Harry was literally bouncing the next morning. He was up before everyone else, and was dressed and preening his feathers as Ron woke up. He gaped at Harry.

"It's 7 in the morning Harry! And it's Sunday! And you're up!"

"Oh you know…early bird and all that…" he said distantly, using his long claws to groom his feathers to perfection. He was wearing a tight black sleeveless t-shirt and jeans.

"Going somewhere nice?" Ron teased. Harry blushed. He was going to see Draco. The Slytherin had seemed off as they'd said good night last night, and Harry was worried. 'I think I made it a bit too obvious I was amazed by Meravi…why do I even keep calling him that? I don't know if that's his name…' Harry blinked. He had the book under his bed! Harry suddenly jumped off the bed like it was on fire, making Ron jump.

"What are you doing?" he asked as Harry rummaged around under his bed. He returned with a large book, sitting back on the bed and rifling through it. He had the page bookmarked.

There he was. Piercing red eyes gazing at him intently. Harry looked under the picture.

Incandeche in full transformation. Wing span- 8 metres each when elongated. Special powers- bolt throwing. See page 34. He'd already read this part. But under it was something he hadn't bothered with before.

Name:- Meravi Lioso.

Believed to be the leader of the pack of wild Incandeche that roam the North of Italy. This is unconfirmed, as such a pack has never been sighted. Harry looked back up at Meravi. He winked and gave a small bow. Harry blushed like a school girl. 'God what is wrong with me!' he thought, angry at himself. He shut the book almost violently and tossed it back under the bed. Ron frowned.

"What's up with you?" Harry jolted.

"Oh, nothing. I was just checking something, that's all." He stretched. "Well, I'm gonna go see Draco now. Bye Ron!"

"Remember the veritaserum for Hermione!"

"Huh? Oh yeah, ok." Harry had forgotten all about that, again. He walked over to the window and flew out, enjoying the early morning air. It was cold and refreshing. Harry was almost sad to land outside the main outside entrance to the dungeons.

"Pureblood." Harry said, the door of the Slytherin common room appearing and opening. He walked in, some of the Slytherins sending him annoyed looks. He went up to Draco's room and opened the door. He smiled, seeing Draco asleep on his bed. His hair and pyjamas lightly ruffled, making him look adorable. 'Yes, I love Draco. How could I ever think that Meravi was so wonderful when I have Draco?' Harry thought, walking up to Draco and sitting beside him on the bed. He kicked his shoes off and climbed under the covers, wrapping his arm around Draco. The Slytherin mumbled something and snuggled closer to Harry, still not awake.

"Draco?" Harry whispered softly. Draco's pyjama top was open, and Harry looked at Draco's bruised stomach. Anger flared up in Harry's system, and he decided that if anyone so much as touched Draco again, he'd kill them.

"Harry…what are you doing here?" Draco asked sleepily. His eyes were only half open. Harry smiled.

"Saying good morning. I love you, you know that?"

"You may have said it on occasion." Draco muttered, cuddling even closer to Harry. After a while of enjoying the moment, Draco couldn't help but ask. "Not to be a mood wrecker but…who's Meravi? Really?" Harry tried not to tense up.

"He's…well you know the picture in that book you showed me?"

"Hmm?"

"That's Meravi. He's the leader of a pack of Incandeche. He came to me in…well I suppose it was some kind of weird vision. I think…I think he healed me or something because I could fly after…"

"So you idolise him?"

"Yes."

"Nothing else?" Harry chanced a look into Draco's eyes. They were questioning, and almost fearful.

"Nothing else."

Sunday was a non-day at Hogwarts. There were no Quidditch matches to play/watch, and Harry stayed in Draco's bed for most of the morning. At 12, they got up and went to the Great Hall for lunch. After that, Hermione forced Harry to visit the Hospital wing.

Madame Pomfrey was thunderstruck.

"I don't understand it! Your wing is completely healed! But…it should have taken months to heal!" Harry wasn't really paying attention.

"Er…what's the average healing time for a full blooded Incandeche with these injuries?" he asked.

"A few days. Incandeche have amazing metabolisms, and can heal incredibly fast, but why would you want to know that? You're not a full blooded Incandeche, are you?" Harry was suddenly struck with the realisation that he'd never questioned how he was an Incandeche. His eyes were Incandeche, but he'd got them from his mother's side. Did that mean his mother had been the Incandeche? But that would mean Aunt Petunia was too, and she couldn't possibly be.

Draco could see wheels turning in Harry's head.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Harry jolted.

"I…I need to speak to Dumbledore." He said quickly, running to the window and flying out.

"I hate it when he does that." Ron muttered. Draco was already transforming to follow him.

Harry burst into the headmaster's office, startling Fawkes. The phoenix ruffled it's feathers annoyedly, but regarded Harry with interest, seeing his beautiful wings.

"Sir! Where did I get my Incandeche blood from!" he asked, not bothering to even wait for a greeting. Dumbledore looked up at Harry for a moment.

"Sit down, Harry. Calm down." Harry did as he was told, taking a deep breath as Draco entered, fully transformed. He sat down next to Harry, smirking at the bemused expression on his face. Harry ran his hand up Draco's arm, ruffling the smooth feathers. A deep purr rose in his chest.

