Firstly… I know this took a lot longer than I said it would but I didn't know where to stop the chapter and it is a lot longer than normal.
Chapter is currently: betaed
This is mostly an explaining chapter, gets a little mushy at the end, but keep in mind that dark and dirty things are coming up next chapter and I know you will all love them
Enjoy
Chrys
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"You are a Cosaint." Said Draco's trainer, after a solid ten minutes of diagnostic tests. "It was to be expected, and has always been assumed, unfortunately we could not be sure until after your 16th birthday."
Draco raised an eyebrow at the man. He was a few inches taller than Draco, had short dark blue hair, and eyes to match. The man was muscular, his arms and legs stretched his tight fitting clothing, making him look like a bouncer from one of those heavy metal muggle nightclubs. His voice was deep and rich, laced with a touch of Irish accent, and commanded the attention of everyone within a 100-meter radius.
When he had walked into the room, Draco had already been standing in the center of it, watching Danica slide over his fingers from one hand to the next. The man ordered him to first let the creature down, and then stand perfectly still while he examined him. He hadn't told Draco what his name was, or what exactly he had been looking for until he declared, ten minutes later, that he was a "Cosaint," whatever the hell that meant.
Using the decorum and manners he was brought up with he spoke. "May I inquire as to who you are and what exactly a 'Cosaint' is?"
The man walked one more circle around Draco before stopping just three feet in front of him. "My name is Fallyn and you are to refer to me as such, I am the master teacher for Cosaints, and have been for the last thousand years."
"That would make you a…"
"My race is called Saindiabhal, the name was thrown together for us by an Irish cleric, it derives from Gaelic, meaning roughly, Protect Demon." Fallyn answered back his voice dripping in the loathing he had for the D-word, "But that is neither here nor there, it is my job, and has always been my job, to find Cosaints and train them. I have never chosen any side in any war, nor will I ever."
"You have failed to tell me what exactly a 'Cosaint' is." Draco stated, wanting to know what the station meant.
"May I hold your shifter?" Fallyn asked as if he hadn't heard Draco speak.
Draco was startled, not expecting the man to avoid his question so blatantly. He looked down at Danica who was looking straight at him.
"He is not an enemy… I can sense it."
"You may." Draco responded; waiting for any sign that Fallyn would harm her.
The large man kneeled down and held out a welcoming hand for the creature, standing up again once she was safely in his grip. "Can she change into magical as well as regular animals?"
"She was a baby hippogriff last night." Draco answered; none too pleased that they had gotten off subject.
"Would you ask her to change into a Runespoor?" Fallyn's eyes never left the snake in his hand as he made his request.
Draco figured that if he complied now, he might get a straight answer later and gave a mental whistle at Danica. "Do as he asks Delmi… for now."
"Yes master" She replied. Since she had left Draco's room earlier that morning she had been in the shape of a very small black cobra. This was not because she sensed Draco's form to be that of a serpent, but because her cobra form was less noticeable and easy to carry around. Now as she lay in the hands of Draco's new instructor, her black body turned bright orange, leaving a few black stripes, and two new heads split off. When she was done she was a good 4 feet long, about an inch in diameter, and her three heads looked up at the one holding her, as if to ask if she passed her second test (the first of course being when she had to imitate Sirius).
"Beautiful, I'm sure she will come in handy quite often." He let her down and watched as she changed into a panther cub and curled up at Draco's feet.
Fallyn waved his hand so slightly, that Draco only saw it because he had kept both eyes on the man's hands since he had let Danica down. Two identical chairs appeared one behind Draco and one in front of him. After Fallyn took his seat, Draco did the same, his body language screamed relaxed, but in truth Draco was ready to draw his wand at any time.
Fallyn ran a large hand over his face before beginning. "Cosaint, is a Gaelic term meaning 'defense.' You are literally a defense for your mate. You are their defender, their shield. Your soul purpose in life is to love, and defend your mate. Not every pair has a Cosaint… in fact, for every billion people born, one maybe two true Cosaints are born as well. Cosaints are pre-destined, by the fates themselves, to protect their soul mates. Their soul mates are very important people, people who are responsible for changing the world, and usually have vast amounts of power."
"How do you tell who is a Cosaint, and who their mate is?" Draco asked, widely interested in something he had never heard of before.
