Title: White Reflection
By: Shinigami Liliz Black
Summary: It's another hot thrilling day for new agent Potter to start a mission, but having a Malfoy as a partner can be, sometimes, irresistible. AU! Slash! HarryxDraco
Rating PG-13
Status: BETAED
Notes: Title comes from song 'White Reflection' from 'Two Mix' No, I don't know about guns and police or agent business so don't flame me. And since I don't know or had been on England I'll not be naming street. Shannon's pub is a made up place. Cars had been picked up by pictures, first father has an old Cadillac, I love BMW and my bf told me to try for a Mercedez and an Infiniti. I luv Abraxs's character because she always does funny things that make her father glared at her. I think part of this fic was inspired by FAKE From Sanami Matoh.
I feel your love reflection
Passionately uniting our dreams into one,
In our youth, we seek each other out,
Without being afraid of our own faults!
I feel your love reflection
In your eyes as they gaze back into mine
Writing a distant, never-ending story
White Reflection
By Shinigami Liliz Black
Chapter One
The sun was shining hotly over the packed streets of London when a black BMW 745Li turned around the corner at full speed, screeching its wheels at the process. The people around turned and backed away startled as the car slide around for a bit before picking up speed and continue zigzagging between the common European cars making them halt at the process, banging their horns loudly.
From behind, a black Lexus LS 400 running full speed came, also screeching its wheels in the process, following the zigzagging BMW. Neither of the passengers inside both cars could be seen because of the dark solar tints in the windows.
However inside the BMW lied a young man by the age of seventeen, who was driving the car, gripping and turning the steering wheel frantically. His jet black messy hair fell causally on his forehead and curled up behind his neck, almost brushing his shoulders. His deep emerald eyes, behind round and beautiful glasses never stopped scanning the street ahead, dressed in a long sleeved white polo shirt, a red and gold tie, black trousers and shoes.
His tanned hands grasped the steering wheel firmly, showing his white knuckles. His eyes, for a split second, looked at the figure beside him before returning to the street ahead. "Are they still tailing us?"
The figure beside him turned to look at the back of the car and frowned, "Yea, they still haven't given up."
The young man found himself whining at the process while the figure on the passenger's seat, chuckled and shook the white long blonde hair, falling across 'his' face. 'His' eye was barely visible yet they were a deep silver cold color and 'his' face was fine, pale, almost feminine. "Zigzagging around the street won't help matters," the figure spoke in a soft female voice. "We need violence."
The woman opened the drawer of the car's dash board and pulled out a silver gun and refill. She loaded the empty gun and opened the window. "What are you think you're doing? ABRAXS!" the young man exclaimed as the young woman stuck her head out along the gun and threw the first shot to the Lexus behind.
Unfortunately, even if it was 20 feet away, the Lexus dodged the shot and the bullet scratched the right rear mirror. "Bugger," the young woman mumbled before she felt the other man pulling her inside.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" the black haired man roared, turning the steering wheel harshly, dodging a truck going at slow pace; They had entered the four-lane highway. "I am supposed to bring you back alive!"
Suddenly a large numerous of shots ran out hitting the back of the BMW's crystal making the two passengers cower down and almost losing control of the vehicle. "FUCK!"
"Is this is how you were planning to bring me back alive?" the woman named Abraxs hissed at his companion. "It is not a very good plan, is it?"
"It's not my fault they decided to tail us!" he barked back angrily, "Stop blaming me and call for back up!"
"Back up!" the woman mentioned startled, "I'm definitely not be calling for backup! I'm not going to let the agency know that a Potter and a Malfoy can't deal with such a simple mission."
"This is an emergency!" he hissed back glaring at the woman with heated emerald orbs. "Fuck the god damming plan! It's your safety I'm concerned for!"
Abraxs held the gun tightly on her right hand and punched the roof above. "Open the fucking sunroof!" Angrily, the young man slid the lid open and pushed the bottom near the rear mirror. The sun roof opened slowly and Abraxs kneeled over the armrest near the gearshift, thankfully she was wearing a pair of tight long jeans, and a green blouse and not a skirt or else she would had kick off the young man's face for, well, ogling. She pocked her head out and pulled the gun's trigger, aiming at the driver's place.
Once again the Lexus dodged the shot and Abraxs was forced to curse loudly. Then a man, with a black tuxedo and fine Romani sunglasses came out from the passenger's window holding a submachine gun and pointing it directly at them. Terrified, Abraxs hit the roof and shouted, "Turn left Harry!"
Harry did as he was told and abruptly turned left yet the shots smashed the window of the back. Abraxs yelped, ducking inside, slumping in to the sit hard and hitting the door with her back. Unfortunately the door flung open and Abraxs halfway, slipped out managing to hold onto the edge of the car's inside and the opened door. "HARRY!"
"ABRAX!" Harry exclaimed and with one hand grasped Abraxs forearm pulling her inside just before shot ran out beside the opened door. Abraxs closed the door abruptly, breathing heavily, her blonde hair tousled. "Imagine what Mr. Malfoy would have done to me if I brought you back with holes in your head, dead!" he said furiously, looking at the young woman.
