Authors note: Hi everyone, Happy Valentine's Day though much good it is for us poor single people. Hope everyone had a great day, drowning in self bought chocolate and drowning in lovely Drarry fluff. Sadly the next chapter doesn't contain much romance, much to Harry's annoyance hehe but it is too soon for our boys...for now at least. So I present to you Chapter 9 Whoop whoop.
Summary: See Prologue for full summary
Warnings: Violence, bad language and BoyXBoy romance, self made spells, Oh and I'll just apologize beforehand. If any characters appear to be a bit OC sorry, since I am not the brilliant and talented J.K. Rowling I do not possess the ability to capture the true essence of the Harry Potter characters.
Disclaimer: Sniff sniff, I don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K Rowling and The Warner Brothers. I am simply playing around with the characters to satisfy my Drarry desires.
Thanks to:
natsuki23: Haha love to have surprised you with Draco's fall and to answer your question about why Hogwarts is so angry, it despises Draco for allowing the Death Eaters entrance to it's halls, who in return had caused much destruction upon the castle itself. Hogwarts doesn't act rational so would have sudden outburst in which it acts upon it's negative emotions towards Draco. As the story develops you'll learn more ;) Ahhh Draco's pride now that is going to take a while to deflate... just be patient. Thanks for the review! Enjoy!
sweetthang3392: Thanks so much for leaving a review. Glad you liked it! :D
Chapter 9
Footsteps echoed in the dark hallways, long fingers trailed against the black walls caressing the creases of the cold stone as they passed. The figure stilled, as a breeze licked his fingertips. Pointing his wand in the direction of the draft he trailed the tip across the dark stone, whistling a peculiar note that seemed to resound in the passageway, each resonance returning in a different octave. The figure tapped his wand against the stone once and a shudder ran through the wall as it shifted and moved to reveal a hidden door.
Golden runes glimmered on the oaken wood, twisting and turning, as the man neared them. They seemed to chime at him, and when he reached for one of them it morphed into the shape of a fox, whining as the figure stroked its golden fur. The fox yelped and leaped onto his hand sinking its small sharp teeth into his flesh. The man did not move as the creature licked at his wound, a crimson sickle forming upon its delicate forehead. The creature looked up at him and howled. Then it was gone. The oaken door clicked open and the man entered the room beyond it. A golden fox watched as the man was swallowed by the shadows that lurked within.
Hundreds of small candles lit up as the figure past them, lighting the triangular room. In the center stood a large iron cage, a hooded figure was frantically scribbling away on a yellow parchment with a quill.
"Have there been any changes?" The figure asked the hooded man, his voice silky and clear, as he walked towards the cage. The man placed down his quill, and bowed low nodding. "Is that so…" The tall man touched an iron bar of the cage stroking the metal with a long finger nail.
"Yes, Sir Feranight. It had begun to sing…" The hooded man bowed once again before handing over a small key. Feranight smiled as he took it, gently rubbing his thumb over the delicate carvings that covered the shiny metal piece. He peered at the dark shadow that lurked behind the bars; a sinful grin revealing his perfect white teeth. He covered his face with one hand as an eerie chuckle escaped from his thin lips.
"Soon, Draco, very soon your metamorphosis will begin…"
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Draco sat on one of the many hospital beds ignoring the two other occupants who had brought him to the infirmary. Harry and Damian were chatting away as they waited for madam Pomfrey. No matter how many times the blond had told them to leave, they just would not relent. Finally the Medical Witch returned, she gave the group one glance before clicking her tong in irritation.
"I'll be with you momentarily, Mr Malfoy." The woman said in a cool voice as she headed towards a medical cabinet, grabbing some potion bottles and heading towards the door. A group of frightened first years, peaked in, staring at Draco as if he was Death himself. Pomfrey ushered them out and closed the door behind her.
"Well I have to be leaving now, good luck." Damian patted Harry's back as he walked towards the door. "Oh and Draco, it's been a pleasure serving as your cushion. Hopefully you'll fall on me again sometime." He grinned at the Malfoy heir as the older boy turned red in anger and embarrassment. Damian quickly closed the door as a pillow was thrown his way, colliding with a thud against the wood. Draco growled in annoyance as his attack failed. Harry couldn't help but snicker at the mini tantrum the blond was throwing.
