A/N: I figured out how to space the different parts of my story. here goes nothing: Oh, and my sis said to tell you that the characters are OOC, but Draco was delirious when he wrote the letter, and Harry hated Dumbledore at the end of the 5th book and blamed him for Sirius's death, so I don't see how they are all that OOC. I mean, how else would Dudley react to being told he could light fires, and once the Dursleys found out how nice living with magic could be (hint hint: transfiguration, money!) I think they could grow to like magic...., oh and here's my sis
B/N: (beta note) HIYA PEOPLES! WUSSUP? this is annie, the authors lil' sis :) I'VE GOT BETTER GRAMMAR THAN MY coughnineteen-year-oldcough SISTER (though I rarely ever use it).just writing to say...... READ THE DAMN STORY, AND YOU BETTER LIKE IT CAUSE I SLAVED AWAY SOOOOOOO MANY HOURS CORRECTING HER GOD FORSAKEN SPELLING, I FEEL LIKE MY FUCKING ENGLISH TEACHER(shudder)!
A/N: don't worry, she doesn't bite, much....
B/N: grrrrrrrr...;)
Chapter 3
"WHAT???????" Everyone, as one voice, let their protest known.
Xander and Alanna blinked, then Alanna told him, in no uncertain terms, "See, even they think it's crazy. Mother isn't stupid. She wouldn't allow her youngest son to suffer like that. Mortals cannot be with immortals."
"You know, from what I got from Dumbledore's mind, Harry is supposed to be the savior of the Wizarding World. Maybe he will be elevated." Xander pressed his point.
"That has never happened before! Didn't Mother swear she would never do that?" Alanna was running out of ammunition quickly, and Xander knew it.
"Wait a minute." Snape interrupted the verbal sibling spat. "What does being soulmates entail? In the mortal world, it means that they are meant to be together forever, and that they are a perfect compliment to each other."
"I'd say the mortal hit it dead on. Wouldn't you agree, sis?"
"That's as good a definition as any." Alanna stepped into lecture mode. "Soul mates are souls that compliment the other perfectly. They mesh in every way. Their power levels, their magic abilities, are perfectly compatible. They are the others equal and antithesis. Good and Evil, Light and Dark, Yin and Yang. It's all there. It is possible for soul mates to not be attracted to each other, though that is extremely rare. It is usually in cases of twins that soul mates are not lovers as well." Snape looked ready to throw up.
"You mean my GODSON is going to be sleeping with POTTER???"
"In all likelihood, yes. If it doesn't happen in this lifetime, then it will happen in the next. Well, if there is going to be a next. Mortals only get one lifetime, but we immortals can go back as many times as we want. It's all part of the perks. That's why I don't think Mother would do that." She turned to Xander. "If Draconis wanted to go back, and his mate is still there, stuck in the afterlife, then how would that work? They can't be together. You know how painful that is, for the bond to sever like that." They both winced in shared memory. "And, as not having an actual body, how would the link re-grow? It takes a physical...um that is probably too much information for the mortals..." Snape turned a distinct shade of green and ran from the room. "Geez, what a homophobe."
"Alanna, you know that the only way to be certain is to provoke it."
"Yes, I know." They linked hands. "Everyone, would you please exit the room, as we cannot be assured of your safety." Everyone beat a hasty retreat to the doorway, then crowded around to watch. "Ready, Xander?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." They walked, hands clasped, to the beds. As one, they flared their auras and reached out, mentally as well as physically to Harry and Draco. As soon as they came within arms reach of the beds, Harry flared, followed by Draco. Their auras lashed out, repelling the demigods. Alanna and Xander stood there, simply gauging the amount of sheer power the two contained. Though they would never admit it, the amount shared between the two soul mates - no doubt about that- was staggering. Alanna called her brother Draconis, it's me, Alanna Xander added his voice Draconis, we are here to help. Do you require anything we can get you? Together, they tried again. Draconis, please answer us. We only want to help.
If you want to help, then let him rest. He's had an extremely rough forty-eight hours, and he still needs to recuperate.
Is this Harry? You did a very brave thing for your soul mate. Can we ask you some questions?
Soul mate? Is that what Draco's subconscious was babbling on about? Sure, ask away. I'm here until Draco wakes up. Oh, and he doesn't remember what happened.
He won't remember? Why not?
His subconscious mind took over right before I healed him, and since being in here, I have to agree with it. Draco isn't strong enough to deal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters torturing him. He especially isn't strong enough to deal with his father's betrayal. It just about drove him insane and me with it.
Ok, good enough. First question not related to Draconis: Who were your parents? Second question: Why are you savior of the Wizarding World? Third: Do you know what your bloodline is?
Ok, answer to the first question. My parents were James Potter and Lily Evans. The skinny lady and the fat boy my age are the only living relatives I have, so if you have more questions, ask them. Second question answer. Voldemort tried to kill me when I was an infant. I have no idea why, but the killing curse, the Avada Kedavra, which has never been blocked before, rebounded off of me, leaving me with only a scar on my forehead. It destroyed his body and almost destroyed his spirit. Third answer, I have no idea, but Dumbledore might.
Who is this Voldemort character?
HUH??? You don't know? He has only tried to take over the wizarding world twice now!
Don't get smart with us, young man. Gods don't mess with mortal problems. XANDER, he tortured our brother. That makes it personal! OK ALANNA. We will get involved. Besides, these mortals have no idea how to use their magic.
Do you have any more questions? Even any regarding me and Draco?
Yes, one more. How in the world did you heal Draconis by yourself? We saw his injuries!
Here are my memories of the whole fiasco. Enjoy. I'm going back to sleep.
Alanna and Xander quickly absorbed the memories shoved at them right before a mental wall slammed down, cutting them off from Harry's mind. They reeled back from the bed, where the two boys still had their auras on full power. They watched, silently reviewing Harry's version of the events of the last twenty - four hours. Then, they turned to Dumbledore.
"Is Lily Evans the same Evans that sprang from Merlin's line, and by extension, Alanna? Is Potter the same Potter that is heir of all four houses of Hogwarts, and by extension, the only full blooded heir of both Alanna and me? Are these the same people?" Dumbledore stared at them in shock.
"What are you talking about? Harry is the only known heir of Gryffindor, but as to the others, I do not know."
"Well, any heir of Gryffindor is also an heir of Slytherin, as they were soul mates. However, Slytherin had one other heir by a witch, three years previous to meeting Godric. The only Heir of Gryffindor married the oldest of Ravenclaw's daughters. I should know, as I performed the ceremony. Four generations later, the oldest heir of the combined bloodline married Hufflepuff's only heir. Their only daughter married a nonmagical person named Potter. They had four children... need I go on? Are they the same Potters?"
Dumbledore could only shake his head in amazement. He had no idea.
Alanna took a deep breath to continue. "Now, Each of the Founders of Hogwarts was a fullblooded descendent of Xander and I, but through different lives. Godric Gryffindor was first, started by the both of us about 400 years before his birth."
Molly Weaseley finally found her voice. "So Godric Gryffindor was really a demigod?"
"Yes. Each of our full blooded descendents retains their full strength. They have to marry non magical people or their magic doesn't carry on to the next generation. It's hard to explain, but essentially if they had a full blooded person marrying a witch or wizard, the magic completely overpowers the child, and burns itself out. That child, though a squib, can still pass on magical genes to their children, but it will take several generations to surface. Where was I? Oh, yes.
"Our contribution to Rowena Ravenclaw's bloodline came next, during our next incarnation, which was around 280 years before her birth. Helga Hufflepuff came after that, about 130 years before her birth, and Salazar Slytherin was our son.
"On the other side, Merlin was my descendant. About 500 years previous to creating the Founders, Xander and I didn't find each other, by choice. We had heirs and spread magic through the gene pool of the world. The other heir I had at that time was Morgan LeFay, his twin sister." Alanna asked Dumbledore "how much more of this do you want to hear?"
"All of it."
