-1A/N Ok, I was really anxious to get the next, longer, chapter out so even
though I just posted chapter two, I decided to start on chapter three. And,
I decided to change the plot up so it is now a creature Harry and Draco fic.
Just because I can. It is also going to be Mpreg. So yeah, I am feeling
random, so I decided to change it up



The drive home wasn't a long one, and before long we were at the manor
gates. As I pull up to the gates and wait for them to open to my pass code,
I
look at Harry out of the corner of my eye. His stunned expression was
priceless.

"Oh my God. This is where you live?" he asked in awe.

I smile a little before I answer. I have always lived here, so it has ceased
to impress me. But other people's reaction to its impressiveness makes
me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"This is my family's manor. Welcome to Malfoy Manor. See what I meant
when I said that they would never know you were there? There are four wings;
there are bathrooms and bedrooms that I don't think I have ever even
seen." I pause in my monologue when I notice that Harry has a
deer-in-the-headlights look in his eyes. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't worry; there are maps for new visitors. We had to make them when
my Aunt Bella got lost…for the umpteenth time, trying find the bathroom. It
was quite funny actually; she's got the sense of direction of a rock. I'm
sure you'll be fine."

He didn't look too convinced though. I tried to smile encouragingly, but
failed miserably when he looked at me with this
How-the-hell-do-you-expect-me-to-do-this expression on his face.

"Ok, first things first: The map, then your room, the bathroom, and dining
room. Then you can feel free to wander. Just tell me before you do so, I can
give you a cell phone that has the house phone on speed dial two. So if you
get lost, just call and either I or a maid will come and find you," I
told him as I held out the little silver phone to him. He looks at it
curiously before he pockets it.

"I'll keep that in mind. Now onto this room so I can place the few rags
that I have the displeasure to call my belongings away," he says as he
looks
disgustedly at his "belongings."

"Oh, about that. We are going shopping. Don't even think about
protesting. Other than what kind of fabric and what colors you want, you have
no say in the matter. Understood?" I announce as Harry opens and closes his
mouth
like a fish out of water, trying to protest but not quite forming one. He
finally gives up with this defeated look on his face.

"Ok, if you insist. I guess I can't tell you what you can and can't
do. But I am not able to pay you back; I have absolutely no money."

I just nod, but all the while I'm thinking, 'No money? Maybe these are
different Potters; but I had my solicitor do some research on this
ragamuffin I saved and I found that the famously rich Birmingham Potters have a son
named Harry…well had a son named Harry.'

He apparently disappeared and was assumed dead when his clothes were found
blood stained in a wooded area. Later testing proved that the blood was
Harry's. His parents were devastated and both later succumbed to death by
suicide, first his mother Lily, then his father James. Lily died from a pain
medication overdose and James shot himself in the temple. I hope to God this
is not that Harry Potter. To find out his parents were in fact alive, but now
dead, would drive him insane. His wounded psyche wouldn't be able to deal
with it.

I was brought back to myself when I heard Harry trying to get my attention.

"….lright Draco?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

"Huh? Sorry. What were you saying?" I say, embarrassed because I zoned
out.

"I said are you alright? You looked a million miles away."

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just thinking about something. Nothing
important," I say, trying to play it off. He wasn't buying it.

"Uh huh. Okay then, whatever you say. Now, that room?" he says as he
walks up to the fork in the hall that leads in three different directions.
He
walks to the very center of the juncture and turns to look at me.

"Which way? Right, left, or cattycorner?" he asks with a goofy grin. I
just laugh at him and start to walk down the right hallway.

The entire house was richly decorated, but this was the guest wing so it was
the richest of all. Marble floors polished until you could see yourself as
easily as in a mirror, beautiful vases made of bronze and glass and small
ivory figurines of small animals adorned a low ebony wood table which sat between
twin chintz, high backed, cream colored chairs. There were also a lot of
paintings. There were paintings of landscapes, portraits of family members, and soothing
water colors lining most of the lilac colored wall. Harry's eyes seemed to be
trying to take everything in at once.

"Relax. You can look at the entire house until you get so bored with it
you won't even notice it anymore, trust me. I've been there and done that
already," I say with a cocky smile.

He gives me this "You're-nuts-but-I-like-you-anyway" look. He
chuckles low in his throat and looks at the door we stopped in front of.