"Isn't it time for you to go Potter, I am sure your Gryffindor Groupies are waiting in anticipation for their Golden Boy to return to them." Harry ignored the snide remark, feeling mischievous he gave a devilish smile and hurdled himself on the other end of the bed that Draco was sitting on. The Slytherin yelped as the sudden weight of the Gryffindor on the opposite side of the bed bounced him upwards.
"What in Merlin's name did you fucken do that for! You stupid, moronic, waste of magic." Harry just snickered which enraged the blond even more. He cursed the raven haired boy in all the languages that he knew. The green eyed boy tried to haul in his anger at the insults but every time he tried he would remember Draco's face and his unmanly yelp which just set him off into more uncontrollable fits of laughter.
"Stop laughing at me Potter!" The Slytherin screamed, his face flushed with ire and Harry stared at the ignited liquid silver that glared at him. He stared back, not planning to back down. Somehow it ended in a staring contest since neither of the wizards dared to blink. It didn't last long before a giggle escaped from Harry's lips which grew into a loud laugh. Draco screeched lunging himself at the infuriating Gryffindor.
It turned into a full on wrestling match as Draco tried to strangle the tittering twat. Draco succeeded for a few seconds as Harry was still weak from his giggle fit, he sat on Boy Wonder's chest, hands wrapped around his neck but his own strength was still sapped so he could not tighten his grip enough to stop the oxygen from reaching the raven haired boy's lungs. The Boy who lived recovered quickly though and easily lifted the blond of his chest; holding him at arm's length above him. Draco growled, struggling weakly as the previous lunge had taken what little energy he had left, leaving him completely drained.
"You're really light!" Harry announced before he could stop himself. Sometimes he hated his Gryffindor personality, as he blurted out exactly what was on his mind. Draco gave him a half-hearted sneer. "Jealous, Potter?"
"Hardly, don't fancy being a scrawny prat, thank you very much." Draco snorted rolling his eyes. Deciding that he couldn't hold the Slytherin like that forever, he tossed the blond back. Draco landed on his back, the springs squeaking. "Brute!" Draco murmured his voice faint. He closed his eyes, as the beginnings of a headache pricked at his weary mind.
"Say, Malfoy… What exactly happened today?" Harry asked softly, the question had been bothering him since the incident had occurred but there just hadn't been an opportunity to ask the blond. Damian didn't seem to be troubled by it as much; if Harry didn't know better he would say that the honey brown, haired boy was used to it. Well we do live in a magical world, so it might not seem that unusual but seriously the younger Slytherin could've acted a bit more surprised. There was a limit at how carefree one could be. Wasn't there?
Harry watched as Draco sat up, resting his back on the iron rail at the head of the hospital bad. His eyes were still closed, his chest rising slowly as the pure blood took gentle breaths. "Nothing, Potter…"
"Don't bullshit me. A bloody ceiling just split open, spiting you out and you say it was nothing. Stop with the crap. I want the truth Malfoy!" Draco tensed at the low voice of the Golden Boy; the Slytherin gritted his teeth as the pounding in his head intensified. He was starting to feel numb; the only thing that kept him conscious was his stubbornness. He would not be caught fainting in front of the bloody Saviour of the Wizardry World. He could hear the Gryffindor shuffle forward.
"Malfoy…" It was no more a question, but a demand. Draco cringed as the Gryffindor shook his shoulder softly. "What happened?" The Malfoy Heir's breath shook as he exhaled, finally giving in. He had no more energy to fight; he only wanted to get rid of the annoyance before him and go to sleep. His head hurt and felt fuzzy. His body shivered from the cold that seeped its way into his pastel skin.
