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this is the story i wrote that is a draco x harry fanfic. My new name comes from the species i created for the story, good reading to those who want to read it
 Dark Kinisho Wraith · Wed Dec 06, 2006 @ 02:32pm · 0 Comments |
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The highest point in Hogwarts is the Astronomy tower and that is where Harry and Draco stood. It was their seventh year together and already they had fought and argued in the halls and corridors. In their latest fight they had agreed to duel each other and so had met up, locking the door behind them. That had been an hour ago and the two boys were bruised and bleeding slightly from past spells and jinxes. Harry was stood near the edge of the tower having just thrown a protective shield up when Draco suddenly managed to get through it and hit him with the disarming spell.
“Expelliarmus!” Harry’s wand flew out of his hand and Draco caught it deftly, a smirk on his face. It disappeared as he was Harry being thrown backwards against the towers edge by the spell, he briefly waved his hands about trying to balance himself but he suddenly lost and he toppled over the edge.
“Harry no!!!” Draco ran to where Harry had gone over, his face showing pure horror and concern at what had just happened, the old mask of spite and hatred broken. Unable to see any sign of Harry he leaned over further desperately, only seeing a flash of white below before he whispered to himself.
“Dammit Harry! I didn’t mean it, please be alive, please! Oh Merlin what have I done?” When he was still unable to see Harry he collapsed against the wall, burying his head into his arms and letting the tears fall, his sobs echoing over the now silent tower top.
“Dammit Harry. Why did you have to go and accept the duel? I only aggravated you so you’d notice me . . . Why?” he moaned into his arms.
“I accepted because it would’ve allowed me to be alone with you. The only reason I ever replied to your taunts was so that we’d talk in some way.” Draco’s head shot up to see Harry knelt in front of him, a pair of large white wings sprouting from his back. They sat looking at each other in silence as rain began to fall, the bell ringing out for eleven o’clock. Draco reached out a tentative hand and placed it on Harry’s cheek, as if checking that he was real, before surging forwards and wrapping his arms around the other boy’s neck in a hug. Before Harry had time to process what was happening, Draco pulled back and kissed him quickly before burying his head on Harry’s shoulder again.
“Dammit Harry, never, ever do anything like that again.” In reply Harry hugged Draco back, using his right hand to smooth down the hair on Draco’s neck, and pressed a quick, chaste kiss of his own to Draco’s head. They stayed like this until the rain stopped twenty minutes later, upon which Draco pulled back again to look at Harry.
“Harry, what . . . ?”
“You want to know about the wings?”
Draco nodded and Harry smiled back.
“Have you ever heard of the species known as Luminarium Letum?”
“It rings a bell. Aren’t they like the exact opposite of Dementors or something? Instead of taking in happiness they . . . err . . . give it out?”
“That’s them. You see, my mother was a pureblood but her parents had died and she was adopted by a muggle family. Her mother had, in desperation, slept with a pureblood Luminarium Letum, she was killed after my mother was born with it dormant in her, my father didn’t know and when I was born only my mother realized that I was not a carrier but a fully fledged Luminarium Letum.”
“But what about the side affects, having your own happiness drained around others as they take it in?” With a sigh Harry let go of Draco.
“My mother placed a constricting spell on the side effects so they are only a problem if my soul-mate turns me down after I offer them to be with me. If they do then at midnight that same day I die. Also I’m afraid there’s another reason I came up here.” Harry stood and took a step back from Draco, his wings curling around him slightly. Draco paled visibly as he remembered an earlier argument.
Flashback
“Oh look it’s the ‘great’ Harry Potter coming to lessons for once.”
“Shut-up Malfoy!”
“No. You know Potter, I don’t know why our ‘friends’ have hung around so long. You’re not so great. I wouldn’t have hung around if they were me.”
“So you’re saying if I was to offer you my hand in friendship you wouldn’t stick around?”
“I’d never be seen anywhere near you if it wasn’t for school, ever.”
Harry flinched and paled visibly before smiling sadly.
“You don’t know what you’ve just done do you?”
“No. And I don’t care either.”
