Of Shadows, Of War, and Of Love
~M.L.~~
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Disclaimer:HOLY MOLEY, I DON'T OWN ANYTHINGS!!
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He was a demon...He stepped out, Harry studying him. He never really saw one before. There weren't many diffrences between demons, angels and humans physically. Angels were kind and gentle, living in Nirvana, they would create life, and protect it.They glowed with a sort of light, and most had wings, dove wings mainly, that arched from their shoulders to thier feet. Humans were the inbetween. They could go either way. In time, a human may be reborn as a angel or a demon. Demons were supose to live underground most of their lives, or a few scarce ones living on the mortal plain, in the woods mostly.They varied sometimes, most had bat-like wings, but some sprouted unnatural tails, or horns, or had odd markings. It was not that odd to have a half-animal demon running around. Most began to call these demi-humans, because they looked and acted more like humans then demons, and were usually hairy, or had odd body parts like cat ears, or wolf tails.
"W-who are you?" Harry managed to call out, diving into the water to cover his shame.
"I am Draco Malfoy," came an pained response, he was struggling to hold himself up, let alone talk. Draco gazed at the angel, he was quite lovely. He knew he should not be thinking about pleasures of the flesh right now, but he had to distract himself from the seering pain in his side, and left wing. He knew he couldn't fly, so he had to be careful what he said. He had to get on this naive boy's good side.
"I am Harry.. Harry Potter. " he said. "Are you alright?" No sooner had he called these words out did Draco collapse.
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Draco woke up, the sound of falling water ringing in his ears.
"Where..." he gasped, opening his eyes as he sat up. He was surronded by the oddest forest ever. The trees,, even in Nirvana, were always green, unless a highly skilled nature Sprite or Angel changed them, but in this place, they were violet and indigo. Almost every shade of purple. The grass was a deep blue, almost the color of the ocean, and there was a large water fall filling into a lake with several fish swimming in it. The fish, which were quite large, had multi colored scales. Red, blue, pink. He was quite awed by the sites. He had been on several plains of excistance, but this was by far, the most beautiful he ever saw. In the distance he saw a house. Just a normal house. Draco thought it was just alittle out of place in such a lovley area. He stood up, and found his black, chain-mail shirt was gone, and his side was bandaged. His wing was in a sling. He touched a few minor places he thought he would have bruises or scrapes to find them completly healed.
He sighed and looked towards the building, undoing the sling while he did. He streached his wing, and beat it slightly. It was still weak, but he could probally fly on it. He guessed he was still in Nirvana, since this was obviously an angel's residance. Most likly the one he meant near the pond. He wouldn't mind if Draco left without thanking him....
He turned, ready to take off, when an image filled his mind.
-Flashback-
He was curled on the stone, his robes tossed on the side of the lake, his long slender hands covering his face, his tall, slim body shaking with surpressed tears and sobs....
--end f.b.---
'Then again..' Draco thought, a tounge running over smooth, pale lips. 'It wouldn't be very nice NOT to thank him..' He made his way for the house.
He pushed open the wooden door. He was in a kitchen, melodic humming filling the room from an ebony haired figure with large, white wings curved to hide most of thier back. He walked, silently up to the angel, wrapping an arm around its waist...
"You never did awnser my question last night.." he whispered.
Suddenly a very female like scream filled the room. Draco let go, and backed up.
"Uh..." he uttered in confusion..
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" A very befuddled young angel with black hair yelled, waving a dangerous ladle at Draco.
"UH....who are you??" Draco gasped, "Wheres Harry?"
She grimiced and tossed the ladle back into the soup she was cooking.
"HARRRY!" She hollared, causing Draco to cover his ears in pain, "The stray you brought home is finally awake."
Harry was in the doorway in less then a second. "Thats not very nice, Cho." he said, adjusting his robes,"hes our guest and you're reffering to him as if he is a dog of sorts."