"LOOK OUT!" Abraxs roared pointing ahead. Harry whipped his head alarmed and screamed.
Ahead an accident had occurred previously as two cars, who had seem to had lost control of it, slamming it against the highway's division while the other hit him from behind taking most of the highway's space. Harry hit the brakes dodging the two cars, terrified but since the car was moving at a high speed, he lost control of the steering wheel and send the car spinning. The cars coming beside halt abruptly but the BMW has lost his balance and send the car rolling into the air. Abraxs, terrified swung her hand forward and everything seemed to stop.
Harry stopped screaming in midair, holding the steering wheel hard and looked at his surrounding. He was sitting upside down, his belt still on noticing the car floating on midair. Beside him, Abraxs breathed heavily and pushed her door opened.
"We got to get out of here!" Abraxs exclaimed jumping off the roof of the car and into the highway, "What are you waiting for?"
Harry removed his belt making his body slump into the roof of the upside down car and kicked the door open before stepping out. As he did so his eyes widened. "What the fuck-!"
Every car on the four-lane highway stopped, even the two men outside their wrecked car stopped moving almost petrified, a terrified expression lingering on their faces as they stared at the floating BMW. Several feet behind lies the Lexus with the man holding the submachine froze on mid shout. He felt Abraxs taking hold of his hand. "Come on Harry! Let's go I'll explain you on the way!"
"What the fuck happened back there?" Harry asked as they managed to get as far away as possible.
"In a matter of minutes the effect will run off and everything will be back to normal," Abraxs said as the reached the beginning of another city.
"Everything stopped! It's like they froze or something!"
"Time stopped, Harry," Abraxs breathed out catching her breath, "I did it."
"What?" Harry asked shocked not understanding a thing. Abraxs sighed and continue to walk inside the city as Harry followed hastily, "What is going on!"
"Look, that," she said pointing to the place the come from, "is what Sir Voldemort is behind me."
Harry remained silent staring at her confusedly. "Look Voldemort was the son of a well know drug dealer and mean mafia guy called Tom Riddle. His mother was a witch-sorcerer, directly from the linage of the Wicked One."
"When he was borne, his father was killed by an agency called G.H and his mother was later captured by the civilians and killed burned at the stake. So that left him homeless and into the orphan; Of course being the son of a terrified mafia guy and a witch it was obvious he wouldn't be treated right and acquire his mother's unnatural abilities: magic."
"You're telling me that this 'sir' is in fact a wizard?" Harry asked stunned.
"Most likely, though Voldemort grew and build is own Mafia, the Death Eater as it is called to bring terrorism and death to the non- magical civilian and accept those with uncanny abilities of magic. They use a lot of black Magic to archive their ways but of course does not abandon the technology. The magic that currently resides in this world are limited and it isn't like fairy books. Some has only special uses; others evolve their magic a bit further but often are use for special and dangerous occasion; just like I did."
"Does your father know about it?"
"Of course he does! We're a pure family of Sorcerers and warlocks, I obtained the power to freeze time, Draco has the power to become invisible and disappear."
Harry ran his hand through his messy black hair and sighed, "How do you know all about this Voldemort guy?"
"Father used to work for him," Abraxs pointed out, walking down the street with the raven haired boy beside him, "He used to be one of his Death Eaters until Voldemort killed my mother. Father went off and decided to re-build the G. H agency Voldemort destroy."
"So the D.A agency is-"
"Yes, the agency that, sixteen years ago worked to solve cases when the cop weren't unable to, especially those involving drugs dealing and magic."
"But this must mean that people who work in it are-"
"Ever wonder why Father took you in so fast?" Abraxs asked grinning at him, "Yes, you just like many others inside possess unnatural talents in magic. That is why Voldemort hate us so much, we take people in, no matter if they learn magic by training and practicing, acquire by blood or reincarnation, we keep welcoming our kind, helping us protect the future of those non- magical civilian and few non-magical that learned magic for years. Voldemort hates them and are often referred to him as Mudblood or scum for the magical evolvement. Father says he want a clean world, with out Mudblood with anything that's not worth living around him."
"This is unbelievable!" Harry breathed out, rubbing his hand on his forehead. "Magic, of all things!"
"Don't be so thickhead," Abraxs commented, "Besides, as I told you not all people can perform every kind of magic. Most can only do its natural ability."
"But why, in all heavens, is Voldemort interested in your freezing stuff?" Harry asked.
"Not my powers, but the fact that I'm also part of his linage, Salazar Slytheri, and I'm a woman, Harry what else would a woman do well for him?"
Harry stopped walking as he said, "A child…"
"Exactly," she said, looking at him intently as they stopped walking, "he wants to continue his blood and how much better than taking a pure one."
"But this is still insane!" Harry exclaimed as he pick up speed, "Who would like to kill people for the mere fact they aren't magical. He might as well wipe off the entire world."
Abraxs sighed, placing a hand around his shoulder, "Look all we know is that he picks older people, unlike father who pick sixteen year old teenager to train them and continue to fight against this threats if we keep on like this, we might be able to stop him."
