Disclaimer: These aren't my character. I simply rented them from J.K Rowling because I knew I was going to toy mercilessly with their little petty lives. Lalalalalalalalalalalala (my version of evil laugh)

Okay. This is going as planned. Thank you all for your reviews. Time to answer some questions! Yah every four chapters I shall answer people questions. BTW helpful criticism is welcome

Graceinflames: Erm... well I haven't decided yet. But I'm pretty sure that Harry will be more powerful than Dumbledore and Voldermort. Yah go Harry.

KaiPhoenix: Erm... by feminine do you mean is Harry's faerie female, then no because Harry's faerie is male definitely male. Yah but if you mean is Harry's faerie feminine in 'that way' then yes... I guess. You've just given me an excellent idea.

Yah that's about the questions asked. Onto the story itself.

Should I name Harry's faerie?

BTW the story's gonna be about 13-16 chapters in length. Yah I'm really lazy. But of course there will be extra long chapters. I originally planned 12 chapters only, including the defeat of Voldermort, but hat seemed too short. So I made fillers. Planned chapters will be called C's, i.e. C3. While fillers will be F's i.e. F1. F1 is this chapter. And in this Filer chapter we get more information about Harry's condition and the real Harry comes out to talk to Draco again. This time there will be no tears... hopefully. My own mythical creatures come into this chapter, yeah me. Goooo Bixies (was gonna call them Pixies but thought WTF). I will try as much as I can to write Hagrid's accent. I'm not that good at accents. By the way, some of you might have realised that some of the spells mentioned in this work of fiction are not mentioned in the HP books; this is because these are my own spells, in Latin or just some spell that I made. You are allowed to use these spells in your own fiction if you want to.

Chapter 4

It was Potions class again. Snape had the class making the Tripudium(1) potion. The strongest of the euphoria-inducing potions. But this potion was incredibly dangerous meaning that Snape had to continually check up on every student as they made the potion. This meant that most of the pupils, including Slytherins, weren't happy. Snape fearing that Harry might have an 'incident' in the classroom had paired Draco and Harry together, again. The class as a whole was not surprised at this, though Ron was. Ron was angry because Draco had been able to get to Harry yesterday in the Great Hall when he, Harry's best friend, hadn't. To Ron this meant that Harry must value the blonde 'ferret' more than he did him. Draco, of course knew this and was practically grinning (though this display of emotion was below a Malfoy) every time he saw the red ears of the Weasel.

Draco and Harry had not spoken once. This of course perturbed the class who assumed the Chosen One would attempt to thank Draco for helping him. Hermione was sure there was something going on between the two. Ron thought something along those lines expect that what he thought made him want to jump off a cliff. Blaise was thinking something that made him feel... well feel bubbly inside. Pansy was thinking something that made her slightly jealous. Crabbe and Goyle were thinking of... of simply nothing. Typically the only person closest to the truth was Hermione. But she was oddly farther from it than she thought.

Draco watched Harry with a strange fascination. He wanted... He didn't know what he wanted. Oh how un-Malfoy of him. His hand ghosted over the mandrake root, he withdrew them and placed both hands on the table. He took a deep breath.

"So you haven't told you're friends about your... condition." It was a statement

"Condition?" Harry asked looking up at the blond Malfoy, anger flashed in his eyes, not the reaction Draco had hoped for. "Is that what it seems that I have? A condition? What? Some form of dementia?"

Definitely not the reaction Draco was hoping for. He had said the wrong thing again. There was something seriously wrong with him.

"I'm sorry. I meant..."

Harry sighed, "I know what you meant. No I haven't told them. Not like you'd care."

The Malfoy compulsion came over him, God damn his life, "Figures you wouldn't have told them. I mean with your stupidity you'd probably think that they'd think you were a freak or something, which by the way you kinda are." Draco hated himself at the moment. Damn those stupid Malfoy compulsion potions his father gave him. "I mean your friends would probably freak especially the Weasel. Mudblood would probably dissect your brain and study you. Then the Weasel-ette would go gossip to her friends and then-"

"Go kill yourself Malfoy." Harry said head looking down into he cauldron. None of them noticed a tear slip down his face into the cauldron.

