Chapter 4: Breakdown

Just to have a slight know for what is coming. This chapter I feel is super over dramatic. And very OOC. But I had to show that everyone can have there moments even if your Draco Malfoy. And I can tell you that this (below) is one of them... And I am aware of the drama that will happen. So with the heads-up, read on.

Draco broke out of the Slytherin common room to the dark hallways of the dungeons. The walls dark and dripping with water. Large fire torches hung on the walls but put in places far from the others. Creating light and dark patches all along.

The blonde barred his elongated fangs, the whiteness showing off greatly. Even if no one was there to watch. Though it was a good thing that they weren't because it wouldn't of been fun.

Nobody wanted to mess with him at the moment. Draco would only see them as a someone who was keeping him from his mate. All he could see was red.

Draco spread his wings fiercely as he ran down the hallway. The air whistled at his speed, he didn't slow for the stairs. Jumping, Draco's instincts took over and the large wings fluttered pushing his body up.

He went from the bottom to the top of the step, he wanted his mate. To find her and taker her as his own. Draco would do anything to get to her.

He remembered his first transformation and it literally summed up hell. Draco hated to know that his mate, the one he was to protect at all costs has to suffer the same he had. He could only imagine that the pain for her was worse. Her body would have been pushed into the change, just so she could find him.

He was the first to transform so that only meant that she would follow within the next months. It's already been three and Draco was counting. Just waiting for his body to feel the mates pull. He couldn't begin to think about the feeling that they now existed in the world. It was exhilarating, completely amazing. His other half had taken her change to become the same thing he was.

A growl erupted from Draco's chest and his rare silver eyes glowed even brighter. He sped down the hall on his search for his mate. Draco burst through the doors of the Great Hall and graciously found it empty.

His head was held high, trying to smell out different scents that might carry his mate. The blonde had a strong feeling that drove him to know that his mate attended Hogwarts. He couldn't explain it but he knew.

The hall gloomed with darkness and a hollow quietness. Crystalised stars took up ceiling, the enchantment casting a close image of the night's sky.

Draco walked the main aisle, his wings pulled down but still ready to strike. He scanned the room with high hopes of finding any detail that his intended was ever present. Nothing mattered until he found her. He had to be everything; her protector, her other half, her lover. It was all important, once he got her, she was his, and nobody else's; his.

He ran over his thoughts till he caught the smell that he could only describe as utterly amazing. It smelled of a green grass mixed with cut wood. It swarmed his senses, carrying it around him heavenly.

Then it shut off, like the lights to a muggle's house. Everything that Draco was feeling was nonexistent, he knew that he had to find his mate but didn't feel the pull to do so. The wires that connected him to his mate seemed to be broken.

Without the pull then Draco would never be able to pick her out, it freaked him out. But why did his instincts turn off? It made no sense, unless she was dead.

The thought caused the blonde to pause in his tracks. Fear wrapped around his chest, the air became thick and heavy. Draco's eyes faded to a full dusty yellow. Several emotion cascaded through his mind. Anger, worry, sadness.

He felt his anger boil that his mate had unexpectedly die. Draco couldn't feel his mate, it was something that was he always responded to, just never responded back. Finally when it did, his mate awakening to her Adze, the ties were cut minuets later. The only thing Draco could think of was that she was dead or knocked out. But being dead sounded so much worse.

On the other hand Draco was worried. He didn't have to explain for him to know that his body was overwhelmed with nervousness. His chest was tight and his stomach had turned. It hurt just like it did earlier when he was in the Great Hall.

Draco frilled his feathers, his wings semi spread. They took on the color of gray, a shade full of darkness. Though the edge of his wings held a thick light gray strip. It followed across Draco's wings, tip to tip. Draco snapped them to his body, holding the tense and close.

It was only months ago when Draco was given his own inheritance. The blonde knew of his kind and could say for himself that he was relived the day he looked to find his feathers pointed. As much as he cherished his submissive mate, he wouldn't of been happy if his feathers had turned out rounded.

A Malfoy was supposed to be the best, no submissiveness allowed. His father would never allowed it, and neither would he. It was his job to protect his submissive, not the other way around. Draco's thoughts dropped, he had failed to do his one job. His mate bond felt non existent and it killed Draco to think about it.