"Merlin married a witch, Nimue, who bore him a son. The son was a squib, and he disowned the tyke when he found out. Oh, I reamed him a new one for that. It was his damn fault. The idiot should have known better, after all I taught him, but no 'blood purity this and blood purity that'. I'll explain the whole blood purity issue when I am done, because it doesn't just apply to our specific descendents. Well, this boy grew up and married a non magical person. It took four generations, but a very powerful witch was born into the family. She, of course, married a wizard, and the whole process started all over again: squibs except for one person every four or five generations until now.
"Harry Potter, because of his full blooded demigod ancestry, can handle the incredible amount of magic flowing through his veins. He was able to absorb the killing curse not because of his mother's sacrifice, though that makes a nice story, but because his natural magic just absorbed the curse. He was too powerful, as an infant, for Voldemort to kill. And, what did you people do? Put a wand in his hand and slowly, are destroying that natural magic." Alanna stopped her tirade sheepishly.
"I really went off on a tangent this time, didn't I?" Xander gently rubbed her back.
"Naw, you stopped yourself just in time, love."
"Good, I was scaring myself again. I-"
"Hey, what's all the yelling about? Can't a guy get some sleep around here?" Everyone turned and stared. Harry Potter was sitting up, rubbing his eyes blearily. Draco sat next to him, also rubbing his eyes.
"Um, I wanted to thank everyone who helped me, even though I don't remember exactly what happened. Har-I mean Potter here has assured me somehow that I will remember what happened when I am ready to." Draco looked extremely confused for a minute, then went back to sleep.
Harry sat for a moment, watching Draco sleep. "I heard everything you guys were talking about. Is it all true?"
Alanna sat down on the end of his bed. "We aren't sure. But, it does make sense. You would almost have to be all of their descendents, and by extension, our descendents, in order for you to be powerful enough to be Draconis's soul mate."
"What's a soul mate?" Harry had several vague ideas, but they came from idly scanning the backs of his Aunt's romance novels before organizing them on the shelves. He hoped it didn't have anything to do with that. That would be too weird.
All of the adults looked incredibly uncomfortable for a minute. "I mean," Harry pressed on, "they can be best friends, right? They don't have to, you know, actually have a relationship?" He watched, fascinated, as his query made the adults in the room look at each other and cringe. This is fun! I made Dumbledore cringe! Cool! I'm getting him back for letting Sirius die! "I have to get up, and use the bathroom. Could you excuse me?" Harry took off, laughing maniacally... in his mind. Xander and Alanna looked at each other and laughed.
"Cute kid. I can see why Mom likes him. He's perfect for Draconis-"
Draco opened his eyes. "Harry? Harry, where are you???" Draco sat up, staring around him wildly. "HARRY? HARRRYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!" His screams reverberated throughout the halls of Hogwarts.
"Aah, thank God!" Harry walked over to the sink. "What a relief! I was about to burst! Rule one, when rescuing someone, no Big Gulps before you go, and potty break before you leave"
"HAAARRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He whipped around, and ran to the door. Maybe Death Eaters are in Hogwarts, maybe he's dying... Just as he reached the door, it slammed open into his face, smashing his nose.
"AAAARRRGH! BUCK!" He screamed, blood gushing from his nose. He staggered back against the sink.
"Are you alright?" Severus Snape rushed into the bathroom. "I'm so sorry- oh, it's you. Come on. He's screaming and won't stop." He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and dragged him back into the isolation room.
Damn it! Can't a guy take a piss without the world needing to be saved? God damn bastard Snape! Fucker broke my nose! Harry tried to stem the blood flow. "Dab id!" He shook free from Snape's death grip and walked back into the room.
"Cab sobone bix by node?" Harry sat down next to Draco, who immediately stopped screaming and grabbed his arm. What is it with Slytherins and death grips? And what the hell is the matter with him? He looks fine to me!
For your information, I started to remember what happened to me. I know generally, that I refused the Mark and was tortured. For some reason, you rescued me, and I have no clue what happened after that, just that I could read your mind. So, are you finally able to hear me? Draco pouted. It was incredibly scary to see that your father hates you... Wait, why the hell am I telling YOU all this? I hate you! Draco repeated the last bit out loud. "I hate you! So, why the hell am I telling you that I know what happened to me, and that it scared the shit outta me... Great." He threw up his hands. "Now EVERYONE knows. I'm going back to sleep." Draco flopped back down onto his mattress, only to spring back up.
"Is that blood? What the hell happened to you, Potter?" He grimaced in disgust.
"Snabe bwoke by node. Cab sobone bix by node, awweady?" Geez, will that dork make up his mind already? First he's screaming my name, and now he hates me.... Ooh, that didn't sound right.
You sick, sick bastard. I did NOT scream your name.
Yes, you did. Remember, HAAARRRRRYYYYY? That was you. Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco.
Don't put it out there unless you're going to use it.... NO GROSS! THAT'S POTTER!
Draco, you are sick. Fine, if you don't like blood, sleep in my bed. Draco immediately hopped over into Harry's old bed. Everyone else just looked confused.
"Hey, Scarhead, get over here." Harry leaned over the bed railings. Draco stuck his hand out, and covered Harry's nose with it. "How did you do this? Oh, wait, I think I got it." A blue light shot out his hand and covered Harry's face. After a second, he moved his hand. "Feel any better?"
"Actually, yes." Harry twitched his nose, experimentally. "Hey, thanks." Madam Pomfrey interrupted him.
"I'm glad your nose is fixed, now will one of you tell me why Draco started screaming? Some of us are very confused and would like an explanation." Everyone in the room nodded, except for Alanna, Xander, and the frozen Dudley pig.
"Well I'm not saying it again! If you didn't listen the first time, then tough." Draco rolled over and put his head under the pillow.
Alanna sat down on the edge of Harry's bed. "Draco remembers basically what happened to him. He has the basic knowledge of the events that took place, but he doesn't have the actual memories. Am I right?" Harry nodded, Draco just snorted.
Madam Pomfrey looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh my! It's almost one in the morning! All right, everyone out. My patients need to get some rest." She shooed everyone else out. "Albus, what is a pig doing in here?" Dumbledore looked pained for a moment then grudgingly turned Dudley back into himself.
Dudley blinked, and stood up. "Can someone tell me where my parents are?" Dumbledore grabbed his arm and hauled him off to his quarters.
Mrs. Weaseley stepped back through the open portrait into Dumbledore's office. They could faintly hear "The Burrow!" through the door.
Alanna and Xander stood in the doorway. Madam Pomfrey stood in front of them, arms folded. "Do you two need anything else?" Alanna asked softly.
"Umm, Madam Pomfrey, I did kinda bleed all over the blankets. Can I get another one?"
"There're four beds in there. Just switch beds!"
"Oh." He hopped off the bed and lay down in the one on the other side of Draco. Draco poked his head up.
"Hey, no fair! Get over here! I'm not sleeping in your old bed if I can help it!"
"Well, you're the one that insisted I give my bed to you, without noticing that there are FOUR beds in here. So either move, or don't. See if I care."
"Oh shut up. I can't sleep. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep." Alanna walked over to the boys.
"May I?" she asked Madam Pomfrey.
"What are you going to do?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"It's kind of an accelerated sleep. It's the same as sleeping for twenty four hours in an eight hour span. I use it all the time."
"Sure, fine."
Alanna stood in between them. "Close your eyes" she commanded. The boys lay down and did as she said. Alanna stretched her hands out over the two beds. A soft, white glow emanated from her fingertips and surrounded the two boys. Xander walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist. The glow increased in intensity. Harry and Draco slowly floated about a foot off the beds, glowing. Alanna retracted her hands and stepped back. "All finished. The glow will disappear in about eight hours, and they'll wake up."
Madam Pomfrey scanned them with her wand. "This is amazing! Their metabolic rate is increased almost three times the normal rate!" They left the isolation room and closed the door.
Draco opened his eyes slowly. He stared at the ceiling for a minute, confused. Where're the stars? This isn't my ceiling! Why am I at Hogwarts? Shouldn't I be in the Manor? gradually, he remembered what happened last night. OH shit! Someone please tell me I didn't actually HEAL Potter??
Yup, so sorry. Next time I'll try not to let that asshole break my nose. Draco turned in surprise. Emerald green met liquid steel. Bastard!
