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Taken	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Eleven:

Draco stood frozen, his insides turning to ice as he stared at the point of his father's ship over which Harry had just vanished. As the men around him hurried to release the paddle boat, his head snapped up, over the mahogany wall to the near black wood of Jean Paul's ship. The large man looked confused, his lined brow crinkled as he glanced at his partner, trying to understand why she had forced an unknown soul to his death.

Fleur gazed back at Draco, ignoring for the moment Jean Paul's spluttered questions. Her eyes, pale as chipped ice stared unblinking and though her skin was pallid, her cheeks were flushed and a small smile graced her features, making her all the more beautiful.

"What have you done?" Draco whispered, clutching his chest in a subconscious gesture of grief. Certain he had spoken the question so quietly not even Hermione had heard it, he jumped when Fleur shouted across the waves, her voice lilting but strong.

"I had no choice, youngling! He would not show us who he truly was and I will not be denied, nor should you!" she halted, her grin spreading to reveal a row of sharp, white teeth, perfectly situated. "Trust me, you're going to like what you drag out of those waters."

She's mad! Draco heard the thought scream through his mind, his eyes darting around. The small boat was moving too slowly, they'd never get to him in time!

It was a streak of courage he had not known he possessed that forced Draco Malfoy's feet into action as he propelled himself after Harry, dropping down, and down until he hit the water and it enveloped him. He yelped at the freezing temperature, swallowing a mouthful of salt as he struggled against the churning waves, his head bobbing above the water level. Where was he? Panicked silver eyes searched the waters desperately, his mind flooding with images of Harry, the slave's thin body purple with death.

There! Draco surged forward as his eyes locked on a spot of black in the dangerous waters, Harry's hair. The small boy was stilling as Draco reached, dipping back down into the waters until the pirate's arms wrapped around his middle, dragging him upwards and against his chest. The blonde noticed only the blood that leaked from a gash on the boy's forehead; Harry must have hit his head on the ship during the plummet.

He swivelled in the water, holding the unconscious boy hard against his body, for fear of him floating away. He back peddled to the boat as it lowered into the water, latching onto the side and hauling himself in before he tugged the smaller boy to safety. He gasped for breath as the boat began to move up once more, dragged to the deck. The blonde shut his eyes and stilled his heart, his entire body quaking and beginning to prickle as the water set into his bones.

He tugged his shirt off before turning to Harry, who lay partially on the blonde, his face turned away. From the slack of the smaller boy's limbs, Draco presumed he was unconscious. He pressed his shirt against the wound, praying to whatever deity that was listening that Harry's healing kicked in soon, before the boy succumbed to a drained death.

His eyes travelled over the rest of Harry's body and he froze. Something bulged beneath the sleeves of the boy's shirt, and the legs of his pants. It looked almost as though something delicate had burrowed beneath the material, against the boy's skin. Draco ripped the material of Harry's shirt, drawing back with a startled yelp as a fin unfurled from the boy's arm, large and thin and the most piercing shades of blue and green that Draco had ever seen.

When he tugged at the appendage, certain it was some creature that had latched itself to the boy, Harry shrieked, his eyes snapping open to stare painfully at Draco. Those eyes were darker than before, the colour expanded to inhuman levels as he frowned up at the pirate in confusion. What he had assumed was a sea weed clinging to the boy's face and neck, were scales.

Thousands of tiny, emerald scales littered the boy's right cheek, nose and neck, travelling beneath the soaking cotton of his shirt.

Draco stared into large eyes that were becoming wide with comprehension, Harry was beginning to panic, to shiver in his arms. The pirate ignored it, his hands dropping in shock. "What are you?"

The boat jolted the pair suddenly, sending Harry from Draco's body to the floor in a painful heap. The smaller boy yelled as arms dove in to drag him out and he found himself on the floor of the ship he had become so used to. He looked up at the surrounding pirates, most of whom drew back with cries at the sight of him, as though he were some hideous monster.

"An Allura!" a man with rotting teeth snarled suddenly, "I've 'eard of 'em blasted sirens! Throw him overboard, cap'ain, he'll bring us all to a watery grave!"

Harry flinched, dragging his fins back into his limbs even though he knew the damage had been done, he had been seen. They would slaughter him. They would skin his scales and leave him to bleed to death in unfamiliar waters. His head swivelled as another voice growled.

"You'll do no such thing!" Luna shrieked, the normally mild mannered kitchen worker pushed the burly pirate backwards, causing him to stumble. "He means us no harm. Lucius, I swear to you, he is a peaceful creature!"

Harry's grateful, tear-hazed gaze turned to the captain as the man advanced, his hair drawn back in a fierce ponytail as he regarded the creature on his deck. Harry looked pitiful. His clothing ripped and had revealed fins no longer than that he'd seen on a rainbow fish. The boy was too small to do any damage, his pretty features marred by the scales on his face. Lucius could only pity him.

Harry's view was blocked suddenly by someone standing in front of him.

"I'll not let you throw him overboard, nor will I let you harm him in any way, father."

The Allura paled, his stomach fluttering with gratitude as he stared straight up at Draco. The boy's features were stern, breaking no argument and making him appear older. The Malfoy's stared one another down, silver eyes locked in a battle they had probably been locked in many times before. A battle Draco often won.

Lucius sighed. "You will keep him in your room or with you at all times. His life is forfeit should any of the... crew find him. When we next dock I shall strip us of our less desirable workers." His gaze became cold suddenly, "I am trusting you, Draco. I will not have that boy's death on my conscience. The lad's very existence is on you now."

Harry was faced with Draco's stern features for the briefest of moments, before a shout from the other ship drew his attention.

Fleur was leaning against the ship wall, a sweet smile on her lips as her white hair fell around her body in delicate curls. "I am sorry you were injured, little one," she spoke as though she was suppressing laughter, her eyes wide with amusement, "We are creatures, you and I. Siblings in all but blood. I have seen into your heart, little one. The likes of you and I can only love their kind when they offer undying loyalty; your mate is on that ship, do not let him slip through your fingers because of your own fear."

With that, Fleur snapped her wings out in one fluid motion. They spread behind her gloriously, white and shining and feathered like a dove's. In her true form, Fleur was beautiful beyond the realms of humanity, beyond their basic ideas of angels. She was complete and utter purity as she stroked her wings rapidly and took to the skies with a speed that only Harry's eyes could follow.
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