"Right, you want to do that don't you Potter, you know with you going crazy and all."

"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry's magic exploded in response to his anger.

Snape had been walking past at that time so when Harry's cauldron exploded the contents ended up on his face and in his opened mouth. The class stopped talking or whispering. Somewhere a cricket chirped. Snape coughed. Draco and Harry stepped back from Snape in case something happened. Nothing happened. Then all of a sudden, Snape smiled and twirled around (ballerina style) and laughed.

"Wow I've never felt so happy in my entire life. Ugh I'm wearing black that's disgusting. I like pink instead."

There was a pregnant silence then... the class burst into laughter.

Snape ignored them and waved his wand about himself and whispered some words. His robes turned baby pink. The laughter got louder.

Draco groaned, "Way to go, Potter."

He got no reply. Draco turned. Harry was not there.

"Potter?"

As if in reply, the door clanged shut.

"Perfect, just perfect."

oXo

It was Care for Magical Creatures. That horrible lesson that was ran by that terrible oaf Hagrid. That half giant that had allowed him to get hurt by that sorry excuse for an animal (the Hippogriff). Draco had no idea why he chose to take the subject, what would caring for creatures do for him. Utter pointlessness this lesson was. Pansy said it was something to do with the fact that he wanted to torture the Gryffindors. He also didn't know why Pansy and Blaise had taken the subject with him too. Blaise said it was something to do with trying to protect Draco again. Then there was Nott, no one knew why he as taking this incoherent subject. Oh well. Draco looked over at the Gryffindors, trying to locate that head of bushy ebony hair. He really badly wanted to apologise to his arch nemesis of 5 years running. That was such a un-Malfoy-like move. Soon he found a pair of blue eyes glaring at him. They belonged to none other than the human Weasel. Then Hermione also joined in the glaring, though she looked like she was trying to figure something out. Draco sighed; Harry was no where in sight.

Then the half-giant oaf with the brain the size of a peanut came lumbering through the woods carrying a wooden box that, thankfully, did not move about.

"Well, it's nice to see that lots of people came to this lesson. I honestly thought that no one was going to come."

"Yah for the simple reason that this class sucks," said Blaise loud enough for Hagrid to hear.

"Well, why did you come to this lesson then?" asked some random Ravenclaw.

"Just to see that oaf get trampled by his oh-so precious creatures" retorted Blaise. Pansy shook her head and sighed.

Hagrid blushed at this comment, "Anyways let's begin," the half-giant looked towards the Gryffindors, "hey wait, where's 'Arry?"

Just then the ebony haired boy came running through the woods.

"Sorry I'm late. I got caught up in some business."

Draco frowned. Harry's eyes were red as were his cheeks. He had obviously been crying.

"Why is the Weasel glaring at you Draco?" Pansy asked.

"He thinks I made Potter cry."

"Did you?" asked Blaise

"Yah, I think so." Draco bit his lower lip and looked at the ground.

"Good tah see yah 'Arry. Anyways where was I?"

"No where." Said Blaise. Pansy sighed again.

Hagrid coughed, "Albus, I mean Dumbledore said that yah need to err... learn about partnership. As in err... 'usband and wives' and err tha' sor' of thin. Erm so I made up a project for all of yah to do, in pairs 'n all. Err... in this box I've got err... eggs. Eggs of one of the rarest creatures in this 'ere woods. They're called Bixies. And... err... well I'll explain to yah all later. But now I 'ave to put yer in pairs. Since erm... there are more boys than girls some boys will err... 'ave to arr... go toge'ter."

There where groans all around. Draco thought he heard Finnegan giggle.

"Erm... okay let's err... start. Err... Nott and Hermione" Ron screamed, "Ron and Zabini." Another scream. "Parkinson and Finnegan. Longbottom and Patil, Padma. Greengrass and Thomas."

This oaf had something wrong with him in the head for putting Gryffindors and Slytherins together. Oh well. Draco concentrated on the clouds for some reason.

