Summary: Draco Malfoy becomes drastically ill over the holiday, only to find that he's coming into a rare inheritance of creature gene. Follow him as he discovers his new found self and the search for his bond mate. SLASH!DM/HP
Pairings: Harry/Draco. Mild Ron/Hermione. Maybe a few others.
Warnings: Unbetaed. Sexual language in future chapters. Swearing. Slash/Yaoi, as many people have said; you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created by J.K Rowling. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author Note: Sorry for the slowness. Omachidoosama. Here's the update! I hope it's not too sucky. I started getting stuck in places. Oh and the Chapter title means To live is to fight.
Lyric and Harry arrived safely back at Lyric's cosy home. "I think a well deserved cup of tea is in order," said Lyric pulling her coat off and hanging it up and then pulled Harry to the kitchen.; still holding her newly brought owl. In the kitchen, Lyric set her owl down on the table whilst Harry went to fetch some mugs.
"I'm beat," said Lyric as she filled the kettle with water. "Who knew Wizard shopping was that tiring." She yawned.
"You were the one doing most of the dragging. I only needed to go into a few shops and you took me into all of them," replied Harry, adding teabags and spoonfuls of sugar to each of the cups.
"I was curious, and besides, you still had a rather marvellous day." Lyric returned the kettle to it's stand and switched it on. Lyric turned to Jun'Ichi "And how's my gorgeous little boy doing?" she asked as she opened the cage to let him out. Jun'Ichi strolled out of the cage, spread his wings and then perched himself on top of the cage. The kettle finished boiling and Harry poured water into each of the cups and left them to stew. "I'm famished!"
"Look through the cupboards, I'm sure you have some food left," said Harry as he strained the teabags and then threw them in the bin." Lyric started rummaging through the cupboards, coming across half open packets of biscuits, stale bread and rather mouldy cream cakes.
"Maybe we should have stopped by a Wizarding supermarket too. Wizards have supermarkets, right?" asked Lyric.
"I've never come across a Wizarding supermarket, I think it's more rather small separate shops," replied Harry searching for milk in the fridge.
"Oh my god, I'd die without a supermarket," said Lyric leaning in the kitchen counter.
"You'd die without hairspray," joked Harry finishing off the tea and handing a mug over the Lyric.
"Uh, a girls got to look good mister. I don't see you using any hairspray," remarked Lyric.
"Uh, I'm a guy. Guys don't use hairspray," said Harry before taking a swig of tea.
"Unless they're gay," added Lyric.
"Yeah, and I'm not gay."
"I bet I could so turn you gay," sniggered Lyric.
"Where'd you think of a stupid idea like that from?" asked Harry grabbing a half open packet of Chocolate biscuits.
"You know me, I'm full of ideas. You gonna share those biscuits?" Harry passed the packet to Lyric. "Besides there's no need for me to try," she added dunking a biscuit in her tea.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Harry.
"Oh, nothing," she replied innocently, then taking a bit from her half soggy biscuit. There was a small silence.
"Harry?"
"Yeah."
"Would you fancy a bag of chips for tea?"
At Malfoy Manor, Lucius closed the remaining lineage books and set them down on the table. Rising, he wiped the discarded dust from his robes and proceeded to make his way towards Draco's room.
"How're you feeling honey?" Narcissa asked her Son.
"A little better now Mother," replied Draco. "I'd feel even better if I didn't have some stupid stubs sticking out of my back."
"Draco, have appreciation for your new gift," said his Mother.
"I'd like to see you have appreciation when you have two massive growths spurting from your back," replied Draco with cheek.
"How does your body feel now Mr. Malfoy," interjected Poppy before Narcissa was able to reply.
"A lot better now, thank you," he replied politely.
"Right. In half an hour we'll try another diagnostic spell and see if we can pick anything up. After that we'll wait for Severus to return and see what we can do next," said Poppy. She gathered up all the cloths which were rich with blood from Draco's back and proceeded to make sure the room was clean and it order.
