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Diagon Alley.

It was Airion's first time witnessing anything from the wizarding world,
other than Severus and Draco.

Of course he was impressed, yet it couldn't compare to the forest, his
home.

Neci came with them. It was nice to see the two so happy; they made an
amazing looking couple, with Neci's fair looks and Severus all dark and
mysterious.

Daeron had been ecstatic when he had learned that Neci had found her heart
mate, and equally so when he learned it was Severus.

Draco and he had a good laugh at how Neci seemed to change Severus's entire
persona. He smiled more now, which both the boys were glad about.

"Come on Airion, we are going to get our books." Draco said with a slight
smile. Airion smiled back, shaking away his daydreaming and coming back to the
present. Books.

"Hey Neci, how am I paying for all this?" he asked, hurrying to catch
up with the couple.

"Ada, he has taken it upon himself to buy you everything you need, he sees
you as a hybrid, your going to be the first to truly mix wizarding and Elvin
powers."

Airion looked distraught, "Neci I can not let him buy everything! It's
too much!" she chuckled.

"Oh little one, our family is one of the richest ones in the world,
including the wizarding world, a few books and such will not even cause a
dent. Airion, Ada thinks of you as a son, he wants to buy you these things."
She said, and then lowered her voice, "Plus, if later you truly wish to
repay him, I've looked into it and your parents," she gave him a look,
"left you an overflowing vault."

He knew she was talking about the Potter vault. But if he went into that
vault it would be known that he still lived, he wasn't ready for that, at
least not yet.

"Well, I will do that." He said but then added, "Eventually. But for
now would it be alright if I maybe got a few more books besides the ones I
will require?" Neci nodded and he walked back to Draco.

"I worry about him." Neci said, watching Airion go. Severus squeezed her
hand for some form of comfort.

"As do I. He's almost like a son to me; I care about him just as much as
I do Draco."

In the book store they split up. Airion, after finding all his books began
looking for ones that interested him, he found himself looking at Quidditch
books. Draco had explained the game to him and Neci had smiled at him, saying
they would get him a broom.

Suddenly someone knocked into him, causing the books he had been carrying to
fly everywhere.

"Oi! I'm so sorry mate, I didn't see you" the person said bending
down to help him pick up the fallen books.

"It's alright" Airion said, standing back up after he retrieved all the
books.

The boy was handing back the books when he saw a title, The Ups and Downs to
Quidditch.

"Oh, that's no good, utter rubbish, the writer had no clue what he was
writing about, here," the boy said, looking at the shelf and finally
grabbing a book, "Everything and Anything: Quidditch, now this is a good
book." He said handing him the book.

"Thanks," he said as he took the offered book, "I'm Airion." The
boy smiled and stuck out his hand

"Ron Weasley, nice to meet you. You go to Hogwarts? I've never seen
you." He said.

"No, I live in an Elvish community, but I'm going to Hogwarts this
year." He said, the ginger haired boy looked surprised.

"Blimey, I've never met an Elf before, Hermione would flip. She'd be on
you asking a million questions a minute." He said, running a hand through
his hair. "She's a book worm, always got her nose in a book, can't even
appreciate Quidditch!"

"She sounds like she'd like my friend Eccaia, she's coming with me to
Hogwarts." He said smiling fondly at the thought of his friend.

"Well, I'll see you." The boy said, walking away.

Airion was just putting back the discarded Quidditch book when Draco came up
to him

"What were you doing with a Weasley?" he sneered, a look of disgust on
his face.

"He was helping me out with my books," Airion shrugged, "What's it to
you?"

"Weasleys are no good." He said

"Why?

"Because they just are. The breed like rabbits, seven children! Plus they
are dirt poor. It's disgusting. Associating with Mudbloods and such, it's
a disgrace to all purebloods" Draco said and Airion's face fell.

"Draco, seven children seems like a miracle, I would love being able to have
that many children. And being poor is not something to hold against people,
sure they are not rich like you used to be but why should it change how you
look at them? Your wealth does not make you who you are, I wore hand me downs
when I was with my old family, I never ate because they didn't feed me, I
was poor, even if my family wasn't. Does that make less of your friends?"
He said with disappointment evident in his voice.

