Title: Broken Wings
Author: black opal dragon
Summary/Plot: Draco decides to question his father's reason, he falls in love, has his heart broken, and is resurrected by an angel with broken wings. It's cryptic until you read it.
Warnings: language, blood, violence, angst (as best I can write it) general bad stuff, hence the rating. No sex, but some stuff in later chapters that some might call kinky, but it's not.
Archive: if you ask. if you want. just ask first, kay?
Pairings: Draco/original character, but don't let that put you off the fic.
Disclaimer: I own Belphegor, and Liadan. And a few things later on in the fic, including, well, that would give it away now, wouldn't it. I don't own Harry potter, and why JKR would want to name her books after that naïve fool is beyond me. Maybe she was smoking something she shouldn't have been.
A/N: Thanks for the review pixie, and in reply to one of your emails, you can have the Draco muse when I'm done with him, but only if I can swap you for a Lestat or possibly a Gackt muse. I'd rather a Lestat muse though, because my Japanese is a little rusty.
I know that people read this fic, so why aren't you reviewing? There will be a plot, and angst, and songs, and music, and ritual animal sacrifices! Well, probably no sacrifices, but. um. someone care to tell me why you think I'm not worth the few seconds it takes to review? Even if you have nothing to say, just review, please.
Not that I care what you think, but if you can point out any mistakes (like the mis-spelling of Jonathan's name in chapter one) then that's good, because I want to make this fic good. Anyone like to co-write it with me? You get a sneak preview of the plot. Yes there is a plot.
The handwriting in the letter, um, think: Edwardian script, (if you don't know what that is, open Microsoft word and find out =P) very neat, and, um, yeah =P
Since I am the writer of this fic, and therefore the big boss of what happens, I reserve the right to make up weird snake breeds, because I'm too lazy to research. Suggest some types of snakes you've had experience with? All I have is a juvenile black-headed python, it's my brother's actually, and he hardly lets me near her. Her name is Mika, and she's really docile. I wuv lil Mika! =)
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Draco awoke to the sun shining into his room. He growled sleepily and turned over, hiding his head under the covers. He had been having such a beautiful dream, there was an angel, and he danced with her on the ice.
He was startled out of his reverie by an owl tapping insistently on his window, no, not an owl- a raven. Curious. He got up and opened the window, taking the letter from the raven's leg. He opened it and began to read, noticing the deep blue ink with silver sparkles, and the flowing graceful script.
Draco,
I promised that I'd owl you, didn't I? If you're not doing anything today, do you want to meet my band? Please send a reply with Keernit, she'll get it to me faster than any owl could. I'll come pick you up. And of course, Belphegor is invited too. You might want to bring your violin; it would be great if you could play with us. Anyway, I've got to go, pets to feed, work to do and everything, so I might see you later.
Liadan.
Draco nearly dropped the letter; so it wasn't a dream after all. He looked around,
"Belphegor?" Belphegor materialized beside him.
*Yes?*
"Do you want to go visit Liadan?" Belphegor nodded, feigning seriousness,
*Yes, of course. Someone has to watch over you, make sure you don't make a fool of yourself.* Draco swatted at Belphegor, but it hovered just out of his reach, laughing.
"I will not make a fool of myself." He growled. Belphegor hovered near his ear.
*I know, I was only joking.* Draco scowled,
"Well it's not funny." Just then, Keernit flapped her wings impatiently, and Draco, sighing, got some parchment and a quill, and wrote back to Liadan. He attached the letter to Keernit's leg, and she flew out the window, seeming to disappear as she flew farther away.
Draco sat at his desk, his head in his hands. Belphegor, perched at the foot of his bed, tilted its head curiously.
*What's the matter? You're going to see her.* Draco looked up, a glazed, hopeless expression on his face.
"My father." Belphegor faded out and rematerialized above the desk before him,
*Oh. . . But surely you can find some way to get there. She was at the ball was she not? Her family must be the type with which your father associates, then would he not allow you to visit her?* Draco shook his head.
