Please dont hate not-Harry for what he did, there is a reason! A slightly way off my plans reason, but still, its not my fault he had to do that. It was nowhere in my script!

And yes it is short, but so am I.

Recap for people who are too lazy to go back and read the previous chap since they forgot and if they didn't it is quite pointless to type this here:

"It wasn't Father," Draco breathed with relief, ignoring the curious gaze of the one that held him. "What a blessing and a curse that it wasn't Father. But by a being so cruel, with odd hair..."

"No!" The black haired one slipped out of Draco's grasp and sank to his knees on the floor. "Merlin, no! Why, why him? Why have you chosen him to be the evil among us? When he is so alike me..." He whispered and stood up, wiping away his tears.

He turned to the confused Draco. "I am sorry, Draco, I shall have failed you," He gave a short, formal bow. "But I can not be your mentor in this state. Please be able to forgive me one day," Under Draco's watch, he ran off and hide himself from the world for a long time.

Worry filled the atmosphere to the point where one could almost taste it, feel it and become worried their self. Anxiety attacked like an angry hippogriff, gnawing and clawing at the heart. Hope, pain, fury, confusion, heartache all moulded into a mess of a world. The world of a single blond, trying to find the attached string to his other part, praying that it had not been severed and his mentor had been lost to the oblivion.

It was painful to see or hear or just know the story of Draco Malfoy's early visit to Hogwarts and encounters with Harry Potter. The pity that everyone felt seeing his ever-crying face, hearing his broken voice, tasting his obvious and too much broadcasted emotions, feeling his shallow and sunken-in skin no matter who they were.

He had changed way too much, as evident the day Harry Potter was discovered missing when his friends had stopped by to see him again and Draco had flung himself in their arms crying and begging for mercy. It was shown through the times he had tried to kill himself and only stopped because 'His mentor and other would not like it so much'. Proven by his flinches and aversions to touch, even to ones that were soothing and gentle like strokes of his thin hair.

Every day, at the crack of dawn, Draco would get up from wherever he was and sit on his heels on the floor, facing whatever direction he claimed Harry to be in and practically salute his presence with a bow. All too often he spent the night sitting in the same position he would use for his early morning ritual and wake that way. And until he had comforted himself with a number of bows, he would not leave or eat. Many times he had skipped meals, and many times he spoke fluently in foreign languages without any explanations as to why. But every day and night, no matter the time, Draco was in pain. Slowly breaking and dying, and no one could help him.

Time flew by, as all the days seemed the same, and before anyone realized, Hogwarts was opening for school. For some reason, Draco stopped his ritual and dragged himself to class even though he knew he would pass out many times from pure physical and mental exhaustion. Even though he knew he was a mess, a disgrace as of now to his name and pride. Even though he knew it would speed the time of his death closer, faster. He was waiting for the right time, waiting for the right reason.

That day finally came.

*POV change *

Ex-Harry traveled the world, fulfilling his part of destiny. In the natural balance of things, he would have stayed and been able to mentor his charge. But the universe was bleeding too much darkness, she called to him to leave that place. He had other places he needed to be as directed by her.

And though he worshipped her almost as much as his Lord-to-be, he almost didn't obey. He wanted to be holding Draco, protecting him like nature foretold. He knew that Draco needed him as an anchor in his life and as his mentor through the change. The only thing that keep him on his journey was her soft whisper in his head, his Lord's will and Draco's spirit-energy.

He felt guilty for stealing such precious fluid, but the universe told him it was freely given. So, as he drank his charge's essence, he gave him knowledge of the world, his world. And also, at night, he laid next to Draco and gave him silent comfort as long as only his subconscious could read it. If he began to stir, off he was like the appearance and disappearance of his own mentor.

As much as he learned about himself and who they were to become, who they are, non-Potter could not wait to actually see and touch his young snake. The more he learned of the Japaneses samurai loyalty, Chinese Daoism, American liberty, Germany's Hitler, African celebrations and South America's wildness, the less he felt connected to his Lord and charge. At least until he came upon an ancient legend of the Japanese about the Kami-men.

Kami was the great spirit that lived in all things and was wild. Many men, creatures and even gods alike tried to capture and contain its beauty. No one was successful, but the Kami felt threatened. She choose three men to be her container so that no one could capture her. They were overwhelmed by her power, obtaining the ability to summon spurts of her will as well as the ability to communicate with the beasts: lion, snake and the ruler of the sky, a cloud dragon.

Knowing that they had the Kami, they departed from each other with arrogance. All going out and consumating many relationships with brought them wealth, heirs and power. However, the longer they were apart the more they grew disatisfied and unhappy. One of them had their hair turn blue while their nose and ears became animal parts. Another had his hair grow silver like his eyes and grew claws and fangs. The last man lost all his hair and nose, his skin becoming scaly.

A pain grew in them and burned their insides with more passion as they days passed. Kami had become angry and she placed a collar on them with ties to each other's so that they could never depart from each other too far. She pushed them together with her winds and made them become lovers, like she had wanted. Her power within them grew to her pleasure and to theirs, they were able to change their forms interchangably to their desire. After they had repented, she rewarded them with their goal: to preserve the balance and live in power. And so they did, fading away when they were not needed and reincarnated when they were unto this day.

As soon as he discovered this, he contacted his Lord and was able to return to where he belonged. After all, he needed to make amends with both his lovers.

Cliffy!

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