To Posses the Light
Chapter 14: Dun Dun Duhhhhh…!
Draco set the papers down and rubbed his temples in thought briefly before taking a sip from his less-scalding black coffee.
The fine beginnings of anger still simmered somewhere in the back of his mind, just waiting for the opportunity to attack him and take control for most likely to commit murder of a few muggles he was positively sure, no one would miss…
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"The carriages are about to leave Draco," Pansy murmured, taking a seat next to the silver-haired Adonis.
"Just a moment luv," he whispered quietly, paging through one of the libraries older texts on different monster and creature species.
"Why are you reading about those beasts anyway? There isn't any need too, I mean because you turn into them anyway." Pansy said, tucking a few strands of Draco's hair behind his ear.
"Because Pansy dearest, I'd like to know what the hell I'm turning into when I do it." Draco replied, shying away from her hand as it attempted to caress the skin of his cheek.
"Wha~? How can you not know? I mean you've met most of these creatures anyways, all of the Slytherins have." She queried, "Well the elder ones anyway." She amended quickly.
"Because, Pansy, unlike most blundering parents, my father was far more subtle; whenever he brought a creature or a nonhuman into the manor, he made sure it appeared human." He said quietly, snapping the book shut and placing it back on the shelf.
"The bastard knew that I wouldn't be a veela, but he didn't know what I'd become; so the only logical thing to do was expose me to as many monsters as he could while having them disguised."
"That doesn't make any sense Draco."
"Well luv, I don't fancy a history lesson so the gist of it would be this; in the Malfoy line, due to the unusual mix of blood throughout the ages, our maturities or 'inheritances' always tend to have very similar circumstances…and from previous years, exposing a numerous amount of different species to a 'child' that has yet to come into his 'power' tended to mature into a powerful creature, vice versa with the lesser."
"Oh."
"Now, I must go board that insipid train and maim, possibly murder those dreadfully disgusting relatives of my lovely's…" Draco trailed off, exiting the library; leaving Pansy behind to fend for herself.
"Oh- and don't forget to mail that letter to my father!" He called out to the short blonde that was leaning against the open doorway.
Wrapping his cloak about himself he just barely made it into the last horseless carriage…
Too bad he was alone in the carriage, but also a good thing…Bad because he had no one to fuck, good because he didn't feel partial to having sex at the moment.
Draco sighed; it was one of those double things…
…
"Fucking tourists…" Draco snarled, nearly running onto the train and into an empty compartment.
…
Well he'd thought it was empty…
"Oh I can't wait to go to Paris, I want to see the Eiffel Tower so much! And to believe muggles made it themselves! Without magic!" Lavender Brown cried happily, leaning into Ronald Weasley.
Draco smirked, how cute! Granger was *growling* at Lavender! My, he might just allow the little chit to go ahead and fuck the weasel's brains out for that!
And of course…Harry Potter was sitting in the window seat opposite of Ron, scrunched up against the wall, brooding and moping about what was to come.
Oh if only he knew his plans!
He smiled then; he was feeling so…happy, so incredibly…giddy. As odd as it sounded, there was no other name for this, bubbly…cheeriness welling inside of him…Draco was positively glowing with the stuff of sunshine…
My god…I am glowing…
No-! I'm actually glowing…
Draco quickly fled to the farthest and darkest corner of the compartment, which happened to be the walk-in closet…how or why they managed to even have a walk-in closet was beyond him, but he was fucking glowing for fucks sakes!
He didn't even need to get his wand out to perform 'lumos'! Hell, he was providing his own godamned light!
He smiled.
DAMNIT!
He couldn't stop smiling either-! And that INSANE giddy-happy feeling was still there too!
Okay…got too calm down and think about this…I'm glowy…I feel insanely happy…
Maybe I should go over there and give Harry a hug…he seems quite down-
?!?!?
Draco slapped his head with the palm of his hand….glowy, giddy, strange urges to make people happy… ugh…what creature wanted to do such a dreadful thing? Certainly not a sane one…
He began to pace the small amount of floor he had in the closet, still glowy, still happy, and somehow managing to restrain himself from skipping, jumping, playing hopscotch, jump rope, and not bolting through the door to hug one Harry Potter to death…
Ugh- what creature was he!?…Presently???
He seriously hadn't considered looking through the section of 'light' creatures…I mean come on…Lucius Malfoy bringing home a cage full of rainbow pixies?
The idea was laugh-
Oh bloody be damned…
He was a rainbow pixie…and the gayest one of the bunch…the Butter-Yellow Butterfly Pixie…a.k.a the Glowstick…well to him the damned thing was…
Fuck! He should've known those parakeets were rainbow pixies!
