The Heirs of Heaven and Hell

By: Celeste Jacobs

Chapter 23: Draco's Search

Rated: M

Beta: Maria

A/N: If you are going to write a flame then you might want to put your name. It doesn't make sense to me that you have the courage to write it but you don't have the courage to put your name. This is my story and if you don't like the way it is written then just hit the back button. Oh and one more thing, I don't like people taking their anger out on me because they are having a bad day. Obviously, my story is not worth the cursing and the capital letters.

"Who is Helga Hufflepuff?" asked Abel.

"I don't know who she is but at least we know that this was her room" replied Draco.

The two lapsed into silence for a moment before it was broken by Abel's voice.

"So, who was that girl?"

"Pansy. She's been pursuing me since I stepped foot in this damned place. There's also a boy named Blaise who thinks I'm his personal property. I just want them to go away!" Draco finished in a rush.

"You must fight back little Dragon. Just because you are pure doesn't mean you can allow people to walk all over you," said Abel.

"I try to Abel but I find myself shutting down inside. I even managed to sneak out of my dorm the other night just to get away from them but wherever I go trouble follows" said Draco.

"What do you mean trouble follows you?" asked Abel.

Draco wondered if he should tell Abel of his savior.

"No" he thought. He would find his savior on his own.

"Nevermind. I have to get going anyway, I have class in about fifteen minutes," said Draco before placing the name plaque on the desk and disappearing through the wall.

Abel bit his lip for a moment before walking out. He knew that Draco was hiding something but the Angel wasn't his mission. He needed to find his brother and along the way he would find out who the purple-eyed girl was.

Draco sat in the Great Hall pushing around his glazed carrots. He was thinking about how to find his savior. He knew that the boy had green eyes and long black hair but that was it. He didn't even know what house the other boy was in. Draco found himself becoming angry and pushed some of his hair behind his right ear. How would he find one person in this crowded school? He stood up in a huff and before Pansy could ask where he was going the blonde slapped his plate, causing the contents to spill all over Blaise's robe. Draco stormed out of the hall with all eyes on him.

Harry had been watching the blonde whose name he found out to be Draco from a very helpful Ravenclaw. This was the first time he was able to study the Slytherin more closely.

At one point, when Draco brushed his hair away from his face, Harry was allowed a glimpse of ice blue eyes. It was not long after that when he saw a plate go crashing into another boy's lap. Harry remembered him as the one who threatened him the other night and frowned. The boy was lucky to be getting just carrots in his lap. Harry watched Draco storm out and decided this would be the time to meet him again.

"I don't do parties" said Siena as a boy tried to push a blue envelope into her hand.

"But you don't understand. It's not just any party. It's one of the famous Ravenclaw parties. It's by invitation only and only the hottest girls and guys can come," said the boy.

"And like I said I don't do parties,"

Anthony Goldstein stood for a moment, watching Siena walk down the hall. He had to get her to come to the party tonight. She was one of the first girls on the list after the boys had seen her studying in the library. No self-respecting Ravenclaw boy could pass up a cute and studious girl. He only had one chance left and if he didn't get her, the boys would kill him.

"There will be alcohol!" he shouted. Luckily there wasn't a professor around to hear it.

Siena stopped for a moment and laughed to herself. The boy was trying so hard to get her to come to this party and he'd even tried using alcohol to do it, but what he didn't know was that she didn't drink. She was about to say no yet again when a thought came to her. The boy in the owlery was from Ravenclaw and maybe he would be at the party. Siena walked back and Anthony gave her the envelope.

"Then I just might have to check out one of these famous Ravenclaw parties," said Siena with a smile before once again walking away.

Anthony smiled and gave himself a pat on the back.

Ginny sat on her bed staring at a blue envelope. She could not believe that she had been invited to one of the Ravenclaw parties. It was a well known fact that every house except Slytherin was invited and it was another well known fact that the Slytherins could throw a better party. The Ravenclaws made the parties seem special because of the invitations but George and Fred had told her once that the music was lame and the alcohol was weak.

"Maybe it will be different this year" thought Ginny.

Sitting beside Ginny, Cain watched as she opened the envelope. He honestly didn't feel like going to a party. He wouldn't be able to enjoy it because he would be making sure Ginny didn't drink any drug laced punch or was too drunk to stand on her own two feet.

