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Okay: I am editing earlier chapters and combining them to make them longer. This means the # of chapters may go down. Do not be alarmed. This is the updated chapter. I deleted the original 2nd chapter and combined it with Chapter 1.

Chapter 31:

"I hope they're okay," Lily watched the scenes flash by in the ice.

"They are," Helene walked to the mountain side and pressed her palm against it, feeling the cold slip into her very being.

"How do you know?" Lily asked nervously, felt intimidated so close to a woman like Helene.

"Look," Helene dragged a fingertip across the mountain surface and a scene appeared, the Notre Dam in France. Like a zoom on a camera it brought them to the top of the arch and they saw the two boys lying there, unconscious and next to each other.

"Oh my," Lily indicated to the white wings still sprouted from Draco's back.

"Yes, Malfoy's have an affinity to pretty white things," Helene smirked and downed the rest of her wine. She let go of the glass and it evaporated. "Especially Draco, all his life he's been a pretty-boy," she said, letting the scene go as she removed her hand.

James felt a sadness at losing sight of his son. "I wish we could have seen him grow-up," he said.

"Who? Draco?"

"No, Harry," James gave a little laugh.

"You didn't? Don't you have a viewing mirror? Or is that more of a Malfoy thing?" she tapped a finger to her chin and waved her hand, making another glass of wine appear.

"No, we don't err didn't," James got tense confused and shut his mouth to look at a riveting piece of grass.

Helene just nodded.

:On the top of Notre Dam:

"Wha?" Harry sat up, clutching his head where it felt like he'd smacked it against a wall.

"Harry?" Draco was sitting up, his knees bent and a hand splayed out behind him to hold him up.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" Draco asked. He glanced down at himself and saw he was dressed in the black clothing he was wearing that night a week ago when the tower had collapsed. But he was covered in dust and the clothes were torn and burnt, sleeves shredded with tears down the legs of his pants.

"Splitting headache," Harry admitted. He righted himself and felt his eyes widen as he looked across the French skyline, "D-draco?"

"Yes?" the blonde began to stand.

"We're in France," he pointed out to where the Eiffel Tower stood in the distance. Harry hadn't noticed he was wearing a destroyed version of the outfit he had on when the tower collapsed but he did as he spotted his own arm, pointing to the city.

Draco looked a little stunned, "Paris? How…lucky?"

"What?" Harry gave him a look like he though he was crazy.

"We could have landed in Bangladesh, I don't speak any Arabic languages Harry, and then where would we be?"

"Bangladesh?"

Draco playfully shoved Harry. He noted then that two, perfect white wings were coming from between his Match's shoulder blades. Harry gaped at them and pointed. Draco turned his head over his shoulder and saw them, his jaw dropped as he moved them.

"Bollocks."

:Back to just before they went through the Gateway:

Harry looked at Draco through the corner of his eyes and, with great nervousness, stuck his foot through the shimmering barrier before him. He felt an incredibly strong wind pulling at his foot as though the Gateway itself was flying a thousand miles a second over the world to catch the spirits of the dead. He winced but started to step through, leaning into the portal. Draco held back for a millisecond and then lifted himself up and jumped through, yanking the rest of Harry along with him.

Harry flew forward and saw the earth rotating slowly through space below him. It was a second of perfect peace, watching a cloud spotted planet seemingly sit still for them, standing in space on a meteorite, a thorn covered Gateway at their back. They paused for a second before hurtling down, gaining speed as they plummeted. Draco was smirking at him and Harry braced himself for impact with the fast approaching ground.

"Relax, it'll hurt less," Draco whispered and the words somehow reached him.

"Yeah," Harry replied sarcastically, "like you've done this before," his "before" turned into a scream as the top of the Notre Dam smacked him in the face.

: Into the jet stream of occurrences :

"How the fuck are we going to get back?" Harry asked, his eyes searching the sky line for the umpteenth time. They been sitting there for nearly thirty minutes, trying to settle on a plan of action.

"We'll have to floo back to Hogsmeade and if I know anything it's that there will be some sort of media covering the school. We did collapse a tower you know," Draco said in an all-knowing voice.

"Okay, let's get to a floo port," Harry stood and moved to step off.

