I do not own JK Rowling, Harry Potter, Draco, etc, etc.
Frizzy and Angel's Falling are the inspirations for this little fan fiction, and Angel's Falling is the beta reader. (She was nice enough to offer it.) READ THEIR FAN FICS!
Tomb to the Unknown Author- (not a reviewer) I lay flowers on this tomb for the author who first made Draco be an artist and/or like technology.
However, Nyx and Kimera are mine. Okay?
In other news, I just noticed that Pansy's family name (Parkinson) is the name of the disease that Michael J. Fox got. I think. But I know that Parkinson's disease is real! The 'Bards' song' is by Blind Guardian, a German metal band who does pretty cool ballads.
One more thing: ~Veelian language~ ^Japanese^ /Parseltongue/ -Latin-
Prologue Three- Beautiful Phoenix Rising
Draco Malfoy laid down on the bed, checking the sparkling runes tattooed on his wrists. Several were tattered and faded, as if they had been worn since the fall of the Berlin Wall.
"Shit, fuck, and damn. Only one year and these runes are about to break." He grimaced and let his arms fall to the green bed. "I have to find my mate soon, or else I'm going to get jumped by all of Hogwarts."
"Today, on TWR, Teen Wizard Radio," the announcer said in an excited tone, "we have a special record to play. It's the first time this song has been played here in England, so turn up the volume as we play 'Darkness and Light' by the now sweet-16 Nyx Requiem!"
Draco sat up immediately and turned up the volume. Nyx Requiem was an American witch who was very popular with wizarding lovers of classical and pop music. Her voice was a lifesaver. The first time he heard Nyx's music (the song was called 'Veelian Tears') Draco had been in a deep depression while the Black Phoenix energies in him were going nuts before he came into his Inheritance. He had been an inch from taking his life when he heard her voice.
It had been younger than now, since it had been eleven years ago when the depression happened.
Nyx's voice rang though the mournful melody like a bell.
God, he had fallen in love with that voice when he had heard it the first time. The first words in that song was ~To release your heart to the one you are bonded is said to be the sweetest thing.~
Draco had jumped in shock, for the language was Veelian, a tongue that few humans could master. In the song, every word had been said perfectly, like she was a pureblooded Veelian maiden. However, Draco had once seen a picture of the girl when he was twelve. She wasn't tall, slender, and oozing elegance, nor did she have long sleek silvery-blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. She was almost completely different. For one thing, she was short and chubby; with messy dark gold hair; and large strangely wise purplish-blue eyes. The only thing she was oozing of was spunk. Her skin wasn't the pale pearl of Veela. It was a stark bone white that made her eyes stand out even more.
The song stopped for a brief pause, and suddenly, Draco heard this:
"Oh, screw this!" Nyx cried. A crash and then the sound of moving instruments. "Here we go!"
A violin began to play, fast and upbeat, and Nyx started to sing again, now equally cheerful and happy. Draco smiled to himself. Nyx was the opposite of Pansy.
Pansy Parkinson's family was poor while the Requiems were rich. The Parkinson's were purebloods, and from what Draco had read, Nyx was a half- breed. Pansy was hard of face and eye, while Nyx had a baby face and sweet expressive eyes. Pansy was arrogant and whiny (By all that is sacred, the bitch could break glass!), but Nyx seemed humble and far easier to put up with. Pansy thought that all Muggles were idiots, he may not know what Nyx thought, but Draco quietly disagreed.
Draco was amazed by the way Muggles lived without magic and he had discreetly bought a Muggle CD player and a few CDs. Draco had ended up disassembling the CD player and making it so he could play it in Hogwarts. He could see why Arthur Weasley was so fascinated by such things.
As 'Darkness and Light' faded away, Draco switched off the radio and slipped the headphones on. He pressed 'play' and grabbed his notebook and a charcoal pencil. Finding a clean page, he started to draw.
"'Now you all know
The bards and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song.'"
Draco smiled to himself as he doodled a trio of musicians. The woman at the front of the store he had bought the four CDs had asked him if he liked the band. After confessing that he had never bought CDs ever, claiming that his parents were old-fashioned (to an extreme), the woman laughed and gave him a CD full of 'anime music.' Draco then proceeded to floor the woman again by asking about anime. The woman had shook her head, laughing. She sent him to a comic bookstore, to talk to the clerk.
The clerk had been in shock at the fact that a seventeen-year-old had never even heard of comics. The man had sold Draco (at discount) all of the books for four manga series. Draco had thanked the man and left. Draco had stopped at a Starbucks on the way home and tasted something that Muggles called a 'Toffee Nut Latte.' It was okay, but still he would have preferred something without the coffee.