Ginny place the envelope under her pillow and went to go find Lavender.

"Maybe she got an envelope too" thought Ginny.

Draco put his hands over his face. He was horrified at what he'd done in the Great Hall and couldn't even figure out where the anger had come from. He had never been angry in his entire life, but he could feel the satisfaction building at the thought of Blaise's face when the carrots spilled all over him. Why did he feel so good about something so wrong? Draco shook his head for a moment. He was supposed to be putting on an act, not becoming the person he was pretending to be. Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize he was outside until he felt the rain. He sat down on the stone steps and allowed the rain to pelt against his body.

"Haven't you heard that self pity gets you nowhere?" asked a masculine voice.

Draco slowly turned around and his eyes widened. Before him a boy in a Gryffindor robe leaned against a pillar with a smirk on his face. His black hair was tied back with a red ribbon and his green eyes looked as though he was gazing into Draco's soul. Draco knew those eyes. This was the boy who had saved him.

"What would you know?" Draco snapped. He had to keep up his appearance…

Harry raised his right eyebrow. He pushed himself off of the pillar and headed towards the Slytherin.

"I know a lot of things. I know when someone is pitying themselves and I know when things are not what they seem," said Harry as he circled around the blonde.

"I could say the same thing," whispered Draco. He found that the closeness of the other boy was making his heart beat erratically and he tried to control his breathing. He could also feel the darkness emanating from the Gryffindor.

"How so little one?" asked Harry as he stared into the ice blue eyes that he'd first seen at dinner.

"I can feel the darkness around you. No human can be that evil," said Draco.

Harry smiled.

"Aren't you a smart one? So then maybe you can tell me who made me save you," said Harry.

"I don't understand" said Draco.

"But I think you do. You see, I was perfectly content letting you die that night. Your soul would have been mine to torture and to play with," said Harry.

Draco found himself stepping back as the boy came closer to him.

"You're a demon," whispered Draco.

But before Harry could reply a voice interrupted his.

"What are you doing with him Draco?" sneered Blaise.

Draco was thankful for the interruption but he hated the fact that it was Blaise.

"None of your business Blaise," gritted Draco before walking past Harry.

Blaise grabbed Draco's arm.

"You are mine. Remember that," Blaise growled.

Draco yanked his arm free and walked away.

Harry watched as Blaise walked towards him. The aura radiating off the Slytherin felt strangely familiar. It was odd and misplaced. It was as if the soul had been placed into an empty shell. Then it hit him. He knew whose soul it was.

"Well, well, well, it seems that our little Jack has found himself a new home," said Harry.

"How do you know who I am?" asked a startled Blaise.

Harry ignored the question and continued on.

"When did you start liking boys Jack? Wasn't it girls that you used to cut open and kill on the streets of London?" asked Harry.

"Those prostitutes were just like my mother; dirty and worthless," hissed Blaise.

"Why are you here Jack? Who sent you back? Last I heard you were serving time in Limbo even though everyone knows you should have gone straight to Hell," said Harry as he stalked towards the boy.

"None of your goddamn business. I don't know who you are and I don't care. Just stay away from my domain and I just might not have to hurt you," said Blaise.

"We'll see about that Jack. We'll see," replied Harry.

Blaise clenched his jaw after the Gryffindor had walked away. He didn't know why the boy was here but he was treading on dangerous territory. If Draco found out who he was then everything would be ruined. He needed to get rid of the boy now and he knew just who to contact. The one who sent him to Earth in the first place.

Albus's Office:

Albus sat in his office with a black patch over his left eye. Madame Pomfrey had told him to wear it until his eye grew back in a couple of weeks. He was currently sifting through the time schedules of two of his newest students. The man wanted him to keep an eye on the two boys in exchange for keeping his secret.

"Draco Beelzebub and Harry Yahweh" he thought. "What unusual names"

The creaking of his office door alerted him to another presence.

"Hello Susan,"

A smile graced the headmaster's face as the young girl sat in the chair in front of his desk. The fear in her face still managed to make him hard.

"The mission can wait" he thought. He had something much more important to attend to.