Again, I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own Legend of Dragoon... well, the copyrights, anyway.

Not much to say here, except that I'm itching for reviews. This is also my first HP fic.


Draco sat himself down at the Slytherin table, scanning the long tables for any sight of Sheeva. He wasn't sure how he'd missed the giant wings; they'd have been impossible to miss. He blinked slowly as he remembered the way that the moonlight and sunlight reflected off their pearly white, and the smooth down feathers she'd allowed him to stroke.

"Morning, feather boy." Blaise joked as he sat down from across him, breaking his thoughts. Draco almost smiled. Instead, he gave a smirk and squinted his eyes at him. Pansy looked up from her plate, curious striking her. Draco pretended not to notice.

"Feather boy? Is that the new joke? Did someone turn you into an owl, ferret?" She joked. Draco smirked, and left it at that. This was an easy out.

He checked around for Sheeva again, wondering if she did eat in the great hall with all the other students. Although, she'd mentioned twice that she preferred anonymity, so he wasn't surprised when he didn't see her.

Blaise noticed Draco's searching eyes, and made a mental note to talk about it later with him.

After eating a plate full of pancakes, (which he had to admit were his favorite, especially covered in butter and drowning in maple syrup), he loaded more onto his plate and took a few bites. He sighed, and announced that he was full, standing and getting ready to leave.

Crabbe reached for the food on Draco's plate, but Draco shot a stinging hex at his hand. Crabbe drew it back, hissing in sharply, sticking the back of his hand in his mouth.

"What the hell, Draco? You always have seconds of pancakes… and almost always finish them! If you don't, Crabbe or Goyle fight for your leftovers!" Pansy barked, bringing Draco's awkward behavior to everyone's attention. Draco shrugged.

"Thought I was hungry enough. I have some studying to do, and wanted to take them with me. I'm not wasting pancakes with 'Lake Jemima' on them." Draco stated, trying to get out as quickly as possible. Pansy bought the excuse, but Blaise checked the time with a tempus charm, and jumped up, pretending he was late for something. He rushed out of the mess hall without another word.

He hid behind a statue of a gargoyle, peeking out to watch for Draco.

When Draco didn't descend to the Slytherin commons, he smirked. He had to follow him this time.

Skillfully he kept an adequate distance while trailing Draco. Draco was so immersed that he didn't notice that he was being trailed.

Draco bypassed the Library, allowing Blaise to dismiss the thought that maybe he'd left to see Granger. Blaise noticed she liked her pancakes the same way Draco did.

Draco walked in to the owlery, and Blaise followed, slinking behind a tapestry by the door, listening in for any conversation.

"Sheeva, are you here? I thought maybe you were hungry. I brought you something to eat."

Sheeva? Last I knew his owl was male….and a rotten bastard. He mentally smacked himself.

Since when do owls eat pancakes? He racked his brain for the name Sheeva, but nothing came to him.

"You weren't kidding. You really do prefer hiding. Well, I'll leave these here for you. They're my favorite breakfast dish." Draco announced. Blaise heard a clink, and guessed he'd set it on the window.

He heard the boards thud with each step Draco took, and could only guess that he was pacing. The steps grew closer to the door, and Blaise froze, holding his breath, fearing that Draco would smell the salsa and scrambled eggs he'd wolfed down.

"Bye, Sheeva. See you around, I suppose." Draco announced before leaving. He didn't notice the pair of feet sticking out from underneath the tapestry.

Blaise sighed in relief, then walked in to the owlery. Owls seemed perturbed at the next intruder, but he ignored them. He looked around. Nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Sheeva, huh? Who are you? You've really gotten Draco's boxers in a twist."

He looked at the plate, smiling when he'd pegged it that they'd been on the windowsill.

"Silly of me. Owls, eating pancakes. So—

He stopped when he noticed that a whole pancake was gone. He looked around. The wind rushed in through the window, and he rushed to it, looking out of it. Seeing nothing, he shrugged and turned away, accidentally knocking the plate off the window. Blaise whipped out his wand.

"Arresto Momentum!" He barked, remembering the spell Dumbeldore had used in third year at the Quidditch match. He chuckled nervously as they froze in midair, syrup and all. He levitated it back to the sill, and muttered "reordinare". The plate reassembled itself to look exactly like it had before he'd foolishly knocked it off.

"Right… well… Sorry, Sheeva. I'll just go." He walked back to the door, setting his hand on the knob before hesitating.

"Whoever you are, don't hurt Draco. He's my best mate. I…won't say anything about this." He waited for a few seconds to see if anyone…or anything…would appear. When nothing happened, he opened the door.

"Enjoy those pancakes."

With that, he left.


Almost two months passed, and Draco still continued to smuggle food to Sheeva, stuffing croissants, apples, and various other snacks into his pocket. He used the excuse that he was trying to build muscle, and simply saving stuff for later. Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe, thick as they were, bought his excuses. Blaise smirked inwardly, knowing the real reason.

