BG: I'll start with the basics.
Basics: Hello, welcome to my latest fanfic, 101 ways to be an Angel, it has been stewing in my mind for ages and started off as just a title. The idea came from listening to a song that mentioned angels, it got me thinking about how I would describe an angel…I realized that most people would see Harry or Draco as their angel…and hence forth my fanfic erupted and knocked me over.
And now for the warnings.
Warning: This fanfic contains slash…not "M" rated but still…
My pairings.
Pairings: HarryDraco, SeamusBlaise, RonHermione and maybe some others will arrive later.
I might consider a disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own the inviting world of Harry Potter, no matter how many times I day-dream and tell myself I do, it belongs to the incredible J.K. Rowling; I compliment her work time and time again. (Bows).
A couple of notes for this chapter…
Notes: this chapter has been edited slightly, with alterations to the latin and also a few spelling corrections to please a rabid flamer (lol)
No changes to the plot though.
101 Ways to be an angel
Connections, corrections and saving peoples live's.
Draco Malfoy wasn't exactly an ordinary boy…far from it; he was a wizard, a Malfoy and a godsend…the later being his opinion of course.
His wizard side was powerful, being trained in both the dark arts and wandless magic, he could do practically anything he wanted with his skills and loved to gloat about this. Having a huge library of his own helped his skills along as well and he spent hours reading and practicing in the comfort of his own wing in the Malfoy manor.
Being a Malfoy tied in with his personal view on himself, Malfoy's were an aristocratic family that hade existed for centuries, each Malfoy being famous for a deed of evil, maliciousness or greed that they had performed in their time. The Malfoy's had a great amount of wealth, so much that they could almost buy the entire world if they wanted to…or so it is said. Owning several mansion's and a vast majority of land is nothing to be overlooked though.
Draco learnt from his father the ways of a Malfoy from an early age and stood by everything he was taught, always, even to his current age of seventeen. He was told that Malfoy's were above all other pure blood families and pure blood families were above half blood families and everyone was above mudbloods. Draco had never questioned his father's own personal feudal system and had kept this as a mantra all through the years he had spent at Hogwarts.
Being in the family of Malfoy also meant that you would be known as some form of evil, all Malfoy's were bad, it was a common knowledge, and their name enforced this fact: meaning 'bad faith' in French and practically 'evil doer' in Latin. Knowing this, one would understand clearly why Draco was into the dark arts and was a death eater hopeful from birth.
The death eaters were a group of destruction and chaos, hated by all good and innocent, loved by those pure blooded and ambitious. Lead by Lord Voldemort, a well known wizard whose name is feared by all 'decent' wizards, respected greatly by the important members of society…like the Malfoy's. This ever growing army of inhuman killers had began roughly twenty six years ago and reigned in terror for nine years before Voldemort fell to his own curse, cast upon a young child which was reflected back and destroyed the evil lords body.
This young child was called Harry Potter, 'savior' of the world at the age of one, loved by all and so famous he could hardly walk for people throwing themselves at his feet. The boy-who-lived.
It made Draco sick.
The two had met for the first time six years ago in Madam Malkins robe shop, Draco had been genuinely curious as to who this mysterious boy was, dressed so scruffily, but looking so intriguing at the same time. He had never found out the boys name though as Harry left quite quickly. They met again on the Hogwarts express, a train taking them both to their first year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco had found Harry in a compartment with the youngest Weasley boy…the Weasley's were frowned upon by Draco's kind for associating with muggles and mudbloods, so on instinct Draco had laughed in the red haired boys face before trying to befriend Harry Potter after finding out their names. It was a mistake that had haunted him for a long while; Harry had apparently already bonded with the Ron (the Weasel) and was quick to jump to his defense, shooting Draco down in flames. Draco had turned nasty, unused to rejection and thus a rivallery had begun between the two.
But years later, Draco wondered what would have happened if he had managed to make friends with Potter in the robe shop, before the Weasel had appeared into the picture, would Potter be on the light or dark side? Would Voldemort have been stopped those four fateful times? How many would be dead by now?
