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: Hey Sorry I've been a little late. I'm dealing with a knee injury at the moment so I'm a little behind with everything.

"Right Mr. Malfoy," Said Poppy as she cast another diagnostic spell and moved her wand the length of Draco's body. "The diagnostic spell has picked up nothing unusual so I believe my work has finished for the night and you'll be able to get a bit of rest."

"Thank you very much Poppy," replied Narcissa "You've been a great help."

"Don't mention it my dear." She turned to Draco. "Now young Malfoy, I expect you to rest for the next day. I also expect you to take it easy and not to try and use your newly developed wings; I doubt then can hold a your body weight yet and we wouldn't want you in an unsightly accident. I also expect you to visit me every night after dinner during the new school term, just to make sure you're settling in properly and nothing is going wrong. I also expect you to report to me when you feel anything different. Now I must take my leave."

"Allow me to see you out Poppy," said Narcissa as she rose from her seat.

"Why, thank you dear," replied Poppy and she packed up the remainder of her medical equipment in her travel bag. Both her and Narcissa left the room leaving Draco alone. Unable to lie on his back, he pulled the covers over his body and then turned to lie on his stomach. Hopefully he was able to get a good nights rest.

The next day, Harry was awoken buy the faint sound of tapping and rather obnoxious snoring. Slowly waking up he noticed he was lying on something really squishy. And closer inspection found it to be Lyric's stomach. Getting up, Harry stretched out and yawned. He found the source of the tapping to be coming from a small owl tapping on the kitchen window. Harry recognised it to be Errol; The Weasley's owl. Letting the owl in, he quickly grabbed the letter and read.

Dear Harry,

I hear from Albus that you're safe and well so I won't bother asking how you are. I'm here staying at the Burrow for a while. There has been an unusual pattern in Deatheater attacks; on order members, so I'm here guarding the Weasleys. I hear Ron and Hermione aren't very happy you didn't decide to join them for most of the holiday period.

Which brings me onto the next part of my letter. Molly wants you to come and stop at the Burrow for the remainder of the holiday. She's pretty adamant. So I'll be around about seven to pick you up. Make sure you have all your belongings with you.

See you soon.

- Remus.

"Oh, there you are," Lyric said as she walked into the kitchen to find Harry. "Fuck, I feel like I've been sleeping on pebbles. My backs killing me. I seriously need some tea. You'd think that sofa would be more comfortable than that. You sleep alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, fine," replied Harry. "Remus wants me to go to the Weasleys for the rest of the holiday."

"Oh," said Lyric, a little disappointed "Well I suppose he knows best. You haven't seen your friends in such a long time either. They'll start to get worried about you."

"I guess," he replied.

"Plus you need to get out of this house. You did a great job on the decorating though," she said. That put a smile on his face. "There's not that much left to do now. And I wanted to ask, have you seen my digital camera? I put it down somewhere and I can't seem to find it."

"I thought you put it on charge," Harry replied.

"I might have. I'll have a good look later anyway." Silence prevailed as Lyric made herself some tea. "So what're you waiting for, get upstairs and pack your stuff then!" Lyric chimed happily with a smile "I'll finish ironing the rest of your clothes."

Waking up from a well deserved sleep, Draco stretched and rubbed his eyes. Getting out of his comfortable bed he walked towards his full length mirror to check himself out. His appearance hadn't changed. All that was new was the newly forming wings sticking out his back.

Crap he thought shaking his head How am I going to put a shirt on

Pulling on a pair of black trousers and forgetting the shirt, he ventured outside of his room. Everything was silent. Draco was used to the silence of this lonely house. The only time it was loud was when they were having one of their extravagant Malfoy parties. Draco found his Mother in one of the drawing rooms.

"Ah Draco, come and join me," she said as she spotted him. "Ribbons," she called to her personal elf, "Fetch another pot of tea."

"Yes Mistress," replied the elf as he popped to get some.

"Tell me Draco, how're you feeling?" his Mother asked.

"Well Mother," he replied "A good nights sleep has definitely improved my mood."

"That's very good to hear. I hope you'll be well in time for the beginning of the school term. I don't want you to miss any valuable studying time. I'm sure Severus will provide help for you at school."

"I don't need help Mother," replied Draco as the house-elf reappeared.

"Just like your Father," she sighed. "He always thought he could do everything by himself, and look at him now, worshipping some psychotic monster."

"Mother?" questioned Draco.

