AN- I wasn't sure about continuing this story and I'm still not sure but I figured I'd give it another chapter to see if the response is better this time around. There is some violence and swearing in this chapter. This will be a Harry Draco male on male slash if you don't like this I suggest you stop reading now. I don't want flames later because you chose not to read the Author's note.
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The next morning Draco got tiredly out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, when he passed the guest room the door was open and Severus was sleeping in a recliner next to the bed. The teen Draco now knew was named Asher and a creature of some sort was asleep on his stomach.
The area where the gashes had been the day before now had bloody stubs jutting out of them. Draco was no idiot, he knew the teen was in the process of growing wings. The blond didn't know it was such a slow painful process for a creature to go through their inheritance though.
He was glad he hadn't had to go through one , He wondered what kind of creature Asher was though and how old he was. Most creatures went through their change on their seventeenth birthday some however mostly those involving growing wings didn't occur until the creature in questions body decided they were ready but it would never happen before the seventeenth birthday.
Well except for in Asher's case apparently.
Draco spent his day as he had every day since they had arrived here, reading in the garden. It was almost as if they didn't have guests both of them spent the day sleeping. When Severus finally did wake up he came out of the room for food and a restroom break then at around dusk he locked the door to the bedroom barricading Asher and himself into the room.
The rest of the week went the same way, each day Draco would look into the guest room to see the bloody stubs a little larger and as the week went on they grew feather and began to actually look like wings.
Draco wondered what Hogwart's was going to do without a potions professor it was nearing the end of August and Snape hadn't done anything to prepare for the upcoming school year that Draco knew of anyway. The man was either sleeping or caring for his son.
Making his way towards breakfast as was his normal routine Draco found the bedroom door to be open again. Only now Severus wasn't in the chair and the teen had a fully developed set of feathery wings sticking out of his shoulders. They were a deep shocking shade of purple and even though they were pulled in Draco could tell their span had to be huge.
The blond glance down the hall and inside the room to make sure Severus wasn't around before he entered the room and approached the sleeping teen. Something made him want to touch the the boy but he wasn't sure what the magnetic pull was. Sure Asher was attractive in every way you can picture attractive, tall, strong, tan, muscles on top of muscles.
Draco shook his head to clear his thoughts. Draco Malfoy was not gay, had never been gay, and would never be gay. Still his hand reached out to stroke the teenager's cheek. As soon as his skin made contact with Asher's however he he found himself back at Malfoy Manor.
Death eaters were gathered around the dining room table and The Dark Lord sat at the head. There was a muggle woman pinned to the table and each of the death eaters were taking a turn with her. Right there in front of everyone.
Suddenly all eyes were on Draco and Lucius was prodding at him with his cane. "Go on son. Time to become a man."
"Draco, Draco, It's not real. Fight it." A voice that seemed far away floated to him. Draco finally recognized it as Severus' voice but Severus hadn't been present at that particular meeting. Of which Draco had been glad, That night he had been forced to do things he would regret for the rest of his life. The voice continued and Draco began to realize what he was seeing had been in the past. The vision before him began to swim out of focus bringing back the guest room at the home he and his mother had been living in.
Severus was leaning over him where he was sprawled on the floor and from the bed a teenager was staring at him with the saddest expression Draco had ever seen. There was something more there as well however. In the now sapphire blue eyes Draco saw not only sadness but disgust and self loathing. Draco knew this expression well he had worn it himself on several occasions.
He didn't have time to dwell on it though because Severus had yanked him to his feet and removed him from the bedroom.
"What the hell was that?" Draco demanded As soon as they were in the kitchen.
"What was what?" Severus questioned pretending not to know what Draco was talking about.
"Don't bull shit with me Severus. What the hell is he and what did he do to me?" Draco yelled pointing his finger in the direction of the bedroom.
"Do not take that tone with me Draco, If I am not much mistaken he was asleep when I left the room so I can only assume you entered the room uninvited and as such he did nothing to you." Severus' voice was low and dangerous.
"I saw things Severus. Things that I would prefer to never see again." Draco sank into a chair at the table.
"Did you touch him?" Severus questioned a little more calmly sitting down at the table with him.
"I think so, I don't know it all happened too quickly. I was just drawn into the room and then..." Draco trailed off feeling like a fool.
