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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Twenty-Four

It was not Narcissa Malfoy, wand in hand and expression full of death, that made Harry pause. Maybe it should have been, his eyes caught on the open doorway and the freedom it represented from the hospital ward. It wasn't even Dumbledore, his wand raised to face the woman down—even while Harry could still feel the man's attention divided and on him, waiting for Harry to act. No, it was something else. Something that was very, very far away.
A call.
“Answer me, you half-blooded, foul beast! Where is Draco? He is to marry today, and no one will tell me where he is! I know you have hidden him—Ruined him!”
Harry was not looking at the screaming woman, instead turned towards the windows. It was very far away. Deep in the forest. But... But Harry was certain. It was Malfoy. Draco was out there, and he was calling.
Closing his eyes and ignoring Dumbledore's response to the woman, Harry focused his new senses. Even from so far away, he could feel his love's magic wash over him. Harry shuddered. Draco. Long limbs, lithe torso—Fucking tight, Draco. He was calling... Calling for him. What had once been a dangerous spark was now his entire being, darkness curling complete around Harry, power rising up as fire rushed over his skin. Draco was looking for him. Waiting for him. Wanting him.
“We had to do what was in the boy's best interest at the time, Mrs. Malfoy. Informing you could have set in motion an explosion, instead of a calculated attack. We are waiting to give the creatures a chance to abide by their own word before trying to get your son back.”
Narcissa did not seem interested in Dumbledore's excuses, but Harry was, foot raised mid-step as he caught the last of what was said. “Where is Draco?”
Dumbledore stiffened. “Harry, it's not—”
“You let them take him!” Narcissa wailed, tears filling her eyes. “How could—”
“Shut up!” Harry boomed, the woman sitting abruptly on the ground as he pushed power down on top of her. “Dumbledore! Where is my mate!” He whirled on the man with wings outstretched, raising more power, filling the room with wind and unbearable gravity.
Dumbledore struggled to stay on his feet, body bowing forward, hands unable to lift his wand. “He's s-safe... Guarded...”
“Lies!” Harry roared. “You keep fucking lying to me!” Harry was so sick of the fucking games Dumbledore always played. Hadn't he done enough? Wasn't killing Voldemort enough! Couldn't he just have a goddamn straight answer from anyone! Harry pushed his power out, ears catching as the student fell, eyes seeing his magic descend like a curtain of crackling energy over the entire castle.
“Harry... please... they're just children...” Dumbledore gasped, struggling to keep from bending completely to the floor. Narcissa was already flat on the ground, eyes wide in panic as she watched Harry. He was completely black now, his anger absolute, a terrifying demonic shadow of horns and wings that kept pushing everything down, demanding compliance from all.
“Tell me what I want to know,” Harry demanded barely above a whisper as he crouched down in front of his struggling headmaster. He grabbed the man's jaw, wrenching it painfully to force his gaze. “Where. Is. Draco.”

Bent over in the hallway outside the Great Hall, Sirius had managed to shut the door the final inch, latching it against the pull of weight that had come out of nowhere. His senses told him it was Harry, the same familiar energy of his godson, but changed, twisted, and impossibly strong. Remus was on the other side of the door with the majority of the Hogwarts' staff, surrounded by whimpering students that had just started to trickle in for breakfast. Sirius had just gotten through the door, fighting the press of power, only to fall when another, stronger wave hit. Harry was coming.
The pressure grew worse the closer Harry stepped, Sirius just catching the boy's charred black feet from his position on the stone floor. He grit his teeth as Harry stopped in front of him, the weight unbearable, the sound of young voices crying out just from the other side of the door. Sirius could barely drag air into his lungs and he had another beast form that gave him strength. He prayed Harry wouldn't enter the Great Hall; the extra weight of power would likely crush everyone within.
“Siri!” Harry said cheerfully, stooping down and picking the man up by the scruff of his shirt. “Awesome, I can finally hug you, you big lout!”
