Rows and rows of wounded humans walked passed his eyes. All were dishevelled and injured, clutching a wand, or an injured body part.
"You didn't save us..."
"And now we'll never return..."
Harry turned around in the red and black skies searching frantically for signs of help, no matter how large or small, but all he saw were more bodies. The dead corpses of the people he loved, Fred, his mum and dad, Cedric, Sirius, Remus...
The elderly were not spared, as they filled the room and the cries of young children screaming for their parents broke Harry's heart into thousands of glass pieces.
The Boy-Who-Won't-Die-No-Matter-What-Voldemort-Did tossed and turned in his sleep. "No! No! Please! I never wanted any of this to happen!"
Draco was a light sleeper, always had been, though he still was thoroughly annoyed when he was woken by mutters and an intruder in his bed. Plus, whoever they were, they were stealing his covers. The gold was shiny, a bit too shiny in fact. Gold? I don't have gold covers?
"Harry? What the hell is wrong with you? Get back to sleep for Merlin's sake!"
"No! Help me, someone help! Please don't die on me, dad, it wasn't my fault, I swear!"
The blonde rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows, looking at the distressed brunette. He sighed, "You better not remember any of this in the morning Harry." Draco placed a hand on the tossing boy's shoulder and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
"C'mon Harry, stay with me. It's going to be okay. Trust me."
Merlin what am I doing? Hey wait, it's working. Harry's cries soon turned into whimpers but that did nothing to stop the tears from crawling out of his closed eyelids and down his flushed cheeks. Uncertain, the Slytherin brushed the hot tears from Harry's face as the brunette held tightly onto Draco's chest when easy sleeping filled his night once more.
Red and black clouds were storming everywhere. Harry's robes billowed as he ran through the legions of the deceased. Their cries for help were becoming louder and louder and nothing Harry could do would stop them. A bright light formed and expanded from the skies. "Help! Help me!"
Against the bright light, a black silhouette of a young teenage boy stood out from the middle of it. "Draco?"
"C'mon Harry, stay with me. It's going to be okay."
"If only that were true" Harry cried miserably.
"Trust me..."
The silhouette started to fade, leaving Harry to bolt after it. The dead turned to him and approached in massive numbers.
"We fought for you, Mr Potter..."
Harry groaned and rolled in his king sized bed, snuggling into an extremely comfortable pillow, which seemed to be moving. He rolled over in the gold and green covers and arched his back in discomfort. Those damn wings! Hold on, he didn't have wings? Did he?
"It's about time you woke up."
The Gryffindor poked his head up and saw the infamous smirk of Draco Malfoy, who just had to be his moving pillow.
"Good morning to you too."
There was a comfortable pause, before Draco asked, "Are you alright?"
"Um, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh nothing, it's just, last night, you seemed a bit-"
"Distressed? Terrified? Worried?"
"I'm going to say d) all of the above."
"Just a bad dream."
"I noticed."
Harry frowned after that. What does Draco know that Harry didn't? And why did he have the it's-alright-I'm-here expression on his face. This was Malfoy, no Draco, but still, after all. It wasn't until the blonde aristocrat cleared his throat that Harry perked up.
"You might want to lose the death grip on me Harry, before someone walks in on us and find us in this very suggestive position." Draco was lying face up with his arms wrapped around Harry, who was lying on Draco's lower half and resting his head on the blonde's scarred chest.
"Bit late for that." The voice had an Italian accent laced to it. Blaise.
"Zabini."
"Potter, there's no need to be so formal around me. I'm not the snake's little pet, and neither is Draco."
"Keep your mouth shut Blaise," the blonde aristocrat bit, "and how did you even get in here anyway?"
"Nice little fairy let me in."
"They just...let you in?"
"Well, I had to pull some moves if you get what I mean."
"Wait," Harry said, "are you saying that you flirted with a painting?"
"Well," Draco grinned, "he can't get any from any humans, so he was reduced to paintings."
"I'm sorry, are you trying to humiliate me?" Blaise asked.
"You don't need any help with that, looking in the mirror would be enough for you."
"Seriously, pick a side."
After a rough start, Draco finally got Harry out of the room, seeing as he was more of a night person and that mornings were his enemy. The first few weeks were...difficult. Rumours flew around the school like wildfire everything from, Harry moving Draco to the Light side ("Yeah, as if I needed any help with that." Draco said scornfully.) To Draco blackmailing Harry into sleeping with him ("This school has something against me I swear." The Slytherin growled.) Moments such as arriving at the Great Hall walking civilly aroused suspicion quickly.
Their seventh year was full of NEWT's, exams, tests and copious amounts of difficult homework as well as the research that the duo were forced to do. "I never thought my brain could ever handle so much stress." Harry complained one evening. He and Draco were getting much closer, as they both shared common interests and terrible secrets.
Nothing more had been discovered about the angelus/everto and everto/angelus except for what they already knew, and definitely nothing about the Soul Mates. Neither of them has brought the subject up to avoid awkward silences, seeing as Harry was still in the stage of denial.
Hermione and Blaise had come to visit, with the two getting to know each other even more. Ron, of course, was kept in the dark about these visits. He was so stubborn it was difficult. Hermione, of course, was ecstatic about learning about the creatures and Blaise found no problem for mocking them about the Soul Mates thing, regardless of the amount of times Hermione's hit him over the head.
A week later, on the weekend, the four of them gave up their Hogsmeade weekend to continue researching, much to the boy's distaste. Hermione had to persuade the everto/angelus with the fact that wings kept sprouting during classes and that they had to learn to control it. It was a big problem, because soon it wasn't just wings, their hair grew and had coloured streaks and their eyes changed colour. Grudgingly, they realised that she was right and stayed. Blaise was easy enough to convince, after all, a bag of Honeydukes sweets could go a long way with the Italian.
