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If you've noticed I have named each chapter. Just to warn you, the chapter name has almost nothing to do the chapter itself, so please do not get confused.
I said in the last chapter that Draco would get to talk to Harry but that didn't happen. So in this chapter they will talk. They'll get to know each other better. Nothing is wrong with the name Demyx; I just thought some people wouldn't like it if I used the name of some character from Kingdom Hearts.
Thanks you Lunadia for suggesting names. Erm… soz but I don't think they'd qualify but I'm gonna use two of them. Sorry to disappoint you, thank you for the names though. And I'm also naming Harry and Draco Bixie. Wait, I'll name him Rima. Thank you again Lunadia. Now on with the story.
Yah, thank you suki53, yes there is a RW/BZ I came up with it when I pictured a ginger friend of my pregnant. I found the image of Ron pregnant with someone's child utterly hilarious.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his friends or his enemies. They all belong to J.K.Rowling. Remember I simply rented them for my own evil purposes. The only original things in this story are my Faeries, my Fates and my Bixie. No one steal them, unless you ask me, which I seriously doubt.
Chapter 5
"Do you think I should?"
"You shouldn't if you know that you are not trustworthy. Because if you do my power will befall you in the worst way that you can imagine, being literal in that sense. So… do you?"
Draco sighed, "I do."
"Okay let's begin. Give me you hand," Draco handed him his hand, "Repeat after me. I, Draconia Lucius Pectus Nevermoth Malfoy, swear by my blood not to speak of the matter of which Harry Potter's blood faerie will speak of, to any soul that abides in this realm. If I do may Harry Potter's blood faerie's wrath fall open me?"
Draco repeated what the boy had just said.
"Okay done."
"That's it? No blood is needed? No wand, no spell, no writing, no binding?"
"No. That the way us faeries do our swearing. It works too. I don't need you blood because I have no need of it, I don't do writings. Spells aren't needed here 'cause you're already bonded by your words and your magic. Your faerie is the one who bound you, it all complicated. You don't need to know it. Anyways I should be telling you about the Fates." Draco nodded.
"No on knows how the Fates came into being, they just did. I guess they're just Nature version of Managers and all that crap. Well, yah like I said they control what is and what was and what is to come. They govern over every single thing that is in existence. But only to a certain degree. They can only outline something's life. Give various plots concerning things. For example, the Sun. The Fates caused to be in existence so it could support life in this Solar System. They can cause things to be but they cannot undo that thing, for it would unravel the whole fabric of Time and Space and then destroy them for they would become idle and we can't have that can we? They control what happens to a person, the birth, life, death. But of course with billions of life in the universe, they can't look after everyone at the same time. They abide out of time and so can manipulate it. That contributes to their power. That is what true magic is. The manipulation of time and space. The ability to control Quintessence. Us faeries can do that as can other beings. The Fates are adepts at control time, they are powerful but not that powerful. If you happen to met them in the realm of Time, they will be extremely manipulative and clever. Do not underestimate them. Ever.
"There are three Fates, naturally. The first, oldest and most powerful of the trio is Clothmyo. She rarely ventures into the realm of Time. She likes wearing the shape of an old crooked lady with white hair, in white robes, with a white rowan walking stick. She deals mostly with Death, determining when one's life will end and how. Of course she hates those who have found a way to escape her as some beings, including faeries, have. She is very sinister and would qualify as the Devil's mother. If you ever meet her run, turn tail and run. She despises life and will make any attempt of wiping it out. The Father Faerie could barely defeat her.
"The second, youngest, second most powerful is Levitarius. She deals with Life. She usually takes the form of a young dark haired teen, clothed in black. Her sense of fashion is always somewhat provocative. I think the last time I saw her she was in some sort of punk French Maid getup. She likes relating but she like to stay out of Time. She is the opposite of Clothmyo and there is an animosity between them so they argue a lot, there was a time Clothmyo challenged her to make a contest of power. In the aftermath, a whole lot more beings died out with no new creatures coming into existence.
