A/N Ha! I finally started on chapter eleven, despite the stupid writers block that seemed to want to keep this chapter still hidden in my head. I am sorry about the wait, between the writers block and my muses tendency to want to nap when I write, I was fighting shadows and getting nowhere. Anyway, its done now. TTYL.
Oh, yeah. Don't own it. The Mistress of the Magical World, A.K.A. J.K. Rowling, does.
Okay, changes in writing. 'this is now thoughts' Just in case you get confused.
I sit in the den with Harry, Addy, and Abby, staring into the fire.
'The tumor that once could have been called a family has been lanced out of existence.'
I look down at the dark head of my one and only mate.
'Its bittersweet, this feeling. I'm glad they're gone, but on the other hand, I'm sorry that Harry felt he had to do something that he so obviously abhorred.'
He must have felt my gaze because he looks up and smiles softly.
I lean down and kiss his nose. Those emerald eyes shine bright enough to blind with love and trust for me.
"You two are so sweet," coos either Addy or Abby from the opposing couch.
"You are too right, my dear sister," answers the other twin.
"Sweet reminds me of candy….."
"Which reminds me of food…"
"Which leads me to the kitchen…"
"Which means we are off to raid the kitchen…"
"Bye!" they finish in unison.
I look back at Harry, who looks really, really confused.
"Twin speak. They do that a lot. Being so close in the womb for nine months, they can read each other's thoughts so they just speak the same sentence one after the other just for the joy of confusing people."
"Uh huh. Well, I guess I'll get used to it…eventually," Harry sighs.
I laugh and hug him tight to me.
"It does take some getting used to. But, eventually you get to the point where you can understand them." I assure him.
I lean in to kiss him again and was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I call to whomever was at the door.
The door opens to reveal Melissa, our lead servant and family friend.
"Excuse me, but there is a Miss Cheryl Arryia wanting to see you. She says its urgent. There is
also a blonde angel with her. Would you like me to let them in?"
"Yes, of course. Let them in. Oh, and, Melissa? Stop talking so much," I tell her.
She smiles and shakes her head as she holds the door for Cheryl and the blonde stranger.
It was an old joke between us. When she arrived here she was a really withdrawn and quiet sixteen year old girl. I finally tired of her silence and told her to stop talking so much, she was going to talk her jaw into arthritis. She then turned to me, startled, and said she hadn't said anything. I had grinned and told her that that was my point, she didn't talk enough. She looked at me strangely and did something that I had never heard her do, she laughed. She laughed so hard that there were tears streaming down her face. Being all of fourteen years old, I was rather affronted by this at first, but soon I was laughing too.
I was jerked out of my reverie when the angel walked in. He did have blonde hair, but he also had white robes, and white wings. We were being visited by the elite of the Angel population.
The angel walks straight in and made a beeline to Harry and knelt in front of him.
"Sire," the angel mutters reverently.
Harry looks down at the kneeling angel hesitantly and gets up and takes a step back, obviously unnerved by the display of affection by a stranger.
I looks from Cheryl to the angel and back again, giving her a curious raising of the eyebrow.
"Gabriel, please. He doesn't know what's going on, please tone it down," Cheryl murmurs to the now kowtowing angel.
Said angel looks up, startled.
"How could he not know what's going on? He's the prince! He should know the happenings of everything!" the angel stresses.
"Well, that didn't quite happen," Cheryl drawls sarcastically.
"Why ever not?" Gabriel asks, confused.
"He was…"
"I was kidnapped when I was eight from my rightful family. The people who took me used me as their personal slave and sex toy until they decided to get rid of me by attempting to kill me near my eighteenth birthday. Only about a week ago actually," Harry calmly interrupts and tells the bewildered angel.
In a flash the angel's on his feet and holds a fiery sword.
"Where are these that dare hurt my prince?" he growls.
"Your too late, we already killed them," I drawl in the trademark Malfoy fashion.
Gabriel blinks and lowers the sword. He looks from me to Harry, seemingly trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. A nod from Harry and I must have served as all the confirmation that he needed because the sword vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Okay then. Then vengeance is served. Now, tell me, who do you think you are?" He asks Harry.
"Umm, I'm just Harry. Harry the former punching bag of the Dursley family and Harry the current mate of Draco," Harry answers, unsure about the question.
Gabriel smiles softly and nods.
"That is true, but do you know who you are?"
"Apparently not, seeing as your still asking me that same question," Harry drawls slowly.
The angel smirks at this and takes a seat on a chair.
"Well, sire, you are the product of a piece treaty between the Dark and Light. Your mother was…is…whatever….the princess of the Light and your father was the prince of the Dark. When I found out that our missing prince had been found, I was overjoyed. I still am, I only wish it had been with better circumstances of your being found. You have learned of your Demon abilities, now it is my job to teach you of your Angel ones; well those that I can teach you of."