He still hadn't made it known that he knew the truth, but there had hardly been a time when they could talk in private. Pansy was constantly hanging on him, and Crabbe and Goyle never got the hint.

Draco would often close his eyes, and seem to be focusing on something nice for a change. His aura seemed to brighten and soften. However, as the second month began to come to a close, Draco almost seemed distressed whenever he closed his eyes.

Blaise put two and two together, and decided to make an evening trip to the owlery.

He closed the door behind him, and set up a locking charm.

"Sheeva, I know that you're here. You've got to be here. I know Draco hasn't been putting on more weight, as he claims he's eating extra. But, I also know that owls don't eat fruits and vegetables, much less pancakes or croissants." Blaise felt odd, talking aloud to what seemed to be an invisible person, or maybe even an animal. He continued anyway.

"It's been two months, I'm guessing, since you two met up. I saw the feather. You're not an owl. I'm interested to know where you got the feather. It's an amazing, fascinating object." He silenced again, waiting. For what seemed like ten minutes passed, and he ran a hand through his hair, feeling extremely foolish.

"When I first heard your name, I was trying to remember if I'd ever heard it before. I'm sorry to say, I don't recall." He shook his head, remembering what he'd come here for.

"Draco has an important task to do, and he will lose someone very precious to him if he doesn't follow through. If there's anything you can do to take his mind off of things, please do it. For his sake." Blaise put his hand in his pocket, then withdrew it sharply, forgetting that he also brought food for this "Sheeva".

"Oh, yeah. I brought you something. Just as a token of good faith. Some cheese and an apple, and a few crackers. They got smashed in my pocket though. For that I apologize. Well… enjoy and goodbye." He stated, setting them on the windowsill. He turned to leave again, then paused. He waved at no one, and the owls hooted at him curiously.

As he opened the door, he bumped into Draco, who seemed almost shocked. He also noticed that Draco was holding his broom.

"'ey, mate. How are things? What's with the broom?" He asked with a smile on his face. Draco steeled himself, looking behind him curiously. The room was empty.

"Need to send it to the shop for repairs. Who were you talking to? Heard you say 'goodbye'." He asked suspiciously. Blaise smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck.

"My owl. I was sending a letter to my mum." He lied. Draco smirked.

"You don't have an owl." He pointed out. Blaise gave another sheepish look and quickly muttered that it was a school owl.

"Hm. Right." Draco pushed past him, and shut the door on him. Blaise held back a chuckle before rushing down the stairs before he could let it slip. He yawned as he said the password to the Slytherin commons. The man in the portrait chuckled and let him in, mentioning that he should get a good night's rest.

Yes, after that awkward attempt to get a mystery person or thing to show themselves, he needed some sleep.


As Draco shut the door, locked it, and silenced it, he turned around, leaned his broom against the stone wall, and reached in his pocket, taking out a handful of ripe cherries and another apple. He went to set it on the windowsill, but stopped when he saw a wrapped bundle on it already.

There was a tag sticking out from the tied top, and he read it.

Who are you? But more importantly, meet up with him again. He needs it. –BZ.

Draco was slightly stunned, but smirked as well. Figured I couldn't hide things from him much longer.

"Well… I was going to ask if you wanted to fly with me, but it seems Blaise knows something is up. Clever… I tried to be careful, Sheeva, I did." Draco announced. He set the fruits on the cloth as well.

He reached into his bag, and took out a white knitted blanket that he'd bought in Hogsmeade earlier that day.

"I know you said not to worry, but winter will be here sooner than you think. So, I got you something to keep you warm." He announced, hoping that it would make her turn up. He heard a soft 'blip' behind him, and smiling, he turned around.

She smiled back at him, taking his gift graciously. It was very soft, almost like her down feathers, which was why he'd picked it for her.

"Thank you, Draco. I do appreciate your gift." She wrapped it around herself immediately, tucking her wings tighter to her back. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a t shirt cut low in the back so that her wings could protrude from it with ease.

He hadn't really looked at her in a sexual way before, but she really was attractive, almost flawless. Pansy had nothing on Sheeva.

"Do you want to fly now?" She asked. Draco nodded, but motioned toward the window first.

"You should eat first."

Sheeva sat down on the sill and pulled the cherries into her hand, savoring them. She ate the apple, and finally set to work on Blaise's gift.

"Your friend is loyal to you. I thought he was a Gryffindor until I saw the Slytherin badge on his robes." She mentioned, taking a dainty bite of cheese.

"Speaking of… He mentioned that you have a task to do otherwise you will lose someone you love. He did not give any details, but from what I know of you, it is your mother, perhaps? And, the man threatening you is Voldemort?"

Draco shuddered at the mention of the dark lord's name, and looked at the floor, his unhappy thoughts returning to him.

