Belay narrowed his eyes in distaste. Nott glowered back at him, hands on his hips and an angry bite on his knobby thumb. Peru was curled around the smaller's arm and hissing irately.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking, bringing something like that to a school!"

The thumb was slowly turning purple and beginning to swell angrily as if to concur with its owner's exclamation. It had happened just after lunch and they were, in fact, still in the Great Hall with hundreds of wide eyes watching. "Peru," Belay started coldly. "Would not have had a reason to bite you had you kept your hand away. Fingers tend register as 'mice' to snakes."

He didn't even wait for a reply, instead he turned on his heel and seemed to float over to the door and make his exit. Once in the corridor, he gently chided Peru for striking without permission. (You're lucky you aren't an adult yet—that bite would have killed him already if you were.)

(I'm sorry master. He was wiggling them so enticingly…I just wanted a taste.)

(Well you have, and I doubt it was as salivating as it appeared. Never do it again unless I give you permission.)

(Yes, master.)

Belay glided through the hall toward the East wing of the school where his first class would be. The professor was a Gryffindor so he wasn't quite sure how things would work out. He had to ignore the giggling portraits as he walked by, and the occasional shriek as their subjects caught sight of the cobra around his arm. He wouldn't bother hiding Peru under his sleeve, now that everyone had seen him.

His footsteps, however soft, bounced off the walls and reverberated in his ears, making him feel alone and wary about what lay around each corner. It was undoubtedly the worst feeling he had felt since arriving at the school, even worse than the fury he felt on the train for the elder Weasley's rudeness.

His heart gave a pull and Belay missed his father more than anything in the world. Back at home, he always had his father to look forward to seeing and goals to complete that would earn his praise. He really was a daddy's boy, wasn't he? He forced those thoughts out of his head and cleared his mind as he walked into the Transfiguration classroom. He took a seat on the left side and near the back as not to attract attention.

When the teacher stormed in a few minutes later, he had to school his face so not to reveal his surprise. The woman had fire in her eyes as she laid into him. "Mr. Riddle!" Her hands slammed down on the desk in front of him. "Mr. Nott has been sent to St. Mungos hospital due to your irresponsibility governing that snake."

His crimson eyes watched her uncaringly, but that didn't sway her temper. "You will be serving detention with Mister Filch this evening and I will know if you do not attend! Your Head of House will be having a talk with at some point as well." She spun around and prepared for her class that had started filing through the door. Draco trotted over to him and took the seat to his right.

"What was that about?"

Draco's face was pale and he eyes Peru anxiously. "Nothing," Belay replied coldly. "I will be attending detention tonight. That is all." The blonde gaped at him before snickering loudly.

"You've got detention on the first day?" He didn't notice Belay's eyes narrowing. "That's pretty bad." It was true; He had undoubtedly started off badly with the Headmaster and this Transfiguration teacher. He only hoped he could get back into their good graces quickly. It never hurt to have teachers who like you rather than ones that hated your guts.

The room was full of both Slytherins and Gryffindors but, while looking around, Belay realized that neither Zaniel nor Weasley were there. The clock tower rang, causing several students to jump and Belay almost cringed. Their teacher turned to face her class, considerably calmer than she had been a few minutes ago..

"Good morning," she stated authoritatively and the class mumbled a sleepy reply. "I am Professor McGonagall, I will be teaching all of you transfiguration for the next three years and some of you beyond that." She paced down the aisle, sharp eyes searching for any disruptions amongst her students. Our first lesson will be in your books, so put your wands away now."

Draco, and a few others groaned as they pulled their texts out of their bags, but Belay did so quietly and with it he took out a piece of parchment with a well of ink and a quill. Attentive students always seemed to appease teachers—or rather, it appeased his tutors and that's what he had read in A Student's Guide to Making it Through School.

It worked as she, though perhaps a bit reluctantly, eyed him with approval. "Turn to page ten and read the introduction to Animagi."

The class did just that and when they finished, McGonagall went more in depth than the book could ever dream have going. Several students were eagerly bouncing in their seats as she transformed into a cat and back, only to be sorely disappointed when she informed them they would only be learning the animal transformation if she deemed them capable in their seventh year. "It's too dangerous for younger students," she told them. "And your personalities change so much as you grow up that by then you may feel another animal represents you much better than one might now."

She assigned them the entire chapter to read for the rest of class—again followed by a chorus of groans. Belay diligently wrote out notes as he read, knowing better than to merely skim to get it finished as many of his peers were doing. McGonagall had reverted to her cat form again and watched over the class with gold-green eyes. Belay had little doubt that there would be a pop quiz the next day and that they would all fail it dismally.