"'Arry and Malfoy. Bu-"

"Professor why did you put Harry and Malfoy together?" stupid Granger always asking question, wasn't it kind of obvious.

"Well Dumbledore said if 'Arry had one of his episode again, it would be convenient if Malfoy was near by so that he could take Harry to Madame Pomfrey quickly."

A pregnant pause followed the statement only to be broken by scuffling of Gryffindor feet and the scowling of a certain weasel. Draco looked at Harry. The Chosen One was blushing. For some unorthodox reason, Draco smiled. It didn't seem that the Chosen One was pissed at him; he guessed this because Harry was not glaring at him like his two so called friends.

"Please get in your pairs please. These eggs 'r about to 'atch"

Draco shoved his hands into his pockets and walked over to Harry.

"Erm... sorry about what I said in Potions."

Next to him, Harry smiled.

"Now I'll hand out the eggs."

Moments later Harry held an egg. The egg was blue in colour with dark strips crisscrossing it. Then it gave a little wobble. It was roughly 5 times the size of a normal egg.

"Can anyone tell me what a Bixie is?"

Surprisingly no one, even Hermione, raised up his/her hand.

"Hmmm... I thought you'd know what Bixies are. Okay. Bixies are, like I said before, are one of the rarest creatures in this forest and in the world. They are..."

Draco sighed and subconsciously lifted his hand and placed it on Harry's head.

Hmmm, this is soft. Wow. Wait a sec. What the fuck am I doing?

Draco withdrew his hand and looked at Harry. The boy was still listening to Hagrid; it seemed he hadn't noticed the touch of the blonde. Well apart from the light blush on his cheeks.

"So when they hatch you, in your pairs, 'ave to take care of them. That is until they grow and decide to leave. And remember their elemental powers. When they are angry they will use them to the fullest extent. Err... well they should start 'atching rite about now."

Draco trained his eyes on the egg that was in Harry's hand. He waited and waited. But nothing happened.

"Professor they're not hatching." Granger asked.

"Oh, oh yah. You have to rub them." This half-giant was an incredibly stupid oaf.

There were sounds of rubbing. Shortly after there were happy shrieks and 'Aww she's so cute' and 'He's a he not a she"

Hermione rushed over, "Harry look at ours." She held out a small brown furred creature with huge dark eyes. It had a pink nose and a small beaky mouth. It blinked and stood up on its tiny legs and chirped in the cutest voice possible.

Harry's eyes glowed, like they had when Draco had met Harry's faerie.

"Aww it's so cute. What are you gonna name it."

Hermione was taken aback by Harry's change in behaviour, "Erm... Nott and I don't know yet."

Then the tall red headed Weasel lumbered over with Blaise Zabini close behind him.

"Ron! Look at this little cutie," Harry said, motioning towards the bixie that had now settled in Theo's brown hair. It was now barely visible. "Where's your bixie?"

"Up here." Ron pointed towards his head. Upon his red locks sat an orange (almost close to red) bixie with red eyes and an orange beak. "And he's not coming down." As if to verify what he said he moved his hand nearer to the bixie. The bixie shrieked and, instead of biting, breathed out fire and almost burning the Weasel in the process.

Blaise laughed and placed his head close the bixie. The bixie leapt onto his hand and purred. Ron frowned.

"No Weasley he just doesn't like you. He likes me," Blaise turned to Draco, "Draco, where's yours?"

Draco nodded towards Harry's hand. All four heads (Ron, Theo, Hermione and Zabini) turned towards the egg. There was a silence. Then the egg wobbled.

"Ooo its hatching" Harry said, practically jumping up and down.

Theo cocked an eyebrow. Ron frowned and then punched Zabini for no reason whatsoever. Zabini replied by smacking the redhead's head. Something was going on between these two. Then a beak pierced through the tough egg shell. The beak was blue. More holes appeared in the egg. Then the whole thing split apart. There was silence. Then there was a chirp and two 'ahhh, he's so cute!' In Harry's hand was a smallish blue bixie, with dark blue patches. Its eyes were dark blue, like the sea at the deepest part where light could enter. It blinked and chirped again, then jumped from Harry's hand into his hair. As soon as it was there, its blue fur darkened in colour until it was the midnight blue and it looked inconspicuous against Harry ebony hair. It closed its eyes and began to sleep. There was another bout of silence then

"Wow he's so cute. I love him," Harry turned towards Draco, "Draco what should we name him?"

