Everything Changes

by T.K. Yuy

COMPLETED 12/13/02~What if there was more to Harry Potter than people were willing to see? What if there was more to being a Witch or Wizard than they were willing to understand? (warning! H/D Slash)

2. Confessions of Change

This story is SLASH of the Harry/Draco variety… and now you know it.

nothing too detailed in this chapter, but bewarned, that it could jump in at any given moment in the coming chapters.

DEDICATION: Sparks, again, you've inspired me. I cranked this chapter out in like an hour after reading 'Pocket Full O' Posies', and I must say, I'm rather proud of myself.

Everything Changes

by T.K. Yuy

Chapter 2- Confessions of Change

He stormed into the Gryffindor Common Room, ignoring the curse the Fat Lady gave him, and angrily said the password to his private room. Dumbledore had said that it was a good idea if he stay away from the others, to give himself some time to think. Of course, that was last Yule, shortly after Voldemort had been disposed of, and after he'd completed his Change. Dumbledore had no clue about that one, and Harry liked it that way. So far, only Snape knew about his Change, and he was pretty sure that Draco had a clue. He scowled, slamming his inner door shut and lighting a few candles. The room itself was completely different from the rest of the Gryffindor Tower. So different in fact, that he refused to think of it as part of the Tower.

The inner door had spells on it that not even Dumbledore would be able to crack. Spells that haven't been used since before the Founders died. Harry always did like having the upper hand in things. It was his 'inner Slytherin', or so Snape had told him. Once inside the room, which was more like an apartment than a room, the atmosphere changed drastically from that which most people would assosiate with Gryffindors. That was what Harry had wanted. The floor and walls were like that of a cave, a few pieces of obsidian or crystals glittering here and there with the wall scone candles, the supports being stalagtites and stalagmites. Only you wouldn't get dirty from sitting on the floor, and it was warm, unlike the stone up in the dorms.

Walking in the door, and you saw just a short hallway, and part of a large circular center hearth, but to your left was a fairly nice sized kitchen, which the hearth served as a stove and bread oven. The small table was always clean, it's legs stone at the bottom, like the floor had come up and started to take over. All the furniture was like that. He liked having a muggle refridgorater, but prefered the hearth over the muggle gas stove. Go figure.

The living room, or Commons as he called it, had a deep red, deeper than crimson, curved couch, with a black throw over its back, and a black leather armchair that would shift itself to your liking. The two ebony wood tables in the room were laden with candles, despite the fact that the huge medieval style chandelier was hanging from the stalagtites in the room, and the bookshelves were completely filled, with books from his various classes, the restricted section of the Library, or gifts. There were a few muggle books, Shakespeare mainly, and even more candles. Both moved, one revealing a large closet, where Harry stored various types of potions and artifacts that he'd collected, the other leading directly to the Slytherin dungeons, with exits to various parts of Hogwarts.

To the right of the door, was his bedroom, decked out in all black and silver, and the bathroom, which he found to be rather worthless, considering that he wasn't about to bring anyone down to his room to use the HUGE tub. More like pool than a tub. And for reasons he didn't even understand, he kept a black chinese changing wall around the toilet. Didn't care if people could see him in the tub, but he didn't want to be seen while he was taking a piss.

All throughout the flat, there were potted trees and ferns, and over most of the book shelves, and along the walls, there were vines growing, with glittering red or silver flowers. Truth be told, Harry Potter hated gold. He found that it clashed with almost everything, and that it didn't look good on him, so as far as he was concerned, there would be very little –if any- gold in his flat. And all of his candles were either black, silver or red. He definitly loved his candles.

"Fucking bastard." he spat, pulling his robe off and handing it to the large black crane in the room. "God damn fucking bastard!"

He set his wand on the small shelf with the in the little hall, right under the Gryffindor Sword, which they found out would not stay in Dumbledore's office once he was moved down to his room. He had laughed about that, saying that it was probably because he'd used it to destroy Voldemort, thus bonding with it. Dumbledore had agreed, but Harry knew that he thought there was more to it than that. He was glad that the old Wizard hadn't asked about it. He couldn't give him an answer that he'd want to hear. Not anymore.

