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Light of Heaven

by Draeconin

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Chapter Fifteen

"BUSY, ISN'T IT?" came the now-familiar 'voice' of Astrofel, from behind them.
Spinning on their toes, the young men were surprised to find - not the dragon they had been expecting to see, but a man in his late twenties. "I thought I heard Astrofel," Harry said.
This man was about six foot tall with a wrestler's build, a swarthy complexion, a broad, though not fat, face, black hair, and green eyes. "You did," said the man, grinning. "I am he."
"Pull the other one; it has bells on," Harry scoffed.
"WOULD THIS CONVINCE YOU?" Astrofel asked, having taken on his larger, draconic form.
"What are you; a morpher? A shape-changer?" a very startled Harry asked, growing suspicious. Draco, having first reached for a wand that no longer worked, was now standing mostly behind his hero husband, while trying to give the impression that he was only there to give Harry support.
The dragon changed yet again. "Neither, really. I am a dragon, but I am capable of taking on a human form. Many of us are," he said, sweeping his arm around to indicate the others in the cavern-like enclosure.
"You mean they're all dragons, too?" Harry inquired.
"Humans aren't allowed here," Astrofel replied.
"What of us? You brought us here," Draco said superciliously, trying to cover up his earlier timidity.
Astrofel just stared at him calmly, waiting for 'the other shoe to drop'. It did.
"Oh," Draco said, blushing.
Harry chuckled, drawing his lover to him. "Hey, Draco; what matters is not the body so much, but the mind. We're still us, so what does it matter?"
Draco drew his head back to look at Harry's face. "You know I was brought up to believe only pure-blooded wizards were worth anything, Harry. It's not easy to forget it all, even when you find out it's all rubbish!" His mischievous side wasn't through, however. "You're sure the body doesn't matter?" he purred, rubbing himself on his mate.
Harry coloured a bit, but he tried manfully to ignore Draco's teasing; and dropping the subject, Harry turned back to Astrofel. "So you can all transform into human forms?"
"No, not even half of us. You have to have the talent for it. Both of you do, you know."
"What? Have the talent to transform into humans? Bloody marvelous," Draco sneered. He was a little miffed about being ignored.
"Draco, can you please hold your tongue if you can't be civil?" Harry begged.
Draco glared at him.
Harry sighed. "Your last spanking was only about fifteen minutes ago; do you really want another so soon?"
Draco pondered whether he'd be able to punch his mate out. Considering their circumstances, he decided it mightn't be a very good idea (and he didn't think much of his chances, anyway), so restrained himself. Instead, he decided to play the childish lover (he felt so naughty when he did), and pouted at his mate.
"Oh, hush," Harry said, but he couldn't resist giving those pouting lips a quick peck.
Draco smiled, pleased. He'd won, even if not in the way he'd originally intended.
Harry sensed his mate's smugness, and decided to sort his lover out later, at leisure. He may not have been a Slytherin, but he could have been and, as the cruel Muggle saying went, there was more than one way to skin a cat.
Suddenly, though fully clothed, Draco felt very naked.
Their presence hadn't gone unnoticed by the others in the cavernous place, as evidenced by curious glances that had been shot their way ever since their appearance, but none were rude enough to interrupt. Acquaintance, or sating curiosity, could come later.
"So what do we do now, Astrofel?" Harry asked, noting the very amused look on the 'man's' face at the same time. He passed it off.
Astrofel's face became serious. "First, is judgment," he said, waving his hand at the formerly empty dragon seats. Now, nine humanoids occupied chairs in front of them. "The dragon council must decide whether it would be good for either you, or us, for you to stay. As a courtesy to you, they have decided to appear human."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I am so tired of being judged by others! But okay, I can see the reasoning for it."
"None ever escape being judged by others, youngling. Have you not noticed how even you and your mate continually judge each other?"
Harry and Draco were both struck dumb by this observation. They had, indeed, not noticed that fact. "We do, don't we?" Harry said to his bonded. He felt vaguely shamed.
Draco's cheeks had coloured. He nodded, and echoed his mate's feelings.
"No need for shame, younglings; all beings do so at all times," Astrofel said. "Just be sure to judge not too harshly, for you cannot know all about another."
"We could if we tried, and trusted enough," Harry said, more to his mate than to the dragon.
"With time," Astrofel agreed, obviating Draco's need to respond.
'I want to work on this, Harry,' Draco 'said'.
'Then we will,' Harry responded.
"Are you ready for the council?" Astrofel asked.
The pair nodded. Astrofel led them down to the main floor, and then to a spot in front of the nine. Seating hadn't been provided for them. Looking at each other, they smirked; then Harry sat down, tailor fashion, on the floor, and Draco semi-reclined in Harry's lap, head resting on his husband's abdomen. Astrofel gaped at them. The expressions on the faces of the nine ranged from amusement, to outrage.
"What did you expect, Astrofel? If comfort isn't provided for visiting royalty, then we'll make our own," Harry said.
"Quite right, youngling," said an elderly female. "We were remiss." She was one whose expression had been one of amusement. A light glow preceded the sudden appearance of two comfortable-looking padded chairs.
Harry nodded his head in acknowledgement of her, and the provisioning of comfortable seating. "Thank you, madam," he said, after they were seated. "You have questions of us?"
"That we do," a gruff voice said.
"May we know to whom we speak?" Draco inquired. "As for ourselves, my husband is Harry D'Lumiere, formerly Harry Potter, and I am Draco D'Lumiere, formerly Draco Malfoy. That is, I hope, the last time those old appellations will be spoken by, or acknowledged by us."
'And why was it necessary to mention them this time, Draco?'
'If these are mind-readers, would it do any good to hide them? And it's likely they're listening to this conversation, as well.'
'You have a point.'
Astrofel made the introduction of the nine councilors. "From your left to your right, may I introduce Dakreel, Myartole, Akaleen, Markylyy, Kontrine, Tshan, Tyonteel, Irtaan, and Alkiil."
"I hope that we are pleased to make your acquaintance, councilors," Harry said, "but I'm afraid we shan't know that until after this meeting."