Sirius, trying to recover as he found himself suddenly light and breathing, did not resist the bear hug Harry enthusiastically gave him. Harry now reached Sirius's height, plus a couple feet with his new horns. The boy was a solid slab of muscle, and his week of rest had restored his strength. Sirius was not so sure the emergency witches and wizards would continue to be so proud of their work, especially since half of them were in the Great Hall being crushed down by the boy's power.
“H-Harry, you need to stop,” Sirius coughed out, steadying himself on Harry's shoulders once the boy put him down.
“Nope, gotta go find Draco—Did you know he's in the damn forest? Like literally.” Harry wasn't looking at Sirius anymore, head turned to the right, eyes unfocused as if he were looking far away. “That boy spent the whole fucking time telling me to stay out of the Forbidden Forest, and then goes traipsing in there with a pack of Vesper and little Hermione. Fucking ridiculous.”
“Harry, please. You're hurting people.” Sirius wavered on his feet, falling against the door when Harry suddenly turned.
“I tried so fucking hard to keep him safe, Siri. Why would he do that? Why would he just fucking leave me like that?” Harry asked, tears sparkling in his eyes that looked startling bright against his black skin. Sirius swallowed hard, wondering if this was a temporary or permanent side effect of Harry returning.
“I was told he did it to keep the creatures from hurting you,” Sirius said as evenly as possible, watching a hurricane of emotions swirl over Harry's familiar yet changed face. “They were in the castle. They could have hurt the students... Draco doesn't want students being hurt. He's a prefect, and he takes those responsibilities very seriously.”
Sirius licked his dry lips, very careful when speaking his next words. “Harry, he'd really like it if you let everyone up off the floor.”
Starting, Harry, who had been looking again to the side and far away, snapped his gaze back to his godfather. “If Malfoy cared so fucking much about the welfare of the students, he wouldn't have fucking left them here all alone, now would he?” Harry growled, pushing away.
“You're not well, Harry. You have to see that...”
“Shut up, Siri!” Harry yelled, his voice cracking. “Are you goddamn Dumbledore now? Going to fucking tell me all the irrelevant shit, instead of the very important question of where Malfoy is? Are you going to betray me too?”
Dread twisting in his stomach, Sirius tried in a softer voice. “Harry, no one has betrayed—”
“He left me!” Harry suddenly whirled, slamming his hand down into one of the Great Hall doors. The wood splintered from the impact, the wall shaking at the force.
“Harry, where is Dumbledore?” The headmaster had been the one to insist Harry be kept from visitors and free of information. The man was supposed to be guarding the boy, just in case his suspicions had been true and Harry was unstable. Harry was very fucking unstable, and now there was no Dumbledore. “Harry?”
Harry gave a snort, wrenching claws down the door and leaving deep, heavy gouges. “Where the fuck else would he be, Siri? On the fucking floor with the rest of the weak, pathetic humans.”
Wincing at the cruel edge to Harry's voice as he said humans, Sirius continued, the boy almost reasonable. “Is he alright?”
“Do I look like a fucking doctor?” Harry gave another snort, his lips twisting until he was suddenly smiling widely. “Draco's calling me... Did you know he was that fucking strong?” Harry asked, peering over to Sirius, his antlers resting on the door and scraping deep dents. “I can't even see him from this distance, but that boy is whispering in my ear, telling me to get my ass to him.”
Sirius silently prayed that Harry wasn't hearing voices and Draco really was just that connected to his mate. “Does he sound afraid?”
Blinking, Harry shook his head. “He's not afraid.”
Sirius nodded, carefully straightening and pushing away from the wall. “That's because he's safe, Harry. We've been keeping status spells on him. He hasn't been injured, and neither has Hermione. Believe me, I wanted to go after him when I found out, but it would have put everyone at risk, and—”
Harry growled, the sound rumbling and bubbling through the air. “You were all cowards—I know. You were going to let Dumbledore kill me even though I'm your godson!”
