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Light of Heaven	By : Draeconin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Light of Heaven

by Draeconin

See chapter one for disclaimer and details.

Chapter Nineteen
Although Draco knew the decision he'd made was the right one, he often regretted it just the same. To take his mind off it, he threw himself into learning the new skills they were were being taught. His relationship with Harry could have suffered if he'd let it, since depriving himself of a child could have resulted in him becoming depressed and moody, and taking it out on his mate. Instead, he became more passionate, more loving. Well, most of the time, anyway. Sometimes, though not often, he'd take to brooding over the unfairness of the situation, that he had to postpone his own happiness and fulfillment in order to take lessons with his love. At such times those around him, other than Harry, learned to speak to him only as necessary.

Oh, he could have waited until after any child was born to take the lessons, but then he'd be taking them alone, and that wouldn't do; it was more fun with Harry to cajole him along, and act as a foil for his emotions and occassional 'mild' tantrums - although he'd be the last to admit that's what they were. It was just as well. Two weeks later, yet another 'class' was added; they were finally going to learn how to use their magic.

"It's about bloody time," Draco muttered, upon hearing the news. He was tired of having to do everything the Muggle way.
As it happened, their magic was not only stronger than wizard magic, but in some ways, much easier. There were no spells or charms to learn, no hand or wand-waving patterns, and no potions to memorize, with their fiddly mixing rules and ingredients amounts. All it took was a clear mental picture of what was wanted or needed, the channelling of power, and the will for - whatever - to happen. Learning to access, channel, and control the flow of their magic, not using the wrong 'frequency' (each species of magic user had magic that was of a different type than any other, but Harry and Draco's magic covered a wide range of those), or too much or too little, was the hard part.
It turned out that while Harry was a natural with Veela, Vampire and Dragon magic, Draco's magic covered several Elfin species, from Veela on down, and centaur healing arts and magics. While Harry's abilities with Veela and Vampire magic could be expected, and Draco's span of Elfin magic, while rare, wasn't unknown, the dragons training the young couple could find no reason whatsoever for Harry's Dragon-magic abilities, nor Draco's Centaur-magic skills. The fact remained, however, that those skills existed, and it was those 'odd' skills in which each was most powerful.
While both were powerful in their own right, as they had been when they were able to do wizard magic, it was their bond, and their power resonating each with the other's, that produced the most powerful results. This, of course, caused them to be looked upon with some doubt and wariness which, over time, dissipated as Harry and Draco showed no signs of abusing that power.
What was finally figured out was that their triple bond, along with Draco's healing magic, was what was responsible for them being able to learn and train so quickly without painful side-effects, going so far as to strengthen their muscles and increase their stamina to be able to handle the strains put upon them.
"Harry, I need a break. It's been weeks since we went flying, and we never did get to go do that shopping you promised me."
"I know, love," Harry said, frowning slightly. "Did anyone ever get back to us about the nearest wizard town?"
"I don't care if it's wizard, Muggle or troll, Harry; I need to go shopping! My clothes are totally worn out!"
"Draco, love, we haven't been here long enough to wear out your clothes. Mine are still in good condition," Harry remonstrated.
"If you call covering your arse 'good condition', they might be," Draco commented snobbishly. "They look rather shabby to me, and I will not have my husband looking shabby!"
"You know," Harry said thoughtfully, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you call me that; 'my husband'. It makes my nerves tingle every time."
"And I'm chopped liver, I suppose," the blond harped.
"Of course not; you're the sexiest, most beautiful man I've ever met, and I'm very lucky to have you as my husband."
"Just remember that, Potter," Draco said sneeringly, but he was wearing a grin on his face. Then, to make sure Harry didn't think he meant it, he put his arms around the Gryffindor's neck, and kissed him; long, wet, and deep. When he broke it off, his mood had changed a bit. "Now! When are we going to do that shopping?" he asked briskly.
Harry chuckled, still holding his husband around the waist. "You have a one-track mind, husband mine," he said, laughingly.
"Don't give me a hard time, Harry. You need to get out of these caverns as much as I do," was Draco's sober reply.
"Mm-hm. I do," Harry admitted. He thought for a moment. "Do you still have your wand?" he asked.
Draco frowned, confused. "Yes, but..."
"Think we might still have enough wizarding magic to do a compass spell?"
Draco grinned, catching on. "It's worth a try!"
It took several tries, but they finally located a small wizarding town a hundred and fifty miles away. With dragon help, it only took half an hour to get there. They did the 'instant travel' thing they'd experienced with Astrofel to within a short distance of the town, then walked in the rest of the way. The presence of dragons had a bad habit of panicking the villagers.