Hermione and Ron gasped. Hermione ran forwards and placed her hand upon his forehead.

"Harry? are you okay?"

"Yah why?"

"Erm... I don't know. Maybe because you called the ferret by name?" Ron replied.

"What? Why can't I call Draco by his real name?" Harry pouted causing Hermione and Ron to step back

"Because he's a slimy dickhead!" replied Ron.

"Nice choice of words, Weasley." Blaise laughed.

"Go die or do something equally productive, Zabini," retorted Ron.

"Wow you know what productive means. Not as stupid as I thought then."

Ron blushed and turned about to punch Blaise.

Draco rolled his eyes. He had to talk to Harry's faerie about this personality. Then out of nowhere popped Hagrid.

"Mr Zabini, can I see your bixie?" the oaf held out his giant hands.

Zabini placed the bixie in the oaf's hand. The half-giant observed the bixie then proclaimed

"It's a female."

Zabini smiled and Ron frowned. Hagrid moved onto Hermione's and proclaimed that a male. Then he studied the bixie on Harry's head.

"Wow these kinds of bixies are the rarest. He camouflages and..."

Draco once more found the clouds interesting.

oXo

Harry had a headache, a terrible headache. But then since he had turned 16 he had been getting these terrible headaches. He knew why he just didn't want to continuously think about it. Which was kind of impossible since he saw Dr-Malfoy (it had to go back to Malfoy now) everyday. The blonde constantly reminded him that he was in a risk of dying thanks to the stupid Fates choosing him to rid the world of the greatest Dark wizard England had ever known. He hated the Fates. But he didn't hate Malfoy. It was surprising. He had always thought he hated the slimy annoying git, at times even more than he hated Voldermort. But the phase he was going through (not puberty, he'd gone through that 3 years ago, he was an early bloomer) had taught him that hate should be without a serious reason such as: someone killing someone incredibly close to you, several times. Yes he hated Voldermort and Bellatrix Lestrange and to some degree Albus Dumbledore. The last thought frightened him. If the wizard ever found out this little fact Harry would be in for a heel of a hard time. But he had his reasons for hating him. The damned wizard had put him in the Dursley's home for 15 years under the pretence that the house would protect him. The house did not protect him. Harry had found out that the house was not the house that his mother had dwelled in and it was not under the Fidelus charm. He'd also found out that Dumbledore had simply put him in the house to either make his magic more hostile to people or to make the Dursley's break him in so that when Dumbledore wanted to use Harry he could. He also found out that Dumbledore had known about everything that had happened to him before it did. For example, Dumbledore had known about the plot to kill him in Fifth Year, the Tri Wizard Tournament and thought the tournament would train him up to be a good Auror. Such A Fucking Shitbag. He wondered what the senile old bastard was plotting now. He sighed. He'd found that out when his newly found Leglimency skills kicked in two weeks ago and he had taken an unexpected trip into the slimy mind of Dumbledore, and some other random people.. He was so… so angry and sad that he had overused his mind again and had another episode. Then for three days after that he had been depressed. Then along came Ron.

"Harry, stupid Zabini said I could keep Demyx for tonight then I give her to him. Stupid Shitbag, I wanna keep her forever. God only know what that Slytherin will do to her." He stroked the sleeping bixie in his hand.

Harry nodded.

Hermione came up, "Harry where's your bixie? Have you named her yet?"

Harry sighed, he needed some rest. He closed his eyes and allowed his faerie to take over.

"If I'd named her by now do you think you'd be calling her 'bixie'?"

Hermione looked stung. Oh, thought the entity of pure energy, maybe a little too blunt.

"Sorry, I'm touchy for some reason."

Silence.

"Ermmm, I gotta go. Bye."