"And then we come to that last." Harry's facial expression changed to one of loathing and disdain. "The least powerful and the most manipulative of the Fates. He is hated every where in the universe, at least the places I've being to. He is a total sociopath, loving misery, pain, and manipulating other. He made my mother go mad. His name is Rayn. He changes appearances on every venture to the realm of Time, though he has this evil stench around him. Unfortunately, I've had the pleasure of meeting him thrice now. On two occasions I nearly killed him. After our first meeting, he manipulated me and made me do things, things that made my mother go mad, meaning that she had to be locked up so her immense power would not destroy our realm. After the first occasion of me whooping his arse, he manipulated Levitarius to create the human race and then he wrote into the human fate our imprisonment. He orchestrated the mass imprisonment of most faeries. No doubt he personally manipulated that particular Malfoy into rousing the whole community of the first wizards. I bet he's planning to get me back again, for beating him that second time. Something to do with me, Tobey and…" He sighed. "And Archeon."
Draco raised an eyebrow as he noticed the faerie's head drop at the last name. "Who are Tobey and Archeon?" He had already guessed who Archeon was; he just wanted to make sure.
"Tobey is my brother, who Rayn imprisoned in Voldermort, whose pain I can constantly feel. Archeon…" the faerie looked up at the sky, which was now dusted with stars, "sweet Archeon. Archeon is my lover. He is my soul mate. I love him. More than anything in the world. But I fear that thanks to me he will be put through pain too." Harry sighed. "It's all my fault"
Draco shook his head. "Potter's personality has been rubbing on you."
"What?" the faerie lifted Harry's head.
"Potter's the one who is so self conscious, so self centred. He thinks that the world revolves around him. That everything is his fault, when it actually isn't. He thinks he's the only one with problem, so blind."
Harry frowned. "Anyways. Rayn is most likely the reason why I am merging with Harry. There's something bigger going on. He's the one why Voldermort is why he is. He's planning something big. All just to get back at me. All just because I allowed him to manipulate me."
Draco shook his head again. He opened his mouth to say something- then his world turned white.
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Albus Trecther Dumbledore, most powerful wizard in the British Isles, knew that he had to find Harry James Potter. Else, soon, he would become the second most powerful wizard in the British Isles. And of course, if he couldn't find Harry James Potter, he would never be able to get rid of his prodigy, Tom Riddle Marvolo, a.k.a Lord Voldermort. And he would lose control over the magical population. He sighed. If only Harry James Potter had stayed the same stupid boy he had always been Albus would have been able to rule the magical community without being the Minister of Magic. If only Harry James Potter has stayed the same he would be sitting in his office having lemon sherbet, with a bit of cherry drops. If Tom Riddle Marvolo had stayed the same cautious, smart man, not the retarded wannabee Dark Wizard that he was now, maybe Albus Trecther Dumbledore would not have to become Subla Dore, his other manipulative personality. If only.
Albus sighed, looking back to that day when he realized he had another personality. The day that his love had told him spell went wrong and he was left with a spirit in his head. The day it had all began.
Oh well, no time for reminiscing. He stopped walking. And then he gasped. Such strong dark magic. So unbelievable. If he was to face the wielder of this magic in combat he was almost sure he would die. He needed to find Harry James Potter.
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"Ron. Has Harry returned yet?" Hermione asked from behind her new Jane Austen novel
"No."
"Where could he be?"
"I don't know."
Hermione lowered her book and looked at Ron. The boy was obviously deep in thought.
"What are you thinking about Ron?"
"Demyx. I wonder if she's alright. I'm scared what that bastard would do to her. Stupid Slytherin." Then suddenly he blushed.
"Mummy, why is Uncle Ron's face red?" Aedan said from atop Hermione's head.
Aedan was Hermione and Theo's Bixie.
"I don't know."
Ron's blush intensified as he saw Hermione smile.
"W-What?"
"Nothing." But of course it was something. She remembered when she had a crush on Ron. That whenever she thought about him, she always ended up blushing.
Aedan giggled. Hermione couldn't wait until Ron found out why she was smiling.
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"Blaise?"
"Yes Theo?" replied the dark skinned beauty.
"Why were you flirting with that red head?"
"I was not flirting with that… thing. Who do you think I am? Pansy?"
"What are you suggesting, Blaise?" asked Pansy cocking an eyebrow. She waltzed into the room and plonked herself gracefully onto an armchair.
