her back in loose and wild curls that sourly reminded Draco of a bush. She was not a hideous sight for someone who had slave blood coursing through her veins. Mudblood, they were called in ancient times. Draco did not approve of intermingling classes or races but he was not yet born when these things had happened.

If he had a choice and was of power then, Mudblood would remain slaves, Halfblood as mere commoners and of the lower middle class and Purebloods to be the noble and rule over the Land Where Mortals Thread. Alas, the stupidity and leniency of the gods before him had caused much chaotic fusion of bloods.

Realization came to him that the current rulers of the Land Where Mortals Thread were a Halfblood and a Mudblood. Unfathomable! Where had all the Pureblood gone? He knew it. All the richness and beauty he had seen earlier was a façade to the dirt that was inside the very palace. Are these the people he, an immortal, was under oath to aid when asked? He must have a talk with the Heavenly Council.

Despite his dissatisfaction of the matter, Draco had a duty to perform. This in mind, he set aside further plans and made himself visible to do as Tradition required of him. "I am Draco Malfoy, God of All Things Beautiful, son of Lucius the Sun God."

He waited for the customary bow of these mortals but no one gave it. His eyes widened, and narrowed as he hissed, "Will you not bow to a god willingly or should I make you?"

It was not a suggestion.

The Undeserving Potter, as Draco now dubbed him, dared reply, "Ah, pardon us, Draco Malfoy, but that custom had changed. None of these people lower their heads to anyone anymore."

"Didn't your forefathers teach you to respect an Immortal? And, that's Lord Draco Malfoy, mortal." Draco could not believe this disrespect.

"Respect is earned in this place." Came a voice from the doorway. The sound of boots echoed in the hall as a muddy young man stood next to Potter.

This was insult after insult. How dare these mortals bring forth a dirty thing and speak of respect?

"Earned?" Draco scoffed, "You mock me, creature. Speak to me when you look respectable." Turning to Potter, "What is this ridicule that you show me? First, you do not bow. Next, you show a Mudblood for an advisor and then a literal mud creature shows up talking about respect. This will reach the Heavens. I will make sure of that and you all will be persecuted by me or another god older than I am."

"Excuse me, but…what did you just call the advisor?" said the mud creature.

"A Mudblood. A slave. Need I define it to you? Ah, never mind. You won't be able to understand as you surely are not human and gifted to have rea-"

The mud creature took only three strides with its long legs and grabbed Draco by the wrist, dragging the god out of the court, "The likes of you are not welcome here."

At this, Draco's fury flared. It was one thing to verbally insult him and it was another to touch an Immortal with disrespect. He used his free hand to grab onto the creature's neck, ignoring the dirt that would surely taint his palms for touching this disgusting individual.

"Ron!"

"Ah, so your pet has a name."

"That's Ronald Weasley for you, you insufferable… arrogant…" Weasley was slowly turning purple due to lack of air. He should have known that a god would be stronger than normal. Despite the obvious difference of strength, the determination from Weasley's face never wavered. With the last of his strength, Weasley unsheathed his poisoned dagger and blindly slashed his newfound enemy.

Draco released his hold when he felt something prick his skin. He touched his cheek and confirmed what he thought was impossible. Blood. Red. He was bleeding and it was red. The Sun God's blood was supposed to be gold or silver. Yet, he was bleeding red. His fingers trembled as the confusion and surprise finally reached his face.

He felt the tip of something cold and metallic touch his chin, forcing him to look at his adversary. Narrowed blue eyes burned holes in his as he felt more than heard the words, "Ronald Weasley, Captain of Quidditch. You are not my god and I do not and will not follow you for as long as I breathe."

Weasley. Weasley. Where had he heard of that name before? Draco was still conscious that his cheek was bleeding red blood but he struggled to compose his mind. It was important that he remember that name. He was also worried that the wound took so long to heal. It should have healed as soon as the blade left his skin but this one didn't.

Weasley stepped back and sheathed his dagger, turning away from the god with great effort. Only Granger's pleading look made him trudge his way to their side instead of taking pleasure on attempting to slay a god.

Cursing, Weasley removed his helm and shoved it to one of the house elves. He looked at Potter and then at Granger with a scowl, "Well, sorry I was late. We were still celebrating at the borders and…"

Granger raised an eyebrow at the muddy state of Weasley, "Mud and celebration?"

"Uhm…the dragons were difficult and mud did protect us from burning too fast." Weasley offered a smile and raised both hands when he saw the worried and shocked faces of his best friends. "No one died."

