Disclaimer: I'm not rich, so I don't own Harry Potter nor any of the other characters/terms used in the story. The above mentioned belong to J.K. Rowling and the originators of the myths I used, who ever they are.

Warnings!!! : This is SLASH as in (boy x boy) exclusively!!!!! Don't like it, please don't read it. I'm a fan of DracoxHarry, so I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I'll write what I feel like writing. Rating might go up, not too sure so be warned.

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Chapter 2

A Celebration Festival

Sirius! Remus! Look at the humans, see what they're doing! It's different today!" Harry Potter yelled happily running back and forth from the balcony to his room.

Sirius and Remus aka Padfoot and Moony, ran to Harry and then to the end of the balcony to watch the human towns folk. The people were hurrying around the town setting up tents and ordering food to be made, and songs were being prepared to be played or sung. Costumes and new dress clothes were hurriedly being put together, and even Riddle's guards and police were smiling happily and chatting with the townsfolk. While all this was happening, far and high above them three figures stood watching everything in curiosity.

"Padfoot, what are they doing? Why are they doing so many different things today?" Harry asked his godfather excitedly, wonder shining in his eyes.

Sirius squinted in thought. "I think they're actually preparing for a festival…. They haven't had one since… God who knows when? Before you were born I suppose, and before Riddle started going crazy with power." He answered with Remus's agreement sounding on the other side of Harry.

Harry blinked in shock. "A festival- a real one like I read in the history archives you stole from the Monastery's inner chambers for me to read? A festival with fire eaters, dancers, jugglers, and all sorts of people who can do weird but amazing things that I read about!" Harry said in a flash, looking down in awe at the people below.

Sirius and Remus shared twin looks of amusement over Harry's head. "Yes Harry, those types of festivals. Mimes and stilt walkers, and even fireworks are in use these days I hear tell of." Remus said inking in temptation to Harry's mind.

Sirius leaned in closer to Harry. "Wouldn't it be fun to go down there and experience it first hand? To see the fire eaters and mimes, to eat all the food they make and sell just for these occasions, and at the end of a long day of fun to sit down and watch the fireworks light up the sky."

Harry sighed happily at the thought wondering if he might be able to go. But no, he knew already that if he dared leave the tower, Minister Riddle would somehow find out at then Harry would be in trouble. He frowned at the thought.

"Stop trying to get my hopes up. Riddle would find out and then where would I be? A ghost here with you, or maybe ascend into the Heavens. Or perhaps there is an after life, a separate place where the dead go. Dad was already an angel, so where would he go if not Heaven, the place of his birth?" Harry took one last look down at the happily celebrating people before turning away and wandering into his dark tower, getting ready to ring the bells once more.

Lying comfortably on a stone ledge on the coast none to far from Hogwarts was a large silver dragon, wings folded on its sides and bright grey/silver eyes hidden by eyelids of silver scales. Said eyes opened lazily, disturbed by a sudden uproar in the city beside its lake. Lifting his great head the dragon looked toward the city and decide to see what was going on in the normally quiet and subdued kingdom. He flapped his giant wings taking flight instantly as if the sky demanded he be there, and flew low to the forest treetops. Once he was close enough he landed, and suddenly morphed into a tall young blonde haired man looking no older than twenty, with skin as pale as a vampire's. This young man was in fact 212 human years, which in dragon years he was only 18. He was another half-ling, half dragon and what is called a dhampir.

His mother had been human and had married his father a dragon with the ability to become human at night. A few months after his conception, his mother had been attacked by a vampire, who tried to turn her and take her for him self. His father had arrived in the nick of time to help her and his unborn child and they fled the city with a vow to never return until the true King needed their assistance. Upon her turning into a vampire, her child had also been infected with vampirism.

Now based upon a rumor from overseas, the child grown into a fine man had returned to see if the King did indeed need his help to reclaim his supposedly overrun kingdom. The blonde sauntered through the forest as if he owned it, and any creatures remaining hidden in its depths strayed away, not wanting to enrage the Garguiem vampire hybrid. He walked into town, but was not noticed as the people were all so busy preparing for their festival. He was amazed by all the happy faces that normally looked so… forlorn. Listening to the gossip, he learned that the people were celebrating the good news of their King's and Queen's survival against all sorts of assassination attempts and travel delaying attacks.

