Written by: Blissful Darkness
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Anything that you might recognize as something from Harry Potter is not mine. XD
Author's note: Sixth installment! I had absolutely no time to write a respectably chapter considering I've been busy ALL week. I just wrote this last night and this morning, so forgive me for jumping from scene to scene. There will be a bit of humor in this chapter, and I think you all will like this chapter. There will be a very lengthy explanation about Harry somewhere within the chapter. Also, I've decided that since some of you do not want mpreg, that there will be none in this story. I might write a sequel where there is mpreg though. Lol. Draco and Harry will be replying to some of the reviews and thanking all others whose review's they did not answer.
Harry- To Jess the Pirate: You'll find out more in this chapter. Don't worry. grins
Draco- That's never a good thing. To Master-of-Wind – Actually, Blissful is not a Yugioh fan. She used to be, but only because she had an obsession with all of the evil blondes (Not including Pegasus). Wait, I'm seeing a pattern here. Blissful, you'd better keep your paws off of me.
Blissful- I am. I'm just putting Harry's paws on you. And Jason (Master-of-Wind) I'm beginning to think of you as my muse. Oh, and your suggestion for more information is in this chapter.
Harry- Hehehe. Evil blondes are yummeh. licks lips Okay, okay to violet7amethyst: The reasons for it being a consequence is because of the fact that being what I am there will be a lot of troubles that will come with being a Guardian of the Soul. I'm not a fan of attention, and this will just bring more.
Draco- Yeah, right Potter. We all know you're self-centered. Okay, to yuranda: Actually, Blissful found a English/Greek Translater and translated from there. She had to copy and paste the symbols. Lol. A fellow reviewer told Blissful how to pronounce it. It's pronounced- ò kedemòn tès psykès That's how she typed it at least. From there, I'm lost.
Harry- What! Okay, to TinyClownBean1: What, you don't want to see me pregnant? Okay, well, don't worry. Blissful is saving any pregnancy for a possible sequel.
Draco- Pregnancy? There will be no pregnancy as far as I know! To Karijn1: Thanks for the help with the Greek. Blissful knows nothing about the Greek language. snickers
Blissful- Hey hey hey! evil eyes At least I know Spanish!
Harry- Okay, two blondes should never battle at wits! To AmethystxX: falls over laughing Ahahahaha! She smacked Draco!
Draco.-' To Raining Fire: The translation was Guardian of the Soul. Blissful's email is being evil and won't let her send anything to anyone.
Harry- pats Blissful It's okay Blissful. To Dragon Firefairy- Ah, but there is a twist to my dominance. wink
Draco- To redfox13: I refuse to be chubby and cuddly! crosses arms And… blush You need to wash your mouth out with soap.
Harry- snickers To JadeKipping: Yeah, it's an emerald dragon with a black scale background. I thought Blissful made it clear. Oh well. And Blissful LOVES Tamora Pierce. Were you thinking about Nawat? Heh. Blissful has a thing for his innocence. grins
Draco- laughes Blissful, you obsessive freak, you! Okay, Harry… hurry up with the thanks!
Blissful- Ha! You called him Harry! Not Potter!
Draco- dies
Harry- And thanks to the following reviewers who reviewed! driven to insanity, Jo Raven, Path Walker, xXxRi-ChanxXx, Nienna Celebrindal, Alora, dmweasley, theTigersFire, Shania Maxwell, Without permission, Mistress Vamp, and Mitsuki Ashya.
"Blah" –speaking
Blah –thinking/emphasized word/text from a book/letter
"Blah" –parseltongue
Blah blah blah blah blah. – flashback/dream
Gather round kiddies. It's story time!
The Guardian of the Soul
Draco was never much of a morning person, so it was obvious that he was not in the best of moods when he awakened the morning after the dream. One gray sphere warily revealed itself before hastily disappearing behind a pale hand after being momentarily blinded by the sunlight streaming through the window. He groaned, rolling over to bury his face in the down feather pillow. A sigh of frustration sounded as he heard his mother put in her B52's cd before he proceeded to bang his head against the headboard.
