A/n: thanks to my great reviewers: revelyn and gallandro-83. You people have inspired me too write sum more…. (Well today that is, I don't plan abandoning any of my 2nd generation fics (Black sun rises trilogy, Hermione heiress of the Vampyre throne, this one, Larry Rotter (Not so sure) and crazy activity week (Same again) )

Also I doubt all this fic will be from the perspective im doing it from. This however will continue until more characters come into play. Oh and Silver (Draco) isn't under Harry's protection; he's more of a… companion and in some cases a friend. The bond they have developed is shown in the way a simple glance between the two creatures (Veelas are NOT immortal just have VERY long lives. Wizards also live longer than muggles due to magical enhancement in the blood as well as less physical tasks)

Oh and btw: I have no real solid plans for this or any of my fics. I just write the randomness that the ebil plot bunnies put into the insanity that is my brain.

Chapter 3: Of Fireflies, a fortress and a forest

I watch as Silver slowly walks ahead of me, the winding dirt path alit with fireflies. We had been trekking through the forest for at least an hour and the sun had long since set. Silver stopped and contemplated something before turning to me. I approached him slowly and followed his gaze. My face contorted into a strange emotionless mask as I stared off into the distance and saw, just above the treetops, the spire of one of the many tall towers of Hogwarts.

I turned back to silver,

"We camp here tonight."

Silver nodded before walking slowly over to a large crater that had obviously once held the roots of some kind of giant tree.

Sighing softly I followed him into the pit.

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It was morning. My flight had left me drained and in need of sleep. Two nights in a row, my maximum was three. I glanced around me and found Silver crouching a few feet away a stick in his hand. Intrigued, I slowly crept up behind him and peered over Silver's shoulder. The images he scrapped into the earth were a thing that always had troubled me. Silver was an artist. No one had ever doubted that. But since it had happened his pictures had started to deteriorate, each one evermore darker than the next. I placed my hand on his shoulder; the Veela however did not flinch, as he was probably already aware of my presence.

I gestured to one of the pathways and he nodded before getting to his feet and following me into the deep underbrush.

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A/n: abit short again but I swear it is only due to the fact I only have 7 mins…….. Anyways no I need to update the other stories so toddles. Oh and more action in the next chapter

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