"'Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow will take it away
The fear of today
It will be gone
Due to our magic songs.'"
Draco looked down at the drawing. The first musician was a man playing a lute. He was tall and rail-thin, with messy jaw-length hair. Draco grinned slightly and darkened the man's hair, although he left the bangs white as the page. Draco studied this part of the drawing. The man's clothes were from the Gothic era, dark and refined. He had a dark enigmatic smile playing on his lips and his dark eyes were bright in the dead whiteness of his face. He looked like a man who was intimate with darkness and death. Draco continued with the drawing, now drawing the second minstrel a few inches away.
"'There's only one song
Left in my mind
Tales of a brave man
Who lived far from here
Now the bard songs are over
And it's time to leave
No one should ask you for the name
Of the one
Who tells the story.'"
Draco stopped and took a glance at this new bard. He was a little shorter than the first, and far more slender. His eyes were large, pale, and full of an ancient knowledge, which few could know. His feathery white hair was much longer, falling lightly to his shoulders. The man's full lips were alit on a flute that was held in pale delicate hands that belonged to a master's. His 19th-century clothes were far lighter in hue than the lute player's garb, but they were just as refined and elegant. He was unnaturally beautiful with all of the paleness, almost like the man was carved from moonlight and clouds. Draco's pencil now turned to the center of the two men, to create the third of this triumvirate of music and magic. It would have to be a girl.
"'Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow all will be known
And you're not alone
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind
These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men
And elves
Come close your eyes
You can see them too.'"
Draco stopped again and looked at the drawing. In the center, there stood a girl. Her hands were spread out and she was singing. Her dark eyes glowed with the laughter and delight of the innocent, yet her jubilant smile was that of the worldly. Her hair was much shorter than the men's were, although it looked as messy as the first's. She was in modern robes with runes stitched on the hems. She was just as tall as her companions were, but her cherubic face told you that she was younger. She was the only one who looked completely human.
"'Triumvirate of music and magic.' What made me think that?" Draco whispered softly.
A/N: I'm sooooo sorry that these chapters are so short! And for those munchkins not obeying the rules and reading this: can you remember the lyrics to the 'Gumdrop song?'
Read and Review. If I get enough, I will make a part where all characters lip-sync! ^_^
Nyx: * smiles *
Draco and Harry: * sweatdrop * Ye gods, have mercy!
Frizzy and Angel's Falling are the inspirations for this little fan fiction, and Angel's Falling is the beta reader. (She was nice enough to offer it.) READ THEIR FAN FICS!
Tomb to the Unknown Author- (not a reviewer) I lay flowers on this tomb for the author who first made Draco be an artist and/or like technology.
However, Nyx and Kimera are mine. Okay?
In other news, I just noticed that Pansy's family name (Parkinson) is the name of the disease that Michael J. Fox got. I think. But I know that Parkinson's disease is real! The 'Bards' song' is by Blind Guardian, a German metal band who does pretty cool ballads.
One more thing: ~Veelian language~ ^Japanese^ /Parseltongue/ -Latin-
Prologue Three- Beautiful Phoenix Rising
Draco Malfoy laid down on the bed, checking the sparkling runes tattooed on his wrists. Several were tattered and faded, as if they had been worn since the fall of the Berlin Wall.
"Shit, fuck, and damn. Only one year and these runes are about to break." He grimaced and let his arms fall to the green bed. "I have to find my mate soon, or else I'm going to get jumped by all of Hogwarts."
"Today, on TWR, Teen Wizard Radio," the announcer said in an excited tone, "we have a special record to play. It's the first time this song has been played here in England, so turn up the volume as we play 'Darkness and Light' by the now sweet-16 Nyx Requiem!"
Draco sat up immediately and turned up the volume. Nyx Requiem was an American witch who was very popular with wizarding lovers of classical and pop music. Her voice was a lifesaver. The first time he heard Nyx's music (the song was called 'Veelian Tears') Draco had been in a deep depression while the Black Phoenix energies in him were going nuts before he came into his Inheritance. He had been an inch from taking his life when he heard her voice.
It had been younger than now, since it had been eleven years ago when the depression happened.
Nyx's voice rang though the mournful melody like a bell.
God, he had fallen in love with that voice when he had heard it the first time. The first words in that song was ~To release your heart to the one you are bonded is said to be the sweetest thing.~
Draco had jumped in shock, for the language was Veelian, a tongue that few humans could master. In the song, every word had been said perfectly, like she was a pureblooded Veelian maiden. However, Draco had once seen a picture of the girl when he was twelve. She wasn't tall, slender, and oozing elegance, nor did she have long sleek silvery-blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. She was almost completely different. For one thing, she was short and chubby; with messy dark gold hair; and large strangely wise purplish-blue eyes. The only thing she was oozing of was spunk. Her skin wasn't the pale pearl of Veela. It was a stark bone white that made her eyes stand out even more.