“Well you should.”
“Your ego is so big isn’t it, argh, you’re so obnoxious. I therefore challenge you to a duel; let’s see if we can burst that giant bubble of yours. Ten o’clock at the astronomy tower tonight.”
Harry smiled his sad smile again.
“I accept.”
End Flashback
“Harry I didn’t mean . . . I didn’t . . .”
“It’s okay. At least I got to know your true feelings before I die. . .”
“No! Don’t say that,” Draco had stood and was now gripping Harry’s arms tightly, “you can’t die. Not now, I . . . I . . . I love you too much.”
Draco leant forwards and pressed his lips to Harry’s. Using his slight height advantage Draco deepened the kiss feeling Harry responding back. As they kissed the bell rang out for midnight and Harry started to glow, his wings curling around himself and Draco. As the last chime rang out the glow around Harry dissipated in a wave of happiness and Harry suddenly became limp in Draco’s arms.
“Harry?”
Draco lowered himself to his knees, holding Harry against him.
“Harry, I love you. I always did and always will.”
“That’s nice to know.” Draco looked down to see Harry smiling up at him weakly. He smiled back as the door burst open and Dumbledore came through with Ron and Hermione behind him.
“What has been going on here? Draco step away from him this instant.” Draco, who had helped Harry up as the door opened, took a small reluctant step back.
“Harry, come here now!”
“No!”
Dumbledore seemed shocked that Harry was disobeying him. But before he even had a chance to question Harry, said boy continued to speak.
“I’m fed up of always doing what you tell me to do. I know things you don’t know I know.” Dumbledore grinned.
“Oh really? Like what?”
“Like the fact that in fourth year you helped Barty Crouch Jr. put my name in the cup.” Dumbledore paled slightly but didn’t deny it. As Harry kept talking he kept he got paler and paler. “You’re the one who sent Quirrel to the forest where Voldemort was hiding in first year; it was you who gave Lucius the diary. You may have freed Sirius in the third year but it was because of you he nearly died later on, by not helping. And last year you faked your own death only to return as if by some magical force unknown to wizarding kind.”
Harry’s wings had started to change from soft, white feathers to sharp, black, leathery wings and all sense of happiness was being pulled out of everyone. But Harry kept going; now so close he was physically poking Dumbledore in the chest.
“All you ever did was push me harder and harder each year into a corner I couldn’t get out of. You even tried to create hatred between the school houses and the hat knew. Ron here is in on it while you’ve put Hermione under the imperious curse. But do you know what is even more sickening than that?”
Harry stepped away, his wings now twice their previous size. He moved to stand next to Draco who was staring in horror at the figures in the doorway. Dumbledore glared evilly at Harry.
“No, I don’t. But I’m sure you’re about to tell us.”
“Damn right I am. I found out, from Voldemort’s mind itself that you are a Death Eater and it was you that made Wormtail confess to where my parents were!”
Dumbledore started to laugh, but the laugh wasn’t his usual warm and funny laugh, this laugh was cold and full of malice. So much so that it made everyone else flinch at the sound of it. Dumbledore’s hand rose slowly, his sleeve pulling back to reveal a skull and snake, the dark mark, his wand in his hand.
“Well done. But sadly you took too long to figure it out. Voldemort doesn’t fear you any more, because you cannot win. There is no one left, you’re the last of your species, the rest have either died or been converted to Dementors, your parents, dead. There is no one left.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Be quiet Draco, this doesn’t concern you!” As Harry turned to Draco in shock his wings reverted back to soft, white feathers.
“He’s got me.”
“Liar! Me and Hermione heard you earlier today, turning him down. He should be dead . . .” Ron didn’t get any further, because Draco had pulled out his own wand and cursed him silent. He turned his wand on Dumbledore.
“Draco don’t. They’re not worth it.” Harry stepped up beside Draco and placed his hand on his wand arm. “Please.” Draco sighed but lowered his arm, Dumbledore started to laugh raising his hand again. Harry noticed out of the corner of his eye and instinctively grabbed Draco around the waist and jumped off the battlement edge. His wings spread to their full extent to slow their fall. Draco noticed that they were still falling quite fast.