"We don't have any money, Harry," Draco stopped him.

"Why does that matter?"

"Floo powder is expensive to import so they charge for its use here in France," Draco explained.

"What!" Harry felt his heart sink, they had no money at all.

"I might be able to convince the keep at Poplemousse to let us through and bill it to me at Hogwarts, but it's been a few months since I've seen or spoken to him. He could be less friendly since then," Draco warned.

"Ok, where is this place?"

"Over there, in the 13th square. How will we get over there though?" Draco asked.

"Maybe we can apperate there," Harry suggested, "using our Match-ness that is."

Draco gave him an odd look but consented. He took any opportunity to kiss that black haired boy.

Draco snaked his arms around Harry's shoulder and into the boy's wild black hair. He pressed their lips together and smiled into the kiss when he felt Harry's hand on his hips, pressing them together. A surge of magic sped through them and then a feeling of extreme weightlessness. Draco pried an eye open and saw they had managed to end up above Hogwarts itself. He quickly closed his eyes and kissed Harry harder. But too late, Harry had opened his eyes as well, he pulled away and let out a scared noise as they dropped suddenly. Draco opened his wings just before he hit the roof and glided down the side, inches above it.

Harry landed hard and started to roll off, not hurt but a little shocked. Draco snatched him by the wrists as he neared the edge, hauling him up into the air.

"You need to work on your landings Mr. Potter," Draco said, bringing them closer to the ground.

"You need to shut the hell up Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, he gave Draco a look like an angry parent and then found himself flat on the ground from where Draco had dropped him six feet up. "Hey, that's unfair."

"No, it's not," Draco smirked from his place, the ring on his finger glinting in the sunlight. "Even if it is, you'll just have to deal with it."

They were around the back side of the castle, facing the Forbidden Forest with the sun setting out behind them. Harry noted the long shadows cast by the trees and decided it was definitely time to go in.

Harry stood up and brushed himself off instead of replying. He held out his right hand and Draco took it with his left, their rings touching and send a spark through them. Harry liked that feeling.

"It's time for dinner, let's go in and see what everyone says," Harry said.

Draco stopped him, pointing at their shredded and burnt clothing. He saw the remnants of what they'd been wearing the night they "died." Harry nodded. "We'll change in our dorms first."

"I don't think we should go around front, with media lurking nearby it could be dangerous," Draco stopped him. He spotted a window up ahead of them that was able to open and looked safe and easy to get through. "Let's sneak in there," he went over and reached up, his long fingers grasping the edge. Harry watched his Match lift himself up and jimmy open the window and slid in. Draco, being a bit smaller than Harry, opened the window farther and assisted the black-haired boy climb through. Draco shook himself clear of dust he'd collected while sliding in, his wings rustling as well.

Harry went to the door and peaked through. The hall was clear.

"Okay, you go to Slytherin, I'll go to Gryffindor, meet back by the front doors in twenty?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Draco nodded, trying to think up a charm to let his wings through his clothes without tearing anything.

Harry pressed his lips against Draco's in a good-bye kiss. "I love you."

Draco smiled at him, "Love you too."

Not ten minutes later they were standing in new school robes before the closed doors of the Great Hall.

"So…" Draco looked at the door nervously.

"This is it," Harry said. He steeled himself, reached out and shoved the doors open.

The hall was talking but in a moment they fell silent, staring at the two people in the door. Blaise nearly died where he sat at Slytherin table, he had just known that Draco was alive. Dumbledore hadn't believed him, no one had, but he was right. He was fucking right. There he was, Draco Malfoy, arms, legs, head, torso, wings and all.

Wait.

Wings?

Blaise's eyes focused directly on the two extra appendages. Where did they come from?

The Italian didn't even wonder where they had been or what had happened or any of that.

Harry was standing there, racking his brain for something witty or cool to say, everyone was staring at him, the dead-kid-came-back-to-life. The boy-who-refused-to-die. Beside him, Draco beat him to it.

"What are we having for dinner?" the blonde asked, quirking an eyebrow and moving to go to Slytherin table.

"Misters Malfoy and Potter, explain yourselves," Dumbledore stood up and in his haste knocked over his goblet.