Walkng into his room, Harry took the black silk pajama pants the crane held out to him, and once they were on stroked the birds neck and back before walking back out into the commons. The hearth was crackling in welcome, and he sat down next to it, pulling away one of the loose stones in the bottom. The flames couldn't hurt him. Nothing could hurt him. Physically anyway. He pulled a black leather book out of the space, and a bottle of silver ink. A Phoenix feather quill followed, and he replaced the stone.

"It's been quite awhile since I've written, hasn't it?" he wrote, his script perfect.

"You," black ink swirled under his sliver, in script not so different from his own, "have had a lot to think about, Harry."

"I still shouldn't have stopped writing."

"Sometimes, these things can't be helped. How are things, magic wise I mean? You're not experiencing any complications with anyone's Change, are you?"

"Only one, but that's to be expected."

"Who?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Does he know about it yet?"

"No. You think I should tell him?"
"It might help you gain some control. Has Severus been teaching you how to make the Dragon Tonic?"

"Yes, and it's been quite a trip, for the both of us. We're not so different, him and I."
"Godric and I weren't that different either, you know."

"Then why did you hate him so much?"
"Do you, of all people, have to ask that? Why do you think Mr. Malfoy hates –hated- you?"
"Because I'm Harry 'the-boy-who-fucking-lived' Potter."
"Exactly. Everyone loves you. Some, like Mr. Creevey, worship you. The Malfoy name, for as long as I can remember, has always been representative of aristocratic power, of wealth, of beauty. They've always been popular, always been the first for everything. Surely you can see why he'd hold a grudge against you."

"I challenged everything he was born and raised to be. All this I knew, but why, even now, can't he look past our differences, and try to see me, not the Gryffindor Golden Boy? Salazar, I'm not perfect, and I've never claimed to be, but everyone puts me on this pedestal, and so help me Merlin if I feel like jumping off some time soon."

"Godric would've done the same thing, Harry. He hated the spot light, hated being the one to solve all the problems. After my death, he finally realized that it wasn't worth fighting. We had been friends when the business with Hogwarts started, and it eventually drove us apart. Unfortunately, I think Hogwarts is what caused all your problems, Mr. Malfoy included. It'll soon be over, and you can move on with your life."

"You're right, Hogwarts was the start of all my problems. I learned of my parents. I learned that I was a Wizard. I met Ron and Hermione, not that that's really a problem, but because of them, I refused Malfoy's friendship. I made more enemies by coming to Hogwarts than I think I would've ever had while living with the Dursleys. Sometimes, I wish I had died with my parents."

The black writing never came, and Harry's brow furrowed in confusion. It wasn't like him not to answer.

"Salazar?"

Still no reply.

"Please, say something!"

"Don't you ever, EVER say that you wish you'd've died with us, do you understand that Harold James Potter!?" the writing was red, and in a very feminine scrawl.

Harry was on his feet and stumbling over the couch before the book even hit the floor, his eyes wide as angry green eyes flashed in his head, a flurry of red hair following. His chest hurt, and there were tears in his eyes. It couldn't be…

"Harry?" the black writing was back, but was laced with red, and with a shaking hand, he picked up his quill and brought it to the next blank page.

"M-Mom?" he hadn't realized he'd said it out loud until the fire crackled, obviously disturbed by the sudden noise.

"Oh Harry…" the writing was red again, and there was a black smiley face just after Harry's silver, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, darling, but don't ever let me catch you writing things like that again, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mum." he chuckled, immediately thinking of Mrs. Weasley.

"I wish I could be there with you, Harry, really I do…" water marks appeared on the page, red ink blurring in a few places, but Harry couldn't tell if it was from him, or from her.

"Me too, mom, me too."

This time Harry knew it was his tears hitting the page, and he saw sad brown eyes and unruly black hair flash in his mind. He dipped his quill.

"Dad?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Oh Gods…"

The tears came in a down pour, and his body shook as he hugged the book to his chest, not caring if the ink was completely dry yet or not. It wasn't long before he felt hands on his shoulders, and then arms wrapping around him from behind. He turned in the arms, clutching to the black robes of the man holding him, and let him take the book. He couldn't look at it.

"Salazar, please, tell the Potter's that Harry's not fit to continue writing. I'll be sure to sit with him the next time he decides to try to talk to them." he wrote, his scrawl messy and hardly legible.