Ugh!
Damn! This…this glowy and happy rubbish better fuckin go away!
He had things to do! People to bodily harm! Besides, smiling like a fool while restraining urges to hug people while~ I'm bloodying them is just…wrong. I mean, I may be a slut an' all, but a slut does have morals!
Just not too many…
Draco continued to mentally rant, seethe, and generally glare at every crevice in the small closet until the train came to a halt and then a voice echoed throughout the train, calling off Harry Potter's stop.
"-Bye Harry!"
"See you back at school Lavender." came Harry's blank voice.
Hmm…stopped glowing…regular sneer and hateful thoughts in place…hmm...good.
Time to go.
Draco kicked open the door, Lavender screamed in momentary shock then scrambled in her bag for one of those stupid talismans… He shook his head in mild irritation and then strode through the compartment entryway.
He exhaled slowly and pulled himself into the shadows a few feet away to better observe his Harry…the poor boy was sitting rather mournfully on top of his trunk…that owl…Hedwig-yes…that was it, well the owl was staying with Granger…
Leaning against the pillar he was currently hiding behind; Draco watched as the train traffic gradually disappeared, a few hours ticked by like seconds…well seconds for him; he had quite a lot of time on his hands anyway.
A rather shabby car pulled up, the trunk popped open.
As if he were a machine, Harry stood up and half dragged half carried his crate-like trunk towards the car amidst the onslaught of verbal abuse.
Draco heard many threats laden with innuendos. Innuendos… that he. Did. NOT. LIKE.
The car drove off down the road.
He'd need wings…and with his perilous temper rising to the surface, a harpy would be the easiest at the moment… Stepping out of the shadows and into the sun; Draco tipped his head up to the sun; opening his crystalline silver eyes wide, staring endlessly into the sun.
The warm sunshine blazed across his flesh in a warming blanket of heat.
Quickly divesting himself of his cloak and shirt; Draco finally let his eyes flutter shut, the intensive heat of the blinding sun radiating throughout his body.
He broke into run, his legs pumping up and down; he could feel the rush of blood pulse through his veins, into his limbs…a breath he'd been holding ripped from his mouth as a thin layer of sweat formed across his body.
The wind sang its praises against his flesh, urging him faster…how sweet there songs were…he'd never once known the winds melody…
Draco bit his lip in hopes as he leaped into the air; a billowing gush of wind embraced his body and carried him up into the clouds…he breathed a sigh of relief.
The air…it was…so sweet up here…
A small glance behind his shoulders revealed a pair of feather-white wings gliding soundlessly upon the strong winds…
Anger swept over his being…anger for everything human…
Humans…they raped the land, murdered trees, killed mountains, molested everything pure and natural… How dare they!?
His mouth opened in a snarl, his claws itching to slash and tear apart human flesh…how delicately fragile, and tender their flesh was…to slice it open with the barest amount of pressure…so much blood their small bodies held…endless rivulets of blood.
…and so vibrant…so brilliantly red…the sole beauty that humans ever had…
Large wings made even larger sweeps up and down in easy, fluid movements.
A shake of his head and a semblance of Draco snaked back into control; focus…Harry…where's Harry…humans…disgusting creatures…tear them apart! All of them! Foul beasts of monsters!
He shook his head again, clearing it of such thoughts…looking down to Earth; his eyes scanned the disgusting-metal-bound cages that men and women hid themselves in as they moved around…
There!
The familiar car that his Harry was trapped inside, turned down a lane full of ugly, boorish hovels called 'houses'…
Draco angled himself down a bit, to better ascend to the ground, more specifically that house… 4 Privet Drive…
With a shake of his head and a faint sound of sand grinding against rock was the only event to signal his arrival…
He perched quite comfortably on top of the chimney, leaning forward; watching the ghastly car pull up. A plump, purple-faced, and downright ugly man pulled himself out of the car, already whispering his hate into the poor teen's ears.
Harry began to pull his trunk from the car; apparently not fast enough, for the burly man clocked The-Boy-Who-Lived upside the head. The boy crumpled to the floor, the trunk falling on top of him, a kick in the side soon followed; with a few verbal curses, the man named Vernon turned on his heel and stalked into the house.
He
did
not
like
that.
But still, it was not the proper time. He watched Harry ease himself up then drag his stuff into the house…
It's alright Harry, pet, Loveliness…everything's going to be alright…
Draco swiveled around, standing on the lip of the chimney top. He stared down the long, dark tunnel; his eyes measuring and surveying.
