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Harry stood outside the psychiatrist's office, hoping Professor Cathmell had a patient today, and was here. He inwardly sighed with relief when the large oak wood door swung open, and Cathmell's soothing voice was heard from within.

"And remember; don't be afraid to let other people know how you feel." Harry waited patiently for the student to come out, and was shocked to see it was Neville.

"Oh…hi Harry! What are you d,doing here?" he asked, looking nervous.

"I have to ask Professor Cathmell something. I didn't know you did therapy?"

"Yeah…" Neville shifted uneasily. "Well bye!" he said, walking off quicker than he should have. Harry had the sneaking suspicion that Neville was one of the people who were afraid of Harry's new look. He ruffled his feathers indignantly and walked into the office.

"Oh, hello Harry. I didn't expect to see you again." Cathmell greeted him warmly, her eyes lingering on his wings. "I never thought I'd live to see an Incandeche…" she shook her head. "What's troubling you?" Harry took a deep breath.

"I have this…problem…you know when you told me about someone who I could use 's' words around? Who either loved me or hated me, and I'd feel the same way?"

"Glad to see you've got over your phobia." Cathmell said, smiling. "Yes, I remember."

"Well…he did…and I do…" Harry paused to see if Cathmell looked disgusted at the fact he was gay. Cathmell just smiled reassuringly. "And well…he's not exactly the best person for me to…admit feelings for…he's a Slytherin…"

"Ah, the old house rivalry. Listen Harry, this young man helped you face your fears. He's done a lot for you."

"Yeah…he's the one who told me about Incandeche…"

"You shouldn't be afraid to voice your feelings just because of a little house rivalry!"

"But…he's…Draco Malfoy." Cathmell seemed to tense up.

"Oh…" Harry sighed.

"See my problem?"

"Harry dear…Mr. Malfoy is…he's…not exactly…"

"My type?" Harry buried his head in his hands. "I know." His voice was muffled. "But still…I think I really care about him…"

"Did you feel this way before you came into your Incandeche powers?"

"No…"

"Well…I'm no professional, but as far as I know, Incandeche feel a love for every living creature to a certain degree. It may just be that." Harry frowned.

"But it feels more…"

"I'm sorry Harry, but I don't know what to say to help you. I'm not a specialist on Incandeche behaviour patterns. I only really work with humans…" Harry nodded.

"Well…thanks anyway." Cathmell nodded. Harry turned to leave.

"Oh and Harry? You really do have the most beautiful wings." Harry grinned, closing the door behind him.

At dinner, Harry was even more confused. His thoughts were all melded together, and he didn't really pay much attention to what was going on around him.

"For God's sake Harry stop that!" Harry jolted.

"Stop what? Oh…" he had been changing glow colours at a rate of knots, and eating fruit that was skewered onto his elongated claws. "Sorry Ron." Ron rolled his eyes, grinning and returning to his food. Harry chanced a glance over at the Slytherin table. Draco was currently stabbing at a piece of meat with much more force than was necessary. Harry couldn't help smiling as meat tenderizer sprayed up and into Draco's eye. Then his expression hardened as four Slytherin thugs came up behind Draco, pulling him to his feet and away from the Great Hall. Harry was confused to see the Slytherin put up no resistance.

"What ya looking at Harry?" Ron looked at him, then at Draco. "Hmm…guess they've started beating him up again. Good for them I'd say."

"I'm not hungry." Harry said, standing up quickly.

"Oh…ok mate. But uh…you might want to get the fruit off your…claws…" Harry looked down to see there was a half eaten pear still skewered into his talons.

"Oh…right…" Harry retracted his claws and the fruit dropped to the table with a loud thud. "See you guys later." He walked through the double doors and out of the Great Hall.

He looked around for where Draco had been dragged off to. He suddenly heard a yelp of pain. His eyes flew open and he started running towards the sound. Down into the dungeons, through a narrow passage. He was amazed that he heard a small cry from so far away. But what he saw next stripped all his thoughts of this away instantly. One of the boys had Draco up against the wall by his neck, lifted off the ground. Two other boys were tearing his shirt off.

"Little disgrace!" the boy who was holding him hissed. He suddenly dropped Draco, and the three remaining boys hit and kicked him to the floor. Harry's eyes suddenly flashed red. As did everything else. He watched as one of the boys kicked Draco in the face, the Slytherin prince curling into a ball as the other boys continued hitting and kicking any part of him that they came in contact with. 'How dare they!' this thought ran through his head over and over again. His glow turned violent red and expanded menacingly.

"HOW DARE YOU!" he screamed. The four Slytherins looked terrified. Draco looked up at Harry. 'He cares…' Draco thought, before his head hit the stone floor, too weak to move but still conscious. Harry made a strange, shrieking noise like an aggravated owl and flew at the boys, his wings bursting into angry flames as his claws extended, piercing skin in long slash marks. Three of the boys ran for their lives, gripping several wounds. The fourth was not so lucky. Harry speared him right through the stomach, eyes burning with pure hatred. "You never come near him again!" he hissed. The boy let out a choked sob before Harry released him. There were no marks left by Harry's talons. The boy whimpered, running away, clutching his stomach.