"No need to do that Poppy, I can just call our house elf. Seasons!" Narcissa called. With a little pop a timidly looking house elf appeared.
"You is calling Seasons mistress," asked the house elf bowing to Narcissa
"I want you to remove the dirty cloths from this room and take them down to laundry," commanded Narcissa.
"Yes mistress," replied the house elf before he went to his task. As the house elf finished and disappeared with a pop Lucius entered the room.
"Oh Lucius!" cried Narcissa as she caught sight of her husband. "You've been away so long my dear husband."
"You were well aware of where I was wife," he replied, quite coldly
"Did you find anything?" she asked, hoping that he had so they could at least ease their Son's pain and suffering.
"I'm sorry Narcissa, I found nothing in the Malfoy books," he replied; lying.
"Oh, I was hoping that something would come up." She led him to Draco's bed. "Show your Father your back honey." Draco turned a little to show his Father his newly formed wing stubs.
"And these just appeared?" he asked, examining them.
"They ripped through my back Father," replied Draco, wincing as Lucius lightly touched them.
"And will these be a permanent feature?" asked Lucius "We've already ordered your school robes."
"Don't worry Lord Malfoy," spoke Poppy "Usually with Wizards with a certain amount creature blood in their veins, they have a limited amount of control over their extra limbs and Draco will probably be able to control when his wings appear and when they do not, with a little practice of course."
"Good," he said proudly "I will not have my Son running around Hogwarts with extra appendages sprouting from his back like some kind of wild animal."
"Lucius!" Narcissa warned. "I will not have you saying things like that in front of our Son."
"Ah, Narcissa, maybe we can speak outside then?" asked Lucius. Narcissa looked a little puzzled.
"Why, Of course." Narcissa turned to the rest of the room and bowed her head in apology. "Please excuse us," she said before she and Lucius walked out into the hallway. "What is the meaning of this Lucius?" exploded Narcissa outside. "How dare you parade in there calling our Son an animal; a common beast."
"Do you have any idea what the media will make of this when they get their hands on this?" asked Lucius. "Think of the scandal. The Prophet will have a field day with a story like this."
"There is no scandal Lucius, and there won't be any; especially not over your petty insecurities," said Narcissa. "And forget anything of The Prophet."
"You can't guarantee anything of the sort Narcissa. For all we know this could be out in the open within a week of him returning to Hogwarts," argued Lucius.
"I know my Son I know and he will choose to keep his newly formed self out of the public eye and not draw attention to himself. I doubt Draco would go and announce this to the entire Wizarding world. The last thing he needs is some gossip hungry reporters follow him everywhere like a pack of rabid Hinkypunks. You're just over-reacting. "
"Really Narcissa? How am I supposed to act when I learn that the only Malfoy heir is a half-breed; an abomination."
SLAP!
"How dare you call my son an abomination!" raged Narcissa, Lucius' hand planted firmly on his cheek where Narcissa had just struck him; looking rather aghast. "How dare you Lucius! That is your Son in there whose very scared and confused and all you care about is your bloody precious family name and pride. Get off your high hippogriff and realise that the Wizarding world doesn't revolve around you and your 'prestigious' family name." Narcissa took a moment of calm to recollect herself "Now, I'm going back to comfort my son, I don't wish for you to join us" she said and then re-entered Draco's room leaving Lucius alone in the corridor to sulk.
Lyric and Harry were enjoying a relaxing evening. Lyric had popped to the chip shop and had come back and settled down, eating a large bag of chips with Harry, Watching some programme about a crime fighting dog. During a commercial break there was a small knock at the door.
"I'll answer it," said Lyric, rising from her seat and going to the door. She opened it and was greeted by the friendly smile of Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, you must be Lyric," greeted Dumbledore as Lyric allowed him in. "I've heard a lot from your Grandmother about you. The apple of her eye if I seem to remember correctly."
"Why yes sir," replied Lyric blushing a little.
"But where are my manners? I'm Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts."