He gave a short nod, good.
His increased physique still had its slim, lithe build.
Very good.
With a short jump, arms raised above his head; Draco plunged into the darkness…
Darkness…
The night…
The glowing moon…
Open skies…
Bright red sheets of delicious blood…
Crimson wine with a hint of copper…
Pointed fangs…
With the scarcest breath of life exhaled from his lungs, Draco burst into a light, shimmering mist of vague matter as he swiftly exited the mouth of the fireplace…
Petunia and Dudley Dursley both shivered as an abnormally freezing shiver ran down their spines. The stout woman quickly moved towards the thermostat and adjusted it a few degrees higher.
Drifting upstairs, his wavering form paused in front of Harry's door; there was a picture of a field of flowers directly across from it…good.
With another breath of wind he pressed himself into the portrait.
As Dudley passed by the picture, only pausing in his step to send a few kicks at the door, he went on his way…never once noticing that a dark figure with platinum blonde hair sat in the middle of the field, a shape that had not been there before…
Ah, the splendid gifts of the Seela…
Now…all he had to do was wait for the right time.
Draco raised his hands to fold behind his head as he leaned back, staring up at the swirling pool of watercolors that made up the sun and sky.
It'd been a few days since Harry's arrival and already Vernon was at the bottle; Petunia didn't understand it…didn't understand how everything got so out of hand…first it was the screaming and the beatings. She'd never minded before, and had even participated more than her fare share.
But, lately, as the years had gone on…she just couldn't bring herself to strike the boy anymore…he reminded her so much of her sister, Lily; his eyes, his skin, his gestures and mannerisms. Such little, meaningless things he did; like the way he went about making breakfast, or the way he always raised his left arm to reach for something or to straighten a picture or statuette and when he used his right hand for tearing open a letter, and the way he walked, unhurried yet sure, poised and graceful, and at the same time…utterly provocative.
She'd never figured out how her sister, let alone her sister's son managed to walk like that, so easily.
The worst of everything, every little gesture, out of it all, it was his voice. Not very often, only at rare times, and more often when he whispered; it was as if…it was as if Lily were alive again…speaking to her…
A purple-faced Vernon stomped into the living room, eyes bloodshot, and a freshly opened bottle of bourbon in his pudgy hand.
The woman's eyes widened minutely not so soon…not now when she'd allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts. Petunia took a breath and forced the words from her mouth, she knew what both her husband and h-her…son did to him…
But-
But it was just…It was just so much better if she let herself believe that…that Dudley would do just as she said…and so, that…that she wouldn't have to h-hear V-Vernon call him upstairs…
She shook her head slightly, not allowing the tears to come…
It was better this way.
With a breath in her lungs and drying eyes, "Dudley, sweetums, go up to your room while Mummy makes you something to eat." She spoke in a 'Do-It-Now' tone of voice that brooked no room for argument.
Dudley spared a glance at his mother, than eyed his father skeptically. After a moments pause, he got up from his seat and went upstairs.
Halfway up the steps he called, "No thank you mom, I think I'll just sleep for a bit… Don't disturb me alright?" only then did the smile break across his face.
"Harry~…"
Harry's body spasmed violently, he fell from the bed in his shock at the familiar call. His body began to shake with tremors…he'd scarcely been able to close the book, let alone move decently.
"…no…please…" Harry murmured to the floorboards of his room as Dudley opened the door with scarcely a sound.
Wha~?
Draco sat upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes just in time to see Dudley…a.k.a 'The Whale' open the door to his Harry's room.
Now, mind you, this wouldn't have seemed so out-of-the-ordinary; after all, he'd seen the Whale jerk open the door, shove the sexy little angel off to the side while trashing his room, (If you could call it that), and then leave in the same manor.
But, this time, Dudley opened the door softly, almost…reverently.
Which also meant that now was the time for him to step in…
Standing up in the field of flowers, preparing to leave when suddenly Vernon's ghastly form came down through the hall, stumbling into the tiny room.
"Daaa~d, can I go first this time? Pleeeease?" came Dudley's sickeningly irritating wail.
Draco's blood burned…scorching his insides to fiery degrees...
"-Please U-Uncle V-Vernon…don't…" Harry's voice whispered in the overcrowded room.
"DON'T?!" Vernon yelled, "HOW DARE YOU TELL ME NOT TO DO SOMETHING!!"
Draco heard a cry of pain echo shortly after the sound of flesh hitting flesh…
How dare they strike his Harry…?
