Title – Facets of a Dragon

Chapter – Three, Paradox

Authoress – Phoenix Tears

Summary – Life is full of paradoxes. Draco Malfoy is only one of them.

Rating – PG13

Warning – Slash, AU, language, rape

Disclaimer – I own nothing, except for this plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Authoress' Note – I am a citizen of America, so pardon the spellings if they are not strictly United Kingdom type English… you know, with 'colour' or 'color'…

Feedback – Of course, as for every writer, questions, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all greatly appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy.

            Drake's a great kid, really.

            I mean, even though he's a Death Eater and all that, it must take lots of gut to come over to the Light side and act as spy for us, don't you think?

            Now that I think about it, I wonder why Harry, Ron, and Hermione always used to hate him so much.

            Lucius and Snape are still smarmy old bastards, but Drake won't let me say that in front of him or them. Pity he loves them too much.

            Drake is a wonderful kid. Most people just don't see it.

            Drake calls Remus a variety of names – 'Rem', 'Fenris', 'Wolf-man'… but all in good fun. Remus mock-glares at all the names involving 'wolf' in them, but laughs, because Drake is a wolf now, also.

            He calls me 'Siri', strangely. The only other person ever to have done that was Jamie. Oh, James… Remus even calls me 'Sirius', to mock about how unserious I am.

            Drake is –

            Hmm.

            It's hard to find one word to describe him. But if I had to, I think the word would be paradox.

            Hell, that's exactly what he is!

            He's living a life of lies and masks, but inside, he's really an afraid young man who doesn't know if his family and friends are going to even live or not.

            He's annoyingly handsome and the wet dream of nearly all kids at Hogwarts, but his life is filled with such ugly pictures – he's told me what You-Know-Who does to him.

            He pretends to hate everyone on the outside, but craves their love.

            Poor kiddo.

            Over sixth year, when I was at Hogwarts acting as Snape's pet dog – so degrading – and Remus was staying for some research, Drake had often visited Snape's rooms.

            At that time, Drake was already a Death Eater, but not a spy. A Death Eater at sixteen – wow. It seems Voldie is recruiting really young now; Drake told Snape his friends Blaise and Pansy were inducted the same day as him.

            He would talk to Snape about becoming a spy, but Snape would always tell him it was too dangerous.

            One day, Snape was out, and I was the only one in the chambers. Drake came in without knocking – like he always does – and took one look at me.

            You're not a dog, Snuffles.

            Arf.

            I mean, why would Sev name his dog Snuffles, of all things?

            Arf. I absolutely agree.

            I've been researching Animagi. I want to become one – a wolf, I think. A panther is nice, also. Very elegant and dangerous. But anyway, I've read about the auras they give off, and I've found I'm quite good at detecting auras. You know, your aura reeks of human, even though you obviously look like a dog. I've come to the conclusion that you must be an Animagus.

            Clever boy. Woof!

            Let's see… Who could you be? Someone who Severus knows quite well, for sure, and maybe even one that he hates, from the way he always shoots you death glares. Someone who is friends with Fenris and Potter, because you reek of their odors.

            Arf, arf!

            You must be… Sirius Black.

            Clever boy.

            Why can't I transform, Siri?

            I dunno. Maybe you're not picturing and trying to feel yourself as that animal enough, Drake. Try harder!

            He closed his eyes. He'd been researching for months, before he cajoled me to help him become an Animagus. His father had already pulled strings at the Ministry so Drake could become a registered one, even though he was underage. Bloody Malfoys.

            Drake had already done all the meticulous work – theory, spells, and the like. He is a smart boy, really, and could beat Hermione in grades if he would only try hard enough, I think. Since he was a Malfoy, though, and Malfoys always have everything given to them instead of working for it, I doubt he would.

            All that was left was the actual transforming.

            He needed my help on that. I explained to him the feelings of transforming, and how it becomes easier after time.

            His eyes were closed, and I could see his mind trying to convince itself that it was a wolf. Suddenly, he began transforming.

            In the place of Draco Malfoy was now a silver-golden wolf.

            Strange colour, was the first thought that came to my mind.

            Now that I think about it, not only is Drake a paradox.

            Everything in the world is a paradox – love and hate and Dark and Light and basically all things on earth, really.

            Life is the greatest one of them all.

Authoress' Note: I wrote this from Siri's point of view because J.K. Rowling decided to kill him off, and I suppose I wanted to say: YOU CAN KILL SIRIUS OFF, FOR ALL I CARE, BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME FROM WRITING ABOUT HIM! Heh. I love Sirius! But not as much as Draco, of course. I think the nicknames they have for each other are very cute. 'Drake', 'Siri', and 'Rem'… lol.