The Heretic Uprising- chappie 2
Written by: ME! Furyfeather
Disclaimer: I don't own it! Don't kill me! I have cookies! (Hands out cookies) AAHHHH!
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-(Draco's 18th birthday)-
(Draco's POV)
I woke up in the morning to find my love lying next to me, bags were under his eyes. We were at Lansford and I heard that an execution was last night. I wanted this to end; all the killing, maiming, death, war, hate, all of it. My Harry shuddered in his sleep. He didn't do well at night sometimes. Now that lord Caltexis is awoken, he has constantly had another voice in his head. I wanted to hold him and baby him and cuddle and love, but Caltexis would possess my little veela and the love would flee from his now stony-cold eyes. The emerald was gone, to be replaced by a dull jade. Passion-filled mouth to pursed lips. Caltexis didn't love me, not yet anyway.
I loved when people slept. Besides being good for you, it replaces the mask you put on everyday with your true self. Peace reigns and darkness is vanquished.
-(birthday party)-
It was my birthday! My first one in the company of veela too! I had gotten a beautiful necklace of an ivory feather on a white gold chain from Harry. The real present though, was from my father.
"Draco?"
"Yes father?" I had been waiting for two months now. I wanted to know what this grand thing was.
"Here's your present from me." He smiled and handed me a book: Familia Arbor. Family tree. What was in this?
"Thanks." I opened the book and it fell directly to the center, a picture of our tree. A sticky parchment had been stuck to the page pointing to a place not far from the circle that contained my name. It read: Mora Tyne, Siren. I dropped the book, but my father caught it. Sirens mature later than everyone else. I was born at night so I haven't gone through the inheritance. I felt faint… I was losing reality… I needed to lie down.
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(Harry's POV)
"What was in there!" I was furious. He scared my Drakey! I took this day off from the war especially for him.
"Just a family tree."
"LUCIUS! YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO NOT TELL ME DIRECTLY!"
"FINE! IT WAS A NOTE POINTING TO MORA TYNE! SHE'S A FAMILY MEMBER AND SHE'S A SIREN!"
"What?" I had calmed down from shock… what was this about?
"Yeah… Your little Drakey is a siren. In fact he's a prince. Although we are not sirens, Narcissa and I, he can still be a siren prince. It's all very confusing. Mora Tyne was presumed dead but I contacted the Siren nation and that's where she is, ruling."
"oh."
"I think you need to go help Draco… he's probably gonna be in shock. He'll arrive at his inheritance at 11:38 a.m. That's when he was born."
"IT'S ALREADY 11:30!"
"I know… that's why you need to go. Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes?"
"He really wants to be alongside you in battle… you know that right?"
"But I don't want him to get hu-"
"No Harry. He loves you."
"Yes… that's what I'm worried about. I don't want him to become suicidal if I die. I want him to be near you. You can make him go on with his life. I love him to much to allow him to set a foot on that path."
"Yes, but he's dying of loneliness without you. Hurry up, it's already 11:34."
-(11:37 a.m., Draco and Harry's bedroom)-
(Still Harry's POV)
"Harry… My stomach hurts… and my back." He looked really sick, and he moaned when he moved. I felt so bad. I moved closer to him and as the clock turned to 11:38 he grabbed me and screamed in pain and agony. His face contorted as his back swelled and two beautiful black wings came forth. His nails grew longer and feathers replaced hair. It was all very strange but completely beautiful. His scream turned to a graceful note and he passed out. But not before he whispered something to me, his voice like a thousand mourning doves:
"I love you Harry."
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yay! draco always reminded me of sirens for some reason. now a new political force will be divided... DUN DUN DUN! the purple button needs some love so rock my sox and review!