"I'm going to kill that woman," he hissed as he sat up hastily with a glare that could easily make a steel wall combust.
He flung open his door, his hair wild in its bed-mussed state as his gaze narrowed on his mother. Upon seeing said woman, Draco froze as his eyes widened comically. His mother was dancing 70's style, singing "Rome if you want to! Rome around the world!" He quickly closed his door, horror in his eyes.
"Dear Merlin," he muttered before numbly gathering his clothing and running to the shower to avoid seeing his mother.
A recent dream of dementors subtly changed, the nearest dementor becoming the winged-man that had visited Draco. Harry frowned slightly as the scenery changed so that they stood atop a mountain. He studied this man who looked so much like him. Of course, there were notable differences in both appearance and presence. Whilst Harry was weak, scrawny, and seemingly without muscle in his pale canvas, this man's body was toned with lean muscles barely hidden beneath glowing tan skin. Harry had short, unruly onyx hair. This man had waist length obsidian locks with a forest green sheen. Harry wore the hospital gown, the man wore an Egyptian style skirt that somehow seemed masculine as it hung from the narrow cut of his waist. Not to mention the fact that the man's skin was randomly spotted with scales and reptilian wings burst from his shoulder blades.
But there were similarities. The height, the emerald green eyes, the quirky lips, the high forehead hidden by bangs, and the infamous lightning bolt scar. The similarities were obvious.
Harry turned his attention away from this mysterious creature, looking to the valleys only to see a flock of dragons nestled within the mountain range.
"There are few of my kind left, so they live as dragons," the man said, his voice having an edge hidden within that Harry did not possess.
Harry looked to him. "Why are you here?" he asked, watching this man warily.
Emerald eyes met emerald eyes as the man turned slightly. "I'm part of you now, Harry. I won't be a separate entity once you awaken, I'll just become you. You'll adapt my body and you'll gain all that I know," he explained gently.
Harry wasn't surprised. So many things had happened to him that he came to expect unusual twists every now and then. He nodded silently, watching the dragons sleep.
"So what should I call you?" Harry asked softly.
"Xenos, until later," Xenos said, tucking a long lock of hair behind his ear.
"Will I see you again?" Harry asked, rubbing his forearm, trying to imagine scales sewing themselves into his skin.
"No, Harry. You will awaken soon," Xenos said before the dream began to fade.
Draco carefully set an old tome on the table in the wizarding world's largest library, The Scroll. He was under the guise of a young brown-haired man as he carefully turned the old parchment pages, fearing the pages would turn to dust if her were not careful. He took a seat, his gaze narrowing as he tried to translate the ancient Greek symbols. But three words stood out clearly on the page. Guardian of the Soul. This was the only written recording of the seemingly nonexistent species.
He could barely translate the words so he took the tome and checked it out. His mother had studied the language since the age of four. She could translate the complex symbols. Despite his mother's questioning, Narcissa translated the text with ease, pushing the parchment towards her son.
"Draco, the Guardians of the Soul are creatures of myth," Narcissa stated, a frown on her lips.
"I didn't ask you," Draco replied icily, taking the parchment before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.
Narcissa remained silent, watching her son as he slipped into the family room. Draco took a seat in the leather chair, his pale brow furrowing as he read.
The Guardians of the Soul
These hybrid creatures are known for their reptilian appearance. The dragon-like people can easily be recognized by the scaled wings that grow from their shoulder blades, and the littering of scales upon his or her body. The coloring of the irises and the hair will often be the colors of the scales.
Males often wear ancient Egyptian attire such as linen skirts, crude sandals, and various styles of jewelry adorning the torso. They are the dominant sex if their mate is a female. If the mate is a male, the Guardian of the Soul is dominant until the two bond. When this bond takes place, the Guardian becomes submissive. This allows for reproduction. Male Guardians have not been known for bonding with a masculine Guardian, for their dominant tendencies would clash, and the two would proceed to kill each other.