"No, I do not know her family, and I know all of the families that my father considers worthy of his time. If she were from any of those, I would have known her already." He shook his head. "No doubt my father would not let me go if he knew I intended to go to her house. What am I to do?"
*Narcissa could cover for you, from what I know of her she is not concerned with the things your father deems important.* Draco perked up at this,
"She could, you know, that's a brilliant idea." Belphegor grinned.
*One of us has to think clearly.* Draco grinned, flicking a scrunched up piece of parchment at it. Belphegor caught it and flicked it back, hitting Draco in the forehead.
"Hey! What the hell was that for?" Belphegor flew above his head, laughing.
*What? So you're the only one who can throw things?*
"You made fun of me!"
*You threw parchment at me. That makes us even.*
"No way! You threw parchment at me too!"
*Call it self-defense. Though you couldn't hit me if you tried.*
"I bet I could!" Just then, a house-elf poked her head around the door, squeaking and ducking back upon seeing Belphegor there. Gossip and rumors had spread through the manor since last night, and all of the servants feared Belphegor. "What do you want, Clicky?" The house elf stepped into the room, bowing.
"M-m-master knows Clicky's n-name!" she stammered, amazed.
"Yes," Draco drawled, "you repeat it often enough. Now what do you want?" The house elf stuttered, and tried to speak, but her eyes never left Belphegor.
"I-I-I w-was s-s-s-"
"Spit it out!" By this time, the elf had developed a nervous twitch in her right eye, and she was shaking quite violently. She finally managed to speak.
"L-Lady Malfoy sent Clicky to tell master Malfoy that she is leaving the manor for a week, she is having urgent business to tend to, and she tells Clicky to tell you. She is probably being apparating there this second, and she says goodbye."
Draco cursed and Belphegor growled at the elf. Clicky squeaked in fright, then fainted, and Draco kicked his door shut quite violently on the poor elf. He decided to go see Liadan anyway, his father couldn't stop him. Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door. Curiously, he opened it, surprised to see Liadan there. The air was strangely cold around her, and Draco supposed that she'd done that little disappearing trick to get there without his father noticing it.
"You ready to go?" she asked, smiling at him. He nodded mutely, and Belphegor materialized beside him. "Got your violin?" Draco rushed over to his desk and retrieved his violin. Seeing that he was ready, she took his hand in hers, and laid her other hand on Belphegor's wing. Draco's view of his surroundings went fuzzy, and the air around them became icy cold.
Draco opened his eyes and looked around to see a room full of people all looking at them. A boy with black hair and eyes, and olive skin stood up, greeting Liadan with a smile.
"Hey, back already! Care to introduce us to your friend?" Draco; realizing that his hand was still entwined with Liadan's, let go, blushing. Liadan gestured to the three youths scattered around the room, lounging on various pieces of furniture.
"This," she said, "is the band. Nightshade; meet Draco. Draco, this is Simon," she gestured to the tall one who had greeted them. "He plays bass guitar, and does all the weird freaky sound effects. Then there's Rachael, on lead guitar," A blue-eyed girl with chin-length blonde hair, that had many differently coloured streaks smiled and greeted him.
"Hi." Simon grinned and leaned on Rachael's shoulder.
"She's the evil one!" Rachael shoved him off her, and he fell sprawled on the floor, laughing. Liadan shook her head.
"If I may continue? This is Aaron, but everybody calls him kestrel. He plays drums." A boy with messy brown hair, and brown eyes looked up at him, raised a hand in greeting, and then went back to scribbling in a notebook. Just then, Belphegor appeared beside Draco. Rachael fell out of her chair.
"What the. . . Is that an imp?" Liadan grinned.
"Oh yeah. . . This is Belphegor, and no, it's not an imp. It's linked to Draco, kinda like Kestrel is linked to Fury." Draco was confused.