“Harry, after the duel we just had, there’s no way you can carry me as well as yourself. Let go it’s . . .”
“No! I need you Draco, just, hold on.” Harry’s wings angled sharply towards the Forbidden Forest where Draco could see several objects circling over the trees.
“Harry!”
“Don’t worry they’re Hagrid’s hippogriffs, he’s on our side.” They glided over the forest before they suddenly came across a large clearing which Harry landed in. As they touched the ground they lurched forward ending up on their faces, but standing quickly. Harry’s grip around Draco’s waist tightened and his wings disappeared.
“Stay close and don’t make any sudden movements.”
“Why, where are we?”
“An acromantula lair. Hagrid’s pets, but they don’t really like strangers much. Come on lets go.” Harry grasped Draco’s hand and started to slowly move out of the clearing, but as soon as they moved a clicking sound echoed through the clearing.
“Who dares to enter our lair without our master’s permission?”
“I am a friend of Hagrids. I wish to speak to Aragog your leader.”
“Aragog is dead, I Mantula, his eldest daughter am now leader of this lair. You shall speak to me Harry Potter.” Harry froze as a large figure emerged from the tree line in front of him. It was a large spider, but what was most noticeable was the fact that she was pure white with pink eyes. An albino of her kind.
“How do you know my name?”
“We have heard Hagrid speak highly of you, and the centaurs speak of the boy who lived having large white wings. You are welcome here, but the other is not, unless you have a good reason.” Harry glanced at Draco quickly, before answering.
“He is the chosen of the last Luminarium Letum. You cannot harm him without harming me. May we stay somewhere safe and wait for Hagrid?” Mantula tilted her giant head at Draco, who tried to take a step back in fright but was held in place by Harry.
“Hmm, what you say is true . . . Come I will take you somewhere safe to stay.” With that she turned and scuttled back into the trees, Harry and Draco following closely. They came into a much smaller clearing that was covered in webs.
“Rest here young ones, when our master arrives we will bring him to you, farewell. For now.” When she was gone Harry and Draco lay down with a sigh.
“Well, that went okay.” Harry started to laugh when Draco said this. “What?” Draco sat up and looked down at Harry who was laughing next to him. “It wasn’t that funny Harry.”
“No but…the situation we were in…” he couldn’t finish his sentence because he was laughing so hard. Draco sighed again in resignation, but he soon smirked as an idea came to him. He quickly moved so that he straddled Harry’s hips and waited for him to notice. He noticed very slowly if the slow quietening of his laughter was a giveaway. He looked up at Draco uncertainly.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to give you something to laugh about,” placing his hands on Harry’s sides, smirking at the look of frightened realization appear on his face, “I’m going to make you laugh so much, you’ll beg me to stop.”
“No I won’t.”
“Why not?” Draco leaned forward until their noses were touching, “how are you going to stop me?” Harry seemed to think for a minute before he answered.
“Like this.” His hands reached up and pulled Draco down towards him, as he rose slightly, into a kiss. The response was immediate, Draco pushed Harry back down as he kissed back. There was a brief fight to roll the other over, but Harry relented and let Draco win. When Draco’s tongue quested against Harry’s lips, Harry granted entrance with a moan. Harry threaded his fingers into Draco’s hair, finding it surprisingly soft to the touch. Draco worked his hands under Harry’s shirt and onto his stomach, his fingers caressing the firmness he felt there receiving a moan from Harry again. Harry pressed up against Draco, only to have Draco push him back down. It was then they had to pull back for air, albeit reluctantly. As Draco looked down at Harry, a smile on his face, he noticed that there were tears making their way down Harry’s face.
“Harry?”
“I’m okay. It’s just that this is what I’ve wanted and needed from you since I realized.”
“Realized what?”
“That I love you.” With a smile Draco leant down and kissed the tears away from Harry’s face before kissing him gently and reassuringly. When he pulled back again, Draco rolled to one side and pulled Harry into a hug where they both fell asleep.
