Albus Dumbledore sat comfortably in the chair behind his desk in his office at Hogwarts. He had been sitting here for over a hour, and he still hadn't come up with a plan. Harry had totally avoided him and his attempts at contact. So far, Albus had sent close to six owls and tried to floo the Leaky Cauldron in hopes of reaching the boy. All of the owls had come back looking as if they had avoided being hexed and barely escaped such a fate. Albus was afraid to admit it to himself, but he feared that Harry had gone to the Malfoys.

If the boy had turned to Deatheaters, then it would only be a matter of time before he joined Volde­mort. Albus had to put a stop to it right away. He was hoping that threatening Harry with not being able to return to Hogwarts would make the boy see reason. As far as Albus knew, Harry was coming back to school when the term started. At least, he hoped he was. With a sigh, Albus leaned back in his chair and fell into a disturbed doze.

Lucius and Severus had sent Pansy home, and Amalie had gone up to her rooms. The two men now sat in leather armchairs in Lucius's study sipping on tall goblets of white wine. They had been discussing how Draco had been able to follow Potter, and had come to the conclusion that it had to be because of the bond.

"Sev, I am a bit wary about Draco being bonded to the Boy-Who-Lived. What if this is just some teenage rebellion of the Gryffindor's against Dumbledore? He has always been in the man's pocket. Why all of a sudden did he have a change of heart?" Lucius questioned curiously. He had been pon­dering those questions in his head and had been unable to come up with any answers.

"Come now, Lucius. Of course it is just a teenage rebellion. Gods know that Potter had no mind of his own. At least, not until now." Severus replied with an evil smirk. He, himself, didn't know exactly what had changed Potter's mind about his "mentor", but he was smarter than the average fool and re­fused to look a gift horse in the mouth. As much as he had always despised the boy, there was some­thing about him now that just caught your attention. Before, Severus hadn't wanted anything to do with the boy due to the fact that Dumbledore had pushed the brat on him. Now, it seemed as if the kid was doing his best to spite the old fool, and if there was any way that Severus could assist in that matter, he would do his damnedest.

"I see that evil look lurking in your eyes," Lucius said, a smile growing on his aristocratic face. "As much as I like the dark, brooding effect, you should listen to Draco and lose the glamour."

"Hmm," Snape stared intensely at Lucius for a moment, and whispered under his breath. Immediately the coal black of his eyes changed to the color of the ocean at midnight with a full moon glinting off it.

"Ah, much better. You really are beautiful." Lucius murmured as he slid closer to Severus.

Just as their lips were about to meet, they heard someone clearing their throat from behind them. Lu­cius glanced over his shoulder to see Draco and Harry standing there with deeply amused looks on their faces.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we're back." Draco stated with a smirk.

"Brat." Severus replied as he stood. "I must be going back to the dungeons. I do have a reputation to uphold. If Dumbledore guesses where I've been, he'll never leave me be."

"Um, Professor?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Potter?" Severus replied.

"What happened to your eyes? They're magnificent!" Harry couldn't stop himself from blurting out his thoughts. He'd never seen colors so beautiful before. At least, not in an eye color. Draco's eyes were astonishing, but Snape's were simply... His thought trailed off as he caught himself staring.

"I use a glamour while at Hogwarts or in public. I find that black eyes tend to keep the pests or over in­dulgent at bay." Severus replied in a snotty tone. He looked to Lucius and Draco and put the glamour back up.

"Good day, Gentlemen." Severus said with a slight nod before stepping into the fireplace and disappearing with a whoosh.

Harry was still staring at the fireplace where Snape had been when Draco stepped on his foot and left the room in a huff.

"Ow!" Harry yelped and looked after the irate blonde.

"What's his problem?" Harry asked Lucius with a scowl.

"I do believe that you were just staring at another while he was in the room. He has accepted the bond between the two of you, and he reacted badly to you ogling Severus." Lucius replied in good humor. He understood Draco's reaction, but he didn't feel jealous at all of Harry's reaction to Severus's change. The Potions Master was quite beautiful when he wasn't trying so hard not to be. Add that to the fact that Harry had never seen Severus without his glamour and you got an innocent befuddlement.

