Title: A Self Insertion Story
Author: P.L.S.
Rating:PG or PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. But as you will learn, I often dream about owning him, body, mind, and soul.
Summery: A funny little collection of things I'd do to Harry and Draco if I were in their world/ had the blackmail material/ or the shear power.
Part Three: The Plan
Okay, I have to admit it. I planned this. Don't tell Draco.
Miss Sanguinaire, Mister Malfoy. A pleasure to see you two again. the producer from Paramount Pictures greeted us. Word has reached us that he has a movie that has a roll that was made for Harry, but can't find the lead. He also is a squib. I think he's the most fun guy to manipulate too. After all I created the script he's infactuated with.
Oh, you know I love to talk business with you, Arty. Now, what's going on? I declare with a smile that he thinks is beautiful, I don't know why. He works with supermodels, A-list actresses, and the starlets of the world, and he claims my smile makes his heart lighter. Insane blighter.
Oops, Draco's rubbing off on me.
I sent you the script last week. I just can't find a good actor for The Morning Star.' Harry suits the roll of Azreil, but Lucifer still escapes me. I'm hoping since you found Harry, you could find another like him, but opposite in many ways. Art Higgins smiled at us weakly and I hear Lucius sigh.
I read the script, and may have the one needed. He's not going to come cheap. Malfoy says with his evil undertones that make Art flinch.
Who is it? Another wizarding hero? he asks breathlessly.
My son.
Oh yeah, Draco's gonna get super mad about having to work with Harry, but he'll love being a star.
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The scene opens to a dark night sky, stars look like they are trying to hide, but there are no clouds, and a new moon. The picture pans down to a young man with long curly black hair in a toga-like costume and large dragon wings of rust and gold folded at his back. He's watching the stars from the wall of a crumbling castle wall. Sighing, he toys with the straps of his sandles and looks almost pure of heart. But there is blood on a sword that lays next to him.
A shadow flies over him and the flapping of wings attacts his attention to a pale young man clad in an outfit like his with a double ended pike in hand and an arrogant look plastered on his face. His wings are made of greys and black, and he makes no effort to bother looking like less of a demon.
Azreil. Why are you here? he asks of the darker winged one with a hint of consern. The dark one smiles sadly and a tear slips down his face.
I was a Singer in the Chorus. Do you know how it pains me? Syphinus has already gone insane, Lucifer. How am I still here? he asks of the light one who looks pained as well.
We had to. You saw as well as I did how they tainted it all, even he's no longer perfect. The dark one leaps to his feet and grabbed his sword in rage.
I know that! You don't think I couldn't see how everything was twisted as soon as those beasts were given divine gifts. I knew it was wrong, I knew that they were flawed in ways that were damning to all of us. A dark fire burned around him in his rage and his sword was now at the light one's throat. The pale one looked calm and sighed which caused the dark one to lower his sword and look away, I'm the only rebeling Singer who still has form, who still has any sanity left. I want to know why. the fire is gone and he looks tired and sad again.
You are the strongest of the singers, you're songs are stronger than any other. Singers, as with we Watchers, are not formed equally. I'm sure tasting of their imperfection helped too. Syphinus was a strong Singer, but he refused what you embraced. Do you recall why?He said they had nothing to offer us but their corruption. I agreed with you, that I couldn't judge until I understood them, felt the beast and divine as one. Was I in the right? Or did I survive because I'm already corrupted? The dark one watches the light one laugh and look at the stars.
We were all corrupt before this started. Nothing was perfect, nothing can be perfect. he says with amusement.
Then why are we fighting? the dark one asks angrily.
I don't know why you are fighting, but I fight for the truth. the light one says with a smile at the dark one who looks angry.
Morning Star, you really get under my skin at times. the dark one flares his wings out and frowns, I'm going to Listen. Don't follow me this time! he vanishes in a flap of his wings and the light one just watches with a smirk.
Fool, idealistic fool. he mutters as he goes and stands where Azreil was sitting, And yet I'd have you no other way. It's good you can't see what you are fighting for, my dark fallen one. We fell together, but you didn't need to. Azreil, are you going to find out about me, about my plans? footsteps and a silky voice ruins the calm night.
Ah, bemoaning your beloved Singer who Listens to the humans? asks a dragon-winged woman in a robe and long golden hair. Lucifer smiles and winks at her.