His legs weakened and his body followed through, falling to the ground. Draco's knees collided with the hard stone of the Great Hall. His eyes glistened in the pale glow of the moon shining through the side windows. Draco toppled over and his arms extended to catch his failing body.

His fingers clawed at the flooring and his nose began to sting. Tears trailed down Draco's cheeks, over his lips. His lips trembling out of his control, he closed his eyes. The blonde's lashes let go a few more drops of salty tears.

Rolling over his chin as they fell to the ground. Large circular splats littered the spot below Draco. The wetness causing the floor to turn several shades darker. The boy hung his head low in defeat. This wasn't normal for the person that Draco was and later he would probably regret the mental breakdown, but at the moment it didn't matter. His instincts were grieving over the thought that he could no longer feel its other half. Meaning something was wrong with his mate and Draco didn't know how to handle it.

Draco fell to his side as his arms wrapped around his torso, holding tightly. Lowering his head he buried his face in the fabric of his robes. His body shook with each sob. Draco's wings lofted over himself but still pulled to his body.

He rolled to his back, laying comfortably on his wings. The tips curled around his body protectively. Lifting his chin Draco stared up at the ceiling. At the enchanted ceiling. He watched the stars twinkle and shine brightly against the contrasting background.

Draco connected the stars as if they were dots. It didn't take long for Draco to find an all too familiar constellation. The stars created curved snake like motion before shooting up and creating a uneven square. The four sided shape was meant to be the head and the zigzag pattern its body.

The constellation in the sky was the name his mother had given him. Just like the Black family, his mother had followed tradition and gave him the name that was written in the stars. The Draco constellation seen all year round in northern latitudes, made up of fourteen main stars and bordered by Ursa Minor.

The Adze left Draco's mind as his thought became more clear. A smile took Draco's lips as his thoughts ran through his knowledge of the constellations. Astronomy was something always had great interesting. How most constellation had their own stories.

Made-up stories that explained why stars were now in the sky. Like Orion the brave warrior being chased by a scorpion off of a cliff to the ocean below. Casted into the stars by Artemis, a valued friend, who had mistakenly killed him. After his brother, Apollo, slyly played a game upon his sister.

He had told her that he didn't think her archery skills were any good, for Artemis was a hunter of the woods. Apollo had known Orion was in the water below because it was him who had sent the large scorpion upon the warrior.

Apollo said to his sister as a challenge to shoot the thing in the water. Because of the darkness Artemis obliged and drew her bow string, arrow in place. She let the string go and the arrow flew. Its fletchings twirling in the nights crisp air.

Unknowingly she had just killed her friend and hunting companion, Orion died. When Artemis had found out, Orion's soul had already placed itself in the fiery hell of tartarus. So she placed Orion among the stars. The scorpion as well but behind Orion to warn others to always be watchful of their sins. Ever summer Orion flees to escape the constellation of Scorpius.

Draco thought the story through his head truly amazed with the imaginary stories that had been told to Draco since he was young. The blonde boy drew in his wings as they disappeared from his back. He closed his eyes as they returned to their normal grey color. Draco sighed in ease, and complete peace.

He let his problems slip his mind as his body fell into an unconscious sleep. Draco rested quietly in the middle of the Great Hall. Only to be awakened by an unwanted guest a few hours later.

Harry woke to find the room brightly lit by the sun's heavy rays. It casted through the windows cutting shapes into the floor. She blinked taking in the hospital wing, also thinking about all that had happened last night.

She peeled back the sheets, throwing her legs over the beds edge. Her toes reached the floor gracefully, pushing herself up so she was standing. Harry walked over to the mirror, just like she had done last night.

For the second time, Harry took in her new body. Something she was not comfortable with. Every time her eyes met her protruding chest, she forced herself to look away. It felt wrong and she couldn't get past that it was her she was looking at.

One thing was different about Harry's appearance was the wings. It was almost disappointing when Harry looked at her back to find the feathered wings not there. After Harry had started to accept the new turn of events, she liked the feeling that the wings put on her back. Majestic as they were, Harry found them strangely beautiful.

