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Chapter 11There are things in this world that are simply not good to witness when you wake up and there are some that you mark as miracles for their exceptionality. And then there existed those moments in which you can't decide which is worse.
Severus opened his eyes to find himself lying on soft grass. All he could see was grass as far as he looked. He sat up slowly and wondered what had happened. The last thing he could recall was his… discovery about Potter.
He touched his lips with his finger as flashes of green eyes starring blurrily and in lust at him crossed his mind. His body tensed at the memory wanting the sensation of those moments back. He shuddered, he couldn't recall what it was, and it was as though a part of his memory had simply been erased. All he could associate to those eyes was… Potter
His expression darkened as he got up to his feet and the wind blew his hair into his face. Reaching with a hand up he moved it behind his ear. That stupid boy had given himself freely to Voldemort and deceived them all, throwing aside all their sacrifices. And yet he couldn't forget the hurt he had seen in those green eyes as the boy had reached out for him.
He blinked. Where was Potter? He spun around for any sign of the boy, but to no success.
"Potter!" he called out taking a step forward.
Suddenly the ground trembled underneath him and it cracked away around him. He moved back but there too the ground was vanishing into nothingness. His mind panicked and damned him for having let go of the boy's hand. Who knew where he was right now?
Then as sudden as the ground had crumbled around him, leaving him on a small island in the middle of nothing but clouds and sky, it stopped.
"You should be more careful."
Severus turned alarmed around to see a white hooded man with silver wings floating in the air before him. "Who are you?!" he asked narrowing his eyes. He hated it to be surprised; that had happened too often in the last time.
The man landed gracefully next to him on what little ground remained. His face remained hidden in the shadows of his hood. "Does it matter who I am? I believe you would rather want some answers to your other questions."
He quirked up an eyebrow at the stranger.
There was a soft and disturbingly familiar laugh. "I was talking about your students."
"Potter?"
The man nodded. "Yes, we can talk about him as well if you wish." He seemed to stare at the Potion Master. "Do you wish to speak about the child? Or are there other matters that are of more importance to you? What are your priorities?" The man crossed his arms and a strange tattoo in form of a dragons' eye became visibly on the back of his hand. "But you must only ask that of true importance because my time is running out and I do not know whether I will have the strength to speak to you again."
Severus examined the other man carefully with glances, but there wasn't much he could see beside the fact that he was tall and of pale skin as himself.
"Where am I?" he finally spoke his first question.
The man motioned with his hand around them. "All that you see is what little is left of my power. This is my sanctuary, my last remaining energy that rest within you."
"What?"
"Do not ask what is of no importance to you now, my time is short," the man said as he lowered his arms again.
"How can I ask if I don't know what you can tell me!" he snapped annoyed back.
The other seemed to find this amusing because he chuckled lightly. "Indeed, how can you…" the man extended his hand towards Severus. "Take it and I'll show you things that might answer some of what your are wondering about and then again it might cause you to question even more. That will be entirely up to you… and what you decide…"
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Severus found himself in the rooms where the Death Eater meetings of the Inner Circle where held. He looked around. Everyone was gathered and even his place was occupied.
The hooded man hovered next to him in the air. "I want you to see thing from another perspective. Moments you have already lived through and moment you haven't been even aware of…" He spoke in that disturbingly familiar voice Severus couldn't place.
"And why would that be of any importance to me?" he growled annoyed.
The man turned to him. "Because, Severus Snape, I gave you my life in order for my clans to live. I willingly offered my brother's life and sanity in exchange for a better future in the believe that you will have the strength necessary to make Harry Potter believe in his own strength and in that of others. Because I know that you are deep down inside a good man, and because you have no other choice." He could see a smile from under the shadows of the hood. "You never had a choice concerning the future. It was already decided the moment we first met."
Before Severus had a chance to say anything else, Voldemort came in followed by the two women that always followed him and Jathy. And suddenly Severus knew what moment of his life this was. It was the day Jathy had been introduced to the Death Eater's.
And the hooded man pushed him forward towards the young vampire, whose face seemed blank of expression. But as he approached now, unblended by the normal pressure of simply being in front of the Dark Lord, he could take the time to examine Jathy's closer.
The eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty. The body language although seemingly strong lacked the level of power he always thought the man had. This was indeed nothing more than a child forced to act like someone he wasn't.
The surrounding vanished and Severus turned startled around to find himself in a forest. He glanced around seeing here and there the barely visibly light of a wand held up to lighten the path. He followed the light the stranger close behind him.