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," said Harry pleasantly. Draco snorted and rolled over. Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh wow, it's only about 6:30a.m. I don't even wake this early for school," he mused then turned to Draco. "You know, you slept through most of a rather interesting conversation last night." He laughed quietly, and rolled out of bed. "What the hell?" he exclaimed. "When did I ever own black and red silk pajamas?" He stared down at the black silk with red phoenixes in consternation. Ok, first the clothes that just appeared in my closet, now this... he trailed off, confused. What the hell is going on? He padded quietly over to the full length mirror in the bathroom. HEY! I look GOOD in silk!!!!! Draco howled with laughter.
Harry swaggered back into the room. Draco shuddered, whether in revulsion or something else... Harry decided not to think about it, sitting back down on his bed. You better not think along those lines, Potter. Trust me, it's revulsion. Draco's acidic sarcasm filled his mind. Draco crawled out of bed reluctantly. He was also wearing silk - silver and green dragons. Hey, this is comfortable! He walked into the bathroom. Oh yeah, who's sexy!!!!!! Harry shook with mirth. Not you, that's for sure! he called back.
Draco strode back into the room. You're just jealous because you don't look this good! he teased, -good naturedly??? What the hell! he thought. I'm actually having a normal conversation with Potter! How the hell did this happen??? We loathe each other!!!
That's not true. I never hated you.
WHAA- Excuse me?
I said I never hated you. I - Have - Never - Hated - You. Do you need that in a different language, perhaps?
You could have fooled me! Hey, what happened last night???
If I hated you, I would have ignored you the way I do my cousin. I wouldn't have responded to your insults, and I certainly wouldn't have hexed you last month. Why should I tell you what happened??? You loathe me, you said so yourself. Why would I do something helpful for someone who hates me so much?
Ummm, I only loathed you because I thought you hated me. Harry almost fell off the bed in shock.
WHAT!!!!!!! He screeched mentally, causing Draco to clap his hands to his temples in pain. Sorry, thought Harry sheepishly. I didn't mean to yell that loud. Did you mean that? So then why the hell have we been fighting?
I thought you hated me. You refused my hand on the train that day, and let the Weasel insult me.
You insulted the first person who had EVER been nice to me, and made fun of the man who rescued me from my abusive family.... Of course I was going to refuse your hand. You were being a total prick. Harry scowled at the memory. Of course, he hadn't been too nice, himself, but.... Draco had started it, right?
Huh? Your Muggle losers are abusive? Why don't you just hex them?
I swear, Malfoy, if you tell anyone.... I couldn't hex them. I had no idea I was a wizard, though I did set a boa constrictor on Dudley, and blew up my Aunt Marge.... Harry trailed off with an evil smirk on his face.
Draco stared, transfixed. Gryffindor's Golden Boy looked positively evil with that smirk on his face. Damn, he thought, envious, you look more evil than I do!
Thanks, I think....was that even a compliment? Harry shook his head. Come on, I'm hungry. I'll tell you over breakfast. He walked out of the room. You coming?
Draco's stomach rumbled. Ok, hey- wait for me!
Harry and Draco cautiously crept down to the Great Hall. No one else was there. They sat down at the Ravenclaw table, since it was closest to the door. Draco immediately started complaining. "What does it take to get some food around here? Selling your firstborn???"
Harry stood up and stretched. "Come on, I know a way to get to the kitchens." He led Draco through the door behind the staff table and down a staircase. They reached a brightly lit corridor lined with paintings of food. Harry stopped before a picture of a giant fruit bowl, and tickled the pear. The concealed door appeared and Harry opened it and climbed in. Harry casually strolled into the kitchens, Draco one or two steps behind him. I have to remember that one... Draco thought to himself. That could really come in handy.
Harry asked one of the house elves if Dobby was there. You know, I have an idea. When I dragged your ass out of the dungeons, you did some fancy spell work that was most definitely not taught at Hogwarts. I'll trade ya - knowledge for knowledge. I know all the secret entrances and passageways of this castle. You teach me, I'll teach you. Fair?
Draco was about to reply when Dobby appeared, wearing a pair of plaid flannel boxers, one black sock with stars, and a white sock with moons. The house elf squealed and launched itself at Harry, almost knocking him over. "Oh Master Harry! Dobby is so happy to see you! You are all right! Dobby was so worried when he heard that you had gone to Malfoy Manor to rescue Young Master Malfoy!" He saw Draco standing behind Harry. "Master Draco! You are all right! Dobby was very angry your father would do such a thing!"
"Hello, Dobby. How has working here been?" Harry was amazed. Draco Malfoy is actually being NICE to a house elf???
I'll have you know that Dobby and I were very close. He took care of me from the time I was born until I was eleven and sent here. If I had had my way, he would have come with me.
"Wonderful, Master Draco! Master Dumbledore has been so kind! He even pays me! One Galleon a week! And I get Sundays off!"
"Hey, Dobby, would you do something for Potter and me? We were hoping if we could get some breakfast." Draco put on his best pleading expression. "No one else is awake, and we were getting really hungry.... Please?"
"Of course, Master Draco! What would you two like?" Harry and Draco rattled off a list of food. Dobby clapped his hands, and two plates appeared, filled. They sat down and ate, ravenous.
"You know, I have got to do this more often," Draco moaned around a mouthful of scrambled eggs. "This is wonderfully quiet and I don't have to sicken myself watching those two huge oafs eat!"
"Yeah, Ron can't be bothered with table manners. It's disgusting..." Did I just insult my best friend? Weird!
"No, you are just finally realizing all the faults Weasel has... I'll make a Slytherin out of you, yet." Draco took a swig of pumpkin juice.
"Don't freak out, but I was supposed to be put in Slytherin. Yech!" Draco spewed his juice all over Harry.
"WHAT????" He choked. "What happened??"
"Gross, Malfoy, just frigging gross. If you must know, I begged the hat not to put me in Slytherin, considering that the only nice people I had ever met had just been Sorted into Gryffindor." Harry grabbed a napkin and started to clean the pumpkin juice off his pajamas. "Uggh! You ruined the top!" He unbuttoned it and took it off in disgust. "Dobby, would you please come here for a minute?" Dobby ran over to them, chattering excitedly.
"Yes, Harry Potter? What is the matter?"
"Malfoy spit his drink all over my top. Is there a way to clean it? I'm afraid it might be ruined." Harry apologetically handed over the silk top.
"No problem, Master Harry! I'll have someone clean this right away! Winky?" Dobby walked off, shouting for Winky.
Harry sat there in his pajama bottoms, slightly shivering. Draco glanced at him, noting the goose bumps that had broken out across his tanned and muscular torso. Damn, thought Draco to himself, when the hell did he find time to work out? Harry snorted. Did you forget? I can hear your thoughts. Let's put it this way. My relatives believe in a low food diet combined with physical labor. In short, they starve me and make me do all the work around the house. Most of it is outside, in the heat of summer. Thankfully, they didn't get a chance to start in on me too badly this summer, so I haven't lost any weight.
Draco stared at him. Merlin! And you just accept this? He noticed the scars on Harry's arms and understood what they were.
Where else can I go? Dumbledore refused to let me stay at the Weaseleys', and I have no other relatives than the Dursleys.
You have millions in your vault! The Potters are as rich as my family! Buy your own house and live there!
What? I have enough in my vault to get me through school, or so Dumbledore says... a sneaking suspicion threaded its way through Harry's mind. Why would he lie to me?
Draco snorted. You Gryffindors are so gullible. Why do you trust anyone? Everyone is out for themselves, no one else. I never take anything at face value. He saw that Harry was so upset, he was about to blow something up, so he quickly changed the subject. So, what happened last night? What did I miss?
Umm, let's see. To make a long story short, I found out that you are the youngest demigod in existence, Alanna and Xander are your older sister and brother, and I am the descendant of Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Merlin. Harry kept a straight face.
WHAT? Draco stared at him incredulously.
Which part? Oh, because all of the founders were Alanna and Xander's descendants, and Merlin was Alanna's child with a Muggle, I am a full blooded descendant of the Demigods, whatever that means.
