Lightning and Thunder

Author name: Illuminati Lullaby
Category: Angst, Romance, Dark
Rating: R
Summary: A merchild is born named Clepsyyde, Her and her dragon hatch mate, Kytt'n, share 23rds of a soul. But who possesses the other third? Harry and Draco are forced to become friends to help her.
Author notes: Gee, I'm just in the mood to write lately, I hope this chapter isn't to horrid. My story is finally getting more interesting to write or something. Uh yes, notes, 6th year (my own version) kind of AU and thats about it. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I LOVESES YOU!!!

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Chapter 6: The Kiss

Dumbledore created something which he called a portkey from a small silver tin of some sort that he produced from his pocket. He had us all touch it and counted to three. There was a wrenching sense in my stomach and a pull forward and we landed in a circular room full of paintings and small whirring silver gadgets. Dumbledore sat behind what I assumed to be his desk before swishing one of the long thin cylindrical object that they all seemed to carry. Chairs appeared, comfy padded chairs very unlike anything we had in our palace. Everything there was stiff and ridged.

To begin, If both you and Kyttshkabannan decide that you wish to enroll in Hogwarts, you will both have to go to Diagon Alley and get you supplies. Since classes are out for today, we can send you as soon as possible if you would like.

What is this Diagon Alley? I inquired.

The one called Hermione Granger spoke up for the first time, It's sort of hidden market of sorts, we go there for most of our magical needs and what not.

I simply nodded.

Dumbledore continued, did you take any classes back home?

Of course we did, although I don't think edict classes are what your talking about. We did take a few... Unconventional classes that my parents did not approve of much. We took element controlling classes, meditation classes, a few spirit magikk classes, we learned some animation of the inanimate, and the just incantations and spells in general.

Yes... Interesting. We don't have classes here that teach most of those types of magic, seeing as most are forgotten, forbidden, or considered to be mythical, but I may be able to set up a couple days for you to practice them on your own.

I nodded again, and then shivered. I hadn't realized how cold it was until now. Draco instantly took off his cloak and wrapped it around my shoulders. I almost laughed at the looks the others gave him at his behavior, but settled for just smiling at him instead.
Thank you. This air stuff is strange, thin and easily changed in temperature.

You'll get use to it. was Draco's reply.

Kytt'n cut in between me and Draco as we began giving each other increasingly long looks, Diagon Alley, yes?

Yes, yes... Harry, you go with Draco, Clepsyyde, and Kyttshkabannan. Here, I'll just redirect this portkey... Dumbledore began fiddling with his silver tin until he heard the angry protests of Hermione and Ron.

But Professor, you can't send Harry alone with him!

Malfoy'll hand him over to You-Know-W-

No buts, I highly doubt that Mr. Malfoy will do any such thing as that and Harry and these three have something that they need to discuss, isn't that right? Dumbledore glanced at Harry over his half moon glasses and Harry nodded. He had seemed in deep thought the whole time I had seen him.

Don't worry about me Herm, Ron, I'll be fine. I've handled Voldemort, cringing ensued, along with a don't say his name' being being hissed from Ron, Harry ignored him, And I've handled Malfoy for the past six years, I doubt I'll be in all that much danger.

Thank you Harry, I assume you and Mr. Malfoy know your way around Diagon Alley well enough? Yes, well no time like the present. Miss Mernikksea, you may use, Dumbledore reach into a drawer in his desk and withdrew a bulging pouch of gold, as much of this as you need.

Ron's jaw dropped open at the same moment that I held a hand up to push it away. No need Dumbledore, I thank you for the offer but... I clasped my necklace gently for a power boost and my own coin purse dropped into my open hand. I have plenty of my own.

Very well, I assume we would not be so fortunate that those would be Galleons in there would we? Dumbledore asked.

Galleons? No these are Tyyg'r Scales. Only the finest.

Well Gringotts can exchange just about anything, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy can direct you there. Now, here is the portkey, and three hours should suffice... And off you go. Dumbledore handed me the silver tin and Harry, Draco, and Kytt'n all crowded about it before feeling the yank in our stomach and landing smack on top of an old lady and causing her to sprawl across the stones.

I slipped the tin in to my pocket and moved as though to help her up.

How DARE you!? Have you not learned to respect your elders? Muggle lovers! Vermin- I backed away from her spitting glowering self automatically reaching for my belt knife and withdrew it as Kytt'n stepped in front of me.

With her wings unfurled, unnatural eyes glowing, her strange curly horns, and two knifes that seemed to have appeared from no where (though I had a pretty good idea where they had come from) she did not look like someone to mess with.