"Asher's species has a defense they can't control when they are going through their transformation. If you touch him when he isn't expecting it you'll be forced to relive you worst memories and face your deepest fears. As he finishes out the transformation he'll be better able to control it." Severus explained. "Please, I ask you don't hold it against him just yet. Give him a chance."
Draco thought a moment before nodding his head in agreement. Severus stood to go back to the bedroom but Draco stopped him.
"Sev, Are you not going back to Hogwarts?"
"I don't know yet Draco, It hasn't been decided yet as to when Hogwarts will reopen the final battle took a lot of lives. Perhaps Narcissa and I will home school you and Asher." Severus pursed his lips.
"How old is Asher?" Draco pressed his luck since his godfather was answering questions.
"He will be sixteen on Halloween." Snape was beginning to seem irritated with the questioning but Draco had to try for one more.
"What happened to Potter? I know you said that you-know-who was gone. Did Potter defeat him?"
Severus chose not to answer this one instead turning to go back to the bedroom.
Draco wasn't sure what to think, He had expected Asher to be older than that a few months away from seventeen at least not sixteen. No wonder his change was going so horribly. The blond was now curious to know what had caused the transformation to occur so early. He also wanted to know what had happened to Potter and why Severus wouldn't answer him.
Regardless of his promise not to hold the incident against the boy Draco avoided Asher like the plague after that not even wanting to walk past the bedroom door if it were open. A few days after the incident Draco was getting up his nerve to walk past the open bedroom door to the kitchen for lunch but something felt different. The familiar thrum of magic that seemed to continuously waft off of Asher was missing.
Draco crept closer to the door peering in. It was empty Severus and Asher were both missing. If Asher was on the loose Draco didn't really want to be in the house so he grabbed a sandwich and a book and made his way out into the garden to his hammock. He had just gotten comfortable and taken a bite of his sandwich when a flash of crimson caught his attention.
Sitting on the little hill by the stream that ran across the property under a willow tree, Asher was lounging leaning back on his elbows with his head tilted back, his golden tan seeming to almost shimmer in the noon sunlight filtering through the branches of the willow. A light breeze was blowing sashaying his long crimson hair around his face.
He was wearing a black tank top which revealed generous amounts of the teens golden skin, the muscles in his arms rippled as he shifted his weight, his blue jeans were faded and worn and ripped at the knees. The wings were nowhere in sight and Draco would have believed he had imagined the whole thing if Asher hadn't at that moment decided to grin showing pointy white fangs.
Draco started, What was he grinning about? It wasn't like he could read his thoughts from way over there. Or could he?
Just like the morning of the incident Draco couldn't help himself he wanted to be closer to the teen. He finished his sandwich and tucked the book under his arm and walked at what he hoped was a casual pace down to the stream to where Asher was stretched out in the grass.
As he got closer however his nerves began to get to him. He didn't think Asher had noticed him yet he could just turn around and go back to his hammock.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
The blond's jaw dropped in surprise at the deep melodic sounding voice. Asher hadn't even looked up.
"How?" Draco didn't even get to finish before a rumble of laughter that seemed to come from deep within the creatures chest echoed across the river. It sent shivers up Draco's spine it sounded like a demon who had managed to coax you into hell or something but it made his heart race at the same time.
"You smell like Vanilla and Strawberry, you are very hard to miss." Came the deep velvety voice again that drew Draco closer still until he was sitting cross legged next to Asher who grinned again the sunlight glinting off of the predatory weapons in his mouth.
"I thought you were supposed to be smart Malfoy," Asher commented still not opening his eyes.
"H. How do you know me?" Draco stuttered.
Asher rolled so quickly Draco wasn't sure it had happened to his side to be propped up on an elbow he still wouldn't meet the blonds eye, instead choosing to pick at a blade of grass. "Did Father not tell you?" Finally he looked up at Draco his eyes yet again a different color now they were a mesmerizing shade of lilac.
"Tell me what? Draco asked swallowing the lump in his throat.
"It doesn't really matter, The past is just that and will not come to be again." Asher smiled a quirky mysterious sort of smile before rolling to his back again resting his head on his arms.
"Do we know each other?" Draco asked perturbed by Asher's quick dismissal of the subject. Draco hated being out of the loop and he was currently out of the loop.