"Fury?" Liadan nodded, and Kestrel grinned impishly. He closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating. Just then, a streak of brown whizzed past Draco's ear, Belphegor hissed, its eyes turning red, and its fangs elongating. Kestrel opened his eyes, holding out his hand for the creature to rest. It was a kestrel. Belphegor hissed at it, its mental voice growling words in Draco's mind. Liadan tilted her head, curious.
"What's up with Belphegor?" Draco laughed.
"It says fury's a showoff." Liadan cracked up.
"What's the matter Belphegor? Jealous?" Belphegor shook its head vigorously, and returned to its original colouring. Just then, Draco remembered something he'd been meaning to ask her.
"Hey Liadan, you mentioned something about having pets to feed, what animals do you have?" Liadan smiled, and so did Simon, Rachael, and Kestrel. Draco looked around.
"What?" Draco asked, unnerved.
"I'll go bring one out." She said, and then faded out of sight.
"What?" Draco asked again, looking around, but nobody answered him. A few seconds later, Liadan walked back into the room with a giant snake around her shoulders. Draco smiled and walked up to it, running his hand over its scales.
"She's beautiful, what's her name?" Kestrel stared open-mouthed at him.
"Whoah, how the hell can you go near that thing? It's like, a man-eater or something." Draco grinned at him.
"Belphegor says you needn't worry, since you're not man enough to go near it anyway." Belphegor stuck its tongue out at kestrel, and Draco frowned at it. "Belphegor that was rude." Liadan was curious.
"How'd you know Ayana was female?" Draco smiled, letting the snake wind around his arm.
"I've been around snakes most of my life. My mother keeps and breeds them. I'm quite fond of carpet pythons, childrens pythons, black-headed pythons and smaller green snakes, though these giant jungle snakes are pretty cool too." Liadan smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. Draco smiled back, and Simon coughed distractingly. Draco's gaze dropped to the ground and he blushed.
Rachael broke the silence, "Hey, are we going to play or what?" Liadan disappeared, and a moment later returned, sans snake. She picked up her violin, and nodded.
"Let's go. Draco, Belphegor, Hold tight." She took Draco's hand in hers, and the cold surrounded them again. Draco blinked, looking around at the band room. The others were already there. Draco was confused.
"The room we were just in, and this one are in totally different parts of my family's manor. It would have taken ages to walk here, so we kinda took the magical shortcut. It's like apparating, but it can't be warded against, because the ministry of magic doesn't know about it. I brought you here, and Simon brought the others." Liadan explained. Draco was intrigued.
"So how did you figure out you could do this?" Liadan grinned.
"It's actually an interesting story. You see, Simon and I are the only ones we know of who can do this, and he's my cousin, though he may not look it, so maybe it's a family thing, but one day when I was about 5, and Simon was 6, we were both in his tree house, and I fell. He somehow managed to make it to the ground and catch me before I hit the ground. Our parents wrote it off as just his magic showing at an early age, but even then, we knew better. Simon taught himself how to warp at will, and the next summer that I saw him, he taught me how to do it too." Draco was shocked.
"That's amazing!" Liadan nodded.
"It's strange though, everyone here seems to have some unusual magical ability. Simon and I can warp, Draco, you and Kestrel are linked to magical creatures, and Rachael." Rachael smiled and nodded, so Liadan continued. "Rachael IS a magical creature."
"Vampire, to be exact." Rachael said, grinning. Draco took a step backwards.
"You mean as in 'Dracula' vampire?" Rachael laughed.
"Not quite, though vampires in the wizarding world are treated much like werewolves are. It is more through a lack of understanding about our kind, than us being dangerous." Simon draped an arm over her shoulder.
"Yup, she's as harmless as a kitten." Rachael snarled, baring her fangs at him, and Simon shrank back.
"These fangs aren't just for decoration," she said, smiling again, "and even though you guys have no problem with me being a vampire, there are a lot of people in the wizarding world who fear our kind. Their ignorance has led to vampires being hunted almost to extinction. I was born a vampire, ad I can't change who I am, but even if I could, I wouldn't."