“Harry, you know it's not as simple as that!” Sirius pleaded. “We had to think of everyone, not just you. You agreed to it—I never would have let Dumbledore touch you if you hadn't agreed!”
“Don't you fucking cry at me, Black! Don't you dare stand there and pretend you give a fuck when... Fuck!” Harry wrenched away, tears again in his eyes. “Draco's calling me. I'm just wasting my fucking time talking to you. I thought I had missed you... fucking pathetic.”
Sirius watched as Harry's wings flexed, the boy turning towards the main exit of the castle. “Harry, please. The students. They can't handle this kind of pressure.”
Harry snarled, glaring back over his shoulders. “Stop whining at me, Siri. Like I give a fuck about them? You all picked them over me. It was the wrong fucking choice.”
“Harry...” But Harry was gone, striding angrily down the hall, wings ruffling as he slammed around the corner and down another corridor. Sirius felt it the instant the boy left the protection of the castle, the wards helping to repel some of the power Harry had raised up, the air immediately lighting all around him. Sirius quickly turned back to the Great Hall, tearing the doors open.
“Oh, thank god,” he muttered, most of the students already on their knees while they gasped for air. He went down to where the first years sat, their bodies frailer. A few had passed out, but nothing seemed broken. Sirius then went to the head table, finding Remus halfway under the bench, snarling as he struggled to get up from beneath Hagrid's mammoth arm that had landed on his back.
“You need to go after him,” Remus said in lieu of greeting. “We could hear you. He's sick in the head. Confused. Siri, he needs you...”
“Aye, but he'll be fine for a few bloody minutes,” Sirius grunted, lifting Hagrid's arm, the half giant still very dazed with so much extra weight to hold him down. “I can't stop him. The boy is too powerful. Pulling a wand on him is the equivalent of getting killed. We need to find Dumbledore and make sure he's alright.”
Remus pulled himself to his feet with Sirius help, his back cracking as he straightened. “Crap... think that was my rib he broke...”
“Pomfrey's,” Severus snapped from the left of them, his hair askew as he pushed himself up, leaning on the table. “That's where Dumbledore will be.”
“Where's McVicar?” Remus asked, scanning the room quickly. “He might know something about what Harry is changing into.”
“I'll find him,” Severus said, reaching a hand down to help haul Minerva off the floor. No one dared help Hagrid, the half-giant wheezing and far too heavy for moving without magic. “We'll need the prefects organized, common rooms and dorms searched for anyone injured.”
Minerva nodded, fixing her hat as she looked around the room at the still recovering students. “He can't come back here.”
“What?” Sirius snapped, nearly dropping Remus as he rounded on the woman.
“Look around you, Black,” Severus interrupted gruffly. “Potter's signed his fate. We can only pray he hasn't killed anyone. Every parent of the students attending this school will be screaming for his blood after this, savior or not.”
“He's confused! He doesn't know what he's doing. You can't just throw him out—”
“It's irrelevant right now,” Remus muttered, trying to get Sirius to stop glaring so murderously at the two professors. “We need to make sure Albus is alright. The students need to be accounted for, and the wounded healed. Severus, find McVicar and whatever relevant notes he insists on rattling at us. We need to find a way to stop Harry before he gets to that village. God only knows what he'll do to Malfoy once he finds him.”
Sirius winced, remembering how sad and tormented Harry had sounded when speaking of Draco leaving. He had taken it personally, like a small child losing his best friend. Except Harry wasn't a small child, he was a powerful, dangerous force, and was not thinking clearly enough to be reasoned with.

“You have got to be out of your mind,” Jaz muttered, resisting Severus's arm as the potions master tried, unsuccessfully, to pull him towards the door. “He's a Kalistar! An angry, powerful—He broke my glasses. My favorite, very fashionable glasses annihilated because he decided to squish me like a bug without even looking at me.”
“Stop being such a coward, McVicar,” Severus drawled in annoyance. “You are the only one that has dealt with these creatures at all.”