"But where are my manners? I should not say such things of your Father. He can be a good loving man, when it works to his advantage."

"I have always known you feel this way about Father. I too detest what he has become, and what he expects me to become and I refuse to bow down to a madman."

"I had talked to Severus about some form of protection, but that would mean having to form an alliance with that Muggle-loving fool Dumbledore," said Narcissa, then sipping some tea.

"I'm sure being allied with Dumbledore is better than being allied with the dark lord," replied Draco.

"True Draco, True, although I fear our move onto the light side would be widely questioned. Not to mention, Lucius would be out for vengeance and we'd have to go into hiding, but enough of this plotting; I believe you should be resting. I'll talk to Severus. I'm sure he's due round soon."

"Of course Mother," said Draco rising from his seat. He moved around to kiss his Mother's delicate cheek before heading back to his room. Safely inside he sat on his bed and sat in silence until the small pop of a house-elf disturbed him.

"Seasons is bringing you something sir," said the timid elf holding out a letter.

"Thank you Seasons, that will be all." With a nod the elf disappeared. Upon opening the letter the words, written in gold at the top of the page, céleste être: perspicacité, immediately struck him before a flash of brilliant bright white engulfed him.

"I'm not going to have this argument with you tonight," Draco heard a man say and looked up. To his shock and amazement the man he heard talk had a huge pair of wings sprouting from his back. He tried to grab hold of a table edge to pull himself up and his hand went straight through.

"It's the same thing every night," the woman carried on as she dried some dishes with a rag "If it wasn't for our Daughter's I don't know how I could stay living this way."

"Don't use our Daughter's as an excuse, you know as well as I do that I'm not allowed to set foot inside the village without being threatened with death or battery."

"And I don't get it hard enough. Going into the Village I feel rejected. Our children tell us of harsh painful comments from other children during their schooling."

"I didn't ask God for any of this. Do you think I enjoy putting our family through this? I wish I could change all of this for the better."

"Daddy! Daddy!" shouted a little girl running into the kitchen with her arms open wide "Amaya keeps trying to take my dolly." Her Daddy picked her up.

"Amaya!" he shouted "Stop taking your Sister's toys." The young girl put her arms round her Daddy's neck.

"Love you Daddy," she said kissing his cheek.

"I love you too sweetheart," he replied.

"Come on darling," Said his Wife. "Time for bed.

"Aww, but Daddy…"

"Listen to your Mother, I'll be up soon to kiss you goodnight." He watched as his little girl nodded and then followed her Mother out of the kitchen. Sighing he went through the backdoor. Draco followed him outside into the soft falling rain. Tender tears fell down the man's cheeks. Draco felt his pain.

"Ah, young man, I've been searching for you for days." Both Draco and the man turned around. There stood a pale old-aged man with long grey-ish hair. He was dressed in dark Navy blue robes. "I was starting to believe that it would be near impossible to find you William."

"How do you know my name?" he asked bewildered.

"That is merely unimportant, in fact, I'm here to give you closure."

"Closure?" he asked "Look Sir, I appreciate the concern but I have a Wife that I really should be getting back to right now." William turned to leave.

"You do not love your wife."

Silence.

"She is not your Soul's match," he added. William turned around.

"How do you know that? I have only felt that in my heart. I have loved my Wife for many years but now she hardly holds a special place in my heart."

"Those wings aren't a coincidence. You were destined for this. You have been living in denial for a month; closing yourself off from the world with only your family by your side, not knowing what you really are and what you're destined for. Tell me young Sir, have you ever heard of the myth of the caelestis?"

"I have Sir, but they are only a myth; a fairytale," said William, recalling the bed time story he told his youngest Daughter the other day.

"I can assure you they are very real. Although there is very little truth behind the Muggle ideal of the Caelestis."

"Muggle?" William asked confused.

"There are many unimportant terms at the moment, I'm here to help you recognise who and what you are."

"I'm sorry Sir," started William "But I believe you are sprouting utter nonsense."

"You can believe what you want to believe, or you can listen to what I tell you and find a new system of beliefs."

"How can I believe the words you say?"

"Don't you want to temporarily get rid of your wings?" he asked.

"More than anything," William replied.

"Just will them away. Imagine them not there and they will withdraw." William closed his eyes and slowly but surely his wings slowly withdrew. He could feel the weight being lifted off his back.

"Dear Lord," he said astounded. "Your words are true. I'm sorry I have doubted you Sir."