"We wouldn't have you any other way." Said Liadan, picking up her violin. "Now are we going to play, or what? We said before we'd start off with 'forsaken.' Draco, do you think that if we played it once through, you could pick up the violin part?" Draco nodded. "Everyone ready?" Kestrel nodded, Simon picked up his bass guitar, Rachael plugged her guitar into the amp, and they began to play.
((A/N: okay, um, I have no idea how to describe the song they played, but it's 'forsaken,' by David Draiman, (from the band 'disturbed.') It's from the queen of the damned soundtrack, which I bought a week ago, and now I'm almost broke! Yippee! But you seriously have to listen to it to get an idea of what it's like. And just imagine the first melodic part played on violin, because I couldn't figure out what instrument it was, and Lestat plays violin, so =P))
Simon waved his wand and the air was filled with a mournful sound, like the howling wind. Liadan began to play. Rachael stepped up to the microphone and began to sing, her voice was eerily beautiful, almost inhuman. Draco wondered whether it was because she was a vampire that she could sing like that. . . it was frightening, the music seeped into his very being, producing images in his mind.
'I'm over it, you see I'm falling in a vast abyss, clouded by memories of the past, at last, I see. . . I hear it fading, I can't speak it, or else you will dig my grave, you fear them finding, always whining, take my hand now, be alive. You see I cannot be forsaken, because I'm not the only one, we walk amongst you, feeding, raping. . . must we hide from everyone. I'm over it, why can't we be together, embrace it. Sleeping so long, taking off the mask, at last, I see. . . I feel this fading, I can't speak it, or else you will dig my grave. you fear them finding, always whining, take my hand now, be alive. You see I cannot be forsaken, because I'm not the only one, we walk amongst you, feeding, raping. . . must we hide from everyone. . . '
The song ended, and Liadan looked up, smiling.
"You think you can do the violin part?" Draco nodded. "Good. I'll do another violin part we wrote for this song. This isn't exactly our usual music style, there's usually a freakier tune, and more violin, but it's good for a warm-up." They played the song through again, Draco picking up the violin part quite easily. When they had finished the song, Belphegor spoke to Draco.
((It's a simple tune; he can play by ear. If I can do it on piano, then he can do it on violin. If you're listening to the song, you'll understand how easy it is.))
*Your father is nearing your room, Draco. The spell I had there just warned me. And when he realizes that you are not there. . . You'd better go back.* Draco swore.
"Thanks Belphegor. Liadan? I'm really sorry, but my father is about to walk in and realize that I'm not there, so, um. . . would you mind?" Liadan smiled.
"It's not a problem. I'll take you back." She took his hand in hers, and they disappeared in a swirl of icy air.
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A/N: okay, I'm sorry for not posting this chapter earlier, but I've been really busy. Pixie offered in an email to give me a piece of fanart for every chapter that I post, and I am soooo happy! Pixie, you owe me a piece of fanart! I don't know where this story is gonna go though. I have about five different endings, but I'm still deciding, so I might not have that many more chapters to do. I dunno.
There's a chance for a sequel too, if someone will write it with me. And no, pixie, I know what you said, but you've done too much for me already! you're being too nice! And whatever happened to that dathri girl you told me you'd show the fic to? Hello? Dathri? Are you out there? Okay, so if you read this dathri, then I'm not gonna kill you, because pixie won't let me. Apparently you're friends ore something, but you have some explaining to do girlie! Feed poor Anni some reviews won't you? If, that is, pixie actually showed you this fic. Pixie? Tell me who to blame!
And if I see anyone stealing my characters, I'll find you, and you will die a horrible, painful death. The next chapter might even be posted in an hour or so, it depends on whether I fall asleep on my keyboard or not.. As pixie once said, 'I wanna go back to my coffin and sleep for another hour or so.' Pixie is as obsessed with vampires as I am. I know, she's not the only one to review my fic, and I will give you all cookies one day, but pixie emails me. Good pixie. *pats pixie on the head, backing away after pixie growls at her.* pixie, I'm gonna base Rachael on you, tell me if I screw up the personality, won't you? um, gotta get started on the next chapter. Seeya!
