Written by: Blissful Darkness
Rated: M for now
Disclaimer: I highly doubt that JKR would be sitting in my computer seat, eating a bunch of chocolate whilst making oodles of noodles (ramen noodles). Also JKR's parents would not ground her for dating a guy that was three years older than here. So I can officially say that I am NOT JK Rowling, so I could not possible own or make money off of the Harry Potter books or any stories based around it. Kapeesh?
Author's note: Seventh installment! I know I know I know, you guys weren't expecting a chapter! But my dad snuck me onto the internet so that I could post a chapter! So here you go! And no, I did not get grounded about the SLASH. Actually, I'd be in huge trouble if they found out about that. But I was grounded cuz my parents found out I was dating this guy behind their backs when they told me I wasn't allowed to date him. He's 3 years my senior, and my parents think that's a big deal. So yeah. Draco and Harry will be replying to some of the reviews and thanking all others whose review's they did not answer.
Harry- To Without permission: I think I like you. plays with Draco plushie And yay for Blissful! Her Dad's been sneaking her onto the internet, soz she's been able to type up the newest chapter! WOOT WOOT!
Draco- Potter, you are aware that WOOT meaning 'We Own the Other Team' don't you? To redfox13 – Cuddling. Blek. Not my style. And it's both Xenos and Harry that have an infatuation with me. Harry just stole Xenos from the story and ate him so that he'd grow a backbone. But seriously. How could anyone not be infatuated with me? I'm a sex god!
Blissful- Get over yourself Draco. Just because you are sexy, does not mean you are a sex god. I mean, think about it. You're submissive throughout almost the entire story!
Harry- snickers Yeah Draco, I'm the sex god here! falls over laughing And of course I know what WOOT means, I mean… compared to me you are the other team. Okay, okay to dmweasley: You know, I'm beginning to think that Xenos got to have all the fun. I love Blissful for pairing me with Draco. All those other stories where I'm stuck with Ginny or Hermione. gags Yucky. The pairing with Snape isn't so bad, just as long as they give the greasy bat a much needed makeover! n.n
Draco- winces I shouldn't have said anything. I should have known you would have made that perverse! Okay, to Jess the Pirate: twitches Yes, I heard you. Now don't say it again! And of course that insane maniac Blissful likes the constant reviews. It makes her feel special. She's already a sped kid (special educational).
Blissful- throws moldy cheese at Draco XP
Harry- How interesting. giggles insanely Okay, to Dragon Firefairy: Of course people will be able to notice what I am. I mean, I can't just get rid of my wings! I'd have to cut them off. This isn't a normal creature fic, reviewers. I can't turn myself back into a human. All I can do is wear A LOT of clothes. Unless, I'm around our dear friend Draco. wink And I don't think that Draco will stay so nice for very long. He's got to have some of his jerkiness in there. Lol.
Draco- twitch To Serylis: I can't argue with fate! That's the only reason why I'm not fighting this so much. And you have to remember that not much is known about the Guardians of the Souls. I mean, that book didn't tell you EVERYTHING. Like a very important factor about just what a Guardian eats. glares at Harry
Harry- Meep! To Master-of-Wind: I think I like you. hugs Erm yes, when Xenos said that I'd adapt his body, it meant that I would look like him and kind of act like him at times. But I'm still the same old Harry. Just a little bit happier. And yeah, I do have to explain why Blaise and Pansy know all of this. …. I'll explain later, since I didn't write in this chapter. Actually, so I don't forget I'll just tell you now. One of Blaise's ancestors was an innocent who was given the kiss, so therefore, Blaise has a very small percentage of the Guardian's blood in his own blood. But not near enough to make him one. That's how Draco and Pansy know.
Draco- What? Blaise is a freak too? To Brenna8: The only time Harry will ever be submissive is if we bond or mate. He's dominant any other time. extreme glare
Harry- twitch To AmethystxX: Hehehe. Draco can be very deceiving. I mean, he might be all nice around me…. But not when he's around anybody else. snickers
Draco- Potter! Hurry up and thank those SLASH obsessed reviewers.
Harry- And thanks to the following reviewers who reviewed! xXxRi-ChanxXx, Anux, Nienna Celebrindal, Queen of the weird, Path Walker, TinyClownBean1, passionatepixie, Phoegan Leisha, theTigersFire, Jo Raven, Midnight Ryder, Jewely, Alora, D EDMUN, Jolene Kaye, Natasha AKA Tash, Mistress Vamp, Mistress Vamp, and driven to insanity.
"Blah" –speaking
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"Blah" –parseltongue
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Gather round kiddies. It's story time!
Light Burns
Pain. Excruciating pain. He awakened, his skin burning as if balls of fire were pressing against his skin. The skin split over his shoulder blades, two structures of bones building themselves into scaled appendages. His scalp was experiencing a sensation much like the feel of thousands of needles piercing the skin. He arched, but something was constricting him. He couldn't breath. He struggled, but the hold around him only tightened.