Harry rose out of his chair and sprinted out of the Gryffindor common room. As soon as the portrait closed behind him, he shook his head. Humans, tch. Soft little things.

Harry made his way, undetected thanks to a disillusion charm, out of the castle and into the Forbidden Forest. He didn't want to use the Invisibility Cloak what with Dumbledore on the prowl. The stupid head teacher was looking for Harry having planned another test for the boy. The stupid yet clever man would detect the magic that the cloak used.

Suddenly something large dropped in front of him. Something extremely large. Harry stepped back one pace. Normally he wouldn't do that. Normally he would just crush the stupid creature with his magic. But this case wasn't normal… in a manner of speaking. The boy's body wouldn't be able to cope if he released said magic onto the creature. So at the moment he had to do things manually and gradually. The creature roared bring Harry's faerie out of its thoughts. He sighed and began to study the creature. It was large, extremely large though that was kind of obvious. It was caked in mud with random splashes of green. Its head was a semicircle stuck in the torso of the creature. The eyes were a dark ominous green. Then it opened its mouth and roared again, this time giving Harry a clear view of it several rows of brown irregular teeth. It raised its arms, huge muddy arms that randomly protruded from the sides of its torso. They weren't even in proportion. It moved towards Harry, placing one gigantic leg in front of the other, in uneven steps. This was going to be an easy task. The creature brought its arms crashing down fast, too fast for a thing that size. Harry jumped then he propelled himself, magic wise, higher. He landed on a tree branch. The creature was now beneath him and it was lumbering around looking for its prey.

" Frendo Pulvis(2)" Harry whispered performing wandless magic. This was a liability as any form of magic would alert the damned Hogwarts head teacher. And then all the pieces fit together. The stupid man was looking for him and the stupid old man knew he wasn't using the Cloak, as the cloak's magically signature was still in Hogwarts. The stupid then figured what better way to lure him out than to put him in a situation in which he would have to use magic meaning that the stupid old man would be able to find him. Perfect, he had to move quickly.

The creature screamed as its spine was crushed beneath the spell. Frendo Pulvis, a spell that simply crushed the object or person it was aimed at. But the spell wasn't fast enough, he needed another.

"Disputatio(3)" he whispered again. The air crackled with electricity, trees swayed showing their displeasure with the changed in air pressure. Then the creature screamed again as its arm was ripped off by some invisible force, and next went its leg. Harry frowned, the spell hadn't worked the way it was meant to, it was meant to rip apart the creature, literally, leaving little next to no trace of said creature. The spell was classified as 'Dark' for obvious reasons even though it took strong wizards to use it. Dumbledore must have noticed that the spell just cast was a particularly strong one and must be rushing to this spot. Harry needed a stronger spell, but that would mean he had to alert most of the teachers in Hogwarts to the presence of a strong magical thing. Oh well, they wouldn't suspect him anyways.

"Siccus Frendo(4)," again Harry whispered this time pouring more than usual magic into his words. The creature didn't even get a chance to make a sound as ever muscle in it's body was destroyed, including it's brain. "Disputatio." this time the spell worked. As the body of the creature fell to the forest floor it exploded sending shockwaves for about 5 yards. Harry sighed as his hair whipped around his eyes. Well that was over. Then he just realised, the stupid old man would realise that the spells being cast where "dark" and would most likely come running. And Harry didn't have time to cover up his magic, bummer.

Harry needed to rid himself of that old man one way or another.

Harry couldn't be bothered to walk so instead he levitated 5 inches of the ground using his magic to propel himself along. It wasn't like he needed to conserve his magic. Far from that, he needed to make use of it as much as he could else Harry's body would fail as a result of a magic overload. Sooner than expected Harry found himself at his man made glade. The faerie felt a weight lifted off his mind. He could relax more now. Plus he didn't have to worry about that stupid old man, the glade had it's magical protection. He sighed and took in the sweet scented air of the lake. Then he heard a squeak, he looked up at the lake.