The same questions had revolved around his head so many times, unanswered but still pursued.
Did he want Potter to be on his side? To be his Friend?
Draco had asked himself these questions countless times, unable to answer for the fear of what it might entail.
Would Potter still be as happy as now? Would he still be as famous?
Who knew?
Harry Potter looked across the field that he could see from the hill he was standing on, sweeping his jet black hair out of his emerald green eyes he searched for the one person he'd been hiding from for so long: Voldemort. Yet this field was no calm and ordinary field; it was a battle field, covered with bodies and the occasional puddle of blood. There was still a battle ensuing and Harry watched the beams of light that were dancing around with a morbid fascination, this wasn't a big battle, merely a scuffle compared to what he knew was sure to come in the future and there were only a few of each side fighting, but lives were being taken left right and centre, making him feel nauseous.
Despite only just turning seventeen, Harry was involved in these horrific actions simply because of Voldemort, a pathetic prophecy and a scar. He hated it all, how people admired him for losing his parents, how everyone expected so much of him and he could hardly carry the weight of his school work let alone the weight of the world. Most of the time he wished he'd never been born.
Although everyone adored and doted on him, Harry brought death and destruction wherever he left his mark, his parents, Cedric, Dumbledore and his godfather all dead because of him. His fellow students families, the bodies lying on the battle field, innocent muggles all killed, wiped out, slaughtered because of him. This thought made Harry try to distance himself from others but his friends all followed him where ever he went. No matter how far he ran everyone caught up with him, with a pat on the back and a hearty cheer for his achievements. No matter how much he tried to lie low the daily prophet would seek him out asking for interviews, printing things about his personal life that he tried to hide.
Harry didn't want this, he would happily pass his fame and glory onto someone else, give them his 'special' powers and background if it weren't for his knowledge of how awful it felt to be himself.
Dodging a green beam of light he headed down the hill in low spirits, Voldemort was no-where in this scene, another day that he could of ended this madness gone, wasted away. Throwing a particularly vindictive curse at a death eater he carried on walking through the carnage and still rolling battle, unaware of his surroundings and drowning in his anger and misery.
He didn't notice the swarm of death eaters surround him.
Draco watched with vindictive pleasure as a man in front of him writhed and screamed, reveling in the pain he was inflicting and thanking the dark arts for giving him such power. The cruciatous curse, who ever thought it up was a genius. Lifting the curse he left the man sobbing on the ground in search of another victim…that man was lucky that Draco hadn't finished him off as was in the blondes power, he shouldn't be bawling his eyes out over a little pain, Draco had been through so much more than that, it was nothing really.
Crossing the battle field he swept his gaze over the many bodies littering the ground he walked upon. Blood beginning to stain the bottom of his robes, he scowled distastefully at the thought of it. Suddenly he halted as he saw a big ring of his fellow death eaters surround someone. Curiosity enveloped him and Draco headed towards them, finding a small gap his elbowed a space in and saw Harry Potter, right at the centre, head down and still walking.
What an idiot.
He was about to die and he didn't even know, this thought made Draco laugh and the out of place noise distracted the raven haired boy form his thoughts. Harry looked up and stared in horror at the predicament he was in, how he got there he didn't know. Despite knowing that they couldn't kill him, Harry still knew he could get seriously injured and panic momentarily crossed his features.
Draco's wicked grin slid from his face as he saw Harry's helpless expression, not knowing the reason why, not caring that he shouldn't do it: Draco strode form the edge of the circle and stood next to the boy, a plan fully formed in his mind he grinned darkly at Harry, anticipating what he was about to do: use a spell he hadn't had chance to and was dying to do so.
Harry only managed to register the blond appearing at his side for a second as he was suddenly held close to Malfoy who was grinning in an odd way at him. He was only vaguely aware of the death eaters yelling, all he could hear was an incantation erupting from Draco's mouth.
"Inferi de inferus." Harry didn't have a clue what it meant but ice cold dread clutched at his heart the moment it reached his ears.
