BYOD: Silver clouds aren't always good
Disclaimer: again I do not own Harry Potter or Demon in My View, I do though own Rayen, and her friends.
A/N: Alright I know I said five and I haven't gotten any but the plot bats are taking over my head again so this will be an odd second chapter. Its staying at five reviews to get the next one though.
Rayen's POV:
It was dark, very dark and this made for a very happy shadow. Rayen had since slipped out of the Slytherin common rooms and was presently wandering about the old castle, using her aura powers to hide within the darkness and shadows of the night. She really had no idea where she was going but shortly found herself at the Gryffindor tower, pushing the picture of the Fat lady aside she entered the common room. Sighing gratefully realizing no one was awake anymore, then laughed when she realized no smart witch or wizard would be awake at 2am. With a comforted sigh she carefully made her way into the male dorms, shutting the door carefully as she crept farther into the room. She held her breath as she searched out her second subject. It took her a few tries and four bed checks to figure out he wasn't there, puzzled by this she left and headed for the herb green house again hoping to crash into him.
Upon reaching the greenery she saw a sight that tore at even her heart. There alone in the darkness she saw Harry Potter, sitting quietly in the moonlight crying for all he was worth. Unable to hold back she snuck up behind him cloaked in the darkness and listened quietly. Watching from outside the building.
Harry's POV:
He was back here again, like he'd promise never to be this year. Hiding out in the old run down looking Herb greeneries. This had long since become his favorite hiding place since third year when he found out he really was in love with the one prat who'd made his life hell, Draco. Sighing he feel back onto the soft, lush, green grass; staring up at the starry sky through the broken glass panes. His mind was drifting from the lack of sleep and it was only made worse by the simple fact that sleep meant dreaming, and dreaming lately was getting strange.
The tears were by then just running down his cheeks, and he didn't care because no one ever came out here. Just like no one knew his other little secret, and that was for the better he knew. He heard the soft sounds of the birds in the Forbidden forest just to the east of his present place, when another sound alerted him as well. That of the old wood creaking under the weight of a body. Spinning quickly around he came face to face with nothing but thin air, yet in his heart he knew someone was there. Letting it go he laid back down without another thought or word. Not seeing the dark figure slipping away from the building after he'd laid back.
Rayen's POV:
Shaking her head as she turned away from the small boy, her own heart still burning with a pinch of sorrow; she made her way back to the dungeon's set on one thing and one thing only. Dragging Draco Malfoy's sorry ass out to see Fate's only raw ended deal. A gruff growl in her throat as she "accidentally" portal stepped into the common room, where she darted to the male dorms, this time in search of another subject.
After a long scan of the room though Rayen had drawn the conclusion that Fate was laughing right now, at her misery. This would be one of those unbelievably long nights for her, and here the job had only begun. Storming from the room in a slight rage she didn't even try to be quiet as she let the door fall closed behind herself and started for the only place she knew Falla to ever go to, the lake on the east side of the woods. With another shake of her head she huffed and vanished into the darkness of the shadows around her, not seeing that three different sets of eyes watched her do so.
Unknown POV:
Watching her vanish like that almost brought a smile to the pale rose lips as the stranger watched her carefully. Dark hair hiding deep black eyes and those same thin pale lips pulled back in a wicked smile that revealed to the world a set of pearly white fangs. The man's eyes watched her, studying her in many ways, but again he already knew who she was. And he knew she'd play hell if this job fell apart right in her hands, to that thought the stranger smiled even wider and then closed his eyes tempted to laugh aloud. Very few realized he wouldn't hurt her, that he cared too much to hurt her that way. But again that would make this more fun for him in the end, and so drawing his cloak closer to his neck the man turned and vanished into the nothing he'd come out of in the first place. Planning out a new way to toy with Fate's prisoner.
