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Blood Is Thicker Than Tears
Chapter Fourteen
Harry stared at the ceiling in the Gryffindor Common Room. He was laying on the long couch; everyone else had long past gone to bed. Dumbledore had been brutally honest, at least Harry hoped he had been. There were times now that he couldn't help but wonder just how much had been hidden from him. He had put a lot of his faith in his Headmaster and found himself being lied to. Perhaps "lied" wasn't the right word, it was more like he had been misinformed. Information had been left out. Important information that he should've known from day one.
It was common for those he was supposed to look up to, to lie to him. Most of the adults surrounding him kept things hidden. Afraid of telling him what he was supposed to know for their own reasons, of which they share after they've admitted their misinforming, but not to the full length.
The few people who hadn't lied were his best friends. In the moments he was close to Draco, he was pretty sure his brother had been honest. That is to say that in the past, Draco didn't really lie but more of insulted and badgered him. He didn't really know anything about his family, therefore he couldn't lie about them.
In any case, Dumbledore was honest when he said that he did not know how Draco and Harry were going to defeat Voldemort. Nobody could foresee what they would do to kill him and win everything for the good side. They were young; too young some would say. Even though they had learned almost all that they could from their school, they were still just two students against the Dark Lord. Scar or no scar, prophecy or no prophecy, in the end, nobody could tell them who would win.
It was admitted to them though that there was a possibility they were animagus. McGonagall and Dumbledore had been discussing it before he and Draco entered the room. James had been animagus, a stag in fact. Though it's said that animagus is not passed down, it's possible that the amount of power James held was passed to his sons. Therefore, being two of the most powerful boys of their year, or most likely the entire school, there was a large chance that they would indeed become animal form at some point.
Pondering what he would be, Harry wondered what he wanted to become. There were so many animals that could give him better access to important things. That would increase his strength and agility. An entirely new way of getting around and being free. As some sort of bird, he could fly the skies like on his broom. He could escape everything. No strings attached. As some kind of water animal he could swim for miles, never coming up for air. Enjoying the underwater world. Exploring. As an earthbound mammal, he could live off his surroundings. Speed, strength, tracking skills. There were so many possibilities it boggled the mind.
Then again, there was the outside chance that he wasn't in fact an animagus and he was getting his hopes up. But did he really want that on him? Did he want to be even more different than the students around him? There was already so much controversy over who his brother was. So many questions surrounding him and Voldemort. His fellow classmates already cast a suspicious eye on him. Always wondering about everything he did.
In shock from the revelation bestowed upon them, they had simply left for their own rooms. Most of the other Gryffindor's had left him alone, keeping out of his way. He didn't look like he wanted company and he certainly didn't ask for anyone to hang around. His homework was lying somewhere forgotten. Now that Hermione was in the Head Dorm, it was hard to remember what had to be done. She always kept him on task, in some sense. He didn't get the best grades but more often than not, he had his homework done.
Dinner had been tasteless. There was so many thoughts running through his head since his chat with Dumbledore that he didn't pay any attention to what he ate. He had left for the Headmaster's office after having a deep conversation with Draco, which ended up being one of their most united talks. He felt closer to his brother then than he ever thought he could. Feeling like he could ask him outright, he questioned him about his mother. The sad reality that Draco had lost Narcissa had fell upon them with a painful weight.
Harry wasn't really sure what to say. He had never had a mother, he had grown up with Aunt Petunia who hated him and without the woman who died loving him. Draco had her though. Not biologically; but Narcissa treated him like he was in fact her son. He was lucky he had that.
Harry knew how incredibly terrible it was to have someone who truly loved you die for you. Sirius had been his family and he'd never get him back but he didn't get a chance with his parents so he did the only thing he could think of. He promised he'd be there for Draco, that he wasn't going any where. And he meant every word.
There was an invisible line between him and Draco forming. They weren't only connected through blood. A real relationship was forming. They had gone through similar events. Felt familiar feelings. Had the vengeance build up inside them, waiting to burst. It wasn't just the fact that they were related that kept them near each other.
That afternoon when Harry had been feeling like he couldn't get away from everything, he had gone to the Head Dorm hoping that Draco would be there. He had the feeling that his brother would understand. And when he showed up, fist a little bloody, and an honest answer as to why, Harry knew. He knew that they were a lot more alike than he would ever have admitted in the past. He finally had someone who could really understand him.