"You're different Airion." Draco said

"No I'm not Draco. I thought you had a better judge of character. You
keep telling me you are nothing like your father, but right now I see no
difference." Airion said, walking away to talk to Neci,

Draco just stood there.

They finished their shopping in relative peace, besides the fact that Airion
was still cold to Draco, disappointed in his friend's beliefs.

Their last stop of the day was Magical Menagerie, the pet store. Neci
insisted that Airion get a pet.

He past the owls. The cats had his attention for awhile, but it seemed that
Draco, who was also getting a pet, was more enthralled with them. Toads were
not in his area of interest either. Then he saw a medium sized tank. Draco and
Neci were swooning over the kittens and Severus had decided to stay outside,
stating that an animal's only worth was as potion ingredients.

Airion approached the tank which was far in the back, almost hidden from
customers.

Inside was a snake, bright green with ammolite eyes, a mixture of green, red,
and blue. It was only about a foot in length, and quite slender. It was laying
on a piece of wood and looked bored.

'Wow, you are a beauty.' Airion whispered placing a finger against the
glass. The snake lifted its head and flicked its tongue out, tasting the air.

'Human? You are the first to speak snake tongue.' Airion looked at it in
surprise. Did the snake just speak?

'Can you really understand me?' He asked as the snake slithered towards
the glass.

'But of course, I have heard of speakers, but never met one. You have the
gift of tongue.' The snake said, now pressed against the glass, eyes staring
at Airion.

'Well, here I am, I guess. Do you like it here?' He asked, now determined
that he would buy the snake.

'No. They feed me cold, dead mice that are often rotten, they never clean
my tank and I am never let out. They are scared of me.' The snake said,
it's tail pointing at the sign attached to the cage, it read:

Emerald Mamba: Highly poisonous. Smaller than its cousins, the
non-magical green and black mamba, yet more venomous. Has many magical
purposes, most which are unidentified. Grow up to two feet. Very hostile and
most harmful spells bounce off of their scales. Rare and Dangerous.

'Ah, well you do have a bad reputation it seems. Yet if they treated you
better and didn't keep you locked up you wouldn't have cause to hurt them,
would you?' Airion asked the snake who looked pleased.

'Of course not. I only strike if provoked.' The snake answered.

'Well,' Airion said, 'I will buy you and you can be free and if you
wish, you could be my familiar and I would take care of you.' The snake
seemed to be thinking it over.

'Yes that would be fine. I like you. Plus the beautiful girl that I am
would make others jealous. That shall be funY.' The snake, now identified as
a girl said with what seemed to be a chuckle.

Airion himself laughed at what she said.

'Well, do you have a name? If not, would you like me to tell you some and
if you like it, we shall call you it?' He asked her and she nodded.

Airion pondered for a minute

'Aranel. How do you like that? It means princess in my language of the
Elves.' Airion figured it suited her, she seemed not to be lacking self
assurance, quite sure of her importance and beauty, quite like Draco. That
made Airion snicker as he pictured Draco as a princess.

The snake thought about it. 'Aranel, hm, it will do, I suppose.'

Airion smiled at her, 'As long as you promise me that you will not attack
anyone unless you can tell they are trying to kill me, then I will take you
away from here. I know you don't want restrictions, but this promise is the
only way I will be allowed to keep you.' He said and Aranel nodded her
slender green head, indicating that she was fine with this condition.

Airion signaled to the shop keeper who came over to the tank.

"I will take her, how much?" He asked, the owner, a short balding man
seemed surprised.

"Young man, I'm not sure that you understand how dangerous this
snake-." He stopped mid-sentence and sucked in his breath as Airion removed
the cover of the tank and stuck his hand in.

He gasped out loud as Aranel slithered over, flicked her tongue over
Airion's palm, and slithered to his wrist where she wrapped her self around
several times and laid her head on the top of his hand like a jewel tangling
from a intricate bracelet.

"I understand, but I have a knack for snake charming." Airion said with a
smiled, stroking her small head with his index finger and she sluggishly
flicked her tongue in a sign of contentment.

"Well, then, I-uh I guess that will be 7 galleons, 4 sickles, and 12
knuts." The man said, lost for what else to say.

"Alright, well I'm with them," Airion said pointing to Draco and Neci,
"So I will pay with them. The man just nodded and walked back to the
counter.