"A pleasure. Oh, please come on through." She led Dumbledore to the living room.
"Ah, Harry, my boy," Said Dumbledore as he entered the living room. "I see you're in good company. I hope you're well."
"I'm fine Professor," Harry replied as Dumbledore sat in one of the empty chairs.
"Can I get you anything sir?" asked Lyric. "Tea, Coffee, anything?"
"Ah, a lemon tea would be great if you have it," he replied.
"I'll see what I can do sir." Lyric turned to leave.
"And Lyric, please call me Albus. Sir makes me feel too old."
"Right!" She said before she left for the kitchen.
"So Harry," Dumbledore started, "I trust you had a safe trip today." Harry looked up.
"How'd you know about that?" asked Harry.
"I have to keep an eye on you my boy. Just a precaution, but I believe that's a totally different matter. Although I must say that I'm rather entranced on what's showing on that muggle box," he said referring to the television. "But, back on to the task at hand, I'm here to discuss something of grave importance; Sirius' will." Dumbledore's hand reached into his robes and pulled out a tattered looking piece of paper and handed it to Harry to read.
I, Sirius Black, being of sound, magic and Wizarding body, do declare this to be my last will and testament.
To Harry James Potter, my designated heir,
I leave 12 Grimmauld Place, with all contents; including Kreacher, buckbeak and house possessions, for him to use as he sees fit. I also leave the rest of the Black family fortune, half to be transferred to his account in Gringotts after my death and the rest to be transferred to his account in Gringotts when he reaches his eighteenth birthday; which also access to the other Black family vaults in Gringotts.
Harry stopped reading. "He's given me everything," he said; shocked.
"Yes Harry, he loved you like you were his own." Lyric returned carrying a tea cup which she offered to Albus, who took it gratefully with a nod. "He acknowledged you as part of his family."
"I didn't have any lemon tea, but I made some tea and put a slice of lemon in it," she said before she went to sit down next to Harry.
"Exquisite my dear," said Dumbledore, sipping from the cup. "Now Harry, you need to decide what you will be doing with your inheritance. This is not to be taken lightly and will requite deep consideration."
Harry sat in silence; thinking. What would he do? 12 Grimmauld place bore bad memories for him, to return their would hurt him. Maybe when he'd have dealt with his grief he could return there once again, but at the moment the thought of even someone mentioning the house was upsetting and heart aching, and if he saw Kreacher ever again he'd probably hex him into oblivion. The hate he held for that thing was loathsome. He had an idea.
"Sir, could I pass any of the inheritance over to any other person?" asked Harry.
"Why, I believe that since it's your property by law that you can decide on what you to see fit to do with the property," replied Dumbledore.
"Very well Sir. I'd like for you to hang onto 12 Grimmauld place for me, I'm not ready to return there yet but I feel like it should be in my hands and preserved, but still be put to some kind of use."
"If you wish so Harry." Dumbledore sipped more of his tea "And what of Kreacher? Buckbeak?"
"I'm not sure Professor."
"I'm sure I can arrange for Hagrid to look after Buckbeak for you, of course he'd need a new name. Hagrid will be rather thrilled. As for Kreacher, I'm sure one more house elf in the Hogwarts kitchens wouldn't be too much. "
"That's perfect professor, thank you."
"With that sorted I believe it is time to take my leave," he rose. "Miss Figg it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope we get to meet again sometime. And Harry, I will see you in the new school term." Lyric rose to go and let the Headmaster out. "It's fine Lyric, I can make my own way out," he said before disappearing. Harry still clutched the piece of paper in his hand.
"You 'kay Harry?" asked Lyric concerned.
"Yeah, fine," he replied in monotone.
"If you're sure," she said Sensing something was wrong, she moved over and pulled Harry into a hug. To her surprise he broke down in tears.
"I miss him Lyric," choked Harry, racked with sobs.
"I know you do honey. I know you do," said Lyric stroking his hair to try and soothe him.
Author Note: Thanks for reading. I hope it was good. Otsukaresama.