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Midnight's Dawning	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have to profusely thank all of you who have reviewed. �I�m always glad to see that what I write is
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don�t know what those pairings will or should be yet, except for Alexander and
Doriel.� If there are any you would like
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Chapter 3

�� It
only took Harry a week to talk everyone in Slytherin into calling him Aurel and
by that time it was announced that there were to be flying lessons with the
Gryffindors.� Harry discovered that
although Snape was his head of house he still harbored some kind of grudge
against him.� He didn�t openly show it
but there was something in the way he would periodically eye him.� One afternoon he decided to find out what was
going on and waited after potions for everyone to leave.

�� What
is it Mr. Potter?� Snape questioned, seeing the black haired boy stay behind.

�� I
have a question Professor.� He approached his desk, �Why do you keep looking at
me like that?� Is there something I have
done to make you angry or upset with me? �I assure you that if I have it was completely unintentional.�

�� He
looked up at him, his eyes narrowed, �That is none of your business.� He
growled.

�� Harry
scowled, turning on his heels and storming out, hands clenched into fists.� Happily the school day was over and he had
time to write his father.� He moved to
the common room, pulling out parchment and quill, and set about writing a
letter.

�� Father,

I miss you so much.� I was sorted into Slytherin!� The Headmaster, Dumbledore, looked at me
oddly when I was sorted, I don�t think he wanted me in the house of snakes.� Severus Snape, the man I met in the
apothecary, he�s my head of house.� He
keeps looking at me, like he doesn�t like me or is angry with me.� I don�t know what I did to make him hate me
and when I asked he yelled at me.� It
makes me angry, not to know what I�ve done wrong.� He was nice to me in the store when we met
but now it�s like he�s totally different.�
I wish you were here to help me.�
We have flying lessons with the Gryffindors tomorrow.� The red head, Weasley, who was in the book
store, he�s in Gryffindor and Draco, the boy I met in the robe shop, is in
Slytherin with me.� I�ll keep you updated
on how things are going.

�� Love,

�� Aurel

�� He
reread the letter twice before sealing it and taking it to the owlery to be mailed before heading to dinner in the Great
Hall.� The rest of the evening passed
uneventfully, it wasn�t until the next morning when post was being delivered
that Harry saw his father�s owl land in front of Snape.� He watched intently, eating his breakfast, as
Snape took the letter and opened it.� Not
long after that another owl landed in front of Harry.� The letter had his father�s seal and he
opened it.

�� Aurel,

I miss you as well.� The halls feel so empty without your
laugh.� I have written to Severus
regarding his behavior after I asked him to watch out for you.� Hopefully he will either explain to you the
reasoning behind it or will cease his negative attitude towards you.� Keep up in your studies; I expect good marks
from you this year.� Congratulations on
getting into Slytherin, that was my house when I went
to Hogwarts.� I trust that you are making
friends; it will do you good to meet others.�
I spoke to Alexander after I got your letter, he is ashamed of Severus
and I have a feeling that he will take it into his own hands should the
situation not be remedied.� He told me to
tell you that he looks forward to seeing you this Yule and has something
special for you.� Do not let Dumbledore
manipulate you, trust me, he will try.�
When he discovered that I was going to be taken under Alexander�s wing
when I reached my majority he tried his hardest to sway me into his way of
thinking so that he could use what I would become.� I want you to make your own observations and
reach your own conclusions about people and events.� I look forward to hearing about your flying
lessons, keep me updated.

�� With
all my love,

�� Your Father, Doriel

�� Aurel,
come on, we have flying lessons.� Draco said, tapping him on the shoulder,
�It�s time to go.�

�� Aurel
tucked the letter away, taking a final bite of breakfast and picking up his
bag, �Sorry, I was distracted.� He smiled, �My father wrote me.� The two of
them headed for the door.

�� Draco
smiled, �Blaise is waiting for us outside.�

�� He
nodded and the two boys silently made their way outside to find their other
companion.� Blaise was right through the
doors, leaning against an archway to wait.�
Upon seeing them he kicked off the wall and walked beside them,
stretching slightly.

�� What
took you so long?� He questioned, adjusting his bag.

�� I
got a letter from my father so I wanted to read it.� Harry replied, �This
should be fun, shouldn�t it?� He questioned, putting his bag down and moving
towards the brooms that were lined up.

�� Draco
sneered at the brooms, �Old, aren�t they?� He questioned as they took position
next to three that looked relatively stable.

�� They
look like something I�ve seen in Alexander�s closet from when he was little.�
He had already explained to the two that Alexander was Doriel�s sire.

�� They
burst into laughter right as the Gryffindors and the rest of the Slytherins
came out.� Weasley glared at them, �What
are you laughing at?� He growled, standing across from them.

�� Their
laughter stopped abruptly.� Draco�s face
morphed into a superior sneer, �Maybe we were laughing at you Weasley.� He
jerked out his wand, �Amazing, your family could actually afford a wand.� He
looked at it closer, �Never mind, looks like it was handed down.�

�� Why
you�� He never got to finish as Madam Hooch, their instructor, strode towards
them.

�� Mr.
Weasley, put your wand away, you won�t be needing it.�
She walked down the aisle between the two rows of brooms she had set out,
�Today you will be learning how to fly properly.� Now, I want all of you to follow my
instructions to the letter.� She looked at each of them in turn, �Now, put your
hand over your broom and command it into your hand by saying �up�.� She continued
to move down the line, watching them as they followed her instructions.

�� Up.�
Harry commanded and the broom shot into his hand.