They came to a clearing; the sacrifice clearing to be exact.
Here the Death Eater's practiced new curses and ways to torture people. Severus felt sick in the pit of his stomach, he remember too many unpleasant moment here.
"Professor Snape."
Severus turned to see his own self in Death Eater's clothing turning towards the young vampire.
"Are you ready?" the young man asked smiling a dark smile similar to the ones he knew from Voldemort. "Or would you rather have me do your work?" The green eyes seemed to glint with amusement, but the man's body was awfully tense.
"How come I never noticed this before?" he whispered.
"That is because the boy doesn't use his own energy when he's acting as a Death Eater…" the hooded man explained as he pointed for Severus to continue watching the scene before him.
Other Death Eaters had joined them and some came dragging in Muggles who where screaming in fear of them, pleading for mercy… for their lives. But they encounter nothing but deaf ears…
Jathy moved forward grapping a boy no older than 8 maybe 9 years and lifted him up to his feet. The child sobbed and the vampire caressed his check as though he cared before suddenly letting the child burst into flames. His shrill cry of pain and death filling the night. Severus watched for a second time struggling against the need to throw up as the scent of boiled skin filled his nostril.
He wanted to turn away but the hooded man grabbed his arm and pulled him forward closer to the vampire. Severus face was lifted by the stranger's hand. "Look at him! Look!"
He didn't want to, he didn't understand the need of recalling this so vividly. But he glanced up at the vampire anyway. And what he saw startled him. The green eyes were red and the boy's energy flared unsteadily around him as though it wasn't his own. It seemed that the energy grew from the ground where he stood crawling over him and suffocating the man into its control and will. And at the corner of his mouth he could see it twitch before the man pressed his lips together and his face returned expressionless, eyes becoming green again.
Jathy turned around walking away from the clearing. "There's no need to thank me for doing your job, Professor, I just though that we should hurry. I believe we have a mission to attend." And with this the man disappeared into the darkness of the forest, but not before Severus cold see a tear roll down the vampire's face.
"There are things you are never aware off unless you see them from another point of view, right?"
Severus didn't respond.
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Awaking with a headache was one thing, awaking with a killing headache and a sober body was a totally different one. Now there was usually something to blame for both things, they don't come up and haunt you for mere fun. Harry opened slowly his eyes adjusting them to the brightness of the room.
He thought back to what had happened. Not that his mind was actually in any state of working order, but the little he recalled was enough to make him groan in annoyance. Snape knew he was Jathy, Snape knew Harry was willingly putting himself into Voldemort's hands and Snape knew Harry was throwing away all the sacrifices that man did in order to keep his student alive only to have said boy threw it off and away. And the Potion Master most probably thought that Harry had done it for whatever reasons not thinking about the consequences his action would bring: the foolish Gryffindorish way in other words.
Bad enough that Harry had slept with the man without recalling it, now to add to the hatred that had always been there for him, this had to happen. He really hated his life.
Slowly he pushed himself up to sit hissing at the pain on his back. Taking a look around he saw that he was in the infirmary in Hogwarts. He wondered for a moment how he had returned. The suddenly remembering that Snape had let go off his hand he crawled out of the bed pushing the curtains around his bed aside and taking a peek out.
The other beds where empty, but next to his seemed to be someone else closed off the rest. Stepping out he tiptoed over and took a quick glance inside.
He sighed relieved when he saw the Potion Master lying in his bed. He was asleep. Taking a deep breath Harry walked over to the bed and sat down on the mattress carefully not wanting to wake the other man.
"I wish, I could give you a simple explanation… but that isn't so…" he whispered as he reached for the others hand and caressed it with his own. "I wish, I could have told you from the start who I was… and now…" he sighed. "I wonder why my life can't ever be easy…" he paused and looked at the calm face of the other. "Or why I seem to care about you and what you think of me…" he added in a whisper.
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Dumbledore sat with the other students and staff members in the Great Hall eating. Sirius sat at Remus' feet in his Animagus form. All of them had been release by Madam Pomfrey a few hours earlier under the promise to come back if they noticed any changes in them that could have been caused by their trip into the Slytherin's mind.
The blond boy was still under the medi-witch's care. She had told them that he was awakening every now and then, but that his body needed still time to recover from whatever had happened. So she had transferred the Slytherin into her own room where she could have an eye on him all the time until he awoke.