Author: black opal dragon
Summary/Plot: Draco decides to question his father's reason, he falls in love, has his heart broken, and is resurrected by an angel with broken wings. It's cryptic until you read it.
Warnings: language, blood, violence, angst (as best I can write it) general bad stuff, hence the rating. No sex, but some stuff in later chapters that some might call kinky, but it's not.
Archive: if you ask. if you want. just ask first, kay?
Pairings: Draco/original character, but don't let that put you off the fic.
Disclaimer: I own Belphegor, and Liadan. And a few things later on in the fic, including, well, that would give it away now, wouldn't it. I don't own Harry potter, and why JKR would want to name her books after that naïve fool is beyond me. Maybe she was smoking something she shouldn't have been.
A/N: Thanks for the review pixie, and in reply to one of your emails, you can have the Draco muse when I'm done with him, but only if I can swap you for a Lestat or possibly a Gackt muse. I'd rather a Lestat muse though, because my Japanese is a little rusty.
I know that people read this fic, so why aren't you reviewing? There will be a plot, and angst, and songs, and music, and ritual animal sacrifices! Well, probably no sacrifices, but. um. someone care to tell me why you think I'm not worth the few seconds it takes to review? Even if you have nothing to say, just review, please.
Not that I care what you think, but if you can point out any mistakes (like the mis-spelling of Jonathan's name in chapter one) then that's good, because I want to make this fic good. Anyone like to co-write it with me? You get a sneak preview of the plot. Yes there is a plot.
The handwriting in the letter, um, think: Edwardian script, (if you don't know what that is, open Microsoft word and find out =P) very neat, and, um, yeah =P
Since I am the writer of this fic, and therefore the big boss of what happens, I reserve the right to make up weird snake breeds, because I'm too lazy to research. Suggest some types of snakes you've had experience with? All I have is a juvenile black-headed python, it's my brother's actually, and he hardly lets me near her. Her name is Mika, and she's really docile. I wuv lil Mika! =)
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Draco awoke to the sun shining into his room. He growled sleepily and turned over, hiding his head under the covers. He had been having such a beautiful dream, there was an angel, and he danced with her on the ice.
He was startled out of his reverie by an owl tapping insistently on his window, no, not an owl- a raven. Curious. He got up and opened the window, taking the letter from the raven's leg. He opened it and began to read, noticing the deep blue ink with silver sparkles, and the flowing graceful script.
Draco,
I promised that I'd owl you, didn't I? If you're not doing anything today, do you want to meet my band? Please send a reply with Keernit, she'll get it to me faster than any owl could. I'll come pick you up. And of course, Belphegor is invited too. You might want to bring your violin; it would be great if you could play with us. Anyway, I've got to go, pets to feed, work to do and everything, so I might see you later.
Liadan.
Draco nearly dropped the letter; so it wasn't a dream after all. He looked around,
"Belphegor?" Belphegor materialized beside him.
*Yes?*
"Do you want to go visit Liadan?" Belphegor nodded, feigning seriousness,
*Yes, of course. Someone has to watch over you, make sure you don't make a fool of yourself.* Draco swatted at Belphegor, but it hovered just out of his reach, laughing.
"I will not make a fool of myself." He growled. Belphegor hovered near his ear.
*I know, I was only joking.* Draco scowled,
"Well it's not funny." Just then, Keernit flapped her wings impatiently, and Draco, sighing, got some parchment and a quill, and wrote back to Liadan. He attached the letter to Keernit's leg, and she flew out the window, seeming to disappear as she flew farther away.
Draco sat at his desk, his head in his hands. Belphegor, perched at the foot of his bed, tilted its head curiously.
*What's the matter? You're going to see her.* Draco looked up, a glazed, hopeless expression on his face.
"My father." Belphegor faded out and rematerialized above the desk before him,
*Oh. . . But surely you can find some way to get there. She was at the ball was she not? Her family must be the type with which your father associates, then would he not allow you to visit her?* Draco shook his head.