"That you flirt with everything that moves," he replied not taking his eyes of his painting.
"Well I'm sorry that I steal boys away from you." She stuck out her tongue at him.
"Anyways. Blaise, I'm smart enough to see that you're lying." Theo rolled his eyes.
"Yah but obviously not smart enough to shut up about it."
"Oh what's this? Blaise is trying to get the attention of that orange headed freak."
"He's ginger. And by the way I have an affinity for gingers, besides it'd be fun to bed him. He looks like one of those sorts."
"Oh one of those sorts, hey. Hear that Theo? This will be fun."
"Hmmmm," the brunette was deeply engrossed in his book.
"There finished." Blaise turned the canvas around, to show his two hour work, "like it?"
Pansy raised her eyebrows and smiled, clearly suppressing a laugh. Theo had lowered his book, his eyes were amused. There was silence.
"It's all orange-"
"-And red."
"You don't like it?"
"It's not that we don't like it Blaise. It's very good." Pansy gave the thumbs-up to justify Theo's statement. "But it's very… hmmm what the word?"
"Blatant?" suggested Pansy.
"Yes, blatant. It's very blatant and suggestive. If one of the other Slytherins who took Care for Magical Creatures came in, he'd know why it was all red and orange. It was pretty obvious you were flirting with Weasley. Wasn't it Pansy?"
Pansy shook her head.
"Well it was to me."
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"Draco's right. Harry's rubbing off on you Avairy. You aren't normally like this. You're more of- it's your bloody fault you stupid peasant," said Draco. Well at least said his voice. But Harry's faerie knew who it was.
"Archeon? Is that you?" Avairy, Harry's faerie, looked up at Draco, eyes wide with happiness.
Draco smiled, "Yes. I've missed you."
Avairy reached up and touched Archeon's cheeks, he breathed, "But how?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's Draco's exposure to your magic. Or maybe it's just fate.
"Yes, maybe."
"I don't have much time. I just wanted to say it's not your fault. Nothing your fault. Don't beat yourself up over it. It pains me to see you in such a state. It isn't your fault you fell in love with Rayn." Archeon pulled Harry's body close to him, and held him. "I love you, no matter what. Never forget that. And you really have to do something about Harry's hair, it's not nice. Grow it longer and straighten it."
Avairy laughed, "Okay. I know. Anything for you. I love you."
"I love you too." With two fingers, Archeon raised Avairy's chin, lowered his. And pressed his lips to Avairy's. At that moment at which the two lips touched, Draco woke.
He woke to find his lips pressed against something incredibly soft. He opened his eyes. He was kissing Potter. He was kissing Harry Potter. Then Potter's lips parted and from all the training Draco had had, his tongue slipped expertly into Potter's mouth. Draco gasped, receiving a moan from Harry. Then he closed his eyes. Draco was overwhelmed by the sensations he got hit with. Warmth, sweetness, sadness, pain, joy, happiness, elation, countless others. Oh he could go on forever. He could kiss Potter forever. He had never felt so ecstatic before, so alive, so… weightless. It felt like time had stopped. Like reality had stopped. All the worries washed away. This could be his heroin. But then, being the pragmatic crap-tard he was, he pulled away. Harry moaned in protest, and then opened his eyes.
Then there was an awkward silence.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
Avairy's head dropped, "nothing. Do you remember anything?"
"Er… yes… you were blaming yourself and then everything went white and next thing I know, I'm lip locked with Potter."
"Well forget the last part happened." The faerie said rather bluntly.
"Okay. Anyways, if whenever you meet Rayn, do not attempt to talk to him. Just ignore him. He can't do anything to you unless you listen to him. And I'm warning you, never listen to Rayn. He is a lying manipulative bastard. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." Draco was half listening to Avairy and half thinking about the kiss.
Avairy sighed. "Harry wants to talk with you."
"What?" Warmth splashed his cheeks.
"Harry wants to talk to you." The faerie repeated.
"Okay." Draco looked up at Harry's hair. He smiled. In the centre of the dark bush was his Bixie. Hmm, he needed to name him.
"Malfoy?"
"What?" Draco's voice was harsher now.
