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anything except the plot. The world of the Riddles (no more Harry Potter,
muwahahaha) belongs to J.K Rowling.
Dark Wings: Chapter 3
Last time on Dark wings
*
"You and Draco never became friends, you hated each other. In the first year, you tried to save the Philosophers stone from falling into my hands, people then said that I tried once again to kill you, but I offered you a chance to join me, but you refused. In the next years, people often blamed me for everything when something happened to you. But you are my son and I would not kill you. Although lately I would have loved to hurt you, it was just becoming too much for me and I saw that you never would join me. You would be going to your 7th year at Hogwarts in 1 week from now. I wouldn't ask you, but I was wondering if you could go for me. I want to bring the old man down too in this world. Will you and Draco help me in this?"
"Of course we will father, you don't think that I will allow Dumbledore to live once again do you?"
*
A blonde-haired man and a black-haired one were walking together through Kings Cross station on their way to platform nine and three quarters. You could hear the blonde a mile away.
"But Harry, I don't want to go back!" Draco was nagging on and on about Hogwarts until Harry could not take it anymore.
"Oh, STOP WHINING! You don't have anything to worry about; in this realm you're still the same person as back home, you just don't like me here. I, on the other hand, am a bloody Griffindor here and here mudbloods think I am their saviour and to top it all of, Dumbledore is still alive and I can't kill him yet. I have to go to his office to ask if I can be resorted without killing him, man that will be though. If you want to be me, I'll trade in a blink."
"Harry, love, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." Draco grabbed his husband around the waist and pulled him in a deep passionate kiss. But after a few seconds they were interrupted.
"Draco! What the hell are you doing with Potter! Our lord will not be pleased, not at all, he'll have your neck along with his!" A porky faced blonde girl was standing in front of the couple. She was glaring at Harry.
"Again Draco, do you know a Potter. Damn if you are Death eaters you should at least come to the meetings. If you had come yesterday Pansy you would have knows that we are married and that I am the son of Voldemort." He didn't say it loudly, in case other people overheard them.
She fell immediately on her knees and kissed the hem of his robe. She muttered, "I'm sorry, my lord, I will never question your actions again, please don't report me to your father."
"That's okay Pansy, you are forgiven for now, just don't cross me again. And bloody hell rise, your attracting attention." A lot of people were staring at the odd interaction between the girl and the black-haired man.
*
After cutting through a lot of people at the train, they finally got into an empty compartment, unnoticed. Harry sat next to his husband; he rested his back into Draco's chest. Draco had wrapped his arms around the other man and he had laid his chin unto Harry's head. They both felt like they needed some one on one time.
But the thought was cut short when they heard two voices.
"Hermione, I'm sure Harry's fine, maybe he was drunk at the time or something. I'm sure it was nothing. Come on, let's go find him." another voice was heard. "Maybe your right, but Ron, that still doesn't explain why he doesn't have his scar anymore."
After a few seconds their compartment door slid open. There again stood the same people as in Diagon Alley. They were staring open-mouthed at the entire scene in front of their eyes.
"Weasel, Granger. Get out before I curse you out, and be assured that I would be delighted to do so." It was Harry who said this. Both Ron and Hermione were frightened; they never knew Harry could take on such a tone. Not even Snape scared them so much. So they left with their tale between their legs and the couple was left alone for the rest of the journey.
*
By the time the train arrived at Hogsmeade station the whole house of Slytherin knew about Harry and Draco and that Harry was the son of Voldemort. Pansy was rather quick at spreading the word. But the word was kept in their own house and did not spread any further.
So the couple stepped into one of the carriages along with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise Zabini. The entire way, all they did was grovel at Harry's feet, asking him not to torture him. They promised to be his loyal servants until death.
After spending 15 minutes in the carriage with them, both Harry and Draco felt the strong urge to kill themselves with their own neckties. Luckily, they had arrived at the entry hall.
Harry and Draco along with a group of Slytherins were walking through the hall. The couple walked with a regal air around them. The other students seemed to be stunned as they saw their own Saviour, the boy-who-lived, walking with his presumed rivals.
Right before the group reached the Great Hall, they stopped. Harry embraced Draco in a tight embrace. A kissed him thoroughly. When they broke their embrace. Harry could not help but raise an eyebrow.
"Love, what was that for? Not that I minded it."
"Draco, you do realise that here I am supposed to be a Griffindor. I just kissed you, one last pleasure before I go into the pit of hell." He snickered and grabbed the hand of the blonde. When they entered the Great Hall, all heads turned towards them and loud whispers were heard. They parted ways and Harry walked towards the most dreadful table in the place.
*
The meal was quick, Harry left as soon as he could. He also kept his distance from the Griffindors during the feast. But the gesture seemed to be mutual.
He quickly walked to the Headmasters office. He just spoke 'Monere Verbum secretum' (a/n Latin a bit rusty, but it should say, reveal secret password). He quickly muttered the password and walked up the stairs to the door. He knocked.
"Enter"
Harry opened the door.
"Ah, my dear boy, what can I do for you today?" Dumbledore stood in front of him; none of the twinkling in his eyes was missing. Harry had to restrain himself from hurting the bastard.
"I want to be resorted." Dumbledore suddenly seemed to loose his twinkling. He looked him with coldness.
"This is not against the rules, now do it." Dumbledore was taken aback, but did as he was told. He took the hat of its stool and placed it on Harry's head. It mearly touched one of his black hairs and already shouted.
"SLYTHERIN!"
