hey! sorry i haven't posted in forever. this story takes a lot of revision before posting, it wrote it while bored in class during my senior year of high school.
"this chapter was brought to you by: a 2 litre of coke and my best friend AntMan"
disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no profit.
-Hunter!
Severus muttered darkly for a moment before retiring to his room for the night. "The brat is delusional. Potter is a spoiled child, the old man's Golden Boy." His face twisted into a sarcastic smile, "What a joy it is that my godson and the bane of my existence are dating. Potter must be lying to him to trick him into some horrible joke." He paced back and forth across the rug by the hearth in his room. "There is no way that Potter is who Draco thinks he is. He is a distasteful little prat; who wouldn't know manners if they bit him in the ass." His own thoughts now set to right; he went to bed and slept peacefully.
Knock! Knock! The damned noise broke through the haze of sleep over the professor. "Professor? It's almost eight o' clock and you have a class at nine. I just thought you should know. Dobby will have your breakfast whenever you call for him." Potter's voice came through the door and faded away.
Snape muttered and cursed his way through his morning routine and came into the living room to see Harry and Draco sitting on the floor, using the coffee table to complete their homework assignments.
"I suppose you two have already eaten?" Snape asked.
Harry answered in a hushed tone, refusing to meet his eye, "Yes professor. We ate about an hour ago. We have been working on our Charms paper." his quill still moving rapidly across the piece of parchment.
Snape turned to look at Harry and the boy seemed to shrink into his homework. Draco leaned to whisper in Harry's ear and the boy nodded before sitting straighter in his spot. Snape blinked for a moment, unsure how to process what he saw. With a shrug he turned to summon Dobby, ignoring the difference in Potter's behavior, leaving it to be a trick of his mind at this early hour.
Half of an hour later the three began to leave Snape's quarters when Harry suddenly began to tremble, a look of terror on his face.
"Oh God, what do I do about my wings?" it came out as a strangled whisper and his shoulders tensed causing the wings to create a chime like noise as they bristled. He had no desire to leave the safety that Snape's quarters provided, no matter that the man still hated him.
"You must accept your fate Mr. Potter. The world will learn eventually, it's not like you can hide them. If you do not wish to explain you do not have to give anyone a reason. Dumbledore will be the only one that needs the full explanation. As I am the only professor with the know how to help you with the curse, you must see me each night at seven sharp. I do not care what excuse you must use to get the dungeons but be sure that you do." Snape was only slightly less harsh looking as he spoke and then spun on his heel and left his chambers.
Harry's trembling continued but he squared his shoulders and headed out into the hallways of the Hogwarts. Draco and harry arrived at the Potions room with a minute to spare. Snape stood in the hallway waiting for them to arrive.
"One last thing Mr. Potter, do not let anyone touch your wings. They are magically created silver and will slice anyone who touches them." Harry only nodded and then walked into the classroom.
The room stilled in stages, the people in the back of the class seemed to stop talking, which drew the attention of the other students who froze in shock at the sight of Harry. Harry moved to his seat in the front of the room and pulled his notebook and quill from his bag to get ready for the start of the lesson.
Things went normally save for the awkward stares and hushed whispers from all of the students. Draco had to leave him on to go to Ancient Runes, forcing him to be on his own. He set his shoulders and did his best to ignore them as much as he could. On his way to dinner that evening Ron and Hermione caught him in the hallway.
"Hey mate! Where've you been? And what's with the wings?" Ron eyed Harry with a level gaze. His friend had once again left him in the dark and he refused to be part of these stupid games, not like the Tournament all over again.
"Nothing, Ron. It's complicated." Ron's face seemed to darken at that, Harry wished he had a better explanation and watched as Ron turned to stalk away. Hermione didn't seem to have anything to add, she simply gave that heart breaking look that screamed "I'm disappointed" before following after Ron.
Tremors shook Harry's body and tears slid down his face. He turned away from the Great Hall and came face to face with a chest. Arms came around his shoulders and a soothing voice filled his ears.
"Harry? What happened love?" Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and began to sob. "Gryffin? Talk to me."
Harry shook his head and refused to move from the comfort Draco offered him. Draco pulled back to look at Harry's face.
"Come on Har'. Let's go to Uncle's room to talk." Draco frowned as Harry's tremors got worse and Harry shook his head vehemently. "It won't be that bad." Draco cajoled. "He just doesn't understand. No one does, really. C'mon, we have to go there anyway." Harry's shoulders drooped and he nodded, trudging after Draco.
They came upon Snape's painting and Draco whispered the password. The painting swung open and they passed through to the living room. Draco pulled away from Harry long enough to set their things down before holding him close and guiding down to the sofa. Harry hid his face in the collar of Draco's shirt, clinging to the fabric almost terrified to let go. Draco sat there, quiet, letting Harry cry himself out. Soon, soft snores reached his ears; he smiled and placed a soft kiss to the top of Harry's head.
Absentmindedly, Draco began petting along the base joint of Harry's wings, heedless of the warning Snape had given. One of his fingers bushed against a feather and he winced as it cut him. A drop of blood pooled on his fingertip and he watched with fascination as the feather suddenly drew away the blood and became a light pink color. Draco felt something shift inside him and he felt Harry press closer to his chest.
Draco remained silent and let his Gryffin sleep. He would do what he could to let him have the peace he deserved. He heard the door open and turned to see his uncle standing with Dumbledore. He glared at his uncle and then nudged Harry.
"Harry, you've got to wake up. Uncle came with Dumbledore in tow." Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes before lying back against Draco.
"Good evening professors." Harry muttered then he glanced to the blond. "Dray, since the cat is out of the bag, can we stop all the sneaking around? I'm sure that He already knows." Draco just nodded silently.
"Alright, I don't have the time to listen to all of that nonsense. Albus, you said you wanted to know…." Snape trailed off, looking pointedly at the two teenagers. He gave a particularly sharp glare to his godson, who merely shrugged.
"Yes. Please explain all of this; I believe I am a little out of the loop it seems." The old wizard seemed to look more haggard than his usual cheery self.
"It's rather simple Headmaster." Draco's voice drawled out in the silence. "My father tried to kill me and Harry saved my life." Albus looked at Draco who seemed too nonchalant about the whole ordeal.
"Harry? Do you have anything to add? Anything you'd like to tell me?" Old eyes searched Harry's; he desperately wanted to believe that what Draco said was a lie, that his poor boy hadn't gone through yet another horrible twist of fate.
"I have nothing to add Headmaster that pretty much sums it up." Albus looked crestfallen at Harry's answer, nodding again before leaving Snape's quarters.
Snape looked at the two boys again. "I think tonight you may just as well stay here, I see no reason to put you in unnecessary danger." Snape spun on his heel and left the living room. Draco pulled Harry into a tight hug before whispering sweet nothings in his ear to soothe him to sleep.