"Harry! This is not the time to be rude!" Draco reprimanded.
Prompted by this, Harry again addressed the nine. "My apologies, councilors; I had no intention of being rude - only truthful."
"UNDERSTOOD." The voice was unfamiliar, and had a faint echoing quality to it - as though two or more voices had spoken at the same time.
The elderly female, Akaleen, took charge. "There will be no questioning. We will examine you in other ways. No, Draco, nudity will not be required," she said, answering an unspoken question.

Dakreel did ask one question, though. "Why are you here?"

Harry answered for them both. "That's quite a long story, but the short version is that we lost our ability to do wizarding magic after coming into our genetic heritage, and were directed by a Noble Veela by the name of Thraia to travel by foot to their demesne, in order to get training for the magic we still had after our third bonding. I, I believe, was also to get the training due a Veela Royal. We were attacked on the road by Death Eaters, and saved by one of your own, Astrofel, who brought us here."

"That's the short version?" Draco muttered under his breath, teasingly.

"Shh..." Harry warned, grinning.

"WE BEGIN."

Harry and Draco braced themselves, but felt nothing. After about a minute, they relaxed. Evidently it wasn't going to hurt. Over the next fifteen minutes, an occasional coloured glow would arise around one or both of them, but other than that, nothing happened. If it weren't for the fact that they were not only witnessing, but the subjects of a type of magic they'd never heard of before, they would have been completely bored.

"WE WILL NOW ASCERTAIN YOUR VEELA STATUS. PLEASE REMOVE YOUR UPPER GARMENTS."

"I thought nudity wasn't a requirement!" Draco protested.

