Chapter 1: Inheritance
It had all started on Draco's 17th birthday.
The day that he had been looking forward to since he was only a child because when you turn 17 in the wizarding world you are considered on adult and are allowed to use magic without the trace on you.
He went to bed that night not really expecting much to happen except maybe to pass out. When the clock hit midnight, all he felt was unbearable pain. There was a ripping sound; it was his back. But Draco couldn't feel it because the pain was everywhere. The sound of ripping was Draco's wings coming through.
His wings were beautiful, they were like angel's wings. He looked like a fallen angel. They were pure white with emerald green trimming.
There was dried blood ruining the beautiful image. After about an hour of pain. He finally awoke.
Draco got up on uneasy feet. He stumbled, uneasy to the new weight upon his back. Then he felt it. The longing, the yearning to be with the other half of his soul. Draco knew that it was his mate. His body was calling out for its other half, and it couldn't be ignored. He opened his window and flew out before anyone could catch him, following the call of his mate.