Fallyn nodded, "Good question. First off, let me tell you that of my own race, there are four of us. Two males two females and their can only be two of us on earth at one moment, and they must be mates. My mate and myself have been here for just under a thousand years. Once our thousand years is up, we shall leave the earth, and be replaced with our other pair. The two that remain in our own realm, live with the fates, and are responsible for the threads of Cosaints and their mates. Because of this they mark both children at birth, so that we know who to look for."
Draco nodded in understanding, pulling out his wand and conjuring a kettle of tea and two cups. He filled them both as he listened, before taking his own and relaxing again.
"First off, they are born to parents that don't follow… the norm. Two people, who are soul mates, but can't stand each other, or are firmly on opposite sides of a war. In your case you are born to two people who are both attracted to their own sex. I'm sure you know that in Pureblood wizarding society it is not uncommon for a homosexual male to marry a woman in order to procure a heir, but it is very rare that he chose a woman who, is homosexual herself."
Draco chuckled, "It made for a very interesting childhood, I can tell you that."
Fallyn smiled, "Another marker is that in physical appearance they will have a sharp contrast. You may not have heard of a muggle by the name of Napoleon, but he was a very important person, and his Cosaint, was his wife Josephine. He was very short, and quite ugly, while Josephine was much taller than him and beautiful."
"Tell me my soul mate isn't some short ugly woman…" Draco said, scared as to who it could be.
Fallyn just shook his head, "Wrong on all accounts, not short, not by any means ugly and defiantly not a woman."
"If he is a tall good looking guy, how exactly is his appearance in 'sharp contrast' to mine?"
Fallyn was still laughing at the thought of Draco's mate being a short ugly woman. "You will understand in due time, just be safe in the knowledge that he, is quite good looking, and I believe he is even taller than you are."
Draco was about to argue, wanting to know whom his mate was. In fact he was quite annoyed to find out that his mate was pre-determined and that he had no say in the matter. Lately he had been finding himself thinking more and more about his best friend in that way, but due to the chastity order put on him by Voldemort, and now all this talk of soul mates and Cosaints… he doubted he would ever have the chance to see if it would have worked out.
"Do not see this as a burden, Draco. You have yet to know the feeling of loving and being loved by your true soul mate. And the knowledge that once your training is complete you will be able to defend, and protect him in ways previously unimaginable to you, will bring you a great sense of pride and confidence. The fates know what they are doing, and you will play, and have played a pivotal role in the course of history."
Draco nodded, "If I'm that important… I guess we should start training then shouldn't we?"
Fallyn smiled and nodded, "That we should…"
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Harry's 16th birthday party was not the huge affair that Draco had just a month previously. Hosted at his parents' former house, only his family and friends from school were in attendance. All of his death eater connections and friends would be at his initiation later that night. Hermione as well as the entire family of Weasley's, most of Gryffindor, and a few students from the other houses as well had come to wish him a 'Happy Birthday.' The odd part about Harry's party was that it was missing Draco Malfoy.
Harry knew that they were both going to be initiated that night, but he was quite pissed off that Draco hadn't been allowed to attend this party as well. Most of the time you couldn't find one without the other, so it was quite a shock when the blond was no where in sight. Many wondered what they could have fought about that Draco couldn't bother himself to show up for his best friend's birthday party.
There was one other hitch in Harry's 16th party. His name was Neville Longbottom. You see, Harry didn't know exactly how to act around the boy. Did Neville know what Dumbledore planned for him? Did Neville know that their old coot of a Headmaster thought that he was some sort of "Chosen-one?" Did Neville know that aforementioned old coot, was wrong?
Harry tried as hard as he possibly could to be nice to Neville. To not ask him what he knew about prophecies. To not question him on just how close Dumbledore was to his family. So instead he spent a lot of time with the Weasley's. Ron and Hermione were dancing most of the night, so Harry contented himself with discussing pranks with the Twins.