Nearing the midway point of the chapter, Belay was jolted from his slouch over his book as the door to the classroom burst open and let two, flushed and panting, Gryffindors inside. Zaniel's strawberry blonde hair flying and the Weasley's flaming red hair still messy. "The teacher's not here!" he cried in relief. "She'll never know-" McGonagall jumped at them and transformed, causing the redhead to swallow hard.

"Why are you late to my class, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter?" Belay was surprised to hear the strict voice she had used with him used against those of her own house—perhaps she wouldn't be so hard to fall in line with afterall. The two stuttered out an excuse and McGonagall docked points from their house, earning them both glares from the rest of the Gryffindors. Hermione up front glowered the hardest and went back to reading and taking notes like Belay.

It was calm through out the rest of the class and near the end, the students were squirming uncomfortably. "We've got Potions next!" Draco hissed to him excitedly. Belay frowned inwardly, knowing he and his head of house would undoubtedly have to have that talk sooner than he's thought. The clock tower rang again and they were told their homework was to finish the chapter for the next day.

As he was packing, Zaniel's eyes connected with his own and Belay made sure to be the first out of the room. Blaise came to walk—more like run—beside him. "What's up?" He asked dully. "I don't need a Potter to raise even more suspicions of me," He replied quietly. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't exactly the truth either. Though it would be very bad for the Order of the Phoenix—led by Dumbledore himself—to find out just who he was, his reasons for avoiding Zaniel were a tad more selfish than that.

Zaniel was to Harry as a UFO was to some smart muggle. An unknown that was best left that way, no matter how much he wanted to see and feel for himself. If Zaniel did know of his heritage, than he would undoubtedly recognise the pull that Belay's Dark Angel presented, as well as the aversion he should feel due to his father's demon blood.

However, on the off chance that Zaniel didn't know he wouldn't be a threat to anything until it developed or was told about it. It was better safe than sorry though, and Belay decided to stick with that until he had more information. Blaise didn't speak again as they sped to the dungeons but he was breathing hard by the time they stopped in front of the door.

Belay pulled it open and allowed the other to enter before him. He desperately scrapped together any knowledge he had on this Professor Snape and considered how to approach the situation. He needed to come off as a good student once more but he lacked a true talent in potions, so he would need to show effort and results instead.

He finally decided it best to take a seat near the front abd Blaise followed him. He was undoubtedly working on the whole 'confident to the heir of the Dark Lord' thing he'd been so excited about the night before. Belay merely shrugged it off and prepared to take notes.

The rest of the students filed in and he felt Zaniel's eyes boring into the back of his head but refused to turn around and meet them. Small conversations went on through out the room, mostly dicussing what they'd heard about the 'greasy bat'.

The door bounced off the wall as it was thrown open and their potions professor stormed in, robes flying out behind him and his black eyes menacing. With a flick of his wand the door slammed shut and several candles that had remained hidden before illuminated the classroom.

As he looked down at them all and caught sight of Belay his stoic expression turned to that of irritation. Belay incline his head to appear somewhat apologetic but the man merely ignored him from then on. The lessson started with a rehearsed, though intriguing, introduction to the art of potion making.

"Potter!"

Zaniel jumped in his seat looked at the Professor with wide eyes. "Y-yes sir?" Snape fired off trivia that Belay mentally answered in a flash and he nearly raised a brow as Hermione seemed to be raised from her seat by the arm as it waved in distress. He face was turning pink with excitement. Finally she blurted the correct answer out and Belay didn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. 'Bad move, Granger.'

Snape seeemd infuriated and took away House points, leaving her flustered and near tears. Belay would have felt sorry for her but she had been being a complete- "Know-it-all, isn't she?" Blaise muttered beside him. Belay nodded in agreement.

The other Gryffindors glared at Snape and silently comforted their own. Zaniel seemed pale and shaky, leading Belay to believe that his twin might not be as brave as he seemed.

The rest of the class was note taking as Snape listed the different components that made a potion and how to use the tools they had brought to school and the ones provided. He was incredibly intelligent, more than one would think with his our temper and fierce appearance. The class ended on a tense note as most of the Gryffindors still felt the point taking had been unfair but the man's words cut through the tension like a fine knife. "Riddle, stay after class." The whole room stared at him, some Gryffindors looking pleased and hoping banking on revenge against the Slytherins for their head of house's favoritism.