-------------------- a/n thanks again for the reviews. I'm trying to update every two days. So I hope you liked this chapter.
Dark Wings: Chapter 3
Last time on Dark wings
*
"You and Draco never became friends, you hated each other. In the first year, you tried to save the Philosophers stone from falling into my hands, people then said that I tried once again to kill you, but I offered you a chance to join me, but you refused. In the next years, people often blamed me for everything when something happened to you. But you are my son and I would not kill you. Although lately I would have loved to hurt you, it was just becoming too much for me and I saw that you never would join me. You would be going to your 7th year at Hogwarts in 1 week from now. I wouldn't ask you, but I was wondering if you could go for me. I want to bring the old man down too in this world. Will you and Draco help me in this?"
"Of course we will father, you don't think that I will allow Dumbledore to live once again do you?"
*
A blonde-haired man and a black-haired one were walking together through Kings Cross station on their way to platform nine and three quarters. You could hear the blonde a mile away.
"But Harry, I don't want to go back!" Draco was nagging on and on about Hogwarts until Harry could not take it anymore.
"Oh, STOP WHINING! You don't have anything to worry about; in this realm you're still the same person as back home, you just don't like me here. I, on the other hand, am a bloody Griffindor here and here mudbloods think I am their saviour and to top it all of, Dumbledore is still alive and I can't kill him yet. I have to go to his office to ask if I can be resorted without killing him, man that will be though. If you want to be me, I'll trade in a blink."
"Harry, love, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." Draco grabbed his husband around the waist and pulled him in a deep passionate kiss. But after a few seconds they were interrupted.
"Draco! What the hell are you doing with Potter! Our lord will not be pleased, not at all, he'll have your neck along with his!" A porky faced blonde girl was standing in front of the couple. She was glaring at Harry.
"Again Draco, do you know a Potter. Damn if you are Death eaters you should at least come to the meetings. If you had come yesterday Pansy you would have knows that we are married and that I am the son of Voldemort." He didn't say it loudly, in case other people overheard them.
She fell immediately on her knees and kissed the hem of his robe. She muttered, "I'm sorry, my lord, I will never question your actions again, please don't report me to your father."
"That's okay Pansy, you are forgiven for now, just don't cross me again. And bloody hell rise, your attracting attention." A lot of people were staring at the odd interaction between the girl and the black-haired man.
*
After cutting through a lot of people at the train, they finally got into an empty compartment, unnoticed. Harry sat next to his husband; he rested his back into Draco's chest. Draco had wrapped his arms around the other man and he had laid his chin unto Harry's head. They both felt like they needed some one on one time.
But the thought was cut short when they heard two voices.
"Hermione, I'm sure Harry's fine, maybe he was drunk at the time or something. I'm sure it was nothing. Come on, let's go find him." another voice was heard. "Maybe your right, but Ron, that still doesn't explain why he doesn't have his scar anymore."
After a few seconds their compartment door slid open. There again stood the same people as in Diagon Alley. They were staring open-mouthed at the entire scene in front of their eyes.
"Weasel, Granger. Get out before I curse you out, and be assured that I would be delighted to do so." It was Harry who said this. Both Ron and Hermione were frightened; they never knew Harry could take on such a tone. Not even Snape scared them so much. So they left with their tale between their legs and the couple was left alone for the rest of the journey.
*
By the time the train arrived at Hogsmeade station the whole house of Slytherin knew about Harry and Draco and that Harry was the son of Voldemort. Pansy was rather quick at spreading the word. But the word was kept in their own house and did not spread any further.
So the couple stepped into one of the carriages along with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise Zabini. The entire way, all they did was grovel at Harry's feet, asking him not to torture him. They promised to be his loyal servants until death.
After spending 15 minutes in the carriage with them, both Harry and Draco felt the strong urge to kill themselves with their own neckties. Luckily, they had arrived at the entry hall.
Harry and Draco along with a group of Slytherins were walking through the hall. The couple walked with a regal air around them. The other students seemed to be stunned as they saw their own Saviour, the boy-who-lived, walking with his presumed rivals.
Right before the group reached the Great Hall, they stopped. Harry embraced Draco in a tight embrace. A kissed him thoroughly. When they broke their embrace. Harry could not help but raise an eyebrow.
"Love, what was that for? Not that I minded it."
"Draco, you do realise that here I am supposed to be a Griffindor. I just kissed you, one last pleasure before I go into the pit of hell." He snickered and grabbed the hand of the blonde. When they entered the Great Hall, all heads turned towards them and loud whispers were heard. They parted ways and Harry walked towards the most dreadful table in the place.
*
The meal was quick, Harry left as soon as he could. He also kept his distance from the Griffindors during the feast. But the gesture seemed to be mutual.
He quickly walked to the Headmasters office. He just spoke 'Monere Verbum secretum' (a/n Latin a bit rusty, but it should say, reveal secret password). He quickly muttered the password and walked up the stairs to the door. He knocked.
"Enter"
Harry opened the door.
"Ah, my dear boy, what can I do for you today?" Dumbledore stood in front of him; none of the twinkling in his eyes was missing. Harry had to restrain himself from hurting the bastard.
"I want to be resorted." Dumbledore suddenly seemed to loose his twinkling. He looked him with coldness.
"This is not against the rules, now do it." Dumbledore was taken aback, but did as he was told. He took the hat of its stool and placed it on Harry's head. It mearly touched one of his black hairs and already shouted.
"SLYTHERIN!"
-------------------- a/n thanks again for the reviews. I'm trying to update every two days. So I hope you liked this chapter.