A sudden darkness enveloped everything, it was so dark that Harry couldn't see a thing and was beginning to feel a minor form of claustrophobia. Hearing more sinister words almost hissed faintly from behind him through the screams, Harry began to get scared.
"Defendas omnis volo." A bubble of pure white light surrounded the two and Harry turned to Draco, fear in his eyes, he was shaking slightly, scared of the unknown.
"What's happening? I demand to know what you are doing!" He whispered, no force behind his words.
"I don't know." Draco said shaking his head and smiling.
"What?" Harry yelped.
"Oh! I didn't mean that, I meant I haven't a clue why I'm doing this for you Potter."
"What is 'this'?" Harry said.
"It's a curse, full of dark arts, listen." Draco muttered and Harry obeyed, he heard a shrill shriek pierce through the air, far louder than the others. A bone chilling one that only lasted a few seconds. Harry's eyes widened and he rounded on Draco again.
"Seriously now, what's happening?" He shouted his voice panicky and high pitched.
"I take it you never learnt Latin Potter." Harry shook his head. "Well, 'inferi de inferus' means 'death from under'…I don't know exactly what happens but I think it has something to do with the grim reaper." Draco explained as if he was commenting on the weather, Harry shivered.
"And what did the second thing you said mean?"
"'Protect all I wish'."
"Ah." Harry hugged himself and moved closer to the centre of heir glowing orb. "So, are you killing your side off?" He asked in wonderment, yet, staring at Draco suspiciously.
"I think I am…the dark lord is going to kill me as soon as he finds me…Merlin what a mess, whatever possessed me to do this?"
"You did it to save me." The boy-who-lived said this simply and without any meaning, but it still sent a shiver of fear down Draco's spine: was he really doing this for Potter? Was he really throwing his life away for his arch nemesis? What was wrong with Draco?
Groaning he put his head in his hands and listened to the screams echoing in his ears. The boy-who-lived stared at the blond for a while, noticing with faint unease how Draco looked like an eerie angel with the white light making him glow.
Harry cautiously reached a hand out to the edge of the cage of light they were contained in, what exactly was it made of? A skeletal hand suddenly loomed from the darkness in the other side causing him to squeal and jump back. Draco began laughing.
"What? How can you laugh in this kind of situation? How can you even feel humor when you are killing loads of people?" Harry snapped.
"I'm cold blooded, I'm a Malfoy…how could I not laugh when you squeal like a girl."
"I just saw a hand reach out for mine! How could I not squeal?" He snapped back, Draco laughed again and held his hand out for Harry.
"Would you take mine?"
"Depends…but your just you…I'm not scared of you."
"You're scared of the grim reaper-"Harry backed further into the middle. "-yet you're not scared of me, when I can laugh as I'm killing loads of people as you put it."
"How could I be scared off you when you saved my life Malfoy?" Harry said and sighed in relief as the darkness began to fade away and their shield evaporated. The death eaters had vanished and auror's and members of the order of the phoenix were looking around bemusedly.
Harry turned to Draco who was staring off into space.
"Does this mean you're with the light side?" The blond jumped then shook his head slowly.
"I don't know what I am, I need to think, and maybe I'll see you at school." He gave Harry a piercing look before dissaperating.
Harry didn't know what to think: Did this mean Draco was forming an alliance with him? Would he really be coming to the light side? Could they be friends?
All these questions were so ludicrous but Harry turned them over in his mind, it was a possibility…did he mind?
"Maybe this would be a revolution, what would the world think? Potter and Malfoy…unstoppable duo." He laughed and assuring Minerva McGonagall that he was alright he dissaperated.
BG: What do you think? I hope you like it, it's not my normal writing style and I'm not sure that it was actually me typing it (lol)…this fanfic isn't all going to be morbid, that's defiantly not my style and I would have to shoot my self if I kept it all like this…no, this is just a taster, later chapters will have humor once they return to school. XD
Please review and tell me what you think.
One last thing, I need a beta…or an editor…whatever they're called, a proof reader person.
Thankies.