"About the… erm… you know…"
Draco looked down. Harry was blushing like crazy; it almost made him smile, almost. "It's okay. Just forget about it." 'Cause I know you will, even though I won't. Draco punched himself mentally for being so sentimental.
"Okay. And about this morning-"
"Yah. I know. I was a right bastard. And I'm…" say it, just say it, "I'm…" goddamn it "I'm sorry. And I mean it."
Harry brightened up.
"I didn't mean those things I said. It's just." If I want to help him I have to tell him. "My father, he makes me drink these potions. Compulsion Potions. They make me do what a perfect, in his eyes, son would do. For a Malfoy, a perfect would obey his father; look down on those whose blood isn't as pure as theirs. But I'm not like that. I don't want to join Voldermort. I'm smart enough to see that the bastard is crazy and retarded. That he'll lose and bring me down with him. I think he's done something to my father. My father's changed. He's longer the loving man he used to be.
"I remember back when we used to go to picnics and holidays to Paris or Dubai. And he used to be proud of me. I remember when I used magic for the first time, how proud he was of me. But then these past 6 years he's been so distant. So harsh. He beat me and locked me in my room for 3 days without food when I told him that I was in a relationship with a boy. And when he found out my quidditch matches and how you've been beating me. And he was… I swear he was gonna kill me when I told I didn't want to be a Death Eater" Draco stopped and looked down at Harry.
Harry was staring at the ground.
"At least you're lucky you have parents, even if they're twisted. You're lucky you don't have parents who lock you in a room to starve every summer? Who kept you in a cupboard when you were a little kid, who treat you like you're a freak of nature? You're lucky you don't have parents who take every chance they get to beat you to a pulp, that treat like the lowest of slaves. Who ignore you everyday, who neglected you?" Harry carried on.
By the time he had finished Draco was shaking with anger. How could Muggles treat their own flesh and blood this way? How could they treat a Wizard this way? How dare they have the audacity to commit such abuse? How could they do this to some one who was loosely, very, related to a Malfoy? More so, how could they do this to Harry? And now he felt selfish and self-centred. Harry's plight was more than his. But he had always thought that no one's life could be that bad. He'd heard rumours that the Boy Who Lived was abused at his home, but like most people, had waved it off as a rumour. He turned his head and looked down at Potter. Tears were running down his cheeks but he was smiling. Then he noticed Draco looking at him.
"It feels nice to finally tell someone."
Draco was taken aback. "You mean you haven't told you friends?"
"No. I don't know. They might do something irrational. Especially Ron." He laughed.
"Yah, probably due to his upbringing." Harry frowned. "Sorry, force of habit."
"I'm sorry about his morning. What I said about you and your friends."
"It's okay. I mean nothing really affect me anymore."
"That's a lie."
Draco was surprised about how he and Harry were getting on. He'd thought they'd always remain enemies. That that huge rift between them would never heal. But obviously it was. He didn't know how to feel about this development. Happy, maybe he'd just gained the attention of the person that he wanted attention from. But if his father found out, he would either kick him out or exploit him. And he didn't want that. If his father decided to exploit him, no doubt Voldermort would be involved. And meeting the Dark Lord again scared the shit out of Draco. Those eyes that looked deeply into you mind, scaring you deeply. And that disgusting way he looked at Draco, that repulsive lusting look. And those touches. Draco shivered just thinking about it. Oh yes, Lord Voldermort was a paedophile. A freak who liked to touch Draco up. Almost every Death Eater knew about the Dark Lord's … the word fascination was an understatement- the Dark's Lords obsession with the young Malfoy. No one dared to say anything about it, even if they were disgusted. Narcissa couldn't say anything about it, but the way she looked at Draco, he knew she cared. He knew his mother felt sorry for him. But his father. He didn't care, sometimes it looked he favoured the disgusting relationship. And Draco himself, he never talked about it. For it shamed him. It made him think himself disgusting. It filled him self-loathing. He remembered when it all started, in Fourth Year; he had been much more suicidal then. But at least the Dark Lord hadn't tried to have sex with him. If he had… Draco would kill himself. Blaise and Pansy had always wanted to know why he was so suicidal- he still was- but he never told. He didn't want to; he was scared of what they would say. Would they be disgusting or would they pity him.