"Not really," Asher replied with a sigh.
"I didn't even know Severus had a son." Draco then commented.
"Well that's good news. If you had known when we didn't there would have been some problems." Asher retorted sarcastically.
Draco started to say something else but was cut off when Asher sat straight up stiff as a board and placed his hand to Draco's lips. His pointed ears seemed to twitch and his nose wrinkled up as if sniffing for something.
In an instant Asher's wings had sprouted ripping his shirt to shreds. He wrapped his arms around Draco and the next thing Draco knew they were in the parlor where Narcissa screamed at the sudden intrusion and Snape looked worried.
"Asher what is it?" He asked frantically just as the wards fell and death eaters began breaking doors and windows into the house.
Asher spread out his wings in front of the other three as the parlor was over run and Death eaters began firing spells at them. His wingspan had to have been at least ten foot across and as spells began to fly they were hitting Asher's wings and fizzling out like a child's sparkler. Narcissa and Snape drew their wands and Asher brought his wings forward leaving them unprotected for a moment but at the same time he was able to take out the first few invaders as well as knocking over a desk and a table for them to take cover behind. All with the blast of wind the movement caused.
Severus ducked behind the table while Narcissa went to the desk for the next round. Draco didn't have a chance to go anywhere before Asher's wings were caged around him and he was pressed against a firm chest. The teen had a very earthy smell to him like the forest after a light rain. After a moment Draco heard noise and commotion and the sound of stray spells hitting random objects in the room.
Asher tucked Draco under one wing to his side and began throwing spells at impossibly fast speeds at the oncoming death eaters. He wasn't even using a wand the magic seemed to fly from the palm of his hand.
Several of the spells didn't look like they were only magic either. One in particular looked like a ball of flames, when they hit the intended target however the man didn't burst into flames like Draco expected instead he fell to the ground screaming he ripped off his mask and began raking his fingernails into his skin tearing the skin from his face.
Draco couldn't look anymore after that, he buried his face into the silky feathers surrounding him and let the waves of power Asher was letting off crash over him. The sensation was so overwhelming that when everything was said and done and Asher retracted his wings Draco's knees turned to jello and the blond fell into the other teen's chest.
"I know I'm gorgeous now and everything but do try to contain yourself Malfoy." Asher commented dryly helping him get his footing before stepping back. "I don't know how they found you but it can be safely assumed they were looking for you and your son Lady Malfoy, I think it best if we left."
Draco looked around the room in both aw and disgust. The floor of the parlor was now littered with a dozen or so bodies of rogue deatheaters.
One's mask had fallen off and Draco's heart ached to see Theodore Knott, blisters covering his face and hands. His eyes open but seeing nothing. He forced himself to look away knowing had it not been for Asher taking Knott out first it may have been him laying there instead.
"I agree Ash, however there is one small problem. Dumbledore placed us here. He was our secret keeper. Where will we go?" Narcissa asked.
"Dumbledore is dead. The secret is no longer secret. Take ten minutes to gather your things and meet Severus and I in the entry I will take you somewhere safe." Asher yawned leaning against the wall. He folded his arms over his currently bare chest. Draco's eyes were drawn to the teens abs which had a trickle of blood running from under where he had crossed his arms.
Severus was sporting a gash under his left eye and Narcissa has been hit with something on her shoulder. Asher pushed himself away from the wall and placed a hand palm down on the woman's injury and right before their eyes the shoulder popped back into place and the bruising vanished.
Next he placed a finger over Severus' injury healing it in much the same way.
Asher then sank down into the couch which had stuffing hanging out of its cushions and a smoldering hole in the arm rest.
Severus looked at him in concern before ushering the other two off to pack. Draco could have sworn however that when he looked back Asher was drinking what looked like blood from a wine glass.
"Asher is some sort of Vampire isn't he?" Draco asked his mother as they packed their things.
"Why would you ask such a ridiculous question Draco?" Narcissa replied humming to herself.
"Because when we came up here I looked back and he was drinking blood from a wine glass," Draco retorted.
"Really?" Narcissa smirked quirking an eyebrow. "Drinking something red from a wine glass? Couldn't have possibly been red wine could it now?"
Draco knew he was being mocked and said nothing further about his suspicions but he knew his Mother was keeping something from him, and he wanted to know why.