"No, I do not know her family, and I know all of the families that my father considers worthy of his time. If she were from any of those, I would have known her already." He shook his head. "No doubt my father would not let me go if he knew I intended to go to her house. What am I to do?"
*Narcissa could cover for you, from what I know of her she is not concerned with the things your father deems important.* Draco perked up at this,
"She could, you know, that's a brilliant idea." Belphegor grinned.
*One of us has to think clearly.* Draco grinned, flicking a scrunched up piece of parchment at it. Belphegor caught it and flicked it back, hitting Draco in the forehead.
"Hey! What the hell was that for?" Belphegor flew above his head, laughing.
*What? So you're the only one who can throw things?*
"You made fun of me!"
*You threw parchment at me. That makes us even.*
"No way! You threw parchment at me too!"
*Call it self-defense. Though you couldn't hit me if you tried.*
"I bet I could!" Just then, a house-elf poked her head around the door, squeaking and ducking back upon seeing Belphegor there. Gossip and rumors had spread through the manor since last night, and all of the servants feared Belphegor. "What do you want, Clicky?" The house elf stepped into the room, bowing.
"M-m-master knows Clicky's n-name!" she stammered, amazed.
"Yes," Draco drawled, "you repeat it often enough. Now what do you want?" The house elf stuttered, and tried to speak, but her eyes never left Belphegor.
"I-I-I w-was s-s-s-"
"Spit it out!" By this time, the elf had developed a nervous twitch in her right eye, and she was shaking quite violently. She finally managed to speak.
"L-Lady Malfoy sent Clicky to tell master Malfoy that she is leaving the manor for a week, she is having urgent business to tend to, and she tells Clicky to tell you. She is probably being apparating there this second, and she says goodbye."
Draco cursed and Belphegor growled at the elf. Clicky squeaked in fright, then fainted, and Draco kicked his door shut quite violently on the poor elf. He decided to go see Liadan anyway, his father couldn't stop him. Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door. Curiously, he opened it, surprised to see Liadan there. The air was strangely cold around her, and Draco supposed that she'd done that little disappearing trick to get there without his father noticing it.
"You ready to go?" she asked, smiling at him. He nodded mutely, and Belphegor materialized beside him. "Got your violin?" Draco rushed over to his desk and retrieved his violin. Seeing that he was ready, she took his hand in hers, and laid her other hand on Belphegor's wing. Draco's view of his surroundings went fuzzy, and the air around them became icy cold.
Draco opened his eyes and looked around to see a room full of people all looking at them. A boy with black hair and eyes, and olive skin stood up, greeting Liadan with a smile.
"Hey, back already! Care to introduce us to your friend?" Draco; realizing that his hand was still entwined with Liadan's, let go, blushing. Liadan gestured to the three youths scattered around the room, lounging on various pieces of furniture.
"This," she said, "is the band. Nightshade; meet Draco. Draco, this is Simon," she gestured to the tall one who had greeted them. "He plays bass guitar, and does all the weird freaky sound effects. Then there's Rachael, on lead guitar," A blue-eyed girl with chin-length blonde hair, that had many differently coloured streaks smiled and greeted him.
"Hi." Simon grinned and leaned on Rachael's shoulder.
"She's the evil one!" Rachael shoved him off her, and he fell sprawled on the floor, laughing. Liadan shook her head.
"If I may continue? This is Aaron, but everybody calls him kestrel. He plays drums." A boy with messy brown hair, and brown eyes looked up at him, raised a hand in greeting, and then went back to scribbling in a notebook. Just then, Belphegor appeared beside Draco. Rachael fell out of her chair.
"What the. . . Is that an imp?" Liadan grinned.
"Oh yeah. . . This is Belphegor, and no, it's not an imp. It's linked to Draco, kinda like Kestrel is linked to Fury." Draco was confused.
"Fury?" Liadan nodded, and Kestrel grinned impishly. He closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating. Just then, a streak of brown whizzed past Draco's ear, Belphegor hissed, its eyes turning red, and its fangs elongating. Kestrel opened his eyes, holding out his hand for the creature to rest. It was a kestrel. Belphegor hissed at it, its mental voice growling words in Draco's mind. Liadan tilted her head, curious.
