Chapter 6

Warnings: Slash, beastality.

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Draco- no Ice and I had a brilliant time at the spring. It was amazing. We had it all to ourselves and no one interrupted us in our Eden. We played in the water-for however long I do not know-until Ice complained that I was getting wrinkly. Ice showed me how to make a shampoo paste from flowers and herbs already growing near the forest oasis. It was amazing how well it; I could use my fingers to comb through my hair! I know it sounds strange, but I was ecstatic. My hair had never EVER been manageable! I swear, I almost ravaged him right there.

Of course, being the overprotective tiger that he was, Ice stayed by my side the whole time. We didn't mention the blissful kiss- or at least the blissful kiss for me- so it was kind of awkward, but it all melted away when I saw Ice staring at my-- nether regions. That tiger. I think I'm falling. Really falling for my feline companion…

My kiss with Harry was wonderful. I swear, if I could have died in that moment I would have died truly happy. Now the only thing I needed to do was to make Harry see that I adored him. I wanted to embrace his passion, protect him from everything.

I showed him how to make a conditioning shampoo from a few of the herbs and blossoms around the spring. It was beautiful; the amazement I saw on his face when he saw that his hair was actually manageable.

It was quite embarrassing when he saw me gazing at his manly parts. I was imagining caressing them with my fingers, teasing them with my tongue and making love to him. I was mortified when I realized I was leering at him… even drooling.

"Uh, Ice?" was all that I heard before I looked away, but in truth, he was amazing. All of him.

I imagagined telling him who I was, but how would he react? Would he be angry? Would he feel betrayed? Tomorrow, I decided, I would tell him the truth.

It was night and I was lying down beside my Nisse. Tomorrow was his birthday. He would receive his inheritance tomorrow. It, he told me, would consist of:

Gaining the ability to speak with animals (besides moi, of course).
Gaining the ability to manipulate one major element of the earth plus others, though this would depend on how powerful he is.
His person becoming beautiful (his words, not mine. In my view, he was already beautiful).
And other physical changes.

My love was also warned that since Nisse are rather rare and elusive- much more so than even male veela- that much of their culture, lives, and physical attributes were shrouded in mystery and that some other changes might occur. Of course, there was also the physical trauma that he would go through when he changed and I planned to be there through the entire ordeal with him. If it got to be too much, I would have to find the centaurs and get a few potions from them. Maybe I could get Firenze to stand by just in case of any negative problems. When I changed, I had a bloody hard-on for about a week… And a tiger with a hard on is something you defiantly do not want to mess with. I was the devil's spawn for that entire week before mum and dad kicked me out. And then I got landed here.

My love shifted in his sleep and snuggled closer to me. His fingers twisted in my pelt and I laid my head gently on his shoulder. In his sleep, his eyes darted back and forth in the usual dream sequence. I longed to know what he dreamed of…if it was nightmares, good dreams…what he dreamt of…

It was a repetition of the dream I had at least once a week… repeats of Voldemort's downfall and the aftermath.

Flashes darted around me, screams of pain filling my ears. I dodged a Crucio curse and it hit the man behind me. Instantly they went down, his hysterical cries of "NO! STOP!" assaulting my mind. And then a flash of emerald and his hysterics desisted while a cruel, cold laugh resonated through the battle. Eyes of manipulating blue leered at me through his death eater's mask of the man standing over my fallen comrade. Another cry of Crucio and it was like I was dying. My body contorted and jerked. A pain like a thousand knives stabbing me throbbed through my muscles. The excruciating pain did nothing to mask the searing of my scar.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. Fancy seeing you here. Now what are you doing on the ground like that?" the voice of none other than Lucius Malfoy broke my thoughts. He exclaimed the counter curse and the pain ceased, but my vision was cloudy.

"Lucius. What are you doing out of Azkaban? I thought you would have come to your senses by now. Being led by a half-blood like me. Did Tom ever tell you that his father was a muggle before he died?" I croaked and then finished with a cold laugh.

"Liar!" he hissed, brandishing his wand at me. I laughed in his face again as I got up.

"It's true!" I insisted, pain making me delirious. Never in my right mind would I challenge a death eater, recently escaped from Azkaban.

"Harry!" A scream and then a bushy haired girl turning from her own battle with a certain Bellatrix Lesterange. Her adversary's unmasked self laughing as the Gryffindor sank to the ground, her lifeless eyes staring at me.

I screamed in rage, spearing the bitch on the spot. She killed Sirius when he went through the veil, Ron in one of the battles in Hogsmeade, and now Hermione here. "Bitch! You're dead!" And then I did one of the things I never would have thought I'd do…

"Avada Kedavra!" I spat, using the killing curse on my loved ones' murderer. She said I need to WANT to use an unforgivable, and not only did I want to, I knew I was going to. Her scream of denial caught in her throat as she fell.

What did I do next? I laughed. I was happy the murderer of the one who had killed my loved ones. I exacted revenge on her and I was glad. Lucius Malfoy stared on gob smacked at the fact that Dumbledore's Golden Boy had used an unforgivable- the killing curse at that. I was tired of this bullshit. I was tired of killing because some fucked up lunatic decided that purebloods were the perfect race because some asshole of a father put him in a bloody orphanage. I decided in that moment to go to Dumbledore and exact the purpose. That the battle was over for the moment and that the smartest witch of our age, Hermione Granger, fell.

I apparated to the Forbidden Forest and before I could get to it, I fell unconscious and when I woke up, I was in the company of my tiger.

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