The song stopped for a brief pause, and suddenly, Draco heard this:
"Oh, screw this!" Nyx cried. A crash and then the sound of moving instruments. "Here we go!"
A violin began to play, fast and upbeat, and Nyx started to sing again, now equally cheerful and happy. Draco smiled to himself. Nyx was the opposite of Pansy.
Pansy Parkinson's family was poor while the Requiems were rich. The Parkinson's were purebloods, and from what Draco had read, Nyx was a half- breed. Pansy was hard of face and eye, while Nyx had a baby face and sweet expressive eyes. Pansy was arrogant and whiny (By all that is sacred, the bitch could break glass!), but Nyx seemed humble and far easier to put up with. Pansy thought that all Muggles were idiots, he may not know what Nyx thought, but Draco quietly disagreed.
Draco was amazed by the way Muggles lived without magic and he had discreetly bought a Muggle CD player and a few CDs. Draco had ended up disassembling the CD player and making it so he could play it in Hogwarts. He could see why Arthur Weasley was so fascinated by such things.
As 'Darkness and Light' faded away, Draco switched off the radio and slipped the headphones on. He pressed 'play' and grabbed his notebook and a charcoal pencil. Finding a clean page, he started to draw.
"'Now you all know
The bards and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song.'"
Draco smiled to himself as he doodled a trio of musicians. The woman at the front of the store he had bought the four CDs had asked him if he liked the band. After confessing that he had never bought CDs ever, claiming that his parents were old-fashioned (to an extreme), the woman laughed and gave him a CD full of 'anime music.' Draco then proceeded to floor the woman again by asking about anime. The woman had shook her head, laughing. She sent him to a comic bookstore, to talk to the clerk.
The clerk had been in shock at the fact that a seventeen-year-old had never even heard of comics. The man had sold Draco (at discount) all of the books for four manga series. Draco had thanked the man and left. Draco had stopped at a Starbucks on the way home and tasted something that Muggles called a 'Toffee Nut Latte.' It was okay, but still he would have preferred something without the coffee.
"'Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow will take it away
The fear of today
It will be gone
Due to our magic songs.'"
Draco looked down at the drawing. The first musician was a man playing a lute. He was tall and rail-thin, with messy jaw-length hair. Draco grinned slightly and darkened the man's hair, although he left the bangs white as the page. Draco studied this part of the drawing. The man's clothes were from the Gothic era, dark and refined. He had a dark enigmatic smile playing on his lips and his dark eyes were bright in the dead whiteness of his face. He looked like a man who was intimate with darkness and death. Draco continued with the drawing, now drawing the second minstrel a few inches away.
"'There's only one song
Left in my mind
Tales of a brave man
Who lived far from here
Now the bard songs are over
And it's time to leave
No one should ask you for the name
Of the one
Who tells the story.'"
Draco stopped and took a glance at this new bard. He was a little shorter than the first, and far more slender. His eyes were large, pale, and full of an ancient knowledge, which few could know. His feathery white hair was much longer, falling lightly to his shoulders. The man's full lips were alit on a flute that was held in pale delicate hands that belonged to a master's. His 19th-century clothes were far lighter in hue than the lute player's garb, but they were just as refined and elegant. He was unnaturally beautiful with all of the paleness, almost like the man was carved from moonlight and clouds. Draco's pencil now turned to the center of the two men, to create the third of this triumvirate of music and magic. It would have to be a girl.
"'Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow all will be known
And you're not alone
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind
These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men
And elves
Come close your eyes
You can see them too.'"
Draco stopped again and looked at the drawing. In the center, there stood a girl. Her hands were spread out and she was singing. Her dark eyes glowed with the laughter and delight of the innocent, yet her jubilant smile was that of the worldly. Her hair was much shorter than the men's were, although it looked as messy as the first's. She was in modern robes with runes stitched on the hems. She was just as tall as her companions were, but her cherubic face told you that she was younger. She was the only one who looked completely human.
"'Triumvirate of music and magic.' What made me think that?" Draco whispered softly.
A/N: I'm sooooo sorry that these chapters are so short! And for those munchkins not obeying the rules and reading this: can you remember the lyrics to the 'Gumdrop song?'
Read and Review. If I get enough, I will make a part where all characters lip-sync! ^_^
Nyx: * smiles *
Draco and Harry: * sweatdrop * Ye gods, have mercy!