You know me, I love Music, and Azreil is the only one who loves me more than that infernal Lord. he spits that title as if it were a curse.
Angry about the way Syphinus betrayed you? she asks and he scowls.
I made him pay, and luckily Azreil is blind to what we do. He only sees the most chaotic of the battles, and can't see past what lies I feed him. If I do my work right, he'll sing a new song soon, and will never go back to there again. Lucifer says finishing with a smirk.
Ah, the Great Damner of the humans will corrupt a true Singer? How do you plan this treachary? He still has perfection in his heart, he still sings , Holy, holy, holy'. she asks with a smile, Lucifer answers with a smile of his own.
He's tasted the pleasures of the flesh, he studies the humans, lists their wrongs as well as his own. Just one last thing is required, he needs to watch me fall in battle to Michael. Lucifer has a flicker of uncertainty on his face but that is covered quickly. The woman looks disturbed as well.
she whispers and Lucifer nods.
Yes. Michael was once in his order, one of the seventeen, all of different talents, but all of equal powers. Kind of like humans have their families. Azreil has yet to see his brother, for lack of better term, in battle.He's ruthless, Lucifer, you might not make it out okay! she blustered looking torn between anger and greif. Lucifer laughed.
I was in their order as well, and I know how to fight. We were the highest of the orders, and now we are torn. But that matters only in reflections. Prith, I want you to Watch Azreil. I will call when my traps are laid. Lucifer says as he turns back to watch the stars.
with that Prith vanished and Lucifer smiled coldly.
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Draco! Look here! Harry! Please! A Minute of your time! Smile! Here! Draco! Harry! A comment!
I walked with Lucius's friend' Oberon Nott down the red carpet to our Rolles Royse, Harry was stag, but Draco had a girl on each arm. Just behind me Lucius and Narcissa walked looking very comfortable, like their son.
Cameras flashed and shouts rang out, the movie was going to be a hit. Draco and his twins got into a dark green and blue stretch Hummer and Harry got into a simple, classic, black stretch Mersedes. Now our car pulled up, Nott, the Malfoys and I got in and were finally safe from the photos and questions.
Well, Nott? I asked with a mischievious smile. He bet me a set of diamond earrings that he was going to hate sitting in a room full of muggles, watching their idea of entertainment. He scowled at me.
You win. It was good. he muttered and I beamed at him.
Thank you, I worked hard on it. I said and Lucius caught my comment.
You worked hard on it? he asked in a very cutting tone. Now, I see again why he was a good Death Eater.
I set Draco up to become an overnight star, and maybe to outshine Harry. Lucius looks flabbergasted as does Nott. Narcissa smiles at me and hands me a freshly poured flute of champaine, Thank you, Cissa.Not at all. I must thank you. Draco is happy, and if you made that happen celebrations and congradulations are in order. she said in her light nymph-like tone. Lucius frowned but eased back.
Yes, Cissa's correct. If you made this happen, by whatever means, then we owe you some thanks. Draco is happy, and bringing in as much reveinue as Harry ever did with motion pictures.I know. Harry's work on the soundtrack alone will boost that too, along with the ad offers that Draco's been getting. I think we'll keep Harry in the studio mostly, but if a good script comes we'll take it. Draco is in love with the cameras, so he'll take on more of the motion picture, promotional side of fame. I said with a smile. Nott looked at us as if we were the oddest things he had ever seen.
Yes, You may be correct there. Draco is much more at home on a stage than Harry ever was. Besides I don't see my son becoming a groundbreaking musician like Potter has. Nott, have you ever seen one of Potter's concerts?No, not recently. Nott says, looking uncomfortable. Lucius smiled.
You aren't missing anything important, but when you watch Potter sing, dance, and bind the audience, it is fasinating. I say with a smile, You don't think that we should bring Mr.Nott into our little world? I asked Lucius and Narcissa who smiled.
We will, if he wishes it. Lucius needs someone to help him manage Harry's assests on the magical side of things, and you need help manageing Draco. If he wishes he and I will be assistant managers for the two young men you love to manipulate into fame. Narcissa says with a serene smile and raises her flute to me, then drinks. I do the same.
Welcome to the team, can we say the same to you, Mr. Nott? I ask him. He laughs and nods.
Call me Oberon.
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