Who do you think you are?!? We didn't MEAN to land on your fucking head, and did you notice who was trying to help you up? Do you KNOW who she is?!? How dare YOU speak this way to us! Kytt'n kicked her in the side before forcefully being yanked back by me and Harry.

Kytt'n NO, NOT HERE! Ignore her.

She relaxed, but only slightly, and not before she had burnt the woman's hair off with a well aimed blast from her clawed hand.

I'm sorry ma'm, I apologize for my friends behavior. I said to the old lady before dragging Kytt'n in the opposite direction. We left to a chorus of Mudbloods! Demon Kissers! I hope someday you...

HEY! MY MOTHER IS PART DEMON! SHUT UP YOU PENNY WHORE! Kytt'n stomped down the street in a swirl of wings and black hair leaving a path of flaming footprints in her path. Harry laughed, Draco looked impressed. I was used to it so I rolled my eyes.

I use to do that when I got really mad, Mother would get really mad at me for leaving footprint burns in her carpet. Draco commented absently while flicking a piece of nonexistent lint of his cloak.

Harry turned cold eyes on him and increased the sneer on his face that had formed whenever he glanced Draco's way. Draco returned the favor and before long we had a full blown sneering contest in the middle of Diagon Alley. Besides the fact that people were starting to stare, I wanted to find Kytt'n.

What exactly are you Malfoy? With your flaming hands and strange hair? I've never seen anyone besides you damn Malfoys that have that color of hair except a- Harry's narrowed eyes widened a fraction of an inch.

Veela? Duh, that's because I'm three-fourths Veela, Golden Boy, it took you long enough to figure that out. I applaud you. He clapped mockingly at Harry and Harry clenched his fists but turned and walked away instead. I just rolled my eyes. Whatever.

So Draco... is this Gringotts up there somewhere? I asked him while pointing in a general forward direction.

Actually it is. Why don't we let Golden Boy and Kitty simmer down while we exchange those Tyyg'r Scales of yours up there?

I swatted him playfully, Don't call her that to her face or she'll go thermal on you, and why do you call him Golden Boy'?

Long story, has to do with that scar on his forehead. See there's this guy called Voldemort, you know usual evil dark lord type, basically thirteen years ago the guy tried to zap our dear Potter and his killing curse bounced back at him, killed him supposedly--we all know it didn't really though--and made that scar, everyone throws big parties and Boom, that idiot is famous because of some fluke in his ability to die and the call him The-Boy-Who-Lived' and Golden Boy' and other gooey hero names like that. Draco scrunched up his nose in a display of dislike.

Ah. I see. And why do you two hate each other? I asked.

It's his fault really, I offered him my friendship four years ago and he turned me down. Besides that he's a sodding moron, and a Gryffindor, which always helps.



I forget you know nothing about our system at Hogwarts.

Hey! It's not my fault, you know nothing about our system either.

Point. There are four houses' that the Hogwarts students are divided into. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Ravenclaw is full of smartass know-it-all's, Gryffindor has everyone who is dumb enough to jump of a cliff because they think they're brave', Slytherin is my house--the cunning and powerful basically, and Hufflepuff takes all the rest of the losers that shouldn't be at Hogwarts to start with.

Slytherins and Gryffindors have always hated each other. That's just the way it is. Anyway, we're better than them so it doesn't matter, or at least I'm better than them. He finished with a twirl of his brown cylindrical object that he produced from his sleeve.

Okay, so if I was sorted into Gryffindor would you hate me? And what are those things that you carry, I snatched the thing out of his hand mid twirl, these things. What are they for?

he snatched it back from me, is my wand, it's used for focusing magic, I don't need it with my Veela heritage, but it helps.

Ah, kind of like my necklace. I see. He glanced at my necklace and raised an eyebrow. He reach out and grasped it lightly, brushing my throat in the process and sending a jolt down my spine. He glanced up at me, his gaze lingering on my lips for a split second before gazing into my eyes.

Your eyes are so strange, I love them.

My eyes were a shade lighter than the trademark Mernikksea color, a pupleless silver so light they were almost white. The color of diamonds.

His eyes were a stormy grey, much darker than any Mernikksea eyes and they seemed to swirl with turbulents unknown. He smiled and they seemed to glow softly with a silver lightning. I could almost...

May I?

Will you?

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle closed mouth kiss. I knew if my gills were not stuck down with lack of water they would be fluttering right now. He pulled back and grinned lopsidedly at me before lacing our fingers together and tugging me the rest of the way down the street to Gringotts.