"Fuck,"

The lake was frozen over, which was impossible for Harry hadn't tampered with it and it was that cold yet. Dumbledore. Then he heard another squeak. Sliding on his belly was the Bixie that his host and his lover's host and hatched. The creature slid towards him, it jumped, Harry put his palm forward, the Bixie twirled in the air while chirping and then landed on Harry's palm. It was warm despite having just slid over ice. Harry looked at the lake again, then at the blue, sleeping bundle of fur in his palm. The Bixie had frozen over the entire lake. He like this creature. Then he felt something warm and familiar next to him.

"About bloody time you got here." Draco whispered.

"Hmmm, I thought you weren't going to come."

"That's for me to decided, not for you to conclude. But you're right I wasn't going to come but I need some questions answered and I need to speak with Ha-Potter."

The faerie cocked an eyebrow, "Well fire."

Draco frowned in reply, "What?"

"It means to ask me the questions. You wizards, you really have to get out into the world. And stop with the Muggle prejudice, you were all Muggles at first."

"Okay… Are all faeries like you?"

Harry eyelids dropped, "no, unfortunately. I wish he were here. Anyways ask your questions."

"He? Whose he?"

"You should know. I told you yesterday."

Draco lifted an eyebrow. Harry looked at him for a moment then sighed.

"You don't need to worry your pretty little head."

Draco frowned and mentally cocked an eyebrow, "What?"

"Nothing… Your questions?"

"Yes. Yesterday you said Potter was merging with you. Why exactly is he? Merging with you that is?"

"Well, I don't know why. He's not supposed to be, as you might have guessed. It's something the Fates want; when this is over I will give them a piece of my mind. But I do think it's something to do with the annihilation of the human race or something along those lines, it also to do with my twin."

"Your twin is the faerie of Voldermort, right?"

"He's not the faerie of Voldermort. Voldermort is simply his host. The way you say it, it seems us faeries are indebted to human. Pfft, they wished."

"Technically you are, for without us, according to you, you'd all be dead."

Harry looked at him with disdain. "You have to be observant don't you."

Draco smiled, "You mentioned the Fates. I thought they weren't real."

"The Fates are as real as you and me. But they are not as they are when mentioned in the Greek Mythologies. They govern over everything that exists, though they have no real power. They control what is, what was and what will be. That is why people think they are so powerful. Hmmm… Maybe I should tell you about the Fates, they are an interesting topic and then you can talk to Harry."

"Erm… okay. But do I really need to know?"

"Yes you do. Because you have something to do with what's going on, you do. They might try to do things to you, like they have tried to do to Harry, and you need to know how to protect yourself."

Draco stared at Harry almost blankly. "Carry on then."

"Okay. Sit please," Harry gestured towards a wooden bench that any rich Wizard would die to have, "this might take long." Harry took a breath, a long one. "Okay, before I go on, I need to swear you to secrecy. What I am about to tell you, you cannot tell to anyone who is not affiliated with Harry in the following ways. By blood. By my blood, apart from my twin. And when the person's fate is entwined with both yours and Harry's. Don't worry you'll get to notice that when I'm done. Do you swear?"

1- Tripudium means to rejoice.

2- Frendo Pulvis- Frendo means to crush and Pulvis mean dust, so the spell means Crush to Dust.

3- Disputatio mean dispute. The spell basically uses air pressure by focusing the air at one point so the pressure builds and then it's too much and the thing being aimed at rips apart.

4- Siccus Frendo, like I said Frendo meant crush and Siccus means dry. I wanted to use wither but I couldn't find it.

There finished at last. It was meant to be longer but I don't want it that long. If I didn't stop right now, by the time I had finished it would have been like 10,000 or so words. Cause like I said I was aiming to make Draco talk to Harry but I needed to fit in some more questions from Draco to Harry's faerie. Yah people, do you think I need to name Harry's faerie, and if you do can you give me suggestions. For the next chapter I don't know when it gonna be finished 'cause I have to go somewhere for the next two weeks. The deadline though is end of February. I'm so tired after typing like 3 pages in like 2 hours. I'm lazy. Also, not-so dedicated fans, I am sick at the moment, and I have to take multi-vitamin tablet which is making my waist go down. Arrrggghhh.

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