"Well, I guess this is my room huh? I will get settled and find you later.
Okay?" Harry says as he looks at me through the corner of his eye.

"Sounds like a plan. See you later," I say as he turns to enter the
room. I can't help but notice that his hospital gown isn't tied quite tight
enough in the back, giving me a wonderful view of his back and shoulders as well as
a horrific view of all the scars on his flesh. It looked like he had been
whipped repeatedly: pink scars crisscrossing fading white ones. I am unable
to restrain my hand from reaching out and touching him in a primal need to
comfort. He flinches and whirls around, fear in his eyes. He calms instantly
when he sees me but I had seen the soul-deep fear carved into his face.
Someone had hurt this boy, my boy, and they are going to pay.

"Please, don't touch me," he whispers, fear less evident in his face,
but still there.

"Ok, I won't," I assure him, even though I am adding 'Yet' in my
head. He walks into the room and I move down the hall towards the den. This
is
going to be a long night and I need a drink.

Something is stirring inside me, and it's not quite lust. 'Damn, why
now' I think to myself. Being a demonic creature with a Mate somewhere out
there hadn't been a big problem…until now. Now my Demon is saying "Oh!
Lookie there!! Do you see what I see? I see my Mate!" This is a problem
because this boy obviously knows nothing of what he is and he's been hurt
too deeply to understand what's happening. I am starting to understand why
I was so drawn to him. He's an untrained Water Demon along with what smells
like High Angel. Being a Pureblood Ice Demon means I don't know how I can
train him, but I can get help from others who can. But should I tell him what he
is? What I am?

I was still brooding into my brandy when Harry came in.

"I tried the kitchens, the dining room, the family room, and finally I
decided to try and find you here. You sure are a hard person to find," he
said with a mock glare.

"Heh, I haven't moved far: From the door, to the liquor cabinet, then to
this chair," I say sardonically. I take a deep breath and let it out
slowly.
I don't know if this is a good idea, but I'm going for it anyway.
"Harry, I have something to tell you about me. Please, don't freak
out."

He looks at me with curiosity mixed with distrust. I can see him weighing
his options behind his eyes. He seems to deem me trustworthy though because he
sits down and looks at me.

"Okay, whatever it is, I swear not to freak out. Promise."

"That's what you say now," I say under my breath, but start my tale
anyway. "I am not human, Harry. I am what's called an Ice Demon. I know
that's hard to believe, but I can prove it." I look towards him and hold
out my hand and let my power pool there. After a few moments a perfect
sphere of ice sits in my palm. Harry just looks at it and back to me, as if
expecting me to show him the trick. When I didn't explain the "trick" he
hesitantly reaches towards the sphere as if expecting it to disappear when
he got too close.

"Here, you can hold it if you want. It's not cold. Demon Ice is not cold
unless the user wants it to be," I say slowly, trying to not spook him. I
stand and take a step towards him to place the Ice in his hand. He weighs it
in both hands and looks back at me.

"Wow, it's really light. How is it not heavy? Why is it not cold? How
did you do that?" he stops to catch his breath but still appears to have a
million questions flying through his mind.

"Whoa. Slow down. You mean you're not freaked? I mean, I thought you
would at least scream or something. Not ask questions a mile a second," I
laugh.

"Well, I was at first, but then I thought "If he wanted to hurt you, he
could have done so a half dozen times in the past hour. He's not going to
kill you." That calmed me pretty fast. Now I am just really curious." He
grinned at me and leaned back into the chair. My inner Demon loved this
show of its mate. 'Calm down, you! He's nowhere near ready to know
he's a demon, let alone that I'm his mate.' The demon in me didn't
like this train of thought though.

"Well, to answer your questions. It's not heavy because light objects
are easier to throw. It's not cold because I didn't want it to be. And I
just pool my power in my hand and think of what I want to make and it just
happens. Oh, and they don't melt. I can destroy it if I so choose but it
will not melt from heat."

"You mean you can make anything and it won't melt? That's so cool! Can
you make me something? Please?" he asks so cutely. If only he knew I could
never say no to him; oh, rue that day. I just laugh and nod.

"What do you want? If I know what it looks like, I can create it."

"Can you make me a horse?" He looks so innocent, I just want to kiss
him.

'NO! NOT YET! Behave.' I scream in my head at my inner Demon.