“In a lab! In a safely warded lab, with one so drugged out of its mind it could have thought it was a flower, for all I know.” Jaz grabbed for the doorway, hands wrapping around each side, claws gripping into the molding. Severus snarled, trying to push the man through with brute force, but it didn't work.
“My god—You self preserving bastard!” Severus growled in exasperation. “There is a young man at risk out there—Two young men that need our help.” At Jaz's unconcerned glare, Severus grew even angrier, grabbing the man by the back of the collar. “McVicar! There is an entire village at risk! This school, if Potter loses it and comes back! Stop being such a bloody coward!”
Jaz narrowed his eyes even more, glancing over his shoulder at the man. “No.”
“You bloody... wretched... feline!” Severus sneered, once again trying to wrestle the white haired man out the door. “I will steal your notebook!”
“I don't care. I have a backup,” Jaz said primly.
“I'll steal that one too! And I'll tear it up!” Severus had a dazed look to his eyes, and Jaz was hoping the man would just become so weak by his energy that he would give up. But the professor had been gaining a lot of control over his condition lately, and made a decisive attack for one of Jaz's hands, trying to pry his fingers free.
“That's not going to work,” Jaz said with a growl when the man pushed his shirtsleeve up and bit into Jaz's wrist. “Actually, that's going to have a completely opposite effect to me wanting to leave,” he added, his glare growing.
“For the love of—You are an infuriating man.” Severus straightened, hair a mess, dark eyes nearly burning as he grabbed both of Jaz's outstretched hands and pushed his entire weight forward, trying to force him through the door. That he was dug in like some tick was just obnoxious.
“I don't wish to die. There is nothing odd about that,” Jaz said petulantly.
Severus gritted his teeth. “It's Potter—He wouldn't hurt a soul. The boy is so damn righteous, he was going to let Albus kill him to make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone.”
“Right, and then he woke up and suppressed an entire castle full of wizards and witches with absolute ease!” Jaz gritted back, heels digging in to the floor, back straightening as he pushed against the man. “I have dealt with countless dimensional creatures, and I have survived them by not interfering when they start going on rampages!”
“Coward!” Severus shouted.
“I fucking know! Now stop... pushing... me!”
Snarling, Severus relented and stepped back, panting for air as he glared at the man's shoulders. The dimensional specialist's claws were literally stuck in the wood, like some yowling cat trying to avoid a bath. Staring straight ahead, Jaz completely missed Severus's calculating look as he formed a plan.
“McVicar, remember that thing we've been talking about?” Severus asked, suddenly surging forward and wrapping his arms around the man's lithe torso.
Glaring back, Jaz didn't say anything, his fingers only clutching the door tighter.
“Just last night you were trying very hard to convince me,” Severus continued, letting his voice grow lower, soothing tones in the man's pointed ear. “You have been incensed about it. Absolutely dogged. Assist me in this one heroic endeavor, and I will give you what you want,” he purred against Jaz's skin.
Eyes darkening, Jaz shook his head, trying to get the man off his back. “If you think that I'd relent over something so trivial...”
“Oh, is it trivial, McVicar? Since the day we met you have been bristling. Yowling at me like some damn alley cat. Just think how nice it would be if you... got your way...” Severus's voice was dark silk, growing even deeper, compelling and wicked. “I could do it right now... Right this instant... You just have to agree to help.”
Jaz gave a soft gasp, his muscles relaxing slightly under that melodic voice. “You're mad if you think—”
“Jaz,” Severus suddenly purred, drawing his name out slowly as if he were sipping a glass of fine wine. Blue eyes widening, Jaz shuddered, his knees nearly giving out on him.
“That is... unfair...” Jaz whispered weakly. Severus was suddenly pulling at the fingers of his right hand, and Jaz was having a lot of trouble resisting the warm touch.
“Nothing I do is fair,” Severus admitted smugly, prying one of the man's hands off the door, only to twine their fingers together. “Now agree to help, like a proper, decent human being, and I will say it again.”
Jaz licked his lips. “I'm not...”