Hermione had always been there, always tried to make the pain a little less. She held him while he cried, stroked his hair, and told him everything was going to be alright. She took on an almost motherly role when needed. With her "Eat your vegetables," comments and her, "Is your homework done," questioning looks. It was true that he often bugged her about treating him like a child, but he rather liked it. She only reminded him because she cared. She loved him. They were possibly the best friends alive.
Harry would lay his life on the line if it meant keeping her safe. He would sacrifice himself in her place any day. She wasn't just his best friend or 'mother'-like figure, but she was more like a sister. Even though they're the same age, he sometimes thought of her as the older one. The more mature, that's for sure, but she seemed like someone he should look up to. With him though, she never acted more superior. If anything, she thought herself a little less than. But he considered her his equal. She matched him in every way.
After eating, he was happy to know that Skeeter was finally leaving. Unnerving was the fact that she had winked at him and promised it'd be an interesting read when the paper arrived. There wasn't anything good to look forward to when she wrote. Always changing around the facts of the story to make it more than it was and then writing pure lies was customary. He didn't even want to know what was going to be written. He hoped the paper never came near him.
Dragging himself off the couch, he finally made his way to his bed. Pulling the blankets tightly around him, he hoped tomorrow would be a good day.
Staring at the fire in front of him, Draco let the book in his hands fall to the floor. There was never a moment in his life that could be normal. By the time he was one, he has lost his biological parents to the Dark Lord. Then he was placed with a wonderful woman and a sinister man. Raised to be hateful by one but loving by the other, his emotions raged against each other.
By the time he was 11, he was starting at a school for Wizardry where he had to keep up an image of being the biggest prat known to any student. Then upon order of his father, he had to wage his hate against Harry Potter, mostly because he had refused to be his friend, his two best friends, and anyone who wasn't rich or of pure-blood. Hiding how he really felt and acting the part, he became the most known jerk possible. Pretending that he didn't have feelings and dealing with his father's abuse around every corner, he learned to keep a deep scowl on his face and an evil glint in his cold grey eyes.
By seventeen he witnessed his mother's murder by his father and found out he had a brother: the one and only Harry Potter. Falling for his brothers best friend, not to mention a muggle born, he doesn't know what to do. Now, the entire school knows he's actually a Potter and not a Malfoy, which was the name he had taunted people with for six years. Voldemort and Lucius wanted him dead more than ever, since he was now one of the two people who were able to stop evil. Then he finds out that nobody is really sure how he'll be able to kill Voldemort. How can anyone expect him to win? But if it helps at all, there's a chance he's animagus. What good does that do? How will that really help? He doesn't know.
All he knows is that there's another thing to add to the oddity that is his life. He can't turn a corner without something new happening. He couldn't just be a normal boy. He couldn't have a regular family. If it had turned out different, he would have a mom and a dad; James and Lily. A twin brother; Harry. Regular friends; probably the Gryffindor's who liked Harry. Possibly a girlfriend; hopefully Hermione. He'd be in his seventh year, living it up to the best he could. He'd be relishing in all that he is. A bright future, a fun past, and a wonderful present. But that wasn't his life. His life was a mess.
How does a person cope with everything he had gone through? Surrounded by hate. The only one who loved him died for him. The only real family he has is a brother he was just beginning to get close to. What would happen to Harry? If Voldemort won, they would both die. No more brother, no Hermione, and certainly no way to redeem himself to everyone who thought he was scum. Did he really care what they thought? He cared what Hermione thought. He worried about what Harry deduced of him. He wanted the people who really mattered to understand him. To never doubt his intentions.
Rocking back and forth, he tried to keep the emotions clouding him pent up. It was so tiresome. He just wanted it all to end. He wanted to turn back time and fix his past. Draco needed to let it out but it was too hard to cry. Too hard to show how much it hurt. Tugging at his dirty blonde hair, he bit his lip and focused on the pain in his mouth rather than that in his soul. His chest was heaving, begging him to scream. Pleading with him to release all of the suffering. He slammed his hazel eyes shut, closing off the tears trying to escape.
Suddenly there was warmth. It was all around him. Enveloping him and calming him down. He could feel her arms encircling him, pulling him to her. She held him as the dam broke. She stroked his blonde hair and rubbed his back as he cried in her lap. He clutched at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I've got you," she whispered.
