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Beauty in Perfection; Stand By Me	By : PaulaS Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You must come to
realize that I am Voldemort's moral opposition. I will not stand

by and do nothing, too many lives have already been lost, and more must not be

bartered with any longer. With Draco by my side, we will be much stronger and

the Light will conquer Voldemort and his minions."

Harry James 'FyrToehhers'
Potter to Albus Dumbledore

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Beauty in
Perfection; Stand by Me

by imLittleLily

Prologue

Harry's POV . . .

As I walk these halls that have become so
familiar to me over the years, I find myself wandering in the maze that is my
mind. I have worked many long hours in the organization of my memories and
thoughts in order to keep the secrets of the prophecy and workings of the Order
away from our enemies. The halls of Hogwarts have become my inner sanctum for my
thoughts as she has furnished me with both solitude and solace within the loving
embrace of her being.

Tonight, on this Harvest Moon night, I
find myself to be restless despite the exertion of my workout in the Room of
Requirement. Normally, on any other night, I would workout until my body was
ready to fall over into exhausted slumber from the many hours of physical
activity. Tonight my restless feet carry me to an exterior door, seemingly
guided by Hogwart's loving guidance, which I discover is leading me into one of
the many courtyards off the east walls. Why? My senses seem to be heightened to
the point of pulsating throughout my nervous system. Something is happening out
here, and Hogwarts in her wisdom tells me that I must investigate.

The moonlight shimmers as it reflects off
the walls and fountain which shares its musical watery sounds cleansing the
night with its purity. Then my eyes behold a sight that astounds and confuses me
beyond any of my previous experiences, even in the world of witchcraft and
wizardry. Draco Malfoy. Yes, I have seen my arch nemesis before, but never like
this! I slide myself back into a dark shadow to observe him in his magickal
ritual. For there can be no other term to describe the sight before me.

Malfoy is standing within the center of a
circle of ice which shimmers iridescently in the moonbeams; the circumference is
rising like stalagmites from the earth, giving the impression of him being surrounded by
guardians of absolute protection. This is not the only surprise for my eyes
however. He is dressed in a way I would never have imagined the Malfoy heir to
appear. Instead of his usual stylish wizard robes his clothing can only be
closely described as Muggle, even in dragonhide.

My breath hitches as I notice . . .

His upper body is
covered by a vest of the lightest shade imaginable, pearl perhaps, soft and
iridescent dragonhide. His arms are well defined from his many hours of
Quidditch and. . . surprisingly to me, completely tattoo free. Well, I guess that
answers that question for now. His trousers seem to be made of leather
also though its origin is unknown to me. The boots on his feet are knee high and
created from the hide of a Chinese fireball, very red and effective for
repelling many jinxes and curses. He carries a katana strapped across his back
and in his right hand is a gold and silver hilted dagger with a blade of. . .
ice? His wand is in his left hand raised vertically above his head while his
right hand holds the dagger extended before him horizontal to the ground. His
silver blonde hair is loose from the usual gel and waves gently in the night
breezes, distracting my mind from its original purpose of investigation. Around
his forehead is a silver Celtic circlet infused with a large garnet, the same
deep red as his boots, surrounded by four emeralds worn as though a crown.

Beauty in perfection . . . all previous hostility evaporates within the musical
sounds of the water. . . creating seamless fusion into a new stream of
consciousness for myself.

Beauty in perfection.

In the midst of this new consciousness his
voice finally comes through to my auditory senses to hear him speaking . . .

"On this night of the Harvest Moon I,
Earth Warrior, Draconis, Watcher for The One, call upon Cerridwen, Warrior of
Water, White Lady and Moon Goddess, I seek your great council this night . . ."

"On this night of the Harvest Moon I also
call upon the Cerddorion, the Sons of Cerridwen, Taliesin, Warrior of Air,
Prince of Song, Chief Bard of the West, the Way-Shower and Belenus, the
Warrior of Fire, Protector and Consort of the Goddess, I seek your great council
this night . . ."

"On this night of the Harvest Moon I call
upon Queen Medb, Warrior Queen of Earth, Goddess of Tara and Tuatha De Dannan,
and faery Queen of Connaught, I seek your great council this night."

As he completed this invocation Draco
knelt on one knee, head bent in supplication and awaited their arrival.

As I stand here in my shadow of the wall I
become aware that the moonbeams within the icy circle have become a vortex of
swirling spiritual energy and I hear the cry of an osprey which both startles
and calms me at the same moment. As she comes into my sight I remember my
lessons on the osprey as being a representative of clear sightedness, wisdom and
new life. In my shadows I find myself kneeling in the presence of her greatness
as she shapeshifts into her warrior goddess form.

Draco also greets her with humbleness,
"Welcome, White Lady, I thank you for your presence this fine night. I have
called you here because I seek your council regarding The One."

She replies, "All is well, Earth
Warrior Draconis, as it is surely a fine night,"

From my shadows I see that the vortex has
intensified into three separate spirals which reveal the presence of Taliesin,
Warrior of Air, a ruby-throated hummingbird and Belenus, The Warrior of Fire, a
bear. The third spiral coalesces into a beautiful unicorn, Queen Medb, Queen of
the Earth.