Emerald eyes suddenly appeared, the onyx pupils dilated. A hiss escaping him as blinding light momentarily blinded him. He dove into the shadows, his gaze adjusting to the cool darkness. He sighed, but the pain was still there. His skin was raw, blistering as if he had set fire. And before Harry Potter's eyes, onyx scales covered the burns so that the wounds would be protected. Staring in a numb state, he lightly ran his fingertips over the smooth reptilian skin. He raked his fingers through his hair, but found that there was more weight atop his head. He grabbed a jade tinted obsidian lock of hair and pulled it over his shoulder, finding that his hair had subtly changed color and had lengthened.
Attention was ensnared as something moved. A pale being had awakened in the bed. The blonde looked around in slight confusion, then in alarm. Harry did not recognize this man. All he knew was that this man was a possible danger. He pressed his back against the wall as the man leapt out of bed.
Draco stood, scanning the room for the patient. It was obvious to say that Draco had been a tad bit shaken when he had found the soulless man gone from his bed. Finally, Draco saw a pair of luminous green eyes. He paused, dread and elation creating a horrible mix within him. He stepped forward, only to see an animalistic flare of those emerald eyes. A hiss sounded as Draco took a hesitant second step.
"Potter," the blonde called, hoping against hope that he would gain a positive reaction.
Harry froze once he heard the smooth vocals; something akin to electricity shot through his body. Despite what his mind ordered, he leaned closer, still within the shadows. He had learned his lesson from the sunlight, so he would not dare to enter it once again. But this other male did not understand.
"Light… burns," he hissed, testing the new vocals that he had only heard once before.
Draco suddenly realized why Harry hid within the shadows, causing him to mentally roll his eyes. He can't stand the light, he thought as he ran to shut the blinds. He threw blankets over the curtains, effectively blocking out the sun. He turned, seeing the raven-haired man crawl out of the shadows. Had it not been for the hospital gown, Draco would have mistaken the creature for Xenos instead of Harry Potter. More scales than before covered the man, but they were slowly receding to reveal shiny, healing flesh that one acquires after a particularly nasty burn.
He watched as Harry wrapped his demonic wings around his lithe body, shielding himself from possible danger. A feral gleam in his eyes kept Draco at a distance. The blonde frowned. He should be getting more of a reaction than this. Did Harry not remember him? Well, I wouldn't want to remember me either after all the crap I put him through in school.
"Potter, it's me… Draco Malfoy," Draco said, hoping for a humanoid reaction that refused to come forth.
The creature did not even bat an eye as he blankly stared at the alabaster male. Draco sighed and rubbed the back of his head, causing his sleeve to fall to his elbow.
Unknown to Draco, the dragon-like man's eyes immediately focused on the mark that he had made not long ago. He stood, his wings still hugging his form. Draco's attention now ensnared as well, the creature moved forward with the silent grace that only a serpent could possess. He reached forward, running his fingertips over the scaled mark that marred Draco's scarred forearm. Draco suppressed a shudder, feeling the jolt through every fiber of his being. His mind raced back to what he had read about Harry's kind. The mark was only given to the mate of a Guardian. He shivered, but relief flooded through him as human warmth colored Harry's eyes.
"I'm sorry," the man said, running the pad of his thumb over the mark.
Draco once again suppressed the shivers that wracked his body. "It's not yuh-your fault," the blonde replied.
Harry shook his head, sorrow in his luminescent eyes. "I shouldn't have brought you into this," he said, looking down at the other man.
"You can't blame yourself," Draco replied quietly, staring at the floor so that he might avoid Harry's searching eyes.
"Would you rather I blame you?" Harry asked, having no intentions to do just that.
"If you did then it would be easier. I wouldn't worry about you all the time and I'd have an excuse to stay away from you," Draco answered softly.
The blonde stood silent for a moment before leaving, hitting the emergency button as he stepped through the doorway. Harry froze. He had nowhere to go because of the light of day. And if somebody found him… He took off at a run, avoiding the people who were rushing to his ward. He came to a sudden halt upon seeing a figure ahead of him.
"Come, young Harry. You may stay at Hogwarts until everything subsides," the bearded man said, peering over his half-moon spectacles at the Guardian.
Harry, who never learned to apparate, ran to Albus Dumbledore's side. Dumbledore gently gripped Harry's still sore shoulder and apparatated them both to the dungeons of Hogwarts.
"This is the only place in Hogwarts that has not been touched by sunlight. There is a comfortable room next door to the Slytherin Common Room, I am sure you will be able to find it," Albus said before returning to his office.
Harry shook his head and headed towards the Slytherin Common Room, a secret smile on his lips.
The old coot will never change.