"Of course, Severus. Tell Harry that his parents understand and love him."

"*nod*"

"*chuckles* Good-night Severus."

"Good-night."

The Potions Master closed the book and returned it to its place in the hearth, ink and quill following, and pulled Harry closer. He had known something was wrong, when the Watcher's Globe on his desk flared white, and rushed into the secret passage from the Potions room to Harry's flat almost immediately. He set his quill to grade the papers he'd collected from the first years, which was not something Severus Snape normally did, and had no intentions of leaving until Harry'd calmed.

~!*!~

Fawkes stared out the window, his feathers bright and tipped in flames as he turned back to look at the Headmaster, dutifully making notes and filing away papers, just as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry should. The only problem was that while doing his job, he failed to notice the silver and gold dots of light that were slowly drifting into the room. With a sigh, he flew over to the back of Dumbledore's chair, waiting for the age-wisened Wizard to take a moment to look up. The dots landed on the desk, and blinked rapidly before two cat-sized dragons appeared with an audible pop.

"Oh!" Dumbledore chuckled. "you two must give more notice before just appearing. I see flickering dots of light everyday."

The dragons looked at one another, then at the Phoenix, who shrugged and pulled a piece of paper from the stack behind him. Dumbledore took it from him, and set his bottle of ink out for the two, waiting to see what they had to tell him. The silver one finally wacked the gold with its tail, and then dipped it into the black ink.

"Master Ormand wishes to inform you that Draco Malfoy's Change is taking longer than he expected, and that he will be making frequent visits to the boy. He's removed his Watcher, and at the present time, there are no others that can take over Raziel's position." it wrote, looking up to Dumbledore for an answer.

"I see… Many of the students Changes have already finished, and I'd been wondering why Mr. Malfoy's had not. I assume this is because of his animagus form?"

"To a certain extent, yes, but there is another factor that not even the Council knew would challenge his natural Change."
"And what might that be?"
"Another student."

"Another student? I'm afraid I don't understand. How can another student have any influence over his Change? Unless great magic is involved, nothing should be able to interfear with it."

"Great magic is involved, Albus."

Dumbledore bolted out of his seat, wand at the ready, and Fawkes had dropped down in front of the small dragons, his body engulfed in flames. Wise blue eyes widened as they met magenta, and the Gryffindor Lion stepped off the balcony railing. Fawkes backed down, shortly after Dumbledore had done the same, and returned to his perch by the window. The two dragons looked up at their master's friend before disappearing, and Dumbledore magiced up a pot of tea and two settings.

"I had a feeling that one of you wouldn't be far behind those two." he said, his voice a bit darker than he intended.

"As I had a feeling you would ask about the magic that would have to be involved. Albus, that there is quite a bit that you have not been told."

"I assume you are refering to Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"Then perhaps I had better order up more tea, and a bite to eat."

~!*!~

Draco looked up as the fire in the room went out, his sleek white head reflecting the moonlight coming through the open set of balcony doors. He sighed and curled up again, tucking his head under his wing, trying to block out some of the light.

"Oh Dragon…"

Draco bolted to his feet, eyes glowing as he met Ormand's eyes, and he backed down as soon as he realized exactly who it was.

"You thought I was Harry, didn't you?" laughed the older man, shifting into a slightly larger version of the dragon Draco was.

"You might say that."

"You're mad at me."

"Why won't you tell me what happened?"

"Because it doesn't concern you yet."

"Key word there is 'yet', Ormand."

"The last part of your Change, Draco, what is it?"

"To be taken, as I am now, why?"

"Do you know who is supposed to take you?"

"Does it matter?"
"Of course it matters! How could you think it doesn't?!"

"Ormand, I'm the Slytherin Slut, why should it matter who screws with me now? I'm not pure any more. Hell, I haven't been pure since before Hogwarts."

"As a dragon, you are pure, young one. So pure infact, that you've caught the eye of a certain Gryffindor."

"Potter? As if! What would he want with me, other than to use me, to play his game? I'm nothing but a convenient fuck for him."

"He hasn't yet, has he?"

"What, fucked me? No, but it won't be long."

"No, it won't be long…"

Ormand curled around Draco, and let his mind open to him. The younger dragon gasped, eyes wide as images flew into his head.