Belay whispered a delicate, "Yes, sir." Blaise offered to wait outside for him so they could go to lunch together but he was waved off and told he would meet him in the Great Hall. Blaise looked skeptical and about to refuse but Snape's lurking just a few feet awa9y convinced him otherwise. He muttered a good-bye and took off like lightning. 'What a confident,' Belay thought idly.

"Take a seat, Riddle," Snape growled lowly. "This might take a while depending on you." Belay sat in the front row and his teacher stood in front of him.

"I am not incompetent, Riddle," he began. "So I understand very well that what occurred in the Great Hall this morning was—for the most part—Nott's own mistake and foolishness." Belay looked at the man with slight surprise and increasing respect. "So I will allow this transgression to pass." Belay breathed easily; he wasn't going to be punished after all.

"However, you are to keep a closer eye on that snake of yours. If any more students are bitten I will have it removed from the premises." Belay solemnly agreed and they left to lunch.

"I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised," Blaise said to him as he sat down at the Slytherin table. "Professor Snape tends to lean with his own house."

"So you don't have detention anymore?" Draco asked across from him. Belay shook his head and took a sandwich from one of the plates. Swallowing, he peered over at the staff table and saw a very pinched looking McGonagalll shoot Snape a glare. He smiled lightly and just as quick as it came, it left. Blaise's fingers twitched as he looked over his schedule. "We've got Herbology, with the Gryffindors again!"

"Who makes these schedules anyway?" Draco growled, looking at his own. "Everyone knows Gryffindors and Slytherins don't get along."

Belay pet Peru with his fingers and the cobra hissed in pleasure. Several heads whipped around to look. Clearly they were all terrified that they'd be the next to be bitten. He smirked inwardly; he might be able to use this to his advantage in the future.

"Well," Draco coughed nervously. "I heard that Theo's not coming back until tomorrow. The healers just needed to pump out the puss in his hand and do a blood transfer-"

"Draco!" Pansy shrieked beside him. "Don't talk about that when people are eating!"

"Don't talk when I'm eating, Parkinson. "Daphne hissed. "Or I might just be ill."

Belay hadn't even noticed the girl before she spoke but now he could see she looked haggard, even under her make up. Undoubtedly, the first year girl's dorm had been filled with…less than pleasant remarks the night before. The two bickered and snapped for several minutes and Belay decided to finish his meal as quickly as possible as not to have a reason to bear this drama for much longer.

Blaise and Draco followed his lead and when they reached the doors Zaniel and Weasley intercepted them. "Hey their Potty!" Draco smirked. "And of course, we can't forget your pet Weasel.!" Zaniel was about to reply when Belay simply left. The rest just stared after him, not expecting the abandonment. Blaise was the first to come to his senses and run after him, leaving Draco out numbered two to one. He quickly followed them.

"Belay!" Blaise cried as he tried to catch up. "Belay! What's up? Why'd you run off like that?" Belay kept walking as he replied over his shoulder, "I did not come to this school to engage in petty fights over something so ridiculous as families." No, he hadn't. He had been sent to this school to drive a batty old man even farther off his train tracks.

Now outside and making their way down hill to Green house one, Blaise was able to catch up to Belay. "You should have seen Draco's face when you left," He laughed. "He was probably expecting you to back him up.

"Well my face looked no where near as bad as yours, Zabini!" Draco, too, had caught up with them and was now glowering at the Italian boy. "How could you both leave me like that!" The blonde was snarling now but Belay knew he would be over it. Draco obviously believed them to have some close friendship already and he had no intention of blowing that.

"Oh shove off!" Blaise was laughing hysterically now and Belay felt tempted as well. He could imagine Draco standing there alone with a surprised and disbelieving look on his face and it he nearly choked as he fought back the tickle in his throat. He coughed lightly instead but it caught both boys' attentions. "What?" He asked, nervousness settling in; had that cough alone been too much?"

"You were going to laugh." Blaise said simply, staring at him.

"Yes, well…so what?" Belay said as nonchalantly as he could.

"You were going to laugh!" Draco cried in shock and amazement. "That would be the first time I've seen it happen!"

"My laughing or not laughing should not be some grand entertainment to you." Belay snapped back, face flushing. 'Oh no Oh no Oh no.'

They looked at him with slightly glazed eyes but snapped out of it as the rest of their class came jogging down the hill for Herbology. Belay let out a relieved breath and watched their teacher unlock the door to Greenhouse one.