I'm a DEMIGOD??? Draco fell over in shock. His plate flipped into the air and Draco slammed his hand reflexively up to protect his head. Instantly, the plate, fork, and food stopped in midair. Draco stared at the floating foodstuffs in awe. "Keep talking," he demanded, out loud.
"Are you done?" Harry asked quietly. Draco just stared at him. "With your breakfast?" He prompted, gesturing at the floating plate.
"Oh, yeah." Draco grabbed the plate, and slowly spooned the floating food back onto the plate with his hand. He quickly ate the last of his breakfast. "Let's go."
They walked out of the kitchen. "Thanks, Dobby," they yelled at the same time. They stared at each other in shock, and then laughed.
They walked back to the Hospital Wing in silence. At the entrance, Harry stopped and turned to Draco, confusion warring with determination. "Can we start over?" He stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter."
Draco stared at the hand, remembering almost six years ago, when the positions had been reversed. I refuse to repeat the same mistake. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Harry smiled, relieved. "Friends?" he queried.
"Friends."
They walked back into their room, laughing in relief. Harry sat on his bed. "Man, I wish I had my clothes here."
Draco picked up Harry's black jeans and black long sleeved shirt. "These aren't bad."
"Compared to what I usually wear, they are incredible. I get Dudley's cast offs."
"I'm gonna kill those Muggles..." Draco growled angrily. "How dare they treat anyone like that!"
"Oh, come on. It's not like your home life was any better. Your father tried to kill you!" Draco winced, tears shining in his eyes before he furiously blinked them away.
"I thought my father loved me! He has never treated me badly! That was the first time he has ever done ANYTHING like that! He has always been kind. He gave me anything I wanted. He was always there for me and made sure that I knew he was proud of me! Do you know what he used to tell me, before Voldemort came back?" Draco ignored the tears streaming down his face. "He told me I could do anything I wanted. He encouraged my wanting to be a healer. Even after Voldemort came back, he encouraged me to do well, saying that our side needs all the competent people it can get! I thought he loved me..." Draco trailed off brokenly. He sat, lost in misery, when strong arms wrapped around him. "Thanks Potter." They sat like that for almost a half an hour before Draco pulled away.
"Shotgun shower!" he yelled, dashing to the bathroom. Harry just groaned. Knowing the rumors, I won't see the inside of that bathroom until the second coming...
Hey! I'll have you know that I take only about twenty minutes in the bathroom, unlike Pansy, who can occupy the bathroom for hours, and it doesn't do a damn bit of good!
Harry sat on his bed, bored out of his skull. He absently said, to no one in particular, "I want a pair of black leather pants, and some silver chains. A dark green button down shirt might be nice, too." He was visualizing what he REALLY wanted to wear today. In his opinion, it looked really good. He slowly walked over to the closet in the corner, not expecting anything to be in it. He looked inside. Sure enough, it was empty. He turned around. "HOLY HELL!!!" Draco stumbled out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel.
"WHAT? What's wrong???" He gasped. Harry stared in shock at his bed. There, on the blanket, was his outfit, laid out just like he had imagined it.
"That wasn't there when I turned to look in the closet. It just appeared! I wished for it, and it appeared!" Harry babbled on, in shock.
Draco cautiously approached the bed. "Hey, nice threads! Good taste, Potter!" He held up the dark green shimmery material. "Cool! Their's a black and silver dragon on the back!"
He turned to Harry. "Wish one up for me? In silver? And a pair of the boots, the leather pants, and a black tank top. PLEASE???" Draco pouted and begged.
Harry laughed. "You are something else, you know that?" he shook his head at his new friend's antics. "Sure, why not."
"Thanks Potter! I knew being friends with you was a good idea!" Draco walked back into the bathroom and shut the door. Harry snickered.
Harry quickly closed his eyes and imagined up the necessary clothing. He added dark blue Chinese characters with a black shadow running down the left side of the shirt that said Brave Warrior, and imagined a blue phoenix with black and silver detailing on the back. That, complete with silver chains, and the outfit was finished. He opened his eyes, and gasped in pleasure. The outfit was lying on Draco's bed.
Draco came out of the bathroom five minutes later. "All done. See, that didn't take so long." Harry rushed by him into the bathroom, clothes in hand.
Fifteen minutes later, two incredibly well dressed, very hot guys strode out of the Hospital Wing. Harry dressed in his dark green, silver, and black shimmery silk shirt, a black undershirt, and his slightly form- fitting leather pants with chains, and Draco dressed in his silver, dark blue, and black shirt, a black undershirt, and definitely form fitting leather pants. He wore his chains slung around his hips. "Well, Potter, where to?"
Harry thought for a second. "How about the Quidditch pitch?"
"Sounds good to me."
They quickly headed to the Entrance Hall. "Hey, what about our brooms? I don't want to use the school brooms! They only have Comet 260s!" Draco complained as they walked outside.
"Accio Firebolt!" Harry yelled, waving his wand. He thought, Oh, what the hell, why not? "Accio school supplies and school trunk!" He felt something shift in his pocket and stuck his hand in. He pulled out a miniature trunk. "Oh yeah! I forgot!" He handed the trunk to Draco. "I got this from your house before we left yesterday." Draco quickly enlarged the trunk, and opened it. He pulled out a very nice Firebolt.
"My father got this for me a week ago. He said it was only fair for me to challenge you on the same make of broom..." Draco trailed off, close to tears. He shook himself, and regained composure.
Harry turned at the sound of something big shooting through the air. "Hey, it's my broom and my trunk!" he exclaimed, pleasantly surprised as he saw what was coming. "I didn't think it would work!"
Harry deftly caught his Firebolt then levitated the now stationary trunk over to Draco's. Draco held a snitch in his hand. "Hey, Potter, are you up for a game? Seekers only?" He grinned as he released the snitch.
Harry grinned in reply. "You're on!" The two kicked off the ground and flew. After about thirty minutes of friendly competition and banter while searching for the snitch, Harry saw something gold glint out of the corner of his eye. Immediately he dove for it, Draco hot on his trail. He followed the snitch up high into the clouds, where it disappeared from sight.
"What? Potter, where is it?"
"I have no idea! It was just in front of me, then disappeared!"
"You probably lost sight of it..."
No, look! Harry showed him what had happened. Draco looked confused.
"Oh well, let's go back down." They shot towards the earth. Completely synchronized, they flew vertically towards the ground Wait for it... Wait for it... Harry chanted. Six inches from the ground, he yelled "Now!" They pulled up as one; millimeters from the ground, then swooped into the air and flew in a lazy flip. Then, they heard applause from the field. Alanna and Xander stood there, clapping wildly. Alanna held the snitch in her hand.
"We've never seen anyone fly that well!" She gushed.
"Aside from us, that is," Xander added, holding what looked to be a racing broom, but it looked like no broom Harry had ever seen. For starters, it was completely silver on the handle and the bristles were also silver with green tips. Alanna held a gold and red broom of the exact same style. "Like the brooms?" Xander queried, holding his out for inspection. "We designed them ourselves. They achieve speeds of over two hundred fifty miles per hour, and can turn on a hair from that speed without dropping any momentum. They respond to the slightest touch, or sometimes thought, and sometimes before we even decide where to direct them." Alanna smiled and waved her hand. A light blue and silver broom appeared and, right next to it, was a hunter green and silver broom.
"How would you like to try them?" she asked, grinning like a fool. Harry and Draco immediately hopped off their Firebolts and ran over to the two brooms. "Wanna play Quidditch?" she asked, still grinning.
"Hell yes!" They replied as one.
She summoned two beater's bats. She tossed one at Harry, and the other at Xander. "Ok, there will be two chasers on the teams. One will double as a beater, the other as goalie. We play with one bludger and the quaffle. No snitch, since I think the two seekers want to play on the same team." Harry and Draco looked at each other and grinned. They both had the same thought. Those two won't know what hit them. "We clear on the rules? OK, then, let's play."
The four took to the air, and the game was on.