~

"Get away from him!" Harry screamed, his eyes glowing bright green as he drew his wand.

"You!"

Red eyes met green as Voldemort whirled away from the unconscious body of Draco Malfoy, wand at the ready. No words were spoken as the killing curse was thrown at Harry, who just held a hand up, blocking it. His robes shredded, and disappeared in a flurry of red light, the ceremonial robes of Godric Gryffindor left in their wake. Voldemort sneered then laughed, his own robes shredding to reveal those of Salazar Slytherin. Now it was Harry's turn to laugh.

"You think that just because you wear those robes, it makes you anything more than a coward, Riddle?" he chuckled darkly. "Because, if so , you are sadly mistaken. Salazar may have been a Dark Wizard, but he wasn't voluntarily that way. The darkness controlled him, not the other way around. But you are darkness, so allow me to shed a little light in your world!"

Fawkes appeared out of no where, screaming like a banshee as he landed on Harry's shoulder, his wand becoming the Gryffindor Sword, glowing and aimed right for the Dark Lord. Voldemort disappeared and reappeared behind Draco, levitating him into his arms, wand now a dagger, situated right at the artery in his neck. Harry took a step forward.

"You won't kill him, you know he's too important." he told Voldemort, eyes narrow slits of green.

"And you won't let me kill him, because he's you. You're both lost little boys, looking for someone to love you. Well, he's found it, and you'll die without it!"

"I think, Thomas Marvolo Riddle, that you are the one who will die without love." Harry's robes were ruffling in air that seemed to only be present around himself in the darkness of the Malfoy Dungeons. "You see, despite my relationship with my muggle relatives, I am loved. Hermione and Ron, my two best friends, they don't see me as the 'boy-who-lived', and they love me. All the Weasley's do. Dumbledore, despite his knowing exactly how important I am, has always treated me as an equal, and cares very much for my well being, because I'm his friend, not because I'm the one to defeat you. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, they knew my parents, and are the closest thing to a real family I've ever had. They love me. Even your beloved Severus Snape *Voldemort's eyes narrow*. He knows exactly what I am, and respects me for it. He's never cared that I'm the one that defeated you the first time. And finally there's Malfoy. Despite the fact that he may hate me, he's always hated the 'boy-who-lived', not me. But everyone I've ever met, they've all hated you. Not Voldemort, not the Heir of Slytherin, but Thomas Marvolo Riddle, who we all know is really just a coward hiding in the dark."

Voldemort hissed angrily, the knifes edge just knicking Draco's throat, the thin trickle of blood making Harry's eyes narrow even more. He took a step forward, and then another, not caring that he was probably walking straight into a trap.

"Now, either put Malfoy down, and fight your battles for yourself, or consider this your last warning." he spat, Fawkes' screech shattering the windows in the house above.

"I'll not be swayed by strong words, Potter!"

"Then how about a strong display of magic? Surely one Heir can appreciate the magic of another."

Before the Dark Lord could say a word, black and gold wings unfolded from Harry's back, his scar dripping blood as he arched them up over his head. Voldemort let out a startled cry as Draco arched in his arms, white and green wings erupted from his back, blood making the green look almost black. He dropped him to the floor, pain radiating through him as his wand shattered as Harry let out a deafening roar. He had completely changed now, and was over Draco's body in a second, blood splattering everywhere as he snorted. The Gryffindor Sword was standing in the ground next to him, Fawkes perched on top, crying over Draco. Voldemort cast Adevara Kedavra again, only to watch it difuse around the dragon form of the Gryffindor Heir. It wasn't but seconds later that Harry's scream again cut though the air, and the Dark Lord's body was torn to pieces, his derranged soul beind devoured by the dark mark that appeared as Harry cast the killing curse. The blast released from the Change as he ate Voldemort's heart demolished everything. When the Ministry unearthed them, he was back in human form, over Draco, who unfortunately hadn't been so lucky as to lose his wings. The Gryffindor Sword had created a sheild around the two, and it lasted until they were safely in the Hospital Wing.

~

"He- he protected me?"

"Of course. You have to understand, young one, that Harry knows much more about the Council and what you are than he has ever let on. At this point in time, I would say that he knows more than even your beloved Dumbledore. His being the savior of the Wizarding World allows him much, but his being the Heir of Gryffindor allows him much more."