The only ones remaining in the infirmary were Harry and Snape. Sirius was worried about his godson and for some reason he even felt slightly concerned for the Potion Master, but that was something he was not going to admit loudly.
Just then the doors of the Great Hall opened and Fred and George walked in followed by a tall white hooded figure. Heads turned to them but they ignored the curious glances and murmurs as the twins made their way to the front and stopped in front of the staff table while the white hooded person approached the headmaster.
"We need to speak." The man said in a strong voice that the headmaster recognized immediately. His eyes widened in surprise. "I think it's time we had a long talk…"
Albus nodded in understanding sensing that there was no harm coming from the man for the time being. "In my office, if you like."
The man turned to Fred and George and the twins nodded in agreement. Facing again the headmaster the white hooded man nodded. "Lead the way."
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Narcissa sat next to Salazar at the gates to the human world. They had been talking about the current situation in the human world and how it would most likely affect their own live-styles. The greater concern of both of them of course was the imbalance in powers due the lack of a Yorae Dragon in power and the effect this would had on the God half of the Visionary Clan Leader.
"I understand your concern, Master Salazar, but I can assure you that Master Tom will be able to hold out until Young Master Harry comes into power," she said, glancing over at the tall man.
"Great-Mother, I'm not as much concerned about my great-grandson as I am about his brother's son," Salazar spoke. "The boy will have his First Seasoning coming by now, I believe. Although I'm not entirely sure being a God myself…"
Narcissa nodded. "According to the records about the Dragon part of the Yorae Clan I think you are right. Then again there is no Yorae Dragon alive anymore to confirm this… only the Gods remain…" she took another glance at him seeing how his expression tensed for a moment before she continued. "The boy will need to have a counter balance to remain in his right mind. To be born as full-fledged Yorae is a great risk not only to us but also for himself. If the boy cannot control the awakening of his powers all of Master Tom's work would have been in vain and there would be no one to do the Ceremony to return the energy to the world at the end…"
"Not only that… But Master Tom would consume the world that we have created and watched grow in fondness…" Salazar sighed. "It would be a devastating blow for all of us, because once he finishes with the humans we will be next."
"Complete Chaos and Annihilation…"
"Yes."
"Then let us hope that the boy finds a strong hold…" Narcissa said in prayer.
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Severus found himself in a large building he could recall from one of the missions he had gone with Jathy. Voldemort seemed to have taking a likening on teaming them up. Rubbing with his fingers his nose he followed his floating companion inside not pleased that he would have to relive one of his less enjoyable memories.
Taking a step after another the sounds of tortured souls and agonizing screams became louder and louder. This was one of the smaller wizarding schools he and Jathy had been ordered to clean up from muggle bloods. At first Severus had thought this would end quickly, but he wasn't allowed that pleasure. Jathy had done terrible things that night, things no one should be able to come up with. And yet, the vampire had seemed to enjoy the whole matter.
A door flung open and Jathy came walking with steady and fast steps towards Severus and the floating man behind him.
"Follow him, Severus." The man told him as the vampire passed them and headed out of the building.
Taking a quick glance at the door to see himself throwing up in the doorway, Severus headed after Jathy alone. He found the young man leaning outside at the wall of the building his body shivering uncontrollably. Severus rushed over forgetting that this was just a replay of something that had already occurred and reached out only to have his hand pass through the body of the other. Jathy reached for something on his wrist and then suddenly Severus watched as the man's appearance altered. The red hair darkening to black, his pale skin turning a healthier color and the boy seemed to be a little smaller than the vampire. Then Harry Potter broke down in tears sobbing all the horrors he had just committed out.
"God, I can't do this! I don't want this!" the boy muttered reaching up with a hand to hide his face. "I can't continue doing this…" He sobbed. "Someone…. help me… please." He put his arm around himself protectively, rocking himself back and forth slightly after sliding to the ground. "Please…" he begged again and Severus could hear the struggle and suffering in the child he had always thought to be nothing but a copy of his father. But now, he had to realize that Harry Potter wasn't a shadow of the past revived. He was a child trapped by circumstances that he seemed unable to evade.
The image vanished and once again the Potion Master was back in Voldemort's hideout, the hooded man again to his right.
"What you showed me wasn't my own memory…" Severus said trying to forget the image of Potter curled up crying.
The man remained quite for a while before speaking again: "Come now, there are other things I think you should see to understand…" and with this he landed on the ground leading the way.