As he wandered he heard suddenly the loud chime of bells and paused looking toward Hogwarts Monastery, belatedly realizing many others had stopped to listen as well. Curious, he went over to two teenagers talking besides a building. One, a tall red haired youth with freckles dotting his face, seemed to be coaxing something from the other- a girl with bushy, curly brown hair and cinnamon colored eyes.

"Excuse me," the dhampir interrupted with a smooth and elegant voice, instantly mesmerizing the girl. "My name's Draco Malfoy and I've only just arrived here. I just heard those bells and was curious as to why everyone seemed to pause to listen."

The girl smiled elbowing the red haired boy who was about to say something derogatory, causing him to nearly fall and grumble. "It's nice to meet you Draco, my name's Hermione Granger. This is Ronald Weasley."

The red head, Ron, cut in. "Just Ron Wealsey, not Ronald."

Hermione and Draco ignored him. "Those bells of the Hogwarts Monastery are steeped in rumor and legend. It is written that the bells are rung by a Kyrkogrim, sacrifice nearly a century ago on the day of the monastery's completion. Years ago when Minister Riddle first came into power, all the creatures that weren't in his service grouped together and rebelled, but they were wiped out. Those that escaped returned to the Forbidden Forest and have yet to reappear. The only remaining creatures are those working for Minister Riddle, and supposedly the Kyrkogrim, his mate, and the rebel leaders' son the Rebel Prince. There is nearly no evidence to support the theory that these three still live within the church, but what few realize is that the reason Minister Riddle has no control over the church is because one he is not the King, and two because the Kyrkogrim is the holder of the Church's sacred powers and rituals.

"Another proof is that though the Kyrkogrim loves to ring the bells loudly and boisterously, he is a ghost and cannot physically touch the bells in order to ring them. His mate has to be a ghost as well already or at least very old and not strong enough to ring them anymore. Thus the Rebel Prince who must be around our age now is the only one able to ring them."

Draco raised an eyebrow at her exuberance. "Could it not be just another monk or priest living there?"

Hermione shook her head getting ready to launch into another lecture, but stopped hearing Ron groan.

"Damn it Malfoy, look what you've done! She'll never shut up about it now!" The boy groaned out dodging Hermione's kick.

Draco merely smirked at him before turning back to Hermione, instantly knowing she was better than a day in a dusty old library. "Please continue Hermione."

Hermione blushed, but smiled happily. "Anyway, it can't be a monk or priest because the stairway that leads to the attic and roof is sealed off. There is only one key and it is closely guarded by Minister Riddle himself. It is rumored that the Minister is holding the Prince captive to use him as a weapon against all who would oppose him."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is this Prince really that powerful?"

Hermione shrugged. "We assume so, for his parents were the Angel James Ukko Potter and the Dones d'aigua Lily Luna Evans Potter, the two rebel leaders. Riddle feared the child of their union because of the result of Angels and humans union. Lady Lily was a powerful Dones d'aigua having the power to use a wand even. Lord Potter was a Watcher and the leader to boot, the only group of Angels to have the power to be seen by normal humans, when they want. Their child, with the inherited power of his mother and father, could quite possibly destroy Riddle with the flick of the wrist, even with all the creatures and dark magic he surrounds him self."

Draco though about this, deciding he could use the Prince for his own purposes, and kill Riddle in his own personal revenge. He looked at Hermione again, ignoring Ron's face growing an angry red. "How do you know this Prince is willing to over throw Riddle, if he is indeed the only living humans he knows?"

Hermione shrugged. "We can't be sure, but it was Minister Riddle who locked him away in the towers and killed his parents. No one can know for sure, as no one as had a chance to find him and talk to him, no matter how many secret searches there have been."

"Hermione," Ron shouted, covering Hermione's mouth with his hand and glancing around hurriedly.

Draco blinked and lifted a suspicious eyebrow at the two. "Are you two perhaps part of the rebel group?"

Hermione glared at Ron, trying to remove his hand from her mouth. Ron though refused and struggled to keep her silent.

"We've no idea what you are talking about Malfoy." Ron said snidely, trying to pull Hermione with him as he walked away.

Draco smirked. "When you lie you might want to get your accomplice to go along with it." He said following the two easily. Inwardly he smirked glad the rumors he heard of the rebel group still being active were true. He could use them as well against Riddle.

"R-Ron, let go of me you baboon!" Hermione yelled out once her mouth was free thanks to her struggling.

"I'm not a baboon! I'm doing this for your own good. You'll get people killed with your inability to not share secret knowledge!" Ron argued back, pouting slightly for being called a baboon. He glared at Draco, whom was still following behind them. "And you! Stop following us! You're not welcome in our company."