Draco finally let himself feel. He gulped in air as he wept. His body shook with every painful event of his past. Running through his mind was the sadness that had taken him over. The night his mother died, every time Lucius beat him, every moment he was hateful to anyone, all those times that he didn't cry when he needed to, the days he needed to feel but couldn't, when Lucius killed Henry, it all came out.
He felt her tears land on his head. He felt her shake as she held him. Felt her pain while she understood just how much he was hurting.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I'm so sorry."
If it was anybody else he would've told them he didn't need their pity. Had it been someone else, he wouldn't hold them. Couldn't let them see his tears. He'd push them away and he'd scream at the top of his lungs. But this was Hermione. He couldn't do any of that. He could only clutch at her and thank Merlin that she was the one who cared. The one who held him while he cried. The only person who could make it seem a little less painful. The one and only person he could be honest with about how much it hurt.
Perhaps in time, he'd be able to tell Harry the extent of how much he had been hurting through the years. But since Harry is male, it's a little harder to admit to such things. He certainly wouldn't cry on his brother, since that really wasn't there way. Crying in front of each other, assuring each other, sure. Actually physically crying in each other's laps though, was a little too close for comfort. Brother or no brother. He felt like he was finally able to tell Harry things. Like he was able to admit things about his past that he wouldn't really tell anyone. He trusted him.
When his tears quieted down and his breathing slowed, he became tired. Hermione seemed to notice since she ran her hand over his sleepy face and helped him off the floor. Walking him to his room, she directed him to the bed. Pulling his shirt off, he half-smiled seeing her blush. Unbuttoning his pants, he pushed them down revealing his favorite green silk boxers. Climbing under the blanket, his hazel eyes half-closed, he sighed. Feeling her next to the bed, he opened his eyes a bit.
Leaning down, she kissed the side of his mouth. She turned to leave, but he reached out and took her hand.
"Stay with me," he asked. "Just until I fall asleep."
She chuckled, "You're already more than half asleep."
"Please," he whispered.
Hermione complied. Crawling across the bed, she scurried under the blanket beside him. Rolling on to his side, he stared at her for a moment. The dim candles of the room made her look tranquil. Reaching out, he ran his hand through her hair, coming back to rub his thumb over her cheek.
Covering his hand with hers, she sighed. Her eyes fluttered, falling closed.
"Thank you," He breathed.
Yawning, she smiled softly.
Surveying her angelic face one last time, he finally let sleep whisk him away.
Draco woke up to a sharp pain in his head. Opening an eye, he looked around. Finding nothing but the green cover of his bed, he frowned. Feeling a small weight on his chest, he looked down to see Hermione fast asleep, half on top of him. Blinking a few times and becoming very awake, his eyes darted around and then became wide.
Harry was glaring at him from beside his dresser. Draco realized his brother had pulled his hair to wake him. Harry's arms were crossed and the scowl imprinted on his face could make anyone cower. Swallowing, Draco gently moved Hermione off of him. Realizing he wasn't wearing much, he suddenly felt like hitting himself. Grabbing a robe, he wrapped it around himself and motioned for them to go to the Common Room.
Closing the door as quietly as he could, he turned to face his simmering brother. "I can explain," He blurted.
"Explain?" Harry half-shouted. "You can explain as to why my best friend was lying with you, half naked, in your bed?" He laughed, annoyed. "Please, do tell me what happened. Don't leave anything out. Especially anything to do with what I think you two may have done, because if I'm right I'll gladly kill you. Even if it results in my own death." He paced back and forth, reminding Draco of a caged wild animal.
Holding up his hands defensively, his brow furrowed. "Do you really think we would do that?"
"I don't know what to think. I was on my way to breakfast when I was handed this," He waved a paper around that Draco took from his hands.
On the front was a picture of Hermione and him leaning in, on his bed. He remembered the afternoon fondly until Skeeter's interruption entered the scheme of things. Trying not to smile, he watched as Hermione and his mouth reached to a dangerously close position. He saw that his face was staring at hers hopefully. He noticed that small rise of her shoulders as she sighed.
When it restarted he remembered why. The sharp flash cutting off the answer he dearly wanted to know. Frowning, he browsed the page. "Hermione Granger, former flame of Harry Potter, who caused the end of their relationship while cheating on him with Viktor Krum, now has a new beau.