"I don't know… I don't know. I don't understand what is going on. I think it hates me…" Harry listened intently at the Slytherin hushed voice. "What hates you?" He asked apprehensively, in an equally soft whisper. Draco opened his eyes slightly, looking into the green forest that was gazing at him with that strange emotion, the one he had given him during breakfast. His fearful grey eyes glanced at one of the many large windows of the room. He watched as lightning flashed in the distance, the thunder booming seconds later as the word escaped from his thin blue lips. "Hogwarts…"
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Madam Pomfrey rushed in before Harry could fully digest the information he had just been given. She was at Draco's side just as the boy had lost consciousness, thunder rumbled in the background as the healer cast her diagnostic charms on the Slytherin. Spell after spell was cast, and Harry felt his heart tighten. He listened to Madam Pomfrey muttering things such as "How can this be?" or "Impossible!" She suddenly turned on him, her eyes firm. "Please go fetch Professor Snape and hurry!"
Harry rushed out of the Hospital Wing down towards the dungeons hoping that Snape had not chosen today to slither out of his potions room. Luck was on his side as he caught sight of the wafting black robes of the gloomy man as he stalked the hallways of the dungeon. Snape glowered at the unpleasant sight of one Harry Potter panting and wheezing as his lungs burned from lack of oxygen. The Potions master did pick up one word from the many incomprehensible things the Gryffindor was spouting. Malfoy…
Snape didn't spare a second and burst through the large doors of the hospital wing. Harry watched as Snape hastily opened Draco's robes, a deep frown permanently plastered on his stoic face. Quick fingers unbuttoned the white shirt that covered the thin boy's torso; the onyx eyes did not miss the blood stains that decorated the white material. Harry couldn't help but blush a bit as the Potions Professor removed the clothes, revealing the smooth, pale skin that was draped over the scrawny frame of the Slytherin.
The Potions Master placed his large right hand upon the Slytherin boy's chest, his thumb positioned in line with his sternum, fingers following the path of his ribs that caged his heart. He touched the pale boy's forehead with two fingers of his left hand, caressing his cheek gently with a coarse thumb. Inhaling slowly, he closed his eyes as he chanted a spell that Harry was not familiar with. Harry listened carefully as the Slytherin man drawled the incantation that seemed to cool the air around him, his breath misting before his face as he repeated the words. "Magica potestatem transferre"
It seemed to be working as color returned to the blonde's ashen face, but soon the air around the unconscious boy started to become static, bolts of electricity slid over his frame like snakes, pausing at the hands of the Potions Professor before striking. Snape hissed as long scorch marks coated his hands. Small droplets of crimson blood formed where the skin had burst open to allow the electric serpent to slither through and back onto his godson's ribcage, daring him to try again. Snape was about to accept its challenge, when a small hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Severus, he is denying you access. Any attempts you make would only injure you both further." Snape glared at the small snakes that taunted him and he turned towards the calm voice of Madam Pomfrey. "What do you suppose we do then Poppy?! He doesn't have much magic left. I will not sit here and watch my godson fade away when I have the ability to do something about it." The man bellowed, his eyes arctic cold, like a raging blizzard that stubbornly continued on. Concern had shortened his temper and any forms of formalities were forgotten in its wake.
The medi-witch eyed her patient thoughtfully, before her gaze traveled towards the fidgeting Gryffindor to her right. Harry seemed to be standing on his toes as he tried to peek past the tall frame of Severus Snape. His eyes gleamed with worry, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern as he didn't know what was going on. She bit her lip as an idea crossed her mind. It would be risky and no doubt the Potions Master was going to hate the very thought, but it was all she could think of that could possibly save the Malfoy heir's life.
"Let Harry try…" Harry's eyes widened as the Healer turned towards him. Snape looked furious at the suggestion, but his complaints were silenced by the severe glare she gave him. "He's dying, it might be the only choice we have." The Potions Master gritted his teeth and he exhale sharply, reeling in as much patience as he could muster. "Get over here, Potter!" The Slytherin spat, fury clearly dripping from every pore of his taut body.