When it came time to open presents, he plastered on a fake smile and received them graciously. His parents had gone and gotten him the newest and fastest broom, a Horntail Flyer, which was reportedly much faster, sleeker, and had better control than the Firebolt. According to reports you barely had to think a movement and the Flyer responded. Sirius and Remus had gotten him a card, which on the inside explained that his gift would be waiting in his room after the night's festivities. Ron had gotten him four tickets to the next Chudley Cannon's game, most likely through his father's connections at the Ministry, and with a sly nudge indicating that he would want to be one of the four. Hermione's present had to be one of the coolest though. She had gotten him a gift certificate to Madam Kira's Magical Tattoo Parlor, good for one tattoo and a piercing. Harry was sure that girl knew him too well.
Harry opened every single present, but was disappointed to find that Draco hadn't even be able to send a gift along with someone else. It wasn't that Harry was ungrateful or wanted more presents or anything, but when you find yourself crushing hard on your best friend, his present is usually the one you look forward to the most, not because of what it is but because of who it is from.
An hour later, the candles had been blown out, all the gifts opened, and the guests had filed out one by one, until the only one's that remained was Harry, his parents and his godparents.
"You have an hour until your initiation. It will be private, with only us, Severus, and a few key members in attendance. Sirius has been designated to get you ready." Lily told her son, patting down his unruly hair.
"And the Malfoy's right? Draco and I are getting initiated together don't we?" Harry asked.
"No. Draco will be initiated after you, but you will not see him until the meeting tonight." James answered.
Harry looked confused and slightly miffed. He hadn't seen Draco in over a month and frankly he was getting a bit testy because of it. The only thing that had kept him occupied the last few weeks was working on becoming an Animagi, but even that got boring without Draco to lighten up his mood. He actually got so annoyed that Draco wasn't around that he nearly marched into the Manor and demand that Tom tell him where the fuck Draco was and why he couldn't see him. Bella had of course stopped this, reminding Harry that Tom wasn't one to be ordered around, and that he would see her nephew in due time.
"Come on pup… got to get you ready." Sirius threw an arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him away to the fireplace.
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"Your training is over, you know everything you will ever need to know to protect your mate." Fallyn stated.
"You still haven't told me who my mate is. You've gone over everything we have to do to be bonded, you've gone over roles for the both of us, and you've told me that we are to change the world, but I still don't know who he is. How am I supposed to find him?"
Fallyn smiled. "You are to be presented to him tonight once you are initiated. I believe that in your Master's ranks, are will be called a 'second."
"He's a death eater…" Draco's mind flipped into over drive, he was going to be presented to someone as a second, that meant that his soul mate was already a death eater, already someone distinguished in Voldemort's ranks, someone older than him. His mind sifted through the possibilities, of tall, handsome and male, but couldn't think of anyone he would want to spend the rest of his life defending.
"Are you sure?"
Fallyn nodded. "Positive. You will leave here, in thirty minutes time. Your Aunt Bellatrix will be picking you up and preparing you for your initiation. Once you are officially initiated, the one you call 'Lord Voldemort' will tell you, who your mate is. You should have a few minutes to wrap your head around it before the meeting starts. I am told that your presentation is the second order of business."
"I feel like a prize stud, being gifted away to some big spender." Draco rubbed his temple slowly. "Tell me what would have happened if I hadn't wanted to become a Death Eater.
Fallyn's smile grew prideful; "Good question. On your 16th birthday, you would have been given a month to find your own home outside of the Castellum walls. I would have come for you away, taught you everything I have over the past few weeks, and if you had already met your mate, I would have told you his name. If you hadn't, then I would tell you to live your life your way, and he would come along shortly."
"How would I know who he was."
"Once a Cosaint turns 16, setting eyes upon his soul mate, would trigger the knowledge. You would instantly know that he, was your mate, and wouldn't be able to be more than 10 feet away from him. Once the bond is consummated, then you can separate yourselves from each other, but you will be an empath to each other's feelings. If he is every scared or threatened, you will know and be able to apparate directly to him."
Draco nodded; feeling more comfortable knowing he still had a choice in the matter of being a Death Eater. Not that he would consider for one nanosecond to not being initiated tonight, but as a headstrong Malfoy, he wanted it to be his choice to do so.
"All your things packed?"
"Yes Fallyn."
"And Danica?"
Draco pointed to the rafters of the room on which sat a large blue falcon. "Can I ask you one more thing?"
"Always, the more questions you ask, the more knowledge you shall obtain." Fallyn answered in his more whimsical voices.