My lips twitch as I try not to smile when I nod. I think of a rearing
stallion with its mane and tail blowing in the wind. I feel the energy in my
hand a couple seconds before a solid weight replaces it. This one was
different though for some reason. My Ice is normally whitish blue; this was
a deep green, almost deep enough to match Harry's eyes. I can't stop the
blush that creeps to my face. Luckily Harry is none the wiser that this is
not normal. I'm hoping he thinks that the redness is just from the
"fatigue" of making two creations.

"It's beautiful. How did you know that's my favorite color?" he
exclaimed, clutching the figure to his chest gingerly.

"I didn't, I just guessed. And you don't have to be so gentle with it.
It won't break. Another interesting thing about Ice is its durability.
Everything about it is connected to the user's feelings. That little
figurine is as hard as diamonds," I say pseudo-smugly. I'm really more
impressed with his smile.

Harry's eyes were the size of dinner plates. His mouth was doing that
"fish-out-of-water" thing again. I growl low as I restrain myself from
kissing him right then and there.

He looks at me curiously; apparently he heard my groan.

"You okay? That didn't tire you out too much did it? If I knew you were
tired I would have not asked," he said with his face downcast.
I reach out and touch his face. He looks up, surprised. I know I promised
just earlier today to not touch him but I couldn't help myself.

"I'm fine. I'm just resisting temptation and it does not want to be
resisted," I say, trying to satisfy his curiosity while being vague at the
same time. I didn't do very well. He just cocked his head to one side in a
questioning way. I couldn't help myself anymore. I was able to aim away
from my original target to his forehead, not his lips. He just stood stock still,

barely breathing. I smile apologetically.

"I'm not very good at resisting temptation. I know I promised not
touch you, but I couldn't resist. I'm sorry I broke my promise." I
move
to walk out of the room when he spoke.

"You told me about you, I guess I can tell you about me…"

We decided to move to a more comfortable place for the telling of his story.
We ended up in the family room; it's overstuffed dark leather chairs,
dark woods, and merry fire made it a very comforting place. He moved to a
chair
by the fire, so I chose the one on the other side.

"I don't remember how I came to live with the Dursleys. I think I was
kidnapped but I don't remember. It was too long ago. All I remember is I
was playing in the woods somewhere and then blackness. I woke up in severe
pain. Petunia Dursley was by my side with her husband, Vernon Dursley,
standing behind her. She said I had been hit by a car and she was there to help. I
don't remember much about that time; I was drugged a lot to "keep the
pain away" they said. I must have told them my name when I was in my drugged
state because the first coherent thought I can remember is Vernon yelling my name
and to get my ass downstairs. That day the beatings started.

It started small, spankings and the like. Then it started to build up in
severity. It went from simple spankings to full out beatings in a matter of
weeks.

I stopped responding to the beatings after a couple weeks. I just didn't
care anymore. He must have been getting off on my pain because when I
stopped responding, he went to whipping me. That's what all those scars you saw
were. I don't know how long I lived with them. This is the first time I
have ever left their house other than to go to the hospital when my injuries were too serious to be hidden." He paused to take a drink of the water a servant
had brought and looked at me.

I had to swallow a few times to gain my composure back. Even then my voice
cracked when I tried to speak.

"How old were you when you abducted?"

"I…I don't know. Seven or eight I think. I am now eighteen. Oh my God.
I was with them for ten years. TEN FUCKING YEARS! Oh my God, oh my God." By
the end of his outburst he was sobbing. I couldn't help myself. I went
over to him and pulled him to the floor and into my lap. He didn't pull back;
he just buried his face into my shoulder and sobbed his heart out.

"Shh. It;s okay. You're out of there now. They can never hurt you again.
Remember, I can kill them with little more than a thought," I coo at him,
gently raining kisses on his raven hair. 'So can you, but that's a tale
for a different day'

Suddenly he takes a deep breath and sits up, smiling at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think that knowledge would affect me that way."

"It's not a problem; holding things in like that can be bad for your
health. A good cry is healthy for you. It relieves stress." I give him my best
devil-may-care smile and moved to get up. He hastily moved off my lap and
got up.

"Do you want to continue your tale or stop here for the night?" I ask
with sincere concern.

"I think I'll go to bed now and finish in the morning. Good night." He
suddenly looked exhausted.