"On the contrary, I believe that it was necessary. Now as I was saying, the Caelestis were an ancient and powerful race, known by their extraordinary healing powers. They now live on, through the genes of many old families; many not knowing of the gift they possess," he explained.

"So let me get this right, You're saying that I'm part of a mystical race?"

"Yes."

"And this wasn't by coincidence, it was meant to be."

"Of course," the old man replied. "Everything happens for a reason." William stood thinking for a moment.

"This is far too complicated for me to comprehend at the moment." He sighed.

"All I ask is that you think over what I have told you. You can contact me using this." He handed the young man a small sheet of paper. "Just hold the paper and say noctis and it will activate and transport you straight to me."

"That's nonsense," Said William. "The only way you can do that is with magic."

"Precisely," replied the old man before apparating in front of the young man and leaving him stunned in silence. A few moments passed before Draco was engulfed in a bright white light and found himself back in his room; sitting on his bed with the piece of paper still in his hand. He thought back to what he had just witnessed.

Knock Knock

He was brought back to reality. "Yes," he called. The door opened and Severus stepped in.

"Ah, Draco, I trust you're feeling better after yesterday's episode," he asked as he walked into the room.

"Very much so Severus," replied Draco.

"I expected as much. I wish for you and your Mother to leave with my for Hogwarts tomorrow. I hear you have no wishes in joining the dark lord," he questioned.

"I don't," Draco replied.

"You must know that the dangers are quite high. Once people know of your change of sides you could endure a lot of questioning and betrayal from your fellow housemates. Trust no-one and keep vigilant." He paused. "You might also be expected to interact with the golden trio."

"I am well aware of that Severus, although I doubt they'd want to have anything to do with me."

"Maybe so. We leave tomorrow while your Father is conveniently out." Severus turned to leave.

"Severus, do you know much about the Caelestis?" asked Draco.

"Caelestis?" Severus questioned "I've heard mere stories I suppose. Why?"

"I was in a sort of memory and I saw a man with wings and he was told that he was part of the Caelestis," Draco explained.

"Rather peculiar. I'm afraid Draco that you'd have to have to speak to Dumbledore about such things."

"I see."

"Get some rest Draco. Remember we leave tomorrow." Severus departed and left Draco in his room alone to get his stuff ready.

"You've got your schoolbooks?"

"Check."

"Robes?"

"Check."

"Parchment, quills and ink?"

"Triple check."

"Enough underwear to last?"

"…I think so."

"Looks like you're all set then Harry," said Lyric closing his trunk. "Don't forget that I'll write to you every day and I'd better get a reply mister."

"Of course I'd reply," he said.

"Great! Now help me carry this trunk downstairs." "Both Harry and Lyric grabbed a separate side and carried the moderately heavy trunk from upstairs to downstairs and set it down in the middle of the living room. "That is seriously heavy."

"You just have weak arms," chuckled Harry.

"I'll have you know that my arms aren't weak, just less frequently used when it comes to lifting heavy objects."

"Yeah, weak," he said as he did an impression of Lyric trying to pick up something seemingly heavy.

"You should be lucky that that was cute otherwise I'd kick you right now," she said. There was a small polite knock at the front door. "I'll get it!" Lyric jumped and got the door.

"Hi, I'm Remus Lupin, I'm here to pick up Harry."

"Oh, of course. Come on in," said Lyric politely. Upon seeing Harry he pulled him into a warm hug.

"How've you been cub?" he asked as he pulled away.

"I've been good. Uh, Remus, how did you get here?"

"I apparated over to Arabella Figg's house, I had a few errands to clear up and then I eventually found my way here," he explained.

"Oh, so how're we getting to the Burrow?"

"You'll be using a portkey," he said pulling a plastic fork from his pocket. "Then I'll follow behind with your trunk."

"Okay," he said and then turned to Lyric. "Well I guess it's bye." Lyric threw herself at Harry.

"Oh Harry," she said as she squeezed him in a tight hug. "Bye. Don't forget I'll write and send things."

"Of course I wouldn't forget," he said as he pulled out of the hug and went to Remus. Remus handed him the portkey and after a few seconds he felt the same dreaded pulling that he had always hated. He landed on a soft patch of grass in the Weasley's back yard. A few moments later Remus followed suit.

"You okay there Harry?" asked Remus.

"Fine," he replied as they started walking towards the back door. As soon as he was inside he was swamped by a gaggle of redheads.

Author Note: Almost 3,000 words I'm rather stunned.