Lightning and Thunder
Author name: Illuminati Lullaby
Category: Angst, Romance, Dark
Rating: R
Summary: A merchild is born named Clepsyyde, Her and her dragon
hatch mate, Kytt'n, share 23rds of a soul. But who possesses the
other third? Harry and Draco are forced to become friends to help
her.
Author notes: I suck at writing. This is my first fic so go easy.
If you wish to see the other versions of this story, or wish to
see some of the pictures that go along with it, visit: 3: And Time Paused for Them
This, class, is the Rescue and Revival for Magical Creatures
department. It's where the Ministry send creatures that are caught
and harmed by muggles. Since we are studying marine creature this
month, we are going to go take a look at the marine section.
Professor Depluit was the care of magical creature teacher this
year because Hagrid had taken a years leave for some reason or
another, and Professor Grubby-Plank was off on a honeymoon or
some shit. I didn't really care, and I wasn't much listening to
whatever the hell Depluit was saying.
Please, stay together, and try not to touch the glass. It's only
made to keep the water and air separate, so if you lean against
it, more than likely you will fall though, and if you get eaten
by something, don't say I didn't warn you. We entered the marine
section and passed a sign that read Salt Water Creatures'. Clear
glass' bubbled over our heads, moving slightly with the water.
Three door led into the center of a gigantic bubble like room,
in turn which were all surrounded by water. An assortment of creatures
floated or swum in the water. Many, if not all, seemed to have
an injury or injuries of several sorts, and varying in degrees
of severeness. But all that I could see were boring, run of the
mill, magical fish or something of some sort.
Professor Depluit pointed to a pink fish closest to him.
This is a Fushia Lummosi, it glows a bright pink in the dark.
It can be useful for light at night if you put it in a fish tank
in your home... blah blah blah blah blah.... Yup, this had to
be the most boring thing this class had ever done, but at least
these weren't hipogriffs.
Professor, what exactly is that? Granger was pointing off to
the far side of the room behind me. I turned around to see if
there happened to be any worth looking at.
That, Miss Granger, appears to be some sort of dragon. I don't
recognize the breed from here. In fact, as far a I know, dragons
can't exist under water. I'm not sure what it is. What ever it
was, it chose that moment to lift an ivory scaled head and open
one huge fiery purple eye. What ever it was it sure looked like
a dragon, if not a very strange one.
Who are you? I clutched my temples at the invasion, the word burning
my head. I carefully opened my eyes looked around for the source,
knowing I wouldn't see one. Some how I knew that the source was
none other than that dragon.
I asked your name. Are you as dumb as the rest of the Surface-born?
Typical two-legged-
My name is Draco Malfoy, who are you? Do you have any clue who you are speaking to? I lashed out instinctualy, not realizing until after what I had
done. The dragon's amethyst eyes widened, obviously not expecting
a response. She, I don't know how, but I could tell it was a she,
uncurled herself swishing her tale gracefully and bringing her
self up close to the glass. I ignored the gasps from Slytherin
and Gryffindor alike behind me.
I am Kyttshkabannan of the Drakkish, not that it concerns you,
Surface-born. Kyttshkabannan lowered her horned head to look me in the eye,
a purple and black scar ran from the top of the right side of
her forehead down across her eye and ended in a twisting of foreign
symbols under her eye. Her belly was plated down with ebon, and
wings of black and white fanned out behind her, which she used
for swimming instead of flying.
Why do you stare? Have you never seen a Drakka before? But of
course not, incompetent two-legged child.
CHILD?! I am no child-
Kitten? Who are you talking- an new voice entered my mind, this one softer and more human
sounding. A creature of unearthly beauty swam from behind the
dragon, leaning heavily against it when she stopped. A long half
mended gash ran from her shoulder to the crook of her elbow, but
from where I was standing, it was the only imperfection on her
body that was visible.
She looked my age, if not younger. Smooth porcelain skin, bright
silver eyes that were so light they were almost white that seemed
to be glowing dully. Hair that looked as though it were normally
a vibrant silver blue-green, but now hung suspended in the water
around her limply. Jet plates that matched the Drakka's ran from
her upper chest halfway down her tale; which was cover in tiny
aquamarine scales and shown with an unhealthy sheen. The longer
I stared at her, the more it became apparent that she was not
doing very well.
Involuntarily I reached up and touched the membranius glass, pushing
my hand through it to lightly touch her cheek. She reached up
and caught my hand with lightning quick reflexes I didn't think
possible under water.
A jolt of something; glimpses of images like a movie out of order
with someone on crack holding down the fast forward button shot
through my mind and across my vision.
A child of four and her small white dragon curled up in a bed.
A mother
A father
A rape
Me.
I gasped and pulled back at the same moment she did. Eyes wide
she shook her head slowly clearing images from her head. I could
feel her emotions, her feelings, her thoughts. They strained against
my mind as though they needed in. As though they were a part of
my own.
A second presence, less human but just as sharp, made it self
felt. I could feel both the Mermaid's - no Clepsyyde's - thoughts
and Kyttshkabannan's thoughts pushing against my own.
And with a violent snap, Clepsyyde's were gone. She fell, drifting
towards the ground before deftly being caught by the Drakka. She
glared hard at me as if it had been my fault, which it probably
had been.
What did you do?!? Oh never mind, she's just exhausted. She'll-
Mr. Malfoy, what in Merlin's name do you thing you're doing?
I told you not to touch the glass, and it I would have assumed
that you also realized that meant not to touch the occupants either,
or should I have explained that to you also? The Gryffindors
snickered.
I turned around slowly, snapping my trade mark sneer back into
place and glaring coldly at the Professor.
I don't know Professor, do you?
Ten points from Slytherin for your disregard for authority, Mr.
Malfoy, and be glad it isn't more. Now it would be in your best
interests to follow the rules if you do not wish your self a dete-
He froze in mid sentence. As did everyone else in my rang of sight.
Just- froze. What the fuck?
Draco Malfoy, I turned around to see Kyttshkabannan who still in the same spot
she had been in before, holding Clepsyyde.
What the fuck did you just do?
Fuck? No I did not fuck anyone Draco Malfoy, I was just wondering
if you had any ideas on how to help Klepsa.
Uh yeah, let me just whip our my Marine Medical Dictionary here...
Stop being so damp and get in here and help her.
Oh yeah, right after I grow a couple of gills! In case you've
forgotten, I can't breath under water! Kyttshkabannan reached though the glass and tapped me gently
on the head.
Now you can. Just get in hear. I gave the white dragon a strange look but pressed through the
glass.
And inhaled.
But instead of air, water rushed into my lungs, and I choked once,
before exhaling. I could breath under water.
I really had no idea why I was doing this. Normally I would have
blown off something like this and told them to ask a goody-goody
Griffyndork for help.
What had I been smoking again...?
Reaching out I lifted her from the Drakka, and touched her forehead
gently with my palm. She had a horrible fever and she shook with
tremors. An emotion I had never quite felt before settled upon
my mind... protectiveness? And something else... I wasn't quite
sure what, but I knew who ever had done this to this beautiful
creature would pay.
Something moved in the corner of my vision; my head snapped up.
Potter?