"You always talk of those that have changed the world as male, even though their Cosaints are either or… has there ever been a woman, destined to have a Cosaint?
"There have been a few. Catherine the Great, Queen Elizabeth I, Madame Currie, but since the tragedy of the last one, I doubt there will be another while I am still around." Fallyn's face grew pained, and he took a deep breath just to blow it out a few seconds later.
"The last one?" Draco prodded, wanting to know.
"Anastasia NikolaevnaRomanov. She was three years older than her Cosaint. Unfortunately she was killed when she was 17, before her Cosaint knew how to protect her. It is mostly my fault, I should have protected her but the Bolshevik's got to her first… she would have changed Russia a great deal. Communism would never have reared its ugly head if I had been able to save her…"
Draco felt sorry that he asked, and promised himself to look up Anastasia some other time. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall and found that he only had a few more minutes before his aunt would arrive. "Will I see you again?"
"I will be around for a year or so more before I am replaced." Fallyn wiped the grim look off of his face and gave Draco a reassuring look. "Oh, I nearly forgot. Your necklaces, wear yours tonight and present the other to your mate once your bond is consummated." Fallyn handed Draco a box.
Draco opened it and found a Celtic knot, split in two and fastened on two silver chains. He slipped one over his head and pocketed the box. "Thank you… for everything."
"It has been a pleasure to teach you." Fallyn bowed to Draco, and watched as Draco did the same. In the moment that Bella stepped into the room to let her nephew know she was there, Draco turned his head to his aunt, and Fallyn disappeared.
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"Down to your shorts and lay on the bed." Sirius ordered as they appeared in one of the hundreds of bedrooms in the Manor.
"Sorry to disappoint Pads, but Tom has me under a chastity order." Harry smirked in a way that resembled Draco and Sirius put together.
"Quit with the chit chat pup… If I wanted to jump you I wouldn't have told you to take off your clothes I would have ripped them from your body."
"Kinky, I like it. But like I said you'll have to wait until after I'm initiated." Harry retorted, pulling his shirt up and over his head and throwing it to the ground. His pants were next until he was clad only in his silk black boxers. "Stomach or back?"
"Stomach." Sirius answered, holding a jar of cream that Harry had never seen before.
Harry shrugged, trusting his Godfather, and laid himself out on the bed face down.
Sirius kneeled next to Harry on the bed, and scooping a liberal amount of cream onto his hands began massaging it into Harry's back and shoulders. "This will increase everything you feel tonight. It will amplify every touch, every sound and every feeling you are met with. It will also allow you to relax, so your body won't fight with the spell that Lord Voldemort will use during the initiation."
Sirius covered Harry's back, shoulders, arms and legs with the cream before he told the boy to turn over. He smiled as his eyes caught Harry's emerald ones. "You shouldn't be worried Harry…"
Harry laughed, "I'm not worried at all. I trust you, and him completely." He said this slipping his well-oiled hands under his head as Sirius continued to apply the cream to his chest. "I do have a question for you though."
"Shoot pup." Sirius replied, his hands relaxing all of the muscles in Harry's left calf.
"Do you ever regret joining him?"
"Nope. Because of him, I got to help change the world at the age of 21… and I'm still doing it. If it weren't for Lord Voldemort, Remus would not hold any job, nevertheless a job in the ministry. He's done a lot of things for our world. We don't have to jump through bureaucratic hoops to get funding or answers; I don't waste my time doing endless piles of paperwork instead of leading the Aurors. I need something, I knock on your father's door, ask him for what I need and he says yes or no… usually yes." Sirius added with a bit of a smirk. "Helps when your screwing the boss I guess…"
Harry chuckled and shook his head.
"It's a million times better than the alternative. If Dumbledore had a say, anyone with a touch of creature blood in them would be on 50 different lists, would have to wear a nametag or some identification singling them out. They wouldn't be able to keep respectable jobs. Everyone would walk around staring at Remus thinking that he was some form of monster. Not to mention the fact that Dumbledore wants to open up our world to the muggles. He thinks we should heal their medical problems, use our magic to make their lives better. We would turn into little magical servants; waving our wands around like the wizards of muggle tales, and making their every wish come true. Frankly we have our own problems; we don't need to spend our time making Muggle's lives better. If anything they should be serving us." Sirius finished with the cream and wiped his hands off on a clean rag.