A/N: WARNING! To everyone who likes Dumbledore, I HATE HIM!!! Actually, I think he is a conniving old coot, and he's gonna get what's coming to him... never piss of a goddess, especially where her siblings are concerned..... hehehehe (maniacal, evil giggling). Thank you all for reviewing, and see ya next chapter.
B/N: (beta note) HIYA PEOPLES! WUSSUP? this is annie, the authors lil' sis :) I'VE GOT BETTER GRAMMAR THAN MY coughnineteen-year-oldcough SISTER (though I rarely ever use it).just writing to say...... READ THE DAMN STORY, AND YOU BETTER LIKE IT CAUSE I SLAVED AWAY SOOOOOOO MANY HOURS CORRECTING HER GOD FORSAKEN SPELLING, I FEEL LIKE MY FUCKING ENGLISH TEACHER(shudder)!
A/N: don't worry, she doesn't bite, much....
B/N: grrrrrrrr...;)
Chapter 3
"WHAT???????" Everyone, as one voice, let their protest known.
Xander and Alanna blinked, then Alanna told him, in no uncertain terms, "See, even they think it's crazy. Mother isn't stupid. She wouldn't allow her youngest son to suffer like that. Mortals cannot be with immortals."
"You know, from what I got from Dumbledore's mind, Harry is supposed to be the savior of the Wizarding World. Maybe he will be elevated." Xander pressed his point.
"That has never happened before! Didn't Mother swear she would never do that?" Alanna was running out of ammunition quickly, and Xander knew it.
"Wait a minute." Snape interrupted the verbal sibling spat. "What does being soulmates entail? In the mortal world, it means that they are meant to be together forever, and that they are a perfect compliment to each other."
"I'd say the mortal hit it dead on. Wouldn't you agree, sis?"
"That's as good a definition as any." Alanna stepped into lecture mode. "Soul mates are souls that compliment the other perfectly. They mesh in every way. Their power levels, their magic abilities, are perfectly compatible. They are the others equal and antithesis. Good and Evil, Light and Dark, Yin and Yang. It's all there. It is possible for soul mates to not be attracted to each other, though that is extremely rare. It is usually in cases of twins that soul mates are not lovers as well." Snape looked ready to throw up.
"You mean my GODSON is going to be sleeping with POTTER???"
"In all likelihood, yes. If it doesn't happen in this lifetime, then it will happen in the next. Well, if there is going to be a next. Mortals only get one lifetime, but we immortals can go back as many times as we want. It's all part of the perks. That's why I don't think Mother would do that." She turned to Xander. "If Draconis wanted to go back, and his mate is still there, stuck in the afterlife, then how would that work? They can't be together. You know how painful that is, for the bond to sever like that." They both winced in shared memory. "And, as not having an actual body, how would the link re-grow? It takes a physical...um that is probably too much information for the mortals..." Snape turned a distinct shade of green and ran from the room. "Geez, what a homophobe."
"Alanna, you know that the only way to be certain is to provoke it."
"Yes, I know." They linked hands. "Everyone, would you please exit the room, as we cannot be assured of your safety." Everyone beat a hasty retreat to the doorway, then crowded around to watch. "Ready, Xander?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." They walked, hands clasped, to the beds. As one, they flared their auras and reached out, mentally as well as physically to Harry and Draco. As soon as they came within arms reach of the beds, Harry flared, followed by Draco. Their auras lashed out, repelling the demigods. Alanna and Xander stood there, simply gauging the amount of sheer power the two contained. Though they would never admit it, the amount shared between the two soul mates - no doubt about that- was staggering. Alanna called her brother Draconis, it's me, Alanna Xander added his voice Draconis, we are here to help. Do you require anything we can get you? Together, they tried again. Draconis, please answer us. We only want to help.
If you want to help, then let him rest. He's had an extremely rough forty-eight hours, and he still needs to recuperate.
Is this Harry? You did a very brave thing for your soul mate. Can we ask you some questions?
Soul mate? Is that what Draco's subconscious was babbling on about? Sure, ask away. I'm here until Draco wakes up. Oh, and he doesn't remember what happened.
He won't remember? Why not?
His subconscious mind took over right before I healed him, and since being in here, I have to agree with it. Draco isn't strong enough to deal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters torturing him. He especially isn't strong enough to deal with his father's betrayal. It just about drove him insane and me with it.
Ok, good enough. First question not related to Draconis: Who were your parents? Second question: Why are you savior of the Wizarding World? Third: Do you know what your bloodline is?
Ok, answer to the first question. My parents were James Potter and Lily Evans. The skinny lady and the fat boy my age are the only living relatives I have, so if you have more questions, ask them. Second question answer. Voldemort tried to kill me when I was an infant. I have no idea why, but the killing curse, the Avada Kedavra, which has never been blocked before, rebounded off of me, leaving me with only a scar on my forehead. It destroyed his body and almost destroyed his spirit. Third answer, I have no idea, but Dumbledore might.
Who is this Voldemort character?
HUH??? You don't know? He has only tried to take over the wizarding world twice now!
Don't get smart with us, young man. Gods don't mess with mortal problems. XANDER, he tortured our brother. That makes it personal! OK ALANNA. We will get involved. Besides, these mortals have no idea how to use their magic.
Do you have any more questions? Even any regarding me and Draco?
Yes, one more. How in the world did you heal Draconis by yourself? We saw his injuries!
Here are my memories of the whole fiasco. Enjoy. I'm going back to sleep.
Alanna and Xander quickly absorbed the memories shoved at them right before a mental wall slammed down, cutting them off from Harry's mind. They reeled back from the bed, where the two boys still had their auras on full power. They watched, silently reviewing Harry's version of the events of the last twenty - four hours. Then, they turned to Dumbledore.
"Is Lily Evans the same Evans that sprang from Merlin's line, and by extension, Alanna? Is Potter the same Potter that is heir of all four houses of Hogwarts, and by extension, the only full blooded heir of both Alanna and me? Are these the same people?" Dumbledore stared at them in shock.
"What are you talking about? Harry is the only known heir of Gryffindor, but as to the others, I do not know."
"Well, any heir of Gryffindor is also an heir of Slytherin, as they were soul mates. However, Slytherin had one other heir by a witch, three years previous to meeting Godric. The only Heir of Gryffindor married the oldest of Ravenclaw's daughters. I should know, as I performed the ceremony. Four generations later, the oldest heir of the combined bloodline married Hufflepuff's only heir. Their only daughter married a nonmagical person named Potter. They had four children... need I go on? Are they the same Potters?"
Dumbledore could only shake his head in amazement. He had no idea.
Alanna took a deep breath to continue. "Now, Each of the Founders of Hogwarts was a fullblooded descendent of Xander and I, but through different lives. Godric Gryffindor was first, started by the both of us about 400 years before his birth."
Molly Weaseley finally found her voice. "So Godric Gryffindor was really a demigod?"
"Yes. Each of our full blooded descendents retains their full strength. They have to marry non magical people or their magic doesn't carry on to the next generation. It's hard to explain, but essentially if they had a full blooded person marrying a witch or wizard, the magic completely overpowers the child, and burns itself out. That child, though a squib, can still pass on magical genes to their children, but it will take several generations to surface. Where was I? Oh, yes.
"Our contribution to Rowena Ravenclaw's bloodline came next, during our next incarnation, which was around 280 years before her birth. Helga Hufflepuff came after that, about 130 years before her birth, and Salazar Slytherin was our son.
"On the other side, Merlin was my descendant. About 500 years previous to creating the Founders, Xander and I didn't find each other, by choice. We had heirs and spread magic through the gene pool of the world. The other heir I had at that time was Morgan LeFay, his twin sister." Alanna asked Dumbledore "how much more of this do you want to hear?"
"All of it."
"Merlin married a witch, Nimue, who bore him a son. The son was a squib, and he disowned the tyke when he found out. Oh, I reamed him a new one for that. It was his damn fault. The idiot should have known better, after all I taught him, but no 'blood purity this and blood purity that'. I'll explain the whole blood purity issue when I am done, because it doesn't just apply to our specific descendents. Well, this boy grew up and married a non magical person. It took four generations, but a very powerful witch was born into the family. She, of course, married a wizard, and the whole process started all over again: squibs except for one person every four or five generations until now.