"Honestly Professor, so rude. I'm hungry, been dead for a week you know, let me eat," Draco smirked at the old man and began to walk to his table. Harry just shrugged it off with a smile and went to Gryffindor. Ron was sitting there, eyes wide, nearly crying.

As he got closer Ron jumped up and hugged his best friend.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Ron nearly kissed him, ecstatic about the new development. And the party tomorrow! It would be incredible! Harry hugged him back, glad as ever that he and Ron had remained friends.

At Slytherin, Pansy was shedding tears willy-nilly (gawd I love that phrase) and stumbled over herself to hug Draco.

"You bastard, you fucking bastard, why'd you go away?" she cried into his shoulder, crushing him in her embrace.

Draco smiled at her, "Pansy, love, I'll explain it all, but let me eat?" he kissed her cheek and seated himself between her and Blaise as he stretched his wings and then loaded up his plate.

Snape was sitting still, staring blankly at his godson. Was this boy, who'd matured so much since July still his same godson?

The boy he'd seen grow up in the cold halls of the Wiltshire manor?

:Eleven years ago in the Malfoy Manor:

"Uncle?" a tiny voice found him in the bleakness of the lower hallways.

"Draco?" he called back, keeping the worry from his voice.

The heir wasn't supposed to stray into the lower halls, but the elves had last seen him going this direction. Draco, tiny built for a child of five, was adventurous and even a little odd. He had no friends, only the Nightmare's colts in the herd that the family owned. Now they were getting too big and he had to find small friends to play with again.

Snape fretted constantly over the boy, Lucius barely even remembered his name, Narcissa could care less, her love of wine too great. Snape raised his wand and saw the white haired boy sitting against the wall, smiling at the snake in his hand. It was small, a common garden snake in appearance, and had wrapped itself loosely around his thin hand.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes uncle, just playing with Hissi, my new friend," he turned and looked at his godfather with such innocence and honesty it was astonishing. Even at five, he was a wounded little boy.

He'd heard his father verbally abusing his drunkard mother. He'd seen her throwing glass-wear and vases against walls. He was scared of them, his parents, dead scared. Draco stayed away from meals, wandering into lost parts of the castle to escape the frightening encounters with his parents. That was why he was so small, lack of eating. He'd become accustomed to not doing so and his mother always acknowledged him now when she saw him. Though, it was only to sneer at how small he was. Lucius was the same way.

"Come, would you like me to take you for supper in Diagon Alley?" Snape reached out for him.

"Oh yes, Uncle. That would be most delightful," the boy nearly sprang up, but he was careful to let down the snake and watch it disappear into the shadows. "Will my parents be there?"

"No, just you and I," Snape assured him. "You can tell me everything you've been doing. If you like, you can tell me in Russian, so I can see how good you're getting."

Draco had a love of languages and Russian was his third already. The Malfoy grinned and held out his hand, so he could be led back to the light.

:End of flashback:

Snape hadn't known then that his godson would starve himself simply so that his parents would look at him. He didn't know the boy would disappear for three weeks when he was nine, into the dungeons of the manor without his parents knowing. If he had, he would have tried to help him.

But, it was far too late now. He was a Match with the Boy-who-lived. He had been killed. He had been resurrected. He had wings.

Draco wasn't a child anymore.

Snape could barely see through the tears he wanted to cry. That child he had once known was destroyed in a cruelly prolonged way.

Hey, I edited and re-uploaded Chapter 1, hope you like it this time. I changed things, got some reviews that pointed things out. I'm going to be going through the whole story and doing this (editing and combining chapters) so, in the next few weeks the story is going to start looking different but no worries, same old story…revamped a little.

By the way, I had a great time on vacation, it was super cool and awesome. Sorry I couldn't update while in Oregon. But! If you review this or Chapter 32 (which I've also added) I'll give you a limited edition holographic trading card of Harry and Draco making out that is all-new because they are without shirts! YAY!

PLUS: I own HBP, since earlier today, but I've not read it (I'm not allowed to until I finish a summer reading book (dies)) So, I'm keeping them in 6th year and no matter what happens (I've read spoilers, so I know but I won't share) I'm not changing my story. So you know!

Thanks a butt-load.

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