Pft, he subconsciously shook his head. The to-be-Malfoy Lord scared? That should never be, his father had said once. As one of the highest families in the magical community, he must seem to above measly emotions. Not to be weaken by them.
'You must be strong in the eyes of the people, so that they can look up to you' Lucius Malfoy had once said.
But small Draco has frowned, and then pouted. His father had picked up on that.
'But of course you don't have to be really strong; you just have to show it. That shouldn't be too much for my little boy.' Lucius had then proceeded to pick up the blonde and swing him in his strong arms.
Draco smiled remembering those times. And he missed them terribly. Sure his mother still found time to talk to him and spend time with him. But what boy would not want to spend time with his father. Draco sighed.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked
What? Then he remembered. This was a rather bad habit, going off into thought in the middle of a conversation. Wait, he was doing it again.
"Erm… You said that what I said about your friends didn't affect you, but that's not true. You were crying."
Harry looked down. "Yah, I seem fond of doing that now-a-days don't I?"
Draco didn't reply.
"What I meant was it doesn't affect me in the way it usually does. Normally I would punch you in the face numerous time. And sorry for that by the way."
"So why didn't punch me then?" Draco ignored his apology.
"Because I was tired. And I was in no shape to fight." Wow, Draco thought, a Gryffindor using his brain! "And like I said, I was in a lot of pain."
Silence.
"Are you in pain now?" Draco whispered.
Harry smiled, and then whispered back, "Yes, but not much."
More silence. Then suddenly and unexpectedly, the Bixie jumped into Draco's laps, making Draco smile.
"So why do you not want to tell your … friends about your co- your situation?" Draco asked, knowing well that it was his place to ask such a question.
Harry laughed- a laugh that warmed Draco heart- for some odd reason- at the fact that Draco had paused before saying friends. "I can't tell them even if I wanted to, only Avairy can. Why? I don't know some odd contract that he won't tell me about.
"And even if I could tell them, I don't think I would. No, I know I wouldn't tell them. They would betray me almost instantly, and they wouldn't know that they were betraying me." This comment made Draco raise his brow, "They might think me crazy and inform someone, mostly likely Dumbledore, of my disposition in the hopes that I would get help and get better. Or they might actually believe me but thinking that I need help anyways would inform someone or Dumbledore. And if they do inform Dumbledore, I'd be in deep load of shit"
Draco cocked an eyebrow at this, "And them informing the old goon is bad because...? I mean, yah I dislike him but I don't see why you would dislike him. Last I checked, he's the one whose being protecting you from Voldermort. You're his golden boy.
Harry shook is head, "No that's not true. He pretends like I'm his golden boy. But he truly hates. Truly and deeply hates me. That's why he left me at my relatives. He knew the maltreatment they'd give me. In First Year, he knew about Voldermort's plan to get the Philosopher's Stone. He could have stopped it but he wanted me to try, so that I could get killed in the process. When that failed, he feigned ignorance and just waited till Second Year. Dumbledore could have gone against the basilisk but no, again he just let me go fight the basilisk. If it wasn't for Fawkes, I'd be dead. And in Fourth Year, he could use Leglimens on Moody, he knew who Moody truly was, Dumbledore knew his plan but he still let him into the school. Moody could have killed innocent students but Dumbledore didn't care, he wanted to get rid of me."
"What?" Draco was surprised; who knew the good-two-shoes had it in him, "Why would Dumbledore want the only hope for the Wizarding Community dead?"
"Because he's jealous. He's demented. He wants power, recognition and I'm taking that away from him. If I defeat Voldermort, Dumbledore would be the second most powerful wizard and who cares about the second most powerful wizard. Dumbledore likes to pull strings, he likes to get his own way but when he loses his power he lose the ability to manipulate people. There's always the option of turning to the dark side, but Dumbledore hates fear. And when he becomes a dark wizard, everyone will fear him and then he'd have to kill them and then he'd have no one to manipulate. And manipulating people his is favourite hobby."
Draco tried not to look shocked but he failed. He knew Dumbledore was crazy and senile but he had blamed that on Dumbledore's age. Really, who would expect a 100 man to stay sane? Draco gulped – not in fear- and said, "So how do you know all this?"
