With Wings, You Can Fly
Author's Note: hello there again! (: This is rather fast uploading, but only because I had most of chapter two done already! The next chapter will probably take longer, but that's okay (i hope!). Our dear Harry is rather confused, but all will be well soon...or will it? :D I'm not even really sure what's going to happen...*scared face*
Chapter Two: Nephilim?
Harry sat up, the lights in the Hospital Wing almost blinding him as he blinked awake. He saw that his arms and hands were bandaged, and could tell that they were still slightly stinging from the fiery burning feeling...what day was it again? Harry didn't know how long he had been out. Twisting around to find his glasses, Harry noticed that his upper body was also bandaged. On the table beside his bed was a mirror and a note. Picking up the note first, Harry read it quickly.
Harry, look in the mirror I have placed for you, but please do not act without further instruction. Mr. Malfoy will be tracked down and immediately brought to you with an explanation. - Headmaster Dumbledore
'Why do I need to see Malfoy? Did he do this to me? If he did, when I get my hands on that slimy git...'
Harry's train of thought slipped when he remembered the mirror. Cautiously picking it up, Harry glanced at it. What he saw made his jaw drop. 'Who am I?' Harry thought to himself.
He felt his face to make sure that it wasn't some sort of trick. No, it wasn't a trick. His face was more rugged and he had lost all of his baby fat. Not that there was much to begin with, Quidditch had gotten rid of most of it. But now, Harry had the clearest most perfect skin that he had ever seen, and his eyes were sparkling emerald green; brighter than ever before. His skin shone golden brown, just slightly lighter than it had been. His hair even seemed shinier and more black than ever. It trailed down his arse to his knees!
'Blimey!' Harry thought, tugging the ebony strands to make sure they were real.
Suddenly surprised by a loud knock at the Hospital Wing's door, Harry dropped the mirror and it shattered by the edge of his bed.
"Bad luck for seven years Potter? Such a pity." Draco strutted into the room and smirked, but there was no hostile tone to his voice. It was more of a light banter, and it immediately left Harry feeling confused. Harry was also confused to why Draco was shirtless.
Draco took a closer look at Harry, and was surprised. It was the same for Harry with Draco. Both of them were obviously the same person, but they were more handsome and grown up and had long flowing hair.
Not knowing what to say, Harry decided to play along with Malfoy's 'friendly banter'. "Cat got your tongue, Malfoy?" Harry was aware that he was now sexy-fine, and took advantage of it by flipping his hair over his shoulder and winking at a befuddled Draco.
Draco gave Harry a once-over and winked back, watching the blush spread across Harry's face.
"Ahem..." Harry and Draco looked over at an amused Dumbledore. "Now then, as you can see, you both went through some changes! Wonderful!" Dumbledore paused for dramatic effect. "And I was wondering if you would explain this to Harry, Mr. Malfoy, as he is probably quite confused at the moment."
"Err..." Draco stumbled around, trying to find the right words. "Well, you see, I'm part vampire, and apparently somewhere down the line my great great great grandfather decided to mate with a half-angel. So I'm some sort of vampire angel hybrid. My mother said it skipped her generation, so she's been waiting for me to sprout these..."
Draco grabbed for his wand and undid a glamour that was hiding his newest addition. Giant feathery wings popped out of no where, and Harry gasped at the sight Draco made. With his long blonde hair and pure white wings, he looked like a true angel, or at least what Harry suspected angels should look like.
Finding his voice, Harry asked, "So where are your vampire qualities then? And what in Merlin's pants does this have to do with me?" Harry suddenly remembered his strange markings and new appearance.
"I'm not sure what the vampire qualities are yet, except for these markings possibly. But I've never heard of a vampire with black markings before..." Draco was lost in thought for a moment. "Perhaps it's because of the vampire and angel blood mixing."
"Well that's nice and what not, but what does this have to do with me, exactly?" Harry exclaimed, throwing his hands up only to wince and lower them down again.
"What's wrong?" Draco didn't miss the pain spreading across Harry's features.
"Arms burn. Take a look, because I haven't yet." Harry held his arms out for Draco to inspect.
Draco took Harry's arm and carefully unwrapped it. As the bandages unraveled, they revealed similar black marks as those on Draco. "You have the same as me...except mine don't hurt." Draco skimmed his fingers across Harry's burning flesh and Harry's eyes grew wide.
"They don't hurt anymore!" Harry cried out.
