A/N: I caught something I should've caught before I posted the previous chapter, but alas, I'm not perfect. When Severia is making note of Ormand, she says he's part of the 'Council of Order,' when it should be 'Council of Change'. Sorry for the mistake. Thinking of the two Orders (Phoenix and Dragon), and then of the Council, I got all mixed up. This chapter's probably not gonna be as long as the others, but I hope it'll be just as well received and reviewed.
Dedication: Sparks, for giving me the idea for this little interlude. Seeing as how you have yet to tell me how you invision it possible, Dahlink, I'm gonna give you my ideas. Let's see just how 'psycic' I really am, shall we?
Everything Changesby T.K. Yuy
Interlude II- GlowShe paced the Transfiguration class room, trying to slow down the raging thoughts in her head. She knew what she'd seen, hell it was obvious. Wasn't it?
I'm not crazy, I know what I sensed. she thought, running a hand through her loose hair, I know that look, and that scent. I know that flux in Power. Fuck!
She stood by the window, hands on either side of the frame, lokking out over the 1st year Ravencla and Gryffindor flying lesson. She frowned as two of the students –both Ravenclaws- looked up at her. Madaam Hooch also looked up, her cat-like eyes flashing bright yellow once before she turned her attention back to the class. Nathalie caught the matching yellow flare on the Dragon sigil pendant around the Flying Instructor's neck. She was one of the 'unofficial' Protectors. There were more than a handful of them, and they were more than competent with their abilities. What worried the young Necromancer now, was the fact that there were more Dragons in Hogwarts then there should've been. The two Ravenclaws now made it a total of 6, and only one of them didn't know it yet. Nathalie liked it that way. It was hard enough having to deal with Harry and Draco's Power, let alone that of 2 more Dragons.
She rubbed her temples with a sigh and looked up to the transfiguration on the board. She grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, finishing the equations quickly and easily.
Ow. again she rubbed her temples, fucking like rabbits.
"You'd think you could block it by now."
Whirling around to the door, Nathalie smiled, putting her paper on McGonagalls desk before moving to the door to embrace the older girl.
"How've you been, Cherie?"
"I missed you."
"That doesn't answer my question, Nathalie Sparks."
Nathalie gave her short haired friend a playful smack and pulled out a chair. Teek smiled and sat down across from her.
"You still haven't answered my question."
"I'm as well as can be expected."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I miss being home. I hate
pretending that I don't know what I'm doing.
But other than that, I'm fine."
Teek was silent as she pulled a small black box from her cloak. Nathalie eyed it quickly before rubbing her temples a third time.
"You feel it, don't you?" asked Teek, twiring the box in her hands.
"Then I'm right? He's a true Noir?" the hope in her eyes was quite obvious.
"Yes. You shouldn't have had to ask, considering that Ormand's his Great Grandfather."
"But considering that Ormand cannot…"
"That's true."
Tossing the box, Teek smirked, a trademark of her old House that made Nathalie feel like she was breaking family tradition.
"You alright?"
"Why was I sorted into Gryffindor? I
feel like I'm betraying my family."
"What?"
"Both you and Kain were Slytherin, and here I am, a bloody Gryffindor!"
Teek laughed and handed Nathalie the box before standing.
"Kain says he misses you," she said, "and that he'll be
coming to take you home soon."
"Home? you mean it Teek? He's coming here to get me?"
"Yup. Now, do you think Draco knows?"
"No. I don't think he's even been told
about Noir males, and their 'abilities'."
"Then I suggest you figure out how to tell him, because if he doesn't know
about it, I don't think you're head aches are going to go away."
With a groan, Nathalie stuck her tongue out at Teek, ignoring the joking threat in her eyes as she left the younger Necromancer to her thoughts. Nathalie opened the box with caution, and gasped at what she saw.
"Oh. My. God." she whispered, staring wide-eyed at the sterling dragon that held an ivory skull in its claws. "Teek!"
~!*!~
Draco Malfoy was fidgety.
No Malfoy ever fidgited.
Hermione watched him with amused eyes as he nervously tapped his feet
and when he glanced up at the clock for what was probably the 50th
time in twenty minutes, she just had to giggle.
"What?" asked the Slytherin.
"You'll probably hex me for saying so, but you're such a girl. Harry's fine. Dumbledore wanted him to meet that Necromancer that came today, and-"
"Why wasn't I invited?
Harry's my Mate, or has the world failed to notice?"
"The Headmaster thought you'd be too distracting to Harry, that's all.
Draco crossed his arms defiantly and continued tapping his feet.
What the bloody hell is wrong with me?! I feel as if he's here, but at the same time, like he's not. This had better not be another part of that damn Possession Stage, bacause I don't think I can deal with this much longer.
~!*!~
She was pretty, in a dark, deadly sort of way. Her eyes were just unnerving, and her hair was too short for his tastes, but to each their own… or so that saying goes.
Harry sat across from Dumbledore, Teek to his left, and Remus to his right. The meeting had gon well thus far, but he was sure there was something amiss.
