Caelyx and Calleach:

Chapter 1

Draco lay on his bed in the Slytherin dorms with his head stuffed under a pillow. He had been unable to concentrate all day and his magic had been acting strangely, starting with the botched hair-grooming charm that he had been using since he was six to tame his fine platinum blond hair and culminating in a spectacularly exploded cauldron of Boil-Cure Potion that covered the entire classroom in foul smelling vomit orange sludge. He had lost Slytherin nearly a hundred points for that particular fuck-up. Now it was the middle of the night and he could not fall asleep amidst the snoring of his dorm mates. He lay awake pondering the reason for his magic's erratic performance when his back started to tingle.

Oh, Salazar, please don't let this be what I think it is, he thought. The tingling turned into a burning and he could barely muffle the moan of pain that threatened to escape. No, no, no, he screamed inside his head not now, not here, not like this, in a room filled with Junior Death-Eaters. Then the skin on his back split open as a set of blindingly white wings ripped through. Not even Merlin himself could have stifled the scream that tore its way out of Draco's throat.

The room exploded into movement at his shriek. Shit, I am going to die, Draco thought, his mind too fuzzy with pain to comprehend what was truly going on around him. He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder and as blackness descended, heard a somewhat familiar voice say: "Don't worry, my Lord. We will protect you and stand by you though everything."