"Because after my 16th birthday, I discovered my innate Leglimens ability along with the Occulemency. And with my merging with Aviary, these abilities grew stronger and uncontrollable, and I took several unwanted trips into the minds of people I knew. My relative, Ron and Hermoine... Dumbledore. In their minds I found several things that I did not want or need to know. But I guess it helped me. I now know what to expect from people and what not to expect." He laughed, "Who knew how much people hate me or dislike me? Who knew that I could be so self centred? Who knew how condescending I was? So oblivious to people problem, always concentrating on mine? I used to be so selfish." The boy proceeded to bury his face in his palms, "Now I'm trying not to be so selfish, not so condescending. To notice people's problems. Trying to get people not to hate me. But I'm failing. I mean you still hate me, right?"
Harry turned his face to Draco, tears in his emerald eyes. Draco didn't know what to say, all he wanted to do was to gather up the other boy in his arms and cradle him till the end of time. All Draco could feel was the subtle warmth radiating from the Lake. He raised his hand and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"No I don't hate you."
Harry blinked.
"If I hated you I would never talk to you, I would never have associated myself with you, whether to piss you off or not. If I hated you, I wouldn't be here right now. I would never have tried to apologise to you."
"So we're just acquaintances?"
"Acquaintance means friend."
"So we're not friends?"
"I don't know." Draco looked away. Why was Harry asking him this?
"I'm sorry. It's just... the thing with Hermoine and Ron. I mean they think they're my friends but they're not.
"Ron only hangs around with me because he wants to impress people. He wants to show them that he's not just a Weasley. He wants to become popular and being friends with me would make him popular. He's too stupid to know this. But at times he realises how much he resents me, simply because so many people know me."
Draco tried his best not to look shocked- but he failed, miserably.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Harry asked.
"I always thought that you were selfish. Self-centred. I always thought you thought the world revolved around you. I was wrong about that."
"I know I heard what you said to Aviary."
Draco continued on. "And you blame yourself for everything that's happened, even though it's not your fault. And –"
"You're wrong. It is my fault. If I wasn't the chosen one, my parents would not have died. If I wasn't the Chosen One, Sirius would still be alive. If I wasn't born, no one would need to die. It's my fault that Voldermort is-"
"Potter, please, if you want to be pessimistic at least be a little pragmatic. If you weren't alive, most likely your parents and Sirius Black would be dead by now. For crying out loud they were in the Order Of the Phoenix. If you weren't alive, a whole load more people would be dead. If you weren't alive, England would be ruled by an insane hypocrite. Yes there are down sides to you been alive, same thing for everyone. But there are more good sides than bad. You have to look on the bright side of things." Again he mentally punched himself for being so sentimental.
Harry stared at him with those beryl eyes.
Draco made the mistake of looking at them.
Oh fuck, he whispered mentally. Those eyes were awesome. Endless pits filled with the emerald flames of death. Yet so alive. So beautiful. How could he not have noticed those eyes before? Merlin, if he had, he was sure Harry Potter would not be a virgin by now.
"Draco. Why are you staring at me like that? It's unnerving."
Oh curses, Draco turned his eyes to look at the lake. He felt his cheeks heat up. "Nothing."
"Okay. Do you really think that? That it's because of me that people aren't dying that much."
Draco frowned. Good think Blaise was more clueless than Harry.
"Yes Potter. You were the one whom the killing curse rebounded off. You were the one who weakened Voldermort. Weakened him so that some of us could have normal lives."
"It wasn't me."
"What?"
"It was my mother. Lily. When she sacrificed her life for mine, she unwittingly cast an ancient protection spell. Voldermort cannot, at least could not, touch me until I'm 17."
Who thought the muggle born was capable of performing blood spells, especially protection blood spells. It was impossible to have cast the spell unwittingly as ancient spells required runes and pre-incantations, the witch would have known Voldermort was coming for her son and would have prepared the spell. Draco smiled, she was actually smart. Lily Potter had known that her family could not evade the Dark Lord- even though he was insane he was still the Dark Lord- and so she had protected her son whom she knew would be the hope of the British Wizard Community.
"But the protection has failed. When Voldermort used my blood to bring himself back, he bypassed the protection."