Airion walked over to the two and saw Draco holding a tiny grey kitten with
bright yellow eyes that was the size of his hand.

"Isn't she gorgeous? Neci helped me name her. I'm going to call her
Melda, beloved." Draco said, excitement shone in his bright eyes which made
Airion's displeasure at him disappear for a moment.

"That's great Draco, I'm getting her," He said holding up his wrist,
"I found her in the back, her name's Aranel, or princess." He smiled at
the now sleeping snake.

"Alright then boys, let's pay and go save our dear Sev from his boredom,
or shall I say, some unexpecting soul who he will take his boredom out on."
The boys laughed and they paid the man who still looked at Airion with awe.

Soon they headed to the Leaky Cauldron, where they were to stay the night
before heading back to the village. Draco and Airion were sharing a room, as
were Neci and Severus, which caused the boys to look at each other and hide
their smirks.

They said their goodnights and headed to their respected rooms.

"Why'd you pick the snake?" Draco said as he undressed until he was
only wearing his black silk boxers.

"Well, don't tell anyone because it seems rare, but it turns out I can
talk to snakes. Ara (Aranel's new nickname) understood me when I talked to
her and told me about herself. It was all quite odd." Airion said, also
stripping to his boxers, his made of silk also, but the more delicate silk
made by the elves, and his were green instead of black.

Draco took in Airion's body as he rummaged around the room, yet was shocked
back into reality by what Airion said.

"You can actually speak to her? Airion, that's amazing. The only other
person who can is The Dark Lord. Maybe you got it from him when you know."
Draco said and Airion nodded.

"Yea I thought about that too." He said and let Ara slither onto the
pillow on his bed and climbing in after her.

"Do you think they are, you know?" Draco said, nodding his head to the
wall that split the two from Severus and Neci.

Airion made a face. "Gross Draco, she's like my sister. That's
disgusting." Draco looked at him.

"Disgusting yea, not only for that reason." He muttered. Airion shot him
a look.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing Airion. Nothing." Draco said, getting into bed also yet petting
Melda a few times, causing her to purr and rub her small head into his palm.

"Draco, what happened today, I still stick by what I said, what you did
wasn't right." Airion said, filled once again with his disproval of
Draco's behavior. Draco looked down at Melda.

"I know. I know I was wrong. I know my father's philosophy is wrong.
It's just hard Airion. I grew up my entire life learning about purebloods.
How I was better than anyone. My blood was pure. I was a Malfoy. No halfblood
or Mudblood scum would ever be above me, let alone dirty traitors like the
Weasleys. I know it's wrong but it's so hard to dismantle the belief
system I grew up surrounded by."

"I know Draco, but it doesn't mean you shouldn't try. It doesn't have
to be a sudden change, but a slow process. I am a halfblood. My mother was
what you called a Mudblood. Does that mean you think less of me?" Airion
asked, getting up from his bed and sitting on Draco's.

"No. I think so highly of you Airion. I am trying and I will continue to,
it's just a complete paradigm shift. It's so hard to realize that I am
less than the Weasleys. For once I am the scum." He said, his shoulders
hunched together.

"No Draco," Airion said, pulling the boy close to him, "Never scum. You
are amazing; never doubt that, money and a name mean nothing. I was given my
second name when I was three. I am him and yet I am also Harry Potter. Who am
I Draco? You at least know who you are. You are Draco Malfoy, no matter what
your father says you are still a Malfoy. Me? I have no idea who I am."
Airion said, leaning his head against Draco's.

"Airion you don't have to be anyone other than who you feel you are. When
I see you I see Airion. The boy who loves his earth and his friends. A boy who
is split between two worlds. Yet no matter what happens or what life throws at
you, you are still strong." Draco said, entwining his pale hand with
Airion's.

The two sat there for over and hour, both emotionally spent.

Neither noticed as they fell asleep, hands still entwined.

Next door, the two adults were also getting ready for bed.

Severus walked out of the bathroom as he was toweling off his hair to find
Neci just pulling on her nightgown. He froze; towel still held up to his head
and another one hanging loosely off his slender hips.

Neci turned around, now fully clothed, to see Severus standing there and she
smiled at him.