"He IS a demon! It should be a complement for me to call him a dog." Cho replied, truning back to the soup. Angels and Demons, though they didn't need to eat, sometimes did it as a leisure. Angels, however, did not eat meat, but vegetables were all right, and so were fruits, as long as the Nature Spirits allowed them to have them that is. Demons would eat meat. Waste meat. It didn't matter to them, whoever died.
"Don't mind her, shes a little mad right now.." Harry murmered, ducking the ladel as she chucked it at his head.
"MAD!? MADDDD!?" she yelled, tears welling in her eyes, "You think that with Fred and George gone..I'd have a chance...A chance to BE with you...and I come all this way to find you with THIS demon sleeping in YOUR bed, and you passed out on the floor. "
"Its not what it looked like! He was wounded." Harry said.
"I know." she replied, wipping her tears on her apron, "but will you ever look at me, Harry..." She put her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes, leaning towars Harry. She was speaking in whispers now, her lips growing ever closer to Harrys...
Harry felt fear grip at him, stepping away from the girl. He coughed as she caught her balance, acting like nothing happened and walked past her to Draco. Examining his wing he frowned and shook his head.
"Even with my magic it will take a good three weeks before you can leave." Harry said.
"Oh really? I could fly off right now if I wanted." he said, putting a hand on his hip.
"Then try. Glide from here to the door." Harry said.
Draco arched a brow and beat his wings, hovering a few feet from the ground. He tryed to move forward, roataing his wings so he could move foward when pain surged through his body. He gasped, falling to the ground, clutching his left shoulder.
"I told you...its not fully healed. You had several broken bones in your wing and shoulder, and you're only going to be able to move it so much. " Harry said.
"So...Im stuck here." Draco muttered.
"Don't worry, I have other bed rooms. I just need to prepare them.." Harry murmured.
"IF HES STAYING IM STAYING TOO!" Cho fummed.
"I give up.." Harry muttered."Fine Cho.."
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Loser: CELEBRATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dances like an idiot~*
~M.L.~~
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Disclaimer:HOLY MOLEY, I DON'T OWN ANYTHINGS!!
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He was a demon...He stepped out, Harry studying him. He never really saw one before. There weren't many diffrences between demons, angels and humans physically. Angels were kind and gentle, living in Nirvana, they would create life, and protect it.They glowed with a sort of light, and most had wings, dove wings mainly, that arched from their shoulders to thier feet. Humans were the inbetween. They could go either way. In time, a human may be reborn as a angel or a demon. Demons were supose to live underground most of their lives, or a few scarce ones living on the mortal plain, in the woods mostly.They varied sometimes, most had bat-like wings, but some sprouted unnatural tails, or horns, or had odd markings. It was not that odd to have a half-animal demon running around. Most began to call these demi-humans, because they looked and acted more like humans then demons, and were usually hairy, or had odd body parts like cat ears, or wolf tails.
"W-who are you?" Harry managed to call out, diving into the water to cover his shame.
"I am Draco Malfoy," came an pained response, he was struggling to hold himself up, let alone talk. Draco gazed at the angel, he was quite lovely. He knew he should not be thinking about pleasures of the flesh right now, but he had to distract himself from the seering pain in his side, and left wing. He knew he couldn't fly, so he had to be careful what he said. He had to get on this naive boy's good side.
"I am Harry.. Harry Potter. " he said. "Are you alright?" No sooner had he called these words out did Draco collapse.
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Draco woke up, the sound of falling water ringing in his ears.
"Where..." he gasped, opening his eyes as he sat up. He was surronded by the oddest forest ever. The trees,, even in Nirvana, were always green, unless a highly skilled nature Sprite or Angel changed them, but in this place, they were violet and indigo. Almost every shade of purple. The grass was a deep blue, almost the color of the ocean, and there was a large water fall filling into a lake with several fish swimming in it. The fish, which were quite large, had multi colored scales. Red, blue, pink. He was quite awed by the sites. He had been on several plains of excistance, but this was by far, the most beautiful he ever saw. In the distance he saw a house. Just a normal house. Draco thought it was just alittle out of place in such a lovley area. He stood up, and found his black, chain-mail shirt was gone, and his side was bandaged. His wing was in a sling. He touched a few minor places he thought he would have bruises or scrapes to find them completly healed.