�� He
smirked, watching Weasley, it seemed as though he was having a bit of
trouble.� When the broom snapped up and
hit him in the face Harry was hardly able to stifle his laughter and a quick
glance down the Slytherin line told him that they were as well.� Once everyone had finally managed to get
their brooms she continued her instructions, correcting Weasley�s hold on his
broom.

�� When
I blow my whistle you will kick up off the ground and hover in the air for a
few seconds then come down.� Before the whistle even got to her lips one
Neville Longbottom kicked off and tottered up into the air, �Mr. Longbottom you
get down here right now!� No matter how much he may have desired to do just
that he went higher, finally falling off the climbing broom and falling to the
ground.� She quickly rushed over to him,
helping him up, �Looks like a broken wrist.� She said
sympathetically, �Let�s get you to the hospital wing.� She looked back over her
shoulder, �And if I catch any of you off the ground you�ll regret it.�

�� Once
she was gone Harry�s eye caught something glinting on the ground near where
Longbottom had fallen.� He moved over and
picked it up, �What�s this?� A Rmemberall?� A little hard to be reminded of something
you�ve forgotten if you can never remember what it is.� He tossed the little
ball in the air and caught it.

�� Give
it here Potter!� Weasley exclaimed, moving towards him.

�� He
sneered, mounting his broom, �Hey Draco, want to play a little catch?� He
questioned, kicking off the ground easily.

�� Draco
smirked and was soon airborne, �Would love to.�

�� Harry
tossed it to the blonde and soon they were playing keep away from the now
wobbly flying Weasley.� Easily they
moved, throwing the ball back and forth, being sure keep it just out of reach
of the red head.

�� Aurel!� Draco!� Get down here!� I think someone�s coming!� Blaise hissed, was
playing look out for the two boys.

�� Quickly
they dived, continuing to toss the Rememberall as
they did so; pulling up in time to land just as Snape came striding out.� Weasley wasn�t so lucky, landing far less
gracefully and after Snape was already out on the field.

�� Fifty points from Gryffindor!� Snape growled, �And your
head of house will hear about your little stunt.� He looked at the two
Slytherins, �You two will come with me.� He turned on his heel, moving back to
the building.

�� Draco
and Harry exchanged half worried looks.�
As they went to follow Snape Harry tossed the Rememberall
at Ron, �Catch.� He smirked over his shoulder before looking ahead again.

�� The
clear ball hit the stunned Weasley in the middle of the head before falling to
the ground.� Harry and Draco followed
their head of house down three corridors to the Defense Against
Dark Arts room.� He opened the door and
looked inside, catching Professor Quirrell�s eye.

�� Professor
Quirrell, I need to borrow Flint.� He stated, leaving no room for
argument.� Marcus Flint got to his feet
and moved to the door, stepping outside with them, �I�ve found you a pair of
chasers to replace those incompetent ones you�ve been complaining about for the
past year.�

�� Flint smirked, looking at
the two boys, �We�ll see what the pair of you can do today after class.� He
stated, �Let�s hope you don�t disappoint.� He walked back into class, taking
his seat.

�� Don�t
make me regret this.� He stated, looking back and forth between them, �I will
see you both in potions this afternoon.� He turned and walked off, heading back
to whatever it was he was doing before he was interrupted.

�� They
looked at each other, smiles slowly appearing on their faces, �Wicked.�

�� The
pair rushed off to class, lucky that Blaise had picked up their bags before
heading to class himself.� The rest of
the day seemed to pass far too slowly for their liking; both were excited about
their meeting with Flint
that afternoon.� Potions that afternoon
went smoothly, Snape no longer giving him cruel looks.� Weasley was there, he didn�t look very happy,
constantly shooting murderous glances over at the two boys who had humiliated
him.� Finally it was time.� After depositing their bags in their room
they made their way towards the Quidditch Pitch where they were to meet Flint.� The sixth year Slytherin was already waiting
for them, a box at his feet, and two of the school�s brooms beside it.

�� I
take it you both know the rules of Quidditch so I don�t have to explain it to
you.� When he received affirmative nods he continued, �Good.� Mount up and we�ll see how the two of you can
handle a Quaffle.� He pulled out the red seamless
ball.

�� Immediately
they each picked up a broom and kicked off, Flint tossed the ball up into the air so they
could catch it.� Harry scooped up the
ball one handed so he could continue controlling his broom.� The two boys moved across the field, the ball
flowing easily between them.� A smirk was
on Flint�s face
as he watched, arms crossed over his chest.�
Without a word he picked up one of the bats out of the box and released
a Bludger, hitting it towards them.� Harry dodged, catching the ball as Draco
threw it, barely avoiding the incoming iron ball.� The black ball turned, moving back towards
them, adding in the extra need to avoid the Bludger
while still playing catch with the Quaffle.

�� After
a few more throws and avoidances Flint
called them down, �Good job, I think you�ve proven yourselves.� Find a way to get a proper broom; we can�t
have you being sub par with all that potential.� He forced the Bludger back into the box, �Practices are every Tuesday and
Thursday at 5 o�clock sharp.� Don�t make
me regret accepting you on the team.�

�� They
nodded, �Thank you.� Harry said.

�� Draco
nodded in agreement, �Yes, thank you Marcus.� He pulled Harry back towards the
castle, �I don�t know about you but I�m exhausted, I swear he tried to take my
head off with that Bludger.�

�� He
laughed in reply, �Your head?� What about
mine?� He aimed at me first.�

�� Sleep
now, argue later.� He stated, �Veritas et mendacium.� He said to the wall that would lead them to
their common room.� It didn�t take long
for the two boys to be clean and curled up in bed, falling asleep the moment
their heads hit their pillows.

Next Chapter:� Vault 713.

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