"Harry Potter, because of his full blooded demigod ancestry, can handle the incredible amount of magic flowing through his veins. He was able to absorb the killing curse not because of his mother's sacrifice, though that makes a nice story, but because his natural magic just absorbed the curse. He was too powerful, as an infant, for Voldemort to kill. And, what did you people do? Put a wand in his hand and slowly, are destroying that natural magic." Alanna stopped her tirade sheepishly.
"I really went off on a tangent this time, didn't I?" Xander gently rubbed her back.
"Naw, you stopped yourself just in time, love."
"Good, I was scaring myself again. I-"
"Hey, what's all the yelling about? Can't a guy get some sleep around here?" Everyone turned and stared. Harry Potter was sitting up, rubbing his eyes blearily. Draco sat next to him, also rubbing his eyes.
"Um, I wanted to thank everyone who helped me, even though I don't remember exactly what happened. Har-I mean Potter here has assured me somehow that I will remember what happened when I am ready to." Draco looked extremely confused for a minute, then went back to sleep.
Harry sat for a moment, watching Draco sleep. "I heard everything you guys were talking about. Is it all true?"
Alanna sat down on the end of his bed. "We aren't sure. But, it does make sense. You would almost have to be all of their descendents, and by extension, our descendents, in order for you to be powerful enough to be Draconis's soul mate."
"What's a soul mate?" Harry had several vague ideas, but they came from idly scanning the backs of his Aunt's romance novels before organizing them on the shelves. He hoped it didn't have anything to do with that. That would be too weird.
All of the adults looked incredibly uncomfortable for a minute. "I mean," Harry pressed on, "they can be best friends, right? They don't have to, you know, actually have a relationship?" He watched, fascinated, as his query made the adults in the room look at each other and cringe. This is fun! I made Dumbledore cringe! Cool! I'm getting him back for letting Sirius die! "I have to get up, and use the bathroom. Could you excuse me?" Harry took off, laughing maniacally... in his mind. Xander and Alanna looked at each other and laughed.
"Cute kid. I can see why Mom likes him. He's perfect for Draconis-"
Draco opened his eyes. "Harry? Harry, where are you???" Draco sat up, staring around him wildly. "HARRY? HARRRYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!" His screams reverberated throughout the halls of Hogwarts.
"Aah, thank God!" Harry walked over to the sink. "What a relief! I was about to burst! Rule one, when rescuing someone, no Big Gulps before you go, and potty break before you leave"
"HAAARRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He whipped around, and ran to the door. Maybe Death Eaters are in Hogwarts, maybe he's dying... Just as he reached the door, it slammed open into his face, smashing his nose.
"AAAARRRGH! BUCK!" He screamed, blood gushing from his nose. He staggered back against the sink.
"Are you alright?" Severus Snape rushed into the bathroom. "I'm so sorry- oh, it's you. Come on. He's screaming and won't stop." He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and dragged him back into the isolation room.
Damn it! Can't a guy take a piss without the world needing to be saved? God damn bastard Snape! Fucker broke my nose! Harry tried to stem the blood flow. "Dab id!" He shook free from Snape's death grip and walked back into the room.
"Cab sobone bix by node?" Harry sat down next to Draco, who immediately stopped screaming and grabbed his arm. What is it with Slytherins and death grips? And what the hell is the matter with him? He looks fine to me!
For your information, I started to remember what happened to me. I know generally, that I refused the Mark and was tortured. For some reason, you rescued me, and I have no clue what happened after that, just that I could read your mind. So, are you finally able to hear me? Draco pouted. It was incredibly scary to see that your father hates you... Wait, why the hell am I telling YOU all this? I hate you! Draco repeated the last bit out loud. "I hate you! So, why the hell am I telling you that I know what happened to me, and that it scared the shit outta me... Great." He threw up his hands. "Now EVERYONE knows. I'm going back to sleep." Draco flopped back down onto his mattress, only to spring back up.
"Is that blood? What the hell happened to you, Potter?" He grimaced in disgust.
"Snabe bwoke by node. Cab sobone bix by node, awweady?" Geez, will that dork make up his mind already? First he's screaming my name, and now he hates me.... Ooh, that didn't sound right.
You sick, sick bastard. I did NOT scream your name.
Yes, you did. Remember, HAAARRRRRYYYYY? That was you. Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco.
Don't put it out there unless you're going to use it.... NO GROSS! THAT'S POTTER!
Draco, you are sick. Fine, if you don't like blood, sleep in my bed. Draco immediately hopped over into Harry's old bed. Everyone else just looked confused.
"Hey, Scarhead, get over here." Harry leaned over the bed railings. Draco stuck his hand out, and covered Harry's nose with it. "How did you do this? Oh, wait, I think I got it." A blue light shot out his hand and covered Harry's face. After a second, he moved his hand. "Feel any better?"
"Actually, yes." Harry twitched his nose, experimentally. "Hey, thanks." Madam Pomfrey interrupted him.
"I'm glad your nose is fixed, now will one of you tell me why Draco started screaming? Some of us are very confused and would like an explanation." Everyone in the room nodded, except for Alanna, Xander, and the frozen Dudley pig.
"Well I'm not saying it again! If you didn't listen the first time, then tough." Draco rolled over and put his head under the pillow.
Alanna sat down on the edge of Harry's bed. "Draco remembers basically what happened to him. He has the basic knowledge of the events that took place, but he doesn't have the actual memories. Am I right?" Harry nodded, Draco just snorted.
Madam Pomfrey looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh my! It's almost one in the morning! All right, everyone out. My patients need to get some rest." She shooed everyone else out. "Albus, what is a pig doing in here?" Dumbledore looked pained for a moment then grudgingly turned Dudley back into himself.
Dudley blinked, and stood up. "Can someone tell me where my parents are?" Dumbledore grabbed his arm and hauled him off to his quarters.
Mrs. Weaseley stepped back through the open portrait into Dumbledore's office. They could faintly hear "The Burrow!" through the door.
Alanna and Xander stood in the doorway. Madam Pomfrey stood in front of them, arms folded. "Do you two need anything else?" Alanna asked softly.
"Umm, Madam Pomfrey, I did kinda bleed all over the blankets. Can I get another one?"
"There're four beds in there. Just switch beds!"
"Oh." He hopped off the bed and lay down in the one on the other side of Draco. Draco poked his head up.
"Hey, no fair! Get over here! I'm not sleeping in your old bed if I can help it!"
"Well, you're the one that insisted I give my bed to you, without noticing that there are FOUR beds in here. So either move, or don't. See if I care."
"Oh shut up. I can't sleep. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep." Alanna walked over to the boys.
"May I?" she asked Madam Pomfrey.
"What are you going to do?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"It's kind of an accelerated sleep. It's the same as sleeping for twenty four hours in an eight hour span. I use it all the time."
"Sure, fine."
Alanna stood in between them. "Close your eyes" she commanded. The boys lay down and did as she said. Alanna stretched her hands out over the two beds. A soft, white glow emanated from her fingertips and surrounded the two boys. Xander walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist. The glow increased in intensity. Harry and Draco slowly floated about a foot off the beds, glowing. Alanna retracted her hands and stepped back. "All finished. The glow will disappear in about eight hours, and they'll wake up."
Madam Pomfrey scanned them with her wand. "This is amazing! Their metabolic rate is increased almost three times the normal rate!" They left the isolation room and closed the door.
Draco opened his eyes slowly. He stared at the ceiling for a minute, confused. Where're the stars? This isn't my ceiling! Why am I at Hogwarts? Shouldn't I be in the Manor? gradually, he remembered what happened last night. OH shit! Someone please tell me I didn't actually HEAL Potter??
Yup, so sorry. Next time I'll try not to let that asshole break my nose. Draco turned in surprise. Emerald green met liquid steel. Bastard!