"The once very wealthy Draco Malfoy, now going by Draco Black but, as you should by now know, is actually Draco Potter, is in a very hot and heavy relationship with the Head girl.
"Rumors say that the two had actually been together since fifth or sixth year behind the backs of all those around them. Some say Harry and Hermione had reconciled even though she was still with Draco secretly.
"Now that everyone has been informed that Draco is in fact Harry's twin brother, separated at birth, it seems Granger has no problem having both the Potter brothers at her every beck and call.
"When asked about her relationship she said to, "Sod off!" Seems the Head girl isn't as proper as some may think.
"When one of her other ex's, also a best friend, Ron Weasley was questioned about it, he said, "If she doesn't keep her damn self away from me, I'm going to curse her."
"Asking Harry about the new relationship was more than difficult. Seeing the tears in his eyes over knowing his former fiance's-"
"Fiancé?" Draco asked, cocking his eyebrow.
Shaking his head, he muttered, "We were never... She and I weren't... Shut up." He sighed.
Crumpling the paper up angrily, he glared at his brother. "Are you honestly trying to tell me you believe this pile of shit?" Draco snarled.
"Of course not! Not what she wrote anyway, but a picture is worth a thousand words." He shook his head, arms still crossed tightly. "What exactly are you two doing together in a bed?"
"Sleeping," Draco shouted. "I asked her to stay with me last night, just until I fell asleep. We didn't do anything." He shook his head vehemently. "We're just friends."
"Just friends?" Harry laughed. "Who are you trying to convince? Me, her, or you? Because I sure as bloody hell know that whatever's going on between you two, might only be friendship now, but it's not staying that way."
Draco sighed, looking around. "Would that be so horrible?" He asked quietly.
Harry stared out the window. "I don't know." He looked down at the ground. "I just don't want her to get hurt."
"And you think I'll hurt her?" He asked, his jaw clenching.
"Not intentionally. But look what's coming Draco." He stared him in the eye. "If we both die in this war, she's going to lose two of her closest friends. But if you two turn into more, then she loses the person she fell in love with. She can't move on from that." He explained sorrowfully.
"I know that," He mumbled. "I know."
"I can't control how you guys feel. I want her to be happy. I-I want you to be happy." He sighed,
"But I don't want either of you to go through more pain than necessary."
"I would never hurt her." Draco stared at him and inhaled deeply. "I'd do anything to keep her safe."
Harry nodded slowly, "I know."
They stood silently, staring at each other for a moment.
A yawn broke through to them. Turning, they found Hermione staring at them tiredly. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around. "What time is it?"
"Class starts in forty-five minutes," Harry said, clearing his throat.
She nodded, seeming to understand that she walked in on something. Turning, she left for her room.
"I better get ready," He said.
His brother nodded, "Yeah, I'll see you later."
"Harry?" Draco called out.
The raven haired boy turned, "Yeah?"
"Are we okay?" He asked, worried.
"Yeah, we're alright." He answered, smiling before he left.
Draco sighed deeply. He was more than happy that his relationship with Harry hadn't been ruined. He wasn't sure what to do about his feelings for Hermione. His brother was right when he said that she could be incredibly hurt if he and Harry didn't make it out of the war alive. He wanted her more than anything. But at what cost?
Saturday
It was time for the Quidditch match. In the days since Harry had come to talk to him about Hermione, he had been dealing with the usual. Every once in awhile he'd receive a few mocking motions from Pansy and her simple minded friends. Most of the Slytherin's kept a heavy glare directed his way. The other houses all talked, stared, and glared in his presence. He was beginning to get used to it. Finding it a little easier to ignore.
Hermione didn't act any differently since that night, for that he was grateful. He didn't want her to treat him like he was broken or could break at any moment. Harry hadn't brought it up at all, it seemed he just wanted to let it go. To keep going and forget what he saw or what could become of his best friend and brother.
Psyching himself up for the game, he inhaled and exhaled at an increased pace. He had to play against Harry which was always hard to do in the past. Gryffindor had been the hardest team to beat since Harry had come on the team. He had a natural power in the game. His only match was Draco and that was back when he was forced to cheat. Nothing good came out of it if he lost. Especially when it came to Lucius. He was in for more than he could take back then. But now he could play to the real rules. No bending. All him. Even if he lost this, he would be happy knowing that he wasn't going to be punished for it.