He sighed and looked towards the building, undoing the sling while he did. He streached his wing, and beat it slightly. It was still weak, but he could probally fly on it. He guessed he was still in Nirvana, since this was obviously an angel's residance. Most likly the one he meant near the pond. He wouldn't mind if Draco left without thanking him....
He turned, ready to take off, when an image filled his mind.
-Flashback-
He was curled on the stone, his robes tossed on the side of the lake, his long slender hands covering his face, his tall, slim body shaking with surpressed tears and sobs....
--end f.b.---
'Then again..' Draco thought, a tounge running over smooth, pale lips. 'It wouldn't be very nice NOT to thank him..' He made his way for the house.
He pushed open the wooden door. He was in a kitchen, melodic humming filling the room from an ebony haired figure with large, white wings curved to hide most of thier back. He walked, silently up to the angel, wrapping an arm around its waist...
"You never did awnser my question last night.." he whispered.
Suddenly a very female like scream filled the room. Draco let go, and backed up.
"Uh..." he uttered in confusion..
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" A very befuddled young angel with black hair yelled, waving a dangerous ladle at Draco.
"UH....who are you??" Draco gasped, "Wheres Harry?"
She grimiced and tossed the ladle back into the soup she was cooking.
"HARRRY!" She hollared, causing Draco to cover his ears in pain, "The stray you brought home is finally awake."
Harry was in the doorway in less then a second. "Thats not very nice, Cho." he said, adjusting his robes,"hes our guest and you're reffering to him as if he is a dog of sorts."
"He IS a demon! It should be a complement for me to call him a dog." Cho replied, truning back to the soup. Angels and Demons, though they didn't need to eat, sometimes did it as a leisure. Angels, however, did not eat meat, but vegetables were all right, and so were fruits, as long as the Nature Spirits allowed them to have them that is. Demons would eat meat. Waste meat. It didn't matter to them, whoever died.
"Don't mind her, shes a little mad right now.." Harry murmered, ducking the ladel as she chucked it at his head.
"MAD!? MADDDD!?" she yelled, tears welling in her eyes, "You think that with Fred and George gone..I'd have a chance...A chance to BE with you...and I come all this way to find you with THIS demon sleeping in YOUR bed, and you passed out on the floor. "
"Its not what it looked like! He was wounded." Harry said.
"I know." she replied, wipping her tears on her apron, "but will you ever look at me, Harry..." She put her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes, leaning towars Harry. She was speaking in whispers now, her lips growing ever closer to Harrys...
Harry felt fear grip at him, stepping away from the girl. He coughed as she caught her balance, acting like nothing happened and walked past her to Draco. Examining his wing he frowned and shook his head.
"Even with my magic it will take a good three weeks before you can leave." Harry said.
"Oh really? I could fly off right now if I wanted." he said, putting a hand on his hip.
"Then try. Glide from here to the door." Harry said.
Draco arched a brow and beat his wings, hovering a few feet from the ground. He tryed to move forward, roataing his wings so he could move foward when pain surged through his body. He gasped, falling to the ground, clutching his left shoulder.
"I told you...its not fully healed. You had several broken bones in your wing and shoulder, and you're only going to be able to move it so much. " Harry said.
"So...Im stuck here." Draco muttered.
"Don't worry, I have other bed rooms. I just need to prepare them.." Harry murmured.
"IF HES STAYING IM STAYING TOO!" Cho fummed.
"I give up.." Harry muttered."Fine Cho.."
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Loser: CELEBRATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dances like an idiot~*