Severus sighed. This man was worse than Dumbledore, he didn't tell him anything unless he considered it important for his own plans. He hated that, but since he didn't seem to have a choice in this, he might as well continue witnessing what the stranger wanted him to see.
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Sirius closed the door after Remus, Minerva and he had been called to meet the headmaster in his office. It apparently had to do with the stranger that Fred and George had appeared with in the Great Hall. He looked at the people sitting already there. The room seemed to be much larger than usual, Sirius looked at Fred and George standing each to one side of the hooded man, their arms on their back like prisoners and yet Sirius had again the feeling to be standing in the presence of someone of great power to whom he owned respect. Minerva and Remus had settled across them and Sirius sat down on the armrest of Remus' seat glancing curiously at the headmaster behind his desk.
"I called you here, because they requested your presence." Albus explained nodding over at the stranger and the twins. "Maybe you should introduce yourselves." He said to the man in white.
"Very well." He pushed himself up from his seat. He seemed to glance at each of them for a short while before reaching up with his hand to reveal his face as he undid his cloak and let it fall to the ground. "I am known as Tom Riddle in your world." The young man said his red slid-pupil eyes glittering with age beyond theirs and knowledge that was not human.
Sirius almost died right there as he recognized the man from Harry's narration of the events of his second year. "Voldemort!!" he shrieked jumping to his feet and standing automatically in front of Remus with a wand ready to attack and to defend his friend.
But at the same time Fred and George had moved with such a speed that while Fred stood protectively before the Dark Lord, George had moved to knock Sirius off his feet pinning him to the ground with the man's own wand before anyone else could react.
"Sirius!" Remus called out not daring to move and yet unable to remain in his seat while friend was being attacked.
"All of you stop!" Albus said in a strong and authorial voice narrowing his eyes seriously slamming his hand on the desk.
"George." Tom said in a voice that held sway over the red-haired young man, while he nodded to Fred to take his earlier position. "Let him go, I came to talk not to fight."
The Gryffindor release Sirius a bit reluctantly and returned the wand to its owner before joining his brother on Tom's side. Remus helped Sirius up as they glanced up at the Dark Lord and then at the twins in confusion.
Minerva looked shocked at the scene before her, but she could see in the headmaster's eyes that there was no danger at the moment, and so she relaxed a little into her seat awaiting an explanation on this or Albus would never get another minute of sleep in his life if she didn't end up getting the information she wanted.
Tom sighed and settled back into his chair summoning his cloak to him and hanging it over the armrest. "Look, I'm here because things seem to be getting out of hand and because I believe that you will need all the help you can get once the Yorae's Seasoning starts." He sat pushing his hair behind his long ears.
"Why should we believe you?" Minerva asked suspiciously.
"I don't know, but I guess the fact that you don't have much choice could be seen as a good argument." Tom said. "George told me you were trapped within Draco's mind and what happened. I was a little earlier in the infirmary and checked on him… and it appears that Drake will awake."
"Wait, could you explain that a little bit better?" Remus asked leaning slightly forward. "I mean, if you are indeed Tom Riddle or Voldemort, why do you look like they did inside Draco Malfoy's mind?" he pointed at the twins. "And what is a Yorae and the Seasoning?"
Tom sighed. "You don't know anything… anything at all?"
"I believe they only know what Draco told them." Fred stated.
The young Dark Lord looked up. "Not much indeed considering what is about to come…" Both red haired shrugged. "Well, you do know that the world was created by the Gods and Dragons?"
They starred blankly at him.
Taking a deep breath Tom raised his hand and something like a 3D hologram of the world formed before them. "This is the world as you know it…" moving again his hand the image changed and the world became transparent letting them see the inside, which was covered by various islands spread within the small earth. "But this is the world as it truly is…" Tom glanced at them. "What you know is nothing more than a shell of our world. It is what we created to protect ourselves. The islands you can see are like small continents floating within the earth connected by gates to one another. Each of this islands are regions of Clan families." Raising again his hand the image vanished. "That is how the world is…" he paused for a moment giving them enough time to process this information before continuing to explain. "The Gods and Dragons have each different power, which balance the existence of your world, or in other words, our protection shell. The Gods created live on the surface of this shell in order for the world to produce it's own energy through the existence of living beings, while the Dragons gave nature form to assure a source of energy for the living beings that would establish, unknowingly to them, the outer shell of protection for our world. For countless years the Gods and Dragons have watched and tried to let the outer world evolve on its own, yet they have always maintained some sort of contact between the two worlds. You of the magical blood know of the existence of dragons although you are not aware of their true powers, and you also know of the various gods that have existed in the believes and religious cultures through out history.