At Harry's quizzical glance he expands on his statement.
"You, my dear boy, are the only known Angel/Demon half-breed in half a millennium. The last was my name sake, the Archangel Gabriel. Seeing as he is long since passed on from this life with the death of his mate, he can not teach you. I will do the best as I can, but this will be a learning experience for me as well, so bear with me. To start off, have you ever tried to tap into your angelic powers?"
I look at Harry, interested in his response.
"Well, no. I only just got used to myself being a demon, I hadn't even started on the angel bit. Let me guess, you're here to train me?" Harry asks in return, already knowing the answer.
The angel didn't even have to answer, he just smiles.
Harry simply sighs and sits heavily on the couch, muttering, "This is going to be a long night."
I smile softly at my mate and sit next to him, looking up at the angel, waiting for whatever happens next.
"Yes, I will be training you, but not here. We have to meet Albus Dumbledore, the current leader of the Light, mortals call him God." Gabriel tells Harry, a half second before grabbing both Harry and myself and whisking us off to who knows where.
After a whirl of retina searing white light and gut wrenching motion, I landed in an ungraceful heap
on a fluffy white substance that I am going to assume is clouds.
I slowly pick myself up and look around, only to find myself alone for some strange reason.
"You are not alone, my son. You simply are in a separate room from the rest of your friends," a voice coming from behind me felt the need to inform me.
I whirl around, ready to kill whoever decided it prudent to sneak up on a demon, only to find an old man with flowing white hair and a long beard in tie-dye floor-length robes.
"And who the hell are you?" I ask.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, Leader of the Light and a God to the mortals. And you are Draco Malfoy, the mate of my long lost grandson too many times great to mention. Now that introductions have been completed, what do you say to meeting up with the rest of your little party?"
I nod and follow the older angel back from whence he had come.
Walking through white hall after blinding white hall we passed doors that appeared to be made out of the same fluffy substance as the walls, doors that I think only God knew where they led.
'Note to self, ask where mysterious doors lead.'
I walk mindlessly until I crash into the wings of the angel preceding me. He looks back at me in amusement then nods in the direction in front of us. There stands Harry facing away from us. It appeared that Harry had not been idle while I was regaining my wits. His angelic wings had been discovered, with one small distinction, his left wing was pitch black.
I must have made quite a lot of noise when I fainted because the last thing I saw was Harry's face turning around, the essence of beauty.
Some Time Later
I open my eyes to brightness, again. Only this time I immediately close them.
'Why is this place so freaking bright? Somebody turn off the lights.'
"Welcome back to the world of the living," Harry's amused voice floats over to my ears.
I open my eyes to tiny slits and turn my head to see the laughing eyes of my mate.
"Yeah well, you try landing, alone, in a strange place; meeting God, who happens to be wearing tie-dye purple robes that offend my eyes to no end, and then finding your mate with wings. Its understandable that I was a little overwhelmed," I huff
"Well, at least we know he's alive," comments Cheryl from her post by the door to whatever room they stuck me in.
I look over at her and slap on a perfectly angelic smirk…if such a thing actually exists…..and lock eyes with Harry's dear mother.
She reacts as I knew she would, she smirks back.
"You two are scary sometimes, you know that?" Harry asks from beside me.
We both turn to him and say in unison, "We know,"
"Now that's just creepy," Gabriel and Harry mutter to themselves, only half a beat off.
By some sort of silent communication that I don't want to delve too deep into; Cheryl and I start to laugh maniacally at the two hapless angels…erm…half-angel in Harry's case.
A quiet clearing of a throat brings our attention to the abandon doorway where none other than
Albus Dumbledore (aka God) stands looking just a tad too amused.
"I see you have all found each other. Harry, maybe you should explain what's going to poor Draco. From his previous reaction I'd say he's rather confused…"
"No shit, Sherlock," I mutter.
Albus just continues on as if I had not said a word while the rest look ready to die from lack of oxygen to the brain due to laughing their asses off.
"….about this whole situation. I mean if I had come into the room to find my mate without wings, I would have done the same thing."
I shake my head at the strange old angel and turn to Harry.
"How about it, what the hell happened that you grew wings?" I ask my grinning mate.
"Well, first off, I landed probably like you did; on my backside. I was met by Gabriel who took me to the room you saw before you passed out. I don't know where you were but we talked for about two hours before I felt comfortable trying what we had been talking about. It was way easier than trying my demonic powers for the first time. All I had to do was picture myself with wings, and poof, there they were. Actually, I had just gotten them when you burst onto the scene. It turns out that with wings I have the ability to fly and the ability to call that cool looking sword that Gabriel summoned earlier. There are more abilities that I haven't tried yet like healing, immediate transport, and something called the Call of the Siren; whatever that is," Harry finishes.
