Chapter Two
Two Birds of a Feather
Draco sends the owl with the letter attached to its foot and heads back to the Grand Hall. He still has Quiddich practice today, then he can rest.
He arrives at the Quiddich field and quickly changes into his uniform. He snatches his Nebula (the new broom his father bought him) and silently thanks fate that he isn't team captain. With his situation and his crush on Potter, he doesn't think he would be able to concentrate.
Draco shoots up into the air and awaits for the drills.
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"Alright, we are learning about Angelus Humanaes appearances. Turn to page 496." Mad-Eye Moody says. Draco does so. He see a picture of a man with wings. The wings are extended out a span of fourteen feet. The tips of the glossy wing feathers are colored in red, and a burning hatred glistened in the man's eyes. Draco looks up at the professor.
"This is a picture of an Angelus Humanae when furious. Can anyone tell me how we know it is furious?"
The Mudblood's hand shoots up. "Yes, Ms. Granger?"
"Well, his feather tips are red, sir. The tips of their feathers change based on moods or emotions, feelings if you will. His are red 'cause he's angry. For example, if he were in love, they would be pink." she says.
"Very good, Ms. Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor." Professor Moody says. Draco ponders this.
"Also, we read on page 497 about the deadly fangs. The fangs from an Angelus Humanae are extremely venomous and sharp, but they are still used by wizards. We put them in potions. Well, in poisonous potions to poison strong wizards. No immune system can with stand this poison. It is far too dangerous and poisonous."
Draco nods and listens, earning confused glances from Blaise and Pansy. "Now, the human-like resemblance of an Angelus Humanae is remarkable. They looks so much like us humans that you can't tell the difference. But…" he pauses for effect.
"There are ways to tell. They're not easy ways, but they are ways. Number one would be they always have blonde hair and pale skin." Draco gulps, not liking where this is going.
"Second, they blue or gold eyes." Draco sighs in relief. "But on the rare occasion the eyes are blazing silver."
Draco suddenly finds it hard to breathe. "Now, your homework is to investigate a friend and tell in a presentation why or why not they could be an Angelus Humanae. Class dismissed."
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Draco takes his seat next to Potter in potions. He tries to ignore Harry's presence but finds it nearly impossible. Thankfully, Professor Snape walks in.
"Alright, today we will be making a dangerous potion, but I figure you seventh years can handle it." he says, his gazing landing on Harry, who sets his jaw, eyes shining with loath.
"Turn to page 394."
"Sir, this is the recipe for Amortentia, the most dangerous love potion in the world." Granger says.
"Why yes it is. Is there a problem, Ms. Granger?" Professor Snape says with a smirk only he can pull off.
"N-No, sir." she says, ducking her head.
"Good. Now, you have one hour to try to accomplish creating this potion with your partner. Fail to complete it before I get back and (pause) their will be sever punishment." Snape say. Then, he walks out of the room.
Draco turns to Harry and says "Potter, let me do it. I know you bloody suck at potions, and I happen to want to succeed today. I will not fail on a bloody love potion because you messed up. Let me do it. I've actually made this on successfully before."
Harry glares at Draco but doesn't argue. The blonde Slytherin gathers the ingredients he needs. One ashwinder egg, seven rose thorns, a pinch of dried peppermint, one scoop of crushed moonstone powder, and four pedals of Belladonna flowers. Draco thought as he touched each item.
He follows the recipe, and forty minutes later it is down. Draco quickly covers it with the lid, not wanting to smell it. He already knows what it will smell like to him.
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Harry sees Draco finished the potion, and he decides he wants to smell it. So, when Draco isn't looking he lifts the lid a little bit. He doesn't smell anything different. Then, his nose catches a faint scent of vanilla and mint. Where's the third scent I'm suppose to be smelling? Harry thought confused.
Draco's head lifts up and he sees Harry lifting the lid. He slams it down, unable to breathe with the intoxicating fumes of Harry that he smells. What he smells is the smell of Harry's tie, Harry's shampoo he uses after Quiddich, and Harry's favorite ice cream flavor, mint chocolate chip.