"What's up with Belphegor?" Draco laughed.
"It says fury's a showoff." Liadan cracked up.
"What's the matter Belphegor? Jealous?" Belphegor shook its head vigorously, and returned to its original colouring. Just then, Draco remembered something he'd been meaning to ask her.
"Hey Liadan, you mentioned something about having pets to feed, what animals do you have?" Liadan smiled, and so did Simon, Rachael, and Kestrel. Draco looked around.
"What?" Draco asked, unnerved.
"I'll go bring one out." She said, and then faded out of sight.
"What?" Draco asked again, looking around, but nobody answered him. A few seconds later, Liadan walked back into the room with a giant snake around her shoulders. Draco smiled and walked up to it, running his hand over its scales.
"She's beautiful, what's her name?" Kestrel stared open-mouthed at him.
"Whoah, how the hell can you go near that thing? It's like, a man-eater or something." Draco grinned at him.
"Belphegor says you needn't worry, since you're not man enough to go near it anyway." Belphegor stuck its tongue out at kestrel, and Draco frowned at it. "Belphegor that was rude." Liadan was curious.
"How'd you know Ayana was female?" Draco smiled, letting the snake wind around his arm.
"I've been around snakes most of my life. My mother keeps and breeds them. I'm quite fond of carpet pythons, childrens pythons, black-headed pythons and smaller green snakes, though these giant jungle snakes are pretty cool too." Liadan smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. Draco smiled back, and Simon coughed distractingly. Draco's gaze dropped to the ground and he blushed.
Rachael broke the silence, "Hey, are we going to play or what?" Liadan disappeared, and a moment later returned, sans snake. She picked up her violin, and nodded.
"Let's go. Draco, Belphegor, Hold tight." She took Draco's hand in hers, and the cold surrounded them again. Draco blinked, looking around at the band room. The others were already there. Draco was confused.
"The room we were just in, and this one are in totally different parts of my family's manor. It would have taken ages to walk here, so we kinda took the magical shortcut. It's like apparating, but it can't be warded against, because the ministry of magic doesn't know about it. I brought you here, and Simon brought the others." Liadan explained. Draco was intrigued.
"So how did you figure out you could do this?" Liadan grinned.
"It's actually an interesting story. You see, Simon and I are the only ones we know of who can do this, and he's my cousin, though he may not look it, so maybe it's a family thing, but one day when I was about 5, and Simon was 6, we were both in his tree house, and I fell. He somehow managed to make it to the ground and catch me before I hit the ground. Our parents wrote it off as just his magic showing at an early age, but even then, we knew better. Simon taught himself how to warp at will, and the next summer that I saw him, he taught me how to do it too." Draco was shocked.
"That's amazing!" Liadan nodded.
"It's strange though, everyone here seems to have some unusual magical ability. Simon and I can warp, Draco, you and Kestrel are linked to magical creatures, and Rachael." Rachael smiled and nodded, so Liadan continued. "Rachael IS a magical creature."
"Vampire, to be exact." Rachael said, grinning. Draco took a step backwards.
"You mean as in 'Dracula' vampire?" Rachael laughed.
"Not quite, though vampires in the wizarding world are treated much like werewolves are. It is more through a lack of understanding about our kind, than us being dangerous." Simon draped an arm over her shoulder.
"Yup, she's as harmless as a kitten." Rachael snarled, baring her fangs at him, and Simon shrank back.
"These fangs aren't just for decoration," she said, smiling again, "and even though you guys have no problem with me being a vampire, there are a lot of people in the wizarding world who fear our kind. Their ignorance has led to vampires being hunted almost to extinction. I was born a vampire, ad I can't change who I am, but even if I could, I wouldn't."