Hermione bit Ron's hand causing him to howl out in pain drawing some attention. Luckily, their antics were so common place people didn't pay too much attention even with Draco there. "Oh hush Ron! I have a feeling Draco could help us, and is certainly no friend of Minister Riddle's."

Draco broke in with another question now that Hermione was free to speak. "This festival is to celebrate what exactly?"

Hermione smiled cheekily at Ron as she answered Draco's question. "It's to celebrate the news that the King and Queen did in fact survive the ship wreak- one of the many ways they've tried to return to Hogwarts- and are now in fact closer to Hogwarts territories thanks to it. Supposedly they're only a couple weeks away. Minister Riddle is always away these two weeks which is why we can celebrate openly. Even his guards and police are tired of his tyranny. Though many still support him and will fight for him, especially the creatures on his side. They support him the most because they have a wide berth, and great amount of power given to them by Riddle's dark magic."

Draco nodded, pleased with the news. "If the King is on his way, won't it be a simple matter for him to knock Riddle out of his thrown?"

Hermione shook her head. "King Albus is quite old now and his great powers are not as strong as they once were in his youth. Besides that Minister Riddle has accumulated so many dark artifacts and magics that even at his strongest the King would have some trouble just breaking through Riddle's wards much more so in a duel."

"And that's why the rebels are looking for the Prince, because his power is what Riddle had feared all these years. He doesn't want the King to meet and help the Prince control his vast magical power to use against him." Draco concluded.

"It's not only that you know." Ron said giving into Hermione's wished to tell the stranger everything. "By naming him the Rebel Prince, he is guaranteed the throne. There had been rumor of King Albus claiming the Watcher James Potter his heir to Hogwarts throne, which is speculated as the start of Riddle's mad desire to kill off the creatures. His excuse is he's trying to purify the world of the filth that creatures are. He sees them as mutations and obscene blights on the human race. The Prince is the representation of all things Light and Pure."

Draco blinked, taking in this information. Hermione sighed and looked at the highest bell tower of the Hogwarts Monastery, causing Ron and Draco to look as well.

"And that is why we need him. We need Hadrien James Akka Sierra Viselle Potter."

Harry gave a mighty sneeze making him stumble slightly as he folded his dried clothes. Remus and Sirius quirked ghostly eyebrows at him amused.

"Someone must be speaking about you Harry." Remus said with a smile taking another of Sirius' pawns on the chess board.

Harry laughed slightly. "Don't be silly Moony. Who besides you two, and perhaps Riddle knows enough about me to actually speak of me?"

Sirius pouted as his brilliant plan to finally beat Remus at chess unraveled mores so than it had at the beginning of the game. "You'd be surprised Prongslet. We creatures are the center of attention when it comes to rumors and legends. You more so than Remus and I, I'd bet."

Harry began to put his clothes away. "Why am I in the rumors and legends so much more than you and Moony?" Harry questioned not pausing in his clothes organizing.

Remus answered this time smirking victoriously as he checkmated Sirius a minute into their 5th game. "Because little Prince, you are the bell ringer of the tower, and the all powerful son of the Rebel Leaders."

Harry shrugged. "So, what does that have to do with anything?"

Sirius turned his back on Remus pouting at his 2,658th defeat. "It's because despite this reputation of yours, no one has ever seen you, nor have you ever left this tower. The bells are rung every day and night, and yet everyone knows the stairwell that leads up here is sealed or blocked off."

"Yes Harry, you're practically a celebrity to the townspeople." Remus said chuckling at Sirius' childish behavior. The werewolf turned ghost snuck up behind Sirius and licked the shell of his ear.

"A celebrity huh? Sounds…. Goddesses if you two are going to do that do it somewhere else. I like my eyes and ears to function properly thank you very much." Harry said to them blushing lightly. The two hurriedly disappeared from Harry's tower.

Goddess every time they play chess… they need a new board game or something. Harry thought with a slight smile on his lips.

Harry walked back to the balcony and looked down at the townspeople as they put the finishing touches on their festival for tomorrow. As Harry looked down at them, he thought back to what he had read in his books and smiled.

A festival to celebrate the return of the King, and Riddle won't be back for another week and a half. Even if he did find out… could I?

Harry returned to his room and began looking through his clothes and the stacks of clothe Remus and Sirius bring him whenever they get the chance. He needed a cloak and something to cover his face, and a costume; and he only had that night to come up with something.