Harry shuffled towards him, not really understanding what he was supposed to do and cautious of the clearly irate professor. He felt uneasy as Snape looked down at him. "But, I'm awful with healing magic…?" Harry stated uncertainly and Professor Snape huffed sarcastically as if saying that wasn't the only magic the Gryffindor was bad at. Pomfrey placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "The spell you're about to preform isn't healing magic, Harry. You see, Mr Malfoy's magical core is running low on magical energy. I don't know how, as he hasn't used his magic, but something is draining his core and once it is depleted, he could die." Harry's jaw dropped at the thought of Draco lying dead before him. His heart tightened painfully when he glanced at the still boy.
"What should I do?" Harry clenched his fists, determination burning in his green eyes, inflaming the emerald orbs. "You will be transferring some of your magical energy directly to his core; just enough to keep him stable, I will handle the rest from there." She gave his shoulder one last squeeze in encouragement, before pushing him forward. Snape grabbed his wrist as Harry automatically reached out, about to touch the boy in front of him.
"Listen to me carefully, Potter. Follow my instructions and pay close attention, this is no first-year charm. You cannot rely on your insufferable Potter luck, to drag your Gryffindor hide through this, for you would be dragging my godson along with you!" Harry glared back at the man, but remained quiet as he nodded in understanding; he knew he would not be able to do this without the Potions Master's guidance. Snape didn't release his wrist and before Harry could rip his arm back, the stern professor had placed his palm upon Draco's cool chest. He could feel the soft beating of the Slytherin boy's heart beneath his fingers. He marveled at the velvety feeling of the blonde's flawless skin and the only thing that ruined the perfection was a large but faint scar across his chest, like a crack over his heart. Harry flinched as he realized that he had given the boy that scar with the 'Sectumsempra' curse during their fight in the prefect's bathroom in 6th year.
"Place your thumb on his sternum, inline it with the bone. This will open a pathway to Draco's magical core, you must contain the skin to skin contact or else the pathway will be severed. Let each of your remaining fingers follow the curve of one of his ribs. They should not share, or else it will be broken during the transfer. These fingers would form a protective barrier around his heart, regulating his heart beat with yours. It is important that you do not place too much pressure on his ribcage or else you will be opening a new path for the magical energy to flow through." Harry followed each instruction carefully, entirely focused on Snape's voice and the placement of his fingers.
"Now place your middle and index fingers of your left hand on the center of his forehead. This will connect you with his being, his very existence. Here you should add some pressure, for it will serve as an anchor for his spirit, binding it to the living world, preventing him from losing himself. After you have settled yourself, repeat these words: 'Magica potestatem transferre.' You will feel a gateway opening, concentrate on that opening and push your magic through gently. There will be resistance sometimes, but do not force yourself through; they are simply testing the nature of your magic. If you use force, they will retaliate, draining your magic without taking it in, isolating you within the chaotic nature of another's core. Be patient and wait for them to grant you access. After you have passed through them, you will start to feel something pulling you in. Don't fight it, and simply let your energy flow into it steadily. Not too much or you would overpower it, damaging Draco's magical core. Understand Potter?"
Harry nodded, running the instructions through his head. He inhaled slowly as he steadied himself; relaxing his shoulders as he repeated the spell. He could feel magical energy around him, surrounding himself and the unconscious Slytherin. It was warm as it brushed past him and it took him a moment to recognize that it was his own. The raw magic licked his skin, comforting him and urging Harry on, anticipating the moment its master will call upon it. Reassured, he concentrated on locating the gateway to Draco's core. His own magic followed him, sometimes guiding him, other times falling behind as something caught its interest.
"Curious thing aren't you" He thought to himself, secretly amused at the inquisitive child-like nature of his magic. Harry found the gateway and his magic hesitated, vibrating a small growl of displeasure at the entrance, as it sensed the foreign magic that lied within. It also didn't help that the gateway resembled the Veil of Death. It looked like an open archway made of some strange substance, magic crackling where the veil would have hung. The raven haired boy waited a few seconds for his magic to calm down before moving ahead, cautious of the unfamiliar energy swirling around him without order. The passageway felt strange, it was neither warm nor cold. It felt empty and hollow and Harry had to resist the urge to turn back, as the bareness of the trail distressed him. It was just such a lonesome place, the type of place Harry usually tried to avoid. It reminded him too much of his childhood.