"Alright class!" The woman cried merrily. "Everyone inside now!" They filed inside and some looked in awe at the variety of flora and vines that were spread about the greenhouse. In the center were a few tables pushed together to form one long enough to give them each a spot though there weren't any chairs to sit in. "I'm your Herbology teacher, Professor Sprout!" The woman told them cheerily. "Get out your books and turn to page eight please!"

Resting his book on the table, Belay saw never just across from him. The round faced boy smiled shyly and waved. Belay inclined his head in greeting and began to read the chapter they had been told to open up to.

"We'll be jumping right into plants that thrive in the dark," Sprout told them. "And as you see, Devil's Snare is first in our text." Belay brought out his notes once more and began to worry that perhaps he hadn't brought enough parchment to the school. He'd need to send a note to his father anyway.

"Devil's Snare prefers cold, wet, and dark places, "Sprout explained. "It would burn and shrivel up in minutes if left out in the sun or any light, so it is very rare to see outside of older building or lad such as the Forbidden Forest." Belay's eye wandered over the class, picking up on who was sleeping, who was taking notes and the like. Neville seemed intrigued and was more than likely writing them verbatim.

He put that in his mental file of the boy and continued to take his own notes. The class seemed to go by much faster—possibly because the teacher wasn't angry or annoyed with him—and the clock tower rang to signal its end.

"Now we've just got a study hall," Blaise told him and Belay found himself pulled back up to the castle before Zaniel could even turn his head to look for him. Belay inwardly thanked the boy as they were the first to arrive in the study hall room. Sitting down, he decided it was the best time to write his letter.

He made sure to include a detailed description of each person he had met and included that Blaise had known who he was. The rest consisted of what Belay knew his father wanted to hear.

Dumbledore looked panicked for a moment after my name was called for sorting but he quickly recovered. I don't think anyone else noticed though. He seemed rather unnerved for the rest of the feast.

While bringing it to a close, he remembered to mention his need for more parchment and signed it with a flick of his quill. Blaise leaned over to look at the letter and asked. "Who are you writing to?"

"Father," Belay replied quietly. Blaise squinted at the paper and brought it closer to his eyes as if he were incapable of reading. "What language is this in? I can't read a word!"

'That's the point,' Belay thought. "Runes," he lied. It was actually in parstletongue but Blaise was better off not knowing about that paticular secret quite yet.

Belay finished his reading assignment for Transfiguration and by the time dinner came around he was very much ready to go to sleep. Both Blaise and Draco—having no intention to be left out of things this time—led him to the Great Hall despite his telling them he'd rather go and sleep. They merely replied that it wouldn't be healthy to skip a meal and it would turn habitual.

Belay considered telling them that he really didn't care and to let go him now but he found himself incapable of doing so. With his letter clenched in the hand that Peru occupied, he realized that he truly wished to have friends like these. For people to openly care about him and not just run off knowing that they did. He'd only every sat down and dinner with his Father on his Birthdays. He was a busy man, Belay could not begrudge him for that, but it was such a rare treat.

Dinner with those who cared…

It sounded cheesy in his head but he felt his chest warm up. It must have shown on his face because both boys—who had been bickering over which end of the table they'd be sitting at—suddenly went quite. It took a moment for Belay to realize he was smiling and his eyes widened and the corners of his lips smoothed out once more to the stoic mask that he wore everyday to protect himself; from those who could hurt his body and heart.

The rest of the trek to the Great Hall was accompanied by a comfortable silence, Blaise and Draco knew that they witnessed something that would either lead to a long and binding friendship or Belay's own self induced alienation.

It wasn't until later that night that he gave Peru the letter for his father and sent the snake off. Preparing for bed, Belay ignored the other boys, once again stripping behind the safety of his bed's curtains. As he lifted his hips to pull off his trousers he heard the door to their dorm open and close quietly. "Theo! You're back already!" Belay felt very uncomfortable at Draco's exclamation and hurriedly pulled on his pajama bottoms and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yeah," Nott replied coldly. "They let me out earlier than expected." A few steps forward. "Where's Riddle?" He didn't get a reply for a moment until Draco slowly said, "Changing, why?"

The curtains around Belay's bed were ripped open, causing him to open his eyes wide in surprise. Nott looked down at him with a vicious scowl and snarled, "Changing behind the curtains, you fag!" Draco grabbed hold of Nott and tore him away from Belay's bed.

But it was too late—Crabbe and Goyle, the ones Belay had been most worried would be affected by his allure were staring with open mouths. Milky, unblemished and smooth skin, black ringlets that fell past his shoulders…Belay could only be thankful that he wasn't facing away or the entire dorm would have caught his wing's tattoos.