Draco touched Harry's other arm.
"This one doesn't hurt now either!" Harry looked at his now-bare chest, as he had unraveled the bandages there as well. "What in Merlin's name..." he breathed.
Across Harry's chest was what looked to be more markings, except they were slightly thinner than Draco's and they curled more around his torso and lower back.
"Gentlemen, I believe now that Harry is awake and aware, I shall put glamours on you and send you to a different part of the castle." Dumbledore made himself present to the conversation once more.
"Where to, Headmaster? I don't think that our house mates would appreciate both of our presences in one of the common rooms. Gryffindor and Slytherin, remember?" Draco sniffed.
"Well I'm sure our Harry here knows just the right room for you." Dumbledore winked. "Here you are now!" Dumbledore waved his wand and a glamour appeared over Draco's wings, markings, and hair, and over Harry's hair and markings as well. He conjured up a shirt for Harry, and handed it to him.
"Thanks Dumbledore, do you want us at breakfast?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Do what you think is best boys, but I might suggest only showing your closest friends what has happened." He became serious for a moment, but then the cheery twinkle came back to his eyes. "Goodnight boys!"
Harry and Draco bid their good-byes, and left the Hospital Wing. Draco turned to Harry. "What room is he talking about?" Draco glared at Harry, as if not knowing was causing him a great deal of pain.
"Just follow me." Harry started at a brisk walk and grabbed Draco's arm.
As the pair neared the seventh floor, Draco realized that Harry had been grabbing onto his arm the whole time.
"Get off!" Draco brushed his arm as if it was diseased.
"We're here." Harry's mouth twitched as he poked Draco to make him let out a very unmanly squeak.
Draco sneered. "And where, exactly, is here?"
Harry paced the hallway three times before a giant oak door appeared before their eyes.
"Here." Harry smirked and pushed the door open, a gaping Draco following him in.
"What is this, Potter?" Draco gained his signature sneer back and crossed his arms. Giving the room a once-over, Draco noted that Harry's ability to decorate wasn't too terrible. Minus the red and gold colors that just screamed 'Gryffindor', the room was fairly cozy. It had two large, plush couches and a glowing fireplace. The couches were a dark red and there was a gold table in between them, with steaming cups of hot chocolate beside them.
"Room of Requirement. It basically gives you what you need or desire." Harry explained as he grabbed his hot chocolate and sniffed it. "Not bad, last time I forgot the marshmallows."
"I see..." Draco said, making a note in his mind to check out what other types of rooms he could come up with later.
"So tell me, Malfoy, what your plan is now that you have turned me into some strange sort of hybrid." Harry stated calmly while actually seething on the inside. He didn't have time for this crap!
"I didn't do it on purpose," Draco glared. "Just read this book." Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny book. He grabbed his wand, enlarged it, and handed it to Harry (ooer!).
"Are you going to stay here, or should we go back to our dorms?" Harry glanced at Draco.
"Well I'm not going to pass up a possibly free day tomorrow, so you can do what you want. I'm staying here regardless. Hell if I'm going back to Slytherin with giant arse wings." Draco thought hard for a moment, and suddenly a giant silver and green bed was conjured in the corner of the room. "Much better." He commented, making his way over to the bed and stretching out on his stomach. 'Stupid wings,' He thought, pulling an depressed look. 'Can't even lay on my back.' Draco undid his glamour, and his wings once again reappeared.
Harry could only stare. Suddenly all he wanted to do was stroke Draco's feathers. They looked so...so fragile. Harry trailed his eyes past Draco's wings to his lower back, where his shirt had ridden up from laying down. It was a pale and milky white, and Harry had the urge to touch. 'Draco looks appetizing...' Harry shook his head. 'What's come over me?'
"Are you just going to stand there, Potter?" Draco mumbled, as his face was in a pillow.
Harry rolled his eyes and conjured a bed for himself beside Draco's bed. He flopped onto the medium sized, gold and red canopy bed. It looked a lot like the ones in Gryffindor, Harry noticed. He also undid his glamour.
"So why exactly are we awkwardly laying here? Are you going to tell me what happened or not?" Harry said as he adjusted his position to get comfortable.
"Don't act as if I'm enjoying this Potter. I actually happen to be drowning in misery." Draco muttered into his pillow. "Just read the damn book and we'll talk in the morning."
