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Silverblue-55: Thanks. I like to know that people would like to read more… and I'll keep the cliffhangers low eh?

Prd2bAmerican18 Well, one must take into account the readers' wishes. Thank you for sharing your opinion. BalrogMan65: Wow! I'm a slasher too. Thanks for voicing your opinion. I think he will end up being a Slytherin. No matter what, they still stick together. A liar you can trust to lie. An honest person you cannot. Hee hee… what would you think if I did a SS/HP slash in that story!! Lol. It will probably turn out to be Draco/Silvanis slash anyway. Sorry Prd2bAmerican18. I guess you will just have to miss out.

"What… what are those"
"What are what Draco?"

"Your… wings…?"

Silvanis turned around, catching a glimpse of the glossy black wings tucked behind him.

"Oh." He said sadly. "Come with me."

He led the way out of the room, stepping through the portrait of Salazar Slytherin and into the corridor. He walked the short distance to his father's room, mind racing with thoughts.

What now? He saw? What will Severus do to me? Will I get hurt? I'm bad. I deserve whatever he gives me. I'm just a freak, nothing more.

Draco reluctantly followed the boy, watching his wings trail along the floor, his head bowed and shoulders dropped. They were glorious wings, really. Reaching to just above his head, and trailing down to his toes, their full wingspan was about 10 feet. Draco failed to notice the gouges left in the floor where his wings trailed, but only an expert tracker, or someone who knew what they were looking for could pick them out

What does this Silvanis kid have to with my Godfather? I'm sure that Sev would never have let someone unworthy into his care. And what's with those wings? That's definitely unnatural. I wonder what his story is? How did he get to be with Sev?

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Silvanis stopped at the other hanging portrait of Salazar, waiting patiently for him to open. A look in Draco's direction and an affirmative nod were the only things required for him to gain entry.

Severus had that period off too, so he was settled in one of the armchairs, leafing through a heavy-looking Potions manual. He looked up as Silvanis entered, head bowed, followed by a curious Draco Malfoy.

"He saw." Silvanis stated, with a flutter of his wings to show what he was talking about.

Draco, who at that point had stopped admiring the room, fixed his godfather with a glare and only spoke one word. "Explain."

Severus just sighed, and began his tale of the November night for a second time. His son, who had heard it all before, sat, curled in one of the other armchairs, with his eyes downcast. He listened to Severus, who left out any mention of Harry and Lily Potter, only saying that one of the women had a child, which incidentally turned up here and suck.

"So… so you're really a Death Eater, Sev?" Draco asked quietly, pleading with his eyes for Severus to say no.

"Yes" was Severus' simple reply.

To watch the hope in Draco's eyes die was a horrible thing to witness. Silvanis, forgotten, got out of his seat and went over to Draco, lifting up his chin so he could look into his teary eyes.

"That's not all of it. Is it father?"

Severus' heart jumped at the word, feeling an unfamiliar warmth flood his veins. Silvanis didn't realise what he said, he was too caught up in staring at the floor. Even though he didn't remember, he had been taught at a younger age not to ask questions, and this stayed with him even through his memory loss.

"No, Silvanis, it's not. Are you sure you need Draco to hear this?" He asked.

"Yes." Silvanis replied.

"To put it simple, Draco, I am a spy for the Light. No matter what will happen, I will always be your godfather and you will always have a place here if the need be. I know of your decision, and that is why I am telling you all of this. You can be trusted, for deep within you, buried under all the Malfoy teachings, there is a pure heart."

By this time Severus had risen from his chair, walking over to Draco and kneeling beside him.

"You made the right choice, for the Light will triumph and the Dark will fall."

Draco; eyes bright with tears, nodded. He almost leapt out of his chair to give his godfather a hug.

Hmm… I could get used to this. Severus thought, before talking to Draco again. "You know about Silvanis, why don't you let him know about you?"

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And so started Draco talking.

It was the end of term, and I was making fun of Potter and his friends. I realise now that the only reason I did that was because they looked such a tight-knit group, always there if one of them was in trouble. I never had friends. It was always people that knew Lucius and wanted to get on his good side.

Lucius scared away most of the friends I ever had. I remember when I was small, and I had been playing in the public gardens not too far from our Manor. There was a boy that came up to me, and we eventually became friends. The first – and only – time I invited him to the Manor, Lucius was the one who stated that as a muggle he was unfit for my company, and killed him. Point-blank, with no remorse at all. That was my friend. I could never refer to my father as 'father' after that. It was always Lucius, as if he had no relation to me. Sometimes I wished so.

I could always see the Thestrals. Being around Lucius and those stupid black Marked freaks meant that I was no stranger to death. There was always at least three people held captive in our Manor. Sometimes the screams would go on for hours, into the night, only to cease suddenly, leaving only the pitiful silence to deafen you.

I hated it. Ever since I could remember, I hated it there. I hated Lucius, I hated Voldemort, I hated it all.

But then it changed. I was sick of it. I decided that this summer was the last one I would spend letting Lucius mould me into a miniature copy of himself. I told him that I didn't want to join Voldemort; that I didn't want to grovel at the knees of a halfblood. 'A Malfoy does not grovel nor kneel for anyone'. I reminded him. He didn't take it too well.

So I was kicked out. I was sure he would have disowned me by now, but it seems that some shred of compassion is stopping him. I doubt it.

I've been living in fear ever since. Afraid he would come for me, drag me back. Afraid that he would have sent Death Eaters to kill me for being an inadequate heir. Afraid.

Maybe it was the wrong this to do. I still wonder about that. Whether I made the right decision. All I know is that I've chosen my path, and I can't turn back now. Not now, not ever. This was my choice and I made it. At least I'm free now.

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Severus was unnerved by the way Draco was talking. A complete monotone, showing no emotion at all. He was staring at the wall as if it would change and show exactly what he had been talking about. Every moment, every secret.

Finally Draco finished talking, and seemed to snap back into reality, blinking and shaking his head. He turned to Severus, about to say something.

And was interrupted by a scream.

They whipped around, only to find Silvanis on the floor, twisting as if to get away from something only he could see.