Harry heard the bell ring, next was History of Magic. He gathered his things and left.
In class he rolled over the facts that he was related to an evil witch. Ravena? He saw Draco smile cutely at him as he passed by, headed for the back of the room. Harry noticed another fashion magazine in his hand.
"Class," Binns motioned for them all to be seated and quiet down. "We have a bit of a different class today."
There was an odd silence, for no one knew how to react to such a thing.
"Everyone, we're going to be looking at two very interesting artifacts from the third century. Come up," There was a big glass case on his desk and inside Harry saw a pair of necklaces. They were made of silver, on thin chains, the pendants were silver set as a sun and a moon with a canary diamond in the centre of the sun and a pure diamond in the centre of the moon.
"These tie into the magic relics we've been learning about. They were cast by an ancient jeweler Marcus Crucis for his wife and himself. They are infused with the history of the couple and all those who wore them there after. If you and your loved one wear them you can see the lives of all the others who owned them. They tie your magic and your loved one's into everyone else's. This is an example of history in objects."
Harry examined the pieced a moment longer then found his way back to his seat. He noted Malfoy hadn't moved an inch since he'd seated himself at the start of class. Harry shot the veela a look that said "I know you didn't move and I don't condone this laziness." Draco sent one back saying "I don't care because I'm pretty, la-di-da."
That day they were going to meet in the library and talk. Harry mostly wanted to sort out what was going on with the Veela/mate situation and then Harry wanted to address the prophecy and the Pietro and Mikal correlation. Very complex this business of being a mate. He also had tutoring with Draco that night in the Slytherin Common Room and Combat Class was happening again that afternoon. The day was chock full of precious blonde Veela.
"Now, onto the exact procedure of creating such history infused pieces," Binns immediately picked up a huge tome and began reading from somewhere in the middle, sending the class to sleep in a minute.
Harry was preparing to sleep when a wad of paper smacked his head and landed on the desk in front of him. He uncrinkled it and read.
Harold (I'm laughing at you for having that name) James Potter (the Boy-Who-Lived-to-be-a-Snuggle-Muffin)
The Third Desk back in the left row
History of Magic Room
I'll have you know that simply because I put Snuggle-Muffin in the address it doesn't give you the authority to be one.
In any case, the reason of my note is that I'm damn bored and you have a way of amusing me. I found this letter in the magazine I was reading and I thought you'd be amused by it.
If you don't write back I'll actually turn you into a muffin and you'll be our Transfiguration project.
-Draconis Julius Malfoy the II (Famous Model and heir)
The Fourth Desk in the Left Row
Boring History of Magic Room
The letter was from one of those "tell your most embarrassing moment" columns. Harry read it.
-My best friend Janet and I were fifth years when we discovered we had crushes on two boys who were best friends. We did everything we could to get them to notice us but nothing worked. They were too wrapped up in Quidditch scores and games and things. So Janet and I decided to try out for our team. I woke up late and didn't have time to worry about what I was wearing so I just threw on my school robes and left. We showed up on trial day and got into they air when I realized I hadn't worn anything under my robes! Beneath us everyone was pointed and staring at my bare bum! Let's say the boys noticed us, or me at least.
-Bumtastic
Draco had written on the article in his green ink: Nicole Revampe and Georgia Greenspan, they were looking for Flint and Beechman's attention a year ago. Georgia doesn't know it but we saw a lot more than her bum (girl needs to wear some knickers).
Harry snorted and took out a sheet of parchment to write back.
Draco was absorbed in reviewing a spread by fellow model Jack Rabbit (in which he was quite naked in every photo) when a parchment airplane smacked him in the forehead.
Draconis Julius Malfoy (we don't have to address these you prat)
The Fourth Desk in the Left Row (which ought to explode in a few moments)
History of Magic Room (the subject is boring, the room is dusty (just to clarify))
I can't believe you know those two girls, that must have been really embarrassing for them. Maybe if you tell her you saw her…special love nest she'll be too embarrassed to attempt to rape you like every other girl in school has taken to doing.
Why are you bored? No cute boys to look at?
And! I'll have you know that I can be a Snuggle-Muffin if I want to. You're not my surrogate parent and you can't tell me what to do! Do you think Professor McGonaggle would accept that as our project? Human to Food…is there a spell for that?