Draco would have cuffed Potter over the head, but he didn't. "It hasn't failed. Blood spells are very specific. Even if Voldermort was your twin brother and had the same blood as you did, the protection against him would still work. It's just weakened; it's slower now that's all."
Inside Draco was laughing. How could the Dark Lord be so naive? How could Tom Riddle call himself the Dark Lord when he obviously didn't know the basics of casting blood spells?
"Oh."
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Blaise drew his hand softly along Demyx's warm, warm fur. He looked down at the Bixie. The orange red fur suddenly brought the scowling face of one certain other red head to his mind. He groaned. Maybe Pansy and Theo were right, maybe he was too infatuated with the boy.
Besides, he shouldn't even be infatuated with the youngest Weasley boy. Blaise was never interested in anything he couldn't get, and Blaise was almost sure that the boy was as straight as an oak tree. But weren't oak trees normally crooked anyways. Then Blaise smiled as he realised what he had just thought. Ron Weasley as straight as an oak and as big as an oak tree.
"Father please, stop thinking in third person and stop think about my Mother like that. It's rather disgusting, he's so insipid."
Blaise quelled a laugh. Damn the Bixie's telepathy. "Don't about you mother that way. I'll tell him."
"Whatever," replied Demyx, "Father, shut up I'm trying to concentrate.
Blaise shook his head. Obviously Demyx was taking after him. It was true the Bixie had to concentrate. In front of Demyx floated a fireball. A fireball that when dropped, which would happen if Demyx lost his concentration, would incinerate Blaise's bed. And we wouldn't want that now do we? Blaise thought. Hmm. Blaise looked around. Where was Draco.
xXx
"So what should we name him?" Draco said breaking the silence that had enveloped the two boys.
"Hmmm?"
"What should we name him? You know, the Bixie that we hatched today?"
"Oh. I don't know. Jack?"
"Are you joking? It's so plain."
"Okay then? What do you have in mind?"
Okay, now faced with the question, Draco suddenly realised that he had no name to give to the Bixie.
"Er..."
Harry laughed silently, "so you don't even have a name for him?"
Draco raised his chin, "Yah I do. It's..."
"Oh for crying out loud. My name is Rima. You two are so incoherent. Didn't you listen to the physic voice in your mind?" said a random voice.
Draco looked up at Harry's hair. The Bixie was awake and staring, more like glaring, at Draco. I t was pretty obvious the voice had come from him.
Draco's eyes widened, "He talks?" he said in amazement and puzzlement
"Yes he does. Did you listen at all in the Care for Magical Creatures class."
"No. Why bother."
"So why did you take it in the first place."
"Because... I don't know?" he really didn't know.
Then something suddenly clicked in Draco mind. He and Harry were getting along and they were talking like friends. Maybe, just a maybe, when the whole Voldermort and Rayn thing had blown over, maybe Draco and Harry could be friends. Draco sure as hell hoped so.
Harry brought out his wand and cast a tempus.
"Crap. I need to go. Get some sleep. We have Potions tomorrow morning. Snape will crucify me if I fall asleep in his class."
Draco nodded. He didn't have to sleep. He could stay a whole 3 days without sleep and he would still look hot.
"Goodbye Malfoy." Then Harry's eyes glowed. "And hello Malfoy."
"Hello Aviary. I was meaning to ask-"
Aviary rolled his eyes, "Hello Rima"
"Hello great one."
"You two know each other."
"All magical creatures know who Faerie are."
"Oh okay. So anyways, I was meaning to ask-" again Draco was interrupted.
"Sorry, Malfoy. But I gotta go. Hermione's waiting up for me. She wants to ask me something."
And with that the faerie turned around and walked away.
Woo wee , finally finished Chapter Five. Yea. And it's the end of January nort Febuary. Go me. And it's longer than most of my chapters. Yah, guess you I'm introducing next chapter. He's the main antagonist of my fiction. Pulling the strings is what he does best. And Avairy hates him with a passion. Woo. Please review, please i beg thee. I'd really appreciate it if you did. Whether good or bad, I don't care, just review please.Oh I know. If I don't get more than my usual amount of review, 10. I won't updated until the end of March. So please, cause I wanna update sooner but you guys don't review that much.