"Normally the Dragons and the Gods never mend into each other's work. The only time they actually willingly worked together was during the times of the creation of the outer world. It was also during that time that a clan was born from both bloods. This clan is called the Yorae Clan and due the mixed powers of Gods and Dragons in them they have the ability to see the future as well as the past, which is why the Yorae Leader is also the head of all those clans that posses any signs of manipulating time in any way.
"During the time, in which the world was created and life started to evolve, the Gods noticed that those beings they had given life to absorbed a great deal of energy from our world and that they would released it in a form of negative waves which started to destroy the outer and the inner world. It was then, that the Yorae Clan received a vision about a solution to this problem, which is called the Purification Ceremony. The Yorae would absorb that negative energy into himself and through a series of rites return it to the world in positive waves to reuse.
"Yet this brought up a problem, the process of absorbing the energy and returning it to the world caused in the long run for the Yorae to go insane and they would start using their powers against their own clans. It became clear that a pure blood Yorae couldn't handle the duty placed upon him and so a law was established which forbid any Yorae to reproduce with the other clans or their own… The Yorae started to procreate by mating with Gods and soon the clan was divided into Yorae Dragon, clan members that were genetically born dragon, and Yorae Gods, those who were born with the power to absorb the energy but lacked the ability to see the events that would follow. From then it became essential to have a Yorae God and Yorae Dragon in order to be able to perform the Ceremony." Tom took a deep breath and turned to Dumbledore. "You don't happen to have something to drink, do you? My throat is getting dry."
The headmaster nodded slowly calling for a house-elf to bring some drinks, which were delivered shortly after. Tom emptied the glass of water that was handed to him waiting for the others to start asking questions, which he knew would surely come once the information sunk completely into their minds.
"Who are you?" Sirius finally managed looking utterly lost.
Tom smiled sadly. "I am the current Head of the Yorae Clan. I'm the last Yorae God…"
[I'm so very tempted to cut the chapter here…^_^]
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The white hooded man stopped at a large door and pushed it opened glancing back to see if Severus was still following him, before proceeding inside. The Potion Master recognized the rooms they entered to be some of the large laboratory in which the Death Eaters created knew potions and other tools for the Dark Lord. He knew this place better than he knew the inside of Hogwarts. He had spent most of his time here when he was younger and he still had his own room for research further in the back. He had created many things here hoping to surpass everyone that had ever had laid a hand on a cauldron, and indeed he had succeeded where others had failed and it had gained him back in the old days great trust in the eyes of the Dark Lord. Nowadays he had no longer the time to participate in the large investigations to which also belonged the one that had caused Potter's sickness. Pretending to be faithful on both side was hard and it took a great amount of his time to play his role perfectly.
The hooded man walked passed the many tables where people were currently working on their researches and headed up a stairway. Severus continued following, evading contact with anyone.
Upstairs he found himself in an even larger laboratory; the room was covered with protection spells that had been written in runes on the walls, but no one was working here. He had never seen this room like this, back when he had come up here everyday this had been nothing more than a storage room.
The hooded man waved for him to come over and see over the books and old scrolls that lay open over various tables. He tried to pick it up, but again his hands passed through the material the way it had occurred with Potter earlier. Seeing that he wouldn't be able to pick it up, he leaned closer and recognized the writings as Latin and old Greek. The writings spoke of a terrible sickness that had covered the eastern lands and was slowly spreading their way. It appeared impossible to stop it, no cure could be found. Severus moved slowly on, and the language on the scrolls changed to ancient Chinese even old Japanese. He looked up at the hooded man with wide eyes.
"This is where they-" Severus broke off looking over the tables and catching with his eyes some black boards with the calculations of the ingredients, outlines of the human DNA and various notes on whoever had this had been first researched on and their first results. He walked over quickly seeing that some of his own researches for the antidote were based on the correct assumptions but that his potion was far from being able to stop this virus.
Then the surroundings vanished again and Severus was transferred into the rooms to which Draco Malfoy had led him once and in which he had encountered the vampire asleep.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Severus grabbed hold of the hooded man's cloak angrily. "You could have let me finish going over those notes!"
"What for? Have you not already created an antidote?" the man asked loosening the Potion Master's grip on him.