Was it bad that she might actually enjoy being to opposite gender. Not that she didn't like women, but just maybe she liked men too. It was all more confusing, maybe this was meant to happen. And if it did, then Harry had no objections. Well maybe one... why was everything always her. It made no sense. Harry hated it.

She ran her hands through her black hair, teasing the ends with her fingers. Green eyes reflected back at her, watching her every move. The eyes were her own but at the same time not. Still the familiar color that his mother had given to her but looked more sharp almost feminine. Which came to Harry with no surprise, the rest of his body was more shocking.

Still in the clothes that she wore last night she turned to leave to hospital wing. Her shirt still ripped in the back letting her smooth skin show. Harry found it weird that the skin was so flat considering there were wings there just the other night.

Harry didn't really know what time it was as she rounded the corridor that lead to the Gryffindor Tower. Feeling rather awkward being out with out her uniform, she picked up her feet, and ran the rest of the way.

Harry muttered the password to the portrait the held the Fat Lady within its frames. The woman gave Harry an odd look before swinging open to reveal the red interior of Gryffindor common room. She walked hastily inside to find eyes staring wildly upon her.

She paused in her tracks, staring back. The common room was filled with Gryffindors. Some sat in the corner playing a game of Exploding Snaps. Others had perched themselves on the several couches and chairs within the room. The moment Harry walked in everyone stopped and turned to look at her.

"Is that...Harry Potter?" Whispered a third year girl to the boy next to her. The brown haired boy glanced at the girl, shrugging.

"It looks just like him though, just..girlish," said the girl. Others around nodded in agreement.

Harry just glared at the girl. The girl's eyes widened fearfully before looking down at her hands, afraid that the person heard what she was saying.

"HARRY!" Yelled a voice, thumps sounding from the boys dormitory. Ron cascaded down the stairs rambunctiously. Bouncing off the wall as he entered the common room. Gasps were heard as Ron ran to the mysterious new girl. Her identifation was now know.

Connecting the dots that the redhead had just called this said girl Harry, which looked awfully like the well known Harry Potter. Black hair, green eyes that always seemed to glow, and the round glasses pretty much given it away.

Ron ran up to Harry snagging her sleeve and dragged her in the direction he had come. Harry followed Ron up the stairs not even looking back at the questioning eyes. She was greatful that her friend had shown up. Harry didn't know how long she could stand in front of all those watching people.

Behind Ron Harry entered the dormitory that was placed for the Gryffindors returning for their seventh years. Hermione sat upon Harry's bed, scroll upon scroll littered the mattress as well as her lap. She never noticed their presence till Ron wrapped his arm around one of the bed posts.

"Oh!" she said eyes getting bigger. "Harry! How did you get here? How long have you been awake!"

"I walked, 'Mione', how else could I of gotten here. There's so many of them. What is all this? " She asked, gesturing to the mess with a swipe of her arm.

"These?" Questioned Hermione, holding up a scroll. "There just a bunch of magical properties, you know the ones that describe different capabilities on magic. See, this one is on teeth."

She held up a piece of rolled up paper. A red ribbon was tied around it so it stayed closed. Harry shrugged and took the parchment from the other girl. She didn't bother untieing it and just slid the ribbon down till it came off. Tossing it to the bed as she opened the scroll.

Harry skimmed the words looking at the different uses for teeth. There was a section for vampires and their sharp fangs. It gave a boring script about the values that kind of creatures teeth as well as others.

Harry let go at bottom of the pages and the scroll rolled itself back up. Teeth was a topic she rather not read about.

"Interesting isn't Harry, I got a lot more too. This one is for ears, that's for eyes, and this right here is all about wings," said Hermione pointing to the scroll at her foot.

"But Hermione… if you can't tell, my wings aren't really here."

"Yeah, he- er she is right, they're gone," Said Ron, bending around to view Harry's wingless back.

"I know that. Guys honestly i'm not as dumb as you all think I am," Ron laughed and Harry gave a pointed look to their brown haired friend. "um?...Seriously what's with those looks."

"Really Hermione, you think that we think that your dumb?!.. Please! You're the smartest witch of our year," baffled Ron.

"He speaks the truth, you are really smart," added Harry.

"Why thanks, but really i'm not that smart. There's a whole lot that I don't know. It would take so many lifetimes just to learn the gist of everything," said Hermione, not really taking her friends words as compliments.