"So, what's thing mental bond I keep reading about?" Blaise asked, looking up from his book.
"Why Zabini-"
"Blaise, please,"
"Blaise then, why do you keep reading those books? They're so disturbing." Harry groaned
"But take a look at these pictures! It's like that Muggle thing, Karma Sutra."
Harry growled, his black and red wings growing rapidly from his back, the feather outlines were all emerald green. "Argh! Harry!" Then did he turn back and realise that his growing wings hit Hermione in the face. "Sorry 'Mione."
Draco, meanwhile, was creating beautiful, life like sculptures of weasels and snakes out of ice, then using his fire to burn them all the pieces. "Form of self expression? Or does he just have a problem?" Harry asked Blaise.
"From this angle, kinda both."
"Oh sod off." Draco snapped.
"Someone's feeling cranky," Harry mocked in a sing song voice, "That can't be good."
"Maybe someone just needs a hug," Blaise chimed in
"Oh don't you dare..." Draco warned.
"Huggies!" The Italian cried, and threw his arms around the pale boy. Harry and Hermione rolled on the floor laughing as they watched Draco attempting, and failing, to shove Blaise away.
"Harry, help me!" Draco pleaded
Harry snorted with amusement, "Why?"
"Because...I-I don't know. I'll be very mad if you don't!"
"He enjoys the attention," Hermione mused, "You can tell." Draco moved onto trying to kick Blaise away (to no avail) since he was no pretend to blow air kisses at him.
"Does it look like I enjoy the attention Hermione?"
"I think he does too," Harry said, "Because-"
"You're supposed to be on my side!"
"Just because I'm your Soul Mate doesn't mean I can't watch you be humiliated. Besides, you're enjoying this."
"No! No! No! No!"
"Otherwise your wings would've sprouted out by now."
And with that Harry jumped to his feet and launched himself at the blonde, who just got Blaise off. "Finally! Got you off Blaise! I- ARGH! Harry! Ahahaha...."
The raven haired boy began tickling Draco mercilessly as the blonde squirmed under Harry's touch.
"Well, isn't this interesting," a voice said, "Dumbledore asked you to research but instead you're playing 'let's torture Draco'."
Both boys seem to regain focus and dignity as their stood tall in front of the Potions master with blush colouring their cheeks. "Severus, may I ask why you come to us?" Draco greeted
"I found out some information about the angelus/everto behaviour, but I think that you lot already figured that out. If one of them feels great joy, it transfers the emotion to the other, changing their mood instantly. For example, when Blaise did that ungodly act, Draco was actually having fun-"
"First time for everything then."
"Shut up Harry."
"Draco was actually having fun," Snape said with an annoyed glare, "so that emotion was fed into Harry's system and that's what caused them both to start acting like five year olds."
"I was not acting like a five year old!" Draco huffed
"Sure you weren't," Hermione snickered, "Well, that explains Harry's and Draco's behaviour. Does it rub off on others, like it did to Blaise?"
"No, that's just normal for him. You didn't get affected."
"Moving on," Severus rolled his eyes, "Potter, you really need to control your outbursts, especially in public. Like this morning at the Great Hall when your aura began to glow."
"I thought you couldn't see magical aura." Hermione wondered, writing the additional information on a spare piece of parchment
"Normally you can't," Blaise answered, not bothering to look up from Sex tips for the Soul, "But being an everto/angelus isn't classified as 'normal' isn't it?"
"So what else happens when Draco and I feel strong outbursts of emotions, besides our counterpart feeling it, glowing auras and revealing our true form?" Harry asked
"You feel closer to your Soul Mate," Blaise chucked Sex tips for the Soul aside and picked up Positioning your Soul Mate, "and that brings you closer together."
"I swear you're only helping us so you can have a look at the sex books." Draco stated
"Hey! You can't get these in the school library, unless you want to explain to a teacher why you want to research on sex. Besides, when you two need help, I'll be the Hermione."
"Thanks for using me as an example for sex tips Blaise." Hermione blushed
"No problem."
"Yea because anyone would go to you for sex advice..." Draco muttered
"Well I'll remember that when you're at my door, begging for advice to please Harry."
"...do not ever say that again!" Harry and Severus shouted in unison.
"You're his Soul Mate though," Blaise said innocently, "aren't you meant to love each other?"
"Soul Mate, I'm still trying to accept," Harry announced, "let alone having you fantasise about us having sex. I don't know about Draco, but that's something I can hold off for a while."
"Why?" Draco said with mock offense, "Don't you want to see my gorgeous body? I'm sure I caught you staring at it this morning."
"Look, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm going to jump every guy I see."
"Well obviously," Hermione said, "because then Draco would kill them."
"Oh come off it," Draco defended himself, "I'm not that possessive."
"But you will be," Severus said, at Harry's groan he added, "and so will Potter. In fact, the closer the two of you get, the harder it is to let go."
Harry groaned, "Why does everything happen to me?"
"Yea, I mean," Draco said sarcastically, "It's just you. Because I'm ecstatic to learn that I'm bonded to you for the rest of my life."
"Anyway," Severus continued, "You will develop a mental and emotional bond, whether you like it or not-"
"Well I choose not to like it." Draco muttered
"I thought I asked you to stop interrupting me." Snape growled
"Well no one gets what they ask for."
"Yea I know," Harry agreed, "I asked for a Soul Mate and got Draco instead."
A/N: Oh noes! My chapters are getting smaller because I'm hitting a writer's block! Damn you block! I never liked Lego...
Read and review! I'm going to be holding Harry and Draco hostage, including their wings, and for Xiahou Ayumi, THEIR EYES!