“I know you're not human, you imbecile,” Severus murmured, starting on the man's other hand. “No human would get so worked up over a damn name. Well, no sane human, anyways. Come on. Relent. Give me your word.”
“I want a guarantee, Severus,” Jaz said, falling back against the man when his other hand was suddenly pulled free.
“I can't guarantee that the boy won't kill us all,” Severus said blandly. “I'm just really hoping he won't.”
“Not that. I want a guarantee that you'll always call me by my name. No just saying you will, and then switching on me. Or worse, just never saying anything to me at all.”
Smirking widely, Severus chuckled. “You self serving, vain bastard.”
“Do we have a deal?” Jaz pressed, peering back and catching Severus's calculating look. “Or... you could try biting me again? I'm pretty sure that would have totally gotten me out the door eventually,” he added with a wicked grin, fangs peeking.
“You are incorrigible,” Severus muttered, a faint blush gracing his cheeks as he pulled away from the man. “We have a deal. Now gather your things and stop stalling.”
“Ah, not until you say it again.” Turning, Jaz again pressed himself into the doorframe, claws tapping expectantly as he looked Severus over. Without his glasses, the man was very much a predator about to spring, features sharp and hungry.
Severus refused to be intimidated. He had won and he knew it. McVicar could look however he liked at him, Severus had still bested him. “Stop stalling, Jaz,” He said graciously, watching as Jaz suddenly gripped the doorframe hard as if struggling not to fall. “Now if we could get going...”
Summoning his things to him with a wave, Jaz stepped back, then paused again, catching Severus in the doorway. “Sure you don't want to try and bite me again?”
“I'm certain,” Severus said dryly, glaring at the man.
“It's just... When you say my name like that...” Eyes raking over the potions master, Jaz smiled lazily. “I could bite you... I think you might really like that...”
“Lives are in danger,” Severus reminded flatly, his glare growing with his blush. The man was impossible.
“Ah, right... That...” Jaz stepped back into the hall, finally letting Severus by. They made it down the corridor before Jaz suddenly grabbed the man's arm. “But, when they are no longer in danger? Maybe then?”
Refusing to dignify the question with a response beyond an eyebrow raise, Severus turned and kept walking.
“Oh, no you don't,” Jaz growled, pulling the potions master back and pinning him to the wall. “I want a proper answer. If you're going to insist that you're so proper, you are going to give me a proper answer,” he said lowly.
“Mr. McVicar...” Severus gritted out, amazed that this idiot of a brilliant man could actually be trying to get an answer out of him about such a ridiculous thing while Potter was about to bring the castle and forest to ruin.
“Jaz,” the man reminded with a dangerous grin, hands holding Severus's shoulders in place.
“Jaz!” Severus snapped, rolling his eyes when Jaz gave a soft groan from the sound. “Why in the hell would you ever think I would let such a vain, self centered, cowardly man such as yourself ever lay a tooth, or fang, or whatever—”
Leaning forward, Jaz opened his mouth and ran his teeth ever so lightly over Severus's throat, the potions master falling silent with a gasp.
“Oh...”
“I know,” Jaz said huskily, nipping gently at the side of Severus's long neck.
“Oh... I'm beginning to see your point...” Severus mumbled, eyes closing as the man clamped his teeth into his jaw and held. If McVicar had started with this particular argument, Severus might have been a bit more responsive from the get go.
“So... maybe later?” Jaz asked, moving to Severus's ear and tugging lightly with his fangs. “When you're not tinkering with your many potions... and snarking at your annoying students...”
Very much certain he was winning this argument as well, Severus nodded carefully, not willing to pull from the teeth nipping deliciously over his skin. “Maybe...”
“That is hardly... a decisive... proper... answer.”
“Mr... Jaz.” Severus stopped, instead tilting his head more to the side, exposing his neck for better access.
Tongue laving down, teeth nipping sharp, teasing bites, Jaz smirked against Severus's throat. “Yes?”
Glaring at the man through his lashes, Severus huffed. “...Very well.”