"I- what?" Harry asked. He was ogling Snape?! Why would he do that? Then, he remembered the as­tonishing eyes and the waist length black hair that was far from greasy. Not to mention the well toned body that showed through his impeccable taste in clothing. Harry shook his head. He was ogling Snape! Oh My Gods! But, since when had the Potions Master become so... Gorgeous? Striking? No, the only word for him was beautiful.

"I will go get Draco and explain. I understand it is a bit overwhelming to see Sev in his true form. I believe that he may be part elf. I am unsure of it though. He refuses to speak of those things." Lucius said, rising gracefully from his seat and brushing invisible lint from his robes.

"I, um, I guess I'll wait here." Harry mumbled. He felt like an ass. A long eared, stubborn, idiotic ass. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Draco was upset. They had just spent hours together al­lowing their bond to form, and here Harry was simply making an ass of himself.

He chuckled to himself at the picture that formed in his mind. He could just see Draco and Lucius walking back into the parlor and seeing a black haired, green eyed donkey standing there on their per­fect carpet. Before he knew what had happened, Harry felt his body begin to shift. After the tingling stopped, he looked down and was horrified to see that he had hoofs. He turned his head as far around as possible and saw he also had a tail. A tail! What the bloody hell? Then he remembered that he had pictured himself this way, and tried to change back, but found he couldn't do it. He was getting increasingly agitated. Then, he realized how he must look. This was what the Malfoys walked in to see. A sheepish looking donkey with black hair, green eyes, and a beet red blush.

"Harry?" Draco asked trying his best not to bluster with laughter. Malfoys did not bluster. He tried to remember that as little giggles began to escape his firmly pressed together lips. Malfoys did not giggle! He slapped his hand over his mouth just as a snort escaped, horrifying him. Malfoys definitely did not snort! He glanced at his father and saw that Lucius was having just as much trouble keeping his own composure, and that was all it took. Two sets of silver eyes met and both men busted. More laughter filled that one room in mere seconds than it had in the entire mansion in years.

"Hee Haw!" Harry garbled dejectedly in donkey talk. Realizing that he couldn't even speak normally he pressed his donkey lips together and turned his backside to the two laughing maniacs formerly known as Malfoys.

When the laughter still hadn't died down, Harry got an idea. As an sinful smirk grew on his face, well as much of a sinful smirk as a donkey could manage, Harry backed up a step. He glanced behind him and saw that neither of the two laughing idiots had noticed, he backed up another step. He glanced back again, and again took another step. He had gotten within three feet of the blonde banes of his ex­istence when the laughing died abruptly.

"Harry? What are you doing?" Draco asked suspiciously. It looked like Harry was getting ready to kick something.

"Oh no, you don't, you jackass!" Draco squealed and shouted a spell.

Harry felt himself freeze and topple over. As if it wasn't bad enough that he looked like a donkey, now he was a donkey who had been tipped. Even Harry could find the amusement in that.

Obviously, so did the Malfoys because the laughter began all over again.

A piece of paper flying out of the fireplace and landing at Lucius's feet sobered him instantly. The first thing he saw was the Hogwarts crest. Draco, seeing his father's death glare at the paper also composed himself. When Lucius didn't make a move to pick up the letter, Draco did it for him. It was addressed to H.J.Potter, Malfoy Parlor, Floor. It was then that Draco realized that Harry was still lying on the floor stunned. He was no longer in donkey form, and by the gleam in his emerald eyes, he was quite pissed off.

"Finite Incantatum." Lucius drawled, pointing his wand at Harry.

Harry immediately jumped to his feet and advanced on Draco.

"Not funny now, is it Malfoy?" Harry snarled causing Draco to flinch a bit. The elf looked ready to hex Draco into oblivion. Draco held the letter out to him.