Madame Blavatsky's (were all top-class wizard clothing shops called 'Madam something-or-other's'?) was just what the doctor ordered, as far as Draco was concerned. He had great fun trying on outfits himself, and even more fun having Harry try on various outfits, and pairing those outfits with differently-styled robes. Of course none of the robes were as nice as the ones Dobby had procurred for them, but for human-made clothing, they were extremely good. The proprietress was very confused by their insistence that she tailor slits 'just so' into the backs of all the tops and robes, however.
They visited the local branch of Gringott's for more money, asking the goblins to be especially discreet about the transaction, stopped for a late lunch, then hit the stores again. Bookshops, shoe stores, sundries stores, even an apothecary - all were visited at least once, and sometimes two or three times as Draco or Harry decided something deserved a second think, or remembered something that might be useful. By the end of the day they were both tired, and Draco was very happy. They dined at an elegant little restaraunt, and then headed back to the dragon demesnes. Having to fly back on their own took longer, and being loaded down with bags and packages, it was near midnight when they finally got back.
They learned the travel magic they needed, and visited that restaraunt on a semi-regular basis the rest of the time they were with the dragons. Although the townsfolk were curious about the two, neither young man volunteered any information, although they went out of their way to be friendly. They did, however, have to come up with names for the townsfolk to call them, so they used their middle names, along with the last name of 'Black'. Harry suggested it in honor of his godfather, and Draco went along with it because he was related to them, and because it was a rather common name that was unlikely to arouse suspicion.
During the next year they mastered, or at least became proficient, with everything that was set before them. The only other thing of note to take place was the discovery of their ability to shape-change. They both had three other forms they could change into. The first was as a dragon of the same type they were being hosted by. Approximately ten feet tall for the smaller of them, this form was rather akin to wyverns in that they only had two legs, and wings. However, the wings were rather special. Tweny feet long, they were jointed in such a way that they could fold into 'arms' only six feet long. At the end of each 'arm' (the second joint out from the shoulder) were three strong, muscular tentacles that served as fingers. Scales existed only on the upper part of the body, and were as small as fish scales, but extremely tough. Harry's colouring was a deep, gem-like green with a burnishing of gold when the sun hit him just right, and Draco's a deep black with a burnishing of silver. In both cases, the lighter colour became predominant when outside temperatures rose too high.
Harry's second shape was a rare type of phoenix - an Emperor Phoenix. He had a head and neck of gold that faded into a body of dark emerald green. That green carried over into the wings and long tail, where it became heavily overlaid with burgandy and black, shot through with tracings of silver. His beak and legs were ebony, and of course his eyes changed not one whit with any of his shapes. They retained their colour-changing properties, but were usually a deep green.
Draco's second shape was also a rare type of phoenix, but less so; his was a Snow Phoenix. His colouring was silver and white, with black beak and legs.
If they had never changed into their phoenix forms, the abilities of that form may have never come into play. As it was, however, every ten years they would now be forced by their own natures to renew themselves. In effect, they were now practically immortal, barring a sudden, violent death, and would never appear younger than seventeen, nor older than twenty-seven years of age.
Their third form could, perhaps, be the most useful. The Faery Snow Leopard looked quite like their Muggle counterparts, but were slightly larger, and were able to disappear against any static background whatsoever. This was not invisibility, however, but camouflage. While moving, or against a moving background, they would be visible, their camouflaging abilities unable to adapt to changing conditions so rapidly.
In a relationship whose high points had almost always been odd ones, this was another - that they would share the same transformative forms. When Harry asked the more knowledgable dragons for possible reasons for it, he was told that the triple bond had either melded their beings together so that they were, in some ways, almost identical, or that the triple bond was possible because they were that similar to begin with.
In all of their forms - human, veela, dragon, phoenix, and faery snow leopard, they often visited the outside world for recreation and relief from the tedium of repetitious timetables. They had great fun exploring the abilities of each form, and mating with each other in those forms. Aside from that, they had managed to find time in their crowded days to make a few other friends among the dragons.
But finally, after a bit more than three years, they had learned all they needed to know - not all that the dragons could teach, certainly, but they could now defend themselves both physically and magically. However, their priorities had changed. They were not human, and they had come to accept that fully. Although both had friends who were human, their own lives had to take priority. And one of those priorities was securing Harry's rightful place as a Veela Royal.