Harry grumbled a response and picked the book off the end of the bed. He brushed his hand over the cover, reading the word 'Nephilim'. He raised his eyebrows, not recognizing the word. Opening the first page, Harry came upon a table of contents.
'Lets see here...Chapter one: What Is A Nephilim? Simple enough, I'll start there then.' Harry thought as he skimmed through the table of contents. He flipped to page three and started reading.
'Nephilim are the product of fallen angels and humans. They are an ancient race dating back thousands of years. Nephilim are unusually strong, and have healing capabilities. Nephilim are said to be giants, but this was proven to be wrong. The ancient scholars saw them as being giants because of their strength and their large wingspan. Nephilim have an average wingspan of five feet, and the wings can be a variety of colors (see pg. 58 for details).'
Harry stopped and looked over at Draco, who was now snoring slightly and clutching his pillow. He stared for one more second, then went back to the book.
'Chapter 2: How these creatures came to be. These special creatures were created when Shemhezai, an angel of high rank, led a sect of angels to earth to teach the humans righteousness. When the angels saw the daughters of men, they lusted after them. They taught the women in magic and conjuring, mated with them, and created hybrid offspring named the Nephilim.
'Weird!' Harry thought. 'Those were some twisted angels...on to chapter three! Mating...rituals...?'
'The Nephilim do not mate in the same way that their parents did. The fallen angels mated with only humans, for an angel could not produce offspring with another angel. Nephilim must also choose a human partner, however, in some cases there have been matings with half-humans. Nephilim are known to mate for life, meaning that they only have one partner. The Nephilim has a natural attraction to their mate already, so it is not someone that the Nehphilim would dislike. The actual mating ritual starts with the Nephilim verbally telling the partner they they are attracted to them, and that they would like to court them. Then once the mate accepts, they will start their courting rituals. Not every ritual is the same for each couple, so it is difficult to predict what might happen. There are a total of five steps in each mating ritual, however. Step one is the beginning of the courting ritual. Step two is the mate accepting the offer. Step three is a physical bond, one that must be sealed with a kiss. Step four is an emotional bond. Step five is the complete sealing of the entire bond, which must be sealed with sexual intercourse.'
Harry stopped. He looked at Draco, looked at the book, and then quickly ran out of the room in fear. 'What the hell?' He thought as he ran out of the room, not stopping to make sure that Draco was still asleep. 'Does this mean that I'm HIS mate? Of course not, that's just part of the book...I must be some sort of Nephilim or whatever, and Draco's Nephilim blood must have awakened mine. That's all, nothing else!' Harry ran into the Gryffindor common room panting, and then calmed himself. 'I have to talk to Sirius. He'll know what to do.' Harry snuck up the stairs and found the Marauders Map and his Invisibility Cloak. He slipped the cloak on and found the tiny dot that said 'Sirius Black'. He was on the other side of the castle, but Harry didn't care. He just needed someone to confide in.
Back in the Room of Requirement, Draco was still sleeping soundly. He had heard something when Harry ran out and slammed the door, but didn't pay any attention to it. Potter could go die for all he cared at the moment, because he was getting his beauty sleep.
Harry walked quickly and quietly to Sirius' dot on the map. Remus' dot was also near his, and he debated on telling him as well. He would, he decided, because Remus was like his other father. After standing outside of the door for a few minutes trying to regain his composure and breath, Harry put his glamour back on before knocking on the door.
"One minute!" A loud voice called. There were several shuffling noises, and the muttering of, "Dammit!"
Harry hoped he wasn't interrupting anything important, like teacher duties and what not.
Sirius opened the door, looking peeved. "Yes?" He then saw who it was, and a smile lit up his face. "Harry!" Remus peeked around Sirius' shoulder, a light blush on his face.
"Can I come in?" Harry asked, still slightly out of breath.
"Yes, yes of course." Sirius ushered Harry in the door and closed it. "What brings you here so late?" He asked, pointing Harry to a couch. "There a party going on?"
Harry shook his head. "Not exactly. It's rather important though."
Remus sat down by Harry, and Sirius sat across from him propping his feet up on a coffee table. "Do tell." Remus gave Sirius a warning look; one that said 'be a good boy!'
"Earlier today, you saw what happened in the Great Hall, right?" Harry asked the two men.
"Yes, what was that?" Remus answered, looking concerned.
"Well, I guess when I touched Draco's arm, it triggered something in us. He's part Nephilim and part vampire, apparently. And now I might be his mate, and his wings are freaking gorgeous, and Ron is going to hate me, and I have weird tattoos, and my hair is too long!" Everything started spilling out at once.