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," said Harry pleasantly. Draco snorted and rolled over. Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh wow, it's only about 6:30a.m. I don't even wake this early for school," he mused then turned to Draco. "You know, you slept through most of a rather interesting conversation last night." He laughed quietly, and rolled out of bed. "What the hell?" he exclaimed. "When did I ever own black and red silk pajamas?" He stared down at the black silk with red phoenixes in consternation. Ok, first the clothes that just appeared in my closet, now this... he trailed off, confused. What the hell is going on? He padded quietly over to the full length mirror in the bathroom. HEY! I look GOOD in silk!!!!! Draco howled with laughter.
Harry swaggered back into the room. Draco shuddered, whether in revulsion or something else... Harry decided not to think about it, sitting back down on his bed. You better not think along those lines, Potter. Trust me, it's revulsion. Draco's acidic sarcasm filled his mind. Draco crawled out of bed reluctantly. He was also wearing silk - silver and green dragons. Hey, this is comfortable! He walked into the bathroom. Oh yeah, who's sexy!!!!!! Harry shook with mirth. Not you, that's for sure! he called back.
Draco strode back into the room. You're just jealous because you don't look this good! he teased, -good naturedly??? What the hell! he thought. I'm actually having a normal conversation with Potter! How the hell did this happen??? We loathe each other!!!
That's not true. I never hated you.
WHAA- Excuse me?
I said I never hated you. I - Have - Never - Hated - You. Do you need that in a different language, perhaps?
You could have fooled me! Hey, what happened last night???
If I hated you, I would have ignored you the way I do my cousin. I wouldn't have responded to your insults, and I certainly wouldn't have hexed you last month. Why should I tell you what happened??? You loathe me, you said so yourself. Why would I do something helpful for someone who hates me so much?
Ummm, I only loathed you because I thought you hated me. Harry almost fell off the bed in shock.
WHAT!!!!!!! He screeched mentally, causing Draco to clap his hands to his temples in pain. Sorry, thought Harry sheepishly. I didn't mean to yell that loud. Did you mean that? So then why the hell have we been fighting?
I thought you hated me. You refused my hand on the train that day, and let the Weasel insult me.
You insulted the first person who had EVER been nice to me, and made fun of the man who rescued me from my abusive family.... Of course I was going to refuse your hand. You were being a total prick. Harry scowled at the memory. Of course, he hadn't been too nice, himself, but.... Draco had started it, right?
Huh? Your Muggle losers are abusive? Why don't you just hex them?
I swear, Malfoy, if you tell anyone.... I couldn't hex them. I had no idea I was a wizard, though I did set a boa constrictor on Dudley, and blew up my Aunt Marge.... Harry trailed off with an evil smirk on his face.
Draco stared, transfixed. Gryffindor's Golden Boy looked positively evil with that smirk on his face. Damn, he thought, envious, you look more evil than I do!
Thanks, I think....was that even a compliment? Harry shook his head. Come on, I'm hungry. I'll tell you over breakfast. He walked out of the room. You coming?
Draco's stomach rumbled. Ok, hey- wait for me!
Harry and Draco cautiously crept down to the Great Hall. No one else was there. They sat down at the Ravenclaw table, since it was closest to the door. Draco immediately started complaining. "What does it take to get some food around here? Selling your firstborn???"
Harry stood up and stretched. "Come on, I know a way to get to the kitchens." He led Draco through the door behind the staff table and down a staircase. They reached a brightly lit corridor lined with paintings of food. Harry stopped before a picture of a giant fruit bowl, and tickled the pear. The concealed door appeared and Harry opened it and climbed in. Harry casually strolled into the kitchens, Draco one or two steps behind him. I have to remember that one... Draco thought to himself. That could really come in handy.
Harry asked one of the house elves if Dobby was there. You know, I have an idea. When I dragged your ass out of the dungeons, you did some fancy spell work that was most definitely not taught at Hogwarts. I'll trade ya - knowledge for knowledge. I know all the secret entrances and passageways of this castle. You teach me, I'll teach you. Fair?
Draco was about to reply when Dobby appeared, wearing a pair of plaid flannel boxers, one black sock with stars, and a white sock with moons. The house elf squealed and launched itself at Harry, almost knocking him over. "Oh Master Harry! Dobby is so happy to see you! You are all right! Dobby was so worried when he heard that you had gone to Malfoy Manor to rescue Young Master Malfoy!" He saw Draco standing behind Harry. "Master Draco! You are all right! Dobby was very angry your father would do such a thing!"
"Hello, Dobby. How has working here been?" Harry was amazed. Draco Malfoy is actually being NICE to a house elf???
I'll have you know that Dobby and I were very close. He took care of me from the time I was born until I was eleven and sent here. If I had had my way, he would have come with me.
"Wonderful, Master Draco! Master Dumbledore has been so kind! He even pays me! One Galleon a week! And I get Sundays off!"
"Hey, Dobby, would you do something for Potter and me? We were hoping if we could get some breakfast." Draco put on his best pleading expression. "No one else is awake, and we were getting really hungry.... Please?"
"Of course, Master Draco! What would you two like?" Harry and Draco rattled off a list of food. Dobby clapped his hands, and two plates appeared, filled. They sat down and ate, ravenous.
"You know, I have got to do this more often," Draco moaned around a mouthful of scrambled eggs. "This is wonderfully quiet and I don't have to sicken myself watching those two huge oafs eat!"
"Yeah, Ron can't be bothered with table manners. It's disgusting..." Did I just insult my best friend? Weird!
"No, you are just finally realizing all the faults Weasel has... I'll make a Slytherin out of you, yet." Draco took a swig of pumpkin juice.
"Don't freak out, but I was supposed to be put in Slytherin. Yech!" Draco spewed his juice all over Harry.
"WHAT????" He choked. "What happened??"
"Gross, Malfoy, just frigging gross. If you must know, I begged the hat not to put me in Slytherin, considering that the only nice people I had ever met had just been Sorted into Gryffindor." Harry grabbed a napkin and started to clean the pumpkin juice off his pajamas. "Uggh! You ruined the top!" He unbuttoned it and took it off in disgust. "Dobby, would you please come here for a minute?" Dobby ran over to them, chattering excitedly.
"Yes, Harry Potter? What is the matter?"
"Malfoy spit his drink all over my top. Is there a way to clean it? I'm afraid it might be ruined." Harry apologetically handed over the silk top.
"No problem, Master Harry! I'll have someone clean this right away! Winky?" Dobby walked off, shouting for Winky.
Harry sat there in his pajama bottoms, slightly shivering. Draco glanced at him, noting the goose bumps that had broken out across his tanned and muscular torso. Damn, thought Draco to himself, when the hell did he find time to work out? Harry snorted. Did you forget? I can hear your thoughts. Let's put it this way. My relatives believe in a low food diet combined with physical labor. In short, they starve me and make me do all the work around the house. Most of it is outside, in the heat of summer. Thankfully, they didn't get a chance to start in on me too badly this summer, so I haven't lost any weight.
Draco stared at him. Merlin! And you just accept this? He noticed the scars on Harry's arms and understood what they were.
Where else can I go? Dumbledore refused to let me stay at the Weaseleys', and I have no other relatives than the Dursleys.
You have millions in your vault! The Potters are as rich as my family! Buy your own house and live there!
What? I have enough in my vault to get me through school, or so Dumbledore says... a sneaking suspicion threaded its way through Harry's mind. Why would he lie to me?
Draco snorted. You Gryffindors are so gullible. Why do you trust anyone? Everyone is out for themselves, no one else. I never take anything at face value. He saw that Harry was so upset, he was about to blow something up, so he quickly changed the subject. So, what happened last night? What did I miss?
Umm, let's see. To make a long story short, I found out that you are the youngest demigod in existence, Alanna and Xander are your older sister and brother, and I am the descendant of Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Merlin. Harry kept a straight face.
WHAT? Draco stared at him incredulously.
Which part? Oh, because all of the founders were Alanna and Xander's descendants, and Merlin was Alanna's child with a Muggle, I am a full blooded descendant of the Demigods, whatever that means.
I'm a DEMIGOD??? Draco fell over in shock. His plate flipped into the air and Draco slammed his hand reflexively up to protect his head. Instantly, the plate, fork, and food stopped in midair. Draco stared at the floating foodstuffs in awe. "Keep talking," he demanded, out loud.