-Harold (don't make fun) James Potter (the-Snuggle-Muffin-of-love)
Third Desk in the Left Row
History of Magic Room
Draco smiled at the note and then glanced at the back of Harry's head and was inspired for a response. It ended up caught between the bridge of Harry's nose and his glasses.
Snuggle-Muffin of Love,
There is in fact a spell for that: Transius Potable. Say this and double flick your wrist (and of course specify which food the transformation is into) and you've got an…anything. I don't think it's a good idea to use if you actually plan on eating them.
I'll have you know the only cute boy to look at is facing the front of the room so I can't stare at his face without being disturbingly obvious.
I don't think telling Georgia I've seen her "love nest" as you so romantically called it will deter her from trying to shag me. You've met women, they die for blondes.
Draco
Harry and Draco continued exchanging letters through the class period without anyone so much as glancing twice. To be fair most people were asleep and could not have glanced twice had they attempted to.
"I don't want your shoe!" Blaise jolted awake during the class and screamed this. The entire class was awakened and turned sharply to look at him. He breathed deeply a few times and gave them a humiliated grin.
"Dreaming about the Whyatt Party?" Draco asked in near silence as the class slowly drifted off again.
"Yes," he nodded, "that guy really wanted to give me his shoe."
"He thought you'd like it," Draco shrugged. The guy was insane, that was for sure.
"Hello?" Harry poked his head around a book case in the library and looked for the blonde. He had been searching for nie on ten minutes and hadn't yet found him.
"Boo," Draco poked him in the back.
Harry jumped a foot or seven in the air and whirled around to come face to face with the pretty blonde. "Don't ever do that to me again."
"It was so fun though," he answered calmly.
"I hate you," Draco smirked and stood on his tip-toes to brush his lips to Harry's for a second and then he pulled away, "we have work to do and there's something we have to talk about."
Draco raised his eyebrows with interest and led Harry to his usual black wood table in the back by the dusty old historical texts. Harry put his bag down and drew out a book he'd got from Hermione about Lord Sinestro, Pietro and Mikal and their prophecy.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Draco asked and he pulled out a scroll of parchment and a quill and some dark ink.
"Hermione did some research and as it turns out the prophecy was used a long time ago, in 1453. There were two young men involved, Pietro and Mikal."
"Mikal Sinestro?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"He was a distant relative of my ancestors living at the time," Draco looked a little concerned, "what about him," Draco paused, "and his husband Pietro?"
"Pietro was an Auror General in the war against Lord Sinestro," Harry said, "he had a white lightning bolt on his back. Mikal was Sinestro's son, you knew that, but he had the epithet Prince of Darkness. But Sinestro's followers were called," Harry paused to try and figure the pronunciation.
"Adevo Funesto," Draco supplied, "roughly the Consumers of Death."
"Yeah," Harry nodded.
"The prophecy was theirs then," Draco said.
"Yeah," Harry confirmed again, "it was told by Ficere Trewal, Professor Tains' ancestor. Hermione and I think Tains retold this prophecy and it's being applied to us."
"But I'm not the Dark Lords son," Draco pointed out.
"But your father is one of his best men," Harry answered.
"The book says that they didn't know about the prophecy when Mikal was convinced to betray his father and help lead the attack that destroyed Sinestro."
"So you're going to convince me to betray my father and help the good guys get to the Dark Lord and give him what he deserves?"
"I expect that's what's going to happen," Harry nodded.
Draco pondered for a moment. In his youth he was fond of his father but not now, not since Narcissa, whom he'd always had a soft spot for, had told him about Abriel and what Lucius had done to her. Draco considered, he'd never know Abriel but death had been in a fight against the Dark Lord and he wanted to honor her. His own sense of pride and Gryffindor-esque loyalty drew him to the Light side.
"Will you help us?" Harry asked.
Draco looked directly into his eyes, his mind worked to sort out the pros and cons of changing sides. Pros: he'd honor his mum, his career wouldn't suffer via hideous tattoo, Harry would be there, the fairy-tale would profit from seeing a bad guy switch sides, Harry would be there, this prophecy would be fulfilled and he might just survive. Oh, and Harry would be there.
"Okay, I'll help you."
His fate was shifted.
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