HISLovely
Harry…?!
With scarcely a breath he fell through the picture and into the air; literally drawing himself back into one whole form…
The sounds of more abuse and shouts of anger emitted from the room.
Striding effortlessly into the room, despite what he anticipated to see; the sight that greeted him, made his blood rage even hotter than before…a thin cloud of blood filtered his eyes.
A pair of crushed and badly mangled glasses were somewhere off to the right of Harry…
Vernon had yet to begin raping the poor boy, more or less because he was still fumbling with his belt buckle…but Dudley…why he'd already started with what he could since his father said he'd have to wait his turn.
Harry's hands and feet were tied to the floorboards in such a way that one could only be comfortable standing on their hands and knees, legs spread wide apart; his pants had been ripped from his body prior to being tied down.
Ugly purple bruises and cuts marred his legs, hips, and any other piece of flesh not hidden by the torn fragments that was once a shirt.
But even worse was Dudley, his right hand fisted painfully tight in Harry's black-brown hair, forcing the boy's head back and forth as he continued to thrust his cock deep into his cousin's throat.
Moans of pleasure mixed with small, gargled whimpers of pain.
Draco…
lost it.
NO ONE
WAS TO
EVER
HURT
HIS
HARRY!!!
Taking long, quick strides into the room he knocked Vernon to the side with a careless hand. Vernon flew across the room to crash into the opposing wall.
Snarls of rage shook the very walls of the room, shattering the glass window.
Dudley looked up in surprise that swiftly turned into fear as he released Harry and drew as far back from the monster before him as possible; screaming out in fear.
Draco gave a bellowing howl as he now stood protectively over Harry; blissfully ignorant of his swiftly changing form.
Black stripes seared his cheeks as his form lengthened and fell onto all fours; Harry's shivering form safely beneath him. His throat now incapable of human speech growled and snarled it's endless rage; blood red eyes grew larger as silver-blonde fur bled across his skin.
Dudley now cowered next to his recovering father, gripping Vernon's shoulder in a form to warn his father…
The floorboards screamed beneath the weight of the beastly, dog-like monstrosity that was swiftly outgrowing the walls that confined his gigantic form.
Vernon by now, more awake and recovered of his senses looked at his scared son then to the large, red-eyed, silver-blonde-furred dog snarling at him…
Petunia was now standing in the doorway of the room, as she stared at the growing demon before her.
Her eyes widened; she gave a blood-curdling scream before she fell to the floor in a dead feint….
The scream set him off; Vernon made a quick dash for the door-
"DADDDY!!!!!!!!!!!" Dudley screamed.
The beast's head shot to the side; his mouth open wide, dozens of razor-sharp canines reaching out to clamp down upon Vernon's middle.
The man cried out in pain as flesh and bone broke and tore beneath the crushing weight mixed with sharp teeth…
Draco's furry head shook from side to side in a vicious fury, pleased and delighted at the screams of pain and blood that steadily poured from the pathetic bag of broken flesh.
He shook the dying man clenched between his jaws until he heard the unmistakable snap of a broken neck.
The man fell limp in his mouth.
Releasing the corpse he made to snag the terrified and utterly paled Dudley; but the house could take no more, and his size was becoming too great; the walls fell out as the floor and ceiling gave in.
The house on Number 4 Privet Drive collapsed into a messy heap of rubble, plaster, and brick; chunks of walls and other oddities littered the yards of the houses closest to the Dursley's…
An enormous silvery gray-brown dog raised himself back up onto his four legs and shook away the remnants of his destruction off of him; he was roughly the size of the house now, but his form was diminishing as he surveyed his surroundings.
As the demon dog began to reduce in size, he absently shoved bits and pieces of the house with his nose…
A very human-looking Draco Malfoy fell backwards onto his rear-end, his head thick with a cottony cloud as his head ached a painful something.
People were already coming out of their houses to see what had happened, he didn't have much time left.
He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and carefully surveyed Harry's half-nude form.
The boy was unconscious…Well that damned well ruined his parade of adoration and endless bouts of gratitude.
Well…he was unharmed from the fall, Draco had shielded him of course…something to the right caught his eye, a thick, pudgy hand…Dudley…well…a dead one.
Draco narrowed his eyes and stared distastefully at the hand, insipid fools…the lot of them.
He was sure the woman died too…served her right the weak-minded bint.
With louder calls from the neighbors, Draco crawled on his hands and knees towards his Harry, pulling the necklace out of his pocket. Draping his body over the length of Harry's he wrapped his arms gently around the shivering body beneath him.