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Three years later the face off between Harry and Voldemort occurred. As the dust cleared at the end of the battle both Harry and Voldemort were still standing and it is said that they talked in these last few minutes. This is what they said.
“Well Harry it seems we are both doomed.”
“No you’re wrong Tom. I unlike you have a reason to stay alive.” Tom looked at him questioningly.
“What is that?”
“I have someone who loves me and who is waiting for one of us to fall.” A small trickle of blood leaked out of the side of Harry’s mouth as he said this.
“It seems to me that you are the more injured of the both of us. And you’re blonde whore and two brats are going to be in for a surprise.” Tom’s knees seemed to buckle beneath him a bit before he steadied himself. Harry started to laugh.
“You don’t know anything, for one that blonde whore is my husband Draco, secondly those two brats are my kids, and thirdly you’re forgetting something.” Tom looked at him strangely, s strangled gurgle escaping his lips. “Who loves you Tom? I’ll be fine, you on the other hand won’t be. Goodbye.” As Harry finished talking Tom’s legs gave way and his eyes went blank as death took him. A pale figure emerged from behind Harry and embraced him lightly; its head came round Harry’s shoulder to nuzzle his neck. Draco whispered a few words to Harry, who smiled before they both apparated away.
Ten years later an amazing occurrence occurred. A pair of twins entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As they entered the great hall, all eyes were upon them and their parents. Hermione Granger, who was the new headmistress, introduced them.
“Everyone, I would like to introduce your new Defence against the dark arts teacher, Harry Malfoy-Potter. And your new Potions master, Draco Malfoy-Potter. Also to be sorted this year is Kari and Stephen Malfoy-Potter.” There was a humongous round of applause as they stepped up to the teachers table. Stephen sat on the stool first to be sorted. The hat barely touched his head when it yelled.
“Slytherin!” A large round of applause was heard from the smallest of houses, hardly any student having entered it for a long time. Kari was next; he sat on the stool and reluctantly placed the hat on his head. It took several minutes before the hat chose.
“Slytherin!” Harry and Draco shared a private smile, knowing why the hat had put them both in the same house, but both of them were happy as they took their seats at the teachers table. Knowingly too well the trouble that was going to occur that year at Hogwarts.
Dark Kinisho Wraith · Wed Dec 06, 2006 @ 02:30pm · 0 Comments |
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You won't believe what happened to me the day before my birthday rolleyes . I got hit by a friggin car, although it was my fault *damn left side* it friggin hurt man. It was like run, hang on everythings sideways, ouch i've hit my head on sonething, skid across floor while saying crapcrapcrap over and over, then people screaming oh my god are you okay, oh #### your bleeding. And I'm stood there after getting up thinking what the hell happened and where are my shoes.
I walked to the kerb and sat down and suddenly my friend Mo (who i had seen waiting to be picked up somewhere else) suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He called my parents someone called an ambulance wahmbulance and now I'm sat at home on my birthday, blood in my hair coz i can't wash it, a 1 1/2 cm glued cut on my head, a blood clot up there too, scraped elbow and badly bruised hips. I can barely walk and I have to be watched for the next 24 hours.
Well on the bright side:
1. day off school
2. something to cross off my to do list
3. i won't be so stupid next time
4. ooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww
emo dramallama ninja
Well I'm okay at the mo but will be limpin heavily at school tomorrow
ps. birthday sucks so far, it all been pain pain pain. One present and only my family has sang Happy Birthday to me.
Luv all you readers Kari
Dark Kinisho Wraith · Tue Oct 03, 2006 @ 02:00pm · 0 Comments |
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Okay first post here so please don't discriminate, they will hopefuly get a lot more interestin as time goes by. I did that race for life thing on Sat, three miles piece of cake. You wont catch me makin a living out of it though.
Me sis is 14 on Fri sweatdrop . Oh well at least I get to stay at home until sep when i have to go to sixth form gonk but i have to get my exam results in aug. eek Darn GCSE's thankfully they r all ova now.
Seeya
Dark Kinisho Wraith · Wed Jun 28, 2006 @ 12:15pm · 0 Comments |
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