"THIS IS NOT FOR OUR TESTING, BUT FOR YOUR COMFORT. IF THE TEST RESULTS ARE AS WE EXPECT THEM TO BE, RETAINING THOSE GARMENTS WILL GARNER YOU MUCH PAIN."
"What would cause that?" Harry exclaimed.
"WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW, CANNOT BE A DISAPPOINTMENT TO YOU," came the reply. "PLEASE REMOVE YOUR UPPER GARMENTS."
Slowly, and with trepidation, they did so. A few seconds later, Harry felt a strong tingling start in his body that grew stronger, and then seemed to concentrate in his back. He felt the muscles there moving, growing very warm, and then strange shapes seemed to be taking form; or maybe it was the bones in his back re-forming. None of this helped his peace of mind, of course. Looking at his mate, he saw strange things going on in his lover's back as well, and their link told him of Draco's near-panic. As much as he wished to yell at the wielders of the magic that was causing his mate such distress (not to mention his own), he felt unable to move, to speak. Then, without fanfare (or pain, according to their link), a pair of white wings appeared, thrust from his mate's back. And then he felt a sudden weight upon his own back. Finally able to move, Harry looked over his shoulder, and saw a huge pair of black-feathered wings.
"YOUR STATUS IS VERIFIED," the multi-voice said.
Harry was furious - not about the wings so much, although the possibility of them being kept from him was enough to cause him anger, but about not being able to protect or comfort his mate. However, now was not the time to confront these - dragon elders. Moving as quickly as he could while trying to balance his newly-grown wings, Harry moved to his life-partner's side. Schooling himself to calmness, he spoke to his mate. "Draco? Are you all right, love? Silly question; we have wings! Beside that, are you all right?"
At the sound of his mate's voice, and the pull from their link, Draco slowly came back from the height of terror he'd been experiencing, finally noticing Harry's presence, and suddenly Harry had an armful of half-panicked blond male beauty crying on his shoulder and clinging to his neck. This worried the raven-haired young man immensely. Draco had opened up to his mate a great deal, but not in public, and this kind of emotional display - of fear, even terror - was totally unlike him.
"I'm afraid that this is our fault, but we believe that it is best for your mate's mental health, in the long run," Akaleen said.
Harry turned, still holding Draco, and yelled before the elderly female could explain "What did you do to him?"
Patiently, she replied "Your mate was shoving his negative emotions aside and refusing to deal with them; storing them. And a very large store it is, too. This would eventually have led to emotional or mental illness, as well as physical maladies. We removed the wall he had built to store them behind; allowing them to drain, as an infected wound must drain before it can heal. Astrofel will take you to your rooms, where I trust you can aid your mate. I must warn you that he may be unpredictable for the next few days; it depends upon how well you help him deal with this crisis and help him heal."
Harry wasn't sure how to feel about any of this. He was definitely angry that once again decisions had been made for him, and now his mate, and that now he was expected to deal with the results. On the other hand, what had been done to his mate was done for altruistic purposes, and hopefully would lead to him being happier and healthier - always supposing, of course, that he'd just been told the truth. But he couldn't think of a reason that they would lie to him - to them. These dragons were strong enough, and powerful enough, that they could do whatever they wished with Draco and himself, or they could have simply cast them out. So he was going to go on the assumption that the truth had been told. Harry paused, aware that he was starting to babble to himself, and decided to deal with the moment. Other concerns could be dealt with later.