Harry was breathing rapidly, trying desperately to get his rage under control. His eyes flashed from red to green, back to red again.

"H,Harry?" his eyes stayed on green. He turned and wrapped his arms around Draco, bringing his now silver wings around to wrap around him too. He felt shaky arms wrap around his waist.

"Are you ok?"

"I always am." Harry smiled, squeezing Draco fondly.

"You're so brave."

"No…I'm not brave at all. I didn't fight back because…I wanted them to hurt me. I wanted to hurt, Harry…that's not brave…"

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. I don't care who knows about us. I'll shout it from the rooftops if you want me to."

"That's a cliché." Draco said, but he couldn't keep the total and utter joy out of his voice. He felt so warm in Harry's hold. He'd never felt this good. He stroked Harry's feathers with one hand, feeling Harry's chest vibrate as he purred gently. "What did you do to him? There were no marks…"

"None of them will have marks. Everyone they tell will think they're lying. Not that they will tell anyone."

"But how…"

"Incandeche trick." Harry pulled away from Draco and the Slytherin nearly cried out at the loss of warmth. Harry bent down to pick up Draco's shirt. He smiled, handing it back to him. His smile faded when he saw the cuts all over Draco's chest and arms. They weren't from any fight. They were from a blade.

"Draco…what are those?" Draco looked like he was going to cry. He tried to cover up his chest but Harry pulled his hands away. "Oh Draco what have you done?" he asked, running his hands over Draco's soft skin. Draco shivered.

"Nothing…"

"This doesn't look like nothing." Draco looked away.

"It is nothing. Just like me." Harry's eyes softened.

"You're not nothing Draco." Draco snorted.

"Yeah right. It took me getting beaten up for you to decide to tell people about us! What, did you do it out of pity! Or did you just think that next time you be luckier and I'll die!" Harry blinked repeatedly in surprise.

"No…"

"HARRY!" Harry looked behind Draco's shoulder and saw Ron running up to them. He groaned. "Put your shirt on Malfoy, for god's sake!" he edged around the Slytherin to get to Harry. "What's going on here?"

"D…Malfoy got attacked."

"So?"

"Well…I dunno…I just feel like I need to protect people ever since I became an Incandeche."

"Oh…but Malfoy?" Ron asked him, acting like Draco wasn't even there.

"Watch your mouth Weasel." Ron turned back to him.

"And what are you going to do if I don't? I have an Incandeche backing me up. Who do you have?" Draco glanced back at Harry, who was staring at the floor, obviously intent on not getting involved.

"Are you backing him?" Draco asked.

"I'd rather not back anyone…" Harry mumbled.

"What! Harry what's gotten into you?" Ron asked, giving him a disbelieving stare.

"Um…an Incandeche? You know…peace loving and all that…" Ron scowled.

"I can still take Malfoy. He's a wimp." Draco glowered at him.

"Come on then Weasel boy." Harry sighed, standing in between them and knocking both boys to the floor with one swipe of his wings.

"Ron, you should know better. Malfoy, don't be provocative. I'm going now." Harry said, walking off looking annoyed. Ron threw a death glare at Draco and ran after Harry. Draco stood up, brushing dirt off of his clothes.

"Yeah, you really told him…" he muttered, walking off the other way.

That night, Harry sat up in bed, staring at his Marauder's Map. He watched as the little dot labelled 'Draco Malfoy' walked from the dungeons, up to the Entrance Hall, then out into the grounds. As soon as he'd done so, Harry put his map away and flew out of his window. Using his wings again felt great. Harry couldn't get over the call of the night sky. It was calling to him. Pleading, yet demanding that he stay in the sky forever. Harry shook his head firmly. He had to find Draco and sort this mess out. He landed next to Draco silently.

"Get the fuck away from me." Harry blinked.

"How…"

"Veela." Harry frowned. Obviously Veela could hear better than humans. Or Incandeche, it seemed.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't back you up. But…I didn't back Ron up either! You can't make me choose between my best friend and…"

"I don't give a crap who you back up in a verbal argument Potter." Harry frowned. Draco still hadn't turned around. He saw the Slytherin was shaking. "You said you'd tell everyone. You didn't say a word!" he turned around, glaring at Harry with hate and pain filled eyes. Harry was shocked beyond words. There were long, dark red slashes all down Draco's face, and as far as he could see, all down his chest too.

"Oh my god…" he looked over Draco and stopped, horrified, at his wrists. They were bleeding too. Way too much. "Draco…what…" he walked towards him. Draco stepped back.

"Stay away from me!" he snapped. "No more! No more head games, no more lies, no more nothing!" his gaze dropped slowly to the floor. "No more life." Harry started panicking.

"Draco, Draco please…let me take you to the Hospital wi…"

"NO! Leave me to die! You should have let me fall!" Harry couldn't think straight. He was wasting time. Draco was going to die! He was losing too much blood.

"Please…"

"No. it's over." An eerie smile lit up Draco's face. "I'm over. No more sleepless nights. No more longing. No more pain. No more you making my life a living hell." Harry had heard enough. He launched himself at Draco, delivering a swift blow to the back of his head.

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