Draco stared across the room at the two has-beens that called themselves Slytherins. They refused to meet his gaze. When Draco had ever been angry, NO ONE would look him in the eye. Only one person would dare and that was Potter. He shivered slightly, remembering the pleasurable pain that Harry had inflicted upon him by merely touching the mark. He banished the dangerous thoughts from his mind as he refocused on the duo before him. Pansy was biting her claw-like nails, a nasty habit she had acquired at the age of six. Blaise was squirming slightly as if he were not comfortable. Blaise only did that when he had done something the night before.
Draco scowled, a sound of disgust escaping his lips as he glared at Blaise. "Really, Blaise! Must you bring my attention to the fact that you got fucked in the arse last night?" he exclaimed, shaking his head in agitation.
A red tinge colored the blue-haired man's cheeks before he recomposed himself. "Excuse me, but you didn't seem to mind making that public knowledge in Hogwarts when you were the one who caused it," Blaise replied coolly, his eye twitching slightly.
"That's the past Daisy-Blaisey, get over it," Draco replied, somehow making the ridiculous nickname sound incriminating.
"Shut up, children. Now, do you want to learn more about the Guardians or not?" Pansy retorted, slightly annoyed with the immaturity of the two men.
Draco glared at Pansy for the insult before sighing silently. "Fine. But don't you dare call me that again," Draco replied.
Pansy smirked as she and Blaise grabbed Draco's wrists. Two loud cracks announced their disappearance.
Harry stood in front of his mirror, running his hands over the scales that adorned his arms. Just an hour ago a fledgling dragon had delivered a large parcel containing numerous sets of Guardian garb along with the customary jewelry. One was a silver, winged serpent that spiraled around his forearm. It marked him as a newborn. Another piece of jewelry was the onyx gem coated bicep band that told others that he was born of the kiss. The red line of scales that trailed from his sternum to his naval told males and females alike that he had not yet mated or claimed territory.
He sighed as he smoothed the skirt that hung from the cut of his hipbones. He shook his head and pulled his hair back into a leather strip. He flexed his wings, the emerald scales gleaming in the dim light.
His gaze shot away from the mirror as he heard someone knock on the wall beside the portrait. "Open," he hissed to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
In an instant he was blinded by a mass of brown and amethyst as he was knocked to the ground by a small figure. Tear filled doe-eyes stared into his own, the brunette stifling a sob.
"Oh Harry, you've finally come back!" the woman cried.
The woman was dressed in purple robes that brought attention to her chestnut brown hair. Hermione. A chuckle sounded from the other side of the room. A redhead picked Hermione up before holding out a freckled, tan hand to help Harry up. Ron. Harry smiled and took the offered hand in his own.
"Thanks, Ron," came his reply.
"Harry, Professor Dumbledore told us about… you know," Hermione said, hesitantly reaching out to touch the scales of his wing.
Harry smirked, sending a wink towards Ron and moved his wing, causing Hermione to yelp and jump into Ron's awaiting arms. A deep chuckle escaped the Guardian's lips as he held his arms out to his friend.
"Come on, 'Mione. It was just a little joke," Harry said.
Hermione expressed a feeble smile and stepped into her old friend's embrace.
"It's been so long," she whispered, tears escaping her eyes.
"And apparently it has done you well. You look brilliant, Hermione," Harry replied, holding her at arms length so that he might look at her properly.
Hermione blushed with modesty, a giggle escaping her. "And you haven't changed a bit, I see," she replied as she poked his chest, not referring to his physical state.
Ron laughed. "Still flaming as ever, just a little bit happier than you were at Hogwarts," Ron exclaimed, but soon wished he had kept his mouth shut.
At his words, Harry sobered, his gaze finding the stone floor. Ron immediately realized his mistake, regret nawing at his heart. "I-I'm sorry Harry… I didn't mean— "
"No, Ron, it's okay. You're right. I'm different compared to myself eight years ago," Harry replied soflty, never once lifting his gaze.
Hermione gently gripped Harry's chin, lifting so that she might look into his eyes. "Harry, you've been given a second chance to truly live. Voldemort is long gone. Do not live unhappily as before," she said, her voice soothing, causing a small smile to grace the raven-haired man's lips.
"Thanks, 'Mione," he replied, before turning his gaze to Ron. "Come on. The sun has set and I have hours until I must return to the castle," Harry said.
"You might want to at least put a robe on over that skirt, mate. It's not every day a wizard wears a skirt," Ron said, chuckling.
Harry laughed and ran into his room to put on normal clothing, leaving on his jewelry. He returned to the sitting room, looking normal with his wings hidden by his robe.
"Let's go."
A/N: So how's that for waking up. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! SOMEONE needs to feed those two healthy food, seeing as how the only think I'll give them is dessert. wink We all like our sweets, especially when it involves Harry and Draco.