Looking up, Harry was surprised to see that the nine councilors were gone. Astrofel was standing by, though, waiting for them.
"I need to care for my mate. Where?" Harry demanded tersely.
"Follow me."
Harry started to get up, and was pulled off-balance by his wings. "How? My balance is destroyed, and I'm sure Draco's is no better," he said bitterly.
"Do your best," Astrofel instructed, a bit disappointed by this whinging. "Tomorrow I will see if someone is willing to teach you how to deal with your wings."
Surprisingly, once upright, Harry found that the wings weren't as bad to balance as he'd imagined they'd be. He had to be careful when he bent over to help Draco up, and helping him keep his balance, but they were soon walking down a carved corridor; holding onto each other, helping each other. It was quite a walk, but eventually they were shown in through a door in a door. (The major door was dragon sized, but a human sized door was set into it. Although these dragons weren't that large, compared to the dragons the young men had studied at Hogwarts, they were still much larger than humans. Smaller adults were still about twice the height of a tall human.)
Someone must have worked quickly in order to prepare these rooms, unless dragons liked to live as humans most of the time; which, while possible, Harry thought unlikely. The human form would make it easier to pursue certain tasks and activities, but why wouldn't they prefer their own forms during their leisure time? But the room was very nice; not opulent, but tasteful and comfortable-looking. Not that Harry noticed right away; he was too busy looking for a comfortable place for he and Draco to rest. He settled on the low-backed divan, and guided Draco to it. His mate was perfectly all right physically, but was still dealing with an outflow of excess emotion.
Once settled, their wings draping over the back of the divan, Harry turned to his next task - getting his lover into a state where he could be talked with, allowing them both to deal with this problem.
As Astrofel was on his way out, he had a couple of last-minute bits of information and advice: "Everything you should need is here, including waste and bathing facilities. If you need food, ask for what you need out loud - that, and a request for medical assistance are the only things that will trigger attention to these rooms. Oh, and if you think about it, you're both magical beings; concentrating on your wings appearing or disappearing should do the trick." With that he was out the door, and gone.
"Prat. He couldn't have said that before?" Harry griped.
An hour later, he and Draco, working together, had managed, through their bond, to find a way for the blond to put the emotional outflow at enough of a remove to allow him to function and deal with the emotions with at least some degree of control. He still had to deal with them, but they were no longer flowing so overpoweringly. That dealt with for the moment, Harry told Draco about Astrofel's 'hint' about dealing with their wings.
Before they could experiment with it though, hunger made an appearance. Harry thought of what he wanted, and decided on a large, thick steak; rare - just warmed through; and a large fruit and vegetable salad. Draco wanted a large fruit and vegetable salad as well, but decided he'd rather have fowl; chicken, preferably, but any kind of fowl would do, so long as the flesh was well seasoned and prepared. Within minutes of their spoken request, the meals appeared on the low table in front of the divan. Although it had not been specified, tea was supplied, along with an orange vinaigrette dressing for their salads. As they ate, they had time for more detailed observations than they'd had time for, before.
To begin with, their wings: the feathers' colouring closely matched their hair colouring, and for the same reasons. Harry's wings were a shining midnight black. They were feathered because of the Noble Veela genetic influence, but black from the Noble Vampire influence. Draco's were white due to his Noble Veela genetic influence, but they shimmered and shone with faint rainbow colours - an oddity - due, perhaps, to the magical influences they had been subjected to. Draco pointed out that Harry's feathers had the same faint rainbow effect, but they were less noticeable due to the blackness of his wings. With a little experimentation they found that they could actually move the wings - they weren't an inanimate feature (when you've never had wings, a lot of things don't occur to you, even when it should be obvious).
And then there was the room itself. Emerald green, ruby red, and gold were the primary colours, although differently textured textiles, mixed with rich wood-grains, gave the impression of more variety. Furniture was sparse, but what there was, was sumptuous. The divan has already been mentioned, but the padding was covered with an emerald-green velvet. The top of the curved back, the runner below the seat, and the carved legs, were of dark mahogany. The low table in front of the divan was oval, with lion-claw feet and curved legs, all in an almost translucent golden oak, both situated in front of a small, ornamental fireplace surrounded by a black marble face and hearth, and topped by a rough-hewn, light oak mantle. There were also a couple of finely carved birds-eye maple chairs with red cushions, one on each side of the fireplace. The two rugs in the area, a small one between the table and divan, and a large one in front of the fireplace, were thick and soft, of a soft, silvery-gray colour, and bordered with green.
A large, carved, wooden Chinese screen in ruby red, black lacquer, and gold, gave privacy for the large curtained bed to the right of the fireplace. There was no bed canopy, but the curtains took their cue from the colours of the Chinese screen. The thick covers were a deep cream colour, with red and black Chinese embroidery upon them. The uprights, legs, headboard and footboard, were also richly carved, and of teakwood. A very long and deep wardrobe made of African mahogany, surprisingly plain compared to the rest of the furniture, stood against the wall, and there was a small night table on each side of the bed. That was the extent of the furniture. In a room as large as this, with such high ceilings, the place seemed almost empty. But as the boys would learn later, there was a reason for the scarcity of furnishings.
Finishing their meals, they were at a loss about what to do with the dirty dishes. But they didn't wonder long; they had more important matters to attend to. Immersing themselves in their link, they quickly discussed what method they should use to try to make the wings go away. After a brief tug of wills, they decided to go with Harry's simple method of just trying to visualise them away. If that didn't work, Draco had a few other methods in mind. Sinking even more deeply into their bond, they began by visualising themselves as they now looked, with wings. They then imagined that those wings dissolved away, leaving their backs bare of feathery adornment.
'Draco; concentrate. It can't work if you won't believe it will.'
'This is so bloody silly, Harry! "Just think it, and it will happen"? I still think we're going to need to draw a pentagram, and invoke an imp to help.'
'And if we somehow managed to do that? How, without magic, would we control it? Now put your doubts aside, and concentrate!'
Draco didn't like his ideas just being dismissed like that. It was true that he'd been brought up to think of magic and its means of use in just certain ways, but just because circumstances had changed didn't mean that those methods were no longer valid, did they? He felt a pout coming on, and went with it. He refused to cooperate.