Harry felt a waft of cool air push him back and his magic instantly heated up to counter the cool presence. Harry had to reign in the frantic surge of power that wanted to fight back, protective over its master. The Gryffindor calmly waited for the breeze to still, before he continued forward. He felt many different kinds of resistances, which ranged from fire whirlwinds, icy waves, lightning barricades and frozen barriers, yet each of them felt hollow, like a mere shadow of what it could be. Then there was the overpowering surges of what felt like nothing. If Harry had to describe it, he would say it was like being examined by pure magic, no strings attached.
Each obstacle of resistance taunted his magic, urging Harry's own fiery power to lose control. Harry had a difficult time as his magic rumbled and sparked and he quickly contained and calmed the raging beast before the next resistance came. It was a slow process, but at last he broke free. He found himself in what looked like a plane of ice, jagged and slanted crystals sprouted in no pattern that he could discern. The ice formed a massive bubble-like enclosure, cold yet sheltered.
Harry could feel a gentle tug on his magic and turned towards it, letting his magic flow freely. It was an odd sensation, not entirely pleasant. Harry could sense Draco's magic, it was faint but there and as the raven haired boy concentrated on the faded sent, he was distracted by another presence. Something which held immense power hovered over Draco's magical core like a shadow. Harry jerked as his magic reacted to the unknown existence, igniting and sparking around him, like a protective cloak. Flames formed a griffin, large blazing wings spread wide magnificently, golden eyes glowed with fury as it screeched viciously, lashing out at all in its path. The colossal griffin crouched over Harry like a mother protecting her cub, shielding him from the threatening shadow.
Sparks were shooting around Harry as his eyes shot open; he could still feel something tugging at his magic eagerly, but could not calm the wild surge of magic around him as it raged. "Concentrate, Potter!" Harry tried to calm his berserk magic, but the sight of Draco halted him. The Slytherin Ice Prince was in pain, his pale eyebrows were furrowed, his cheeks flushed, thin lips parted slightly as he gasped for air. The Gryffindor could feel the feverish skin of the blond boy dampening with sweat beneath his hands. Panic seized the jade eyed boy as his magic erupted, bursting potion bottles and cracking windows. "Control your bloody magic, Potter!" Snape hissed at him.
"I can't!" Harry yelled back, voice breaking, his fingers trembling. He couldn't look away from the suffering Slytherin boy. His mind screamed at him to calm down, but Harry was paralyzed with fear, he didn't know what he should do. "For the love of Merlin!" Large hands cupped Harry's face, the coarse palms cooling the Gryffindor's wet cheeks; he hadn't noticed the few warm tears that had run down his face. Rough thumbs brushed his damp eyelashes, covering his eyes and breaking his intent gaze riveted on Draco.
"Sedandum animum puerum istum" A white light enclosed Harry's mind. He found himself lost in an ageless snowy landscape, tiny snowflakes falling to the ground in an slow unending flurry , ever so gently. Harry inhaled the crisp clean air, as a frosty, yet refreshing breeze ruffled his hair in a loving caress. The Gryffindor reached out his hand, letting the puffy icicles collect on his palm.
"Uncle Sev! Uncle Sev!" Harry turned towards the voice, but found nothing except the changeless snowy plane . He heard the soft giggle of a child, the sound echoing in the frozen landscape. "I love the snow! You wanna know why?" Harry spun around, yet was once again met with nothing. "Because it's colourless and cold! Maman told me that the snow is the frozen tears of Sola, the Dragon. When it snows, he is flying in the sky above us." Once again the childlike voice giggled, but this time it sounded broken, as if interrupted by tears. "Sola's a dragon, just like me…" A gush of wind drowned out the rest of the sentence. Harry tried following the voice, but his wrist was unexpectedly encaged by something holding him back. When he looked up in the direction of the constriction, his eyes fell on the solemn form of Severus Snape, scowl ever present on his stony face. Harry blinked, his mind felt hazy, as if he was in a deep sleep.