Females also wear ancient Egyptian clothing such as flowing linen dresses and cloaks, sandals, and the customary jewelry. They are the submissive sex, and have never been known for becoming dominant or mating with a female of any species. She is not capable of impregnating a male.
Both sexes are only pregnant for two months, for instead of a natural birth of a human child, an egg is laid. The egg takes only four months to hatch. The Guardian refuses to be near their mate with the egg in the first month, but this soon dissipates.
A Guardian will go into heat seven days out of a month. There is no prevention of this. The Guardian will crave the cool touch of their mate's skin, finding that their cold-blooded body has a temperature of 106 degrees or higher. In the case that the Guardian cannot find his mate at that time after already having intercourse with their mate, then he or she will find the kin of the mate. The family will be able to touch his or her skin, allowing the heat to calm slightly. There is a heightened chance of pregnancy during the heat.
There have only been two known Guardians of the Soul in existence, but it is possible there are more. In the Middle Ages, the muggles hunted these creatures. The Guardians isolated themselves within the mountains, taking the form of a dragon. Reproduction was a rarity in those times, for even as dragons they were constantly hunted.
Legend has it that the Guardians of the Soul were resurrections of soulless beings. Dementor populations had begun to dwindle in those times, but there were many innocent victims. These victims, with ten years, regained their souls and became Guardians of the Soul. These creatures were born to protect their loved ones from the danger of losing their soul.
Draco set down the parchment, silent as he processed this new information. So Harry Potter was a Guardian of the Soul. And it was obvious that he preferred men if how Harry treated him last night was anything to go by. This caused a slight tinge of red on his pale cheeks.
He looked to the digital clock and frowned. He had an hour before he had to go to work. Standing, Draco stretched before changing clothes and perfecting his hair. He grabbed his leather jacket and left, vowing to visit the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Become-A-Freak-Of-Nature later in the evening.
Upon arriving at the bar, Draco was immediately accosted by two familiar Slytherins who pushed him into the backroom.
"What the fuck are you two doing here?" he growled, his gaze immediately hardening.
"Draco, darling, we know about Potter. We know where his species is!" Pansy exclaimed happily, practically bouncing up and down.
Draco froze before his temper began to rise. "Why didn't you tell me before?" he yelled, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"You wouldn't let us tell you! And why the hell did you make me lick the floor? That was disgusting!" Blaise replied, a gleam of disgust in his aquamarine eyes.
Draco ignored the question, turning his gaze to the bar. He was silent for a moment as he contemplated what to do. Returning his attention to the duo, he sighed.
"Be at my house tomorrow at noon. You'll know where it is," he stated before leaving the room to begin working.
The two shared a glance before disapparating.
Draco pulled a chair up to the side of Harry's bed, resting his forearms on the mattress. He laid his head on his arms as he watched the raven-haired man. Hesitantly, he touched the surprisingly cool skin of his obvious mate. Sighing, Draco covered his face with his hands.
How am I going to do this? He asked himself silently.
Now that Draco had a better understanding of the situation, he was more comfortable with the fact that he alone had managed to awaken a part of Harry. It seemed surreal as he shamelessly stared at the serene expression on Harry's face. For once his eyes were closed, for he was sleeping.
Reaching forward, Draco brushed a lock of fringe away from the man's forehead, revealing the pale scar. His fingertip traced the scar tissue, his gaze fixed on the raven-haired man's face. Before he knew what he was doing he climbed into the bed ans spooned himself around the slightly smaller man.
"I wish you would wake up. There's a lot we need to talk about, and you can't hear me while you're unconscious," Draco muttered, resting his chin on the pale skin.
There was a moment of hesitance before he wrapped his arms around the figure beside him and placed a kiss to the base of Harry's neck.
"Sweet dreams, Harry," Draco whispered before succumbing to a restful sleep devoid of dreams.
And somewhere within Harry's mind something awakened, but the man slept on, cradled in Draco's embrace.
A/N: So…. What did you think? There will be some major cuddling in the next chapter if you review!