Feeling this, Harry sighed, and let himself float up from their deep merge. "I'm too tired to fight with you, Draco. I'm going to bed. Coming with?" Harry didn't know where this childish Draco had come from, although he had a suspicion it was due to the emotional 'wall' the dragon elders had knocked down being gone. Just how long had his 'dragon' been forced to hide his emotions? It didn't bear thinking about. He rather enjoyed certain aspects of this Draco, but others were just plain wearing.

Draco was still pouting, but he got up, swaying a bit as he found his balance, took Harry's hand, and let himself be led to bed.

After disrobing, there was still the problem of finding a comfortable position that accommodated their wings. They finally settled on facing each other on their sides, Draco's head resting on Harry's arm. In that position, they fell asleep.

An earth-shattering roar woke them the next morning. When Harry and Draco gathered themselves enough to find out what had caused such a gods-awful noise, they found that they were looking down at the room from near the ceiling.

"AND THAT, MY DEAR YOUNGLINGS, IS WHAT WINGS ARE GOOD FOR," Astrofel, in his dragon form said, humour evident in his 'voice'.

Now that he was aware of what they were doing, Harry started having trouble with his wings, trying desperately to control them. Draco's somewhat panicked feelings coming over their link as he, too, found himself in difficulty didn't help, either. His instincts were screaming at him to both save his mate, and save himself, but the practical situation was, they were both on their own; a fact that had Harry in a right state from the start.

"DON'T THINK ABOUT YOUR WINGS, JUST ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT TO BE DOING; THE REST IS AUTOMATIC," the dragon advised.

Harry tried to relax, and just concentrate on staying aloft. To his surprise, it worked; his balance improved, and he had less of a sense of slipping out of the air. "Draco, do as he says! It works!" he exclaimed.

Looking at his mate with deep distrust in his eyes, the blond tried to do as Harry suggested, but it took a great effort of will to do so; he wasn't as trusting as Harry. Still, he finally managed it, just as the muscles in his chest and back started complaining. "How do we get down? I'm getting tired!" he asked, somewhat desperately.

"CONCENTRATE ON LANDING. AS I TOLD YOU BEFORE, YOU ONLY NEED TO CONCENTRATE ON WHAT YOU WANT TO DO; YOUR BODY WILL DO THE REST," Astrofel replied patiently.
Slowly, cautiously, Harry and Draco descended, on their way to their first aerial landing. Draco did just fine, but Harry stumbled a bit, and was steadied by his husband. "Bloody hell," Harry muttered to himself. Then, turning to Astrofel, he let his pent-up anxiety go. "And just what in the nine hells was all that about, coming in here roaring like a wounded... Well, I don't know what, but it was bloody awful!"
"HOW LONG DO YOU THINK IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN FOR YOU TO TRUST YOUR WINGS ENOUGH TO FLY, IF YOU WERE JUST GIVEN INSTRUCTION? THIS WAY WAS MUCH FASTER," the dragon explained.
"You no good, slimy, sneaky, manipulative..." Draco's usually vast vocabulary failed him. He couldn't think of anything vile enough. Of course Harry was rather hearing Ron finish that sentence with 'Slytherin' - not that he'd ever say so.

In a blink, Astrofel-the-man stood before them. "You object to learning?" he asked.

Heading his hot-headed lover off, Harry replied "We object to your methods." He was angry and frustrated as well, but he had more experience with having to be diplomatic. Draco could appear to be icy-calm when he wished, but that only covered up his scheming for revenge, and right now he would have been attempting to have Astrofel skinned, stuffed, and mounted, had he still had his wizard powers.

Astrofel shrugged. "You learned in five minutes what could have taken several days."