"Can I sit up now?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." The older man replied as he walked over to the closet doors in the corner of the room. He reached in and pulled out a pair of the darkest black leather pants Harry had ever seen. He swore they had to be enchanted to mimic the lack of light from a dark cavern far beneath the earth. "Throw these on."
Harry complied slipping his lithe muscled body into the pants, finding them snug, and extremely sexy wrapped around his legs and ass. "Where in Merlin's closet did you find these pants?"
"Birthday gift to you from Our Lord, specifically said you were to wear them tonight." Sirius pulled a long black cloak from the closet as well and turned around. "Damn… they really do you justice don't they?"
"Hottest fucking pair of pants I've ever seen." Harry answered, still looking at himself in the long mirror on the far wall. The image was aided by the fact that all of his muscles gleaned in the light, and his eyes seemed to have turned a brighter green than ever before, almost as if the sun was being reflected in a perfect emerald.
Sirius cocked an eyebrow in an amused and fairly turned-on way, as he walked back over to his godson, throwing the cloak over his shoulders. The cloak was black velvet with the tiniest red trim around the edges, and was fastened with five jewels, two rubies, two emeralds and an onyx in the middle all set in platinum. The cloak fell from Harry's broad shoulders and the jewels laid across his broad chest.
"And the cloak?" Harry questioned.
Sirius grinned brushing off a non-existent piece of lint from the shoulder as he stood behind Harry in the mirror. "A gift from my cousin Bella."
Harry loved what he saw in the mirror. He saw a man, a "Dark Prince" if you will, who looked powerful and sexy. He wondered if it would give him enough of a push to pursue Draco once the Chastity order was gone. "Does everyone dress like this when initiated?"
"Sort of. Everyone wears a pair of black pants, a black cloak and shoes. Some dress it up, like this, some come dressed plainly. But I was told to give you these to dress in, as well as the pair of Hebridean Black dragon hide boots that are at the end of the bed."
Once Harry had slipped on the boots, did his hair just right, and straightened everything until it was perfect, Sirius stood in front of him. His hands gripping Harry's upper arms, as he spoke. "You are a man today, and none of us could possibly be any prouder than we are. You're destined for greatness, pup."
Harry's smile was huge as he hugged his godfather. "Love you, Padfoot. I'm quite glad my parents are unconventional."
"Me too."
A knock came at the door, and Bellatrix poked her head in. " 'Bout ready love?"
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BTW the Dragon Hide boots come from a dragon actually listed in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them by Newt Scamander (a.k.a. J. K. Rowling)
The Runespoor is also found in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them by Newt Scamander (a.k.a. J. K. Rowling) and I will give you the definition for those of you who don't own this great book.
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Ministry of Magic Classification, (XXXXX known wizard killer/impossible to train or domesticate, and X boring)
The Runespoor rates a XXXX
(Actual excerpt)
The Runespoor originated in the small African country of Burkina Faso. A three-headed serpent, the Runespoor commonly reaches a length of six or seven feet. Livid orange with black stripes, the Runespoor is only too easy to spot, so the Ministry of Magic in Burkina Faso has designated certain forests unplottable for the Runespoor's sole use.
The Runespoor, though not in itself a particularly vicious beast, was once a favorite pet of Dark wizards, no doubt because of its striking and intimidating appearance. It is to the writings of Parselmouths who have kept and converse with these serpents that we owe our understanding of their curious habits. It transpires from their records that each of the Runespoor's heads serves a different purpose. The left head (as seen by the wizard facing the Runespoor) is the planner. It decides where the Runespoor is to go and what it is to do next. The middle head is the dreamer (Runespoors may remain stationary for days at a time, lost in glorious visions and imaginings). The right head is the critic and will evaluate the efforts of the left and middle heads with a continual irritable hissing. The right head's fangs are extremely venomous. The Runespoor rarely reaches a great age, as the heads tend to attack each other. It is common to see a Runespoor with the right head missing, the other two heads having banded together to bite it off.
The Runespoor produces eggs though its mouths, the only known magical beast to do so. These eggs are of immense value in the production of potions to stimulate mental agility. A black market in Runespoor eggs and in the serpents themselves has flourished for several centuries.