The two boys' eyes were glazed and Crabbe had taken a step forward. Belay had never been this vulnerable before. Whenever he had encountered such problems he had been fully clothed but here was half naked against two very large, very strong boys. His heart rate sped up drastically and he felt his fangs growing even longer. It was like instinct was taking over to fight off this new threat.

A wild and disturbing snarl zapped both boys and they leapt back, eyes wide and aware. Belay turned slitted eyes on Nott, now frozen along with Draco who was grasping his arm. Both looked terrified.

"Fuck off Nott," Belay felt himself hiss, eyes never leaving the other boy's. Nott unfroze and nodded hastily before scampering to the other end of the Dorm.

"What's going on in here, I heard a weird sound," Blaise said, walking out of the bathroom in his pajamas. Belay had already swung the curtains closed and Draco had, trembling, went to his own bed. Blaise didn't get an answer. "Oh!" He cried, "welcome back Nott!" The boy ignored him and went about getting ready for bed. Though Blaise thought this very strange he climbed under his covers and went to sleep.

Belay was first up and first out once again. He did not talk to anyone that morning and was completely stoic the rest of the day. He did not join in on the coversation about Quirrel's smelly head wrap and did not care that Draco and Blaise sent his worried looks every once in a while. Belay did not do much of anything that day but sit and do his school work. That is, until Charms class.

Lily Potter was sitting behind her desk and she greeted him kindly though she did not receive a response. Though it puzzled her greatly she didn't force the boy into speaking with her. When her own son came bounding in, he gave a small hug and talked with her quietly about his day.

Both Blaise and Draco sat beside Belay once again and whispered to one another in such a quiet fashion that not even Belay could hear them. It made him nervous but he decided that he was just paranoid from the incident the night before.

Professor Potter did the roll call and began to explain how to perform a Levitation charm. Like most subjects, Belay was already proficient in Charms through what he believed to be fifth year level and did not pay much attention. This was a far cry from his normal behavior, but perhaps it was less him and more who the teacher was and had been to him.

"I've got everone name in this hat!" Potter held up a rather old Hogwats cap. "I will pull oout two names and that's who you'll be paired to work with." She stuck her hand into the hat a procured two pieced of parchment.

"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." Both look genuinely horrified and gave each other the evil eye.

"Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson." Blaise groaned and the same tickle from the day before rose in his throat but this time he forced it down.

"Vincent Crabbe and Lavender Brown."

"Zaniel Potter and Daphne Greengrass."

Belay wondered just who he would be partnered with.

"Pavarti Patil and Millicent Bulstrode."

"Theodore Nott and Seamus Finnigan."

"Neville Longbottom and Belay Riddle."

Belay's mouth nearly dropped open. That was a surprise. At least he hadn't anything to fear from little Neville. Across the room the other boy smiled at him.

"And lastly Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas. Now go to your partners and get a feather to levitate." Belay went to the desk first to get the feather, and froze only a moment when Potter did the same. She looked at him with an odd expression but he kept his face schooled and took the feather.

Neville was fidgeting in his seat with his wand. It looked old and didn't seem to fit him right at all. "Hello Belay," he smiled again but this time it looked more forced. "Why don't you go first."

Ah, so that was it. Neville wasn't sure about how to do it still. Belay performed the spell easily and was the first to make his feather float. "Good job Mr. Riddle!" Potter said and awarded ten points to Slytherin. Belay gestured for Neville to try it himself but he received a fearful look. With an internal sigh, Belay explained and demonstrated how to cast the levitation spell. Neville nodded and seemed to fully understand what Belay was showing him and made an attempt.

The feather floated limply but fell back on to the table quickly. Seeing the disappointed look on his face, Belay quickly told him, "It's not you, Neville. It's that wand of yours, it doesn't fit you right." Neville blushed a little and said, "It's my Dad's old wand. My Gran said I didn't need to get a new one when his was still lying around." Belay frowned.

"You'll never be able to perform magic at your full potential if your wand isn't even your match. Tell your Gran that over the Winter break." Neville nodded and the flush remained on his face as he stared at the feather. Hermione and Draco were working not too far away from Weasley and Thomas. Having successfully levitated the feather already Hermione was lecturing the other two Gryffindors on how to dot it themselves. "No, Ron, you're doing it all wrong!" She yelled at him in frustration and Thomas gave it a try himself.