Draco was being ignored but it didn't matter. He needed this time to observe the one who had drawn red blood from his immortal body. The wound had closed already but there were crimson stains not only on his cheek but also on his garb, contrasting heavily with the whiteness of his silk. He had observed the Weasley as the helm was removed, exposing the red mane, a stark scarlet that was so vibrant. It seemed to come to life some more when the light touched it and it rivaled his own golden white strands.

The Weasley's skin was just as pale as his with only the freckles that splattered over his nose and cheeks to cause imperfection. Even so, the freckles seemed to serve more as distinction and uniqueness that Draco did not have. Draco's skin was as clear and smooth as ivory. Not a mark found anywhere. And the blue eyes that Draco realized he now hated, was as lively and colorful as the sky on a good day. Meanwhile, his eyes were of grey that had been known to remind other gods of glaciers in its crystalline effect.

This was not right at all. No mortal should outshine an Immortal.

"Weasley." Draco breathed. He narrowed his eyes and disappeared in the next blink of a mortal eye.

Back in Heaven, Draco lay in a hammock made of ivy and relived what had happened.

All things considered, he was a god and he should not be worried. Right.

Wrong.

None of the Heavenly Records had shown anything about a Weasley with an Immortal blood. None of the Weasley had an interaction with the Heavens either. At first, Draco's mind had raced that perhaps, the Weasley was a clan of Godslayers seeing that he, an immortal, had bled mortal blood. Apparently, that wasn't the case. The Weasley was just as mortal as any other Pureblood.

This situation called for a higher being. He left his domain and searched for the bottom of the staircase that led to his father's place.

"Father!"

"What is it?" Lucius Malfoy, God of the Sun, stalked down his very high pedestal and glowered at his spawn. "I have things to do, land to shine upon and then you call me. Could this not wait until night time?"

"I'm sure the mortals can handle one or two eclipses in a year, Father. This is important."

"I'm waiting."

"I seem to recall the name Weasley but have no real knowledge as to how, when or why. Perhaps, you know, O Enlightened Father of mine." Draco hoped his sarcasm wasn't dripping so much.

"Blood-traitors, that's what they are."

Draco but raised an eyebrow, waiting for clarification.

A look of impatience crossed Lucius Malfoy's features as his glower intensified, making his already white hair turn into a blinding color which Draco could not even name. What could possibly be whiter than white?

"Blood-traitors, my stupid son, are those who had tried to go against the flow of Time and Life."

A voice of question from Draco was stopped by Lucius raising a hand.

"Speak only when I am done, boy." Clearing his throat, "Time is marked by yours truly, ME, because I have mandate over the Day. Life's mandate had taken a long vacation and the incompetent fool still has not returned. He is the laziest of all Immortals and had given these Mortals so much Freedom. Look at where it led. Purebloods, Mudbloods, Muggles, together!" Lucius spat the last word like poison.

"And the Weasleys were among those who supported this blasphemy and chaos. They breached through Time! The Pureblood was more advanced than the Muggle and when they tore down the barrier that separated the time … I cannot even find the right words for all of it. Ah, the headache. Heaven was so full of inconceivable mess in that era and Chaos only celebrated with Life. Families like that of Weasley's are to blame why there are Halfblood now. Order and I tried so hard to separate the peoples and there pranced a Weasley too curious for his o-"

Draco idly wondered if he could arrange a meeting with Dumbledore, among the oldest of Immortals, good friend of Life, also an Acting Mandate of Life. His father had began rattling about a time Draco could care less about at the moment and none of his father's rants answered one question in his mind.

"Lucius Malfoy!" The Moon Goddess stalked in, giving Lucius an icy glare.

"Yes, Narcissa?"

"You are not on your post. I will not cover up for your absence any longer. I need my sleep, too. And it's a full moon tonight."

Draco watched this brief interaction between his mother and father. Sometimes he wondered how the Sun and the Moon had met and was able to conceive him. The two barely meet and the rare times were of dusk and, right now, the Eclipse. Ah, no, Draco shook his head and forced himself to focus.

The Sun did not bother to say goodbye and left for his pedestal once again, shining ever so brightly the higher he went. Draco rolled his eyes. He, for one, thought that being the Sun god was among the most boring of all guardianship. What would one do at standing so high and looking down on so many?

Tilting his head, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. His sadist of a father would let the sun shine so bright when he was moody and the land could scorch in heat. Until the Cloud and the Rain hurriedly pushed Sun over long enough to save what little they could.

Draco smirked. Well then, now that he was around, there's a mandate for Beauty. He would make sure that all things were nice to look at. Plans for the future kept Draco's mind busy and the previous thought had left him entirely.

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