Chapter Five: Aching Backs and Heavenly Beings

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or anything in relation to the books. Hell I'm not even going to say the plot is mine! Just remember I'm a poor college student who lives of her parents and makes minimum wage at a low class job. I've got nothing you would want so don't sue!

Authors Note:

Well this was rather difficult to write. I've had a lot of papers due lately and that was the reason this is out so late. It's just a transition chapter. The next one will involve going actually into Hogwarts (off the train) and hopefully I can get things speeded up! Welp this isn't my best work by a long shot and I try to address reviews in my next update.SorrySo Short!R&R

Blaise had been gone at least twenty minutes, and Draco was starting to get a cramp in his back. Harry had not calmed down until he'd veiled his sight, and yet Draco was wary of releasing the sub. He had learned through several books at the manor that skittish animals were often easier to deal with when they were blinded. He was thankful that said information was correct when dealing with Nyalgi subs as well.

Draco could see blood matting on the dark head, no doubt leaking from cuts his claws had inflicted. He looked at his hand which now covered emerald eyes and saw with dismay the thick liquid slowly drying on his claws and scales. He could barely tell where the sub had been injured otherwise, as neither Blasie nor he had bothered to wash off the blood from the sub's earlier transformation. Draco planned to rectify that once they (Harry and he) were safely concealed in the castles dungeons.

Harry seemed to relax more as the time progressed, and ten more minutes passed before the tow- headed dominate could no longer hold his hunched position. With a silent countdown to zero Draco jump back away from the sub effectively releasing Harry and stretching his tense muscles in the process.

Harry didn't move at first, but after a couple minutes passed slowly opened his eyes. Draco watched from behind as the Nyalger carefully got to his knees and looked around. His wings limited his perception allowing Draco to watch behind as the sub slowly and unsteadily got to his feet. He was shaky and unstable, but managed to perch himself upon a ripped up compartment seat.

Draco had gone unnoticed by the sub. Perhaps it was because he carried the dominate gene and gave of no defining scent like the sub before him, or maybe the sub was still unaccustomed to his knew form and had yet to realize the potential threat before him. It was the age old adage with submissive Nyalgi; out of sight, out of mind. That's why it was so dangerous to leave them alone; if they didn't see it, virtually it didn't exist. This proved to be a rather nasty problem when so many people wanted to kill you, but then that's why Nyalgi have mates.

The submissive only acquired sharp hearing during pregnancy, and then it continued the rest of their lives, but before that they had to rely on their mates for unseen aggressors. It was nature's way of ensuring an ever lasting bond between Nyalger mates.

This was also why Harry remained blissfully unaware of the dominant's approach; too absorbed in staring at the carpet; until two dragon leather boots entered into his personal bubble. Draco could see the sub's muscles tense. Fearing another escape attempt Draco wrapped his arms tightly around a small waist and over the large wings.

An accelerated breath upon his neck and sharp claws digging into his shoulder blades were the sub's only defense, and for that Draco was grateful. He really wasn't into the idea of fighting the sub again, no matter how good he smelled.

Harry was content despite the hard floor he laid upon and that heavy weight upon his back. Nothing was more peaceful and for the first time since the beginning of the day felt safe, as if nothing else could harm him in the world. The feeling diminished slightly as the heavy weight released him and he blinked up at a disaster scene that used to be a train compartment. As much as he hated to do it Harry struggled to his feet and stumbled over to what once resembled the velvety seat cushion.

He was conscious that he had wings, given that they flapped lazily around him. He was also conscious that something was different about him besides that, but unfortunately he couldn't figure out what or do anything to change it. All he did know is that he was more of the freak than he'd (or the Dursley's) originally thought.

Perhaps he had been diseased over the summer; caught some horrific cold which he was now getting ready to infect the school with. That he was going to kill everyone with. Harry stared harder into what he believed to be the floor. If he'd had his glasses everything would be easier to glare at. Perhaps he could set this compartment on fire, burn himself and his horrid disease with him. He wouldn't kill anyone anymore, and then he could truly punish himself for Cedric… and Sirius.

Harry wanted to cry and scream as memories assaulted him; left, right and upside down. He was about ready to as well, that is until what looked to be a pair of boots stepped into his line of vision. His head snapped up and looked into a blurred face surrounded by a golden-white halo. His muscles tensed up. Who was this… an angel? Perhaps he was dead… is that why he had wings? Was he slowly turning into a hell's spawn? That's what the Dursley's had always said; he was an evil spawn diseased with a hellish curse of magic.

Arms wrapped around him and a peaceful feeling encircled his being. Harry wrapped his own hands around the angel and buried his head in the crook of the being's neck. If he had to die, at least he'd get one last hug...unwillingly or not.