"What is this place?" Harry asked the Potions Master curiously. Snape turned away from him, his dark eyes scanning their surroundings. "A place I created" Harry stared at the sky in awe, snow falling on the lenses of his glasses. He felt so at ease in this winter wonderland, nothing could hurt him here. "Why?" He asked softly, more to himself, not expecting an answer from his most hated professor, but was surprised as the man answered in a silent low voice. "To calm the mind of a small dragon…"
They stood in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Harry decided for once not to pester the Potions Professor any further. "This spell will not last long so listen carefully Potter, once we leave this place you must focus all of that little attention span you have on hauling in your annoyingly disobedient magic."
"What about Malfoy?"
"You have supplied Draco with an efficient amount of magic power to satisfy his core. Now you need to sever the link of the transfer. I will assist you with that, seeing that you could not even follow a few simple instructions without losing control."
"It's not like I didn't try!" Harry answered, vexed by the Potions Master's disdain of his efforts.
"Not hard enough… Time is running out. I will act as your guide." The forbidding man lifted his hand to Harry's forehead, but before he could touch the skin, a mass of energy exploded into the endless landscape. Harry recognized the energy as the black shadow that had covered Draco's core. As the shadow sped towards Snape, it was followed by a flaming griffin. The two energies collided, a chaotic battle of power swirling around the stunned forms of Snape and Harry. Harry's magic lashed out at the shadow as a tendril of darkness reached out towards Snape.
The next thing Harry knew, it was like the air exploded and he saw Snape being pushed from the landscape, followed by the immense griffin and the irate Shadow, still struggling against one another. Harry gazed around in shock at the now quiet landscape. He didn't know how Snape was evicted from his own dreamscape, but anything strong enough to make it possible was a force to be reckoned with.
Harry started wandering around, his dazed mind still trying to process what had just felt. His body thrummed from being in the presence of such immense magical power, making Harry edgy and anxious. It was not helping his goal of calming down at all. Harry took deep breaths, but it was all for naught as adrenalin surged through his veins, his body on high alert. A sudden child-like giggle split the air, before it faded away again. Harry turned around and around, but he could not find the source. Another giggle sounded, but this one faded into sobs before all became silent again. Just as Harry thought he was all alone there and resolved himself to have to find his own way out, a soft whisper was carried in the wind.
Faint sobs reached his ears and Harry squinted through the white snowflakes in the direction it was coming from. At first he thought there was nothing again, but then he saw an impossibly tiny form sitting on the ground, huddled up in a blanket. Harry tried to make out what the figure was, but it was only when he was next to it, that he realized it was a young child wrapped in a midnight blue children's blanket. One corner of the blanket was fashioned like a hood, which looked like the head of a dragon. The hood was pulled over the small child's face, while the rest of the blanket covered the child's body. Harry could see the child's body quivering with sobs.
"Hello. Are you all right? Why are you crying?" Harry asked as he kneeled next to the tiny bundle. The child stilled, before the face of the dragon cautiously lifted as the child peeked up at the stranger before him. Huge luminescent silver eyes gazed up at Harry, frightened, yet a spark of curiosity flared up. The fear won out however and the small child scrambled back.
"Hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Don't worry, I just want to help." Harry could see that the child was a small boy, his scrawny arms lifted in front of his face as he cowered away from Harry. Harry's heart broke at the sight of the frightened child and he wondered what could have happened to cause such a reaction. Flashbacks of his own childhood danced in the front of his mind, but Harry determinedly ignored them as he reached out slowly to the boy, holding his hand out invitingly. The pale boy eyed it for a moment before the silver met green once again.
Harry held still as the boy examined him and after a while the boy's shoulders seemed to relax and he shakily stood up. Harry guessed the boy was about five or six years old and as the boy took small steps forward, Harry smiled warmly at him.
"Who are you? Uncle Sev said only he and I could come here." Harry realized that this must be the small dragon Professor Snape was talking about and he smiled again.
"I'm Harry. Your uncle Sev brought me here to help me calm down. Is that why you are here as well?" the boy's eyes seemed to darken and he hunched his shoulders, making him look even smaller if that was possible. Harry had the urge to take the tiny form into his arms and cuddle him till he wasn't frightened anymore, but sadly he knew that would probably frighten him even more. The high, melodious voice broke him out of his thoughts.