"What exactly did you want to know, Mr. Potter?" Teek asked, stroking Fawkes' back.
"The Blood Stone.
Where can I find it?"
"Around Kain's neck, but that's not the answer you wanted, is it?" an eyebrow raised in amusement.
"I think you know why I'm asking." green eyes narrowed to slits of hard emerald, and Teek sipped her tea.
"You don't intimidate me, Mr. Potter. I too am a Dragon, and am much older than I appear."
"I don't doubt that, but in case you haven't noticed, I am the one you Necromancrs have been trying to save for the past, how many thousand yeas was it again?"
She glared daggers at him and put her tea down before standing. Her abrupt movement flustered the Phoenix sitting on her arm chair, and he nipped her in the butt to show his displeasure. Harry chuckled.
"You'd do well to talk to Nathalie in two weeks time. She'll tell you all you need to know about the Blood Stone, and its current disadvantages."
As she walked away, Harry felt a small knot build in the pit of his stomach, and took off in search of the dark-haired Gryffindor girl in question.
~!*!~
Draco was pacing, hands over his abdomen, and Hermione closed her book. Was she seeing thigs, or was there a faint glow under his hands? And if she was right, wasn't that a sure sign of…
No, not possible. Draco couldn't be… she thought eyes widening as she bolted out of her seat, hurrying to the bookcase. Surely Harry's got a book on this sort of thing…
"Granger, may I ask where you're going?"
"Huh? Oh! The Library. I just thought of something."
"Like?"
"How much do you know about Veelan anatomy, Draco?"
"Why?"
"Because you're holding your stomach, and there's a faint glow under your hands."
Draco stopped, hands falling limply to his side. Now that he thought about it…
Is that even possible?!
He ran out of Harry's rooms, following Hermione on her mad dash to the Library. When they got there, Nathalie was talking to Madaam Pince, and smiled over at them.
"Nathalie?" asked Hermione, "What're you doing here? You don't have any assignments that require
Library work due, do you?"
"No, but I thought our expectant friend here might like to know a little bit
about his 'condition'."
Draco paled and sat down, hands shaking as they settled over his stomach.
"Then I am. If you –of
all people- know, then I reallly am…"
"Noir Veela are famous for Males giving brith.
Draco, it's nothing to be worried about."
"I'm not worried, I'm scared shitless! I can't be… I don't want to be! There's now way in Hell I can be a father."
"Actually, you'd be the child's 'mother', but I won't go into the minor technicalities."
"Nathalie," Hermione snapped, pulling a chair up next to Draco so she could put an arm around his shoulders, a guesture he was not familiar with, "you're scaring him!"
"He's got nothing to be scared of! Draco, Noir men have bing having babies longer than I've been
alive. It's perfectly nature. You'll be fine."
"He's my Great Grandson, of course he'll be fine!"
The three looked up to see Ormand walking towards them, a huge smile on his face, and a tall, short blue-haired, blue-eyed cappachino skinned man coming up right behind him. Nathalie smiled and brought over two more chairs.
"Draco, my bory, this is wonderful news! Your Uncle Loki –you remember him, don't you?-, he's expecting his second. Medon certainly is a lucky bastard, finding himself worthy of a Noir like Loki." the green-haired Dragon King laughed, conjuring a pot of tea and a cup of coffee (for the man next to him), "Brock, this is Ms. Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor, and my Great Grandson, Draconis Malfoy, a Slytherin."
"A pleasure to meet you both. I am Brock, the Hufflepuff Badger, and the Water representative from the Council of Change."
Hermione nodded, Draco 'hmphed' and Nathalie smiled.
"Did I do something wrong?" Brock asked.
"No, not at all. We just haven't had the best of luck with your fellow Councilmen. They've been a bit… less than cooperative." replied Nathalie, playing with her new ring. "Ormand, have they told you?"
"Yes, Ms. Nathalie, they have. Chimera was not pleased, to say the least."
"I don't doubt that."
What, may I ask, are the two of you talking about?" interupted Hermione.
"I've been made a commanding officer in the Order of the Dragon."
Draco frowned and stood up. Ormand had a good idea what was to come next.
"Just watch who you order around, Nathalie."
He left the library, a book Brock had handed him under his arm. Things did not look good in Hermione's eyes, and she knew exactly where he was headed.
"I Hope Harry can understand what's going on with him. The Powers are changing quickly." Ormand sighed, sipping his tea.
"Harry can deal with the Power, it's the fact that Draco's p-"
"Sh! Someone might hear you!" Nathalie giggled.
"His 'condition' is what Harry's got to cope with."
"Why must your Noir men do that to yourselves? Child bearing is the womans job."
Three pairs of unammused eyes narrowed and Brock quickly excused himself.
~TBC~
Okay, now you have some idea as to where this is supposed to be going. Sparks –dahlink- black and silver would be appropriate for platinum and emerald, would it not? Or possibly black, grey and silver… hm. I don't think I'd make a very good interior designer. And how will Harry react to Draco's Noir-ness? How will I explain 'it'? Next chapter'll be out soon, so until then…
Schnoogles!