The White Lady tells them, "Shift my
children so that we may converse with young Draconis this night."

Within the ice circle they transform
before my very eyes. I breathe in sharply as they begin their conversation
. . .

Draco stood and said to the Warriors, "I call upon you this night because I have
concern for The One which is not shared by others who are in charge of his care.
Word has reached us of a pending attack of Hogwarts and yet he knows nothing of
your alliance with me and of our sole purpose."

"Why has he not been shown or told of our
involvement by this time?" asked a frowning Taliesin. "Surely he has reached his
17th year by now and has been informed of this vital information?"

Draco shook his head and said, "The Old One, Dumbledore, has a history of
keeping information from him as a form of manipulation to his own outcome of the
situation. This has been a source of great pain for The One in the past, yet the
Old One claims that it will make him stronger in the course of events, thereby
giving him the ability to conquer the Dark Lord. I have disagreed many times
with this council but have yet to make the Old One understand the consequences
of his actions may actually be detrimental to our cause for the Light."

I can't help but notice that the circle is
now full of expressions of frowns at this news . . .

"Surely," asked Queen Medb, "the boy has been trained to access
his elemental abilities for this up coming conflict?"

"No, your highness," Draco answered
as he shook his head, "The
Old One, though wise, doesn't work with elements as you or I view them. He only
uses magic as a singular energy, not as the combined forces of all elements
which can be separated and utilized on their individual merits. Therefore, he
knows not that The One is great with the force of Air and Fire. This is great
power that the Old One does not understand. Also, many consider the element of
fire as a dark form of magick due to its destructive use in history. They do not
see the mark upon his forehead as a mark of the rune which is fire and lighting
combining into wholeness. They only see it as a curse scar inflicted by the Dark
Lord."

"You have spoken to the Old One about
this?" This question by the White Lady is followed by a deep frown by Warrior
Belenus because of his own fire elemental powers; however, he remains silent at
this time.

Draco nodded and said, "Yes, my White Lady, he refuses to
acknowledge the information because it is outside of his manipulation plans. He
will not tell The One that this information and gifts may assist him in
defeating the rising darkness. This is the reason I have asked you to come here
tonight. It is my hope that we may combine our efforts and reach him with this
necessary information. I would approach him alone, but as you know, my cover
over the years has been as his antagonist. I do not believe he will be willing
to hear me out if I approach him alone without your assistance."

The White Lady's soft musical voiced
carried across the courtyard to me . . .

She said, "We understand that is the case. We will each be personally contacting him soon
so that we may impart this knowledge which will assist him in our fight for the
Light," was the ethereal sound of the White Lady's voice as each regained their
animagus shape and disappeared into a vortex of spiritual spiral energy infused
with luminescent moonbeams.

I am still kneeling here in the shadows
stunned into immobility and silence . . .

In the blink of an eye Draco turns facing
my dark shadow with his dagger pointed to my kneeling form and speaks with a
strong defensive voice, "Who dwells in the shadows of the night . . . speak now,
or you shall feel the ice of my dagger within your heart!"

As Draco speaks I have a fleeting view of
a moving wizard tattoo coming onto his arm. My breath hitches at the sight of an
ice dagger with a lightening bolt on the silver and gold hilt entwined with the
head of a stag whose antlers carry small images of lilies upon each prong. Oh
Merlin!

I tell him with all the formality
of a wizard's oath, "It is I, Harry James Potter, The One,
Warrior of Light, Seeker of Knowledge, would-be-defeater of Voldemort here to
acknowledge you Warrior of Earth, Draconis, Watcher of The One. Stand by me;
from this Harvest Moon night. . . forward into battle."

Well, what else was I going to say to him?
That he is beauty in perfection? Not yet.

TBC

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A/N I used my Shapeshifter Tarot,
by D. F. Conway and Sirona Knight for the information on the Warriors.

Also the lightening bolt scar on Harry's
forehead is represented in the Runes as Sowelu: Wholeness, Lifeforce & the
Sun's energy. Referenced from The Book of Runes by Ralph H. Blum. Any
further comment on my part was just creative license.

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Extended Author Notes. I
would like to welcome everyone to my Harry Potter story. This is my place
to give you a slight hint to the origins of this fic in my brain.
This story is considered
to be AU due to forms of magic not discussed within JKR's canon.

I would like to mention up front
that the perceived changes to characters in this fic, most particularly Draco,
are all based in two very important events in JKR's, The Order of the Phoenix.

The first event occurred August
2, 1995. Although Draco was not present for the dementor attack, it will
have far reaching ramifications within the confines of this story. In my
perception it has the potential to change and save more than one life in Potter
World.

The second event of course is
what happened at the Department of Mysteries. Draco's father was captured
that night. Draco's initial anger is very understandable. The events
that begin this story happened long after the students left the train at
Platform 9 3/4. In fact it is seventh year. Much has changed since
that day on the train.

Another point which will be very
important and very surprising in this story is that blood will be both an
implied and unspoken factor. I don't want to say to much here about it
because it will give away too many secrets of the story. JKR is a genius
at holding back and keeping us all waiting for answers. Remember the rat?
I do not have that same talent.

It is my hope to give my readers
enjoyment while we all wait for HP & the Half Blood Prince. Enjoy.
Blessings. LL

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