An explosion rocked the classroom and Weasley and Thomas's feather lay in a pile of ash on the desk. "Well," Potter laughed tensely. "Let's end the lesson here today." The rest of the class was spend talking in low voices until the clock tower announced the end of the period. As they left Potter shouted that there homework was to practice the spell and for them to read up on chapter one of their Charms texts

On his way out, Belay was bumped gently by Blaise who steered him to walk beside Draco near the wall. "Why are you avoiding us?" He hissed. "And what happened about our deal?" Belay narrowed his eyes at them both. "If it's about last night," Draco whispered. "We get it, you're a little strange and you like your privacy." Blaise gave the blonde a funny look.

"What happened last night?"

"I got angry at Nott, that's all," Belay cut in.

"Angry? Downright viscous is more like it," Draco snorted. "He snarled at everyone, and I mean snarled."

Belay growled lowly at Draco who backed down immediately. Blaise however looked at Belay appraisingly. "So that's what I hear last night." Belay nodded and started to walk a little faster. The other two just sped up with him. Inside the Great Hall, the food had Belay's mouth watering, though he hadn't a clue why he was so ravenous.

He filled his plate with a wider variety than usual and cleaned it completely by the end. No one had spoken to him throughout the entire meal and he had been to engrossed with his food to notice until now. Looking up, he found the first year boys all watching him warily. He rose a brow at them and watched the food turn to desserts.

He took a healthy serving of white frosted chocolate cake; he wanted to test something. Bringing a piece to his mouth, he devoured it in the most borderline sexual way he could. A head or two snapped around in the hall but the first year all appeared nervous of him still.

This was a delightful development. Before going to bed, he sent

So went the next few days. He had slowly become more open around Blaise and Draco though he didn't show it in the open. The first year Slytherin boys may now be immune to his Dark Angel's allure, but the rest of the school was still ready and willing to be victimized. It was Sunday now, and he allowed himself the afternoon to sleep in. When he awoke and showered, he made his way down to the common room to find Draco and Blaise eyeing the notice with excitement.

"Flying Lessons before lunch tomorrow!" Belay felt his wings stir under his skin and forced back a shudder. He grinned slightly back at Draco. "With who?" The joyous expression faded to that of annoyance.

"Gryffindors, of course," He said sarcastically. "I bet Longbottom will be the first to fall off." Belay frowned. He had become rather fond of the timid Gryffindor—those two words contradicted one another so much.

"Leave Neville alone, Draco," Belay warned. "He's just shy." The blonde snorted rudely and Belay rolled his eyes, a very common occurrence nowadays.

Sunday was spent relaxing out side by the lake, enjoying the September sun for as long as possible before Fall brought its cool winds. It was warm and Belay longed to unsheathe his wings as they were starting to cramp from being withheld for such a prolonged period of time. All he needed was a good streeeetch! Nothing more, he'd pull them right back in. But he couldn't, Especially with Blaise and Draco there. He would have to wait until the Winter Holidays.

(Mahser!) Belay swung his head around toward the Forbidden forest. Peru was slithering toward him with a large scroll in his teeth.

Belay could not speak to Peru while Blaise was around so he pet the snake on the head instead and brought his index finger to his lips and shushed quietly. He removed the scroll from Peru's mouth and the cobra curled around his arm and seemed to sigh happily. (I missed you master! It was so cold without a warm master to keep the chills away!)

Belay nearly choked on his own laughter, causing his two friends to look at him funny. 'Friends?' He thought. 'When did they become friends?' He didn't know but he supposed it really didn't matter. The sun was bright and warm, he had a letter from his father in his pocket waiting to be read, and he had people who he could count on to stick with him—despite only knowing them for three trying days.

All was right with Belay and he couldn't help but snuggle back into the tree and the comfort of Draco's shoulder. The blonde looked at him oddly but smiled. If these people were truly going to be his friends, Belay was going to give it his all to keep what they had.

A/N

Hey! Happy Valentines Day everyone! I've got a poll on my profile who Belay will end up with in the end, so please cast your votes! New pairings will be put up as they are anounced, so if you prefer one that's not up there, tell me so I can add. However, there are some that I have NO intention of doing.

Belay/ Hermione

Belay/ Ginny

Belay/ Cho

Those are the big nonos. I have a whole week off of school so I hope to update again soon, check out Harry Potter and the Inner Demon on my other account (SnarlingDemons) as I'm working on that too. In my WebDesign class I am making a site for ALL my fanfictions and some pics that I have done and will do for them. Yes people, you WILL see The Belay Faiza Riddle in PIXELS.