"Like what you see? Hm?" she said, walking towards him. She took the
towel out of his hand and dropped it to the floor.

"Neci" he said, wrapping his arms around her back as they kissed.

She stopped and backed away, reaching down and pulling off her delicate
nightgown, revealing herself to her heartmate.

"Oh Neci.." He said as he took her in, she walked back to him and tugged
slightly on the towel around Severus's hips, letting that too fall to the
floor.

They fell together, a mass of skin, never parting.

It was their first time together, their bonding.

And as Severus thrust into her he realized that he would never Love anyone as
much as he loved the creature below him. She was made for him, and him, her.

She gently moved below him, moaning his name, calling for him, her nails
gripping his back as he moved slowly within her.

He found true love and screw anyone, even the Dark Lord, who tried to take
her away from him.

He bent down to kiss her deeply as they consummated their bond, creating a
stronger one that would never be able to break.

This was where he was meant to be, forever.

As the sun slowly rose, Draco's eyes flickered open.

He looked down at Airion's slight form. Their hands lay intertwined, and
Airion's body was cradled against Draco's.

Draco's dreams were full of Airion. He still couldn't make out the face,
but he knew that it was Airion, who else was as perfect as him? Yet he seemed
so innocent, so naïve, like he didn't notice Draco's appreciative
glances.

Maybe he didn't.

But Draco would still keep trying.

And if he failed, oh well. Their friendship had grown further than Draco had
expected. He would settle for the boy's friendship if he refused him. There
was something about him that made Draco want more and more. He appreciated his
friendship with Airion more than anyone else's, except maybe Severus' who was
like a father to him.

This might be his last chance to be this intimate with him and Draco wasn't
about to waste it.

He rested his head against Airion's bare shoulder and breathed his smell in
deeply. It smelt of cleanliness, earth and flowers. His eyes closed and he
fell back asleep, his lips slowly kissing Airion's shoulder as he fell into
dreamland.

Some hours later Airion woke also and slowly extracted himself from the
blonde boy's arms, hoping Draco didn't mind his breakdown and thankful
that Draco had held him like no one else ever had.

Draco had become a closer friend than anyone ever had before. He just seemed
to fit into Airion's life, they meshed together so well.

If he didn't know about his heartmate, Airion might even consider a
relationship with the boy, but he knew he couldn't.

Airion slowly padded to his bag and retrieved clothing to wear that day, and
made his way to the bathroom, but stopped as he saw Draco's tattoo.

He walked back to the boy and sat down next to him, slowly running his
fingers over the tattoo.

The tree was delicate; the leaves seemed to dance in an imaginary breeze.

For some unknown reason, Airion leant down and placed a kiss in-between the
boy's shoulder blades, onto of one small leaf. He then pulled quickly away
and walked to the bathroom, confused by his compelled behavior.

Many miles away a dark figure left his bed which held a spent blonde man. He
sat down at his desk and began writing to the head vampire.

Plans would soon be set into motion.

A massacre.

A bloodbath.

Voldemort grinned evilly, his pointed teeth glittering, his red eyes
darkening with anticipation.

All would soon be right, just as soon as he found that blasted boy. The one
that was considered dead, yet he knew better.

The boy lived on and he would not be able to accomplish his plans unless he
was disposed of. He wanted to rip the boy apart.

"M'Lord?" a voice called from his giant bed

"Lucius, are you ready yet? I am in need of your assistance." He said as
the blonde stood and padded over to him, dropping gently to his knees and
servicing his Lord.

Oh yes, this was the life. Maybe he wouldn't just get rid of the nuisance,
maybe he could keep him as a pet, that is, if he is well enough looking.

Possibly the boy and Lucius could both assist him.

He gripped the long blonde locks in his skeleton fingers and leaned his head
back, soon thrusting into the blonde's mouth as images of Lucius's grey eyes and a
pair of green eyes danced in his mind.

Nothing would be able to stop him, nothing.

Alright. This chapter was easier to write. For some reason Voldemort is easy
for me to write. Much easier than any of the other characters, but Harry is a
close second. I attempted to show Draco and Severus more in character this
chapter, I hope I did them justice. I want them to have two sides. Severus
will always be his snarky self, but Draco, like Airion is struggling between
two images of himself. Give me feedback guys. Let me know what you think.