"Harry, do you want to know about your heritage or not?" Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling amusedly. Harry blushed.

"Yes sir."

"Well, as you are probably aware, Incandeche eyes are sometimes green, but never brown. Therefore, your Incandeche blood cannot have come from your father."

"But…my mother can't have been Incandeche! That would mean my aunt would be too, and she can't even tolerate wizards. There's no way she can be a magical creature!" Draco raised an eyebrow. So Harry had to live in a house of people who hated magic?

"That is true, but Lilly Potter is not related to your aunt." Harry blinked. "Actually, when I placed you on the doorstep of 4 Privet Drive, I was doing the exact same thing that had been done to your mother. The parents were two full blooded Incandeche, who felt they couldn't cope with a child. Lilly was already living away from home when her adolescence started at 20, so your aunt would not know about it." Harry sighed. So he was forced to live with people he wasn't even related to?

"So…if my dad was a wizard…why do I…"

"What? Do you think that because you healed so quickly, you might be a pure-blooded Incandeche?" Harry nodded. "Well…for me to answer this question, I must first know what happened when you realised to could fly." Harry blinked.

"Well we were uh…playing Quidditch late last night…"

"Ah, you were breaking the rules for the sheer fun of it." Dumbledore said, smiling. Harry flushed.

"Er…yeah…well anyway we accidentally let a bludger lose and it started attacking us. I fell off my broom and I went into this vision thing…it was bright and sunny. There were birds and cherry trees and…Meravi." Draco's eyes flashed with something indecipherable.

"Ah, Meravi. Meravi Lioso I presume?" Harry nodded, surprised. Dumbledore smiled. He stood up, walking over to his bookshelves and returning with a book. It was bound in red leather, with strange markings all over it. As Harry looked at them, he realised he could read them.

"I…"

"Yes Harry, you can read them. They are in Incandeche language. Of course, most Incandeche just speak Italian, or English." Dumbledore flicked through the book to find a specific page. He turned the book around and Harry was confronted with another picture of Meravi. "Is this the one you saw?" Harry took the book away from Dumbledore, letting his index finger trace the frame of Meravi's picture almost lovingly.

"Yes…this is him…"

"He's the leader of a pack of North Italian Incandeche. The best leader they've ever had. He's about 35 I think."

"He doesn't look older than 19…" Harry muttered, still staring at Meravi's picture. Draco was taking deep breaths, trying not to snatch the book away and shred it to a thousand pieces.

"He will still look like that in 50 years time. Incandeche age very well." Dumbledore smiled.

"He's…wonderful…" Harry mumbled.

"His name actually comes from the Itallian word for wonderful. Meraviglioso. Now Harry, I think you have more Incandeche blood in you than human blood, but you healed quickly because Meravi can appear to other Incandeche in visions and heal them. But he only does this in very special circumstances. He must have taken a liking to you." Harry's head shot up, a determined look on his face.

"I want to go visit them. I'm going to Italy." Draco scowled.

"I admire your resolution Harry, but you will have to wait until the summer holidays. Because I fear that after you meet them…you will not be returning for quite a while after, and you must finish school." Draco's heart took a trip to the floor and he felt sick. Harry was leaving him?

"You can't go!" he burst out. Dumbledore took this as his cue to stand and look at some books at the other end of the room. Harry managed to pry his eyes away from Meravi's picture.

"But…I want to see them…they're like me…"

"You're a Wizard too!"

"But I feel more Incandeche."

"You can't leave me!" Harry blinked. "You won't come back, I know it! And if you decide to eventually come back, you'll probably have a mate!" Harry sighed.

"Draco…I'd never leave you…"

"That's what you're doing!"

"Come with me." Draco stopped his ranting.

"What?"

"Come with me Draco." Harry pulled Draco out of his chair and into his (Harry's) lap. He ran his hands up Draco's feathery arms and purred. "I could never leave you for so long anyway. And besides…" he smirked. "We'll already be mated by the time we leave school. You don't really think I could keep my hands off you for that long do you?" Draco shivered.

"Ok boys, out you go." Dumbledore said, walking back over to them. "I don't really feel this is the right place for you to carry on with this line of talk, do you?" Harry blushed, getting up after Draco.

"No sir, sorry sir."

"You're what!" Hermione fumed. Harry had told her what Dumbledore had said, and Hermione was more annoyed that Harry was flying away, perhaps never to return. "You mean I'll never see you again after school!"

"You can't be serious" Ron snapped glaring at Harry. Harry blinked.

"I uh…"

"It's Harry's life!" Draco snapped back at Ron.

"Yeah well you can say that! You're going with him!" Ron nearly growled, advancing on Draco. Harry stood in front of Draco protectively.

"Ron, I will be coming back. I'll come back for a week a month. And I won't be staying forever. Two years tops. I promise." Ron seemed unconvinced.

"Don't make promises you can't keep Harry." He muttered.

"I'm not. I will be back."

"Why are we even discussing this now huh?" Hermione said lightly, trying to cut through the tension in the air. "It's not even Christmas yet. We have ages left in school." Harry nodded. So did Ron, reluctantly. "Right. Now come on guys, let's go to the library. We have Potions homework." Harry groaned.

"Great…"

"I'll help you." Draco said, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist. Harry looked over to Ron, but he just shrugged.

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