"Uncle Sev brings me here because I love the snow. I don't want to go back to them, so he brings me here to play with the snowflakes. They can't come here see. So I can play all I want!" a smile seemed to light up the delicate, pale face of the boy, before it crumbled again. "But I can't stay here for long. Uncle Sev says it's not healthy and that maman would miss me." Harry smiled at the dejected boy and sat on the snow. His eyes were now about level with the small boy's eyes.
"Don't you get lonely here, all by yourself?" the boy's eyes seemed to lighten up again and he giggled. "Silly Harry, I'm not alone! I have Sola with me! We play a lot of games, because sometimes uncle Sev can't stay here with me, so I bring Sola." Harry tried to remember where he had heard of Sola again. As if the boy heard his unasked question, he pointed to the dragon blanket.
"This is Sola. Maman gave him to me and told me his story. We are friends because he is just like me. He also likes the snow, so we play in it together." Harry suddenly remembered the story of the mosaic room that Damien had told him about. He also recalled the child's voice talking to Snape about the snow, which he now realized, was this boy's voice. "Well, that's good. I'm sure Sola is a great friend." The boy nodded excitedly and inched closer to Harry, seemingly without realizing he was moving, instinctively searching for the warm that radiated from Harry.
"Are you alone here? Where is uncle Sev? Did he leave you here?" the small boy's questions reminded Harry of his dilemma. He had no way out and he had to hurry, else he would hurt Draco even further. "Yes, I'm alone. I have to hurry back or someone is going to get hurt. Sadly, I don't know how to get back. Do you know how to?" the boy enthusiastically nodded for the second time and before harry knew what was happening, he was pulled up and along by the rambling boy, his blanket flapping behind him like a cloak, or the wings of a dragon. His hand felt so cold and small in Harry's warm large hand and Harry automatically tightened his hold, scared that the boy was going to disappear.
"Uncle Sev said if I want to leave, I just have to imagine the place I want to go and say 'retour á la maison.' So just imagine where you want to go and say that." The boy grinned up shyly at Harry. "Thank you, I'll try that." The boy suddenly seemed to realize that Harry was going to leave now and a shadow entered his bright eyes.
"Are you going now? Can't you stay for a bit?" Harry kneeled down and put his hands on the boy's petite face, gazing deep into his eyes that reminded Harry of the moonlight when it shone on water. Deep and full of shadows, but so beautiful it takes your breath away. "Yes, I have to go. Someone needs my help, because they are in danger." The boy nodded, but Harry could see his shoulders were slumped and an air of loneliness hung tangibly around the boy, surrounding him in its smothering aura.
"I'll ask Snape if I can come see you again. You don't have to be alone; I'll visit whenever I can. Then next time you can show me all the games you and Sola play in the snow. What do you think?" Harry didn't know what had possessed him to say that, but the boy's reaction made it all worth it, even if Snape would probably skewer him with his beam of deathly gloom and then gut him like a fish for daring to ask such a request. The boy lighted up again and giggled happily as he twirled in the snow.
"Yes please! Sola and I will show you all the games and how to catch snowflakes on your tongue and make snow angels and a snowman and then-" Harry laughed as the boy babbled on, still twirling in the snow when he slipped and Harry caught him, still laughing at the happily flushed face of the boy. "Calm down little dragon, otherwise you are going to fall. I have to go now, but I'll be back as soon as possible. Do you think you'll be ok alone?" the boy giggled again as he gave Harry a shy hug and then danced backwards, his blanket swirling around his body like a protective embrace. As Harry concentrated on the hospital wing and started to get pulled away, he heard the boy's voice resound in his mind.
"Silly Harry. I'm never alone, as long as I have Sola with me…"
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Word meanings:
Maman- French for mommy.
Magica potestatem transferre- Latin meaning 'magical power transfer'
Sedandum animum puerum istum- Latin meaning 'calm the mind of this child'
retour á la maison- French meaning 'back home'