"Yeah; good night, sleep well." I smile at him and give him a one-armed
hug. "Feel better. Life's got no choice but to get better. I say so."

He smiles and laughs as he turns to leave the room for his bed.

I pour more brandy and set back into my chair. I sat like that for a little
while then I look up at the clock: 11:40 PM. 'Sev should still be up.' I
pull out my cell phone and dial the number of one Severus Snape, a close
family friend and fellow Demon. Not only was he a Demon but a teacher who
could help me with Harry.

"Sev? Hey, sorry I'm calling so late. I have a small problem."

"Are you in trouble?"

"No, I'm not in trouble. I have an eighteen year old Water Demon here
with me who knows nothing of what he is."

"How does he not know? Where are his parents?"

"He was abducted as a young child. He's been severely abused and I
don't even know the whole story yet."

Sev growls into the phone; never a good sign for those who he's pissed at.

"No one should harm a young one. No one. You better find out who did this
and bring him to me."

"Yeah, I know. I will don't worry. Do you think you can help me?"

"I can try."

"Oh, one more thing. This might make this more difficult for you: he is
also my mate."

I hold the phone away from my ear and wait for the impending shout; I was
not disappointed.

"WHAT!?! That's just great. Not only do I have to deal with an untrained
Demon, but his mate? Anything else you want to spring on me while we're on
the subject?"

"Umm, actually…"

"What? Whatever it is, it can't be good for me."

"…He's also part High Angel."

Sev sighs and doesn't say anything for a few minutes. I just wait for him
to start again.

"You just couldn't make this easy for me, could you? An abused
untrained Demon-High Angel hybrid with a new mate? Good God. I'm going to
die. You're going to kill me."

"Don't worry. You can do it. I believe in you," I say brightly.

He just grumbles and sighs again. I can hear him tapping on something-his
computer it sounds like.

"I'm free on Sunday; does three in the afternoon work for you?" he asks
in along suffering tone.

"Works for me. I have nothing to do and I don't think Harry is going to
be doing much, seeing as he can't even stand up for long, let alone go
anywhere. If he did his nurse would kill him for doing it and me for letting
him. He's in bad shape right now. I found him in the middle of nowhere
almost dead. God Sev, I have never seen so much blood. It almost made me
sick; and the smell. If I never see another being in that condition again in my
lifetime, I will die a happy man. It was awful." I shuddered at the memory
of how Harry looked on the side of the road and how I felt when I realized
the body wasn't a body, but a living being.

"I believe it. I will see you then. Warn him I'm coming. You know it's
hard for me to change from human to Demon form, so I will be in my true
form. It would be a good thing for him to be prepared. I really do not need a
fainting man on my hands on top of everything else," he said dryly.

I laugh out loud and shake my head.

"Don't worry; I will prepare him to meet you. Heh. Good night Sev."

"'Night." Never one for long goodbyes, he just hangs up.

I just sit there and look at the phone. Well there is one ally; now for mom
and dad. That's going to be a lot easier. They have been screaming at me
to
find my mate fore years now and now that he's been dropped into my lap
they're going to be ecstatic.

I look back at the clock. 1:30 AM.

"Good God. Did we talk for that long? I need to go to bed if I'm going
to be able to function tomorrow." I yawn widely as I get up and stretch. My
back pops several times in protest of my movement. I shuffle down the hall
to my room and nice comfy bed. I'm barely awake as I undress and get into
bed. I was dead to the world before my head hit the pillow.

A/N Ok people, I know I changed it, dramatically. But one of those little
plot bunnies mated and burrowed into my mind and through my mind, into the
story. I didn't intend for it be to be a creature story when I started, it
just turned out that way. I made it as long as I could possibly without
leaving it at a cliffhanger. I will have a few of those, but not this early
in
the story; I may be cruel, but I'm not that mean. This chapter is longer
than the previous two combined, 3658 words. Anyway. Thank you people who
reviewed and all that fun stuff along those lines. THANK YOU!! LOL, I'm
tired. I'm taking a leaf out of Draco's book, and I am going to bed now.
Good night people.

I would also like to take a page out of KillerDustBunny's book and dedicate this chapter to her, if not for being the wonderful person and beta, even if she does have this aversion to swearing, then for putting up with my randomness in my reviews for her story, To Dance Again. READ IT!! ITS AWESOME. Do it! Do it NOW!!! Hehe. I'm hyper.