"Whoa! Slow down there! You're Malfoy's mate?" Sirius asked, flabbergasted.
"What Sirius meant to ask was, how are you feeling Harry?" Remus asked, patting Harry's arm.
"Horrible. And rotten." Harry sniffed, tears threatening to spill from his green eyes.
"What did you mean your hair was too long? And tattoos?" Sirius couldn't stop asking questions.
"Yeah, look." Harry waved his wand and the glamour fell once more.
Sirius and Remus gasped. Remus put an arm around Harry, while Sirius just stared.
"It keeps getting tangled." Harry pouted, trying to tug at the knots that had formed in his lucious locks.
"I have just the thing!" Remus bounded from the room, disappearing into another door. He rummaged around, and then with the sound of, "Ah ha!" leapt back out into the living room where Sirius was still staring at Harry.
Remus held out a brush and a hair tie. "I used to have to put Sirius' hair up all the time when we were in school. I just so happened to have one of these in my bag!" Remus sat back down and began to brush Harry's hair.
Harry sighed. "Thanks, Remus."
"No problem. Sirius, what do you think?" Remus asked the silent godfather.
Sirius blinked owlishly. "Well, you won't have a problem attracting the ladies."
Harry and Remus looked at each other, and then started laughing. That was something so Sirius to say, and neither of them expected it.
"Yeah, but that won't be a problem if Malfoy IS my mate. How is that even possible? The book I had said that it wouldn't have chosen me unless Draco was already attracted to me. But he hates me!" Harry suddenly remembered his dilemma.
"Maybe he acts like he hates you, but then really likes you!" Sirius exclaimed. "I had that problem in sixth year..." He trailed off, looking thoughtful.
"Or maybe it's fate ruining my life again, who knows?" Harry said, cynically.
Remus finished tying Harry's hair into a long braid down his back. "There, no more knots!"
Harry patted the back of his hair and looked gratefully at Remus.
"Err, Harry? You said that you were part vampire...what does that entail?" Sirius said, trying to cover his neck up with his shirt.
"I'm not really sure yet, I only got to the section in the book about mating, and then I came straight here." Harry pondered. "I think that these might have something to do with it though." He said, pointing to the winding black spirals on his arms. "They go all around my back and chest too."
Sirius stood and looked at them. "Wicked!" He exclaimed. "If nothing, you get awesome tattoos out of this thing."
Remus looked at Sirius again with an exasperated expression. "Honestly!"
Harry chuckled at the two Marauder's antics. "Is it alright if I stay here tonight?" He asked. "I'm not ready to face the world yet."
"That's perfectly fine, Harry. Just on through here then." Remus guided Harry to a spare bedroom, where a fire was roaring and a comfy bed was. "We'll be just through this other door."
"You and Sirius?" Harry questioned.
Remus covered his mouth in surprise. "Hold on."
Remus ran out of the room and whispered something to Sirius, who exploded with, "WHAT?" Remus whispered again, and Sirius could be heard whispering back. Then Remus came back.
"Sirius and I are, err, together." Remus scratched his head, looking at Harry with a pleading look in his eyes.
Harry looked up at Remus. "Are you happy?" He asked.
"Yes, I suppose so." Remus looked bewildered.
"Then I'm happy for you." Harry hugged Remus quickly, and then climbed into bed.
Remus laughed, and then said to Harry, "I don't know why Sirius was afraid of telling you. I knew that your reaction would be something like that."
"You'll be okay for tonight?" Remus asked Harry.
Harry nodded. "We can talk tomorrow, right?"
Remus nodded back. "Of course, goodnight cub."
The sandy haired werewolf left Harry to drift off to sleep. That night Harry dreamt of thousands and thousands of feathers drifting down to him from the heavens.
Author's Note: Mwahaha! I already have ideas brewing for the next chapter! If any of you know what Nephilim are, I'm mainly just taking the concept and twisting it to fit my selfish needs. And the vampire part will fill in later, I just like vampires! :D
I can't believe it's already 2012! Hopefully I can finish this story before we all explode or whatever...(I kid, I kid. I'm not a firm believer in the world ending.)
Quick question! Should these chapters be longer? I was going to make this one longer, but then it just kind of sounded good to end where I did. The next chapter has the best title! But should they be longer? I can do that if needed! (: BYE BYE!