"You people had taken almost sixteen years or more trying to get rid off him and you still haven't, do you honestly think-"
Abraxs just rolled her eyes as Harry continue to complain down the street…
His cold silver eyes stare at the screen on his desk, leaning back on his chair, his elbow resting on the armrest, his hand joined. He was clad on the finest clothes from head to toe, with a black tuxedo imported Italy, and a silver satin tie. His long smooth blonde hair fell around his shoulders as his thumb finger caresses the faint trial of hair coming from his chin as the woman on the news boomed, "A violent accident had erupted this afternoon, a black BMW 745Li had lost control, sending the car spinning and into the air when it crashed dramatically on the highway. Fortunately, no passengers were found inside the vehicle. The Police reported that the same vehicle was identified early chased by another car-"
Sighing he turned off the screen and rest his head back into his office chair. A knocked on the door startle him and a young man with curly red hair, square glasses and freckled face came in bowing with a polo shirt, tie, fine black trousers and shoe. "Sir Malfoy," he said smoothly, "Mr. Harry J. Potter has reported in."
"Thank you Percy, let him in." The Percy guy bowed and opened the door widely as a squealing voice boomed, "DADDY!"
Abraxs ran inside the office along with a tired Harry as her father stood up and greet them. Sir Malfoy embraced his daughter into a long dear hug and has kissed the top of her head, "Abraxas my dear, I'm so glad you're alive!"
Abraxs looked at her father sourly, "Don't call me Abraxas, I hate it!" Sir Malfoy rolled his eyes and looked over Harry's direction. The young black haired man blushed and bowed.
"I brought her as you requested sir."
"You did well today Mr. Potter, I'm entirely grateful for bringing back my daughter."
Harry blushed deeply and murmured, "It was nothing sir, however I'm sorry for what happened to the car."
"You don't need to worry for that Mr. Potter I can replace that as soon as possible, what counts is that you're both safe now," Sir Malfoy said, removing his hair from his face, "However-"
"Oh don't worry daddy," Abraxs said from his father chair's as she stopped spinning around, "I explained him everything that there is to know."
Sir Malfoy looked back at his daughter and nodded, "Thank you Abraxas-"
"Abraxs!" hissed the young woman, but Sir Malfoy ignored her and turned to face Harry.
"I'm terribly sorry for not explaining you the real circumstance of this agency-"
"It's all right sir, I quite understand it," Harry said smiling weakly.
"Well then," Sir Malfoy started to say as he signed something on a paper over his desk. "Give this to Remus, he'll signed the report for you and the pay raise, you're dismissed."
Harry took the paper and gasped, "But sir!"
"You well earn it Harry."
Just then another young man came in. The figure stopped at Harry's presence and stared at him for a few second. His eyes, were as cold as Sir Malfoy along with his messy blonde hair, pallid skin in a fine silver polo, black trousers and boots. He was to say a carbon copy of Sir Malfoy; height almost 6'0.
"Harry…" he whispered locking gaze with the other black haired man. Both green and silver orbs were lost into each other until…
"DRACO!" Abraxs boomed sweetly throwing her arms around her twin brother's shoulder and hugging him hard. Draco scowled at his sister kissed his cheek.
"Get off!" he growled and handed down few papers to his father, "Remus sends you this."
"Ay yes, thank you Draco," Sir Malfoy said taking the paper, "Draco why don't you drive Harry home after he finish his report?" he added scanning the paper without noticing the stunned expression of both men ahead.
"I want to go too!" Abraxs exclaimed now throwing her arms around Harry.
"You will stay here," Sir Malfoy replied with a stern expression, looking up from the papers, "You brought us enough trouble."
Abraxs seems to pout as Harry tried to say, "Don't worry sir, I-"
"Draco will drive you home Harry, you're tired and you need a good rest before coming tomorrow."
Harry sighed and nodded, "Yes sir," and left the office.
Draco turned off the engine as the car stopped ahead of Harry's flat. Even if the young man was still as many could say, underage, Lucius Malfoy provided him with a legal home after Harry joined the D.A agency. The blonde man's agency take sixteen year old teenagers with magical qualities, trained them on their arts, such as gun shot test, and many other secret agent skill that were need to survived against crime. Harry turned seventeen just when he joined the D.A agency his godfather, Sirius Black, a retired agent, had referred him to.
The flat was small but nice and give the seventeen year old the enough space he needs to live. "Nice flat you got there," Draco whispered looking through the passenger's window.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled as he took off the belt, "and thanks for the ride Draco."
Harry swore he felt the other man shiver for a split second before he replied, not taking his eyes off Harry, "You're welcome Harry."
Harry smiled, opening the car's door and before he could step out Draco grasped his forearm. Draco opened his mouth and closed it with a snap before letting go of him and mumbling, "Be careful."
He nodded and closed the door, "Be careful you too," he replied taking his keys out and approaching his doorstep.
When the black haired man disappeared inside his flat, Draco Malfoy sighed dropping his head on the steering wheel, his blonde hair falling across his face. "I'm such an idiot; Harry is never going to like me."
End of Chapter One
Notes: heheh This was supposed to be one shot but damn I was on page 45 and still were near the end! I used to have problems writing long stories and now I have problems writing short one!