Harry had found Hermione's trail almost immediately. His new senses had picked up her week old scent as if it were fresh, as had he found Draco's. There was actually a glow to Draco's path, faded but still very heady. Every time Harry caught the faint scent of the boy, he felt the darkness within stir, trying to rise up and overtake him completely.
Harry did not bother killing the many forest creatures swarming around him. From insects, to miniature mammals, flighty pixies and larger, wicked creatures that thought he was worth hunting, he dealt with them the same way he had with the humans in the castle. He knocked them down to the ground, birds from the sky, creeping plants, predators and prey. He kept a wide circle of his influence around him, making sure he would not be surprised upon as he ran through the forest, leeping over fallen trees and large rocks, ducking around trunks while he laughed.
His lungs were burning in a way he had never experienced, feet slamming into the ground as he kicked up fallen leaves, pine needles and soil. He had forgotten what it felt like to move. His body was this graceful, strong animal, unstoppable in force, unrelenting in its determination to find Draco as quickly as possible. Every smell of the forest was information to the driver of this wild body, a pilot that Harry was beginning to suspect was not fully him. Because his body kept driving forward, wings suddenly unfurling to glide when he found enough room for the massive things, claws digging in to climb trees to get more height and leap again, all the while Harry's brain was trying to think.
And the call—Harry's body kept calling for Draco, senses seeking the pale boy out each time, needing a response that never came. Draco was safe—Harry knew he was safe. But his body did not seem to understand that, tearing through brush in desperate bursts, as if Draco might just be around the next bend. God, Harry needed Draco. The boy was his last thread of sanity, the only one that would not look at him in fear even at his worst, and Harry knew he was at his worst. He could not stop himself.
Another deer suddenly crashed down, back legs caught in Harry's powerful aura as he passed, a squirrel suddenly ripped from it's branch to fall next to it. He wanted to stop. He needed to go back and make sure the students were alright. He needed to apologize to Dumbledore for having hurt the man. He really needed to yell very loud, which he did, his vision going red as he caught the scent of the Vesper on the wind, hunters having been in this area recently, only a day ago.
They thought they had his mate. Those fucking dragons thought they had taken Harry's mate away while he had slept and healed. What arrogant, sneaky, malicious things, thinking they could steal from him. Draco was his.
It was wrong, a part inside Harry still knew it was wrong, but he could not hear that voice much anymore. What he could hear was Draco's call, growing stronger with each yard Harry covered. Draco was a white hot light in his mind's eye, and as Harry fell deeper into the forest, it was growing larger, demanding he return to his mate. Harry needed Draco. He needed to make sure the boy was okay. He needed to make sure Draco was still his, and had not fallen to the damn pack of hungry dragons that had howled so loudly for the boy. Harry sent out his call again, full of all his twisting need, and came to a stumbling halt.
“Holy fuck... Draco...” Harry grabbed onto the nearest tree, bark crumpling brittle beneath his fingers. “You feel that, Draco? Because... because I can feel you... and you are bright... fucking bright...” Harry, eyes wide, suddenly fell forward, Draco's call washing over him with such intensity, he knew the boy had to be responding to him.
He was close. Draco was close, and Harry was going to find him. He struggled to his feet, his steps unsteady all of a sudden. He needed to stop. There was so much fucking need in him, Harry was afraid what was going to happen. But he could feel Draco now. So close... just a few miles away... And... and he was perfect. He was Harry's, and he was perfect... except... No.
There was still something not quite right. Draco was perfect, but he wasn't whole. He was still trapped, his beautiful glow half cut from Harry's eyes.
It was the ring. That damn fucking ring that had stolen Draco away so many times already. If Harry could get that ring, he would never have to wonder if Draco was his. Draco would never have to wonder either, because as a beast Draco would do anything for him. Would crawl, and beg, and plead, and never, ever, ever put one of those damn dragons ahead of Harry's needs. A hot white shudder of want moved through Harry's body and he moaned loudly.
Draco was his, and Harry would just have to fucking show him.
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