Ron rolled his eyes and Harry shook her head.

"But Harry, your wings, they're still there just… I guess the right words is that you have to summon them. Call them to you, it's what it says," She picked up the scroll and gave it a shake.

Harry closed her eyes thinking deeply about the feathers and the color grey. All coming together to form wisps that looked similar to wings. Adding more detail they gained a more defined shape. Pulling it all into one she placed the image onto her back, shortly afterward her mind drew blank.

"That was perfect Harry, they look so gorgeous," Gaped Hermione.

Harry opened her eyes to see the familiar wings behind her. The weight felt so comfortable, so right. Harry's heart beat with joy, her wings were back! Her body felt full and it made Harry all so very happy. She was surprised they weren't too heavy.

"Can I touch them?" Asked Ron, without a reply Ron's fingers reached out to pet the elegant feathers. He laid only two fingers before Hermione's shriek filled the room.

"Ron! No, no no no! Take them off, take them off now," Yelled Hermione and reached over to yank Ron's hand off of Harry. "How stupid can you get! Don't touch them, ever! You would listen if you knew what was best for you," Ron turned looking hurt.

"But- I don't understand, why can't he touch them 'Mione'? It wouldn't of hurt, You touched them just the other night," asked Harry.

"I know Harry, and I shouldn't of. Didn't you feel the wrongness of it all, especially with Ron?"

"I don't know, maybe but what does that mean. What's so wrong about touching my wings?"

"Your mate Harry, everything has to do with your mate,' said Hermione cautiously.

Harry looked dumb founded and Ron now looked weirdly at Hermione. The girl bit her lip, not wanting to share the information. Hermione pushed the forgotten scrolls off of her lap and stood. Brushing imaginary dust she looked to Harry.

"Her mate, That's- that's insane!" busted Ron.

"Not now Ron, hold on let me explain. I'm going to start by saying that the Adze are very protective. Like I've already said to you, Harry, your mate will do anything to find you. And when he does, he is going to take you," said Hermione blushing.

"You mean…" choked Harry.

"Yes Harry that's what I mean, and when he smells us on you he might not react as good as you'd think. Especially Ron, since he is an acceptable male," Hermione explained with a shaking voice.

"But Ron would never-"

"We know that Harry, but your mate will not. Ron would be viewed as a threat and that could get him killed," Whispered Hermione.

"WHAT!" Yelled Ron taking steps away from Harry. He grabbed a blanket from one of the beds and threw it around himself and pulled it close. Harry closed her eyes in response. She felt really horrible that she could lead to her friends getting hurt.

"I know that knowing this might want you to keep the charm that is keeping your mate from you even longer. And I really hate what will happen when you do take it down but I believe your intended already knows of your existence.

"There was a time gap between the time you woke up till when you placed the charm. I think that your intended knows that you have came to your inheritance. And I feel that the longer your mate can't feel your presence the worse it will get," breathed Hermione.

A long pause came across the room. Ron sat himself on his bed, placing his head in his hands the throw drifted over his shoulders. His ears listening to the bad news that was centered around his best friend, who was now a girl.

"What could happen," whispered Harry.

"The easiest I could say is depression, and the worst would be death. As you know Adze have a high value to their mates," Hermione replied sadly.

Harry took in a breath and her wings closed around herself. She couldn't let someone die because of her. It was almost barbaric, it's the reason she fought back with Voldemort so hard. To keep people from dying.

She could take down the charm or keep it up and let someone die. It wasn't a hard decision but she couldn't help but think what would happen if she did the right thing. Harry shuddered.

But she wasn't exactly sure what the right thing was.

Chapter 4; done.

Name update.

So... I have to decided to change the name. Though some people will still call Harry, Harry. And only a select few will call her that. Might only be Hermione and Ron, I don't know. And the main name idea is Hayzel, or maybe just Hazel. But that is something that I'm leaning more towards. Trust me I looked and looked for fitting names. made a list and everything. It had to start with an H. I looked at flower names (because of Lily) but none were adequate. Homeria? It also could't be a common female name used for Harry. Is Hayzel common? I don't really know but I searched for it in FanFiction and only 85 stories came up.

8/21/2016, evening.