"I think we'd like for you to leave, for now," Harry said. "We need to eat and bathe. Perhaps later we can look upon this - lesson - more objectively." Harry was trembling in his anger, and his attempts to control it - to be civil - were slowly failing. He had reason to not allow his anger sway; they needed what could be offered here, from training, to housing, and protection.

Astrofel shrugged again, then did his instant-change act back to his natural dragon form, opened the larger door, and made his exit.

"That - was the last thing you needed," Harry said to his husband, while still staring at the closed door. Then, visibly collecting himself, Harry turned and strode to his mate, taking him into his arms. He wasn't the least bit surprised to find him trembling in the aftermath of fear and anger. "The stupid git. He obviously doesn't have a brain cell one in that over-sized head of his." He reconsidered. "Well, maybe one, since he needs something to help him walk, and talk, and fly." His somewhat lame effort at humour was rewarded, as Draco gave a weak smile. Encouraged, Harry made a suggestion that, perhaps, wasn't of the wisest: "Tell you what, love; you just write down all of these little annoyances, and when we have the training to do so, we'll prank him but good! Okay?" That earned him a full Draco smirk, and a grateful kiss.

That crisis averted, they took care of their morning showers and toilette, which was complicated by their wings but which was completed in only a little more time than would usually be the case. Afterward they had breakfast, which they decided would consist of pancakes with berry syrup, bacon, fruit salad, and coffee. Harry asked for cream and sugar for his coffee; Draco liked it black. Having eaten, they were in a much better mood, and after discussing it, decided that maybe Astrofel could keep his hide after all. They asked the air to send Astrofel back.

By way of an oblique apology, Harry explained that neither of them were what could be called 'morning people'. Draco explained, to Harry's edification as well, that many people woke up 'cranky' or 'grumpy' in the morning due to the fact that they woke up with low blood sugar; meaning they had to eat before they could really be bothered to be nice to anyone. Astrofel took it in stride, and promised that no other 'lessons' would take place until after they'd broken their fast - until later in their training, at least, when it might become the better part of training to do so. The air cleared, Harry asked the dragon what was on the agenda for the day.

"A bit after noon, I'll be bringing in Alandal, who has agreed to give you further training with your wings, including how to make them appear and disappear at will, manoeuvring in flight, etc. Later, after you've learned how to tap and use your magic, you'll be taught more on that subject, including protection and strengthening magics, and emergency medical treatment." At the look on the couple's faces, he explained. "While quite strong, wings, and especially feathers, can also be injured fairly easily."

"Is there any way we can get training in other uses for our power?" Harry asked tentatively.

"If you wish. We can also provide both physical and magical combat training; both armed and unarmed, if you so desire."

Harry and Draco's eyes were both alight with pleasure. "That's superb!" Harry replied. "Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but may I ask why you're doing all this for us?"

Astrofel looked at them a moment, then replied. "There are many reasons, including political, but the main reasons are the elfin declaration at your wedding bonding, and the results of the tests the Elders ran on you yesterday." Harry and Draco both asked, then demanded further explanation, but Astrofel adamantly remained silent, refusing to divulge any further information.

"Dumbledore, our old headmaster, used to treat us this way as well, you know. He kept information to himself, doling out only dribs and drabs to keep people thinking they knew what was going on, and used that to manipulate us into doing his will. If this is what your people also are doing, then rest assured that we will refuse to be manipulated or used," Harry said, heatedly.

"I assure you that all will be revealed in time, and that any benefit that comes to us will only be as a peripheral benefit from what comes to you and yours," Astrofel replied. "And now, if you are through impugning our honour, I will be back later, with Alandal." With that, he walked out.

Harry stood there, slack-mouthed, until Draco reached over and lifted his chin back up. "He's right, you know," Harry said, quietly. "We - I have insulted him and his people several times, today. It's a wonder we've not been sent packing. I'm going to have to apologise. I hate eating crow."

Draco chuckled. "Be thankful that it was you sticking your foot in it, love. If it had been me, I would probably have had us being roasted by now."

Harry gave a low laugh, and kissed his understanding mate. "You're too good for me. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course!"

Harry chucked his lover gently upside the head, and then kissed him again before he could retaliate.

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