"We wouldn't have you any other way." Said Liadan, picking up her violin. "Now are we going to play, or what? We said before we'd start off with 'forsaken.' Draco, do you think that if we played it once through, you could pick up the violin part?" Draco nodded. "Everyone ready?" Kestrel nodded, Simon picked up his bass guitar, Rachael plugged her guitar into the amp, and they began to play.
((A/N: okay, um, I have no idea how to describe the song they played, but it's 'forsaken,' by David Draiman, (from the band 'disturbed.') It's from the queen of the damned soundtrack, which I bought a week ago, and now I'm almost broke! Yippee! But you seriously have to listen to it to get an idea of what it's like. And just imagine the first melodic part played on violin, because I couldn't figure out what instrument it was, and Lestat plays violin, so =P))
Simon waved his wand and the air was filled with a mournful sound, like the howling wind. Liadan began to play. Rachael stepped up to the microphone and began to sing, her voice was eerily beautiful, almost inhuman. Draco wondered whether it was because she was a vampire that she could sing like that. . . it was frightening, the music seeped into his very being, producing images in his mind.
'I'm over it, you see I'm falling in a vast abyss, clouded by memories of the past, at last, I see. . . I hear it fading, I can't speak it, or else you will dig my grave, you fear them finding, always whining, take my hand now, be alive. You see I cannot be forsaken, because I'm not the only one, we walk amongst you, feeding, raping. . . must we hide from everyone. I'm over it, why can't we be together, embrace it. Sleeping so long, taking off the mask, at last, I see. . . I feel this fading, I can't speak it, or else you will dig my grave. you fear them finding, always whining, take my hand now, be alive. You see I cannot be forsaken, because I'm not the only one, we walk amongst you, feeding, raping. . . must we hide from everyone. . . '
The song ended, and Liadan looked up, smiling.
"You think you can do the violin part?" Draco nodded. "Good. I'll do another violin part we wrote for this song. This isn't exactly our usual music style, there's usually a freakier tune, and more violin, but it's good for a warm-up." They played the song through again, Draco picking up the violin part quite easily. When they had finished the song, Belphegor spoke to Draco.
((It's a simple tune; he can play by ear. If I can do it on piano, then he can do it on violin. If you're listening to the song, you'll understand how easy it is.))
*Your father is nearing your room, Draco. The spell I had there just warned me. And when he realizes that you are not there. . . You'd better go back.* Draco swore.
"Thanks Belphegor. Liadan? I'm really sorry, but my father is about to walk in and realize that I'm not there, so, um. . . would you mind?" Liadan smiled.
"It's not a problem. I'll take you back." She took his hand in hers, and they disappeared in a swirl of icy air.
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A/N: okay, I'm sorry for not posting this chapter earlier, but I've been really busy. Pixie offered in an email to give me a piece of fanart for every chapter that I post, and I am soooo happy! Pixie, you owe me a piece of fanart! I don't know where this story is gonna go though. I have about five different endings, but I'm still deciding, so I might not have that many more chapters to do. I dunno.
There's a chance for a sequel too, if someone will write it with me. And no, pixie, I know what you said, but you've done too much for me already! you're being too nice! And whatever happened to that dathri girl you told me you'd show the fic to? Hello? Dathri? Are you out there? Okay, so if you read this dathri, then I'm not gonna kill you, because pixie won't let me. Apparently you're friends ore something, but you have some explaining to do girlie! Feed poor Anni some reviews won't you? If, that is, pixie actually showed you this fic. Pixie? Tell me who to blame!
And if I see anyone stealing my characters, I'll find you, and you will die a horrible, painful death. The next chapter might even be posted in an hour or so, it depends on whether I fall asleep on my keyboard or not.. As pixie once said, 'I wanna go back to my coffin and sleep for another hour or so.' Pixie is as obsessed with vampires as I am. I know, she's not the only one to review my fic, and I will give you all cookies one day, but pixie emails me. Good pixie. *pats pixie on the head, backing away after pixie growls at her.* pixie, I'm gonna base Rachael on you, tell me if I screw up the personality, won't you? um, gotta get started on the next chapter. Seeya!