"As I thought." She assessed. She stroked his cheek, smiling at him.

"It will be alright. Draco, look at me. I want you to remember what I am about to tell you. It will help you in your darkest times." He looked her in the eye, slightly shocked that she would address him so sternly.

"Do what you feel is right. Do not follow anyone's orders. I suggest that you take your mother and get out. You have not spoken of your father, so I am assuming that you hate him so." Her words struck him.

He was stunned. Take his mother and run?

"We're always watched. There's no way I could—

-What are you being forced to do?" She asked. He sighed, bracing himself.

"I… I have to kill Dumbledore." He admitted. She silenced, and gave him a look, wondering why.

He noticed her look.

"The Dark Lord is terrified of Dumbledore. He's the only man that the dark lord has ever feared."

"He has power over you because you allow it to be so. You must remember that you are strong. Even if you feel like you are the smallest person in the world." She said, leaving him to muse over her words.

She saw a light in his eyes as he accepted her words, and smiled at him.

"Your choice is a hard one. If it were my family, I would do anything to ensure their safety. If you do kill Dumbledore, though, Voldemort will have another enemy to face, ten thousand times more powerful than Dumbledore." Draco looked up at her again, wondering who she was talking about.

"Potter?" She had to smile at that.

"No, Draco. Me." She said boldly. He stood.

"No, you can't—

-did you forget? I am immortal and ageless. I have tried to kill myself countless times, with muggle methods and magical methods. I have asked others to kill me, or even been killed as part of torture." She explained. Her expression darkened immensely with her next choice of words.

"He is the Hitler of the magical world, and he must be stopped. I attempted to stop Hitler early on, but I failed in that endeavor. I was betrayed by a German spy. Because of that, I was one of the first batches to be sent to Auschwitz. Muggle weapons are far more dangerous, they can kill millions with the press of a button. If Voldemort is anything like Hitler, he will end up killing billions, just to purge the magical world of those he deems unfit. He must be stopped. Soon. If you take away the fear of his name, you take away his power." She explained. Draco looked at her, horrified. He'd taken Muggle Studies a few years ago, and they had briefly covered WWII.

"Auschwitz? Isn't that a—

-'Arbeit Macht Frei.' 'Work will set you free.' Yes. I was there. I hid my wings, tried to cover my identity. However, when they learned I was immortal, I was sent to be experimented on by that terrible man. The 'Angel of Death'… Josef Mengele. Humans and I are not far apart in our physical ways." Her eyes closed to almost slits, and Draco could feel the anger radiating off of her like she was a furnace. It made him shudder.

"Of all the years I have been here, Draco, those moments were the worst. Again, if Voldemort is anything like Hitler, he must be stopped."

Having lost her appetite, she wrapped up the remaining food and set it aside, then pulled him into a hug, which he accepted.

Smiling, she began to lean back. Draco grew alarmed, but before he had a chance to get away, she fell out of the window, pulling him with her. Draco screamed, all the way down.

He was frozen as they neared the ground, and his heart would have pounded out of his chest if it weren't for his ribcage. Pull up. Go up. Stop! Stop! STOP! He screamed in his head.

Sheeva spread her wings and they caught the air, and swooped them up at the last minute. Draco swore that if he reached out his hand, he could have touched the ground. Draco had wrapped his legs around her waist, his face so pale that he could give a ghost a run for its money. He was trembling. She was laughing.

"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN! I COULD HAVE DIED!" He roared at her. She laughed, her light, carefree laugh echoed off his mind.

"I would not drop you, silly boy."

Draco forced his body to breathe and his muscles to relax as they flew. He focused on the way the wind whipped through his hair, a slight chill in it. He focused, casting a warming charm on the both of them. She was amused.

"You can do wandless magic. That does not surprise me."

They flew on and on, swerving left and right, beneath the bridges and archways, above the rooftops and close to the lake's surface. Draco had calmed down very much by this time, and was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Sheeva returned them to the owlery, and let him go. His knees were wobbly, and he felt himself fall to the ground.

The moon was on its way to set, and Sheeva noticed Draco's eyes drooping.

"You should go get some sleep, Draco." Draco's eyes snapped open wide, and he began to protest. She held up her hand, cutting him off.

"I will see you again. Bring Blaise with you next time, I would like to speak with him, and thank him for his gift." She demanded, kissing his forehead and waving her hand, sending him back to the Slytherin door. Draco sighed.

"Bye." He muttered, before walking up to the portrait. The man looked at him, wondering who he was saying "bye" to.

"You look rough." The man said. Draco ignored the man, muttered the password, and stumbled inside when the door opened, still wobbly from the flight. He crashed on his bed, not even bothering to kick off his shoes before he fell into a deep slumber.


That's that for now.

Very OC, yes. Do I care? Not really. No disrespect...

Reviews are always welcome, as well as questions and concerns.

Grazie!

-Sheeva1331