"I don't understand… why would he save me, after all I've done. All I've said. I've been nothing but a bastard to him and Granger and Weasley, hell, to all the Gryffindors, and yet he risked everything to save me."

"He would complete the Change, if you'd let him."

"Why is he a dragon, Ormand?"

"He's a dragon because he wants to be. There are many things about him that you would not understand, not now anyway."

"So he could be any animal he wants?"

"No. He had to make a choice, and he chose to be a dragon."

"What was his other choice?"

"To be a Great Stag, like his father."

"But then why… why a dragon?"

"You."

Draco was silent as he stood up and padded to the balcony. This wasn't making much sense. No sense. He turned back to Ormand, only to find the older dragon gone, and with a sigh, knew that it was something he'd have to figure out on his own.

~!*!~

He appeared in the Potions Master's room, back in human form, but found no sign of the professor. When he spotted the magiced quill and graded papers, he knew that something had to be wrong. He ducked inside the bookcase to his right, and bolted down the torch-lit hall to the door that would, if his memory served him correctly, take him to Harry's room. He was right, and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw something he had not expected to see. Harry Potter, the Heir of Gryffindor, was lying on his couch, with Severus Snape, the teacher that hated him, straddling his waist, giving him a massage.

Holy. Shit! he laughed, trying not to make a sound.

I know you're here Ormand, I felt you enter the passage back in the classroom.

What, may I ask, happened?

Salazar let Lilly and James talk to him.

Ah, I see.

He moved behind Severus, nimble fingers working the tense muscles in his neck and shoulders, lips leaving a hot kiss on his throat. A hand took his and kissed the knuckles, smirking at the black nail polish, and as Harry moved to turn over, he sighed into the kiss Ormand had drawn him into. It wasn't but seconds later that he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and Ormand pulled away, shaking his head.

"Do you have to interupt everything I start, or is this all just one big coincidence?!" Harry spat, standing and moving around the couch to grab the long black silk robe hanging on the book case. "Because quite frankly, it annoys the piss out of me!"

"Potter, please, this is not the time, nor the place to be discussing thi-"

"I'll talk about this when and where I please, Councilman, or have you forgotten exactly who you're talking to?! Let alone who's room you've come to, UNINVITED!"

Severus took a few steps back as black energy crackled in the hearth, Harry's eyes glowing darkly, if that's possible. Ormand just let his wings unfold and spread them, his own eyes bright and canines visible in the hiss he gave. Harry snorted and turned away from him, waving a dismissing hand at the Dragon King, and the Potions master had to look twice as Ormand flew back into the bookshelf, his wings stretched out painfully. When he looked back at Harry, he was shocked to see blood pooled at his feet, and the puddle still growing.

"What the fuck is going on?!" he demanded, helping Ormand to his feet. "Potter, I want answers, and I want them now."

Harry snorted again and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Status be damned, Potter, until June, I am still your Professor, and unless you want points taken from your House –EXCESSIVE amounts of points- I suggest you answer me!"

"Which House?"

"Excuse me?!"
"Slytherin or Gryffindor? It's a simple question, Severus."

"Gryffindor, of course! Why would I take points from my own House!?"

"I don't know, maybe because I belong to both of them. Or all of them, whichever you prefer."

Harry went to the display with his wand, and as it glowed brightly, he pressed a few buttons on the wall beneath it. He pulled out a wand nearly identical to his own, glowing just the same, and as he took both of them in his hand, they started to shake.

"Oh fuck…" murmured Ormand, his wings falling limply at his back as he kneeled on the floor, his formal dress robes on.
"Ormand, get off the floor!" demanded Snape, anger radiating off him so clearly that it was almost tangible.

"On the contrary, Severus, you should be on the floor with him." Harry smirked, "unless of course you don't know what it is I hold."

"They're wands Potter, nothing more nothing less."

"They're brother wands, or do you not recognize that of your one-time master? Without him, that mark on your arm won't hurt… much."

~TBC~

Well, that was certainly different, now then wasn't it. I'm hoping to have the next chapter out soon, but I can't make any promises. Well, I can make one promise: you'll find out what Harry is in the next chapter or two, and it's something that I don't think anyone could guess. You're welcome to try of course, but, well, we'll see…