Snape's POV:
He'd come down to the common room to get a book for the potion he was working on, and what he'd seen would change his views on what lack of sleep did to one's mind. He could have sworn he'd just seen that little girl vanish into the darkness, but that was impossible, only a shadow could do such things…With a hard shake of his head the professor shook away the last thought and let it fall, shadow's weren't real, they were nothing but myths. He hoped. But again the founder's wouldn't have held the shadow's out, since then they had been no threat.
Again shaking loose the thought Snape turned back to his hunt for the book he needed still, otherwise that potion would overbrew and that wouldn't end well at this ungodly hour of the morning. And that girl, if he saw her do it again he swore he'd find out how she did it.
Draco's POV:
Sitting out by the lake in the icy morning hours was in a way refreshing to the blond, since it took his mind away from the reason he was back out here. One Harry Potter, the thing he should hate, and yet loved in some strange twist of fate. Fate, that was a joke even to Draco it was funny to think about really. If there really was such a thing as Fate, she really was a damn cruel woman, because Harry would never love him. That was the only thing he knew to be true, that Harry Potter, the golden boy was straight as they came. He'd long since forgotten his notebook and was now laying in the dew slicked grass wishing on every star for some amount of hope. And this was why he missed the lone dark figure standing just a few feet from him.
Rayen's POV:
Sure enough she'd managed to find him, but her anger had since melted away and the shadowy flames that had wrapped up her arms were gone when she saw Draco laying out there, hearing his silent wishes to the stars she couldn't help but smile, so this case wasn't hopeless, yet…Without a second thought she reached out, now able to hear Harry's singing that sad song through the soft wind, and touched his mind carefully. "Listen little dragon, I can grant you one wish, and only one. But is that what you really want?" She whispered putting a slight bit more pressure against his mind. Listening carefully for his next few thoughts.
Draco's POV:
With the soft pressure he felt and the words that suddenly echoed in his mind, Draco couldn't help but jump. But at the question he stopped and smiled some not really knowing how to respond to the voice he'd heard. "Yes, I'd give anything for him to love me, even if it was only for one night." He whispered to the stars, the whole time feeling the pressure in his head increase a little.
Rayen's POV:
She smiled some, this would be so much easier if she could pull this last little thing off. With a soft intake of breath she nodded some, knowing he couldn't see it and smiled. She didn't need to breath, it was just out of habit really, a calming habit she'd picked up once so long ago. Sighing softly she smirked, "I can do more than that little one, I can promise you that he really does love you. And to prove that I'll tell you something, if you quietly go to the old green house and listen you'll hear him singing a song he wrote just for you." Smiling carefully she hoped the seed had been well planted as she set herself back into the shadows and released his mind from her connection.
Draco's POV:
He couldn't believe what the voice had said, but since he had nothing to lose he figured why not go and see for himself if he was losing it, or if the stars had really told him something. So after a moment of pulling himself to his feet and deciding to leave his notebook rest for a while there, the proud Draco Malfoy snuck up on the worn looking greenery and listened to the soft voice of the one he loved humming softly. Well that proved nothing short of he now knew that Potter could sing, defeated Draco turned to leave his hide away when he heard Harry's soft voice carry though the predawn hours. "I just wish you loved me too Draco." The voice was haunted by a sound that Draco knew all to well. The sound of sorrow claiming a voice, and then he heard the soft sobs of the smaller boy inside that almost broke his beaten heart to its last pieces. His Harry was crying, over him no less.
In the moment of things Draco had run back to where his notebook lie and hurriedly scratched down a note that he went back and pinned to Harry's cloak which was still hanging outside the broken door of the greenery. All the note said on it was We need to talk. Meet me at the tower tonight, 12 sharp and don't be late. –Broken for your love. With that hanging on the cloak Draco escaped to his common room under the very watchful and joyous gleaming eyes of a happy shadow.
AN: Yes I know a lot of it doesn't seem like the normal personas, so shoot me! Its hella early here so after this is posted I am crashing since my clock says its 4am. Still 5 review to the next one or until the plot bats attack again.