"The antidote is far from being perfect according to what I just saw!" Severus snapped.
"That's not my problem." The other answered calmly.
Severus felt the sudden urge to strangle that man. "But it's mine! I could save lives if I could see what the primary causes of the virus are!"
Just then the door of the room flung open and Draco Malfoy came running in and passed through Severus and continued on through the door on the other side followed closely by the a young blond woman. Severus brought out of his argument with the hooded man starred after them. The door was closed behind him again and he turned to see Harry Potter looking rather pale locking the door through which the others had entered before following after them. This time Severus stepped out of the way and followed curiously but not before glaring at his companion who replied with a simple shrug.
They walked into a dormitory, it's wall covered in bright colors. The woman, Draco and Harry were gathered around a bed holding a young man to the bed. Severus came closer and starred at the young man recognizing him as Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord and he was young. Riddle was gasping for air and a black aura waved uncontrollably out of him. Draco jumped a step back as he was hit by it. His arm started to bleed were the energy had burned him. White liquid streamed out of the wound and it started to shine brightly. Severus watched in disbelieve as the injury healed itself again and Draco approached once more the bed, helping the others to hold Riddle down.
"What happened?" the woman asked trying to hold on to the struggling man.
"He-" Draco broke off as he was kicked back again.
"Draco!" Potter called out.
Severus narrowed his eyes. That wasn't Potter's voice, nor was it Jathy's… He spun around starring at his companion.
"James!"
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Narcissa bowed before Master Salazar turning to the great gate behind her.
"I will be back tomorrow to hear the council's decision." She said to him as took her hand and kissed it.
"Great-Mother!! Great-Mother Narcissa!!" a young woman came running towards them. She stopped before her and took a deep breath handing her a scroll. "I'm so glad I found you still here. The Speaker of the Council noticed me to hand you this immediately.
She took it and unrolled it reading over the message. Her face paled. "By the great Lords, I must immediately contact my son!"
Salazar read over her shoulder the note. "It has already turn this bad?" he glanced at the young woman who had brought the message.
"The outer shell is falling apart and the Dark is spreading faster than expected." She said nodding affirmatively.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes. "Very well, I will bring the Young Yorae with me by tomorrow." With this she turned and connected her energy to open the gate.
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Harry had been watching the sleeping man for a while now as he heard Madam Pomfrey approach and he quickly moved over to sit on his own bed, but she moved on not stopping by to check on either of them. Harry found this strange but it probably didn't matter anyway.
Suddenly heat started to spread from his chest all over his body. He gasped as he felt the pulsing energy waving through his veins accelerating his heartbeat. His skin started to tickle and his vision became unfocused. He could see his surroundings moving in unnatural manner and Harry had to bend over in order to try to control the rising urge to scream. Yet, he didn't feel pain. It was like the time those hands had wandered over him spreading heat and ecstasy through his body. That wonderful longing and need he had felt growing deep inside him as his body had moved against the other one's. Like the time those black eyes had looked at him as if there was nothing and no one else they wanted to hold and love.
He felt the tickling on his skin on his back as it healed and his body started to take another form. His wings spread out again, and this time it was like the air was carrying him gently, touching him protectively. It felt like being in the sun and his body was absorbing the warmth into him. He leaned his had back gasping and crying in blissful joy. The feathers of his wings move closer around him while he curled up into a fetal position closing his eyes and sinking into wonderful dreams.
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Draco opened his eyes slowly sensing the sudden surge of energy nearby. It was so very strong and yet he could sense confusion and loneliness in it. Sitting up, he slowly moved his legs over the edge of the bed in which he was lying. What he felt was familiar and at the same time he could tell that it was different from when he had witnessed it many years ago. Standing up he gathered the sheets around him and walked calmly towards the source. He opened the door of the room and was immediately greeted by bright waves of energy streaming out of one of the separated beds of the infirmary.
He shook slightly his head recalling that he was in Hogwarts and the reason for him being here. The stone floor was cold under his bare feet and he moved a strand of hair behind his ear as he took another step forward. Reaching the closed off bed he pushed the curtains aside. The bright light that streamed out blinded him.
Closing his eyes he changed them to adjust to this light before reopening them. And he gapped at what he saw. Silver Wings had encircled around a body protectively, it seemed like an egg protecting the fetus inside.
And with growing understanding, Draco realized that the Yorae's Seasoning had started…
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AN:
So how was it? Did you like it? Well, I certainly hope it makes up for my late update. ^^