Harry realizes he was smelling Draco's favorite muggle coffee flavors. He looks at Malfoy when his hand is slapped on top of the lid, closing the wonderful fumes. Then, Harry realizes he is still smelling the one scent he couldn't smell before. It's the smell of Draco.
Both boys are quiet and just stare at each other till Professor Snape walks in, startling both of them when the door slams shut.
"Alright, now I will check your potions." he says. Draco gulps. Harry noticed this. "I'm sure you did fine." Potter whispers to his rival.
"That's not what I'm afraid of…" Draco mumbles in response.
Snape arrives at their's and lifts the lid. The fumes overwhelm Draco again. He's consumed by the scent of Harry. He smells Harry's tie, Harry's shampoo, Harry's Quiddich uniform, Harry's favorite foods… Harry, Harry, Harry.
Suddenly, a jerk hits Draco's stomach. It fills with pain. He clutches his stomach, and a pathetic cry of agony comes from his mouth. "Malfoy?" Harry asks, unsure of what's happening to his partner.
Draco just shakes his head and stands up. He runs from the room as fast as he can.
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Draco arrives in the infirmary and collapses on the floor in pain. Madame Pomfrey rushes over to him and says "Oh, Lucius, come pick him up."
Lucius? My… dad? Draco thought as he tries to open his silver eyes. He stops immediately when his stomach fills with more pain, causing him to tense his body up and cry out.
Lucius picks up his son and sets him on a bed. Draco feels a sharp unbearable pain on his right arm, and his shoulder blades begin to ach badly, which cause him to cry out again.
Then, suddenly, all the pain is gone. His shoulder blades don't ache, his stomach relaxes and doesn't hurt, his arm feels better… Draco timidly opens his eyes and sees his dad and Madame Pomfrey.
He blinks a few times then asks weakly "What is happening to me?"
Lucius sighs and says "Well, son… you see… we're not exactly liked in the Wizarding world. So I was afraid to tell you."
Something clicks in Draco's mind and he whispers "Angelus Humanaes…"
"What did you say, Draco?" his dad asks.
"Are we… Angelus Humanaes, dad…?"
"Why yes… but who told you…?" Lucius asks his son, slightly nervous.
"No one, but we're learning about them in Defense Against the Dark Arts…" Draco replies softly, sitting up gingerly in the soft bed.
"Hm… Alright…" Lucius says, unsure what else to say.
"Is that why my shoulder blades always ache?" Draco asks. His father nods, saying "Yes. That would be you wings growing in. I didn't expect them till the summer…"
Draco looks at his hands, then says "Are you a full Angelus Humanae…?"
His silver eyes look up and meet his father's. "No, Draco. I am only Half. So you're a Quarter Angelus Humanae. Madame Pomfrey can prevent your wings from growing in until summer if you drink the potion she injected into you, but I'm afraid the fangs will just come in."
"But father… you don't have fangs…" Draco says.
His father smiles and his fangs appear. "Yes, I do. They are retractable. They only come out when they think I'm in danger. It has taken years to accomplish making them come out when I want."
Draco's hand absentmindedly goes up and touches his canine teeth. "I'll drink the potion." he says as he looks back at his father.
Madame Pomfrey nods and hands him a list. It is a list of possible side-affects and potions to cure them and a list of what to do and what not to do when using this potion.
Do not
Drink alcohol
Smoke
Do drugs
Use condoms
Draco blushes at that one.
Shower in cold water
Draco wonders why on that one. Seeing that was the end of the list, he looks at the what to do.
Take potion every other day. Come to me to get it. Drink it with something sweet to go down with it. Drink it right before dinner so it'll settle.
He then looks at the possible side-affects.
Possible Side-Affects
*Headaches (cure with simple pain-reliever potion)
*edge of vision blurry (only lasts fifteen minutes tops when happens; no potion to fix yet)
*Fingers become magnetic (can't cure; lasts a day)
*Cause one to be giddy (take a calming or relaxation potion)
He nods and gets out of the bed. Draco feels slightly weak, but he manages to stand. With a wave to his father and Madame Pomfrey, he left the infirmary. He went straight to the Slytherin common room.