The other Slytherin's didn't look exactly pleased that he was still on the team. There was nothing they could do though. He was their captain and that was final. At least he had Blaise on his side. Whenever they seemed to be ganging up on him, Blaise simply stepped by his side and asked if they had a problem. It wasn't that they were really scare of Zabini. It was more of knowing that Draco still had allies that worried them. Especially a Slytherin ally.
Draco still sometimes wondered about Blaise. He questioned why he didn't treat him like all the rest. Had to nitpick as to why he didn't hate him now that he was a Potter by blood. But instead of thinking about it too much, he put his attention on the game to come.
Hearing the cheering from outside in the stands, he hopped back and forth on his feet trying to get his nerves going. He was going to work hard in this game. Lining up, they took their brooms and made their entrance to the stands. Draco flew around the stands, waving to the crowd. Behind him was Zabini, Pucey, and Vaisley as Chasers. Crabbe and Goyle followed as the beaters. Lastly, Bletchley made his way out as Keeper.
Finding Hermione with the other Gryffindor's who were all booing, he smiled at her; receiving a grin. Ron, with his other team mates, nodded his head to him, not really smiling but not scowling either. The Gryffindor stands erupted with excitement when their team came out. Whizzing by the Slytherin team, they all smiled and waved excitedly. Part of Draco wished he was on their team instead. They were fused with a sense of enjoyment for the game. Though he felt it, he was sure that his teammates only enjoyed beating everyone else.
Taking their positions, Draco and Harry faced off in front of each other. They shook each other's hands. "Good luck," They told each other simultaneously.
"You'll need it," they said together, again, before laughing.
With that, the game began. The glint of gold passing his face called to him. Chasing after it, he could see Harry right beside him out of the corner of his eye. A large black bludger flew between them, forcing them further apart. Chasing after the large balls were Crabbe and Peakes.
Taking a sharp turn upwards for their goal, they sped after the golden snitch. Draco noticed just how close the red quaffle and it's chasers female Weasley, Thomas, and Robins were getting to them. Taking in the math quickly, he realized that either he or his brother were about to be hit. The three Gryffindor's were too absorbed in passing the red quaffle back and forth and making sure none of the Slytherin's would get it, they didn't seem to notice the oncoming seekers. Turning to the side, Draco knocked Harry and himself out of the way. Frowning, Harry looked over to him but then realized what he'd done was actually a good action.
Zipping past Harry's face was the object they both desired, catching their attention once again. Suddenly loud applause sounded as it was announced that Gryffindor had scored ten points. Ron hadn't been wrong when he said that Bletchley needed work. Draco would have to remember that for later. It wasn't long before the quaffle was coming back down towards the Gryffindor hoops.
Another bludger narrowly missed his broom while Goyle and Cootes hurried after it in hopes of knocking the opponent off their broom. Hearing a loud shout, he turned his head to see Zabini had knocked from his broom and was quickly falling downwards. Pulling away from the chase, Draco made his way towards his only Slytherin friend. He knew no one else would make it in time.
Gifted with speed and the gasps urging him on, he hurried downward at an angle. Grabbing onto the broom that fell at a quick speed, he held it against his side and continued downward. With a clenched jaw and arms reaching out, Blaise stared up at him terrified. Draco's eyes glanced around to see that no one else was coming. Harry had, however, stopped searching for the snitch as he watched in hope. The ground was fast approaching and nobody was doing anything to save Zabini.
Being Slytherin, though, Vaisley or Pucey, he wasn't sure which, managed to score ten points for their team. The person who called out really only mumbled it, too absorbed with what was happening below. Some of the Slytherin students shouted in happiness. Draco had no doubts that Pansy and her little girlfriends were the ones who were excited. They wouldn't care if Blaise died in the impact of hitting the ground.
Leaning closer to his broom to cut the wind, Draco stuck his arm out to grab onto his classmate. Finally getting to him, he wrapped his hand around his arm and pulled him upward to the sturdy but plummeting broom. Turning sharply, he managed to get them to fly at a leveled position. The whole school screamed with happiness. Handing Blaise his room, he told him to be careful and then flew up to meet with Harry who smiled and searched around for the gold.
Finding the snitch in the very middle of the playing area, they both swiftly flew towards it. Beginning it's ascent up into the clouds, they chased after it, matching each other in speed. Both of their arms reached out. Looking sideway to each other, they smirked grimly.