Harry took it and snorted when he saw how it was addressed. Apparently, Dumbledore found a way to get in contact with him. It also meant that the meddling fool knew where Harry was at. He broke the wax seal and scanned the note quickly.

"That Arsehole!" Harry bellowed. He was more than furious. Pictures began to rattle on the walls. The floor was shaking like a mild earthquake had hit. Suddenly, a sickly green mist engulfed the boy and a bubble encased him.

Lucius and Draco stood across the room watching the spectacular light show going off in that bubble. It looked like someone had set off the brightest fireworks known to wizard kind. Both men were astonished. Never had they seen someone so totally control their magic while at the same time let it loose in such a fury.

"Potter? You okay in there?" Draco hesitantly asked. He felt the need to reach out and comfort his bonded, but at the same time, his need for self preservation held him back. He just knew if he tried to breach that bubble of fireworks that the world would fall in ashes at his feet. So, he simply tried calling out to Harry through their growing bond.

"Draco, perhaps we should leave the room?" Lucius would never admit to anyone, but Harry's light show was actually scaring him. Him, who had stood by the Dark Lord, and defied Dumbledore openly, was afraid of a seventeen year old elf. Well, it wasn't that farfetched really. Elves were known to have extreme power. Blood elves, like Harry, were known to have extreme power that was fueled by their emotions.

The letter had dropped to the floor when Harry's magic had acted out, and Lucius bent to pick it up. If they knew what it was that had angered the elf, maybe they could help fix it. His eyes scanned the piece of paper, and he understood why Harry was so angry.

Harry,

It has come to my attention that you have stepped away from the light and into the hands of Deathe­aters. At this time, I regret to inform you that you may not return to Hogwarts under these circumstances. If you decide that you wish to return 'home', simply write your answer on this parch­ment, and it will return to me. I look forward to you coming back to the right side.

A.Dumbledore

Lucius was fuming as he handed the letter to Draco. He was so angry that he walked up to Harry, reached through the bubble, and jerked the boy out. The lights died instantly. Harry's eyes were still blazing, and his ears were twitching slightly. His chest was heaving with controlling breaths as he willed his magic down. Thunder cracked outside and wind could be heard whistling through the drafti­er areas of the mansion. Needless to say, Lucius was impressed.

"Potter, you must calm down. We have to find a way to correct this problem. I do not believe that old fool really thought that his threats would work. He cannot keep you out of school due to a personal preference in associates." Lucius stated regally. He planned on taking this missive from Dumbledore to the school governors. Perhaps then, the panel of cogity old fools would realize that Dumbledore wasn't the light bringer they all believed him to be.

"Of course he can't!" Harry shouted. "That's why I'm so angry! How dare him to think me so stupid! Does he really believe that I will simply bow down to his wishes like a good little dog?!"

"That's exactly what he thinks, Harry." Draco replied softly. He hoped that calling him by his name wouldn't anger the elf any further, but was truly surprised by the reaction he did get from it.

"Draco, come." Harry commanded. He didn't wait for the blonde Slytherin to obey. Harry simply walked up to him and kissed him soundly on the lips.

"I have some business to attend to." Lucius interrupted as he went through the fireplace to gods only knew where.

Harry pulled away from Draco and stepped back. He looked long and hard into those pools of silver mercury that Draco called eyes. What he saw there confirmed his beliefs. He was doing the right thing. He would stick by the Malfoys and stand up to Dumbledore. He had no doubts that Lucius had just went to contact the proper people in helping them in their cause. Harry would be going back to Hogwarts tomorrow, and Draco would be with him. Too bad Ron and Hermione were too stupid to see the truth about the so-called "light" side. Light or dark? Who really cared anymore. Harry was on a mission to make himself happy. And the first step to doing that was to defy Dumbledore and make Draco his.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so very short. I was unsure of how to go on from here. Harry really makes a cute donkey. HeHe! Anyway, thanks to all the reviewers, and sorry it took so long to get even this small bit up. Please review... Thanks!