"Are you done?" Harry asked quietly. Draco just stared at him. "With your breakfast?" He prompted, gesturing at the floating plate.
"Oh, yeah." Draco grabbed the plate, and slowly spooned the floating food back onto the plate with his hand. He quickly ate the last of his breakfast. "Let's go."
They walked out of the kitchen. "Thanks, Dobby," they yelled at the same time. They stared at each other in shock, and then laughed.
They walked back to the Hospital Wing in silence. At the entrance, Harry stopped and turned to Draco, confusion warring with determination. "Can we start over?" He stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter."
Draco stared at the hand, remembering almost six years ago, when the positions had been reversed. I refuse to repeat the same mistake. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Harry smiled, relieved. "Friends?" he queried.
"Friends."
They walked back into their room, laughing in relief. Harry sat on his bed. "Man, I wish I had my clothes here."
Draco picked up Harry's black jeans and black long sleeved shirt. "These aren't bad."
"Compared to what I usually wear, they are incredible. I get Dudley's cast offs."
"I'm gonna kill those Muggles..." Draco growled angrily. "How dare they treat anyone like that!"
"Oh, come on. It's not like your home life was any better. Your father tried to kill you!" Draco winced, tears shining in his eyes before he furiously blinked them away.
"I thought my father loved me! He has never treated me badly! That was the first time he has ever done ANYTHING like that! He has always been kind. He gave me anything I wanted. He was always there for me and made sure that I knew he was proud of me! Do you know what he used to tell me, before Voldemort came back?" Draco ignored the tears streaming down his face. "He told me I could do anything I wanted. He encouraged my wanting to be a healer. Even after Voldemort came back, he encouraged me to do well, saying that our side needs all the competent people it can get! I thought he loved me..." Draco trailed off brokenly. He sat, lost in misery, when strong arms wrapped around him. "Thanks Potter." They sat like that for almost a half an hour before Draco pulled away.
"Shotgun shower!" he yelled, dashing to the bathroom. Harry just groaned. Knowing the rumors, I won't see the inside of that bathroom until the second coming...
Hey! I'll have you know that I take only about twenty minutes in the bathroom, unlike Pansy, who can occupy the bathroom for hours, and it doesn't do a damn bit of good!
Harry sat on his bed, bored out of his skull. He absently said, to no one in particular, "I want a pair of black leather pants, and some silver chains. A dark green button down shirt might be nice, too." He was visualizing what he REALLY wanted to wear today. In his opinion, it looked really good. He slowly walked over to the closet in the corner, not expecting anything to be in it. He looked inside. Sure enough, it was empty. He turned around. "HOLY HELL!!!" Draco stumbled out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel.
"WHAT? What's wrong???" He gasped. Harry stared in shock at his bed. There, on the blanket, was his outfit, laid out just like he had imagined it.
"That wasn't there when I turned to look in the closet. It just appeared! I wished for it, and it appeared!" Harry babbled on, in shock.
Draco cautiously approached the bed. "Hey, nice threads! Good taste, Potter!" He held up the dark green shimmery material. "Cool! Their's a black and silver dragon on the back!"
He turned to Harry. "Wish one up for me? In silver? And a pair of the boots, the leather pants, and a black tank top. PLEASE???" Draco pouted and begged.
Harry laughed. "You are something else, you know that?" he shook his head at his new friend's antics. "Sure, why not."
"Thanks Potter! I knew being friends with you was a good idea!" Draco walked back into the bathroom and shut the door. Harry snickered.
Harry quickly closed his eyes and imagined up the necessary clothing. He added dark blue Chinese characters with a black shadow running down the left side of the shirt that said Brave Warrior, and imagined a blue phoenix with black and silver detailing on the back. That, complete with silver chains, and the outfit was finished. He opened his eyes, and gasped in pleasure. The outfit was lying on Draco's bed.
Draco came out of the bathroom five minutes later. "All done. See, that didn't take so long." Harry rushed by him into the bathroom, clothes in hand.
Fifteen minutes later, two incredibly well dressed, very hot guys strode out of the Hospital Wing. Harry dressed in his dark green, silver, and black shimmery silk shirt, a black undershirt, and his slightly form- fitting leather pants with chains, and Draco dressed in his silver, dark blue, and black shirt, a black undershirt, and definitely form fitting leather pants. He wore his chains slung around his hips. "Well, Potter, where to?"
Harry thought for a second. "How about the Quidditch pitch?"
"Sounds good to me."
They quickly headed to the Entrance Hall. "Hey, what about our brooms? I don't want to use the school brooms! They only have Comet 260s!" Draco complained as they walked outside.
"Accio Firebolt!" Harry yelled, waving his wand. He thought, Oh, what the hell, why not? "Accio school supplies and school trunk!" He felt something shift in his pocket and stuck his hand in. He pulled out a miniature trunk. "Oh yeah! I forgot!" He handed the trunk to Draco. "I got this from your house before we left yesterday." Draco quickly enlarged the trunk, and opened it. He pulled out a very nice Firebolt.
"My father got this for me a week ago. He said it was only fair for me to challenge you on the same make of broom..." Draco trailed off, close to tears. He shook himself, and regained composure.
Harry turned at the sound of something big shooting through the air. "Hey, it's my broom and my trunk!" he exclaimed, pleasantly surprised as he saw what was coming. "I didn't think it would work!"
Harry deftly caught his Firebolt then levitated the now stationary trunk over to Draco's. Draco held a snitch in his hand. "Hey, Potter, are you up for a game? Seekers only?" He grinned as he released the snitch.
Harry grinned in reply. "You're on!" The two kicked off the ground and flew. After about thirty minutes of friendly competition and banter while searching for the snitch, Harry saw something gold glint out of the corner of his eye. Immediately he dove for it, Draco hot on his trail. He followed the snitch up high into the clouds, where it disappeared from sight.
"What? Potter, where is it?"
"I have no idea! It was just in front of me, then disappeared!"
"You probably lost sight of it..."
No, look! Harry showed him what had happened. Draco looked confused.
"Oh well, let's go back down." They shot towards the earth. Completely synchronized, they flew vertically towards the ground Wait for it... Wait for it... Harry chanted. Six inches from the ground, he yelled "Now!" They pulled up as one; millimeters from the ground, then swooped into the air and flew in a lazy flip. Then, they heard applause from the field. Alanna and Xander stood there, clapping wildly. Alanna held the snitch in her hand.
"We've never seen anyone fly that well!" She gushed.
"Aside from us, that is," Xander added, holding what looked to be a racing broom, but it looked like no broom Harry had ever seen. For starters, it was completely silver on the handle and the bristles were also silver with green tips. Alanna held a gold and red broom of the exact same style. "Like the brooms?" Xander queried, holding his out for inspection. "We designed them ourselves. They achieve speeds of over two hundred fifty miles per hour, and can turn on a hair from that speed without dropping any momentum. They respond to the slightest touch, or sometimes thought, and sometimes before we even decide where to direct them." Alanna smiled and waved her hand. A light blue and silver broom appeared and, right next to it, was a hunter green and silver broom.
"How would you like to try them?" she asked, grinning like a fool. Harry and Draco immediately hopped off their Firebolts and ran over to the two brooms. "Wanna play Quidditch?" she asked, still grinning.
"Hell yes!" They replied as one.
She summoned two beater's bats. She tossed one at Harry, and the other at Xander. "Ok, there will be two chasers on the teams. One will double as a beater, the other as goalie. We play with one bludger and the quaffle. No snitch, since I think the two seekers want to play on the same team." Harry and Draco looked at each other and grinned. They both had the same thought. Those two won't know what hit them. "We clear on the rules? OK, then, let's play."
The four took to the air, and the game was on.
A/N: WARNING! To everyone who likes Dumbledore, I HATE HIM!!! Actually, I think he is a conniving old coot, and he's gonna get what's coming to him... never piss of a goddess, especially where her siblings are concerned..... hehehehe (maniacal, evil giggling). Thank you all for reviewing, and see ya next chapter.