Below it could be heard that Gryffindor had scored another goal. Draco frowned slightly. He seriously needed to make sure his team brushed up on their skills. He knew that it was only the first game of the season and they probably hadn't practiced all summer, but really, practice in the last two weeks hadn't turned out badly. They all seemed to be in good shape for the game. His frown soon disappeared as it was announced that Slytherin had tied with their opponents once again.
The air was chilling drastically and it was becoming hard to breath. Still they continued on. It wasn't sure why they didn't just stop and go down some. They could have, the snitch would have to come down some time. But they remembered their little bet and couldn't ignore the sibling rivalry happening.
Suddenly, Draco felt something bizarre happening. The broom began to shake uncontrollably. Harry's hand made contact with the snitch and the students below jumped up and screamed for their hero. Draco had lost the game but still he felt good about what had happened. He would work harder for the next game and had no doubt that he would make sure Slytherin was strong enough to win.
Looking down at his broom, he became nervous. Abruptly the wood that had been keeping him high into the sky disappeared completely. A sharp, scared glance was directed at Harry as he fell with alarming speed back down to the ground. He suddenly understood just how scared Blaise must have been. Looking up, he could see that Harry was chasing after him, reaching out and trying to grab him, but missing.
His green uniform suddenly felt very tight as if he couldn't really breath. Directing his gaze downward, he looked around for Hermione. He knew what would happen if he died. Harry would go with him and Hermione would be enveloped in pain. Staring at her, he could hear her screaming his name. It pierced his heart to hear the terrified fear all in that one word. He could hear Harry calling to him.
"You're not going to die," Harry shouted, his voice shaking. Possibly from exertion, probably from emotion. He knew he would die too, but Draco got the impression that he was more afraid for Draco than himself.
It didn't really feel like falling. It was more like floating with a rush of air around him. If he closed his eyes, he was just standing on a mountain, a burst of wind cooling his skin. But he knew what would happen soon. His teammates, being the loyal people they were, hovered around looking on with mild curiosity. Blaise looked like he was trying to get to him, but Crabbe and Goyle were holding him back by his robes. Those he had once called friends did not care for his fate.
Most of the Gryffindor team looked confused. They weren't sure what they were supposed to do. Save him or let him fall. It looked like they were going to let Harry do all of the hero work, since they were just kind of watching with some fear riding their expression.
Turning his head away from his scared and upset brother, he looked at Hermione again. Sweet and beautiful Hermione. He was too far away to really see her expression but he knew her well enough to guess how she looked. Tears would already be flowing. Her head would be shaking. Someone would be trying to hold her back and upright. She'd be sobbing, mumbling "No."
Sighing, Draco's body hardened. He promised he'd never cause her any pain. He had made a vow that he would never be the reason she cried. He wouldn't just let himself die. Closing his eyes, he focused on himself. Trying to figure out a way around this. He didn't have his wand. Harry, though trying as hard as he could, just wasn't catching up to him. What could he do?
Opening his eyes, Draco felt his body start to shake. Reaching his arms out to the side, he screamed as a pain shot through them. His limbs felt like they were being stretched to an unimaginable length. His head began to shake back and forth. His face burned as if something was trying to tear through his skin. A deep, loud noise erupted from deep in his chest and out of his mouth. Suddenly, he burst into a bright light.
Looking around, he realized he wasn't falling anymore. Instead, he was hovering in mid-air. Turning his gaze to himself he found that his arms had become long, golden brown wings, flapping back and forth majestically. His body had turned into a mess of gleaming feathers.
Harry stopped in front of him staring, wide-eyed. "I guess you are an animagus," he said in awe.
Draco stared at him through sharp and all seeing eyes. Angry that his transformation had taken place in front of the entire school, he looked around nervously before taking off towards the school.
"Draco," Harry called to him. "Draco!"
Ignoring him, he kept going until he saw the grassy area in front of Hogwarts. Feeling like his chest was going to explode, he wished he was normal again. As if answering his prayer, right before his clawed feet hit the ground his body turned back to human form. Luckily, his clothes still adorned his body, though somewhat torn. Pulling at the grass and burying his face into the ground, he heaved. Slamming his fist down into the ground, he screamed. Unfortunately, it came out in a loud eagle screech.
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