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The next day they started getting ready; shrinking clothing, weapons, and those items they had developed an emotional attachment to, and packing them. Everything else they left for the use of, or disposal by others. By noon they were ready to leave. They transformed into their dragon forms, and flew off in the direction of the Veela demesne.
By evening they were halfway there; but flying by night was not an intelligent option, especially if fighting were at the end of the trip. That there would be strife was not a foregone conclusion, but they thought it wiser to plan as though it were. No, they would stay the night, making camp, fly to within an hour of their destination, rest, then finish their journey.
The journey itself was uneventful. At their last rest stop before the last leg of their trip, they outfitted themselves with some of the weapons they thought they might need, discussed possible strategies in the case of this situation or that, and then chose their phoenix forms for the last hour of flight as being less threatening when they arrived, although the dragon form was faster.
The arrival of two such disparate and rare forms of phoenix brought a great deal of attention, so when Harry and Draco transformed into their human forms, it wasn't long before Thraia, Folmar and Corriga arrived, along with a small group of followers.
"D'Lumière," Thraia's utterance of the name was an admission of recognition, not greeting.
Harry met her eyes. "Thraia," he returned, then the same with the other two he recognised. "Folmar; Corriga."
"You are here for?" the spokewoman inquired.
"My right," he replied.
Without warning, she attacked, most of the rest of her group with her; but they had not caught the young couple unprepared. Harry was only vaguely aware of a figure leaving the opposing group and standing calmly to one side as they fought. When the fighting was over, neither young man was left uninjured, but both were alive and relatively whole.
At this point the figure who had decided to remain neutral in the conflict, Folmar, came onto the small battlefield, holding his arms out to his sides, palms forward, in the sign for peace. Surveying the dead and injured, he then turned to the High One. "With your permission?" he asked, gesturing to the others.
Harry nodded, thinking he meant to care for the wounded. To his shock, the male Veela transformed into his predator shape, and dispatched those who still lived.
"Why did you do that?" he asked angrily.
"They were traitors, Harry," Draco said, an eye on the male Veela for any indications that he might be wrong. "Likely they would have remained so even if you had spared them. It was less trouble, and may have saved more lives in the long run, to kill them."
Folmar, again in his human form, gave a polite nod in acknowledgement of Draco's words.
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to argue, but his husband headed him off. "And you gave your consent."
"I didn't know he was going to do that!" Harry protested.
"Harry - it's their way. And it was the smart thing to do. No-" Draco said, interrupting the raven-haired man's attempt to protest before he even began. "It was. I wouldn't want known traitors around our child, anyway."
"I still think-" Harry began heatedly, then halted abruptly as what Draco had said, penetrated. "What?" the former Gryffindor inquired, flummoxed.
Draco put his arms around his husband, begging to be held. Harry complied. "I couldn't help it," the blond confessed. "I couldn't wait any longer, and we were safe at the time..." Looking up into his husband's emerald-green eyes, he said "I'm pregnant, Harry."

The Ende

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A/N: This story was my entrance into writing Harry Potter fanfiction (actually, into creative writing, period). Unfortunately, I made the basic beginner's mistake, and made the boys too powerful. So by the time I got to this point, any conflict was almost a foregone conclussion. Took all the fun out of writing it. If anyone wants to take the story from this point, you're welcome. All I ask is that this story be credited as the inspiration.

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