I snicker softly in my hand. He has the Siren Song, huh? Life is going get pretty interesting around here.
I was just about to tell Harry what the Siren Song meant when Gabriel pipes up to tell him what the sword was for.
"Sire, that 'cool sword' is the Igneous Acer, the Fiery Sword. It can only be summoned by someone in dire need to protect an innocent or themselves. In the case that I summoned it, I was in dire need to kill whomever had hurt you. Although it was entirely unneeded as I soon found out. As for the Call of the Siren, that is the ability to call upon the baser natures of anyone at anytime except for those more powerful than yourself. You can make them do anything. Many angels have this and many use it for good deeds. Only Fallen Angels, those that fell from grace and became a kind of Demon-in-Training, use it for misdeeds and destruction; I only hope you use it right."
Harry looks affronted at the thought that he could use anything anyway other than it was supposed to be used for. I, of course, know exactly what Gabriel was talking about. I have seen Fallen Angels use their Siren Song to make common mortals into warlords and mass murderers in the blink of an eye.
"Okay, hun. Lets go home and figure all your special little gifts out later, hmm? That is if were done here?" I question, eyes darting from Gabriel to Cheryl to Dumbledore and back through the cycle again.
"Of course, just don't be surprised of your contacted by a messenger of Satan later on, though. Harry here is his only heir to the throne, after all," Dumbledore answers nonchalantly, succeeding in confusing both Harry and myself even further than we were to begin with.
Both Harry and myself look at Cheryl with twin expressions of curiosity.
"We'll talk when we get back," she intones.
We nod to her and nod our farewell to the angels before I transfer us all back from whence we came.
As soon as we land, Harry rounds on his mother.
"Explanations, now," he says, pointing to a chair.
Cheryl completely ignores the gesture to sit and starts to pace back and forth.
"Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't find out just yet so I would have time to figure out what to say. Oh, well. Here goes nothing. First, I was the princess of the Light while your father, James, was the prince of the Dark. It was a peace treaty of sorts. We never actually meant to have children, then you came along and threw our entire world out of orbit. Through you we fell in love. Now, you are the royal heir to both the Light and Dark. Whether or not you want to do anything about it, is your business. Though, just to let you know, as soon as you take the throne you will basically become king of the freaking world and Draco will also hold this title. Once you have consummated this bonding, not that you will be able to do that anytime soon Harry James Potter, you will both be entitled to the title of Lords of Gray. Since you are leaders to both Light and Dark, the Powers That Be decided to call it the Gray," she explains.
I look over at Harry, who's eyebrows might be permanently lost in his hair. I stifle a giggle and lean over to give him a hug.
"Don't worry, your not expected to say yes or no until later," I assure him to prevent any panicking.
With a sigh Harry leans into me and promptly falls asleep.
"Poor lad, probably exhausted from all the stress and mental overload of all the new information. Well, lets let him sleep while I fill you in on the entire story, hmm?" Cheryl offers, gesturing out of the room.
I nod and lay Harry on the couch and stoke the fire so he would be warm.
Cheryl holds the door for me and follows me out, firmly closing the door.
We walk down the corridors until we both stop in front of a pair of solid oak doors.
"The library?" I offer, opening the doors to said room.
She nods and sits on one of the many small couches littered around the shelves.
I move one the other couches closer so she wouldn't have to speak as loudly.
"Firstly, the reason I stressed that the bonding can not be consummated as of yet is as soon as it is, Harry will be pregnant. Upon awakening the bond, his innate instincts will tell him he needs a child as soon as he can. If he were with a woman he would impregnate her, and the same goes for you. Being the dominate had nothing to do with this little matter. I don't think he is ready to have a baby as of yet. And, secondly. I want to be the only nurse to take care of my son when he does get pregnant, Draconis Malfoy," she demands, a determined gleam in her eyes.
I smile softly at her and nod my head, silently wondering how in the world she knows my full name.
"Of course he's not ready. First off he doesn't even know he can get pregnant. That, and he's not healed enough for me to even think of taking him. I have no problem with carrying his children. My only problem is does he even know how to top? I would actually prefer to be the carrier because I know all about male pregnancies and I love him enough to carry his children," I reason
A/N 1. Okay, chapter eleven is COMPLETE. Chapter twelve is going to be fun. rubs hands together and cackles evilly IDK why I just did that, but it was fun anyway. .
A/N 2. Okay people. Vote. Who should be the carrier first? Harry? Or, Draco? Harry would take longer but would be along the same plot lines as I had originally thought. Draco could be in the next couple chapters and totally throw the entire plot I had out of the window and it would be a free-for-all from there. Decisions, decisions.