Clenching the pendant of the necklace in his fist, Draco pressed a kiss into Harry's bruised neck then breathed a single word, "…Salazar…"
The next-door neighbor, Mary Anne Right and her husband Mr. Right carefully made their way across the rubble, standing directly where Draco and Harry had been laying just moments before.
Draco gave a little sigh as he kicked off his shoes and started to pull the blankets down to tuck both his Harry and himself into bed…he was god-awful tired for some reason; and that horrible, coppery taste in his mouth…muggles always did taste too bland.
"Need help their Draco?"
"Godz yes George, take off my pants for me will you?" Draco sighed gratefully, inhaling Harry's scent as he nuzzled gently against the bruised flesh of the golden-boy's neck.
The redhead looked slightly surprised at being identified so easily then moved towards the blonde and easily unbuttoned, then unzipped the black leather trousers.
"In the mood so soon?" George half-joked, pulling the pants off easily, folding them in half then set them down on the nightstand.
"Did Zambini let you in the dorms?" Draco questioned as he eased the unconscious form of the wizarding world's 'last hope' into his bed; sliding in next to him.
"Yeah, he gave me the password before he left to Rome with his father for the school break." George said offhandedly as he too stripped off his clothes and slipped into the large bed behind Draco.
Both Draco and George lay in bed, silence filling the room as George lay next to Draco whom cradled Harry Potter gently in his arms.
"Is he back alrea-?" Pansy inquired, "oh."
Padding into the room, she circled towards the other end of the bed and pulled the covers down a bit to inspect the Gryffindor's wounds; she raised her hand to inspect a particularly nasty looking bruise.
"Don't touch him." Came the warning growl.
"But-"
"I said, don't touch him." Draco hissed, pulling the tall boy closer; lifting himself up so that he half lay on him.
"No one touches him, he's MINE."
"Yes Draco, I'm s-sorry…" Pansy nodded quickly, moving towards the other side of the bed.
"Don' worry Pansy, Draco's just a little too over-protect-ive of 'Arry right now…because from th' likes o' it, whatever those relatives did to 'im, it wasn't something he fancied o' seein'…" George said, his voice thick with sleep as he grabbed the blonde by the arm and yanked her under the covers, spooning against her comfortably.
Pansy gave a sigh of slight annoyance but otherwise ignored the comfortable position she was in, sleep pressing in against the corners of her mind.
How dare that jerk…!
Was Pansy's last thought before she fell asleep.
Draco gave a soft grin of amusement as he pressed his forehead against his Harry's shoulder…
When Potter woke up…it was going to be hell.
-r/r people….it's a long chapter…so be damned enthused…I've actually been *doing* my homework believe it or not-
imstupid: Fuck, no need to state the obvious, I know I can't write worth shyte, but at least I try. You should've logged in so I could see if you're worth my time. And as for who I am? I'm Demon, plain and simple; you don't like my story, you don't like my writing, so why the fuck'd you read my bloody shyte in the first place eh?
Sure the reason I bitched was most likely a stupid and rather wasteful reason; well, just about everyone at least once in a lifetime will wind themselves up into an effin' fit over nothin', so what's your trip with steppin' all over my rubbish? If you don't like it- step off and turn around, bint.
Inu-Tsuki : Thanks for the review, I've yet to actually read the fifth book…for some odd reason I don't feel I want to…so I'll hold off for awhile, as for Fred and George, I'm going to say they didn't leave…and most likely this story won't follow the happenings of the fifth book…except for Sirius being dead an all…
Illucia : And you are mostly correct…the mood swings anyway…Harry won't be so…oh blast- what's the fuckin' word…? Hmm…ah! Found it…yes…Harry won't be so yielding to Draco the Domic of course…
Dancingfeet : I'm glad you laughed during this Fanfic, I enjoy making people laugh. *nods*
Asaroth69 : One thing I've always enjoyed was when the readers pick something up that I'd not even considered. Especially the comment concerning Draco's conceited and delusional character… ^.^ Thanks for the review asaroth69.
Immortal Memories : You brought up a good point, and Draco most likely could turn into a hippogriff if he really got his mind into it, but most likely not considering he doesn't particularly favor them nor does he find them 'pretty'…they have to be 'pretty' or he won't bother… *laughs*
Cocacola0618 : Thanx for the review- quite pleased you like my different species… ^.^ sorry this is a short response but I have homework and I wanted to post this chapter tonight-
To all those that reviewed that I haven't responded too- sorry- but I'll chat with ya' next time-
-Chaos- screw the peace….
-Demon
